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        <pubDate>Mon, 14 Dec 2009 15:37:29 PST</pubDate>        
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                <title>firsts things firsts</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 14 Dec 2008 18:13:27 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ fly fellas fly<br />high<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~thunderxclese</author>
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                <title>wake me up</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 03 Nov 2008 10:30:11 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I got stuck in my dream last night<br /><br /><br />burnt out from the weekend<br />i want to go to cleveland<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~thunderxclese</author>
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                <title>new yoarkk</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 02 Oct 2008 10:38:26 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ is finding myself in the most interesting situations<br />is not sleeping until brooklyn<br />is cute shit all day every day<br />is tattooing boys<br />is art galleries<br />is legs on the wall <br />is recollections<br />is uptown girls<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>fusion</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 02 Aug 2008 10:58:28 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ so every year Parsons and FIT has a fashion show for undergrads called fusion.<br /><br />FIT is only picking 15 designers for their team. SHIT.<br />my wheels are turning but i have no idea what to design.<br />i need to make some good shit<br />within about 2 months<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>i want to be your eyes and show you</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 31 Jul 2008 22:15:06 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i had a big flashback<br /><br />it scared me<br /><br />August, floor, beeping, ER room, binders, wheelchairs, cold, sleeping, cat scans.  December, raining, liquids, IVs, dizzy, bruising, veins, awful humm of the tv, beeping, swelling, it's 4 am and my visitors have to wear special sanitary jumpsuits.<br /><br />I forget to appreciate things sometimes.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>i gotta get getting</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 21 Jul 2008 12:17:03 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i went to italy where everything was beautiful<br />i met a lot of interesting old people<br /><br />i come back home where everything is stagnant<br />but i met an italian boy who is adorable<br /><br />jake tells me all the things he does for amy<br />and it reminds me of my past<br />he sent me a song he wrote for her birthday<br />he talks about scents <br /><br />I'm afraid of liking this italian boy too much<br />because i have less than a month in this area<br />i dont want to put up walls though<br />i miss being treated nicely<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>ba ba ba baa</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 21 Jul 2008 11:33:06 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ here's to all the pretty words<br />we will never speak<br />here's to all the pretty girls<br />you're gonna meet<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>i am</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 20 May 2008 18:38:08 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ too.<br />I can understand how amy feels when she says she never does anything for herself anymore.<br />i can't be too selfish though<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>mrow</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 10 May 2008 08:11:30 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ my 16 year old ball of fluff is slowing down.<br />i always believed she'd live forever<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>im</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 08 May 2008 23:59:15 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm so awake its amazing<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~thunderxclese</author>
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                <title>aping</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 06 May 2008 08:20:03 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i'de rather leave at my prime than at a low, low.<br /><br />i'm ready to slither away<br />too many old and odd memories in this suburb<br /><br />growing like a flower, or a vine.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~thunderxclese</author>
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                <title>sponge cake flouncyy</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 21 Mar 2008 18:23:43 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i spent the day realizing that i don't have emotions like i used to.<br />maybe it's a thicker skin<br />i've been eating my vegetables<br /><br />my heart didn't flutter.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~thunderxclese</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 12 Mar 2008 18:45:55 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ No emotion was pure, because everything was mixed up with fear and hatred<br /><br /><br />I hate politics, but George Orwell has to be one of my favorite writers.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>this water in the glass is 12 hours old</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 09 Mar 2008 11:04:21 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I have a lot of bad days.<br /><br />migraines have come back<br /><br />I have a friend who tells me the truth<br />He says i have to be okay with myself being alone<br /><br />I get dizzy and flash back to the summer when he was in the Hamptons<br />I called him on the train and the tunnels would cut off our signal<br />I called to tell him, and he brought me back a wooden box<br />i feel a little nostalgic...i feel a lot nostalgic<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~thunderxclese</author>
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                <title>Topstitch</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 24 Feb 2008 19:37:28 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ what i thought was going to just be a small internship<br />could possibly be my first design job.<br />hello real world, that's your name, right?<br /><br />i guess i have to step it up<br />and forget about toooo many crazy antics<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>i have a tree</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 27 Jan 2008 07:13:34 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ not too long ago i was laying on my couch with a boy and i was just looking outside my window at the trees.  He asked me what i was thinking and i told him that i was wondering how high those trees were.  I lied.  I didn't care at the moment how high the trees were especially since i knew  the measurement.  I simply didn't feel like telling him what i was thinking.  I'm a multi-tasking thinker.  So many subjects go through my mind at a time and i can pick one and evaluate for hours about it, but i would rather keep that to myself, than tell someone who, in the long run, won't care and will forget.  <br />I mentioned the idea of the "long-run" yesterday at the mall with Sarah and Amy. <br /><br />"I don't care about the long run, I care about the now, hence why I don't run track"-Sarah Hewes, January 26, 2008.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>sweets</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 14 Jan 2008 15:01:27 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ FIT bound<br />
<br />
New york finally.<br />
<br />
the end of the school year, my old life, is on it's way.  It's slowly being pushed into my photo album of memories.<br />
<br />
and why the fuck was vampire weekend on MTV?!?!?<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~thunderxclese</author>
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                <title>my new love</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 13 Jan 2008 06:18:57 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ The first pot i made on the wheel, i gave to heather. It was a brown and neon green, lopsided, uneven mess of abstract glory. I loved that pot and i knew that she would too. Heather came first in my life. Always has, always will. The second pot i made took longer, and was small, because i kept messing up. I glazed it neon green and coral. They clash but go together so well. This is why i gave it to Ed. Ed took a while to get. Second try, and it's small. We clash, but fit in a goofy, weird way. The third pot i ever made is going to a boy named John. John is a random boy, a friend. He is the stranger that i would happily help out or be nice to. The pot that i am giving him is creatively representational of me. It is abstract, yet perfect. Even textured and glazed. He is the gateway into the world of people i don't know. He gets the full dosage of how i really am perceived by other people. The fourth pot i made was for Melissa. It's not that she's fourth in life, it's because she accepts that bestfriends can not always come first. I was getting used to the wheel, learning to love it. Her pot is classic, normal and refined. The fifth pot i made will go to steve. Steve is a handsome and classy boy. His is glazed in brown and maroon, because those are his favorite colors. Steve's pot was made to please him in its shape and colors. Steve is the boy that a girl changes for.<br />
I'm not sure if i will ever keep my pots for myself. I'm not sure if i'll ever keep my heart for myself. There's more people to give to, but time needs to be sliced up and divided evenly.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~thunderxclese</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 15 Aug 2007 18:42:57 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ when I woke up my mind flashed to Will.<br />
my mom standing over him telling him everything is alright when he woke up<br />
He cried.<br />
I wanted to cry, because he did, but then I saw no significance in it.<br />
I just breathed.<br />
the tiles were cold and I was tired.<br />
I apologized to the emt and he laughed.<br />
The nurse talked about horses and graphic design<br />
I would have cared if it wasn't 4 am.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~thunderxclese</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 13 Jul 2007 14:06:11 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I cannot find a happy medium.<br />
every choice i am making comes with a bitter consequence.<br />
I chose an action which lead me to lose one of my best friends.<br />
I miss him terribly.<br />
separating Pros and Cons do nothing to help.<br />
I am a mess.<br />
<br />
I hate who I've become.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~thunderxclese</author>
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                <title>polite</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 17 Jun 2007 11:31:28 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ a few months have passed and I'm noticing how happy i am.  The past was throwing stones at my window every night for some time now and i finally told him to shut the fuck up.  <br />
If you want to call it running away, do so. But i see it more as putting the past behind me. I'm done being upset and clinging on to [obviously] the wrong people.  <br />
<br />
I'm also realizing that i'm STILL in high school, which gives me a reason to have high school esque problems and drama.  I'm allowed to be immature [to a limit].  And i hope that such a high school mindset doesn't follow me when i graduate and leave high school.  I've noticed so much immaturity lately in elders.  Actions cannot be erased.  With maturity comes a responsibility to be polite and to carry manners.  Maybe some people weren't brought up introducing their friends to their parents, answering the phone correctly, keeping your elbows off the table...ect, ect.<br />
And to those people; it's time to learn.  <br />
This is Reality's bitch slap.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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