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                <title>Tribute</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 20 Nov 2008 16:12:39 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <a href="http://legab.wordpress.com/2008/11/21/tribute-to-soundtrack-for-an-unmade-motion-picture/">[link]</a><br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Le-Gab</author>
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                <title>Feeling dumb</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 22 Oct 2008 14:17:56 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ No, really. Dumb and useless.<br /><br />Clue on The Bus Lane Syndrome<br /><a href="http://www.deezer.com/track/1126488">[link]</a><br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Le-Gab</author>
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                <title>Vaca Morgana [lolz]</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 31 Aug 2008 14:58:57 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Just passed my mind today... vaca morgana.<br />Thought it was worthy of an Journal Update.<br /><br />Also haven't yet found a decent way to make Andrada stop talking.<br /><br />HALP!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Le-Gab</author>
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                <title>So, yeah... Whatever happened to these guys?</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 07 May 2008 13:33:54 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ and i mean these guys: Zebre <a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=x1eErLUHnTU">[link]</a><br /><br />Anyone know ? If so, please let me know, i've been searching a lot for their music lately and epically phailed each time. <br /><br />Other than that, i apologize for being a jerk and not updating anything in such a long time. Hopefully i will return in June. <br /><br />Much love!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Le-Gab</author>
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                <title>Go watch it and hear it</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 14 Feb 2008 15:40:12 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford<br /><br />Hear it: <a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=K7fZs7KnKR0">[link]</a> - Rather Lovely Thing - Nick Cave<br /><br />Stills (just one to open your appetite):<a href="http://media.outnow.ch/Movies/Images/2007/AssassinationOfJesseJames/movie.fs/01.jpg">[link]</a><br /><br />In other news, i was just out to a beer the other night with =<a class="u" href="http://drgutman.deviantart.com/">drgutman</a> and we were wondering if Godot is ever coming. Wait for it, my friend, he will be here eventually. <br /><br />Cheerios!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Le-Gab</author>
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                <title>Notes to self I</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 19 Dec 2007 14:21:36 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ You speak to me of language, nationality, religion...I shall try to fly by those nets.<br />
ÂA Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, chapter 5<br />
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A man of genius makes no mistakes. His errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery.<br />
 ÂUlysses, episode 9<br />
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Welcome O life, I go to encounter for the millionth time the reality of experience and to forge in the smithy of my soul the uncreated conscience of my race. Old father, old artificer, stand me now and ever in good stead.<br />
ÂA Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man<br />
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<br />
History is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake.<br />
ÂUlysses, episode 2<br />
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I fear those big words that make us so unhappy.<br />
ÂUlysses, episode 2<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Le-Gab</author>
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                <title>An evening walking by the Howard Johnson</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 05 Nov 2007 15:53:33 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Kicking things off with what's really important.<br />
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Ladies and gentlemen, I present you with the better blood in Le Gab's Family: <br />
iamfeline<br />
<a href="http://iamfeline.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/i/a/iamfeline.jpg" width="50" height="50" alt=":iconiamfeline:" title="iamfeline"/></a><br />
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Images you should consider seeing:<br />
<a href="http://iamfeline.deviantart.com/art/faces-and-masks-67557571">[link]</a><br />
<a href="http://iamfeline.deviantart.com/art/dead-67685384">[link]</a><br />
<a href="http://iamfeline.deviantart.com/art/just-relax-69024944">[link]</a><br />
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Aaaaand many others. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br />
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So, uhm, yeah, it's not yet  "A night at the Howard Johnson". I'm keeping that for a special time. Yeah, i know, if you knew it like i know it it would put a smile on your face as well. <br />
<br />
For all the non believers and not-know-ers out there, tag along with me for 15, maybe 20 years and i promise I'll explain what's the deal with the above words.<br />
<br />
This evening, while puking  my soul on the cold pavement downtown, cursing the very fabric that binds us together and hating every inch of eyesight that came in contact with my blurry vision i was simply hovering through the glass like cold and... well, nothing. Nothing happened. There i was, surrounded by millions of stop frames, passing by me. Everything was standing and i was walking by,  tearing apart bits and pieces of what was left holding me together. 2 cigarets in my pocket, cold as fuck, running on empty in patience and understanding. I think i was just missing the bloody fire and methane flames behind me and the picture would have been perfect.<br />
<br />
It felt like every step i took was hurting each bone, muscle and hair on my body. However, i was being driven by this strange thought that if i stop the whole fucking world would come to crumbles and I'd eventually go down with it.  <br />
<br />
So i stopped. Just for a second, my left wanted to play jokes on my right. Just to point out how fucked up i was. Just stood still for a second to check if the world was disintegrating. Light up one of the remaining cigarettes and thought "fuck, i'm almost out." Had 10 ron in my pocket, but with no surprise i realized i wasnt really in the mood of having to interact with someone for anything at that point. Here i am, enjoying a cigarette and hating everything else around.<br />
<br />
And so, by divine intervention I raise my head, and there it was. What was? The fucking Howard Johnson.  So i take the phone out of my pocket and dial. And there it is. The voice i came to love as lucidity. <br />
"Bon soir!" i say, somewhat doubtful.<br />
<br />
The cigarette was starting to burn my frozen fingers so threw it away and got on the first bus that stopped.<br />
<br />
Eventually i had to also get off it when i realized i was in the fucking wrong bus, but that was not really the point. The point was, i was talking and i was listening.<br />
<br />
Finished the conversation after something like half an hour. By that time i was already entering my house. <br />
<br />
So i put the phone on the table it it strikes me. I was so decided to hate everything around, just to keep myself safe and indifferent and I ended up hating myself. <br />
<br />
Is it gone? Not yet.<br />
Will it go away? Most likely.<br />
<br />
So, there... Thank you, Red'! <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br />
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All of the above are bits and pieces of Le Life. If you don't get what I'm saying in there, well, thank you for reading, you can now go watch telly. I'm usually writing for persons in particular, be that person myself. Yeah, i know, it seems selfish.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Le-Gab</author>
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                <title>Feature Me ... l0lz</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 10 Oct 2007 15:26:32 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ So, i really cant understand how you people haven't yet figured out the talent that is deep hidden within my mental core.  Le Gab is a genius and should be featured by all his deviant friends in their albums. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)" /><br />
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Come on! You know you want to...<br />
<br />
Hugs and kisses to all!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Le-Gab</author>
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                <title>I'm not dissapointed_l0lz</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 03 Oct 2007 10:07:35 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ There is this point when everything in life just starts flowing in. When apparently all has been lost. Yeah, changes, changes, changes, nothing's ever certain but the certainty of change. <br />
<br />
So: " Hello freedom". This year seems to be huge in revelations for me. And they all seem to be somehow related to changes. <br />
<br />
Latest Le Gab has learn-ed something: "When there is nothing for you to lose there is no way you wont win". <br />
<br />
FUCK all the things that you are fighting for. Whe you are fighting for something wou are fighting against yourself. Always pushing, always running, always missing the big picture.<br />
<br />
The big picture is, you are going to win, no matter what. <br />
<br />
Simple as that.<br />
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Rant over, hope you get what I'm trying to say. <br />
<br />
Much love, white nigga!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Le-Gab</author>
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                <title>M-am tuns [l0lz]</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 18 Sep 2007 15:29:09 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ ... si cam atat. <br />
<br />
Ma gandeam sa scriu si un  news pe tema asta, dar ... neah. Sau, cine stie, poate cand nu oi fi atat de somnoros. Oricum, eveniment mare, bun de consemnat.  <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br />
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Anywayz... Uhm, cam atat. Don't feel like dancing... or ranting... or spilling my soul here.<br />
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Ar mai fi de consemnat ca:<br />
<br />
"Why scream, when you can lose yourself inside the widescreen?<br />
Let life be a bowl of melted ice cream<br />
Or be the deer that's caught in my high beams<br />
I'm rolling with the brights on,<br />
Scared stiff, reality is just too much to bear with<br />
Paranoid, walking around, careless,<br />
No wonder your in love your therapist<br />
Go to sleep my little time bomb"<br />
Godlovesugly<br />
<br />
... Prietenii stiu de ce.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Le-Gab</author>
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                <title>Give it a minute...</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 13 Jul 2007 04:40:52 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ ... and read<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Le-Gab</author>
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                <title>Ataraxia (Mucea, fratele Miresei)</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 31 May 2007 15:43:03 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ *Ahem*<br />
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Well, busy, busy busy. Yay for new job and stuff... Game designer est mort, Vive, em... the poducer. Well, game designer will never  die, CAUSE HE IS TEH IMMORTAL!!! Neeeeuh, he is just hibernating.<br />
<br />
So what are you producing, you will ask me? Controversy, i will reply. Hell, yeah! I'm the best there is at that. Just take a look at Bored. It's pure crap. Meeeh, anywayz, I' really happy... <br />
<br />
Electronic Arts is indeed a fine place to work at. <br />
<br />
Well, almost there. Just foocusing on the blind spots.<br />
<br />
Still waiting to go blind. <br />
<br />
<br />
***<br />
<br />
 Somehow there is a lot to be said, and I'm guessing you havent learned shit from the above words. Funny thing is, thats a bit how my mind works. Sometimes it scares the living shit out of me, cause here i am enjoying some music and a cigarette with some friends at the office. Then, it hits  me, from smile to blank stare. Each night i get ot have a conversation with that part of me.<br />
<br />
 Sometimes I really understand it. It feels good there. It speeds with the city lights and even tho it's a touch of cold it puts the smile back on my face.  <br />
<br />
 Sometimes i feel like PUSH IT THE FUCK OUT OF ME! Why ? It does not belong there.<br />
<br />
 Well, yeah there it is. The Savannah will always be there to tell it's stories.<br />
<br />
***<br />
<br />
So, you didnt get shit, did you? Well, let me put it this way: This is a happy journal entry. That's why it's called ataraxia. Be happy for me. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br />
<br />
 What?<br />
 You dont know what ataraxia is?<br />
 Bah, go read a book, ffs!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Le-Gab</author>
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                <title>Good shit</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 15 May 2007 02:25:48 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Hear the drums rolling and Padaaaa! They stoped. Sheer silence. <br />
 <br />
 Focus. Just hanging arround with everyone. Tho, not really hanging on to anyone. <br />
<br />
 So there, i killed you once, i killed you twice and i will kill you again.  Cause here they are, all the tricks of the trade unveilled. <br />
<br />
 Blank! Boing! Ting! Blank! <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br />
<br />
The End<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Le-Gab</author>
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                <title>Changes, changes changes</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 28 Mar 2007 07:12:23 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ As a very dear friend of mine was saying, the only thing that's truly certain is the certainty of change.  Nice word play, i might say <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br />
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 What is indeed scary is the fact that I'm getting the feeling that i fucked it up. Really. I tend to do that. Of course, nothing tragic, every end is a new chances to begin. But if i come to think about it, i wasn't really ready for a change. <br />
<br />
 It all begins now. <br />
<br />
 I know what i've just written sounds like a load of horse crap, but bear with me. Details will follow.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Le-Gab</author>
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                <title>Crash and burn.</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 22 Feb 2007 06:39:41 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Burn, burn, burn, baby! <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br />
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Let's see if there is any way in which i can pick up the pieces of this gallery. ^^<br />
<br />
Anywayz, watch the fireworks, honey! <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>A memorable fancy</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 13 Nov 2006 05:05:42 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ "But now, from between the black & white spiders, a cloud and fire burst and rolled thro' the deep black'ning all beneath, so that the nether deep grew black as a sea, & rolled with a terrible noise; beneath us was nothing now to be seen but a black tempest, till looking east between the clouds & the waves, we saw a cataract of blood mixed with fire, and not many stones' throw from us appear'd and sunk again the scaly fold of a monstrous serpent; at last, to the east, distant about three degrees appear'd a fiery crest above the waves; slowly it reared like a ridge of golden rocks, till we discover'd two globes of crimson fire, from which the sea fled away in clouds of smoke; and now we saw, it was the head of Leviathan; his forehead was divided into streaks of green & purple like those on a tyger's forehead: soon we saw his mouth & red gills hang just above the raging foam tinging the black deep with beams of blood, advancing toward us with all the fury of a spiritual existence."<br />
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- William Blake, the Marriage of Heaven and Hell, A Memorable Fancy<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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