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                <title>Grandpas birthday</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 11 Dec 2009 13:51:40 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ There is a glorious man, they say he knows it all.<br />With steady eyes and a simple sigh<br />his stories flood out, brimming with a love<br />one grand love of a long life, and of a time much simpler and honest.<br />His hair gleaming with the wise old white<br />his chin prickly with subtle stubble.<br />He is a gracious man they say.<br />He could travel the world on a single buoyant strut.<br />The earth with all its favor settling down behind him<br />however it does not hold its breath for him.<br />They know he is all seeing.<br />They know he is this glorious man<br />and his acknowledgment is praised.<br />And we sit in wonder of his age, contemplating what grants him this long.<br />We wonder and we walk beside him<br />the trees bow and the wind whistles<br />then we know.<br />We know he is this gracious man.<br />We know the earth is in praise.<br />And his life goes on.<br />There is another year.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~InView</author>
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                <title>to be or not to be</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 29 Nov 2009 19:25:35 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ To inject or not to inject: that is the question<br /><br />There is overwhelming soaring of a mind<br />A deep ecstasy feeling to loath<br />Or to have insanity prevail<br />And for death to come knocking Âtil no end<br />Great end that is full of an absolute<br />Something wished and feared by sane people<br />But a sleep that would fulfill my own desire<br /><br />The need of life for a closed up mind<br />The beauty that comes into mine eye sight <br />A loving of chemical deep inside<br />That nothing and no one can touch on<br /><br />One great paranoia to overcome<br />The monstrous addition to feed <br />Something to steel thy soul of any human<br />And to fill and feed and overflow and<br />To twist and turn under a weary brain<br /><br />Grave sorrow is only but a neighbor<br />A friend or foe depending on thy pleasure<br />But to contemplate these overwhelms us<br />And the wondrous are but overseen<br />With this pain is born, and fear released<br />But who am I to ask for these mere troubles<br /><br />To live and soar are all I desire<br />And sadness and worry that others hold<br />Is seen on by me as unimportant<br />These traits are not what I wish to take charge of<br />Ask for nothing and receive everything<br />Who are we to say 'tis not at all right<br /><br />Loving is what I hope to present<br />A love yet selfish, brings great happiness<br />One that will overflow and never end<br />A coming down for only a new lift<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>we were built in a hole</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 02 Nov 2009 18:24:21 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ all was built starting with the ditch.<br />We slowly began to flood over <br />and all around became ours,<br />we stretched until we could no longer<br />our bellies looking full and satisfied.<br />We swelled<br />like fingers at night,<br />finding our rings unable to fit our stubble's.<br />And so what did we become<br />A heard relying on it's head to keep us safe?<br />And what are we to become<br />that one who strays away,<br />an attacker at its hind?<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>fuck man</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 15 Oct 2009 11:28:56 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I just want a friend. One that wants to take millions of photos and eat veggietastic foods. I think there needs to be someone at least a bit like me for fuck sakes, it's god<br />damn lonely these days.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>fixed with fiction</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 03 Oct 2009 18:47:11 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I remember the day she sat beside me in art class, I thought I was going to pass out I was so overwhelmed. She was wearing an overlarge tie dyed shirt with holed Levi jeans, hand me downs of her grandfathers. Her shoes had giant holes in every place possible and her hair was as wild as the look in her eyes. I remembered her instantly, that hair, there is no way anyone could forget that girlÂs hair. The curls laid in every which direction and her smile was like that of an angels. I donÂt even remember why she had chosen to sit with me, of all people, but I was definitely not about to complain. We became friends instantly and as soon as I witnessed her artistic ability I thought my heart was going to leap from my mouth. She had a way with her instruments, whichever medium we were told to work with she would master it. Her eyes would go steady and she would slightly bite her lower lip working hard and with much concentration. She was one of those people that knew beauty. She breathed it, lived it, and loved it. Once she told me everything she chose in life had to have beauty within it. Her friends no doubt proved this because every single one of them had something beautiful about them, weather others could see it or not. She could.<br /><br />IÂm sure it was my art that had made her even look in my direction, IÂm not about to brag but I am pretty good with a pencil and paint brush. Every time she would look at my work her face would light up as if she were reading something magnificent in one of her novels she so often read. I saw that look often and it made my face feel flush and my heat jump around. We were inseparable for a good year. The day she asked me if we could be more than friends I almost had a heat attack, swear to god. Was this beautiful, magnificent being really asking me if I could be with her? We sat for a long moment while I grasped the question. The happiest day of my life was sitting right before me and I stuttered. Everyday after that day I was floating. I would wake up to her text messages and sleep with her soul filling my dreams. <br /><br />She taught me a lot those short couple months. Like how to be myself and live a little. My head was full of inspiration and art came freely like a flood with April showers. I remember once at five in the morning I got a text that she was almost to my house. She had walked across the entire city at four in the morning just to make it to my house by the time I woke to get the bus. We laid in each others arms and all I remember feeling is how this life could never get any better. She filled my life with hippie insight and a live free attitude. We would go behind the second hand stores at the latest of nights and jack all the crazy knick knacks we could find. Her little beater Toyota Corolla was one of the many things that was filled with all these treasures we had stolen for each other. <br /><br />Everyday a new painting was being done. A new piece added to this wall of art we both shared. Both our hearts beating so fast and so free, that by the end of the first hour, we would pass out and wake to find ourselves full of paint. It would get all over our clothes, in her hair, on my face. We would just laugh about it and later make up stories about how when we grew up, and lived on our own, our entire house would be a disaster. The day she came to me I knew something was about to change. Her head was a bit more down than usual and she walked with a slower pace than even her usual relaxed hippie attitude never had. I was about to get on the bus to go home and smoke a bunch of herb with my two buddies when she told me we needed to talk. <br /><br />I looked at her and I knew nothing was ever going to be the same. She told me her head was too full of pain that taking me down with her was nothing she could live with. She had her demons, I knew, but I thought they were gone for the most part. She seemed to be so happy, so alive the last couple of weeks I was sure she had beaten this Satan that poisoned her mind. When she walked away I just wanted to steal her away and make everything better for her. I was a muse she told me, and my heart sank.<br /><br /> 	After that I kept her at a distance, she never told me we couldnÂt be friends but I couldnÂt see her face without wanting to hold her. I fell into a hole. What she told me she was saving me from came into my life like a horrible sickness one could never get rid of. Everyday I felt nothing. There was no inspiration, no light, and no happiness. She would try to talk to me but I would just walk on by, the hurt in her eyes stinging my heat as I moved. I knew I was taking everything the wrong way but I couldnÂt seem to get over my own self pity and it was only making me fall deeper. I had lost my soul the day she walked away and now I am to live forever in this carcass. I am roaming the earth for all eternity as a mindless mute.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>a new friend</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 05 Sep 2009 17:02:20 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Davidulanty,<br /><br />Inspiration is the key to all happiness.<br />I definitely like that feeling of greatness. I think babbling makes<br />us all more interesting I would have to say. ADD Ha! don't we all<br />have it.. Yes! Finding ones self is always a great feeling. I had it once,<br />in a good time, To know yourself is always a good trait to have<br />it helps make it so that no one can puncture your oneness.<br />I don't think you are going crazy my friend I think it is simply that you<br />are growing. Changing. Learning. There is one thing about life that<br />I do not enjoy and that is that everything can not be a book, or a movie.<br />You know we always watch movies and read books and they always<br />take my breath away wishing for something great like that to happen to me.<br />I am always comparing reality to fiction, I have to stop but it feels so good.<br />That is insanity my friend haha. But I also think that the world has lost it's mind.<br />It's too conservative for it's own damn good.<br /><br />enjoying nothingness,<br />bailey<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Moving up</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 30 Aug 2009 02:18:57 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I hope some day someone will hold me, for twenty minutes straight, with not an ounce of selfishness to it. I believe now that love is a tricky bastard and you have to weve your way around it. It's confusing, lovely, and sometimes fucked but I still want it. Right now I know I just need to love myself. I am learning. It is the hardest thing I will ever endure but I will prevail. I don't need the world to accept me. I need to accept me. I already like the personality(accept for the crazy part)all I need is to love my being. Time will tell...<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~InView</author>
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                <title>Fuck YOU</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 30 Aug 2009 02:12:22 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm really glad I found out who he really was. I can see him on the inside. Breaks my heart thought, of course it would. I'm glad it wasn't love. One hell of a ride. Can't believe he went back to her...but than again now that I think about it he was probably still fucking her the whole time.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~InView</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 27 Aug 2009 09:00:04 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I don't know what I'm doing. Getting rid of the one thing I hold most dear. Making him feel like shit just to prove my own point. I walked away from him, said now you can be alone. Why couldn't I just let him be alone. I freak out all the time because I expect something of him. Why do I do this? I don't know but it is a very bad trait to hold on my behalf. I miss him a lot. Miss his face. His hands. His body. The way he looks at me and I feel like melting. The way he holds me like I've never been held before. His kisses so soft and wonderful. His arms so strong. I miss every movement, every expression. I'm falling in love with this man and it hurts me to feel this regret.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>what have I done</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 26 Aug 2009 09:34:30 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ So I am not quite sure what to do with myself. This beautiful man whom I thought was falling in love with me has not seen me in 2 days. He will not. He also will not really talk to me, giving me simple answered replies when I text him beautiful shit. I don't know what I have done. Why did something so wonderful go so sour in an amount of 6 hours? One minute I'm saying good bye my love and the next I am sitting wondering where he went and why he wont talk to me. I am confused.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~InView</author>
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                <title>NATIVES</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 17 Aug 2009 07:44:04 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ So I went to this Metis conference thing. Thinking it was going to be super ass fun, with lots of crafts and funess but NO! it was school in summer, listened to a bunch of lectures, most of them on shit we can't even get started on. I wanted to kick a baby. They were pretty cool in the fact that they wanted to accomodate my Vegan needs but when I had supper the first night they gave me a salad covered in EGGS <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":(" title=":( (Sad)" /> and then lunch the next day I got nothing. The second day wasn't so bad though because we got to go swimming.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~InView</author>
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                <title>let me sleep some more</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 10 Aug 2009 01:06:52 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I know someday I will finally see something in myself. I have to. I mean if I have lived this long and have not fallen down deep enough to no return there must be something still out there for me. Something to find. I wish it would hurry up. The worlds getting to hard to stand sometimes. Like always of course and it is the same for everyone. Just because I think I'm going crazy doesn't necessarily mean I am. I talk to myself and argue the good and the bad. Usually ending in the bad. But who's to say many people don't do that. I'm not going to just sit here and pity myself because I definitely do not need it. I have two feet that I seem to stand on pretty firmly and my head is so fucked up. I will be a great artist. Almost all artists are crazy I guess so I'll fit the mold hahaha. Something that I will actually fit into. Fuck maybe it will feel good.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~InView</author>
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                <title>my heart aches</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 08 Aug 2009 15:22:24 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I have stayed at Johns house for the past two weeks. I am falling hard. It feels so good.<br />My own head is still bugging me however. Telling me it's just a faze soon it will all be <br />over. He doesn't love me. So on so forth. But I'm not going to listen to my head anymore<br />my heart is much more wiser.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>a love for now</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 02 Aug 2009 10:15:51 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ So the beautiful man that thought I was pretty.<br />He is my man now. We kiss every spare moment and hold each other til<br />the sun comes up. Haha I won't go into the other details...they are for me only.<br />Well since this one is lovely I will tell. All night I was waiting for the rain...<br />I took him to all of my favorite places, my hill, my sanctuary, and kin coulee.<br />we ran around the park all night and by 1030 we were in each others arms under my favorite<br />tree and we made love. I got EATEN by mosquitoes and will probably now get west nile but <br />I am definitely not complaining. Last night he asked me if it would be all right if he falls <br />in love with me.<br />The new days are coming.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~InView</author>
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                <title>Oh you</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 29 Jul 2009 21:35:03 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ There is a beautiful man. He thinks I'm pretty. I don't care that he's a bit older than me, I seem to like them that way. I had a art rebirth in the back of his truck when I was super high one day. Oh man did it make my heart sing. So I told him I would come and draw in the back of it. Today was that glorious day. However this did not get archived. Instead we went for a glorious walk, walk until our feet hurt and then played on the playground and in the rocks. I had a dream about him the other night. Tonight I told him. He had one too. Oh my god did my heart just fall out of my butt? I can't believe I'm this excited. I hope something goes from here<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Great night</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 25 Jul 2009 09:11:33 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Last night went to the fair.<br />Cody bought me a wrist band! <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/e/eek.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":O" title=":O (Eek)" /><br />Went on rides til I thought I would puke.<br />Got damn high.<br />smoked like a chimney.<br />Loved every moment of it.<br />Nothing light a hot summers night getting high with good friends and shredding til you puke. I love the way this has turned out.<br />I missed Casper greatly.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>a farewell to arms</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 17 Jul 2009 08:45:03 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Peace out<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>stoked!</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 14 Jul 2009 17:58:12 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Got the best possible place to do community service. I get to sit around sometimes and do nothing and still get the hours. I also enjoy that I am getting into my culture. I have always wanted this and now it is happening. I wish that mother fucker didn't charge me for breaking into his damn house. I mean I had a fucking key and I wasn't told I couldn't go to his house. Fuck this shit. 10 hours down 15 to go. 2 sessions down 4 more to go and 1 little poster and I'm good to GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Possesion</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 13 Jul 2009 11:49:50 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Worked my but off all morning at the Miywasin Centre. It was pretty good, fucking Community service is a bitch I'm glad I got it at a place I know shit tons about. Moved some weight I was cleaning and this huge mother of a spider came out. I almost peed my pants hahaha. Sweated like a bitch though.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>jobs for sale</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 12 Jul 2009 10:53:22 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Interview at Tim's...donuts anyone.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>music in the making</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 10 Jul 2009 18:10:45 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I love to sit and listen to the music I have been missing. Finding something that gets your heart racing fast and just loving every moment feels so good. I love finding new shit that just makes you scream. Music is such a good pass time that I don't know why people don't do it.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~InView</author>
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                <title>secluded</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 08 Jul 2009 14:29:57 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ sometimes being in a house that you can't leave is a good thing. Spending a couple of days just chilling, nobody to talk to, reading, snoozing...it's all good. Relaxation needs to occur at some point. on the other hand having no damn food in that house just fucking sucks. Like man, they don't even have bread! a basic necessity and it's gone. Just the left overs from last night and since that's a nice slab of dead cow I won't go near it. Gives me the creepy crawlies just thinking about it. Well the old lady said she'd be gone over night so she better get back before the old man tries to feed me some more dead cow, only this time it's the dead cow that's been put through a blender...mmm. <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":(" title=":( (Sad)" /><br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~InView</author>
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                <title>SHITTTTTT</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 07 Jul 2009 10:25:08 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I have so much shit going on these days I need a fucking binder so that I can keep it all together. Never wanted to have a life like this, that's why I chose the hippie road. Fucking people though man always trying to make you conform. As soon as I'm fixed I'll get back on the road. Fucking shit's to hectic. Don't understand why people want to live this way, always on the rush. No thank you. How about a new meadow. Always on the hoots. Haha! I like it, I'll make a shirt saying it. yeah...good shit.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>SHITTY</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 29 Jun 2009 22:21:55 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Ouch! Octahedron only made a 6.0 on the big guys charts. They say that De-loused is the greatest and you should pretty much stop there if you can because the rest just gets more intense...Which I would call a compliment but hey I'm not a crazy music creditor. I strongly disagree however because the new album gives a bit more of what we've been missing. Much like the drums, we get to hear a lot more of them and the crazy orchestra shit just makes your jaw drop. I love the new album and all the music fucks can suck my dick!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~InView</author>
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                <title>FUCK YEAH!</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 26 Jun 2009 21:27:56 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Fucking circle jerks man. They fucking rock man. ohhhh, greatest shit I've ever watched man. Check them out if you want because they are the men!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>thats it</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 24 Jun 2009 19:34:59 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I want my hair back right now!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~InView</author>
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                <title>life</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 21 Jun 2009 23:43:12 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ So I think this is how I will start my new life.<br />I cut off all my dreads and now I look like a mother fucking Buddha, it's all good though<br />since I'm all in to that shit and shit. <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br />I'm going to start loving life again just for the sake of loving life<br />and not dying. NOT dying is defiantly a good thing.<br />I think happiness will come to me, they say it comes to those who wait and fuck<br />I've been waiting a long ass time.<br />I'm pretty much stoked for tomorrow.<br />It's just another day.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>dude</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 14 Jun 2009 15:30:09 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ So yesterday me and Elise were sitting and jamming in Central park when this ginger dude came and sat down with us and started talking to us. His name my friends was Collin and he had shit tons of freckles haha. Well anyways he's from BC and he's a welder. Well he may have come to your house to sell you home security systems because he's that rad and sells that shit.<br /><br />"THAT SMELLS LIKE A BLUNT"<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>wow</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 10 Jun 2009 19:33:11 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ He hugged me today <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" />. After a great conversation he took me and gave me the greatest hug on the planet. Just friends is a death sentence but I'll take it. I would rather him be there and know that my mind is open than to not have that at all. He makes my insides sing and hurt and flutter.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~InView</author>
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                <title>FAIRY</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 09 Jun 2009 12:01:20 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Great plans come at great times.<br /><br />Me+Fairy=great trip<br /><br />We will write to the richest man in Spain telling him how great his country is, how we love tomatoes and how we want to smoke a shit ton of weed. Plan goes right we will go to Spain and live in a shitty ass boat house and smoke shit tons of weed while eating shit tons of tomatoes.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~InView</author>
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                <title>the man</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 08 Jun 2009 16:57:59 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ The boy at the counter<br />his beauty catches my eye<br />I have never seen simplicity <br />lack any trait<br />who are you she asked<br />He replied with<br />I'm just a figment<br />a figment?<br />of beauty, creativity, happiness,<br />simplicity<br />I am all these things<br />you my girl must choose<br />what do you believe<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~InView</author>
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                <title>YES YES!</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 08 Jun 2009 11:54:59 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ MOTHER FUCKING RIGHTS!!!<br /><br />I GOT MY FUCKING CAMERA ALL WORKING AND SHIT! FUCK I'M EXCITED! YOU <br />PROBABLY CAN'T TELL BY THE CAPS LOCKS BUT I'M FUCKING STOKED! GONNA FUCK SHIT UP! TAKE<br />ALL THE MOTHER FUCKING PICTURES IN THE WORLD.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~InView</author>
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                <title>dear addicts</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 08 Jun 2009 11:19:35 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ To the children that do too many drugs...<br /><br />PUT DOWN THE NEEDLE! hahaha.<br />(just kidding)<br />but seriously smile the drugs will come back eventually.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~InView</author>
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                <title>say it ten times fast</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 07 Jun 2009 20:03:04 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ too much ipod for music to too much music for ipod<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~InView</author>
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                <title>Feeling</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 07 Jun 2009 16:06:28 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ "It must've been very hard<br />To have lived and never learnt<br />To be content with who you are<br />We all want the same things don't we<br />To find the one who opens channels to our hearts<br />A path you never found upon your own.<br /><br />Forever can be...<br />Something to believe in...<br />But this was one of those times<br /><br />So you dug deep down inside yourself<br />You revealed an old man<br />So pained to be what makes you who you are<br />We all want you to see the you we see<br />The one that carries the worlds tragedies alone<br />The cross you choose to bear upon your own.<br /><br />Forever can be...<br />Something to believe in...<br />Wish this was one of those times.<br /><br />Forever can be...<br />Something to bleed for...<br />And this is one of those times, for those you left behind.<br /><br />Save the world so you don't have to save yourself.<br />You save the world so you don't have to look at yourself.<br />And fill the void left inside your fragile hearts.<br />Those haunted images never left you alone........<br /><br />Forever can be...<br />Something to believe in...<br />This was one of those times"<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>GO</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 07 Jun 2009 10:26:23 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Rain rain go the fuck away!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~InView</author>
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                <title>his beauty burns</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 06 Jun 2009 21:36:48 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ and at night before you sleep the words rush to you.<br />Not tired at all but how you sleep.<br />They call this depression and I think it's bull shit but<br />I'll take the meds to calm them down.<br />I probably do need help.<br /><br />I'm in love with this man<br />oh how he's hurting my head<br />But I can't explain how my insides sing<br />His beauty is oh so great<br />as his words burn through and through<br />oh how does he fuck with you<br />spit in my face<br />and yes I will come back<br />because I'm broken<br />and somehow I can only live<br />with pain<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~InView</author>
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                <title>Lunch</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 06 Jun 2009 13:37:17 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Mom "Do you know what the D in D Day stands for?"<br />Jesse- "Dirka."<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~InView</author>
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                <title>miss you</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 06 Jun 2009 09:27:10 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Freckles spread out along a great canvas<br />a smile across the beaming face<br />inside there is a deep greatness<br />inside is where we will all out live the cold<br />For the hear is the heat source<br />and in this one it never runs out<br />my friend, there is always that louder voice<br />saying it's time to give up<br />But remember the one <br />softer and more delicate that's telling you<br />you are far from the finish line.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>JUNE</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 06 Jun 2009 07:31:19 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Oh and you will wake up to a cloudy sky. You will lay there and think oh what a silly day for rain<br />a whole weekend planned of fun. Then you get up. You brush your teeth and wash your face. All ready for the day. Put your pants on one at a time and then you stand. Standing to figure out what comes next... SNOW. You look out the window and there is snow falling from the sky. You think for a second. How long did I sleep. Is it still June? Everything points to yes it's still June and that's right it's snowing. You know you jinxed it because yesterday you said it wouldn't snow. Well what do you know you live in Medicine Hat and that kind of shit happens all the time.<br /><br />Merry Christmas everyone <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>the good old days</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 05 Jun 2009 18:35:11 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Hanging out like old times.<br />Chilling and smoking some weed.<br />Drawing some shit and listening to some Volta to break in <br />the new CD.<br /><br />Great Fridays rule. <br /><br />smoke a joint just for old times sake. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~InView</author>
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                <title>octahedron</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 05 Jun 2009 10:01:42 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ New Volta finally leaked!<br />fucking shredding that shit for sure.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~InView</author>
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                <title>dreams number two</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 05 Jun 2009 07:24:25 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Well thinking I'm feending.<br />Last night I had a dream my mother and her boyfriend were selling ecstacy. I was their little bitch so it fucking sucked.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~InView</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 04 Jun 2009 14:40:43 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Dreams are the weirdest things sometimes.<br />Last night I had a crazy cocaine dream. Me and a buddy Richard did cocaine together and<br />walked around down in the Flats here. I felts so high it was like I was actually high in<br />real life. I thought if I kept my eyes closed I'd stay high forever. Then miraculously<br />I was doing it with someone and I can't really remember any of that part haha.<br /><br />I have the craziest dreams at times.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Fucking Satan.</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 03 Jun 2009 20:44:30 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm in love with the biggest ass on the face of this planet and I don't know how to stop. I shred my entire soul to get it smashed in two seconds. I don't know what to think or how to stop what I do think. I do nothing and shit get's blown in my face until I can't breathe. My life will one day pass before my eyes and I will be gone, just like that. And I will sit and think, wow this is what I've been doing my whole life waiting for Satan to find his soul. In all reality Satan has no soul, he has no heart and he is still the most god damn beautiful thing I have ever seen.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~InView</author>
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                <title>ALTERNATE UNIVOICE</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 03 Jun 2009 17:46:37 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Oh my god he asked me over!<br /><br />he asked me to come over. that shit doesn't happen. FUCK! this is like the world alternating right now. Fucking totally flipped around. SHIT BALLS.<br /><br />man.<br />I don't know what the fuck to do.<br /><br />...<br /><br />on another note.<br />I wish my fucking battery charger was here.<br />I miss my camera <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":(" title=":( (Sad)" /><br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~InView</author>
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                <title>Tattoo</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 03 Jun 2009 13:31:43 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ working on the leg tattoo. It's coming along. Got the octopi complete and a Starfish to add <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" />. Plus a stellar peace sign. I think this will be pretty epic.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>blondes are not always dumb</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 02 Jun 2009 11:31:28 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Starting with the B's today..haha didn't get to far too much music.<br />Blonderedhead shit they blow my mind. So fucking good <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~InView</author>
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                <title>live</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 01 Jun 2009 20:44:09 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ we could walk around forever. The sun gleaming through the trees and me knowing that you are the breath in the air. The world is our pallet lets fill it with tastes of every kind. Never for a second deny me I will be here forever. No shoes and a hippie car I cannot be stopped. Breathe into the sky and let me hear you.  We will dance and dance forever and a day, running in the wind and falling in the rain. Does that not sound like a great summer. One of greatness and possibility.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~InView</author>
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                <title>believe it</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 01 Jun 2009 16:48:06 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Chilling with old friends is always a pleaser. Especially when they incorporate the colorful poppers makes any day wonderful. haha not to mention not sleeping til 5am and school at 7. LOVE THE SHIT!<br /><br />Straight edge let's start over. people just make it too hard.<br /><br />This time it's for life fuckers...<br />I hope<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>feels good</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 31 May 2009 11:08:47 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ breaking down is so close to breaking through. You let yourself go and you can feel it inside, a new sensation of everything leaving. Nothing needs to be inside anymore. What good every came from keeping your mouth shut, keeping your tears in, keeping your love in. I would have to say nothing because there is always that feeling when you keep it in. A sad feeling like it will never be ok. I think it is best to scream every once in awhile, scream, cry, sing, anything to get it out. Don't punch trees, one it will hurt you and two trees don't do anything but supply your air. The sun does come out every day no matter what it is there weather it be behind clouds or not. Take my advice or not just remember to be happy every once in a while, it feels good.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>great time</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 29 May 2009 23:07:45 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Up<br /><br />great time<br />large popcorn and a large coke.<br />no shoes<br />hippie<br />wonderful night <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br /><br />great way to end a night...figuring out ones ipod.<br />GREAT NIGHT<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>yes i can</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 29 May 2009 09:57:23 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Someday i will make you see me.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>rocked hard</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 29 May 2009 07:49:23 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Shredded until we could shred no more.<br /><br />We said we love you<br />they replied with I love you too.<br /><br />Greatest show in history..almost.<br /><br />TV on the Radio<br />come back soon <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~InView</author>
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                <title>any body</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 27 May 2009 19:01:47 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Every once in a while you will see something so beautiful that your heart will stop for a moment. You will then ask yourself secretly, "what is that movement, or lack of one." It will then occur to you of course that it is indeed your heart. For one split second you witnessed something so wonderful that your body, the greatest creation on earth, forgot how to work. When I think about this I wonder how this can be possible. The human body is so great that it gets sick all by itself, it tells you when you are tired out, it lets you know when you have to use the washroom. If your body tells you everything than how is beauty the one exception? <br /><br />I ask this question over and over to myself almost every day.<br />I have come up with many conclusions, none oh to spectacular. I personally think it's because Beauty is stronger than our body. Since without beauty there would be no body than that must be the solution. <br />Bodies are beauty<br />and beauty made bodies.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 26 May 2009 18:26:22 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ PHOTO RADAR BITCHES!<br /><br />got my fist speeding ticket<br />kind of stoked and shit!<br />hahaha now I'm officially a driver!<br />hellz yeah mother fuckers move out the way.<br /><br />OH! <br />We found Betrice!<br />3 tickets later...<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~InView</author>
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                <title>find a way</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 26 May 2009 18:06:03 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I swear to god she only buys cheese so that I'll eat it<br />damn vegan shit.<br />I don't eat cheese! nobody in this damn house eats cheese<br />yet somehow there is always cheese in the fucking fridge<br /><br />when I loved cheese and ate it it was never in the fucking house<br />now i get haunted by the shit.<br />I mean I LOVE CHEESE!<br />but fuck I DON'T EAT IT!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Good shit</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 25 May 2009 19:36:30 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Vietnamese food is so god damn good.<br />shits filling but damn it's tasty.<br /><br />Had a wonderful day with my man friend.<br />It was going to the shits but then he told me to <br />get it together because I'm a fucking downer.<br />HAHA a good kick in the ass always help get the day<br />going in a good direction.<br /><br />Marshal I defiantly owe you one.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~InView</author>
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                <title>mother fucking hermits</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 24 May 2009 20:07:17 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ man I thought hermits stayed inside at all times.<br />like whenever you look for them they're just there<br />sitting in their house chilling like always.<br />BUT NOOOO!<br />fucking show up and the mother fuckers are gone and shit<br />and the computer is missing them as well<br />fucking try and get a hold of a hermit.<br />it's hard shit.<br />I want my hermits to stay in their mother fucking house<br />so that I can find them when I want them<br />FUCK!<br />hahaha yes this is all about me haha.<br />FUCK!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>fuck yeah</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 23 May 2009 20:36:32 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ STRAIGHT EDGE FOR LIFE MOTHER FUCKERS!<br /><br />no questions asked.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~InView</author>
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