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        <pubDate>Tue, 05 Jan 2010 16:57:14 PST</pubDate>        
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                <title>sucks</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 07 Jun 2007 23:53:45 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ DA sucks, no one ever seems to give a shit about new art, and only a select few are highly adored. blehhhh.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~anotherbricknthewall</author>
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                <title>update! update! update!</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 08 Mar 2007 22:29:03 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i haven't updated since october, you motherfuckers.<br />
<br />
so love on my new art. there is way better shit to come when i get my portfolio back from OTIS.<br />
<br />
burn bitch burn,<br />
<br />
emily<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~anotherbricknthewall</author>
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                <title>STEVIE FUCKING WONDER</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 27 Dec 2006 17:14:53 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I am currently obsessed with the Stevie Wonder song "Superstition". I am listening to it constantly, and it is incredible.<br />
<br />
<br />
Very superstitious, writing's on the wall <br />
Very superstitious, ladders bout' to fall <br />
Thirteen month old baby, broke the lookin' glass <br />
Seven years of bad luck, the good things in your past <br />
<br />
When you believe in things that you don't understand <br />
Then you suffer <br />
Superstition ain't the way <br />
<br />
Very superstitious, wash your face and hands <br />
Rid me of the problem, do all that you can <br />
Keep me in a daydream, keep me goin' strong <br />
You don't wanna save me, sad is my song <br />
<br />
When you believe in things that you don't understand <br />
Then you suffer <br />
Superstition ain't the way, yeh, yeh <br />
<br />
Very superstitious, nothin' more to say <br />
Very superstitious, the devil's on his way <br />
Thirteen month old baby, broke the lookin' glass <br />
Seven years of bad luck, good things in your past <br />
<br />
When you believe in things that you don't understand <br />
Then you suffer <br />
Superstition ain't the way, no, no, no<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~anotherbricknthewall</author>
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                <title>the following is a true statement:</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 19 Sep 2006 22:53:59 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I SMELL. ]]></description>
                <author>~anotherbricknthewall</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 21 Jul 2006 23:57:55 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i need a muse. someone inspiring me. ]]></description>
                <author>~anotherbricknthewall</author>
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                <title>my life</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 09 Jun 2006 12:41:13 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i'm so bored, i'm drinking bleach. i'm so bored, i'm drinking bleach.<br />
<br />
don't you wanna hang with the bleach boys, baby? ]]></description>
                <author>~anotherbricknthewall</author>
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                <title>father of a boy named sue</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 30 Nov 2005 16:36:09 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ just a different perspective of the same story...<br />
<br />
Yeah, I lef' home when the kid was three. <br />
It sure felt good to be fancy free<br />
Tho I knew it wasn't quite the fatherly thing to do. <br />
But that kid kept screamin' and throwin' up<br />
And pissin' in his pants til I had enough<br />
So just for revenge I went and named him Sue. <br />
<br />
It was Gatlinberg in mid July<br />
I was gettin' drunk but gettin' by<br />
Gettin' old and going from bad to worse<br />
When thru the door with an awful scream<br />
Comes the ugliest queen I've ever seen<br />
He says my name is Sue. How do you do? <br />
Then he hits me with his purse. <br />
<br />
Now this ain't the way he tells the tale<br />
But he scratched my face with his fingernails<br />
And then he bit my thumb <br />
and kicked me with his high-heeled shoe. <br />
So I hit him in the nose, and he started to cry<br />
And he threw some perfume in my eye<br />
And it sure ain't easy fightin with a boy named Sue. <br />
<br />
So I hit him in the head with a caned-back chair<br />
And he screamed, "Hey Dad, you mussed my hair!" <br />
And he hit me in the navel and knocked out a piece of my lint. <br />
He was spittin' blood. I was spittin teeth. <br />
And we crashed through the wall and out into the street<br />
A-kickin and gougin' in the mud and the blood and the creme de menth. <br />
<br />
Then out of his garter he pulls a gun. <br />
I'm about to get shot by my very own son. <br />
He's screamin' about Sigmond Freud and lookin' grim. <br />
So I thought fast and I told him some stuff <br />
How I named him Sue just to make him tough. <br />
And I guess he bought it, cuz now I'm livin' with him. <br />
Yeah, he cooks and sews and cleans up the place.  <br />
He cuts my hair and shaves my face. <br />
And irons my shirts better than a daughter could do. <br />
And on the nights that I can't score, <br />
Well, I can't tell you any more. <br />
Sure is a joy to have a boy named Sue.<br />
Yeah, a son is fun, <br />
But it's a joy to have a boy named Sue.<br />
<br />
by: Shel Silverstein ]]></description>
                <author>~anotherbricknthewall</author>
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                <title>SUBLIME</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 28 Nov 2005 23:01:00 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i am so ridiculously in love with sublime right now. it's obscene. i can't help it though. it's brilliant. love=sublime. sublime=love.<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/h/heart.gif" width="15" height="13" alt=":heart:" title="Heart" /><br />
<br />
<b>Current Music: Bad Fish-Sublime</b> ]]></description>
                <author>~anotherbricknthewall</author>
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                <title>no-risk guarantee.</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 28 Oct 2005 17:04:25 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ there is a realization of an undescribable hollowness that appears at different periods in a lifetime. the feeling is loneliness, quite simply. it is the understanding that there is no where and no one to turn to, and you're left alone and awkward, trying to figure out how to emerge from the cave. no guiding light, everything you ever knew is erased from your soul, not even plausible. you then dive into the depths of your trachea, swimming around trying to find logic, or perhaps even sense, you pass the vital organs, but they have all been hollowed, and only the shell of them remains. the confusion becomes a lifestyle, external exsistence that is meaningless. alleviated on occassion through distractions of outward pleasures. and then you see that happiness can only be sought from other people and other things, not yourself nor your own creations. the pit begins to rapidly grow as new knowledge and understandings tear apart the nothing that was left. microscopic hopes that people will no longer dissapoint, or that for once expectations of a joyous day are possible. nothing will ever be good enough. such a concept is hard to conceive, yet it is a universal truth. it is the only logical answer to this adolescent wasteland in which we habitate, in which i find my dissatisfaction with all aspects of everything. the end. ]]></description>
                <author>~anotherbricknthewall</author>
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                <title>music to murder to</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 24 Oct 2005 08:43:35 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i just made the best cd.. it was for jorge. but i might keep it. i can't stop listening to it. it's badass. ]]></description>
                <author>~anotherbricknthewall</author>
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                <title>HOOOOOOKAH</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 25 Jun 2005 23:27:27 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ my advice to those who smoke the hookah, please do not follow in my example. when i smoke it. i smoke it like a goddamned crack WHORE. shit, i took too many hits tonight and i feel as though my head is about to separate from my body and go on a long adventure. but not in a good way.. in the slightest. i do not know why exactly i am writing a journal entry about this. but i am. and one of these days.. i may actually update this sonuvabitch.<br /><br />peace out. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/p/peace.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":peace:" title="Peace" /> ]]></description>
                <author>~anotherbricknthewall</author>
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                <title>very soon</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 19 May 2005 16:57:31 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i have this hunch that very soon i will  fall off my rocker. everything has been  extremely bazerk (sp?) and i cannot  seem to keep my mind sane. life is in  this state of really wonderful high's,  then fairly significant low's. i need  to ... i don't know what i need to do  actually. ]]></description>
                <author>~anotherbricknthewall</author>
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                <title>god fucking damnit</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 17 Mar 2005 17:46:57 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i was watching a clip and i thought it  was a real ghost thing .. like an EVP,  because that's what the deviant  description said, then it ended up as  one of those scary pop out monsters  where they scream really loudly.  ahhhhh, i'm such an idiot and now my  hearts-a-poundin'. gullllllible.<br />
<br />
ps- did anyone watch the new south park  last night?? it was amazing, cartman  had to get rid of 500,000 hippies  having a terrible hippie jam festival.  oh god, it was great. ]]></description>
                <author>~anotherbricknthewall</author>
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                <title>je ne sais pas</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 21 Feb 2005 19:33:33 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i don't really know where i'm going ]]></description>
                <author>~anotherbricknthewall</author>
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