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                <title>I don't believe in god, but I do believe I'm evil.</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 09 Dec 2009 19:59:12 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <sup>"Hey there, miss, remember me?"<br />"We used to have a ball."<br />She tells me she's excited<br />And agrees that we should talk<br /><br />Yes<br />Let's have a drink<br />Let's have a talk<br />Let's meet at your place at nine<br />So we do<br />We drink some wine<br />We talk about old times<br />Then she cries<br />Says she's sorry<br />I tell her that it's fine<br />I move in close<br />I hold her tight<br />I tell her to relax or<br /><br />If <br />she <br />moves <br />I'll <br />break <br />her <br />neck<br /><br />This is for<br />Everything<br />Anytime<br />Anything<br />Breaking me<br />Leaving me<br />Stealing keys<br />Comes to an end<br /><br />She<br />Cries<br />Stop<br />But<br />I don't see<br />Why I should<br />When she <br />Didn't for me<br /><br />I<br />Say<br />Fine<br />But<br />It's<br />Too late<br /><br />-----<br />updates on the weekend.<br /><br /></sup> ]]></description>
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                <title>the ocean and the sun</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 09 Dec 2009 16:16:09 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <sup>We are taught to think of our success in terms of numbers<br />If touching one persons life is a good thing, <br />then touching one thousands people lives must be a great thing,<br />ItÂs easy to see where we learned to think this way<br />Our whole society revolves around mass production<br />The more units we can move<br />The more customers we can serve<br />The more boats we can get<br />The more money and the more stuff we have, the better, right?<br />Maybe itÂs not possible to touch one thousand peoples thinking, <br />or as powerfully as one person.<br />Maybe itÂs not really so revolutionary after all, <br />to have one person out of a group of twenty, tell everybody else whatÂs right.<br />WouldnÂt it be better if we tried a decentralized approach <br />where everyone works closely with those around them, <br />instead of a few people waiting in anonymous mass?<br />Do you have to save the world all by yourself, <br />why donÂt you trust someone else to do it with you?<br /><br /></sup> ]]></description>
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                <title>we are entirely smooth...</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 06 Dec 2009 07:43:59 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <sup>"I can tell you thin who dwarf my pain<br />I cling to the genuinely broken and poor<br />and I cling to the Before<br />The spirit face behind the face<br />yearning for light; the water and the light<br />and I am flowing back to the Before, the infinite years <br />which transpired while I was not<br />here, and did not know I was not<br />hereÂ<br />I came just like you: from inconceivableness, the eternal<br />before-we-arrived, flowing<br />from GodÂs mouth, and come here to day<br />this world and<br />God, as if they needed names<br />And what lies beyond is no doubt the beginning<br />what lies beyond this loneliness and panic<br />I call dying, time, remorse, this cold<br />and purifying fire, which hurts so much, which burns<br />away the world and all I was<br />who walked and breathed and spoke<br />how real it all seemed for a few years, but I was always<br />immortal and will be again, <br />when I return to the infinite time which elapsed before I was conceived;<br />when the heavenward face is burned away<br />and its scared eyes and its tears<br />and its euphoria, which no one can imagine<br />(wrong: someone in love can imagine)<br />And I have heard GodÂs silence like the sun<br />now I long to return to it<br />no matter my infantile clinging<br />to this gorgeous material of such early wisteria and lilacs, the wind<br />in the redbud and luminous new heart-shaped leaves<br />music visible is completely unheard, IÂll return<br />The angelÂs going to raise his arms and sing that time is no more<br />and tears, that numbered sea of them is gone-<br />now there is a new sea, a new earth, a new sky-<br />and I will know what to say at the end: What end?<br />I can say I found this world sufficiently miraculous<br />For me, before IÂm changed."<br /><br /></sup> ]]></description>
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                <title>spinning like a weathervane.......</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 04 Dec 2009 19:32:40 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <sup>"If my steps turn from the path, or if my heart has been led by my eyes, or if my hands have been defiled, then may others reap what I have sown."<br /><br />----------<br />No time to think about anything, no time to do anything. No time to second-guess, no second thoughts. Things are just happening. I have lost all control of the 'forces of my life', and I am no longer being guided in one direction. People are just people. Love is just a feeling. Everything is just something.<br /><br /></sup> ]]></description>
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                <title>-</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 02 Dec 2009 20:07:42 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <sup>So picture me smiling on top such tall buildings; <br />Such tragic endings for bad luck, bad timings. <br />I hope they let me slip. <br />I get so fed up with my own selfish self. <br />I keep bluffing away on shitty hands that I am dealt - <br />It's romantic, but it's cheap.<br /><br /></sup> ]]></description>
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                <title>spent.</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 30 Nov 2009 20:42:25 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <sup>Sleeping is so... 2008, and life is just plain weird.<br /><br /></sup> ]]></description>
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                <title>o, porcupine</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 29 Nov 2009 17:28:23 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ "You have a decent ear for notes<br />but you can't yet appreciate harmony."<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>untitled</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 26 Nov 2009 18:55:28 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <sup>You watch me like a ten car highway wreck with detached, vulgar curiosity. This looking down at the tops of the hats of us passers-by from your 7th floor balcony... from such a height you missed creatures too small for sight carry on covert conversation and the misguided insects crowned me their grasshopper king with a dance of celebration! After years with their crown on my head I've grown<br />overfed, unconcerned, and comfortably numb kept busy indulging in pleasures of the wealthy (someone make me afraid of what I've become!) At the first sign of possible sorrow I turned my heels and ran, oh, I'll never learn. My life's a cup of sugar I borrowed before time began and forgot to return. It was a matter of time - I always said I could see now I'm going blind, it was a matter of miserable time -- but I heard somewhere there was a cure for useless eyes?<br />__________________<br /><br />Naivety is the new black.......<br />I am so annoyed..<br /><br /></sup> ]]></description>
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                <title>ha... yeah, it got pretty bad.</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 23 Nov 2009 20:14:07 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <sup>For I believe these fields divide<br />The other world<br />We timeless horse employ, envoy<br />How do you know?<br />Where did you go?<br />Solar, I can't see anything<br />Collide with me<br />In the corners of your eyes<br />I'll stretch the sky in blue<br />And I'm thinking we knew no better<br />And I'm thinking<br /><br /></sup> ]]></description>
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                <title>baby don't go away, come here</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 22 Nov 2009 18:37:20 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <sup>and it only feels worse when I stay in one place<br />so I'm always pacing around or walking away<br />I keep drinking the ink from my pen<br />and I'm balancing history books up on my head<br />but it all boils down to one quotable phrase<br />"If you love something give it away"<br /><i>A good woman will pick you apart</i><br />a box full of suggestions for your possible heart<br />But you may be offended, and you may be afraid<br />but don't walk away, don't walk away<br />We made love on the living room floor<br />with the noise in the background from a televised war<br />And in the deafening pleasure I thought I heard someone say<br />"If we walk away,theyÂll walk away"<br />But greed is a bottomless pit<br />And our freedom's a joke we're just taking a piss<br />And the whole world must watch the sad comic display<br />If you're still free start runnin' away<br />'cause we're comin' for ya<br />I've grown tired of holding this pose<br />I feel more like a stranger each time I come home<br />So I'm making a deal with the devils of fame<br />Sayin' let me walk away, please<br /><i>You'll be free child once you have died<br />from the shackles of language and measurable time<br />And then we can trade places, play musical graves<br />till then walk away walk away walk away walk away</i><br />So I'm up at dawn, putting on my shoes<br /><b>I just want to make a clean escape</b><br />I'm leaving but I don't know where to<br />I know I'm leaving but I don't know where to.<br /><br /></sup> ]]></description>
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                <title>there was this woman and she was on an airplane...</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 22 Nov 2009 17:36:54 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <sup>We must blend into the choir<br />Sing as static with the whole<br />We must memorize nine numbers and deny we have a soul<br />And in this endless race for property and privilege to be won<br />We must run, we must run, we must run<br />We must hang up in the belfry<br />Where the bats and moonlight laugh<br />We must stare into a crystal ball and only see the past<br />And in the caverns of tomorrow<br />With just our flashlights and our love<br />We must plunge, we must plunge, we must plunge<br />And then weÂll get down there, way down to the very bottom of everything<br />And then weÂll see it, oh weÂll see it, weÂll see it, weÂll see it<br />Oh my morning's coming back<br />The whole worldÂs waking up<br />All the city buses swimming past<br />IÂm happy just because<br />I found out I am really no one<br />__________<br />I got a lot done today, there is still much to do though.<br /><br /></sup> ]]></description>
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                <title>guess what?</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 21 Nov 2009 21:51:11 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <sup>You've been acting awful tough lately<br />Smoking a lot of cigarettes lately<br />But inside, you're just a little baby<br />It's okay to say you've got a weak spot<br />You don't always have to be on top<br />Better to be hated than love, love, loved for what you're not<br />You're vulnerable, you're vulnerable<br />You are not a robot<br />You're loveable, so loveable<br />But you're just troubled<br />Guess what? I'm not a robot, a robot<br />____________<br /><br />I just got back from Brand New.. I am in love but feeling awfully nostalgic<br />and tired, and sweaty.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jkcMVp5Vg/SwiBwaC9asI/AAAAAAAAKYc/mKzhbYGYVJk/s400/weregulity.jpg">[link]</a><br />^ This is very true.<br /><br /></sup> ]]></description>
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                <title>overwhelmed</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 19 Nov 2009 17:34:19 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <i><sup>If you let me have my way I swear I'll tear you apart.<br /><br /></sup></i> ]]></description>
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                <title>my heart is a headache part II</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 18 Nov 2009 19:34:30 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <sup>A compelling or constraining influence, such as a moral force on the mind or world, pressure. To be undecided or skeptical, to tend to disbelieve and distrust; to regard as unlikely, thatÂs doubt. The condition of being insufficient or falling short, decline in strength or effectiveness, failure. The instinct to run, to back away, or give up; to need, want, reach, steal. The feeling to always want more, and to take more. The loss of breath at the sight of a car accident, to drive by, never being able to feel satisfied, and to reject anyone who tries- and this is my life.<br /><br /></sup> ]]></description>
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                <title>my heart is a headache</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 17 Nov 2009 19:05:00 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <sup>I'm taking that girl to the bank <br />I'm dancing all night <br />These knives by the way you abuse them <br />Are glowing like ice <br />I'm back and I love everyone <br />I color between all the lines <br />My stomach is red rosy cinnamon <br />And baked into pies <br />Badadadadbadadadbada<br /><br /></sup> ]]></description>
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                <title>I hope they let you sleep</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 16 Nov 2009 17:46:54 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <sup>"I scream in my sleep, I moan and I yell<br />I long for a potion; I ache for a spell<br />to rid me of this terror, these endless nights of horror<br />I wish I remembered that night when I fell<br />You condemned the whole city, you plagued us to hell<br />I thought you were just joking<br />I swore "She must be joking"<br />How could I forget<br />You in sunsets<br />Your soft silhouette<br />The spell that you said<br />Big sunglasses<br />Vanilla milkshake<br />Cherry lipstick<br />The look that you gave<br />You summoned the ghosts<br />Well now you've got 'em<br />Your heart's cold revenge<br />For your head's little problems<br />I hope they let you sleep<br />So I can get some sleep<br />The spell books and candles<br />The potions in bottles<br />You spoke yourself ill<br />Despite what's in common<br />With your rational behavior<br />Sarcastic tone and nature"<br /><br /></sup> ]]></description>
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                <title>don't call me by my full name.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 15 Nov 2009 19:34:20 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <sup> hfjkdhfksdhfdsuivyaihpsk;lm.fdnhvjasoyc ijalknv,<br /><br /></sup> ]]></description>
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                <title>I don't mean to close the door but....</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 14 Nov 2009 19:06:54 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <sup>I had my job interview today and was hired on the spot, which is awesome. I'm actually really content about this right now, I start training on Tuesday... and it seems like it's almost too good to be true (hopefully it isn't). I feel good. Life is good, for the most part.<br />Tonight, I watched Rudolph with Taylor... now I wish it was Christmas. I just uploaded 500 pictures off my memory card, so expect me to upload some new stuff tomorrow.<br /><br /></sup> ]]></description>
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                <title>bad luck</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 13 Nov 2009 14:42:25 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ "When I was a kid I used to pray every night for a new bicycle.<br />Then I realized God doesnÂt work that way, so I stole<br />one and prayed for forgiveness."<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>it'll take more than bad luck just to kill me.</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 12 Nov 2009 18:06:05 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <sup> I am drowning in work... because I have been procrastinating..<br />but not actually procrastinating, just not completing things as quickly as I would like to.<br />I have been practically living at my school and spending 14 hour days there... the next two weeks are going to be d00m.<br />I'm not going to be online very much over the next week or so, but I will try to upload some new shots on Sunday if I'm not drowning in work. I have a job interview on Saturday... I'm hoping that this will work out because I am in dire need of money and I need to save for France. It's 9:05pm now, I'm going to sleep.<br /><br /></sup> ]]></description>
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                <title>arrow</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 09 Nov 2009 20:30:04 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I lied, the advertisement over the journal skin is distracting, and I'm going to be boring and unoriginal and be a plain-jane again. I would still like a premium membership though, *cough cough cough wink wink wink hjchjhkhf*<br />I'm going to be living at the school for the next four days so ..I will post ...new things later<br />but I can't help but say : things are really fucking weird right now.<br />Time to sleep.. I haven't done that in a while.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>free journal skins?</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 09 Nov 2009 13:52:32 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ now I really want a premium membership <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":(" title=":( (Sad)" /><br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 09 Nov 2009 13:49:59 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <div class="example-header"> The skin's header goes here </div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="example-footer"> The skin's header goes here </div> ]]></description>
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                <title>all I see scares me</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 09 Nov 2009 13:47:43 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <div class="example-header"> The skin's header goes here </div><br /><br />-<br /><br /><div class="example-footer"> The skin's header goes here </div> ]]></description>
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                <title>thank you everybody for the birthday wishes</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 08 Nov 2009 17:07:16 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <sup>Let's have a drink, let's have a talk<br />Let's meet at your place at nine<br />So we do; we drink some wine<br />and we talk about old times<br />Then she cries, says she's sorry<br />I tell her that it is fine<br />I move in close, I hold her tight<br />I tell her to relax or<br /><b>If <br />she <br />moves <br />I'll <br />break <br />her <br />neck</b><br />This is for<br />Everything<br />Anytime<br />Anything<br />Breaking me<br />Leaving me<br />Stealing keys<br />comes to an end.<br /><br /></sup> ]]></description>
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                <title>off, off, off with your head</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 07 Nov 2009 22:42:57 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ thank you.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>I hate where I live.</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 06 Nov 2009 22:22:24 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <sup>Me, disrespectful? Disrespectful is you, throwing up my name with any and every chance you get. Stop talking shit, I thought you were my 'friends'? Maybe if you fucking heard my side of the story instead of judging me based on somebody else's, just MAYBE you would take my fucking name out of your mouth. This has escalated too fucking far, and I have lost so much fucking respect for all of you. Your naivety is repulsive, and the fact that you don't go out of your own fucking way to hear my side of the story makes me want to personally punch both of you in the face. You don't fucking control my life, stop trying to guide my decisions and tell me that I'm wrong. I have a fucking brain, I have a fucking soul attached to my body; I am human, I am not your machine, I am not you. I can make my own decisions and I don't need you to fucking judge me for them.  As for me, 'getting my nose into other peoples business and fucking people over', get your fucking facts straight. I'm enraged. I hope you all fucking choke on your words. As for you, the maker of this; what the fuck are you trying to prove?<br />thanks for being bffs of the year guys!L>!?<br /><br /></sup> ]]></description>
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                <title>tamas soma chortir gamaya</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 05 Nov 2009 05:00:38 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <sup>It's cold outside<br />Just like fate<br />It's cold right here<br />Where is your heart<br />Someone get me out of here<br />Alive<br /><br />Take my hand<br />Trust this smile<br />It's just one smile<br />I'm getting caught in softer parts of you<br />It's killing me too<br />It's killing me too<br /><br />It's cold outside<br />Just like steel<br />It's cold right here<br />Just like blades<br /><br />Someone get me out of here<br />Alive<br /><br />Take my eyes<br />And cauterize my heart<br />Because it's killing nothing<br />It's killing nothing<br />I'm getting caught in the same soft parts<br />Of you<br /><br />Watered down and feel the cool<br />Winter creep up your spine<br />These are mine, these are mine, and these are mine<br />This mouth bleeds<br /><br /></sup> ]]></description>
                <author>~rebeccaxx</author>
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                <title>hardcore superstar</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 04 Nov 2009 17:08:39 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <sup>before the yearning song of flesh on flesh,<br />young hearts burst open wounds bleed fresh.<br />a young brother skinny and tall my older walks<br />oceanward and somber, slumber sleeping<br />flowers in the water, but i'm just his daughter.<br />walking down an icy grave leading to my<br />schizophrenic father, weeping willow won't you wallow louder<br />searching for my father's power<br /><i>I'm a shake you off though<br />get up on that horse and<br />ride into the sunset;<br />look back with no remorse.<br /><br /><b> PS: 7,500 views... 500 in just over two weeks? You guys are awesome.<br /><br /><br /><br />pps:.......that's disgusting.<br /><br /></b></i></sup> ]]></description>
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                <title>luca</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 03 Nov 2009 18:39:43 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ So touch me or don't, just let me know where you've been.<br />We could leave it alone, I'm sure there's someone who knows, where you've been.<br />You never worked well with our group; not with the faults we found<br />So we fixed you with cement galoshes, no one can save you now<br />Unless you have friends among fish there'll still be no air to breathe<br />You could drink up the entire ocean, I'll still find someone to be everything we know that you'll never be<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 03 Nov 2009 07:54:28 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ you childish... motherfucking naive mother fuck<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>i think in decimals and dollars</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 02 Nov 2009 15:45:50 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <sup>Today I made my down-payment on a trip to France in May. I'm stoked; but there goes money that I don't have. Oh well, I don't care anymore.<br /><br /></sup> ]]></description>
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                <title>seven loves you so much</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 01 Nov 2009 10:53:03 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <sup>but do me a favor baby, don't reply<br />'cause I can dish it out, but I can't take it.<br /><br />(it's november... the worst month of the year)<br /><br /></sup> ]]></description>
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                <title>h1n1</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 29 Oct 2009 18:19:25 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ If I get the swine flu... I will ....be angry<br />but then I will buy this to make myself not angry<br /><a href="http://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?http://s.buzzfeed.com/raw/swine-flu-fashion/mustache_mask.png">[link]</a><br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>What could I have done but let you down?</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 27 Oct 2009 05:09:48 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <sup>I feel extremely zen.. and nice.<br /><br /></sup> ]]></description>
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                <title>imma shake you off</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 26 Oct 2009 18:49:49 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I found a letter in a book today in the thrift store; addressed to someone in Toronto, coming from Australia. I loved reading it; it was almost as nice as finding a postsecret hidden in a book. Thank you!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>ha...ha....ha.....ha</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 25 Oct 2009 14:00:04 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ So I ask for the great applause for this poor Capricorn.<br />I hope you enjoy living in my shadow.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>i woke up near the sea</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 23 Oct 2009 16:45:48 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <sup>my motivation to take/post new pictures has been overridden by my lazy-i-haven't-slept-in-three-days-and-i'm-really-cold-right-now...ness.<br />expect new pictures tomorrow?<br /><br />ii.<br />edit* the uploader keeps failing on me.<br /><br /></sup> ]]></description>
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                <title>-</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 20 Oct 2009 07:52:42 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ At the site of a beautiful woman they feel nothing but<br />but anger, and her skin makes them sick in the night (nauseous, nauseous, nauseous)<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>my misery is so addictive</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 19 Oct 2009 12:41:12 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Don't bend. Don't blink. Don't beg. Don't scream. Don't whine. Don't fight. Don't tell me, don't tell me, don't tell me. Don't feel. Don't tear. Don't kiss. Don't care. Don't touch. Don't want me, don't want me, don't want me. Something's so sick about this; my misery is so addictive. I'm halfway there with your Northshore from the floor singing to you over my shoulder. Don't run, don't hide, don't hurt, don't lie, don't breathe, don't try; don't find me, don't find me, don't find me. Don't cringe, don't clench, don't look, don't flinch, don't know, don't go, don't leave me, don't leave me, don't leave me<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>my head is spinning tonight</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 17 Oct 2009 20:23:00 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <sup>ÂThe greatest mystery the universe offers is not life but size. Size encompasses life, and the Tower encompasses size. The child, who is most at home with wonder, says: Daddy, what is above the sky? And the father says: The darkness of space. The child: What is beyond space? The father: The galaxy. The child: Beyond the galaxy? The father: Another galaxy. The child: Beyond the other galaxies? The father: No one knows. You see? Size defeats us. For the fish, the lake in which he lives is the universe. What does the fish think when he is jerked up by the mouth through the silver limits of existence and into a new universe where the air drowns him and the light is blue madness? Where huge bipeds with no gills stuff it into a suffocating box abd cover it with wet weeds to die?"<br /><br /><br />(the people that I watch have all been deleted, I hope I can find all of you again.)<br /><br /></sup> ]]></description>
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                <title>thank you for the 7000 views.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 17 Oct 2009 15:52:21 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <sup>I'll never have to buy adjacent plots of earth.<br />We'll never have to rot together underneath dirt.<br />I'll never have to lose my baby in the crowd;<br />I should be laughing right now.<br /><br /></sup> ]]></description>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 13 Oct 2009 18:45:27 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Seriously, if I hear another word come out from someone's mouth telling me what I SHOULD DO, I'm going to fucking snap. I don't care what you think I should do, I'm finally fucking doing something to make myself happy. You don't know the fucking half of it so stop acting like you own me and stop acting like you can control my life and my feelings. I'm not in the fucking mood, I'm done with this.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>part my ribs like the sea.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 11 Oct 2009 19:27:42 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ unless you can part my ribs like the sea<br />and make stone beat, then there's no hope for me<br />unless the east never meets the west<br />unless you set my sin between your shoulderblades<br />and forget<br />part my ribs like the sea and change me<br />'cause stone doesn't beat<br />and rock hearts don't pump anything<br />but i've grown not to mind because at least<br />stone doesn't sling like blood<br />or spill like guts across the floor<br />where the bloodsuckers want more and more and more<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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