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                <title>A Long Time Coming -- Anyone Alive?</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 31 Aug 2009 13:13:38 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Wow. I really do miss this place. I wonder, does anyone on my friends list remember me? If so, drop by and say hi. I'm really hoping to stick around this time <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Naebliss</author>
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                <title>NEW CONTENT!!!</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 06 Sep 2006 23:50:55 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ An influx of content coming in, I'm sure you all know (or rather don't, because no one looks at my page any more or reads my journals -.-) what this means. Yep, another break up. Enjoy some of the new raps. ]]></description>
                <author>~Naebliss</author>
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                <title>Good Morning, Deviantart!</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 10 Jul 2006 19:35:05 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ A lot of things have been going on. I have a new someone special in my life, things are going really, really good. I've been writing, but not really posting on here. For that, I apologize. Maybe I'll try to get some of my stuff transferred. Who knows? I'd be a lot more inclined to post here if people -- actually -- gave -- FEEDBACK! *cough*<br />
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A new local magazine has sprung up around the Greenville, North Carolina area. They have me as a featured writer. I'm very pleased with this. You can find a link to the article below. ^_^<br />
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<a href="http://www.g-vegasmagazine.com/MalcolmHeath.htm">[link]</a><br />
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I've got a new story in the works, somewhat about prison-life. Eventually, the main characters get thrown into a Mortal Kombat-style tournament to the death. Last man standing gets the prize -- freedom. If you're interested in this story, or, hell, if you even bothered to read this, please, leave a comment. ]]></description>
                <author>~Naebliss</author>
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                <title>Almost a year later...</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 19 Jan 2006 11:20:15 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Been that long. Made my way through another girlfriend in the time. Yeah, ended in ruins. Not too happy about that... not at all, in fact. I guess that's meant to be, and to quote myself in <i>Diary of a Madman</i>: "Let it burn."<br />
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Probably going to get a bit more active around here, I don't know yet. Only time will tell, I guess, but I usually write when I'm depressed, so now is a lovely time to do it. ]]></description>
                <author>~Naebliss</author>
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                <title>New Work</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 01 May 2005 05:41:14 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Updated Projects, Inc, so if your  interested in that, follow this link: <a href="http://www.deviantart.com/view/13316818/"> [link]</a><br />
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Other than that, the Playground is  getting closer to finished as each day  goes by.<br />
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We current have forums, availible @ <a href="http://www.phpbbforfree.com/forums/index.php?mforum=wcrdota"> [link]</a> along with the usual updates  from <a href="http://claneat.cybton.com">[link]</a><br />
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If you have any ideas for either  project, Inc or Playground, send me a  note. Please, and thanks - Shaft /  Naebliss ]]></description>
                <author>~Naebliss</author>
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                <title>Woot?</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 21 Apr 2005 14:06:30 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Some new stuff going on... been  focusing in on schoolwork some more  now, while still being socially active.  And hell yeah, I got Subscriber now...  kick-ass. I'm going to start updating  more often now, sorry about my  inactivity the last few months.<br /><br />Having a party on Friday night, gonna  play some pool, prolly some foosball.  Invited a bunch of friends. That's  gonna be fun.<br />
<br />
Decided I'm going to go asexual. I  can't be gay, I love women too much but  thats my problem -- when I get  involved, everything else loses purpose  and... well the world can't afford to  lose me ^_^;;<br />
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Done some work on DOTA-Playground. That  site is going to be up soon, and its  going to kick ass. If your interested  in warcraft, and most importantly,  Defense of the Ancients, go to <a href="http://claneat.cybton.com">[link]</a>  for updates on that.<br /><br />Anyone miss me? ^_^ ]]></description>
                <author>~Naebliss</author>
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                <title>Where Do You Belong? : Quiz Results</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 10 Feb 2005 19:58:50 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <a href="http://images.quizilla.com/C/crimsoncrushedrose/1077604803_estructive.gif">[link]</a><br><br />
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You belong in another of my worlds. The  world of<br>self-destructive tendencies,  either through<br>actual physical  destructiveness or emotional<br>breakdowns  that you keep bottled up inside,<br>thus  hurting yourself. You feel that life is<br> nothing but pain, and you see red in  everything<br>with the memories of the  blood you have<br>bled(literally or  figuratively) for your<br>hurting. You live  in a hidden land that few<br>will ever  understand or see in you, because you<br> keep it to yourself and only let a few  rare<br>people into the truth of your  reality. You might be<br>homicidal, or  suicidal.<br />
<br />
- - -<br />
<br />
What a load of bullshit</br></br></br></br></br></br></br></br></br></br></br></br></br><br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Help</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 17 Jan 2005 02:28:25 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Okay I really need input from you guys  -- My gallery. I've looked through it  and I see some very unsatisfactory work  in it -- "My Blood", "Your Soft Sweet  Kiss", "Crimson Angel", and so on and  so forth. What ones do you like?  Loathe? I need input so I know what to  kill and what not to. ]]></description>
                <author>~Naebliss</author>
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                <title>PUi2GATOi2Y</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 05 Jan 2005 14:42:04 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ The transitioning period between  Christmas and New Year's eve -- no  reason for party, nor celebration, nor  good cheer; thus the term "purgatory"  -- left me in such a state of boredom,  that I did not even up date this  journal. My apologies every body --  Merry Christmas, Happy Hannukah, yada  yada yada; in short, Happy Hollidays.  Enjoy the booze. ]]></description>
                <author>~Naebliss</author>
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                <title>Questionairre from BrokenEver</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 22 Dec 2004 18:00:04 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ ----------------------------------------   ----------------------------------------  <br />
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A) First, recommend to me:<br />
1. a movie:<br />
2. a book:<br />
3. a musical artist, song, or album:<br />
<br />
(B) I want everyone who reads this to  ask me<br />
three questions, no more, no less. Ask  me anything you want.<br />
<br />
(C) Then I want you to go to your  journal, copy and paste this allowing  your friends to ask you anything.<br />
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                <author>~Naebliss</author>
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                <title>The Blade; November 29th</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 29 Nov 2004 18:46:05 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I stand in my bathroom. A razor blade  is sitting next to the sink. It is the  symbol of what I wished to be, and the  contrast to what I am. It has been five  years since I was diagnosed with  depression; I had taken every drug,  gone through all methods of therapy,  and tried my absolute hardest to crawl  out of this venomous pit I stumbled  into. Everything failed. Now it is just  me and the razor blade.<br />
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There are many things I live for, the  cliches of love, wealth, and happines  are always in my thoughts; I wanted to  taste at least one of them, even for a  second, but could not. My was the  hardest struggle imaginable, but it  must be experienced to be understood,  hence no one else could understand it.  My peers came to ignore me over time,  and I was labeled a freak. I didn't  care, I only cared about my own  struggle, not the opinions of others. <br />
<br />
I was the young boy who saw a dollar  bill in the gutter, then the wind blew  it into the air and away from me. I  chased after it, going through every  obstacle, overcoming every stumble and  hesitation the ground gave me. I  crawled through dark forests just to  hear its rustle in the wind, dove into  the deepest lakes just to get a glimpse  of it, and ripped my self through the  sharpest barbed wire just to get a  smell that grimy old paper. The pursuit  sucked the will to live right out of  me, and in the end, I never got the  dollar bill.<br />
<br />
Little did I know that a man two blocks  from were I started was giving away  twenty dollar bills to careless  pedestrians! They simply stuffed them  into their pockets, and went on with  their lives! How could I witness this  and still say "everything is going to  be ok"?<br />
<br />
I tell those who are suicidal: you are  not. You have more than a good chance  of being happy again. Your heart is  still there to guide you with emotion,  and your mind is still there to guide  you with reason. I warn them that no  matter how bad their situation is, it  is still managable.<br />
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I am just a skeleton. Where is my  heart? It was ripped out and squeezed  to death by the hands of those I  trusted. Where is my mind? It was  trampled on by the stampede of mindless  beasts of this world. I have nothing.<br />
<br />
..:: By bleak_overdose ::..<br />
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<b>Titicamara:</b> <i>Someone need some love.  Getting a wife will solve all your  depression.</i><br />
<b>Vaulander:</b> <i>From personal experience, it  works the other way around. If you  weren't depressed and suicidally  inclined before, getting married will  certainly have you running for a razor  in a big hurry. Get a bike instead.</i> ]]></description>
                <author>~Naebliss</author>
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                <title>Friday, November 12; 2004</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 12 Nov 2004 14:10:17 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <i>Go placidly amid the noise and haste  and remember what peace there may be  found in silence. As far as possible  without surrender, be on good terms  with all persons. <br />
<br />
Speak your truths quietly and clearly;  and listen to others, even the dull and  ignorant, for they too have their  stories. <br />
<br />
Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they  are vexations to the spirit. If you  compare yourself with others, you may  become vain and bitter; for always  there will be greater and lesser  persons than yourself. <br />
<br />
Enjoy your achievements as well as your  plans. Keep interested in your own  career, however humble; it is a real  possession in the changing fortunes of  time. <br />
<br />
Exercise caution in your business  affairs, for the world is full of  trickery. But do not allow this to  blind you to what virtue there is; many  persons strive for high ideals; and  everywhere life is full of heroism. <br />
<br />
Be yourself. Especially, do not feign  affection. Neither be cynical about  love; for in the face of all aridity  and disenchantment, love is perennial  as the grass. Take kindly the counsel  of years, gracefully surrendering those  things of youth. <br />
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Nurture strength of spirit to shield  you in sudden misfortune. But do not  distress yourself with imaginings, for  many fears are born of fatigue and  loneliness. Beyond a wholesome  discipline, be gentle with yourself;  for you are a child of the universe,  and no less than the trees and the  stars, you have a right to be here. <br />
<br />
And whether or not it is clear to you,  no doubt the universe is unfolding as  it should. <br />
<br />
Therefore be at peace with God,  whatever you conceive God to be, and  whatever your labors and aspirations,  in the noisy confusion of life, keep  peace with your soul. With all it's  sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is  still a beautiful world. Show yourself  that beauty, and seek that golden  kernel of beauty that lay in all  persons and all things; show your God  that beauty and understanding and  wisdom will surely follow. <br />
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Be careful and strive to be happy.</i><br />
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~<i><u>Unknown Author</u></i><br />
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Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â L <sup>whatever</sup> O <sub>that</sub> V <sup>means</sup> E ]]></description>
                <author>~Naebliss</author>
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                <title>Hi, I'm J.F.K.</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 01 Nov 2004 19:13:00 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Lately I've been thinking about how  much I actually value solitude. But I'm  really not a hermit; I'm like an  introverted extrovert.<br />
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I get things done with my mind. It's my  main tool. I do philosophy, psychology,  metaphysics, poetry... all of these  things require a lot of introspection.  I like being around people and talking  with people, but only when I feel like  I have something to offer. If I haven't  had any time to myself to fucking  consider things, I feel like I'm coming  to a potluck with a snickers bar.<br />
<br />
Which mentality also causes me to be  irritated with people a large part of  the time. I don't like to gossip. I  don't care how your day was.<br />
<br />
I only like to talk about the things  it's generally considered poor manners  to talk about. I only like to speak  with passion. I always feel like people  enjoy rambling at me a lot more than  they like rambling at other people; I  sort of think it's because I let them  do it.  The mindless blathering always  starts so innocently: some offhand  comment about such-and-such a thing  happening to such-and-such a person, so  you reply "oh really?" thinking a  decent story will ensue. But very soon,  you regret having even feigned  interest. Now you're locked in to utter  mundanity. And, since you have nothing  to contribute on the subject, you're  obliged to basically keep your mouth  shut until you can come up with a  reasonable way to change the subject.  And people are very, very,  extraordinarily long-winded when they  have nothing interesting to talk about.<br />
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And then, pretty soon, I have nothing  interesting to talk about either. My  eyes glaze over, my mouth dries up.  What do you say to someone who's  describing to you, in detail, the  minute actions of people you've never  met and have no interest in meeting?  What do you say when someone stands in  front of you and delivers, literally, a  blow-by-blow account of a perfectly  ordinary day?<br />
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Can be found on my personality site: <br />
<a href="http://wcresources.net.tf/personality.html">[link]</a> ]]></description>
                <author>~Naebliss</author>
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                <title>Passion... I need you.</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 19 Oct 2004 16:01:46 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ "I believe your promise, it's too hard  to give me courage<br />
Always I feel it, the passion... I need  you"<br />
Tachidomatta kado ni<br />
Asy hemu kau kaze wo kanjiteta<br />
Machi no akari hoshizuzu mitai ni<br />
Futari tsutsumu kedo<br />
Sorezore ni chigau<br />
Kagayaki ga aruka<br />
Warau kimi ga<br />
Ichiban mabushiku mieruyo<br />
Yume wa ryusei no yoko ni<br />
Ame agari no niji no yoni<br />
Kano kangero ni hikari wo tsuretekuru<br />
Mayoi tsuzukeru kotoga<br />
Hitotsu no kotae ni naruyo<br />
goma kashitari shinaito chikau yo<br />
"Always I feel it, the passion... I  need you."<br />
<br />
"I believe your promise, it's too hard  to give me courage<br />
Always I feel it, the passion... I need  you<br />
Standing still in the past<br />
Feeling the wind of tomorrow<br />
The lights of the town look like  stardust<br />
Enveloping the two of them<br />
Each at a road not yet known, can you  see that certain radiance?<br />
Your smile<br />
Is the most dazzling thing I've ever  seen<br />
My dream is like a shooting star<br />
Rising from the rain toward that road<br />
This heart that I've brought light to<br />
Continuing to be lost is a fact,  becoming a single answer<br />
I swear I won't decieve you any longer<br />
Always I feel it, the passion... I need  you."<br />
~"Ryuusei", from the Naruto Soundtrack (<a href="http://www.naruto-fr.net/directdl/mp3/010.mp3"> [link]</a>)<br />
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Love is the most wonderous thing I have  ever had an opporunity to experience.  It beats sex, drugs, money, murder, or  any other passion known to me. It is  the one single greatest entity of all.  Actually, I'm lying. It's second-best  to something it should not be (if you  know my story, then you know the irony  of this; otherwise ignore it). Fear is  greater than love. Remember that --  fear is greater than love. ]]></description>
                <author>~Naebliss</author>
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                <title>¿Life doesn't matter?</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 17 Oct 2004 20:07:59 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Life is a paradox, it can not exist and  yet it does... we are a paradox... but  eventually reality catches up with us  and we die. At that point, nothing you  did will ever matter because eventually  it will become outdated and be replaced  with something better, or the person  you loved will die, or the people you  entertained, or whatever it is you  might have done in your life.<br />
<br />
Life doesn't matter, so therefore  nothing in life matters. That is why I  have to let these things go, and move  on. I can only enjoy the small amount  of time I have on this planet -- they  say good things come to those who wait,  but better things come to those who go  out and get it themselves.<br />
<br />
So, I have to let Kelley go and move  on... find something else, not better  per se, but something else I can  content myself with until reality can  find me.<br />
<br />
Honestly? I'm not sure. But I have to  keep telling myself this because if I  didn't force myself to believe it I  would waste into a pile of human waste  waiting here for her... who has more  than likely moved on, who I am almost  100% has. I guess it's time for me to  withdraw also, lest I choose to live a  lie. ]]></description>
                <author>~Naebliss</author>
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                <title>F_ck th!s sh!t</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 08 Oct 2004 13:18:58 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Gone to get wasted... it's gonna be a  hell of a weekend, but I'm gonna make  it a good one. Celebrating my new-found  status as a bachelor. I think it's  going to stay that way. ]]></description>
                <author>~Naebliss</author>
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                <title>A New Day [to die]</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 29 Sep 2004 13:26:54 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Tried putting a good face on things but  it didn't work. I miss Kelley and  though I am already seeing someone  else, I still kinda miss her. I dunno.  It's strange. Logged onto MSN today,  the head news was this: <a href="http://msn.match.com/msn/article.aspx?articleid=2627&TrackingID=516311&BannerID=544659">[link]</a><br />
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Kelley used that line on me, and in  some part it was genuine but it was  also to spare feelings. Wish she'd tell  me what happened. Oh well.<br />
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<i><b>Its someone else.</b> This line has been  used by less-than-honest individuals as  a way to get out of one relationship  and into another. If you have reason to  believe that this is the case, it might  be best to let it go  you do not want  to be in a relationship with a partner  who is pining for someone else. Try to  put on a brave face and let the end be  the end. </i><br />
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Haha. Sadism. Dammit. As usual, ending  this with a song that I like and that  seems to reflect my feelings. Unlike  usual, its two songs.<br />
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<u><b>This Ain't Living</b> -- Tupac Shakur</u><br />
Nigga - I hear even the smaller G's be  dippin Chevy Impalas<br />
while flossin they gold D's, O.G.'s, is  who they follow<br />
We (?)swallow tomorrow(?) see, what we  leave is hollow<br />
We feed violence and greed, let 'em  bleed tomorrow<br />
In time, they grip a nine, sippin wine  - hit grass<br />
'til I be starin watch the parents  sacrifice they child<br />
The love's gone, a thug's home, with no  love<br />
Feelin so strong, make young boys into  drug lords<br />
Now one for adolescents, now dos for  dose<br />
Keep yo' friends by your side, even  close your foes<br />
Now three for Johnny Law tryin to make  my chips<br />
I never pulled the trigger, didn't  touch that bitch<br />
Throw yo' hands in the air, it's a  robbery<br />
.. thinkin 'Pac, would you ride with me<br />
Let's go see what our enemies talkin  bout<br />
When G's enter the house nobody's  walkin out<br />
This ain't livin, it's similar to  prison, we trapped<br />
My homies jealous plus they tell us  that the phones is tapped<br />
I watch my back twenty-fo' seven<br />
and never let a busta send a G to  ghetto heaven, you know!<br />
This is how it goes when we floss with  foes<br />
Before I toss yo' hoe, it'll cost you  mo'<br />
I do shows make a lot of dough, murder  my foes<br />
But I'd give it all up, if it would  help you grow<br />
This ain't livin<br />
<br />
Takes a life to make a life (takes a  life)<br />
Livin in the world of crime tonight  (takes a life)<br />
Can't find a better way to break you<br />
This ain't livin I gotta do what I  gotta do<br />
<br />
Peep it - gunfire is produced at  alarmin rates<br />
Today's youth, grip the shit, get in  the car and break<br />
"It Takes a Nation of Millions" if we  intend to stop the killin<br />
Just search your feelings, participate  in some (?)<br />
They our seeds and when they bleed, we  bleed<br />
That's what becomes of lonely children,  they turn to G's<br />
Heavenly father can you rescue, my  young nation<br />
rest the Lord will protect you, respect  due<br />
Not a threat as I step in blue, and  check those<br />
that oppose when I froze them fools,  and who are you<br />
to watch me fall farther<br />
I disappeared, reappeared as the ..  follow me now<br />
Skippin class, and livin fast, will get  yo' ass<br />
stuck in the pen, doin life plus ten<br />
Young brother pump yo' brakes for me,  before you choke<br />
won't ya soak up some game from yo' big  homies<br />
This ain't livin, we givin you jewelsl,  use 'em as tools<br />
Explode on they industry and fade them  fools<br />
You know the rules, gotta be a rider<br />
You can run the red lights but read the  street signs, heyy<br />
This for all of y'all that keep on  raisin hell<br />
Put a pistol in your hand and let you  fade yourself<br />
It ain't right, what you put your momma  through, young G<br />
Gotta change your life, take the game  from me<br />
This ain't livin<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<u><b>Wait</b> -- Earshot</u><br />
Something's wrong,<br />
Trying to conquer these fears i thoghut  were gone.<br />
And it's been so long, I'm dying to  live in a world i dont belong<br />
<br />
I cant wait for someone to hear me,<br />
And wait for someone to touch me.<br />
And wait forever to be told,<br />
I'm forever alone.<br />
<br />
I cant wait for someone to feel me,<br />
And wait for someone to heal me.<br />
And wait forever to be told,<br />
I'm forever alone..<br />
<br />
On my own,<br />
I'll show myself what it means to be  alone.<br />
And the tears i cry are washed away.<br />
All the scars are my disguise.<br />
<br />
I cant wait for someone to hear me,<br />
And wait for someone to touch me.<br />
And wait forever to be told,<br />
I'm forever alone.<br />
<br />
I cant wait for someone to feel me,<br />
And wait for someone to heal me.<br />
And wait forever to be told,<br />
Im fore... ]]></description>
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                <title>A New Day</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 27 Sep 2004 13:49:01 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Broke up with Kelley on Saturday, which  coincidentally would also have been our  11 month anniversary. I wish her and  Jimmy the best of luck. As for me, it's  a new day. No point in being depressed  over it, but I am concentrating more on  life now than the internet so you will  perhaps notice a deflux of entries from  me from this point on. Perhaps you have  already noticed it. Just want to end  this with a song that I really  appreciate. It is by the Beach Boys and  it is entitled "Wouldn't It Be Nice".<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Wouldnt it be nice if we were older<br />
Then we wouldnt have to wait so long<br />
And wouldnt it be nice to live  together<br />
In the kind of world where we belong<br />
<br />
You know its gonna make it that much  better<br />
When we can say goodnight and stay  together<br />
<br />
Wouldnt it be nice if we could wake up<br />
In the morning when the day is new<br />
And after having spent the day together<br />
Hold each other close the whole night  through<br />
<br />
Happy times together weve been  spending<br />
I wish that every kiss was neverending<br />
Wouldnt it be nice<br />
<br />
Maybe if we think and wish and hope and  pray it might come true<br />
Baby then there wouldnt be a single  thing we couldnt do<br />
We could be married<br />
And then wed be happy<br />
<br />
Wouldnt it be nice<br />
<br />
You know it seems the more we talk  about it<br />
It only makes it worse to live without  it<br />
But lets talk about it<br />
Wouldnt it be nice ]]></description>
                <author>~Naebliss</author>
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                <title>½ Let It Go ¼</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 11 Sep 2004 21:15:49 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ You know it wasn't so long ago <br />
When things weren't as we know <br />
Back when I was younger and had a  hunger <br />
For all the things I didn't know <br />
<br />
And I remember the day when <br />
I went out to play <br />
And I bird flew down to my hand <br />
Didn't want to leave and <br />
When I asked to keep <br />
I remember my dad said <br />
<br />
Yeah son let it go away <br />
Hope that it comes back <br />
Here to you some day <br />
Just let it go away <br />
And if it comes back <br />
you know it's here to stay <br />
<br />
Since then I've gone through changes <br />
Since then I've gone through life <br />
Since then I found me a beautiful woman  <br />
I thought could be my wife <br />
She said she really loves me <br />
But she said she couldn't stay <br />
She said I've got to go my love <br />
To find things my own way <br />
<br />
So I let her go away <br />
Hope that she comes back <br />
Here to me some day <br />
I let her go away <br />
And if she comes back <br />
I know she's here to stay <br />
<br />
There's not always reasons for the  things in life <br />
But it's comforting to know within your  mind <br />
If you love something enough <br />
And you've done all that you can <br />
If there's one thing I have known and  learned first hand <br />
Sometimes you have to just let it go  away <br />
<br />
Hope that it comes back <br />
Here to you some day <br />
Just let it go away <br />
And if it comes back <br />
You know it's here to stay ]]></description>
                <author>~Naebliss</author>
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                <title> September 11 </title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 11 Sep 2004 11:17:01 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ A link I recieved from `khrass, this is  the only thing that should matter on  this day. Let us all take a moment of  silence and read through a few of the  names.<br />
<br />
<a href="http://www.september11victims.com/september11Victims/victims_list.htm">[link]</a> ]]></description>
                <author>~Naebliss</author>
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                <title>. ... .</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 08 Sep 2004 19:07:31 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Another hour without Kelley and another  eternity passes; another civilisation  rises and falls, whilst entire  mountains crumble; another minute  without Kelley.<br />
<br />
<br />
Angst? That is german for fear. I'm not  scared of anything really, but I think  many people call this teenage angst  regardless it's meaning. I dislike  thinking of myself as part of the crowd  but if this is typical teenage angst  then so be it as long as I can have my  baby back. ]]></description>
                <author>~Naebliss</author>
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                <title>E. A. Poe</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 03 Sep 2004 18:50:03 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Thank Heaven!  the crisis  <br />
    The danger is past; <br />
And the lingering illness <br />
    Is over at last  <br />
And the fever called "Living" <br />
    Is conquered at last. <br />
Sadly, I know, I am <br />
    Shorn of my strength, <br />
And no muscle I move, <br />
    As I lie at full length:  <br />
But no matter!  I feel <br />
    I am better at length. <br />
<br />
And I rest so composedly <br />
    Now, in my bed, <br />
That any beholder <br />
    Might fancy me dead  <br />
Might start at beholding me, <br />
    Thinking me dead. <br />
<br />
The sickness  the nausea  <br />
    The pitiless pain  <br />
Have ceased, with the fever <br />
    That maddened my brain  <br />
With the fever called "Living" <br />
    That burned in my brain. <br />
<br />
The moaning and groaning  <br />
    The sighing and sobbing  <br />
Are quieted now; with, <br />
    The horrible throbbing <br />
At heart:  oh, that horrible, <br />
    Horrible throbbing! <br />
<br />
And ah, of all tortures <br />
    That torture the worst <br />
Has abated  the terrible <br />
    Torture of thirst <br />
For the napthaline river <br />
    Of Glory accurst.  <br />
I have drank of a water <br />
    That quenches all thirst:  <br />
<br />
Of a water that flows, <br />
    With a lullaby sound, <br />
From a spring but a very few <br />
    Feet under ground  <br />
From a cavern not very far <br />
    Down under ground. <br />
<br />
And ah! let it never be <br />
    foolishly said <br />
That my room it is gloomy <br />
    And narrow my bed; <br />
For man never slept <br />
    In a different bed  <br />
And, to sleep, you must slumber <br />
    In just such a bed. <br />
<br />
My tantalized spirit here <br />
    Blandly reposes, <br />
Forgetting, or never <br />
    Regretting, its roses  <br />
Its old agitations <br />
    Of myrtles and roses. <br />
<br />
For now, while so quietly <br />
    Lying, I fancy <br />
A holier odor about me, <br />
    of pansy  <br />
A rosemary odor <br />
    Commingled with pansies  <br />
With rue and the beautiful <br />
    Puritan pansy. <br />
<br />
And so I lie happily <br />
    Bathing in many <br />
A dream of the love <br />
    And the beauty of Annie  <br />
Drowned in a bath <br />
    Of the tresses of Annie. <br />
<br />
She tenderly kissed me  <br />
    She fondly caressed  <br />
And then I fell gently <br />
    To sleep on her breast  <br />
Deeply to sleep from the <br />
    Heaven of her breast. <br />
<br />
When the light was extinguished, <br />
    She covered me warm, <br />
And she prayed to the angels <br />
    To keep me from harm  <br />
To the queen of the angels <br />
    To shield me from harm. <br />
<br />
And I lie so composedly <br />
    Now, in my bed, <br />
(Knowing her love) <br />
    That you fancy me dead  <br />
And I rest so contentedly <br />
    Now in my bed, <br />
(With her love at my breast) <br />
    That you fancy me dead  <br />
That you shudder to look at me, <br />
    Thinking me dead:  <br />
<br />
But my heart it is brighter <br />
    Than all of the many <br />
Stars of the Heaven  <br />
    Sparkles with Annie  <br />
It glows with the thought <br />
    Of the love of my Annie  <br />
With the thought of the light <br />
    Of the eyes of my Annie. ]]></description>
                <author>~Naebliss</author>
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                <title>.You.</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 03 Sep 2004 18:17:31 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Friends? What friends? Surely, I have  none. ]]></description>
                <author>~Naebliss</author>
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                <title>Going to the beach...</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 23 Aug 2004 19:48:31 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I will never ever go to the ocean  again... NEVAR!<br />
<br />
<a href="http://www.extremefitness.com/uploads/38466-whale.jpg">[link]</a> ]]></description>
                <author>~Naebliss</author>
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                <title>. . .</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 20 Aug 2004 18:55:50 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ You fuck me once, shame on me. You fuck  me twice, I fuck back. ]]></description>
                <author>~Naebliss</author>
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                <title>++ Waugriff ::</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 14 Aug 2004 19:07:15 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ With these hands, I can crush a man's  dreams, and destroy his life. But when  I open these hands, I can hold my wife,  or play with my children. The path that  we go down is not always right, it is  simply the path that we choose. ]]></description>
                <author>~Naebliss</author>
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                <title>August 08, 2004.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 08 Aug 2004 00:22:18 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ To Rabbit: Happy birthday you old fart. ]]></description>
                <author>~Naebliss</author>
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                <title>-= Heaven =-</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 07 Aug 2004 00:46:33 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ " I rested my head on her wonderful  thigh and looked up to her face. I hope  to see Heaven some day, but even if I  don't, at least I got to see a little  slice of it reflected in her eyes. I  moved up beside her and took her gently  in my arms, giving her a soft kiss on  the mouth. She wrapped her arms around  me and her tongue lazily slipped  between my lips. " Relunctant Quill -- <a href="http://www.literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?id=144563"> [link]</a> ]]></description>
                <author>~Naebliss</author>
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                <title>"I Believe in You"</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 05 Aug 2004 21:32:35 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I never believed in dreaming, it never  got me very far.<br />
I never believed that love could find  me, like an arrow through the heart.<br />
I never believed in miracles, or  building castles in the air.<br />
Not until that day I found you, turned  around and you were there.<br />
From the day you came, you gave me, a  whole new point of view.<br />
I've been touched by an angel, it's  impossible, but true.<br />
<br />
I believe in you.<br />
I swear that forever from today, no one  will ever take your place.<br />
I believe in you.<br />
And I believe our love will last  always.<br />
<br />
I never believed in fairy tales, tho  sometimes I wish I could,<br />
I never believed that golden slippers  could ever find the perfect foot.<br />
I never believed in magic, or that  wishes could come true,<br />
But your very first kiss changed all  this, something only you could do.<br />
You made me a believer, you made me  trust again,<br />
You showed there's a pot of gold, at  every rainbow's end.<br />
<br />
I believe in you.<br />
I swear that forever from today, no one  will ever take your place.<br />
I believe in you.<br />
And I believe our love will last  always.<br />
<br />
Only love, sets you free, <br />
And if you serve to fate, then you're  my destiny.<br />
Now I know, now I see.<br />
Anything can happen, if you just  believe.<br />
<br />
I believe in you.<br />
I swear that forever from today, no one  will ever take your place.<br />
I believe in you.<br />
And I believe our love will last always. ]]></description>
                <author>~Naebliss</author>
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                <title>Misplaced</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 05 Aug 2004 20:43:13 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I do not know where I am, or where I am  supposed to be. I do not think I was  meant to be put where I am today. I  feel as though I need to be somewhere,  doing something diffrerent from what I  am doing today. Its a feeling of  misbelonging. I think I need to be with  Kelley right now, but how? Or perhaps I  should be at my grandmother's house...  I do not know. Today has not been a  good day. I can only hope for tomorrow,  I suppose. ]]></description>
                <author>~Naebliss</author>
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                <title>onE-tHoUSanD</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 16 Jul 2004 19:46:00 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I have finally reached 1000 page views!  YAY!<br />
<br />
<a href="http://www.sighost.us/members/abusecraft/1k.gif">Screen Shot</a> ]]></description>
                <author>~Naebliss</author>
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                <title>Meh</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 14 Jul 2004 19:31:54 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Why can't you enjoy yourself one  fucking time without paying needless  consequences, consequences that should  not even have to be paid? Why can't  life be simple? Why can't you just be  allowed the things that make you happy,  that would make you happier than  anything could? If you want just one  thing, why can't you have it? It's not  like I'm greedy or anything, even  though I guess I am, since I want  something I could never deserve, but  greed notwithstanding, why can't I have  it? Meh.<br />
<br />
Murphy's Law: Anything that can go  wrong, will go wrong. ]]></description>
                <author>~Naebliss</author>
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                <title>"Hitorino-Yoru" by Porno Graffiti</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 08 Jul 2004 15:07:13 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ My feelings don't fit so easily with<br />
Some love song sung for a million  people<br />
This town telling me I should love  someone, anyone<br />
But it's only easy love easy come easy  go!<br />
<br />
The future's a lot more down to earth  than we imagined<br />
Won't be driving cars in the sky for a  while<br />
Today I'm back on the subway leaving  town with silent<br />
strangers<br />
<br />
Lonely, lonely  At night I fall apart<br />
Lonely lonely  Just keep true love in  your heart<br />
Wish I could forget all your<br />
Erogenous zones of the heart<br />
<br />
Love me love me  Your heart strong yet  fragile<br />
Kiss me kiss me  Lonely nights you lie  awake<br />
<br />
That cell phone sure lets you speak  clearly<br />
Is that enough for you? Those waves can  go anywhere<br />
but...<br />
Force a smile again today, get your  timing right<br />
<br />
Lonely lonely  Drunk on some sweet  melody<br />
Lonely lonely  Humming some nice story  with no pain<br />
<br />
Lonely lonely you try to be strong when  I give you<br />
The cold shoulder, tears running down  your cheeks<br />
Erogenous zones of the heart just  memories<br />
But you can't help feeling them... ]]></description>
                <author>~Naebliss</author>
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                <title>-= Heaven =-</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 07 Jul 2004 16:22:00 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ There is a world where there are no  boundaries, no limitations, where the  only goal in life is to enjoy yourself,  to please and be pleased, to enjoy life  until you are sick with ecstasy. A  world where the softest touch draws  massive shudders throughout your body,  pushing you to the brink where you can  no longer contain your excitement. This  is my world. This is heaven. Won't you  come join me? ]]></description>
                <author>~Naebliss</author>
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                <title>Double You Tee Eff</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 01 Jul 2004 18:38:38 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Okay, something is going on that I  don't know about... all of a sudden,  everyone I know is ignoring me. Kelley  has been online for all of 40 minutes,  and save for her away message (which,  like mine is always up, unless of  course she is away which is, by habit,  the only time either of us take it  down, or so it seems) she has not said  two words to me. Another friend of  mine, Niyati, was talking to me, and  now she has lapsed into a complete  silence. Ashley hasn't responded since  I logged on, and neither has Andra0rz.  Something doesn't feel right here. Is  there something I need to know about? ]]></description>
                <author>~Naebliss</author>
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                <title>Its a great day</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 23 Jun 2004 10:47:19 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I love life. I never want to die. I'm  going to do something good with my  life, I dont know what yet, but unlike  what I originally thought, I doubt its  gonna have anything to do with  computers or video games. I want to  help people. I want to save the world.  Typically I don't like country music,  but damn I love this song.<br />
<br />
---<br />
<br />
I got rice cooking in the microwave<br />
Got a three day beard I don't plan to  shave<br />
And it's a goofy thing but I just gotta  say<br />
Hey, I'm doing alright<br />
Yeah I think I'll make me some homemade  soup<br />
Feelin' pretty good and that's the  truth <br />
It's neither drink nor drug induced<br />
No, I'm just doin' alright<br />
<br />
And it's a great day to be alive<br />
I know the sun's still shinin' when I  close my eyes<br />
There's some hard times in the  neighborhood<br />
But why can't every day be just this  good? <br />
<br />
It's been fifteen years since I left  home<br />
Said good luck to every seed I'd sown<br />
Give it my best and then I left it  alone<br />
Oh I hope they're doin' alright<br />
Now I look in the mirror and what do I  see?<br />
A lone wolf there starin' back at me<br />
Long in the tooth but harmless as can  be<br />
Lord, I guess he's doin' alright <br />
<br />
And it's a great day to be alive<br />
I know the sun's still shinin' when I  close my eyes<br />
There's some hard times in the  neighborhood<br />
But why can't every day be just this  good?<br />
<br />
Sometimes its lonely<br />
Sometimes its only me and <br />
The shadows that fill this room<br />
Sometimes I'm fallin', desperately  callin' <br />
Howlin' at the moon<br />
<br />
Well I might go get me a new tatoo or<br />
Take my old Harley for a three day  cruise<br />
Might even grow me a fu man chu<br />
<br />
And it's a great day to be alive<br />
I know the sun's still shinin' when I  close my eyes<br />
There's some hard times in the  neighborhood<br />
But why can't every day be just this  good? <br />
<br />
And it's a great day to be alive<br />
I know the sun's still shinin' when I  close my eyes<br />
There's some hard times in the  neighborhood<br />
But why can't every day be just this  good? ]]></description>
                <author>~Naebliss</author>
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                <title>LOLOLOLOLOLOL</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 22 Jun 2004 18:36:22 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Today has no doubt been the funniest  day of my entire life. I will die  laughing of this day. Been laughing for  almost 6 hours now, feels good to be  able to laugh again. ]]></description>
                <author>~Naebliss</author>
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                <title>t.t</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 18 Jun 2004 08:26:44 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ My other entry was bothering me, so I  decided to change it. Heres the change.  But now I wanna add something else  in... no matter how great something can  be there will always be  repercussions... like newton said, an  action is met by and an equal and  opposite reaction. in laymans terms,  when something good happens to you  something bad happens right after to  balance it out. Sometimes that good  thing may not be as great as you first  thought it was. ]]></description>
                <author>~Naebliss</author>
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                <title>^_^;;</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 08 Jun 2004 15:38:31 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha hahaha<br />
<br />
yeah, I'm in a very good mood. This is  probably the greatest day of my life.  No details, thats for me to know. 'Tis  a great day to be alive ]]></description>
                <author>~Naebliss</author>
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                <title>Dreams.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 06 Jun 2004 19:27:33 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ The pain inside, this pain I feel. How  do I define it? How do I descirbe it? I  could say it is a knife, but the blade  of a knife could never be so dull, and  yet rip me from the inside out. It  could be described as depression, but  depression could never embed itself so  deeply throughout every fragment of my  body. I want to blame others for this  pain, a long list that could go on for  a very long time, and I want to blame  myself. I can't blame others, its not  in my nature, and I know it really  isn't my fault to any great degree,  sure I made a few mistakes along the  way but thats only human.<br />
<br />
I have two people left that are really  important to me... it used to be my  grandparents, but then my grandfather  died. Then Kelley came a long, and  Holly. I had three important people in  my life then. Holly moved away  recently, and now I can't see Kelley.  I'm down to two people, Kelley and my  grandma, and Kelley I cannot see. My  grandmother's deadline is rapidly  approaching. Five months ago, she was  told she had six months to live.<br />
<br />
Life isn't worth living if you don't  have someone that needs you, or a dream  to follow. Life isn't worth it, if you  can't accomplish that dream, or help  the one thats important to you achieve  their dreams. My grandma, I'm not sure  what her dreams are, and the same is  with Kelley. But my Mammie (grandma)  has lived a long time, and I hope she  has accomplished something to be proud  of, and I know she has whether she  realises it or not. She has been a  great and dear friend and.. well,  mother. She more or less raised me  until I was about nine-years old. My  mom worked constantly trying to  survive. She had herself to feed, and  her bastard child. So she dropped me  off with my grandma during the day and  picked me up at night. And now, after  all those years of being with my Mammie  (and Papa, er grandfather; used to  think the old fart was invinicble that  I'd die before he did, but I was  wrong), she's slowly, and sufferingly  dying. I can't do anything about that,  and I can't do anything about Kelley.  But I have to do something. "If you are  a man, live it the way you won't  regret. Protect whatever is important  to you with these two arms no matter  how tough or sad it is, even if it  costs you your life." I have to do  something to help Kelley... apparently  her parents are being even bigger jerks  than usual. But what can I do? Nothing.  I'm not afraid of them, or of them  looking down upon me or thinking worse  of me, the latter is not possible. But  what is there that I can do? I hate  this feeling of being able to do  nothing. I feel worthless. I don't know  what to do. There is no where to turn,  no where I can go, and nothing I can  do. Watch it, because an animal, when  backed into a corner, can turn  dangerous. Very dangerous. And I'm in  one helluva corner. ]]></description>
                <author>~Naebliss</author>
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                <title>&gt;_&lt;</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 06 Jun 2004 17:46:42 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Shit. Shit. Shit. My mom just told me  she had read some of the old stuff I  used to keep on the family computer...  it's not very good stuff, perhaps a bit  worse (in ability, and in  horrific/sexual content) than the stuff  here. She's also read some of the  chat-logs Kelley and I have had, my  chat program saves logs by default, and  she says she doesn't like the language  I use, and that it seems I am "some  stud, and that Kelley and you have gone  all the way." SHIT! I wonder how  fucking much she read. Dammit. Dammit!  DAMMIT!!!!! ]]></description>
                <author>~Naebliss</author>
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                <title>Miracle Grow</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 15 May 2004 23:39:32 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <i>It's been said a thousand times if not  more. But her wide-open pussy reminded  me exactly of a tight rose bud. At that  moment, I wanted to do nothing more  than sprinkle it with my own version of  Miracle Grow and watch it bloom.</i>  -Anonymous. ]]></description>
                <author>~Naebliss</author>
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                <title>"The Day I Tried To Live"</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 15 May 2004 08:58:33 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Listening to the aforementioned song by  Soundgarden. Pretty pissed off right  now... some bitch just told me I  shouldn't "criticise" people's work  since I'm only 13 and I don't realise  there is more than one way to write  things, yet just before she said  "Thanks for the contructive  criticism"... shit like that pisses me  off. In warcraft I had to break through  the same barrier... finally people  accepted me but here at deviantart... I  thought people wouldn't care. Obviously  I was a talented writer, for just 13  (this being said in all modesty ^_^)  and well... that kinda prejudice, or  any kind really, just pisses me off.  Sorry for the rant.... ]]></description>
                <author>~Naebliss</author>
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                <title>What do you do?</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 13 May 2004 18:32:51 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ What do you do when your so terribly  sad that your eyes are watery and your  heart hurts on every intake of breath  because the melancholy is slowly taking  over and there is nothing you can do  about it? What do you do when someone,  the one that causes you this pain,  comes back, in time, and apologises,  but you know they don't mean it because  they do it again and again and  again...? What do you do when you can't  take it any more but you know there is  nothing you can do? What do you do.... ]]></description>
                <author>~Naebliss</author>
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                <title>So empty...</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 08 May 2004 19:28:29 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <i>Everywhere I turn, I hurt someone<br />
But there's nothing I can say <br />
to change the things I've done<br />
I'd do anything within my power<br />
I'd give everything I've got<br />
But the path I seek is hidden<br />
from me now<br />
<br />
I let you down<br />
You trusted me, believed in me<br />
and I let you down<br />
Of all the things I hid from you<br />
I cannot hide the shame<br />
And I pray someone, something will<br />
come, to take away the pain<br />
<br />
There's no way out of this dark place<br />
No hope, no future<br />
I know I can't be free<br />
But I can't see another way<br />
I can't face another day</i><br />
<br />
Well that kinda says it all (those are  lyrics from Brother Bear, (c) to Phil  Collins) but... I feel so empty.  Haven't seen Kelley in a few days. I  don't know what I'm gonna do this  summer. Used to think Devart and  Warcraft could keep out the pain but  they don't even numb it as they used  to. I feel so sad inside now... so  empty, so alone. The worst part is I  did this to myself. And to her... would  it not have been better just to stay  away from her, to avoid giving her all  this pain?<br />
<br />
Cheesy as it sounds I can identify with  that movie in that the main character  is characterised by love, and yet he  hurts people no matter what he does. I  am almost exactly like him. I can't  kill a fly without feeling remorse and  regret. It really bothers me. I know  some people that can stare into your  eyes while killing you, even laughing.  I know because I've seen them do it, if  only to dogs and such... but there was  no regret there, just malice. I wish I  could do that. I wish I could block out  this pain... the pain of knowing how  much I'm hurting Kelley, and hurting  her relationship with her parents. And  knowing there is nothing I can do about  it, no way out, without hurting her  alot more. Knowing that even if there  was a way out, would I really take it? ]]></description>
                <author>~Naebliss</author>
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                <title>Holy $%@!</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 27 Apr 2004 12:24:15 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ From:   "kelley carter" < kelleycarter_98@hotmail.com> <br />
To:   bringerofdeath@crapmail.com <br />
Subject:   HEy <br />
Date:   Tue 04/27/04 07:49 AM <br />
<br />
sorry sorry sorry but my mum is really  mad about hte bit of convo she heard.<br />
You shouldn't call here for a while,  i'll talk to you at school but DON'T  call until I tell you it's okay. I  probably won't be able to call tonight.  <br />
I'm sorry. I love you. I miss you.<br />
<br />
---<br />
<br />
From:   Dia Drium < bringerofdeath@crapmail.com><br />
To:   "kelley carter" < kelleycarter_98@hotmail.com> <br />
Subject:   Re: HEy<br />
Date:   Tue 04/27/04 12:13 PM  <br />
 <br />
Hey. Me, again. Called your mom. Maybe  she's right... if you really care<br />
 for something, you have to let it go,  and if it comes back again... you<br />
 know the old saying. She says you have  to 'get back in the game', that <br />
you have lost focus on school, on  extracurricular activities, and that <br />
you have to focus yourself on Kelley,  and not Malcolm. As for the last <br />
part, I agree. So... let's respect  their wishes. I will always love you...<br />
 and I will always respect you -- so,  how about we wait a little while, <br />
until we're older (as your mother  requested -- "you're too young to be <br />
this inovlved") to continue this. I'll  still be here, I promise.<br />
<br />
Love, Malcolm.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
---<br />
As you can see, things between Kelley  and I (or more accurately, between  Kelley's parents and I). I really do  think maybe they are right in letting  it go for awhile, but that doesn't mean  I actually have to like it. I can still  see her in school, that hasn't  changed... and other than a few  occasions, I don't think you could  really say we were "going-out". Wait,  who am I trying to bull-shit here? I  love her and I can't have her  anymore... life is hell -_- ]]></description>
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                <title>Another day gone by...</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 23 Apr 2004 21:36:03 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ ...and another day without Kelley. Sure  I can see her at school, but my goddamn  school has a policy against  Hand-holding!!! It's gay, but  reasonable in my opinion... annoying,  very. But even so, if we didn't have  those (and we pretend like we don't  anyway -- never really gotten caught  for stuff like that) it would still be  another day wasted. I want to see  Kelley anytime I want to, to touch her  any time I want to. Life is too short  to waste hoping and wanting. Some kind  of action has to be taken. I just wish  I could think of some kind of plan that  couldn't blow up in my face and get her  in trouble.... ]]></description>
                <author>~Naebliss</author>
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                <title>Is anyone out there?</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 19 Apr 2004 17:39:50 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Warcraft III used to be my only  interest, the only thing that kept me  moving through the days other than the  thought of Kelley. But now I' m  losing... something... with warcraft  and it's growing boring. I'm not sure I  know whats up... but I feel an  overwhelming surge of want (not lust!),  a need to be with Kelley.... Shit is a  changing, thats for sure, and I'm not  too sure if I like it -_- ]]></description>
                <author>~Naebliss</author>
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                <title>: : D u l l : :</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 14 Apr 2004 03:05:59 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Going out of my mind with B O R E D O  M!!! Please help! Send brain stimulizar  to 6696 Fook-U.-Nub Street, Alienville,  North Carolina. Or if you have a cup of  warm tea I could have, I wouldn't mind  that either. Or if you could get my  girlfriend to talk to me again -.-" ]]></description>
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                <title>FUCK YOU, THEO! FAILURE SUCKS ASS!</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 20 Mar 2004 18:44:46 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ "It is not the critic who counts, not  the man who points out how the strong  man stumbled, or where the doer of  deeds could have done better. The  credit belongs to the man who is  actually in the arena, whose face is  marred by dust and sweat and blood, who  strives valiantly, who errs and comes  short again and again, who knows the  great enthu-siasms, the great  devotions, and spends himself in a  worthy cause, who at best knows  achievement and who at the worst if he  fails at least fails while daring  greatly so that his place shall never  be with those cold and timid souls who  know neither victory nor defeat."  --Theodore Rooseelt<br />
<br />
He has a point, but that doesn't mean I  have to like it. Was in a regional  spelling bee today. Got second place  -_- Shoulda had first but I fucked up  and the judes were asses -- "No, you  have already said 'A' you cannot change  it back." Fucking assholes. They won't  be waking tomorrow. Maybe then I'll be  happy. Doubt it. ]]></description>
                <author>~Naebliss</author>
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                <title>A little kid....</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 14 Mar 2004 20:42:13 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm a little kid in a man's world. They  look over me, step over me (atleast,  when they don't step ON me) and they  shun me for being who I am. I enjoy the  company of my friends, we talk and joke  around, but then when it's around their  friends they look down on me and call  me being immature. Is immature doing  the same in public as you do when your  just around your friends? A friend of a  friend, is that considered public? It  amazes me just how much some people  change when they are around others. You  call yourself a christian, boy? You  want to to "be like a christian should  be"? Well, you might need to try a bit  harder, because your not doing a very  good job. Then again, maybe I deserve  it for being a kid in a world thats way  too big for me. ]]></description>
                <author>~Naebliss</author>
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                <title>.:: c0nfu53d ::.</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 27 Feb 2004 21:34:51 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ For all of you that are not capable of  deep-thinking processes and  calculations, click <a href="http://www.yahooligans.com">here</a>, otherwise  continue reading.<br />
<br />
Okay, to first understand why I am  confused you must first understand me.  I used to be a christian, then I became  atheist and generally degraded to a  point of uncaringness, i.e.,  agnosticism. Well, tonight I went to  see the Passions of Christ and though  it did not convert me to Christianity  as so many people have clamed or  what-not, it has got me thinking; I  have always believed in the existence  of Jesus Christ -- the man atleast.  History proves that. I also do not  understand how this world was made, I  have no miracle solution for it and I  very well believe some "God" may have  made it, whether the Christian God or  someone else, and as to how "God" got  here, I have no clue either, but this  is mere trivialities. What I have been  thinking about is death; Death is  something I know first-hand, having  quite a few near-death experiences  myself, and constantly dreaming of  dying (each time the same feeling;  panic, hysteria and then a calming, a  nothingness that is oddly pleasing;  pleasureful even) not to mention  causing a few deaths, something I don't  like to speak on and am not proud of.  Well, I have now been contemplating  this and it scares me -- eventually we  all die, we have to. I want to believe  in a God, but I want to believe the  Truth, something I am now searching  for. It's out there, it has to be. I  want to find it, and whether I like it  or not, I want to know the Truth. If  there is a "God", I am sure he doesn't  like me, and if there isn't then I  guess we're all up shit-creek, but  either way, does it really matter?  Would life after death be better than  just death itself? Some people long for  death, for an ending, and while I used  to do this, now I do not, and I do not  want to die, I do not wish for it all  to end. I want to spend for ever and  ever with Kelley, past the days of  death, but living in a white world  where nothing never goes wrong? That is  not heaven, that is HELL! If there is a  heaven I imagine it quite like Earth,  except with good-natured people, not  too high of a level of crime rate and  no murder or such things, no real  meterialism, but no antimaterialism  either, a world where you are allowed  to be yourself and express your  oppinions without being labeled an  outcast, or being considered a joke,  where you can be with those you love in  peace, or as peaceful as humans can be.<br />
<br />
I am sure my description of heaven is  far off, but it has to be closer than  that White-World theory. ]]></description>
                <author>~Naebliss</author>
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                <title>Longing...</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 11 Feb 2004 12:27:59 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ When I woke today I wasn't longing for  Kelley, which is strange considering I  ALWAYS long for her, for her touch, her  smile.... Regardless, I wasn't longing  for her though I didn't realize it  until some time after I was dressed. At  first I mistook this as I didn't love  her anymore and I became cold and  calloused as I often do when faced with  things like that. Just now however, I  realized... I still love her but now  that it's not quite as forbidden I have  no reason to long for her. ]]></description>
                <author>~Naebliss</author>
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                <title>What Am I?</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 05 Feb 2004 16:23:29 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ A friend of Kelley's asked me yesterday  a question I'm not sure if I can  answer: <i>Do you love her, or are you  using her?</i> At first, thrown off-guard  by her question, I asked her, <i>What  would I be using her for?</i>, and Julie's  response was, <i>I think you know.</i> Yes, I  do know what she means... and I never  did answer her question. Contemplating  this, at first I thought it was a waste  of time but the more I think about it  the more I realize maybe she is right  -- Kelely and I have a relationship  built almost entirely on sex -- or  sexually-related activities. Yes, I  love her, but is it love or is it lust,  I can not tell. Jason told me you just  know, so i guess I'll use that as my  standard, and assuming that as my  standard, then my answer is: <i>Yes,  Julie. I love Kelley.</i> ]]></description>
                <author>~Naebliss</author>
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                <title>Halo of Beauty</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 04 Feb 2004 16:52:03 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Imagine this: your in class, and the  teacher turns out the lights and opens  the blinds; you look to your right, the  direction inwhich the light is coming  from and you see the girl of your  dreams, the most beautiful girl you  have ever seen in your entire life, the  light playing across her hair softly,  surround her entire beauty with a halo  of light, an angel without her wings.  Now imagine this, she is yours and  yours alone. This is how I feel every  day ^^ ]]></description>
                <author>~Naebliss</author>
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                <title>Good Bye</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 02 Feb 2004 15:26:21 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ My mother, being the bitch that she is,  has just cancelled my internet service  because I had LD, once, for leaving a  book in class. She says she's doing it  because of my attitude, because I  laughed when I was talking to her about  it (she came in really calm and cool; I  waited about 20 min and then laughed  and said "You haven't bitched at me for  having LD, amazing." Then she gave me a  lecture on how my motuh overloads my  ass (once of her favorite lectures;  something to do with me talking too  much I think) which I laughed through.  Then she said she wasn't gonna bail me  outta prison, and I was like "what the  fuck?" because she had lost me; she  thinks my attitude and disposition will  get me thrown into prison, to which I  told her : "I can either laugh or cry  and I choose to laugh." <br />
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She's taking the itnrnet away from me  because she was threatening to and I  told her she might as well because I  didn't really care; it didn't mean as  much to me as she seems to think it did  (the only thing I really care about is  Kelley, and she can't take that from  me, though if she knew I'm sure she'd  try). So, now I'm gone, won't be  updating semi-regularly anymore, just  whren I can, and I'm laughing all the  way. ]]></description>
                <author>~Naebliss</author>
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                <title>Gays &amp; Bis</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 27 Jan 2004 00:09:10 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I pride myself on being open-minded.  It's one of the few things I have, and  I think it is one of the reason Kelley  likes me. But today I found out that my  best friend (well, best-guy-friend;  Kelley has been and hopefully always  will be my best friend) is bi. I  couldn't accept it; I broke down. I had  this very masculine image of him built  up (it's an online friendship), I went  to him for advice when I was having  problems with Kelley, and then he  springs it on me that he's a, for lack  of a better word, a fag. I wish I could  say, 'whatever floats your boat', but I  can't; I used to say I believed  everyone was bi on some level or  degree, but I obviously didn't believe  it. I can't accept that he is gay, and  I hate that. I wish I could change  that, but I don't think I can. It's not  gonna make me like him anyless, but it  will certainly impact our friendship. ]]></description>
                <author>~Naebliss</author>
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                <title>Love</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 12 Jan 2004 14:32:15 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Haha, life is awesome. I love Kelley  (who I recently found out is Mystyc) so  fucking much. It seems like everytime I  see her I immediately get happier, and  then that effect lingers on into the  rest of my day. I'm so fucking  ecstatic, something I've never been  before. I'm madly in love and enjoying  every second of it.<br />
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I can't believe I'm saying this. I  never thought I would really truly love  anyone and now Ive been proven wrong by  the last person I had ever thought of  as ... well, as a lover. I dont know  why I had never thought of her like  that, but I hadnt. Haha, things change.  In some cases, they change alot! Like  me for instance... I cant write. The  only thing I can write is how I feel  and Im not going to write some lame  haooy go lucky shit. Its amazing. Damn,  I love her!<br />
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(sorry for this rant, but I couldnt  help it) ]]></description>
                <author>~Naebliss</author>
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                <title>Church...</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 19 Oct 2003 01:19:11 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm sitting here, bored out of my mind,  trying to write, yet I cannot. The  rhymes will not come, so I guess I  shall write, about my day, and my  night. My mom drug me to church,  tonight, to a 'Youth Crusade', and now  I know that my debt to 'God' is finally  paid. But he does not exist, so all the  christians that worship him in bliss,  flame me for this, but know the words I  speak are true, for the only true god  is you. ]]></description>
                <author>~Naebliss</author>
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