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        <pubDate>Sat, 05 Dec 2009 08:08:49 PST</pubDate>        
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                <title>Busy</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 04 Nov 2009 09:59:25 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Busy Busy Busy<br /><br />I should have some new work up early December, but I'm totally absorbed with school right now. I hope its worth the wait.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Just a note...</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 31 May 2009 06:16:11 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I updated my website. I will be posting some, but not all, of the work that can be found there on my account here on Devart over the next few days or so when I get the chance, but for the meantime you really should check it out and tell me what you think.<br /><br />Its listed down there in my information, so no excuses people.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~scazrelet</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 22 Apr 2005 13:31:31 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ This is me.<br /><br />This is my life, unfolding before me. I  am only here for the ride, to turn the  switches that alter the tracks, for  better or worse, on this hell of a  roller coaster. Sometimes its scary,  and the wheels screech horribly, but  god dammit its fun. Raise your hands to  the sky and scream till you are  breathless, and face it with eyes wide  open, framed by the hopes and dreams  you collect along the way.<br /><br />This is my journal entry. ]]></description>
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                <title>Complaints to a higher order...</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 07 Nov 2004 18:28:55 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Yay, someone read my journal entries! I  am not feeling very thoughtful right  now, for I am slowly fighting off a  demonic virus that is slowly draining  my life-force until I am nothing left  but a shell of a man... or woman,  rather. My mind feels like it is  underwater, listening to the world  throughs ears that hear in levels of  pain, and the tip of my spine aches,  shooting pains all throughout my skull.  Everything is more sensitive, though I  have to guess with smell, as my nose is  so clogged up. I dropped cold water on  my hand, and it actually hurt, like I  was burned. I hear that thu feel  exactly alike, severe burns and severe  cold. I would believe it. However, all  this... sensitivity comes to me through  receptors that feel half clogged, that  distort everything in a mind that is  only half aware of the world as it is.  What to do, what to do? I sleep for  hours, take asprin and vitamin C, and  hope I can make it to school tomorrow,  because I have a test Tuesday in  Calculus. And the world spins, and I  fall into unknowing... ]]></description>
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                <title>Is it this or that or another?</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 26 Jul 2004 23:38:17 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I don't know why I write such sweet  poetic nonsense here. Not many people  read it, and no one ever comments. I  linger over small trivialties in a  quest for the right sentence, the right  way to express my thoughts and desires,  my impressions of life. I try to  express in words what words are unable  to express. So just imagine instead,  that here before you lies the most soul  stirring, life changing prose you have  ever read, and that your entire view on  existence has been subtly altered by  the strangely thought-provoking wonder  it instills. With this wish I bury my  lingering failure to actually exhibit  such things to you, and lay my head  down to the earth, trying to call forth  the fleeing imagery I had wanted to  share with you in the eternal moments  ago. ]]></description>
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                <title>Regarding leaves</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 29 Dec 2003 11:03:22 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ A small leaf, fallen from the ancient  oaks above, slowly descends, landing in  a lake. Upon touching it's surface, it  sends off ripples, that begin to cover  the entire pond, causing endless chains  of action and effect. I somewhat envy  that single leaf and it's awesome  power, all due to circumstance beyond  anyone's control. Is it any different  than those that lie among the fern and  grass? No, I think not. <br />
Sometimes people are like leaves in  this respect, somehow effecting  everything around them, and never even  realizing. I see it happen sometimes,  and I watch and I listen, and see all  the leaves falling, creating ripples in  the world. ]]></description>
                <author>~scazrelet</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 20 Dec 2003 14:53:17 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I made a castle in the sand. It was so  beautiful, so intricate, so delicate.  And then I watched as the waves washed  it away, bit by bit, until there was  nothing left but an unidentifiable lump  of sand, like anywhere else on the  beach. It reminds me of my life  sometimes. I try so hard just to have  everything swept away, leaving only the  foundations. But as long as I have  something... <br />
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I start in again, making another castle. ]]></description>
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                <title>Something</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 05 Dec 2003 13:09:37 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Another entry... I got tired of looking  at that one.<br />
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The world has been treating me  strangely recently, and I'm not sure  what to make of it, or what to do. I  wish I had some answers. But I guess  that's normal, and my problems are no  different then anyone elses. But it  seems they are, and that they matter  more, and just don't understand why no  one else gets it. Heh. <br />
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Oh well. I'll live, move on, whatever.  We shall have to wait and see.<br />
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It always comes out in the wash. ]]></description>
                <author>~scazrelet</author>
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                <title>My first entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 09 Jan 2003 18:04:02 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I felt I needed to be devious, and make a journal entry, so I did. As  the subject states, this is my first entry. Yay. What to put down? I  submitted a pic today, looked at lots of art, made comments, found some  favorites, and all that jazz. Not much, really. I guess that is it  then. Though it doesn't have to be. i could just keep writing. But I  won't. I don't think anyway. Maybe I will. Or I will just stop. But not  there. I should probably end this foolishness. Allright. Out. ]]></description>
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