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        <pubDate>Mon, 14 Dec 2009 12:25:02 PST</pubDate>        
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                <title>This</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 19 Jul 2007 02:19:50 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ sneaking feeling of failure is creeping in. So slowly it invades my thoughts, until it crescendo's into utter uselessness and disposition. Every day it is extinguished, and every night it is renewed. I' am tortured by the thought of helplessness involving my own desires. My mind is corrupted, to the point of violation, with the thought of absolute failure in every aspect of my life and I can't help but humor those thoughts. They attach and grow, festering like a fucking disease, inhabiting every motion and look and breath. How do I cope? How do I destroy this abomination of thought and return with extravagance to a living soul?<br />
<br />
(Make this disappear with your eyes)<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Paramnesiac</author>
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                <title>Everyday</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 09 Jul 2007 05:18:00 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I hate humanity more and more. Your vile forked tounges never cease with their corruption. Constantly they spew out lies and deceit shrouded by dignity and honor. Such a shallow veil you gently place over the eyes of each other, yet none of you seem to want to look through the lace to witness these legged snakes that whisper so faintly seeds of doubt and dispair in your ears. You lie down while their demons dance and drink with your own. The overwhelming power of words has been loosed into mouths with seemingly wonderful intent, compared only by the sheer disaster waiting at the end of each sentence. Hiding behind my smile and bright eyes lies darkness, an all consuming woe and apathy. Such murky water I wade in right now, my soul soon to fade into destruction and remorse. I'am left with a shell of disgust and hate.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Paramnesiac</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 14 Jan 2007 21:41:31 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Is poetry dead?<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Paramnesiac</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 03 Nov 2006 22:28:52 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I wrote something! But I have no idea what it's about. My current mindframe keeps me from understanding what I can see and distinguish. Tell me if it's good, bad, horrible, burnworthy. If its good please try and figure out what its about. Cause i would truely like to know.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Paramnesiac</author>
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                <title>Failing</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 08 Nov 2005 13:50:29 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I feel like I have let myself and my fellow deviants and artists down. I haven't had anything worth posting in months, and I honestly feel horrible for it. I am failing myself as a writer. Day by day I constantly think of anything to write, and I put it on paper, and it seems just disguisting. <br />
<br />
I can't apologize enough for myself. ]]></description>
                <author>~Paramnesiac</author>
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                <title>Eh?</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 28 Mar 2005 21:23:37 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ So, this didn't seem to fit as any sort  of poetry, so I'm going to put it here.<br /><br />What a monster this life has made of  me.<br />
Though I still feel, somewhere hidden  within.<br />
<br />
"Surrender, and know I've failed you."<br />
<br />
I know I've failed all.<br />
Atleast up is the only way to go when  you've hit rock bottom.<br />
What an optimistic statement from me.<br />
Or maybe it's just so apathetic that it  seems good.<br />
Perhaps I'm so apathetic that I seem  ok.<br />
No matter, I'm the only one who seems  to notice, or even care to notice.<br />
And even that is slowly dieing.<br />
<br />
What a lifeless monster this life has  made of me.<br />
What a careless, thoughtless,  wreckless, indecisive being is forged  from the cold path laid out for me.<br />
What a hole of a soul, what a demon of  a conscious, what a dry lump of a  liquid churning heart.<br />
<br />
What a monster,<br />
I'am.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Paramnesiac</author>
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                <title>Sleep</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 03 Feb 2005 21:16:56 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I sometimes have troubles sleeping, and  sometimes trying to sleep makes it even  worse. I will lay in bed and think  about sleep, and the longer I think  about it, the scary it is. <br />
<br />
Has anyone ever thought about sleep so  much while they were trying to sleep  that they realized the absolute  ghastlieness of it? How one can  seemingly detach themselves from  existence for so long, and then just be  back is scary to me. It's a catatonic  state where our mind is constantly  going, our subconcious is revealed, and  we are ourselves, we know what we need,  desire, hate, and love. Then we snap  back to reality where we are demons in  our own body. I believe that this is  the closest anyone could come to death,  and it pulls the strings of theories of  mine about the afterlife.<br />
<br />
 I hate it when this happens to me, it  always leads to death, and that always  leads to the realization that I will  die and will have lived in vain. I will  go unnoticed and forgotten, and no  trace of me left behind save a check  and a box six feet deep in a cemetary  where noone will recognize my  dilapidated tombstone. It honestly  makes me humor suicide...I'll be going  now. ]]></description>
                <author>~Paramnesiac</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 29 Nov 2004 16:15:25 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Well, congrats to me on over 300  pageveiws, eh? I hope to bring some  writing in here soon... ]]></description>
                <author>~Paramnesiac</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 02 Nov 2004 19:16:37 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Here I'am again, in the middle of a  comment/page view/noticed depression.  They seem to come and go, this one is  lasting awhile though. I'm getting used  to my one person fan base, atleast he's  the Lord, hehe. ]]></description>
                <author>~Paramnesiac</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 13 Sep 2004 13:44:06 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Wow, am I having a hard time feeling  noticed or what? 125 pageviews, and  some poetry that even I think is  bearable, a veritable accomplishment to  me, and I hardly even get hits. Meh. My  Luck. ]]></description>
                <author>~Paramnesiac</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 24 Aug 2004 20:33:03 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Man, I've had fuckin major problems  just tryin to post one deviation. It  will probably be posted twice, with a  different name, because of that. Either  dA is fixing shit again, or my fuckign  dial up is being an asshole. I don't  know, I decided to put something here  though and that's the main reason for  frustration right now.  Hmmm.....well...later... ]]></description>
                <author>~Paramnesiac</author>
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