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                <title>tool</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 27 Jul 2006 19:48:48 PDT</pubDate>
                
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                <author>~dispiacere</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 27 Jul 2006 19:47:21 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Now part of a Deviantart community called TOOL-Band ]]></description>
                <author>~dispiacere</author>
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                <title>Away</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 17 Sep 2005 19:51:58 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Comments are greatly appreciated<br />
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    Its so hard, to know that after moving every couple years and after you have finally found a place and setteled down that you might have to start over again. I dont want to have to get used to a new school, or make new friends. My mom told my boyfriend that we probably wouldn't move, and in the car after dropping him off she said that might have to move. And last night I heard my dad talking to someone saying that he wants to move. It might be all the worrying and they are just talking about this stuff to calm them down but im still worried. I like my life, and my friends, and my school, and my enviroment. The worst thing of all is that the one person who I love more then anything, who is more dear to me then anyone else, would be left behind. The thought of this is killing me, but the most I can do is keep my hopes up make the best out of the time I have with him now. If this turns out to be nothing then great, but if not I want my love to remember me doing some of the better things with me. I felt so bad today, when the whole thing finally sinked into my love it looked like he was about to cry. I honestly dont know what to do, maybe thats because there is nothing I can do. If we do decide to move then im leaving my life behind and starting new, I will never forget my love and as long as I do that I will never want to be with anyone else and I will wait for him. I hope he does that same, but if he doesn't then I honestly can't blame him. But, there is always hope that I dont move and my life would continue. Everyone that reads this, pray for me and my life for if im torn away from everything I wont ever recover, I can garentee this. ]]></description>
                <author>~dispiacere</author>
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                <title>Bill The Landlord V2.0</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 05 Jul 2005 18:13:48 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ It was daylight when you woke up in your ditch. You looked up at your sky, then that made blue be your color. You had your knife there with you too. when you stood up there was goo all over your clothes. Your hands were sticky. You wiped them on your grass, so now your color was green. Oh Lord, why did everything always have to keep changing like this. You were already getting nervous again. Your head hurt and it rang when you stood up. Your head was almost empty. It always hurt when you woke up like this. You crawled out of your ditch onto your gravel road and began to walk, waiting for the rest of your mind to come back to you. You can see the car parked far down the road and you walked towards it. "If god is our father," you thought, "then Satan must be our cousin." Why didn't anyone else understand these important things? You got to your car and tried all the doors. They were locked. It was a red car and it was new. There was an expensive leather camera case laying on the seat. Out across your field, you could see two tiny people walking by your woods. You began to walk towards them. Now red was your color and, of course, those little people were yours too. ]]></description>
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                <title>Bill The Landlord</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 03 Jul 2005 12:26:17 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ The lyrics to the story go as follows: It was daylight when you woke up in your ditch. You looked up at your sky, then that made blue be your color. You had your knife there with you too. when you stood up there was goo all over your clothes. Your hands were sticky. You wiped them on your grass, so now your color was green. Oh Lord, why did everything always have to keep changing like this. You were already getting nervous again. Your head hurt and it rang when you stood up. Your head was almost empty. It always hurt when you woke up like this. You crawled out of your ditch onto your gravel road and began to walk, waiting for the rest of your mind to come back to you. You can see the car parked far down the road and you walked towards it. "If god is our father," you thought, "then Satan must be our cousin." Why didn't anyone else understand these important things? You got to your car and tried all the doors. They were locked. It was a red car and it was new. There was an expensive leather camera case laying on the seat. Out across your field, you could see two tiny people walking by your woods. You began to walk towards them. Now red was your color and, of course, those little people were yours too. ]]></description>
                <author>~dispiacere</author>
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                <title>Books</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 27 Jun 2005 00:14:59 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ What a wonderous thing it is to write a book. the feeling while reading a book is incredible, nothing that anyone can describe. It takes away any pain, and joy, every sense you have and manipulates it to what the creator wants it to be. Well, in that case, books are mind control. They tell us what to feel and think and what to believe and most of the  time we dont ever realise it. But the whole thing is that we choose to let the books take hold on us, we enjoy it. And what grandure is it to create a world accross time and space with you being god and dictating everything that happens. To simply speak a phrase and a being can live, or die. How wonderfull it would be to be able to write, I fear that my artwork shows you how it is, whle writers can have there main character be depicted in anyway the reader seems fit. I truley admire those who are writers, continue to create lives and worlds. ]]></description>
                <author>~dispiacere</author>
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                <title>Lost</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 01 Jun 2005 18:20:04 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Its hard for one to come to grips with  things sometimes, like for instance, I  believe I have clinical depression.  Because of it I am over sensative and  clingy, and because of that I am  driving away the first person who has  brought me happiness since my  grandmother has passed away. I am lost  on a conundrum about our relationship,  I can leave him and let him grow as a  person or I can stay with him and try  to improve myself. If I leave him he  will be happier immediatly, but I will  be alone again and my happiness gone.  But if he stays with me it will be  awhile till I am able to fix my  problems but I know I will be happier  and I am pretty sure he would be also.  It so hard for me to not have a  decision, because no healing whatsoever  can happen while in purgatory. Well,  thats all I can say on this subject, I  am lost. I am not sure what to do, I  guess I will just have to wait till  tomorrow(sleep on it and such) ]]></description>
                <author>~dispiacere</author>
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                <title>Self Centered Shit</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 10 Apr 2005 21:16:37 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Its getting harder every day, I go  through constant ups and downs in my  head everyday.  One minute I will be  content and happy and moments later I  would have decided that I would break  up with my boyfriend and moments later  I will realize that I love him and I  could never leave him. I can never be  satisfied with what I have, I always  seem to search for some downfall to  obbsess about. I dont know why I always  act like this, I feel like some drama  queen all the time acting like this. I  hate people who act this, and I hate  that I act like this. I dont know how  to change though, I can only see that I  am doing this when I reflect and I  naturally do it all the time. The only  thing I can do is hope that other  people dont hate me for this.<br />
Today was pretty boring, I got up and  did nothing but played some games. My  mother bought me a new computer game  and that has been loading since 5 pm.  Another thing I hate about myself is  how I whine about everything all the  time, like I expect people to fix my  problems. I dont have anything like my  last journal entry to write, just  complaining about my personal self  centered shit. ]]></description>
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                <title>The Disease Called Love</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 06 Apr 2005 19:49:39 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ its amazing how fucked up the whole  concept of love is. This undying force  that makes a phsical dependance on  another, makes you feel like you need a  person when they can do you no more  good or evil without them. And yet, we  search for it. Us as the human race  centers around the search for another,  someone to love. Its not the need to  reproduce either, there is many  alternatives to reproduction rather  then falling in love and then having  sex. And we have proved today that it  is very possible to raise a child in a   single family household. So why do  we,as a spieces, look for fullness in a  partner. Why do we try to find another  person and let this disease spread even  further, and then reproduce and spread  the knowledge of this disease to them.  Although, with everything there is a  good side. We feel fullfillment, joy,  and a sense of nirvana. Let me stop  myself there, maybe that is why we  search for something so descructive.  The search for nirvana has sent many  people on horrible and stupid paths  with no prevail. The media has showered  us with the idea that in order for us  to reach nirvana we need to find our  signifigant other. Although I may sound  as if I am totaly against love and all  it is about, im not. I am in a very  lovly relationship with someone that I  would like to spend the rest of my life  with. I am writing this because today,  I felt the side effects of being in  love. I went from being happy-go-lucky  because spending my day(6 hours) with a  good friend of mine to depressed  because I found out that I wont see  my  love for another 4 days. Now, I plead  to all of you, I am already obvisouly  infected with this henious disease. But  before you think about asking that guy  out, or picking up that girl at the  bar, just remember what I said. Love  may be a wonderfull thing, but it also  causes an amount of pain that unless  you are willing to put up with it,  probably isn't worth it. ]]></description>
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