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                <title>O.o</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 14 Dec 2007 18:30:01 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm not really an artist...sometimes I wonder why I still have an account...<br />
<br />
..and then I remember that there have to be people who simply support the truly talented people in this world.<br />
<br />
Ahh well.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Darkpyrokitty</author>
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                <title>Inspiration for the coming winter...</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 21 Nov 2005 16:27:59 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake.  You are the same decaying organic matter as everyone else, and we are all part of the same compost pile. ]]></description>
                <author>~Darkpyrokitty</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 27 Oct 2005 18:38:41 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Um, I just realized that I really love someone, it was while I was in the poetry slam today and I almost started crying.  I can't believe how naive I am, because it's too late to do anything about it now. ]]></description>
                <author>~Darkpyrokitty</author>
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                <title>dunno</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 26 Oct 2005 05:10:45 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ The World On a String - OLP<br />
<br />
I see the world on a string<br />
It's hanging from a wire<br />
It gets tangled up and spun around<br />
Like the truth inside a liar<br />
Sometimes you wanna get high<br />
And sometimes you run and hide<br />
Cause it eats you up and spits you out<br />
It swallows you alive<br />
<br />
When I'm down on my knees<br />
And it hurts to believe (I'm bleeding)<br />
You'll bring me back to life<br />
When there's no songs to sing<br />
And no flowers to bring (no feeling)<br />
You'll bring me back to life<br />
You'll bring me back to life<br />
<br />
I see the world on a beach<br />
It's sinking in the sand<br />
Oh it tries to suck you down with it<br />
You better get out while you can<br />
Sometimes you wanna scream out<br />
And sometimes you just can't<br />
Cause your lips<br />
Feel like they're glued together<br />
And no one gives a damn<br />
<br />
When I'm down on my knees<br />
And it hurts to believe (I'm bleeding)<br />
You'll bring me back to life<br />
When there's no songs to sing<br />
And no flowers to bring (no feeling)<br />
You'll bring me back to life<br />
You'll bring me back to life<br />
<br />
This is the world on a string<br />
There's no songs left to sing<br />
Just sing<br />
Sing<br />
<br />
I see the good<br />
i see the bad<br />
The revolution<br />
I see the happy<br />
I see the sad<br />
The absolution<br />
I see hate<br />
And I see love<br />
When the world's on a string<br />
<br />
When I'm down on my knees<br />
And it hurts to believe (I'm bleeding)<br />
You'll bring me back to life<br />
When there's no songs to sing<br />
And no flowers to bring (no feeling)<br />
You'll bring me back to life<br />
<br />
When I'm down on my knees<br />
And it hurts to believe (I'm bleeding)<br />
You'll bring me back to life<br />
When there's no songs to sing<br />
And no flowers to bring (No feeling)<br />
And you'll bring me back to life<br />
And you'll bring me back to life<br />
And you'll bring me back to life ]]></description>
                <author>~Darkpyrokitty</author>
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                <title>hm...</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 15 Oct 2005 15:04:32 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Well, I haven't written anything in approximately a year or so... I got the urge the other day to try, and then I failed like no other.  Lately I've been finding myself a bit lost, and I'm pretty sure poetry isn't my thing at this point, I need to stop trying.  So I might take up photography... I'm in a class right now and my teacher is the biggest asshole that I wanna stab repeatedly... but the subject is what matters right? Whenever I see all this art and these people who can become so inspired and write or paint or draw so beautfully it makes me both inspired and sad, because I don't have any "talent" or what not.   Well, whatever...  <br />
<br />
I got accepted to the University of Minnesota and I'll be going there for computer sciences, yay....mm, nothing more, just bored. ]]></description>
                <author>~Darkpyrokitty</author>
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                <title>buh bye</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 22 Jul 2005 13:16:06 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I don't feel like being meaninful or writing poetry for a long time... I'm looking back at my poetry and I'm not happy with any of it.  I think I just need to chill out or something because I keep trying to write something good but it doesn't work.  All I can write about is writing things that are worthless.<br />
<br />
Ex:<br />
<br />
<br />
Leafs of crinkled paper trickle out<br />
This 99-cent notebook confessional<br />
Because I find myself without<br />
A current state of emotion<br />
<br />
Yeah... so I'm gone. ]]></description>
                <author>~Darkpyrokitty</author>
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                <title>rant</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 16 Jul 2005 21:45:51 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Sometimes I notice that lots of people tend to get depressed once they find a significant other.  I've been thinking about this for a while now actually and I've decided, because ofcourse there is only one answer <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/letters/=p.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":p" title=":p (Lick)" /> (haha ya right), that some people must feel the need to have something to call a history...or something like that.  Like cutting or going through depression and suicidal stages etc... It kind of sickens me to think this is how the current day relationship is.  America is so damn lucky that we make up shit to cry about so relationshiops can have deeper meaning...either that or people want to have something to complain about because life is always different than the movies until you choose to fuck it up on your own terms.  I'm just ranting so yeah...<br />
<br />
:happy thoughts: ]]></description>
                <author>~Darkpyrokitty</author>
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                <title>Why...</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 08 Jul 2005 05:53:03 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ is it so sad to think about senior citizens being perscribed anti depressents? ]]></description>
                <author>~Darkpyrokitty</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 29 Jun 2005 01:41:18 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Holy shit, I feel like I'm going back in time and I just have to write about it.  It's so surreal I feel like fucking and writing poetry and listening to my old music.  Not my old pop music but just the music I listened to when I was constantly on the edge of killing myself.  I feel like everything swerved back around and I even feel like 14 again.  I'm even talking to the people I used to talk to when it started happening and I don't know how to describe it.  I feel innocent again, like I'm fresh, but I wanna feel what it feels like to be corrupted again because losing ones innocence is so out there it's fucking awesome.  Usually.  I feel good but I'm afraid at the same time, like I know something bad is going to happen, or maybe like I'm gonna randomly slit my throat in a few seconds.  <br />
<br />
It's a relief I guess, I feel better than I felt a few hours ago.  Well, something is different, I know that much...It's kinda like being excited about a guy you like for the first time, and you know things are gonna go somewhere, but it's not me, it's my friend and this other guy. So I don't know why I feel this way, but it's scaring me now.  I feel like I'm being surveyed in some test room or something, it's too surreal, and to ....perfect.  I'm too calm and too happy. I mean, I know, like...I KNOW I should be suicidal right now but I'm not.  So what the fuck is wrong?  I need to do more drugs... ]]></description>
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                <title>bs</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 07 Jun 2005 22:11:57 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Ok, getting peoples hopes up when there is no hope for them is BAD, very very BAD... damn me.  ahem.<br />
<br />
Maybe i'll try to make this journal intersting...<br />
<br />
and once I got a paragraph into an explanation, I figured, why bother?  Nobody's gonna read this crap anyways, and i'm not complaining. ]]></description>
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                <title>Summer :P</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 06 Jun 2005 22:25:29 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I can smell depression, just kidding, I haven't really commented much, not in the mood really quite now.  I kinda feel as though everything were slipping away from me, and that I'm supposed to be happy and act like nothing is happening but I know that can't be right either... or maybe it is.  who knows.  Summer is here, woot. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br />
<br />
Something I've been working on a bit...<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
My mother is a dying poet,<br />
feminist and condescending,<br />
the usual .<br />
Her proud collection perched<br />
upon deep mahogany sheen<br />
proves that she is not afraid<br />
to keep a profound montage <br />
about mothers and dragons <br />
that she used years before I,<br />
and vocabulary with words<br />
like cadmium, and cerulean,<br />
and even in the absence of <br />
an impressive vocabulary -<br />
<br />
By the school a party<br />
of bicycles bellies up to the bar<br />
already drunk on sunshine.<br />
<br />
-it can still make more sense<br />
than I can make in my mind.<br />
<br />
<br />
My mother is a dying poet<br />
losing her sense of dignity<br />
in concern of what matters.<br />
Feminist and condescending<br />
to the family, now the usual,<br />
arrogant with her collection<br />
she keeps a pocket of hubris,<br />
bubbling over like burnt-soup<br />
Unafraid of what her poems<br />
say to anybody, even about<br />
her family and her daughter<br />
-who she leaves stranded on<br />
pages yet to be edited for<br />
tomorrows next paycheck-<br />
that she used to understand.<br />
Her vocabulary with words<br />
like viridian and vagabond<br />
half colorful, half leaving<br />
in the absence of her old<br />
impressive vocabulary lies<br />
<br />
Marijuana brownies<br />
<br />
My mother is a dying poet,<br />
dead fingertips continue to type<br />
terrifically-wonderful words<br />
that I could never imagine.<br />
I almost wish that I were dead<br />
so that I may be ahead of her<br />
in at least one area of life. ]]></description>
                <author>~Darkpyrokitty</author>
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                <title>nothing important</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 16 May 2005 05:52:38 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I want to find a poem about  disciplining ones self and finding self  control but I only thought of this  after my trial subscription on  deviantart ...was over..  fuck. ]]></description>
                <author>~Darkpyrokitty</author>
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                <title>none</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 08 May 2005 21:33:07 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <strong>Mood</strong>: <img style="vertical-align: middle" src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/flame.gif" alt="On Fire" title="On Fire" /> FUCK FUCK FUCK >_<<br /><strong>Reading</strong>: wicked<br /><br />Ok, so I'm trying to go to sleep,  really.  I have an AP test thing  tommorow for Biology O.o.  ew.  I've  been so incredibly manic today looking  up pictures and stories to please my  mortal curiosity and sick mind.  Oh  well, it makes me feel more human.  <br />
<br />
So..rape, incest, and child molestation  have all become a bigger part of my  life, not my life but yeah.  hush  hush.. not me my friend, and it's so  scary learning about it.  He was crying  in my lap for an hour... and i'm still  not sure what to think about it a week  afterwards.  I don't want to talk about  it to people because it's not really  other peoples business but I feel so  emotional about it right now that it's  building up.  Or maybe that's  stress....or the ten pounds of food I  shoved down my throat a bit ago, I can  still feel it in my throat there was so  much (should have thrown it up).  Yeah,  well, nobody reads this anyways so I'll  end it and try to get sleep..heh.   goodluck to me. thank you me. your  welcome.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Darkpyrokitty</author>
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                <title>Trial subscription woot</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 05 May 2005 18:57:03 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ header!<br /><br /><strong>Mood</strong>: <img style="vertical-align: middle" src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/flame.gif" alt="On Fire" title="On Fire" /> woot<br /><strong>Listening to</strong>: cigarette lighter love song<br /><strong>Reading</strong>: wicked<br /><br />Well this is a happy suprise I guess, I  get to try out the subscription thingy  for DA...but i'm not sure what the  difference is yet besides the journal.   Maybe I'll figure it out before the  trial is over.  Prom wasn't the best  but I didn't really talk about it  anyways.  I didn't dance though, too  many people that I hated plus too many  people in general.  Claustrophobia is  bad.   I drank lots of bawls.  You  sickos, jk..  I'm okay.  Too much  caffine for me.  haha, idk why I do  this, nobody reads it.  <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/letters/=p.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":p" title=":p (Lick)" /><br /><br />footer! ]]></description>
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                <title>Prom O.o</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 30 Apr 2005 07:46:52 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ bleh, prom.<br />
<br />
Im listening to pop music<br />
Questioning whether Im in a state of  euphoria <br />
Or silent hysterics<br />
While Im drawing on my arms <br />
Feeling high from the pungent aroma<br />
Of sharpie markers<br />
<br />
The black lines soak into my skin<br />
Some ink escapes around the edges<br />
While I overcorrect tribal ecstasy<br />
Anything to be different<br />
<br />
Its Cathartic nonsense?<br />
Yet a sharpie is cheaper than a tan<br />
And marijuana<br />
<br />
At 8 oclock tonight<br />
Ill be different, in my greens and  blacks<br />
Ill be the once in a lifetime wicked  at this prom. ]]></description>
                <author>~Darkpyrokitty</author>
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                <title>I wish I was innocent again</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 17 Apr 2005 07:09:00 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I feel so cheap - my life revolves  around worthless shit that I can't keep  track of.  I'm not quite sure how I  accumulated all this stuff but it's  just stupid.  I don't need this much  stuff.  <br />
I found my moms poems online...she's so  much better than me and it makes me  want to cry because I thought I could  be better than her (I beat her once in  a poetry slam that had people in it  like Jane Yolen), but it was only  because I was young and innocent, so  they thought a poem about the  justification for mona lisa's smile was  cute, (you see the boogey man whispers  secrets in her ear).   Where did I come  up with stuff like that?  Yeah, her  poems are on this feminist website that  I find quite sickening but the poems  themselves aren't all that bad,  although gross when you think about it.   <br />
The site with 3 of her poems.<br />
<a href="http://www.myvag.net/zine/2005spring/poems/">[link]</a><br />
<br />
I don't know what else to say... ]]></description>
                <author>~Darkpyrokitty</author>
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                <title>rawr</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 02 Mar 2005 20:19:35 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Things that have happened...<br />
 <br />
I went to the running water poetry slam  and listened to very bad poetry, while  watching my friend flirt with guys who  wanted her.  At least the food was  good.<br />
<br />
I downloaded porn...<br />
<br />
<br />
Yeah, not too much happens.  <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> So let's  write poems about having orgasms. ]]></description>
                <author>~Darkpyrokitty</author>
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                <title>Musical Regression</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 09 Jan 2005 21:47:40 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ yes, indeed, it's happened again ...I  can't beleive that boyfriend problems  can lead to...*cries* my old stash of  pop music -_-  The lyrics are so  stupid, I can relate to them right now  :S...Ahh well, I can't fight it <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/letters/=p.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":P" title=":P (Lick)" /><br />
<br />
~sleeps~ ]]></description>
                <author>~Darkpyrokitty</author>
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                <title>work O.o</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 25 Jul 2004 14:46:22 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i start work tommorow at 7:30 in the  morning...i think it lasts till like 4  in the afternoon.  I get to do  pollination for this company pioneer.   My friend Taylor works there so she'll  be able to help me but other than that  it's a pretty independant job where  you're paid for what you do not how  long you can sit at a cash register and  smile... which sounds good to me.  It's  actually gonna be my first job <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/c/cry.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":'(" title="Crying" /> i'm  afraid kinda but kinda excited cuz it's  money and ...yeah.  I wanna save up so  i can go visit mere in hawaii ^_^ but  idk if i'll make enough....yep yep...i  gotta go ]]></description>
                <author>~Darkpyrokitty</author>
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                <title>yay 100 :)</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 18 Jun 2004 21:56:22 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ yay yay....i miss tom lol....um, yeah,  i wrote a new poem....sorta, idk, i  wanted little (s;lkfjas;d) things...cuz  i thought it looked cool, and i've  never done that..er, ya, i'm  wierd...anyways.....um....yea ]]></description>
                <author>~Darkpyrokitty</author>
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                <title>Almost 100</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 15 Jun 2004 21:03:57 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ yay, i'm almost at 100..no where near a  thousand, but, it's as far as i'll  probably get O.o  Yeah, lol, Poems are  probably too much time for people to  read -_- ah well lol<br />
<br />
I'm signed up for this gaiaonline thing  now, wow....big community.   heh, yeah,  check it out<br />
<br />
Yeah......me tired ]]></description>
                <author>~Darkpyrokitty</author>
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                <title>Rose</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 27 May 2004 20:29:05 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i never really liked roses...infact i  thought they were too cliche...but now  tom like..stopped outside my window at  like...10:30 at night and dropped me  off this really pretty red rose... <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":(" title=":( (Sad)" /> and  it's so pretty..i love it so much...and  ...and..i'm gonna cry....ahhh ]]></description>
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                <title>:p</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 24 May 2004 16:37:34 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ yay!, so yeah, i just got back from my  dbt program thing...and yeah.  I'm so  happy i dont have it next week it's  getting tiring ^_^.  yeah.  I gotta  work on this project now though so  ...yeah.  I wrote a poem today but i  dont know if i'll have time to type it  up.  =^-^= and mere is the bestest ever ]]></description>
                <author>~Darkpyrokitty</author>
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                <title>eek</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 22 May 2004 09:38:47 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ >_> two people are watching me....  *hides* muahahaha...err...yeah, i still  haven't gotten this whole site down  quite yet, but i like pretending to! <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)" /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Darkpyrokitty</author>
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                <title>so tired</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 21 May 2004 20:40:45 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ So yeah, i think i get this site  now....but i don't.. Well, Mere's on  here so she'll lead me ^_^ yay for  mere!!!! Mere's the bestest ever.  eh,  yeah, homework time...on a friday?  *smacks self* what a bitch! *bites of  hand* <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Darkpyrokitty</author>
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                <title>wikka wikka wow wikka wow</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 19 May 2004 17:28:22 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i forgot i had this.... ]]></description>
                <author>~Darkpyrokitty</author>
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