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        <pubDate>Mon, 28 Dec 2009 02:31:42 PST</pubDate>        
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                <title>I found France</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 27 Mar 2005 05:49:22 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ hello everyone, janae if you are  reading this tell all the other peeps  to do so, I'm in Bordeaux at the  moment, last night I saw a frech ska  band and did the transatlantic skank,  but I slmoked too much hash or drank  too much wine on only 2 hours of sleep,  Paris was wonderful it smells great, I  learned that Notre Dam smells like  every other church on the planet and  the venus de mayo has ass clevage...I  miss you all hardcore, I cant get on LJ  but I'll try again soon, don't be  hating Mel said things are a little  crazy back there, tell paula I love her  and miss her<br />
au revoir guys ]]></description>
                <author>~Vicodin-something</author>
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                <title>another pointless poem</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 11 Nov 2004 20:13:12 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ The Drain<br />
we all know content means too bored to  be sad<br />
times like these i'm glad I don't own a  gun<br />
I know, but I can't help but fucking  myself in the head with unattainable  ideals<br />
cursed thought...there's no hope for  bliss in this skull<br />
just another whiny, angst-filled, fuck  up<br />
with his notebook and his camera<br />
thinking he has a chance to change the  world<br />
<br />
I know I can't change the world<br />
failed attempts make good stories<br />
told over over-priced coffee in sad  little cafés<br />
and bad acoustic songs<br />
and useless poems<br />
and vapid conversations<br />
and eyes that sing defeat, but forgot  long ago how to cry<br />
and the broken girls, with their  desperate smiles<br />
I think it's enough to make a career  out of downfall<br />
and to die happy with my sadness <br />
with my oh so cliché charcoal soul ]]></description>
                <author>~Vicodin-something</author>
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                <title>using the journal</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 04 Aug 2004 22:37:49 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I think I may actually start to use  this online journal to type out all the  shit I write in my real journal...maybe  then people will actually read my  writing instead of just looking at the  attached photo...anyway here goes:<br />
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Simplicity and Flow<br />
the essence of a calm night<br />
sometimes words left unsaid<br />
bare more meaning<br />
than vapid conversation<br />
tonight smells like the begining of an  end ]]></description>
                <author>~Vicodin-something</author>
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                <title>Yay new shit</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 15 Jul 2004 21:43:48 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Much thanx to sam my camera now works  with my computer...so expecty a  shitload of new photos within the next  week or so ]]></description>
                <author>~Vicodin-something</author>
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                <title>new Comp</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 02 Jul 2004 00:41:36 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I now have a new computer...and I'm  submitting back pics from my personal  stock.  I still can't get my camera to  upload to this computer...I think the  cable's fucked...I don't know... ]]></description>
                <author>~Vicodin-something</author>
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                <title>Downtime</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 16 May 2004 16:39:23 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Right now my computer is quite fucked  up...I fucked up the boot sector on my  hard drive...least to say I won't be  submitting anything from home for at  least a little while...although I have  been writing shitloads of  free-verse/prose/weird shit in my  journal while camping...I'll probably  be getting that to you people  soon...yeah<br />
-Fairwell ]]></description>
                <author>~Vicodin-something</author>
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                <title>Guatemala and American History</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 23 Mar 2004 17:18:36 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Yay...I wish I could write some  profound political poetry about this  little fact I learned in history...In  the early 50s the government of  Guatemala took US owned land in its own  country and ditributed it to peasants.   The CIA in turn trained a Guirilla army  and overthrew the president BECAUSE  they considered giving land to peasant  "communism".  What's wonderful about  it, instead of setting up a "democracy"  the CIA trained army set up a millitary  dictatorship.  off course you'll have  trouble looking this up <a href="http://www.cia.gov/cia/publications/factbook/geos/gt.html">the CIA  factpage </a> refers to it as "36 year  guirilla Warfare".  Well I read this in  my school history book...so I somewhat  trust it as credible  information...yeah, I hate america's  false sense of it's own justice...No  one remember the bad things about our  history... well that's me being pissed  off...so goes... ]]></description>
                <author>~Vicodin-something</author>
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                <title>Cult leader</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 05 Jan 2004 17:35:19 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I am going to start a cult for troubled  youth...a cult that will get things  done...work towards social change...I'm  sick of living in a society where  everyone is so numb towards everyone  else...  Most of us have mojor  emotional problems...I just don't see  why we hide them, no one ever tries to  solve them at all...Just take a pill  and wash it away...that's not a  solution it's a cover up...the problem  is still there you just treated the  side effect...its a fake smile...I do  it to myself too, it seems there is no  other way, we have to work towards a  solution...and it starts with compasion  and understanding towards all  people...we need to open up to  everyone, talk about your problems, we  need to start to change the way we  treat eachother...that's my plan...if  you find yourself with a serious issue  NO MATTER WHAT IT IS...contact  me...e-mail or MSN messenger...hell  send me a note and I'll give you my  phone number...just don't keep hiding  it...it's the worste thing you can do... ]]></description>
                <author>~Vicodin-something</author>
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                <title>boredom = Pain</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 20 Oct 2003 17:14:56 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ GOD DAMN IT!! I am soo bored, do you  really want to know how bored I am?? I  am watching Fight Club in french, I  barely know any french, I accidently  put it on in french when messing with  the surround options...Now I'm trying  to pretend to be entertained by it... I  ran out of friends to annoy, I have no  creative ideas to exploit.  Boredom  will kill you if you give it a gun,  trust me on this... Fairwell ]]></description>
                <author>~Vicodin-something</author>
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                <title>I'm a dancing queen</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 04 Oct 2003 22:36:25 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ today I went to the school's homecoming  dance... I was shakin my ass...I am a  fairy...if I were gay I would have too  many boyfriends to know what to do  with...ohh well. ]]></description>
                <author>~Vicodin-something</author>
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                <title>I get to complain about shitty rock bands!</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 27 Sep 2003 17:46:48 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Tonight I get to go to a shitty local  concertw/ P.A.W.N. Lead and Profane and  write about them in the school  newspaper.  This is going to be fun  because most of these bands are blown  waaaaaaaaaaaaayyyy out of proportion.  They're mediocre at best...nothing  original or creative about them. Well,  I already have half my article done...  I'll see you later. ]]></description>
                <author>~Vicodin-something</author>
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                <title>i'm going insane...</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 25 Sep 2003 19:57:27 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I think I'm truly going insane, I'm  about a week away from totally losing  it.  By october I'll be arguing with my  rice crispies about how farming  subsidies are killing African farmers  (everyone knows rice crispies are  Republican). I can't make sense of  anything anymore, all my friends are  going skitzo-suicidal,. And through it  all, I have to go to school and do  history study guides and learn to solve  a series of equations using 3x3  matrices (what the hell is the point of  pre-calculus?)<br />
<br />
<b>Why Shouldn't I freak out?</b><br />
<br />
<u>pointless</u><br />
What am I doing?, nothing can save the  world, Enjoy the trip down! Best  fireworks of all eternity... Tomorrow,  10 years, or 2 million; It's all goin  down in the end...Fire, Ice, Radiation  poisoning, doesn't matter, enjoy it  while its golden:<br />
Party hard, die young, no point in  reproduction, no hope in saving so many  souls, Fuck the Stone-hearted, Save  those dear to you, the ones that will  help you through your pain as you help  them in return, My philosophy. Too  emotionlessly logical for my own good,  this only works on paper, in theology.   Try and act what I say, good luck at  it, it'll only be just that, an act.<br />
<b>I envy the ignorant</b><br />
the simple people go on with their  lives; work a 9-5 job, a Marriage,  kids, soccer meets, house-warming  parties, good Morning America, Golf,  Oprah, Lucky Charms, Hamburger  Helper...all happy for the moment soon  to be brought to their timely doom,  never saw it coming, not for an instant  will they have contemplated an end to  it all. Me? I'm not distressed because  they aren't.  I don't worry because  it's not just likely to happen, it is  certain. ]]></description>
                <author>~Vicodin-something</author>
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