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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <description><![CDATA[ life is beautiful<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~knowyourrights</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 31 Oct 2005 09:48:07 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ wow its been over a year since i last posted...so much has happened and i have changed so much, as we all do with time and expericence. As i get older i feel myself falling more and more intoplace with my art. I DO NOT CONSIDER MYSELF AN ARTIST, i know real artist (painters, photographers, musicians, actors, writers) and i am but a mere amatuer compared....<br />
<br />
i am one year wiser, one year smarter, one year closer, one year better, one year stronger...and beyond greatful for all that i have ecountered, the good and the bad.<br />
<br />
i love you st.john.<br />
<br />
<br />
peace ]]></description>
                <author>~knowyourrights</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 16 Sep 2004 21:29:22 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ everything i that loath and spite was  once the greatest pleasure that i've  ever known. But i dont know how much  longer i can hold on to the thought of  it being my greatest love becuase if it  was then i have a long fucking life  ahead of me. The reality is that i'm so  damged from the blow that i know i  could never give in even if the moment  where to ever come, because its all  been so tainted beyond repair...and  what seems like the ultimate seclusion  from what i truely need has never made  my heart feel so achingly hollow. and  so how do i know that all this is a  hoax created by the complex mind? how  do i know....till i'm there? i  dont...and thats what makes this  circular mental hell so fucking  irritating that my skin is literllay  starting to itch. ]]></description>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 06 Sep 2004 01:28:48 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i never saw a reflection of my two  selves so perfectly crafted. I see sam  so free and alive and i know that use  to be me, but i'm so  fucking far in  "it" that its taking me so long to pull  myself out...and i find myself as LARGE ]]></description>
                <author>~knowyourrights</author>
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                <title>ramblings of the bored kind...</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 03 Sep 2004 20:11:21 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Today I bought my Dog a t-shirt that  says, "I love Bitches." I've never  purchased pet clothing before and I  really don't wanna be known as the gal  who dresses up their Dog in booties and  hats and shit, but this shirt made me  laugh out loud. It's even funnier on  him cause it's like a tight  wife-beater. He looks very buff as he  brags to the world about his love of  bitches. <br />
I also bought a new toothbrush. I'm  very loyal to my toothbrushes, so it's  always hard for me to make the switch  over to a new one. Me and the last one  have been through so much together, but  alas his time had come. He looked kind  of pissed at me in the garbage can.  Maybe I'm reading into it, but his  bristles had this judgmental frown to  them. I swear I heard him mumble  something to my contacts. It was faint  and admittedly I have a guilty  conscience, but I'm pretty sure I heard  him say, "It's on tonight... let the  floss and the Calamine know, we're  gonna take him out in his sleep." But  maybe I'm just being paranoid, they  were probably just talking about  something else entirely. <br />
<br />
nava ]]></description>
                <author>~knowyourrights</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 02 Sep 2004 23:00:15 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ we grow apart...but in a way we will  always be together.<br />
<br />
and i just can't get you out of my head. ]]></description>
                <author>~knowyourrights</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 02 Sep 2004 11:55:23 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck  fuck!!!!<br />
<br />
dont fall little girl, you've come to  far to quit now. ]]></description>
                <author>~knowyourrights</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 01 Sep 2004 13:45:44 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm extremely honest, and I pride  myself on it. I don't try to be  shocking. I'm playful, and I know when  something I'm saying maybe shocking,  but it's just the truth and i cant help  but tell the truth or spit out whats on  my mind. That may bother a lot of  people but I simply want to live the  way I need to live.<br />
I wish I could find people who just  would fight me and break through to me  and hold me down and scream their life  into my face. We come to love not by  finding the perfect person, but by  learning to see an imperfect person  perfectly... Only after we have lost  everything, are we free to do  anything... Throw things out there and  not be perfect and not have the answers  to anything and see if people  understand. You can hide or you can go  through things and really feel them,  let them break you down to the bare  essentials wheither it be happiness or  sorrow. I feel nurtured by other  people, by shouting out my feelings,  and, in doing that, I've got to REALLY  know people on such a huge level.<br />
I feel like we're here to learn about  each other. Sometimes, I think I'm too  passionate, but that's the only way I  know how to exist. You know, we all  need to just wake up excited about  life. I just want to do the job I  always wanted to do and live in peace  with family and people I love, and just  be silly and collect T-shirts from gas  stations and go on road trips and eat  popcorn in the middle of the night and  watch TV. That's all I want, you know?  My life is completely turned  upside-down, and yet it feels right.  It's bizarre. I'm exactly where i'm  suppose to be, and i love it.<br />
<br />
nava ]]></description>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 30 Aug 2004 20:55:23 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ What do i think?<br />
<br />
Say I'm working at N.A.S.A and somebody<br />
puts a code on my desk, something  nobody else can break. So I take a shot  at<br />
it and maybe I break it. And I'm real<br />
happy with myself, 'cause I did my job<br />
well. But maybe that code was the  location of some rebel army in North<br />
Africa or the Middle East. Once they<br />
have that location, they bomb the  village where the rebels were hiding  and fifteen hundred people I never had  a problem with get killed. Now the  politicians are sayin' "send in the  Marines to secure the area",cause they  don't give a shit. It won't be their  kid over there, gettin'<br />
shot. Just like it wasn't them when  their number got called, cause they  were pullin' a tour in the National  Guard. It'll be some guy from Southie  takin' shrapnel in the ass. And he  comes home to find that the plant he  used to work at got exported to the  country he just got back from.<br />
And the guy who put the shrapnel in his  ass got his old job, cause he'll work  for fifteen cents a day and no bathroom  breaks. Meanwhile my buddy from Southie  realizes the only reason he was over  there was so we could install a  government that would sell us oil at a  good price. And of course the oil  companies used the skirmish to scare up  oil prices so they could turn a quick  buck. A cute, little ancillary benefit  for them but<br />
it ain't helping my buddy at two-fifty<br />
a gallon. And naturally they're takin'<br />
their sweet time bringin' the oil back<br />
and maybe even took the liberty of<br />
hiring an alcoholic skipper who likes  to drink seven and sevens and play  slalom with the icebergs and it ain't  too long 'til he hits one, spills the  oil, and kills all the sea-life in the  North Atlantic. So now my buddy's out  of work and he can't afford to drive so  he's got to walk to the job interviews  which sucks 'cause the shrapnel in his  ass is givin' him chronic hemorrhoids.<br />
 <br />
So what'd I think? <br />
<br />
I'm holdin' out for somethin' better. I  figure I'll eliminate the middle man.  Why not just shoot my buddy, take his  job and<br />
give it to his sworn enemy, hike up gas  prices, bomb a village, club a baby  seal, hit the hash pipe and join the  National Guard? Christ, I could be  elected President! ]]></description>
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                <title>tears of the sun</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 30 Aug 2004 20:36:01 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I find myself crying more and more over  the things in this world that i have no  control over. Everyday the reality of  the evilness that thrives in every  continent and across every vast shore  utterly eludes me. It makes my heart  ache but it also reminds me of what i  can contribute, or what i must do in  order to prepare for the ultimate  contribution, of assisting in  eliminating  such evil. It is in  moments like these where time tends to  stand still in order to provide such a  realization...and i find myself  sobbing. Sobbing over some poor refugee  child that never had a chance as he  watches his family being masacred by  rebels, or over some brave soilder  collapsing to the floor with a bullet  lodged in his brain, simply so i can  have the freedom that every human being  deserves. Ignorance is  bliss, so it  makes me wonder if my intelligence is  just the opposite, perhaps a curse,  because the truth is is that it's so  much easier to look away than it is to  help, it's so much easier to just  ignore it. Right now, at this very  moment, i am inspired by more things  then i could have ever imagined would  creep into my mind and nestle in the  depths of my heart. I've never been  more sure or aware of my abilities  and  my strength as i am now, and  considering how young i am i'm ecstatic  to see what form i shall evolve to  next. I know what directs me now...  its' the knowledge that i posesses  great knowledge and that i have the  power to give to others, for me there  is no greater purpose or gift no matter  how much madness may come with it.<br />
<br />
"the only thin necessary for evil to  triumph to is for good people to do  nothing."  ~t.o.t.s ]]></description>
                <author>~knowyourrights</author>
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                <title>minefield</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 29 Aug 2004 17:42:36 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ It is a wide complex vastness of  explosive mines, an area my heart dares  not tred these days for the fear of my  mortal death. And yet it continues to  draw me towards it like some magnetic  force that cannot be explained...no  matter how far i travel no matter how  much i change part of me will still  always be standing at that line with  nesting courage to plunge back in and  take that risk...the risk to love her  again...or perhaps merely just to love  at all. ]]></description>
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                <title>i will be the sun again...</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 29 Aug 2004 17:42:56 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ ...we will touch the highet point of  our communial nature, all vanities and  pretentions will be set aside....<br />
<br />
nava ]]></description>
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                <title>There is beauty in the breakdown...</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 07 Aug 2004 23:39:36 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Even after all this time...i am still  chaotic, but in all the ways a person  should be. I look back at the  metamorphasis that has taken place over  the past two years and i have discoverd  that there is beauty in the breakdown.  As i crumbeled into a narsassitc  existance, the despair of a love that  never got born, i wasnt aware of the  art of human emotions and the way that  they ultimately transform us, give us  layers to grow and learn and maybe just  maybe shape us to fit the next step on  this unpredictable journey. All i know  is that i know nothing and that  anything at anytime is possible...so  leap into each day, nourish yourself  with the things that destroy you, but  above all never quit growing and  searching. ]]></description>
                <author>~knowyourrights</author>
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                <title>moonlight sonata</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 19 Jun 2004 22:48:18 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ there is a desire rooted so deep in me  that at times i have the greatest urge  to claw at my skin. I need so  overwhelming to be part of why this  orbic earth turns, the need to truley  live...to be ALIVE. Am i insane to risk  my own safety if it mean fullfilling my  passion? Many think so...but you know  what i'd rather be fucking insane. I  can no longer live inside the box, i  can no longer live in a delusion an  ignorant society that will do anything  it can to keep us blindfolded.  Knowledge and desire can take us on  many journey's in search of truth and  clarity of what it is all for...the  anwer to why our very hearts beat. ]]></description>
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