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                <title>I'll jump for you</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 20 Nov 2008 14:57:29 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ OMG HAI.<br /><br />Lack of updates much ... Anywho .... Things are getting back on track somewhat. A lot of things that I have planned to do are slowly going down the shitter ... which is kind of depressing.<br />Working on a comic in Media class right now .. I'll post that shit up when it's done ...<br /><br /><br />And to you, I give all my love.<br /><br /><br /><br />..:The lights will not guide you through<br />..:They're deceiving you<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~mutilicious</author>
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                <title>fuck</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 07 Sep 2008 02:12:47 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Only a couple hours passed by and I feel like I already fucked up with you... I should give up now.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~mutilicious</author>
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                <title>POINTLESS JOURNAL ENTRY</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 01 Jun 2008 21:08:22 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I just realized that I have less pageviews on my FurAffinity account than I do on my y!Gallery ... which is sad ... because I've been a part of FA for much longer. It's probably because I don't really draw furs, but all i draw on the other hand, IS EFFEMINATE GAY MEN. But I have the most views here ... And I only just relaized that it's over 2300 8D. I'm so surprised, I didn't even notice.<br /><br /><br /><br />Anyways .... where you can find me<br /><br />y!Gallery: <a href="http://yaoi.y-gallery.net/user/wideeyedandhopeful">[link]</a><br />FurAffinity: <a href="http://www.furaffinity.net/user/ridethespiral">[link]</a><br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~mutilicious</author>
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                <title>Commishies!</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 12 Apr 2008 08:16:26 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Kay children ....<br /><br />I am now accepting commissions. I've never done this before so please bear with me. 8B<br /><br />INFO:<br />Sketch: $5<br />Inked Work: $10<br />Coloured - Traditional: $20<br />Coloured - Digital: $20<br /><br />All prices listed above are for single characters. If you want more than one, every extra character is $2 onto the price listed above.<br />A simple background is an extra $2.<br />A complex background is an extra $5.<br /><br />WHAT I WILL DRAW:<br />- Anythng<br /><br />WHAT I'M ESPECIALLY GOOD AT DRAWING:<br />- People (generally men)<br />- Feral<br />- Furries<br />- More romantic scenes (LOL)<br /><br />WHAT I WILL HAVE TROUBLE DRAWING:<br />- Mecha (CAN'T DRAW ROBOTS WORTH BEANS)<br />- Really complex backgrounds<br /><br />So now you know what I can't draw, so if you commission me to do one of the stated above, don't get angry with me when it comes out cruddy. You were forewarned.<br /><br />Payment is required through the snail mail. You won't recieve your commission until I recieve payment.<br /><br />PLEASE commission me. I'm so poor. 8B<br /><br />Much love.<br />Peace.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~mutilicious</author>
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                <title>100 word challenge - taken from Akemi-Ayura</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 22 Feb 2008 15:25:24 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ So far ...<br />2/100.<br /><br />1. Introduction<br />2. Love<br />3. Light<br />4. Dark<br />5. Seeking Solace<br />6. Break Away<br />7. Heaven<br />8. Innocence<br />9. Drive<br />10. Breathe Again<br />11. Memory<br />12. Insanity<br />13. Misfortune<br />14. Smile - DONE<br />15. Silence<br />16. Questioning<br />17. Battle<br />18. Rainbow<br />19. Gray<br />20. Fortitude<br />21. Vacation<br />22. Mother Nature<br />23. Cat<br />24. No Time<br />25. Trouble Lurking<br />26. Tears<br />27. Foreign<br />28. Sorrow<br />29. Happiness<br />30. Under the Rain<br />31. Flowers<br />32. Night<br />33. Expectations<br />34. Stars<br />35. Hold My Hand<br />36. Precious Treasure<br />37. Eyes<br />38. Abandoned<br />39. Dreams<br />40. Rated<br />41. Teamwork<br />42. Standing Still<br />43. Dying<br />44. Two Roads<br />45. Illusion<br />46. Family<br />47. Creation<br />48. Childhood<br />49. Stripes<br />50. Breaking the Rules<br />51. Sport<br />52. Deep in Thought<br />53. Keeping a Secret<br />54. Tower<br />55. Waiting<br />56. Danger Ahead<br />57. Sacrifice<br />58. Kick in the Head<br />59. No Way Out<br />60. Rejection<br />61. Fairy Tale<br />62. Magic<br />63. Do Not Disturb<br />64. Multitasking<br />65. Horror<br />66. Traps<br />67. Playing the Melody<br />68. Hero<br />69. Annoyance<br />70. 67%<br />71. Obsession<br />72. Jade Palace<br />73. I Can't<br />74. Are You Challenging Me?<br />75. Mirror<br />76. Broken Pieces<br />77. Test<br />78. Drink<br />79. Starvation<br />80. Words<br />81. Pen and Paper<br />82. Can You Hear Me?<br />83. Heal<br />84. Out Cold<br />85. Spiral - DONE<br />86. Seeing Red<br />87. Food<br />88. Pain<br />89. Through the Fire<br />90. Triangle<br />91. Drowning<br />92. All That I Have<br />93. Give Up<br />94. Last Hope<br />95. Advertisement<br />96. In the Storm<br />97. Safety First<br />98. Puzzle<br />99. Solitude<br />100. Relaxation<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>ATM BITCHES</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 30 Dec 2007 21:01:26 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm kinda sick of drawing so realistically at the moment ...<br />
<br />
I think I want to dabble back into my anime-founded roots a bit more ...<br />
<br />
I NEED NEW CHARACTERS.<br />
AND BETTER STORIES FOR MY CURRENT ONES.<br />
I HAIT LYF.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>BAGINA</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 29 Dec 2007 23:14:01 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I go back to Fort Mac tomorrow.<br />
Me, Shelley, Larissa and mah luffah are gonna get CRUNK.<br />
<br />
This has been the longest two weeks of my life.<br />
<br />
And I have THE BIGGEST GLASS OF ORANGE JUICE IN FRONT OF ME EVAR!!!!!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>*faps*</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 17 Dec 2007 17:57:55 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ OH MY GAWD!!!!<br />
<a href="http://cutitallrightintwo.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/c/u/cutitallrightintwo.gif" width="50" height="50" alt=":iconcutitallrightintwo:" title="cutitallrightintwo"/></a> got a new tablet from her fiance for Xmas, so guess what?<br />
SHE GAVE ME HER OLD ONE!!!<br />
.... AND PHOTOSHOP AND COREL PAINTER!!!!<br />
<br />
I JUST MAY BE ABLE TO ACTUALLY POST SOME ART NOW!!!<br />
<a href="http://cutitallrightintwo.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/c/u/cutitallrightintwo.gif" width="50" height="50" alt=":iconcutitallrightintwo:" title="cutitallrightintwo"/></a><a href="http://cutitallrightintwo.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/c/u/cutitallrightintwo.gif" width="50" height="50" alt=":iconcutitallrightintwo:" title="cutitallrightintwo"/></a><a href="http://cutitallrightintwo.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/c/u/cutitallrightintwo.gif" width="50" height="50" alt=":iconcutitallrightintwo:" title="cutitallrightintwo"/></a><a href="http://cutitallrightintwo.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/c/u/cutitallrightintwo.gif" width="50" height="50" alt=":iconcutitallrightintwo:" title="cutitallrightintwo"/></a><a href="http://cutitallrightintwo.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/c/u/cutitallrightintwo.gif" width="50" height="50" alt=":iconcutitallrightintwo:" title="cutitallrightintwo"/></a><br />
Therefore, go give her much love.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
In other news .... I misses my luvver so I'mma go draw some Pokemans.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>All I ever needed is here in my arms</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 27 Nov 2007 08:14:18 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I've just realized ...<br />
<br />
I miss drawing Beyblade fanart.<br />
<br />
... ;_;<br />
<br />
.......... YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS!!!<br />
<br />
-----------------------------------------------------<br />
<br />
Words are very unecessary. They can only do harm.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>I Needs to Draws</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 03 Nov 2007 11:11:00 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I wants to draws.<br />
I has nuttings to draws.<br />
I need to draws sometings for Mic and mines's two months.<br />
<br />
But I don't knows whats.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>I truly am my own redeemer.</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 28 Sep 2007 18:15:09 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I have two friends, and they've been dating for ten months. I usually like them alot.<br />
<br />
I'm with MichaÃ«l now. I have been for almost a month (not a very long time, I know. In fact, it's damn shameful compared to some of my friends' relationships. But it's damn meaningful to me).<br />
<br />
These two friends of mine just tried to get me to have sex with them.<br />
<br />
Now, they see me and MichaÃ«l together all the time. They know we're together. And, worst of all, they're SOME OF MICHAEL'S CLOSEST FRIENDS!!!<br />
<br />
I thought they were just joking around for a while ... When I found out they weren't, I got off the bed and ran up the stairs.<br />
<br />
I feel like I did something horrible ... Ellie said I didn't do anything wrong ... Thank god MichaÃ«l is so understanding ...<br />
<br />
I hope this doesn't lead to something dramatic ...<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>It's time for an epic fail ...</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 05 Sep 2007 04:58:55 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ No one's on DA at 6 in the morning ...<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Bleganflargen</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 30 Aug 2007 19:02:48 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ It's rare that I care about someone in the way that I want to be with them, but, lo and behold, it's happened.<br />
And with a very different someone.<br />
<br />
Too bad I'm so passive.<br />
<br />
And have this raging feeling of inadequacy.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>My family are a bunch of wankers</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 22 Aug 2007 22:34:18 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ So ... for those of you who don't know already, I'm staying in Fort Mac for grade 12 ... And a few months ago my uncle said he would pay for my schooling since my mom's a crack ho and can't do it ... But APPARENTLY that offer was only valid if I went back to Calgary.<br />
<br />
So now my family won't pay for my last year of fucking high school. None of them will.<br />
<br />
Pieces of fucking shit.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Shelley Loves Spaghetti</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 07 Aug 2007 18:58:54 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Dedicated to Shelley.<br />
<br />
Once, long ago, and by long ago I mean right now, there was a girl with pink hair named Shelley. Shelley loved to eat spaghetti. She loved spaghetti SO MUCH that one day she turned into a big pile of spaghetti. Then she eated herself.<br />
<br />
The End.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Woo!! Purple Hair!!</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 31 Jul 2007 02:40:31 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ So ... Did lotsa stuff today.<br />
<br />
I now have purple hair. And BANGS!! You know, short bangs, in front of my face ... Man, it's been years ...<br />
<br />
Me and Shelley and Nikki were filming a Death Note parody today,  completely out of boredom, I got to be L. Yay!!! I wuv L. Watched the two Death Note live action movies ... Pretty intense ...<br />
<br />
Well ... I'm trying to see how long I can go without sleep.<br />
<br />
Haven't seen Patch in a while, or Megan, or Zen.<br />
<br />
I should do that soon ...<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Fuckin' Fuck</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 12 Jul 2007 22:22:51 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Fuck, some people are such fucking assholes ... It's worse when those people are seemingly supposed to care about you ...<br />
<br />
I'm gonna be in Fort Mac at 2:15pm tomorrow.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Vans Warped Tour 2007</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 06 Jul 2007 12:11:19 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I WENT TO WARPED TOUR YESTERDAY!!! With Katie and Sarah and Jonzie.<br />
I went moshing for the first time. It's way more fun than I was expecting. Got to see Killswitch Engage, and Boys Like Girls, and Silent Envy .... And I made  new discovery ... a band called I Am Ghost. =O Holy shit, are they amazing!! I got the lead singer's autograph, and a picture with him ... It made me happy.<br />
It was 34 degrees outside. I got really sunburnt.<br />
It was definately worth it though.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>I\'m coming to Fort Mac ...</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 04 Jul 2007 19:09:40 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Okay guys, I'm coming up to Fort Mac in a week ...<br />
I'm staying with Shelley for the most part of a month and a half, and maybe for a week with Megan ...<br />
I don't know how I'm gonna get back to Calgary ... I guess I'll have to get a job ...<br />
I've been at Katie's for the past month ... My phone line's cut off so I can't call my mother ... but I DO have my brother's number. I have to call him and see if he's had any contact with her lately.<br />
I need to go to my house, to pack some things ... that's gonna be hell. ]]></description>
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                <title>Guess what I learned today!</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 28 Jun 2007 21:58:02 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Apparently ... I'm a playtoy.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>STUPID OVARIES!!!</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 29 May 2007 10:45:14 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Blargh .... I have period cramps.<br />
So ... I'm living at home again ... after SWEARING to myself that I'd never go back. But it couldn't be helped really ... My plan for going to stay with Katie went down the shitter, and I couldn't stay with Dallis forever ... It just feels like the biggest fucking failure of my life.<br />
It turns out my mom lied to me (again) about the state of things at home. They're worse than when I left. My mom's boyfriend has developed this habit of getting drunk and punching me in the shoulder over and over again ...<br />
On the bright side, my art's been improving alot lately. I have a lot of free time to spend on it, after all. But I still can't fucking POST any of it, because my house STILL doesn't have internet!!!! Fuck!!!!<br />
Dallis is being a turd right now... Waiting for things to get better. I'VE alreday had my I'm-stupid-and-you're-stupid-and-why-are-we-still-fighting revelation, but it seems he hasn't yet. But ... I'm gonna wait it out.<br />
I'm gonna draw a whole lot of character profiles, starting today. Won't that be fun!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>liberation</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 01 Mar 2007 21:38:55 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I finally did it.<br />
I left my fucking house.<br />
I'm living with a few friends now, been here about four days. I honestly couldn't remember the sensation of wanting to go home at any point in my childhood. Now ... I've felt it every day since I've been here.<br />
I forgot how wonderful it was ... to go home and not be scared for my safety, not get shot down for acting like myself, not have to listen to screaming ...<br />
My friends have been so accomidating, offering me clothes, places to stay ... It was surprising to see how much they all cared.<br />
I have nothing with me except bare neccessities, so I'm feeling rather guilty having to use others' shampoo and brushes and toothpaste and such, but they don't seem to mind.<br />
But I can't say much. My mind is only starting to comprehend the fact that I may never have to go back to that house again.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>sorry guys!!!</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 19 Dec 2006 09:33:12 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Okay, to all you awesome peeps watching me, I'm sorry I haven't updated my deviations in ..... FOREVER. But, ya see, I moved out to the boondocks and I have yet to get internet ... bah .... stupid family. Even now, I'm at school writing this. So, sorry again, and keep watching, I'll have to get internet at some point!!!!!!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>omen of termination?</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 11 Jun 2006 17:46:43 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I had a dream that I believe prophesized my death. It went like this ...<br />
<br />
I was chasing a man, whom I believe stole something. That's why I was chasing him. He had brown hair and was wearing a grey hat. I was chasing him through a city, a black city. The streets were black and deserted, the buildings were black with no lighted windows, and the sky was a deep grey. Fog lingered on the ground, licking your ankles when you stood still and splitting like a knife through flesh when you ran through it. I chased him through this dim city, and eventually into a building, inside which there was no dimness. It seemed to glow with some unseen source of sunlight. I pursued him up a staircase. At the top, he stopped, and turned around, pointing a gun at me. I froze in the middle of the staircase, feet from him, and he stated something about having to go detonate some explosives ...<br />
<br />
A new scene began. I was lying on Doctor Robbins' autopsy table, dead, with Gil Grissom looking down at me. A bullet hole was in the centre of my forehead. Doctor Robbins stated that the bullet wound was not the cause of death. Grissom looked quite puzzled, and asked what HAD been the cause then. Doctor Robbins glanced at me before answering, "I'm not sure, but the gunshot was post mordem." ...<br />
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Next, I was standing in a fancy picturesque bathroom, my hair the length it used to be, wearing a black knee-length evening gown. My skin was perfect, except for my mutilated forehead, skin coming off, hair congealed with blood and such ... The bathroom was elegant, creme coloured, with elaborate sinks and light fixtures, but no mirrors. A group of other people was in the bathroom. None of them seemed to notice that wherever I walked I left a trail of blood. Even I didn't notice. On the wall opposite the sinks was a line of baseball sized portholes, looking into a white room dressed with curtains where people were doing everything from eating to training seals. My friend Angel looked through one and said something about how she couldn't see her boyfriend. I peered through one, nearest the wall, and stated that I saw a curly haired guy eating. That was when I turned around and first saw the blood trailed behind me. A blonde paramedic walked into the bathroom with a stretcher on wheels and stopped in front of me. He reached out his hand and I felt, truly felt, him lift a piece of my scalp and blood congealed hair, to, I can only assume, examine the bullet hole. His eyes widened, and he said slowly "Oh my fucking god."<br />
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That was where the dream ended. ]]></description>
                <author>~mutilicious</author>
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                <title>nothing</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 15 Apr 2006 17:06:42 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I believe in nothing.<br />
No, not 'nothing' in the literal sense, as in I have no beliefs. I mean I believe in Nothing, a total lack of cohesive meanings, thoughts, anything. Everything, nothing, it's all exactly the same, we search for everything we want when what we truly want is to be able to survive without the itches and pangs of everyday life, being cut into by the dregs of human life in this callous world. I am currently on a quest for this infinate expanse of glorious Nothing, and when I find it, I will sleep the most perfect sleep, and dream the most perfect dreams, and live in a miraculous omniscient cluelessness and ignorance as to what life is truly like.<br />
Total contradiction.<br />
For none of us truly have a point. We could all use a little bit more ignorance on that particular subject. We think we're so high and mighty because we're the only form of life in this particular part of the universe .. Exactly!! The UNIVERSE!!! There is always something bigger!! We are small and insignificant!! There is no such thing as life and death!! Life is only a dream and we are the imagination of ourselves!<br />
There is always something above us ...... we are always inferior.<br />
Never-ending.<br />
All we've created here is not one, it is not real.<br />
<br />
And I'm so sick of it all being reveled in.<br />
<br />
Where the fuck is that great expanse of nothing ...? ]]></description>
                <author>~mutilicious</author>
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                <title>stereotypes</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 30 Mar 2006 23:20:49 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I refuse to sleep. Even though I love sleep. Sleep equals dreams, dreams equal my own world, my own world equals a place where I don't have to think, where I can just be. But I'm denying myself that right now. For whatever reason, even I'm not sure. Only writing here to kill the ever resilient time, and to fight off a heavy eyelid.<br />
So ... what is there to say, to relate to, to deliberate upon ... hmm ...<br />
How about emo stereotypes?<br />
Well, I myself personally have been referred to as an emo a number of times ... A friend of mine said to me once that the stereotype that all people who wound or cut themselves are emos is totally and completely stupid. She said that stereotypes should only refer to the types of clothing that people wear.<br />
I'm inclined to agree with her.<br />
Automatically assuming that every single person in the world who cuts themselves is an emo just shows how closed-minded and foolish and ignorant to the ways of the world that you really are. Alright, I admit that the idea of self-mutilation has become like a new fad or trend to most teenagers, but that's only because the masses are so conformist. There are people, here in the world, that have gone through the most terrible and unimaginable things that most emo-bashers couldn't even imagine. I read a book on the subject, called "A Bright Red Scream", and the stories of the individuals in there were so amazingly obscene and grotesque ... victims of child physical and sexual abuse, being used and thrown away ... People that have felt nothing BUT pain and abuse, and therefore wounded themselves as a release for all that hurt. These ignorant small-minded bastards that claim to know everything about everything could never possibly understand or even comprehend the things some people in this world go through.<br />
As for the little fucks that do it for attention, well, they're no different from everyone else who does something totally stupid, always trying to impress their primitive little friends. Pure teenage melodramatic bullshit. Nothing more. These people will grow up, and regret what they did when the scars don't disappear like they thought they would. But most never cast off that childish foolishness and cruelty.<br />
There is barely a person on the earth that hasn't taken a blade to their own bodies in some way, shape, or form. You, whoever's reading this, probably have too.<br />
You have to wonder though ... Why do any of us need to judge anyone else AT ALL?<br />
Just, stop. Stop with the hate. Stop with the lies. Stop with the stereotypes. People are people, and when we boil it all down, we are all exactly the same; much, much smaller than we assume ourselves to be, inferior to everything above us.<br />
Some of us are just more moral than others. ]]></description>
                <author>~mutilicious</author>
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                <title>Fun?</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 25 Mar 2006 19:42:04 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Ha ha ...<br />
Today two old friends (who really don't like me now) came up to my door, rang the doorbell, and ran away.<br />
So I did the same thing to them.<br />
But it wasn't meant to be seen as spite, or malice, or an Eye for an Eye. I thought of it more as playful, fun. It made me laugh, and hopefully, them as well.<br />
It kind of felt like we were friends again. =3 ]]></description>
                <author>~mutilicious</author>
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                <title>it.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 18 Mar 2006 00:00:36 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ no matter what i do, no matter where i go, i can't escape this, can i? it seems to just emerge from everything i hold dear ... besmerching it, tainting it ... not allowed to forget, or -LET GO-. not only has it overthrown my mind, but now my outlets? refuges? stay away. this was not supposed to happen, just, stay, away. it's form is not meant to exist to me anymore. not to mention the absolute LiE of caring for that particular sound. THAT WAS OUR SOUND. ours. this, and mine. it has no right to rob this from me. and him. "I can't stand that voice." it truly is a liar. These were the sounds WE listened to together. "I wanted to listen to it with you ...""Alright, I'll wait until we're together"... that was US, not those. and, now, it's arisen from something i truly enjoyed, something that could have helped me -let go-... well, possibly (probably) not ... but knowing it prowls about, laughing, laughing ..................................... more than i can stand.<br />
<br />
all my devotion, betrayed<br />
i am no longer, afraid<br />
i was too blinded to see<br />
how much you've stolen from me<br />
<br />
does it remember??? does it??? can it? is it 'permitted', by that certain oppression?<br />
but how can it remember ... if it never saw me before?<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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