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        <pubDate>Thu, 17 Dec 2009 11:29:52 PST</pubDate>        
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                <title>11.7</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 07 Nov 2009 10:30:28 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ We are all intertwined,<br />neighbors, as grapes on a great invisible vine<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Daddy.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 25 Oct 2008 23:14:47 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ It rained all day today.<br /> <br />I think the sky must have been crying for you.<br /><br />Mom says your in a better place,<br /><br />I wish I knew where this place is.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Sing with the birds, and fly with them too.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>8.19</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 19 Aug 2008 13:43:24 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ The days, they pass<br />The days, they pass<br /><br />Time plays games with your mind<br />The clock ticks fast<br /><br />The days, they pass<br />The days, they pass<br /><br />I'll never look back<br />I'll never look back.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>7.9</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 09 Jul 2008 11:47:37 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <b>I joined a club:</b><br /><br /><a href="http://retrorocket-club.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/r/e/retrorocket-club.gif" width="50" height="50" alt=":iconretrorocket-club:" title="retrorocket-club"/></a><br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>6.27</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 27 Jun 2008 16:07:50 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ It's one of those days where nothing seems right. It's not a matter of the events of my day, considering nothing of any solitude has occurred. It's just that nagging feeling that everything is just...wrong. The words I speak are wrong, my actions are wrong, my thoughts are wrong. My body is wrong, my hair is wrong, my face is wrong, my clothes are oh so wrong.  I'm just a fuck up...today that is. I hate being in this absolutely pessimistic mood, but I can't seem to ignore these negative thoughts. It's like even when I'm not thinking, this frustrated energy just grabs a hold of me. It makes me just want to pull my hair out, ya know? I need to find a way to rid of these feelings that pulsate throughout my body like the sting of radiation. Usually my art makes me happy - or at least it makes me feel like I can escape momentarily. But today. Today, it makes me sick to my stomach because I'm just not impressed.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>4.17</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 17 Apr 2008 15:34:15 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ On days such as this I really miss taking pictures.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I need a new camera!!!!!!!!!!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Her Fantasy</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 03 Mar 2008 17:15:48 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ sinking deeper into her glorious abyss<br />moving closer, yet falling behind<br />forever afraid<br />missing out on her time to shine<br />wandering aimlessly<br />searching, but never finds<br />meaning or purpose<br />her dream is lost<br />along with her soul<br />unreachable desires<br />unwilling to look in the mirror<br />and see her reality<br />she hides inside<br />her fantasy alive<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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