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                <title>Dirty Realism</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 01 Dec 2007 13:35:32 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ so take me from the valley<br />
of the shadow of death<br />
and I'll lie in green pastures<br />
'til you carry me home<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~comeau</author>
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                <title>Living</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 11 Nov 2007 20:36:04 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ when every road to your home seems like another walk down the green mile<br />
when everything you create seems like a carbon copy of all that you've been exposed to<br />
when there's no better way to grow up than to act like you already have<br />
when you're all out of patience and your girl just left and you're workin' all night just to keep up<br />
when you're searchin' for something but you don't know who, where, or what<br />
but you know that you just haven't found it yet<br />
and life's creepin' up on you, inch by inch, day by day<br />
and those letters you've been receiving don't have that much to say<br />
you're asking, why? why's it gotta be this way? what am I doing here? why do I have to go out every Saturday night runnin' from something that's not even there?<br />
and your written word's missin' a certain verb that would tell you just what to do<br />
but it's hard to concentrate in this intoxicated view<br />
and your banjo strings are always outta tune<br />
and every night you're up late croonin' under the blue moon<br />
you might as well just up and leave, head on down to Tennessee<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~comeau</author>
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                <title>Freight Train</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 08 Oct 2007 12:53:34 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ there's trouble on the train and there's pancakes on the table and there's love in the forest and nobody's shootin Abel there's coffee in the cup and my hair got cut and everyone's goin' up but the rain's comin down like it's supposed to do<br />
<br />
<br />
and I just want to read Kerouac all day but I have to learn how to live<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~comeau</author>
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                <title>Ideas</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 23 Sep 2007 17:26:19 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Whatever you think, whatever you believe, whatever you know to be true - it's all just ideas. It won't affect the nature of reality and it won't affect your neighbour. Anything put to debate is not a constant, and we're all ignorant. There's no need to be angry in the face of conjectural decisions; such a state would lead nowhere. Everybody's right in their own eyes, so maybe there's something to what they have. The only way is to love and listen, you might find out a thing or two. But then again, this is just an idea.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~comeau</author>
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                <title>I Ain't Broke, But I'm Badly Bent</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 06 Sep 2007 16:59:36 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ when in doubt, cook.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~comeau</author>
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                <title>Mathematics</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 31 Aug 2007 20:29:25 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <b>Let no one unacquainted with geometry read here.</b><br />
<br />
"From the Platonic perspective, the fundamentals of existence are the archetypal Ideas, which constitute the intangible substrate of all that is tangible. The true structure of the world is revealed not by the senses, but by the intellect, which in its highest state has direct access to the Ideas governing reality. All knowledge presupposes the existence of the Ideas. The archetypal realm, far from being an unreal abstraction or imaginary metaphor for the concrete world, is here considered to be the very basis of reality, that which determines its order and renders it knowable. To this end, Plato declared direct experience of the transcendent Ideas to be the philosopher's primary goal and ultimate destination."<br />
<br />
- Richard Tarnas, <i>The Passion of the Western Mind</i><br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~comeau</author>
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                <title>Goodbye</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 13 Aug 2007 20:05:21 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm ready for another year.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~comeau</author>
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                <title>On The Road</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 31 Jul 2007 17:58:32 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ we all have our problems;<br />
mopin' about 'em doesn't make them any better.<br />
cheer up, old pal. read a book and mull it over.<br />
<br />
<br />
(and I'm back, back on the road)<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~comeau</author>
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                <title>It's Been A While</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 11 Jun 2007 00:35:34 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I can't believe it's already June - been restin' on my laurels, and my heart's been too.  I've been feelin' kinda bluesy lately, but life's good.  Soon as the school year is done, everything will be better.  Words aren't a great form of communication - as soon as you say them, they distort what you're trying to get across.  So I'll leave it at this; I'm not content, but I'm happy.  Yeah, that sounds about right.  Though I suppose if I could write everything I'm thinking here, then you, the reader, would understand a little more.<br />
<br />
Well I guess I can elaborate a little more.  I'm done.  You know who you are, everyone else probably does as well.  I'm happy for us.  I'm still writing about you.  Look for it in the mail.  Don't worry, it's a good thing this time.  This happened a while ago, I just haven't gotten around to telling anyone.  Oh, and that's not the only reason I'm feeling free.<br />
<br />
I can't wait to get off work and see my baby.<br />
- Comeau<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Major Events of 2006</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 06 Jan 2007 18:28:18 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ The following was published on the front page of the National Post on Saturday, December 30th, 2006.  It was accompanied by a comical drawing for each caption.<br />
<br />
<b>A-Z 2006</b><br />
<br />
A is for Ahmadinejad, Iranian crank<br />
B is for Borat, all the way to the bank<br />
C is for Cheney, HE'S GOT A GUN!<br />
D is for Decider, George Bush says he's one<br />
E is for the Environment, which Al Gore will save<br />
F is for Fidel, with one foot in the grave<br />
G is for Gels, forbidden in flight<br />
H is for Hezbollah, looking for a fight<br />
I is for Income Trust, some people got mad<br />
J is for Jyllands Posten, it almost started a jihad<br />
K is for Kim, and the nuke that he tested<br />
L is for Litvinenko, and the food he ingested<br />
M is for Mel, who rants about Jews<br />
N is for "N" Word, Kramer blew a fuse<br />
O is for Obama, for whom people voted<br />
P is for Planet, Pluto was demoted<br />
Q is for Quit, Zaccardelli retired<br />
R is for Rumsfeld, who finally got fired<br />
S is for Stephane, new Liberal leader<br />
T is for Tour de France, was Landis a cheater?<br />
U is for UN, Kofi reflected<br />
V is for Victory, Harper was elected<br />
W is for War, in Iraq, it's quite murky<br />
X is for XVI, Pope Benedict, in Turkey<br />
Y is for Youtube, worth lots of bread<br />
Z is for Zidane, using his head<br />
<br />
<br />
and there you have it, a brief overview of some major events of 2006.  Remember, I did not write these.  Enjoy.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~comeau</author>
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                <title>Reflection on 2006</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 30 Dec 2006 19:32:04 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Hello,<br />
<br />
It seems another year has come to a close - I've decided to write about my year, partially so I can look back.  It's been a long year, I've gone through many changes, and I leave this year a whole different person.  To mention a few major happenings of my year...<br />
<br />
<br />
...I entered the year doing what I love, and chasing what I needed least.  I fell dangerously in love, then fell out, to say the least.  I became selfish, short-sighted, arrogant, ignorant, and everything else I have begun to hate.  I delved into the underside of the world, became addicted to my shallow excuse, then was forced to take a look at myself by a man with confused intentions.  I found a hero of which to blame my problems on, then found him as an inspiration to change.  I retreated into my basement and spent a while contemplating life, reading, writing, and recording.  I went to the east coast for a while, rid myself of old habits, snapped back to reality, got really angry, and began to study that which is necessary.  I started to sort out my priorities, and further sank into myself.  I hurt someone to which I've never fixed relations with.  I said hello at a mall, changed my mind outside the school, and found myself with a new agenda and new friends.  I stumbled upon a book which showed me truth, threw me in tune with religion, and showed me past hurtful tradition.  I got caught up in a joke and found someone special, and found truth in my new experiences.  I visited places and states of mind I had never been before, and I enjoyed them.  I visited an evil side of myself, and vowed to my lover to never let it free again.  I went in a full circle back to the start of the year, but arrived this time with all that I need.<br />
<br />
<br />
I've gotta say this was, if not a good year, a transforming year.  I finished my first album (demo), which feels good to be done, and I've developed my thoughts and goals quite extensively.  I've become more in tune with the world, started reading the paper, and have decided to do something worthwhile with my life.  I've increasingly heightened the bar of selfishness, criticized myself into the ground, and found motivation to my music.  I've discussed many a thing, and had way too many late or non-existent nights.  I've found a girl who I love.<br />
<br />
I would like to predict that next year will be filling out the holes in my philosophy, but i was wrong about that last year - though i feel something's different this year.  I feel my aspirations will stay the same, but my method of carrying them out will change as i continue to learn - after all, I've set myself up to do just that.<br />
<br />
I wish you all the best, may your year treat you well, and may you stay in good spirits if your year treats you badly.  Keep your stick on the ice.<br />
<br />
<br />
God bless,<br />
<br />
- Aaron Comeau<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Quarter</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 10 Dec 2006 16:06:02 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ wrote two new verses for <a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/44074786/">Quarter</a>, read them if you want.<br />
<br />
I also added a bunch of links to various pieces of information that'll help you understand the writing, if you don't get it.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~comeau</author>
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                <title>Ignorance</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 29 Nov 2006 17:06:26 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ 'scuse my ignorance.<br />
<br />
<br />
oh, and yours too.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~comeau</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 04 Nov 2006 17:49:59 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ my basement's getting lonely these days.  i need somebody to share it with.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~comeau</author>
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                <title>Communism</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 27 Oct 2006 21:51:50 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ The basic thought running through the Manifesto - that economic production and the structure of society of every historical epoch necessarily arising therefrom constitute the foundation for the political and intellectual history of that epoch; that consequently (ever since the dissolution of the primeval communal ownership of land) all history has been a history of class struggles, of struggles between exploited and exploiting, between dominated and dominating classes at various stages of social development; that this truggle, however, has now reached a stage where the exploited and oppressed class (the proletariat) can no longer emancipate itself from the class which exploits and oppresses it (the bourgeoisie), without at the same time for ever freeing the whole of society from exploitation, oppression and class struggles - this basic thought belongs solely and exclusively to Marx.<br />
<br />
- Frederick Engels, <i>The Communist Manifesto (preface to the German Edition of 1883)</i><br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~comeau</author>
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                <title>Is There Still An Angel</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 16 Oct 2006 16:35:08 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Something in your dance will always move me<br />
Something in your smile which breaks me down<br />
Something in your touch which speaks of danger<br />
In shadows on the other side of town<br />
<br />
Sunlight in the wilderness of heartache<br />
Laughter in the desert of despair<br />
Island in the ocean of my sorrow<br />
Watch for me you know that I'll be there<br />
<br />
Rainbows for the missles of Utopia<br />
Roses for the monks of Hindustan<br />
Kisses for your wisdom in half-light<br />
Build another daydream if you can<br />
<br />
Come to me in choirs of soft chrysanthemums<br />
Comfort me in plagues of blood and dust<br />
Hold me til the skies have fallen down again<br />
Is there still an angel I can trust?<br />
<br />
- David Greenald<br />
<br />
<a href="http://www.myspace.com/badlyhorsedrawnboy">[link]</a> (<i>band, above song</i>)<br />
<a href="http://www.myspace.com/davidgreenald2">[link]</a> (<i>solo</i>)<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~comeau</author>
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                <title>Year of tha Boomerang</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 02 Oct 2006 14:30:36 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ The sistas are in<br />
so check the front line<br />
seems I spent the 80's in the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Haiti">Haiti</a> state of mind<br />
cast me into classes for electro shock<br />
straight incarcerated, the curriculum's a cell block<br />
i'm swimmin' in half truths<br />
and it makes me wanna spit<br />
instructor come seperate the healthy from the sick<br />
ya weigh me on the scale<br />
i'm smellin' burnt skin<br />
it's dark now in <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dachau_concentration_camp">Dachau</a> and i'm screamin from within<br />
'cause i'm cell locked in the doctrines of the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Right_wing">right</a><br />
enslaved by dogma<br />
talk about my birthrights<br />
yet at every turn i'm running into hell's gates<br />
so I grip the cannon like <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Frantz_Fanon">Fanon</a> and pass the shells to my classmates<br />
aww, power to the people, yeah, yeah<br />
the bosses right to live is mine to die<br />
so i'm goin' out heavy sorta like <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mount_Tai">Mount Tai</a><br />
wit' tha five centuries of penitentiary<br />
so let the guilty hang<br />
in the year of tha boomerang<br />
<br />
- <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zack_de_la_rocha">Zack de la Rocha</a><br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~comeau</author>
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                <title>Little Room</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 25 Sep 2006 16:37:23 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ well you're in your little room<br />
and you're working on something good<br />
but if it's really good<br />
you're gonna need a bigger room<br />
and when you're in the bigger room<br />
you might not know what to do<br />
you might have to think of<br />
how you got started<br />
sittin' in your little room<br />
<br />
dada dada dada daa dada dadaa daa<br />
yada daa dada dada daa<br />
yaa dada dada<br />
naai nada dada dada<br />
yaai nada dada daa<br />
idada idada ee dada edada<br />
naai uda deda<br />
yui dada eda dadaaa dada deda<br />
o dada eda<br />
dadeyi dada dada yada<br />
aaa ada a a ya<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~comeau</author>
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                <title>Declaration of War</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 10 Sep 2006 18:56:04 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Dear Readers,<br />
<br />
This document hereby declares the authorization of mental terror and military force to be used by Aaron Comeau and all affiliates against the following companies/corporations:<br />
<br />
- Abercrombie & Fitch<br />
- Hollister<br />
- American Eagle<br />
- H & M<br />
<br />
The preceding stores are guilty of fueling and co-creating an age of selfish and materialistic youth, for poisoning the minds of teenagers and people in their 20's, for overcharging on basic clothing, for creating a culture of overtly sexual youth, and for marketing and mass-producing individual cultural icons such as, and predominantly, ripped clothes (mainly jeans).<br />
<br />
Abercrombie & Fitch and Hollister is the main target of this offensive (Hollister is owned by A & F).  American Eagle is next on the list.  H & M isn't quite as bad, but due to cultural connections (though unintended) they're along for the ride.<br />
<br />
I hereby encourage you to do the world a favour and not support this harmful and selfish culture.<br />
<br />
<br />
<i>Written and edited by Comeau, approved by Callan and Comeau.</i><br />
<br />
<br />
-----------------------------<br />
<br />
<br />
Any of you who would like to join my cause, contact me with any suggestions, to notify me of your support, or any other reason you see fit. ]]></description>
                <author>~comeau</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 03 Sep 2006 23:53:38 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm just another sucker on the vine. ]]></description>
                <author>~comeau</author>
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                <title>I Support</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 17 Oct 2006 18:10:48 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ my name is Aaron Comeau and i would like to state that:<br />
<br />
- i support democracy and the people's right to vote.<br />
- i am a democratic socialist.<br />
- i do not believe in political parties, because you can't decide on your opinion before you address the issue.<br />
- i support the Zapatista Army of National Liberation (<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/EZLN">EZLN</a>).<br />
- i am against <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/NAFTA">NAFTA</a>.<br />
- i believe native north & south americans have a right to the land they claim is theirs.<br />
- i support environmentalism to a point because we need this planet to live on.<br />
- i think the U.S. should lift the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States_embargo_against_Cuba">trade embargo</a> on Cuba and tolerate communism.<br />
- i believe that the U.S. should not run the world.<br />
- i am against large chain stores such as Wal-Mart which eliminate small invididually owned businesses.<br />
- i believe American Democracy is highly flawed, and i believe the Republican and Democratic parties aren't fit for the job (at the moment).<br />
- i believe the world has done a poor job handling the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_Nations_Security_Council_Resolution_1718">North Korea situation</a> (though i do not support North Korea).<br />
- i believe no country in the world should possess nuclear weapons.<br />
- i believe government should be <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Secularism">secularist</a> because religion should be followed, not forced.<br />
- i believe the war in Iraq was a poor choice on behalf of the United States.<br />
- i highly disapprove of PETA's actions, ideologies, arrogance, and ignorance.<br />
<br />
<br />
*the underlined words are links to various <a href="http://en.wikipedia.com/wiki/Main_Page">wikipedia</a> pages.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~comeau</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 31 Jul 2006 13:38:42 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ the world is my expense<br />
the cost of my desire<br />
Jesus blessed me with his future<br />
and i'll protect it with fire<br />
<br />
so raise your fists and march around, dont dare take what you need<br />
i'll jail and bury those committed, and smother the rest in greed<br />
crawl with me into tomorrow, or i'll drag you to your grave<br />
i'm deep inside your children, they'll betray you in my name<br />
<br />
(sleep now in the fire) ]]></description>
                <author>~comeau</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 18 Jun 2006 13:39:04 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ my biggest mistake was lovin' you too much<br />
and lettin' you know<br />
and now you've got me where you want<br />
and you won't let me go<br />
if my heart was made of glass<br />
you would surely see<br />
heartache and misery, girl<br />
you've been causin' me<br />
<br />
<br />
so baby don't you do it<br />
don't you break my heart<br />
please don't do it<br />
don't you break my heart ]]></description>
                <author>~comeau</author>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 03 Jun 2006 20:59:52 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i'm an alcoholic who's never had a drink. ]]></description>
                <author>~comeau</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 29 May 2006 17:21:03 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ the piano has been drinking (not me). ]]></description>
                <author>~comeau</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 09 May 2006 19:11:22 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ it's been awhile. ]]></description>
                <author>~comeau</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 08 May 2006 17:31:22 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ "The underdeveloped societies suffer from one set of diseases: tuberculosis, malnutrition, pneumonia, parasites, typhoid, cholera, typhus, etc.  Affluent America has virtually invented a whole new set of diseases: obesity, arteriosclerosis, heart disease, stroke, lung cancer, venereal disease, cirrhosis of the liver, drug addiction, alcoholism, divorce, battered children, suicide, and murder.  Take your choice.  Labour-saving machines have turned out to be body-killing devices.  Our affluence has allowed both mobility and isolation of the nuclear familiy, and as a result our divorce courts, our prisons, and our mental institutions are flooded.  In saving ourselves we have nearly lost ourselves."<br />
<br />
 ~ <i>Ralph Winter</i> ]]></description>
                <author>~comeau</author>
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                <title>Gone</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 02 May 2006 18:46:52 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ they're gone, all my poems but two.  their day has passed, and they're not needed anymore.  they had posed as nothing but a nuisance for a while now. ]]></description>
                <author>~comeau</author>
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                <title>Music</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 27 Apr 2006 19:56:26 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ hey, if you have a minute, check out my music at <a href="http://www.purevolume.com/comeau">[link]</a><br />
<br />
 ~ comeau ]]></description>
                <author>~comeau</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2006 22:39:25 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <b>How does the world see me?</b><br />
Love Hungry Man - AC/DC - <i>thats not good.</i><br />
<br />
<b>Will i have a happy life?</b><br />
Won't Get Fooled Again - The Who - <i>i'll have a hard life, but it'll be worth it. (then i'll get down on my knees and pray we dont get fooled again).</i><br />
<br />
<b>What do people really think of me?</b><br />
M'Lady - Sly and the Family Stone - <i>what's that supposed to mean?</i><br />
<br />
<b>Do people secretly lust after me?</b><br />
Teardrops Will Fall - Ry Cooder - <i>i'm too in love to care...</i><br />
<br />
<b>How can i make myself happy?</b><br />
The Happiest Days Of Our Lives - Pink Floyd - <i>thanks for the update, dumbass.  i want to know how, not when.</i><br />
<br />
<b>What should i do with my life?</b><br />
Jack Straw - The Grateful Dead - <i>share all you have, keep on moving, have fun, travel the world, finish what you start.  (we can share the women, we can share the wine).</i><br />
<br />
<b>Will I ever have children?</b><br />
A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall - Bob Dylan - <i>hey, bob dylan loves children.</i><br />
<br />
<b>What is some good advice for me?</b><br />
Ashes In The Fall - Rage Against The Machine - <i>the world isn't what it seems.  everything you hear could be lies, think about what your preacher tells you, your fellow human can be heartless and many people won't give a damn what they do to others (ain't it funny how the factory doors close round the time the school doors close).</i><br />
<br />
<b>What do i think my current theme song is?</b><br />
Live With Me - The Rolling Stones - <i>oh yeah.</i><img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/t/thumbsup.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":thumbsup:" title="Thumbs Up" /><br />
<br />
<b>What does everybody else think my current theme song is?</b><br />
C Jam Blues - Oscar Peterson - <i>a happy blues.  that seems about right.</i><br />
<br />
<b>What song will play at my funeral?</b><br />
Mess Around - Ray Charles - <i>everybody do the mess around! don't mourn about my death, be happy that i lived.</i><br />
<br />
<b>What type of men/women do you like?</b><br />
It's All Over Now, Baby Blue - Bob Dylan - <i>no comment.</i><br />
<br />
<b>What is my day going to be like?</b><br />
Hard Time Killing Floor Blues - Christ Thomas King (from O Brother, Where Art Thou?) - <i>tomorrow doesn't look so bright. (well you hear me singin' my lonesome song, these hard times can last so very long).</i><br />
<br />
<b>Why am i here?</b><br />
Espionage - Green Day - <i>to infiltrate political and military information centres and obtain secrets the government has been keeping from the public. *pause*  man.</i><br />
<br />
<b>What will people remember me for?</b><br />
One Love/People Get Ready - Bob Marley - <i>speaks for itself.  no, no it doesn't.  remember me for what you want to remember me for.</i><br />
<br />
<b>What song will get stuck in my head tomorrow?</b><br />
The Prettiest Thing - Norah Jones - <i>(lately i haven't been myself at all....i'm dreaming again, like i've always been, and way down low, i'm thinkin' of the prettiest thing...)</i><br />
<br />
<b>Are there people outside waiting to take me away?</b><br />
Great Dream From Heaven - Ry Cooder - <i>the lord'll come an' take me away one day, while i'm sittin' on an old rockin' chair on a porch in the sunlight on a country road, listening to the wind and the twang of my guitar, thinking about the love of my life who's sitting on the other side of the door, feelin' as though i've had a good life.</i><br />
<br />
<b>What will this year be all about?</b><br />
Neil Gow's Lament For The Death of His Second Wife - The Barra MacNeils - <i>you may not know it, or understand it, but this makes sense to me...</i><br />
<br />
----------------------------------------<br />
<br />
well, there ya have it.  hope i didn't bore you, seein' as most of this was translated into the same old thing i always write about, but that's okay, it deserves it ('scuse my distance).<br />
<br />
keep your stick on the ice.<br />
 ~ <i>Comeau</i> ]]></description>
                <author>~comeau</author>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 02 Apr 2006 22:03:49 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ you were right. (....no....no....NO) ]]></description>
                <author>~comeau</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 31 Mar 2006 23:05:09 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ just one kiss, and i'll be happy forever. ]]></description>
                <author>~comeau</author>
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                <title>Reggae Cover</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 29 Mar 2006 20:47:55 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ *<i>jamaican accent</i>*  If I had a million dollars, if I had a million dollars......<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
I'd buy a <b>BIG</b> spliff. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/w/weed.gif" width="20" height="19" alt=":weed:" title="This is your brain; This is drugs; This is your brain on drugs!" /><img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/i/imslow.gif" width="19" height="19" alt=":slow:" title="Slow" /> ]]></description>
                <author>~comeau</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 28 Mar 2006 19:04:41 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ it never rains when you want it to (humble me, lord)........ ]]></description>
                <author>~comeau</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 24 Mar 2006 00:30:16 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ so let me fall out of the window with confetti in my hair<br />
deal out jacks or better on a blanket by the stairs<br />
i'll tell you all my secrets but i'll lie about my past<br />
so send me off to bed forever more.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
i can't write, but i still feel. ]]></description>
                <author>~comeau</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 14 Mar 2006 19:52:36 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ ooo-aah, is it just a waste of time?<br />
<br />
<br />
...some hand in hand<br />
and some gathered together in bands.<br />
the bleeding hearts and artists<br />
make their stand...<br />
<br />
<br />
ooo-aah, mother will she break my heart?<br />
<br />
<br />
....after all, it's not easy<br />
banging your heart against<br />
some mad bugger's wall. ]]></description>
                <author>~comeau</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 07 Mar 2006 17:32:32 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ cut my hair, put on some jeans<br />
said goodbye to my burned out dream<br />
shot my thoughts, but they've been dead all along<br />
finally found the courage to sing the song<br />
<br />
 ~ comeau ]]></description>
                <author>~comeau</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 20 Feb 2006 17:53:04 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ ah, it's a new day, a wonderful day to begin.  thank you all, you know who you are.<br />
<br />
<br />
everybody smash up your seats, and rock to this brand new beat!<br />
~ comeau ]]></description>
                <author>~comeau</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 14 Feb 2006 18:51:55 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ valentines day, and i dont know what to say (to you).<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
(<i>...i'll find a way<i>)</i></i> ]]></description>
                <author>~comeau</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 21 Jan 2006 13:50:03 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i was going to write an opera about you<br />
<br />
<br />
(but it's not done writing itself) ]]></description>
                <author>~comeau</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 15 Jan 2006 17:31:47 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i couldn't think what to write.  so many things to say....but i've finally found how i feel, thanks to mr. tom waits.<br />
<br />
<br />
is it the crack of the pool balls, neon buzzin'?<br />
telephone's ringin'; it's your second cousin<br />
and the barmaid is smilin' from the corner of her eye<br />
magic of the melancholy tear in your eye<br />
<br />
makes it kind of special down in the core<br />
and you're dreamin' of them saturdays that came before<br />
it's found you stumblin'<br />
stumblin' onto the heart of saturday night<br />
and you're stumblin'<br />
stumblin' onto the heart of saturday night ]]></description>
                <author>~comeau</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 05 Jan 2006 20:41:35 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ with this mic device i spit nonfiction<br />
who got the power this be my question<br />
the mass of the few in this torn nation?<br />
the priest, the book, or the congregation?<br />
the politricks who rob and hold down your zone?<br />
or those who give the thieves the key to their homes?<br />
the pig who's free to murder one shucklak<br />
or survivors who make a move and murder one back? ]]></description>
                <author>~comeau</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 01 Jan 2006 17:44:52 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ hmm.  1000 pageviews.  that's interesting. ]]></description>
                <author>~comeau</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 31 Dec 2005 13:38:36 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ well, here it is.  last recorded words of me in the year 2005.<br />
<br />
now, i'm a man of few words, so here they are.  this year has been quite an interesting one, i must say.  from complications at bowmore, to musical escapades, to adventures in the summer, to finding a new place and new friends, i think this has been one of the best years of my life.  i can't really find words to describe it, but for now, it can be summed up by the Steely Dan tune 'My Old School'.  That's pretty much how I feel inside about this past year.<br />
fare ye well everybody, see you in 2006.<br />
<br />
i'm never goin' back to my old school.<br />
 ~ comeau ]]></description>
                <author>~comeau</author>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 23 Dec 2005 21:34:21 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I know you're out there....I can feel you now.  I know that you're afraid.  You're afraid of us, you're afraid of change....I don't know the future....I didn't come here to tell you how this is going to end, I came here to tell you how this is going to begin.  Now, I'm going to hang up this phone and show these people what you don't want them to see.  I'm going to show them a world without you....a world without rules and controls, without borders and boundaries.  A world....<i>where anything is possible.</i><br />
<br />
 ~ Neo, <i>The Matrix</i> ]]></description>
                <author>~comeau</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 14 Dec 2005 19:49:50 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <b><br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
</b><br />
blue, blue windows behind the stars<br />
yellow moon on the rise<br />
big birds flying across the sky<br />
throwing shadows on our eyes<br />
<br />
leave us<br />
helpless, helpless, helpless<br />
baby can you hear me now?<br />
the chains are locked and tied across the door<br />
baby, sing with me somehow<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
baby, sing with me somehow..........<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<b></b> ]]></description>
                <author>~comeau</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 09 Nov 2005 18:52:36 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ its been a while since i wrote something really meaningful.  all these, rhyming, rhyming, rhyming words just won't get out of my head.  i've strapped myself down with years of practise and now i can't get out.  throwin' around words like they're just marks made by a pen.  boundaries man....they're not supposed to exist in poetry.  but it's all part of perfection.  i just can't get away.  simple little things that don't matter bug the hell out of me.  when there's a way it's gotta be, don't feel right if it ain't.  but there are some things you just can't control.  and frustration ain't the pleasantest part of imperfection.  but y'know, sometimes you just gotta realize that you have to let it be.  what happened can't be undone, so you might as well go with it and make the best of it (however, in some instances, you must act upon it to the best of your ability).<br />
<br />
i shall be released.<br />
 ~ comeau ]]></description>
                <author>~comeau</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 25 Oct 2005 14:48:18 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ today afterschool wasn't going so well.  but then, i had a walk with my friends, bought a cup of tea, took a ride on the subway, heard some cool music cause the steel drum guy was at main station, bought a Street News newspaper, and now i'm home with a ginger ale and some chips watching friends.  what a great way to end the day.<br />
<br />
<br />
 everythings gonna be alright.<br />
   ~ comeau ]]></description>
                <author>~comeau</author>
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                <title>Futurama and Cereal</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 23 Oct 2005 21:19:27 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ t'aint nothin better than futurama and cereal at midnight to cheer yaself up.<br />
<br />
<br />
  i'm lonely (but i ain't that lonely yet)<br />
     ~ comeau ]]></description>
                <author>~comeau</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 07 Oct 2005 20:44:17 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i'm feeling weird right now.<br />
<br />
where are we going in life? what are we working for? to make a living, to buy more possesions? or are we being judged by some higher force looking down on us?<br />
<br />
to truly understand something you must look under its cover.  something that seems perfectly good may be bad if you really think about it.  and if something that's deemed bad happens, maybe it was meant to happen and had an effect on the greater good.  you can justify anything with that.  but then how do you make decisions? you can let things be, but what if you were meant to do something, decided to let things be, and fucked everything up? however, things might not be as fucked up as you think.  there really is no answer to what you should do.  so you just gotta go with whatever you happen to do.  and if you can't decide, maybe that was supposed to happen.  how can you do anything without the thought that maybe you fucked everything up? the truth is, you can't.  i do hope that i find a way out of this.  and if there isn't a way out? i don't know.  if i'm not supposed to find the way out?  is your life predetermined, or do you decide everything you do? questions, questions, questions........(answers? hello?) ]]></description>
                <author>~comeau</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 02 Oct 2005 16:51:20 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ there's something very peaceful about sitting by a small lake in the country in the night, looking into the sky at the stars above, and having it feel like you're in the middle of a painting. ]]></description>
                <author>~comeau</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 23 Sep 2005 19:55:45 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ your mind is a universe, and you are God. ]]></description>
                <author>~comeau</author>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 20 Sep 2005 18:20:13 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i've come to a conclusion that i come to conclusions too fast. ]]></description>
                <author>~comeau</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 17 Aug 2005 21:57:50 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ don't plant the seed<br />
if you don't want yourself a plant<br />
don't push<br />
if you're not prepared to shove<br />
don't fight<br />
if you're not ready to die<br />
don't provoke<br />
if you can't handle a reaction<br />
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treat others how you wish to be treated. ]]></description>
                <author>~comeau</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 06 Aug 2005 01:57:15 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i'm sitting here, 4:40 am, the last one on msn.  tonight has been an eventful night.  i've made peace with two friends who i love very much, and written two poems.  and i've done quite a lot of thinking about the year of grade 8, one i will never forget.  to everybody out there who was my friend in grade 8, i love you, and whoever you are, i know you've changed my life in some way, and thank you for that.  if you are one of those people reading this, read my poem "no woman no cry", which is a bob marley tune with different lyrics written by me about the year.<br />
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  thank you callan, marhlee, solomon, frani, kimmy, emily, jake, mikki, evan, chris, skye, louis, sachiko, kay, erica, nate, lizzie, lauren, topaz, and anybody else i've forgotten.  thank you, and i love you all.  i must remind you it's almost 5am, and i didn't have much food yesterday, so if i missed you just tell me and i'll add you to the list.<br />
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  i feel as if i've entered a new chapter in my life.  i've learned a lot, become a whole new person, had ups and downs, but survived through it all a better person.  i feel happy entering this new chapter, and hope it is as eventful as the previous one.  my life is much different now, and i'm looking forward to continuing on.  and in this great future, i won't forget my past.  and i do believe that everything's gonna be alright.<br />
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  ~ comeau ]]></description>
                <author>~comeau</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 05 Aug 2005 00:37:41 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ alright, this is a longer version of my previous journal entry, and this just popped up right before i was about to leave.  dont ask me why.  enjoy:<br />
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  i'm sitting here in my basement....my lair....my home....my chamber.  listening to audioslave.  in a mood for it.  it makes you more agreeable for some reason.<br />
<br />
  i'm talking to emily about her plan to lose 10 pounds.  she weighs 111.  she's trying to only eat 300 calories a day to lose the weight really fast.  which is not the right way to go about it.  with my persuasion to eat (i think), she now eats 800 calories every other day, which still isn't enough.  i've worried myself sick over her, but yet she seems to not budge.  i'm not gonna delve deeper into it, for i don't want to say anymore.<br />
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  well, this believing thing is going a long way.  many a thing have come true when i just believed it would happen.  however i have been having trouble with the emily issue.  but other than that, things are going well overall.  i reached the semi-finals in the poetry competition for $1000.  i have fully taken over the basement of my house.  my guitar work is going really well.  had a safe plane flight.  simple small things that just pop up every so often.  you may say those things are just a matter of working hard, but i really can't care less what you think at this moment in time, whoever you are.  many other things have happened in the past that i just set my mind to:  getting 4 weeks of homework done in 5 hours, several crushes this way and that, waking up wanting to stay home and my parents came down and asked if i wanted to stay home, missing the quebec trip and spending the money on recording equipment, recovering from mono at the exact right time.<br />
<br />
  i have managed to shake a pile of books with my mind.  step 1 complete.  and don't tell me i fuckin didn't, because i don't care at all whether you believe me or not.<br />
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  things have been weird lately.  very weird.  i'm seeing the future.  i remember things from dreams, then think about them through the day, then suddenly they pop up in the day.  and i have been experiencing deja vu at least 3 or 4 times every day for some time now.  i can play tricks on myself with my eyes.  i can invert things to different ways and still see it that way.  i can move and shake things so i just see it do it, but it still moves in my vision, im not just imagining it in my mind.  theres a difference.<br />
<br />
  my mind is different.  it's changing all the time.  i'm a slave to what i feel.  i come up with metaphors to everything i hear  that can be made into a metaphor.  without thinking about it.  it just pops into my head.  but i can't abuse it.  it's a weird thing.  i can't know that i'm gonna come up with a metaphor before it pops into my head, otherwise one won't.  its like sneaking up on a sleeping creature to kill it.  if it knew i was there, it would a hell of a lot harder to kill it than it being asleep.<br />
<br />
  believe.  just believe.  thats all you need to do.  but its like the metaphors, you can't abuse it.  so just believe. ]]></description>
                <author>~comeau</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 04 Aug 2005 23:43:32 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ alright, im tired, and mad, and im gonna say this simply and fast, because i wrote something long and my computer screwed up and i lost it.<br />
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  i've been worrying about emily and her not eating.  things are starting to get really weird lately.  i've been coming up with crazy metaphors a lot of times every day.  i've been having deja vu at least 3 or 4 times a day.  i've seen things in dreams, thought about them through the day, then they just pop up.  things have been happening just as i have believed they would happen.  i shook a pile of books with my mind.  i can invert things and move them with my mind, but only i can see it, and its not just imagined, theres a difference.  friends are drifting apart little by little.  believe. ]]></description>
                <author>~comeau</author>
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                <title>Poverty: Do People Really Know How Bad It Is?</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 02 Jul 2005 22:09:21 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Hey everybody,<br />
<br />
     This is my first journal entry.  Wow, I've only been a member for 5 days and I've already written comments on 62 Deviations <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/r/razz.gif" width="15" height="15" alt="=p" title="=p (Razz)" />  (43 of them today <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/r/razz.gif" width="15" height="15" alt="=p" title="=p (Razz)" />).  Anyways, Live8 was today, so I've had the TV on all day (which i never usually do because TV is evil).  I'm glad that people are raising awareness about the poverty problem, because I feel really bad letting those people die over in Africa, but i'm trying to do things to help them.<br />
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     There's something I'd wish to discuss here.  A TV ad today brought me upon it.  50,000 people die every day from poverty.  If 50,000 people died in one day in the U.S or Canada, there would be huge efforts from the government and all the citizens to try and help the people.<br />
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     Take for instance, the Twin Towers attack.  What was it, around 3000 or 4000 people that died? Anyways, the news was all over that, and people were sending in aid, and all that shit.  This happens 15 (yes, i calculated it) times every day over in Africa, yet it's not all over the news, and the majority of the population here isn't helping.  However, the Twin Towers attack did involve several buildings being destroyed, but you can't put a price on human life, so you decide if the attack was equal to 50,000 people dying.<br />
<br />
     Another example, the Tsunami disaster.  That happened suddenly, and the death count over 5 days - a week (not sure) was around 150,000 people.  People were rushing in aid, money, supplies, and going over there to help, and it was all over the news.  People were talking about it at work, at school, and on the street.  Yet in those 5 to 7 days where 150,000 people died there, 250,000 - 350,000 people died from poverty and that was on nobody's mind!<br />
<br />
     I'm not saying that helping all those people in those big disasters was bad, I'm just saying that we are experiencing those very same disasters every single day, yet the amount of people helping is much lower than what it was on those disasters.  Yes, there are a lot of people helping, but not as many as I think could.  I'm extremely glad Live8 is going on (as i said before), as it will raise awareness greatly about it, and help drop the debt on those countries.  And to everybody who's reading this, I urge you to get off your ass and help them out somehow!<br />
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     I liked what Raine Maidi of Our Lady Peace said today at Live8.  He was being interviewed, and he said something along the lines of "I want my children in the future to say to me 'was there really poverty back then?' ".  We wanna make poverty history.  We'll do to poverty what we did to segregation.  Refuse to live in a world that has it, refuse to let poverty exist.  Do everything we can to stop it, and eventually people will be wondering what it would've been like living with poverty in the world.  I long for a world like that.<br />
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     Well, I'm gonna end this here.  I hope my journal entry had some sort of effect on you, and i hope you've been inspired to do something about poverty.  If I have made any mistakes in any facts, please correct me, I am open to anything like that.  Please tell me what you think about this issue, I am open to discussion.<br />
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     I'd like to say a big thank you to Bob Geldof, who organized Live8.  You kick ass, man! (even though you will most likely never read this)<br />
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  In the words of Dr. Seuss, I said what I meant and I meant what I said.<br />
     ~ Comeau ]]></description>
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