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                <title>The End</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 19 Nov 2009 18:04:29 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ This is the end<br />Beautiful friend<br />This is the end<br />My only friend, the end<br />Of our elaborate plans, the end<br />Of everything that stands, the end<br />No safety or surprise, the end<br />I'll never look into your eyes...again<br />Can you picture what will be<br />So limitless and free<br />Desperately in need...of some...stranger's hand<br />In a...desperate land<br />Lost in a Roman...wilderness of pain<br />And all the children are insane<br />All the children are insane<br />Waiting for the summer rain, yeah<br />There's danger on the edge of town<br />Ride the King's highway, baby<br />Weird scenes inside the gold mine<br />Ride the highway west, baby<br />Ride the snake, ride the snake<br />To the lake, the ancient lake, baby<br />The snake is long, seven miles<br />Ride the snake...he's old, and his skin is cold<br />The west is the best<br />The west is the best<br />Get here, and we'll do the rest<br />The blue bus is callin' us<br />The blue bus is callin' us<br />Driver, where you taken' us<br />The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on<br />He took a face from the ancient gallery<br />And he walked on down the hall<br />He went into the room where his sister lived, and...then he<br />Paid a visit to his brother, and then he<br />He walked on down the hall, and<br />And he came to a door...and he looked inside<br />Father, yes son, I want to kill you<br />Mother...I want to...WAAAAAA<br />C'mon baby,--------- No "take a chance with us"<br />C'mon baby, take a chance with us<br />C'mon baby, take a chance with us<br />And meet me at the back of the blue bus<br />Doin' a blue rock<br />On a blue bus<br />Doin' a blue rock<br />C'mon, yeah<br />Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill<br />This is the end<br />Beautiful friend<br />This is the end<br />My only friend, the end<br />It hurts to set you free<br />But you'll never follow me<br />The end of laughter and soft lies<br />The end of nights we tried to die<br />This is the end<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>When the truth is found to be lies</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 07 Oct 2009 07:36:05 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ It's late. Let me say this:<br /><br />Writing is really hard sometimes. <br /><br />I've been doing lots of stuff, lots of stuff has been happening, but I still can't seem to get anything to come from my mind and come to rest neatly and succinctly on the page.<br /><br />Also I'm thirsty.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>So breathe on, little sister, like a fool</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 16 Aug 2008 07:16:32 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Work is over.<br /><br />Jolly nice.<br /><br />I am the lamentably lazy lord of lethargic leisure.<br /><br />That was a struggle.<br /><br />There is space in my home so there is space in my mind, my body and my soul. My world is open.<br /><br />Feng Shui is bullshit, There is no unified theory of making your surrounds make you feel better, but there is a definite payoff for shifting and adjusting until your chakras align.<br /><br />I am an ethereal, invincible, elastic, extraexistential being... <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />...And it is all thanks to my new hammock.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Humans as ornaments! Humans as ornaments!</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 16 Feb 2008 04:11:48 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ So, I live in Parramatta now. Also I go to AIM. It is swell.<br /><br />So my point for this week is...<br /><br />I am out of the loop, so when shit goes down you need to let me know.<br /><br />Case in point:<br /><br />Scott, you and Charli? Since when? That's awesome dude! Have this high five... <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/h/highfive.gif" width="45" height="20" alt=":highfive:" title="High-five!" /><br /><br />Bevin isn't broke this week? Incredible.<br /><br />I think I make it abundantly clear that I have no idea what goes down.<br /><br />Also, while you're telling me things, why not ask me about how I am going? It's fun to communicate.<br /><br />And remember, safety dance isn't as safe as they say it is.<br /><br /><br />P.S. I walked through a glass door and now I have a cool scar on my hand. Chicks dig it.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>You can dance to the rhythm you can dance to the m</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 21 Dec 2007 18:08:46 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Just two quick notes.<br />
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1.) I have a job now, at a restaurant in Berrima, they are stupidly generous with their pay, but I'm not complaining.<br />
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2.) I got into bachelor of music at AIM. I know I didn't mention I was trying out earlier, but I did. I went and sang a couple of songs and a scale or two and gave them a CV and the silly buggers let me in.<br />
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Thank you.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Sex is violent!</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 08 Aug 2007 05:52:41 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Buenos noches muchachos e muchachas!<br />
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I have nothing to say, and on this note I shall begin:<br />
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I dig music, you know? I dig it. Ken says I have no ambition. While I was working at the firm I was getting sort of ten bucks an hour for proper work while caedyn would get 4 figures every now and then for being at college in America. America is cheaper and he does no work, I think this affected my work ethic. That's not the issue though. Do you want something? Like, really want it? Tell me about it. Are you embarrassed to want it? Tell me, I like to know. I wish I was more spiteful. Spite seems to make people rich, which is good news for Scott, the most spiteful man of all time. I can see Scott coming back to life just to spite the undertaker. What a great guy. I want things, I'm embarrassed. I'm finding work difficult. Not doing it, getting it. I got a job at a restaurant the other day. Working the bar, sweet gig. Bastards won't give me any shifts. Even when I get work, I don't get WORK. I don't understand it, at some stage this run has got to end. Maybe I should just die in a gutter somewhere, bloated, blue and cold. Is that being a bit melodramatic? I think so. A bit of melodrama now and again isn't something to be scoffed at, I think we should all work towards more ridiculous love scenes, outrageous arguments, silly depressive episodes. Are we a passionate people? I doubt it. We all seem a little content, you know? I've never been to Italy, but they seem quite passionate about things. Also France, they know how to protest. We're far too polite as a nation. I think we should all start writing angry letters, all the time. Whenever anyone does anything wrong, angry letter. Whenever they do good, positive letter. Not too often though, I guess, or we'll start writing angry letters to people because they wrote a crap letter. I love salami. I like to write songs sometimes. Did I tell you that Jason got an 8 track recorder? It's awesome, he puts down 5 guitar tracks, I play a bit of bass and then struggle to make the vocal heard in the mix. Go to <a href="http://www.myspace.com/speedballheartattack">[link]</a> to find out what I mean. But that guy is great, I think he's read the manual now and everything. Scott didn't get the house, which sucks, because it would have ruled being able to just walk over the hill to visit him. That guy is great too. I used to be a real prick. I'm still a prick, but I was a real bastard. It seems that sometimes I'm wrong these days. I never used to be, what a prick that guy was. Passion! We need to be a bit more passionate I think. Maybe start using a bit of spice in our food. Why is safron so expensive? I love that stuff but it's not cheap. At. All. I have a job interview tomorrow at 9.30am so I should probably go to bedtown. Yes, I will, but I will sleep passionately. Naked and under a sheet, no doona. Yes. Good plan. Also I get to see the Shins tomorrow, I like them, although they could probably stand to be a little more passionate too. We'll see. Good night.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>You don't care for me, I don't care abou</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 11 Feb 2007 19:55:31 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ So I know this guy, his name is Jason. Stone. Cold. Guiterrorist.<br />
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Now if you ask me what I think about Scott and his philosophies, all I can say is that boy needs a can of Jamp installed. And although he invented that word, I gave it a definition.<br />
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Flurtigig.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>A Character</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 16 Jan 2007 17:15:39 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <b>Prof. Dr. Wilhelm von Trausers</b><br />
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What would your character do if they where:<br />
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1. Glomp Attacked:<br />
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Probably trip over or do something awkward in order to apologise for engineering such a super strain of glomp in the first place.<br />
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2. Kissed on the cheek:.<br />
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Blush and stammer.<br />
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3. Butt Pinched/Grabbed:<br />
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Get confused and trip over again.<br />
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What would your character do when:<br />
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1. A huge Comet/Rock/Space Colony was rushing to earth:<br />
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Suddenly leap into action and prove that physical coordination isn't necessary to save the world, just the ability to engineer a super strain of Comet/Rock/Space Colony eating bacteria.<br />
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2. A huge water monster was destroying the city:<br />
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Reengineer the monster to not destroy this particular city, but another one. Probably in Poland.<br />
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3. The police arrest him/her for something he/she didn't do:<br />
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Due to the efficiency of the German police force this would never happen, however if he were abroad it would warrant deportation in accordance with one of those efficient German prisoner transfer treaties, at which point the efficient German authorities would rectify the error.<br />
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How would your character react to:<br />
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1.Death of a friend:<br />
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Reanimating the friend's corpse and telling them they were simply in a highly efficient coma.<br />
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2.Someone fell in love with your character:<br />
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Probably more awkwardness.<br />
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3. If a friend turned evil on your character:<br />
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Shoestein, his equal best coleague, (Germans don't have friends) is evil. That's why we love him.<br />
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Your character has fallen in love, how would they express it in the following ways?:<br />
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1. Shower them with gifts?:<br />
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Probably engineering some kind of romantic bacterium that each perform a different efficient romantic task.<br />
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2. Try and make them fall in love with your character through flirting/romancing?:<br />
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Stammer, blush, trip over things, be generally awkward.<br />
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3. Wait and see what the future holds?:<br />
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In the future, there will be robots.<br />
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Your character's last words:<br />
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"So logically, this conduit should go into this circuit, here." Followed by a loud electrical bang.<br />
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von Trausers is no technical wizz. <br />
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Devastatingly effective geneticist, rubbish with hardware.<br />
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Man, we need to make a new one of these. Hey Scott, you reckon while we make the Western we should start on a season of German science shorts? von Trausers, Shoestein and Stanworth back in the spotlight. Aw yeah!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Where is the heartbeat coming from?</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 26 Dec 2006 05:57:27 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Hi there.<br />
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Just thought I'd mention how awful I feel right now. I thank you for your patience.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Keep on struttin'... bugerk!</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 10 Oct 2006 00:57:22 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ My head hurts and it feels like my face is coming off.<br />
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In brighter news, I'm utterly fantastic! I just don't feel it.<br />
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Shower me with praise.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Snipping snipping snipping goes the scissor man</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 19 Aug 2006 23:15:33 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ ...<br />
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                <title>I'll be your ether, you'll breathe me in</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 08 Aug 2006 00:49:56 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I wonder.<br />
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I do you know.<br />
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I'm not quite as shallow as I may look.<br />
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I am just as superficial, however.<br />
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Actually that's also not true, but I'm definitely vain, self centred and unmanagable.<br />
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But the bottom line is I'm <br />
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FANTASTIC <br />
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to be around.<br />
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-----<br />
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I have a few points I need to make.<br />
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The nakedest photos of me on the internet are now available at my MySpace, if you'd care to ask for the address<br />
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Jason is back from Mexico for which, I'm sure, we're all greatful<br />
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I'm not Hadley's girlfriend, despite what his oh so witty graffiti on that Sid Vicious photo of me says. (Kudos to Kat Fitzpatrick for pointing that one out to dear ol' Jason)<br />
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Mike Williams is pretty much my favourite person drunk based on frequency and behaviour, although I've never been drunk with Jason so, we'll see. Ditto Rog.<br />
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Has anyone seen my brother? We left him at Sydney International Airport earlier this year and I haven't seen him since. We're all missing him a great deal and my mother is worried sick. Any information should be emailed. Ditto anyone needing the address to those nearly naked photos of me.<br />
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Thank you for your time. ]]></description>
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                <title>It's never over, my kingdom for a kiss upon her sh</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 18 Jul 2006 23:53:23 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Ach! I'm such an awful person. Seriously.<br />
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I'm not really going into it here, but I am awful.<br />
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It's ok though. It seems worth being awful, you know? I would sacrifice my respectability and value as a human for... well.<br />
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That was almost romantic-<br />
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-Geordie Copper: Cut that out! We'll have none o' that here!<br />
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Sorry officer.<br />
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I really do... I dunno what, but I do, I really do.<br />
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Monty Python's Quest For The Holy Grail will never be the same again...<br />
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<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/n/number1.gif" width="35" height="31" alt=":#1:" title="#1" /><br />
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Well that was inappropriate. ]]></description>
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                <title>Don't it make you feel bad when you try to find ya</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 14 Jun 2006 00:29:01 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I really like Danita<br />
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With Scott, I mean.<br />
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I really like them together.<br />
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I'm flattered that Scott got paranoid, but he was right it calling me a jerk. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)" /> I don't want to tread on anyone's toes.<br />
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I'm behaving myself now. Like a proper little gentleman<br />
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This may be a little too candid...<br />
...Too late now<br />
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I like Danita for Scott, they go well together.<br />
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Danita sings. Scott pretends to.<br />
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Danita plays wind instruments. Scott pretends to.<br />
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Furthermore, Danita lives on my street. So if I want to commit an indescretion with one of Scott's friends, The Nita can come up the hill to distract him.<br />
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Things are pretty good...<br />
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...Fuck I'm an awful person. ]]></description>
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                <title>Enter Pattie Valentine from the upper hall</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 06 May 2006 03:24:27 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ The bizarre implications of life are so profound, so far reaching, that I've only just begun to appreciate the absurdity of it all myself.<br />
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Imagine what the Universe thought when the first amino acids combined in chains to form rudimentary single cellular organisms.<br />
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"Bugger me!" It said, "This can only end badly"<br />
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Child birth can only be the invention of a man if God is a misogynist, but as God is allegedly all loving he is either a she or non-existent and it just happens to be the obvious fluke of nature that it is.<br />
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"Bugger me!" Said the universe "Have you seen how these things multiply? No nebulae here me old mate."<br />
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What a strange and interesting thing humanity is.<br />
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Well at least I am.<br />
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Or so I'm told. ]]></description>
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                <title>Saw you last night, danced by the light of the moo</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 29 Apr 2006 22:34:19 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ What's expression? Really.<br />
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Why do we feel that painting, dancing, singing, writing are what we need to express ourselves? Surely our deeds and words alone are enough of a self expression?<br />
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The act of artistic expression is, in itself, an expression of our creative nature, but the contents of such expression really adds no extra dimension.<br />
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I'm probably way off here, actually.<br />
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It's really a very valid form of expression, isn't it?<br />
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But the question remains.<br />
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Why?<br />
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It's vanity really... Vanity is an admirable personality trait. It's an expression of optimism. We all need some optimism.<br />
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It's vanity because we only express ourselves to show others who we are, and therefore the point of such artistic expression is so others will see it. We assume they will spend their valuable time evaluating our pursuits when they could be expressing themselves.<br />
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I will leave you with a quote by Oscar Wilde on why one should keep a journal:<br />
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"So that one has something sensational to read on the train" ]]></description>
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                <title>When you were young and your heart was an open boo</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 26 Apr 2006 22:26:48 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Mood:  Whoreish<br />
Listening to: Live and Let Die - Wings<br />
Reading: The Ode Less Travelled - Stephen Fry<br />
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If I were a month, I would be: September<br />
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If I were a day of the week, I would be: Sunday<br />
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If I were a time of day, I would be: 4:14am<br />
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If I were a planet, I would be: Huge<br />
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If I were a sea animal, I would be: Saltwater Crocodile<br />
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If I were a direction, I would be: North<br />
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If I were a piece of furniture, I would be: On Someone's Lawn<br />
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If I were a sin, I would be: Lust<br />
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If I were a historical figure I would be: Me<br />
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If I were a liquid, I would be: Semen<br />
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If I were a stone, I would be: Opal<br />
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If I were a tree, I would be: Baobab<br />
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If I were a bird, I would be: Penguin<br />
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If I were a tool, I would be: Joel<br />
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If I were a flower/plant, I would be: Lotus<br />
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If I were a kind of weather, I would be: Overcast with a bitter wind<br />
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If I were a mythical creature, I would be: Centaur<br />
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If I were a musical instrument, I would be: For Sale<br />
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If I were an animal, I would be: Human<br />
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If I were a colour, I would be: Orange<br />
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If I were an emotion, I would be: Confusion<br />
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If I were a vegetable, I would be: Hellen Keller<br />
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If I were a sound, I would be: Music<br />
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If I were an element, I would be: Carbon<br />
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If I were a car, I would be: Landrover County<br />
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If I were a song, I would be: Dancing Queen - ABBA<br />
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If I were a movie, I would be: Unavailable at Blockbuster<br />
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If I were a book, I would be written by: Me<br />
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If I were a food, I would be: Delicious<br />
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If I were a place, I would be: For Sale<br />
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If I were a taste, I would be: Food<br />
<br />
If I were a scent, I would be: Sweet<br />
<br />
If I were a religion, I would be: Atheism<br />
<br />
If I were a word, I would be: Grease<br />
<br />
If I were a body part, I would be: Exposed on a Regular Basis<br />
<br />
If I were a facial expression, I would be: Smirking knowingly<br />
<br />
If I were a subject in school, I would be: Drama<br />
<br />
If I were a cartoon character, I would be: Me<br />
<br />
If I were a shape, I would be a: Person shape<br />
<br />
If I were a number, I would be: 8<br />
<br />
If I were an item of clothing, I would be: a leather bikini<br />
<br />
If I were a piece of jewellery, I would be: a peace chain<br />
<br />
If I were a clothing accessory, I would be: irrellevant<br />
<br />
If I were a circus or carnival performer, I would be: a clown<br />
<br />
Noone gets tagged. I choose not to burden anyone with the pain of a thing. ]]></description>
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                <title>Can you say brainwashing? b-b-b-b-brainwashing</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 13 Mar 2006 01:18:32 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ How many people here are terrified by humanity?<br />
<br />
I'm not. I think people are ace.<br />
<br />
However! I'm terrified by the state of mind many of us are in...<br />
<br />
I refer, of course, to Israel and Palestine. I don't like to generalise, because I know so many people on both sides yearn for compromise and peace.<br />
<br />
BUT<br />
<br />
How many zealots will it take for the people to realise that the lunacy on both sides, the sheer insanity of both sides, will be the death of them all.<br />
<br />
I mean, you have to ask. Is it peace they're looking for? Really? Sometimes you must doubt it, seriously DOUBT IT.<br />
<br />
When I see Palestinians calling for the total annihalation of the Zionist state, and Jewish children claim that all Arabs are evil... That spanks of a cultural problem, ingrained deep into the shared psyche of the populace.<br />
<br />
Who will save the Middle East? ]]></description>
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                <title>I won't ask for Mercy, I choose to walk alone</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 02 Mar 2006 01:35:56 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ There are some very messed up things that happen.<br />
<br />
Wrong, wrong things.<br />
<br />
There's a reason our laws exist.<br />
<br />
Oh, around this point I should probably point out that I'm no anarchist. I may disagree with our system... But no order? That's trouble.<br />
<br />
Actually. I'll leave that there. I think I'll try some other topic before I go overboard<br />
<br />
I fear I may be about to slip back into works of adolescent romantic angst poetry. There's nothing wrong with that (I lie, there's so much wrong with that I didn't want to say because it'd take so long to list the reasons), but I dont like it, not at all.<br />
<br />
That which I see lacks sincerity, credibility and above all, merit. There's no value in these purile ravings of the nauseous kind.<br />
<br />
I'm glad my singing teacher is on the mend.<br />
<br />
I'm evading what I'm really trying to say here. I don't want to come out with it because I'm scared I'll get myself hurt.<br />
<br />
If I were ever going to get someone, I mean really "get" them, I'd use a knife. That way we all have dignity. Guns for show, knives for a pro! Only use guns to shut people up. Never actually pull the trigger.<br />
<br />
The plural of poof is pooves.<br />
<br />
OK! That's enough! Look. I'm Angry, Confused, and not a little Worried on the account of a person who I shaln't name here (hereon known as X). X has been very naughty. Amongst other devious, devious (and not in a bohemian, deviantART way) deeds, X makes things up, then pretends they're real life occurences. X has no rhythm. X is a psychopath, basically. And having posted this I now fear for my personal safety... Maybe I won't post it. No, I will! X be damned! (X is already damned)<br />
<br />
A few of X's friends are my friends. X manipulates my friends. X is a malignant force. X must be stopped.<br />
<br />
But moving right along.<br />
<br />
Erm... Girl trouble? No, there's never trouble <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)" /><br />
<br />
That sounded sleazy... Get over it.<br />
<br />
Jason's wee girlfriend is doing alright. She seems to have him pretty pleased with himself most of the time.<br />
<br />
It's been a while since I had a proper girlfriend. Mainly just people I keep around. I'm an awful person. I like that security, at any moment in the day I can just stop and sigh and smile broadly to myself. It makes me tingle.<br />
<br />
I'm glad evolution saw males and females diverge at such a late stage in development.<br />
<br />
I've been going for a while. Anyone who's made it this far... I salute you! Tell me your favourite bit.<br />
<br />
I love metal. I really do. Megadeth is simply wonderful. I really like the whole 80's metal and punk scenes, I just resent the highjacking of the fashion by Emo culture.<br />
<br />
Goddamn Emos.<br />
<br />
Ella Hooper's wonderful (on a mostly unrelated topic).<br />
<br />
Never ask anyone out over the internet. That includes you, Gabe from <a href="http://www.penny-arcade.com">[link]</a><br />
<br />
I have never done this, I consider it evil.<br />
<br />
Child molestation is evil.<br />
<br />
Hell, statutory is evil, and the victims are mainly people who really could have an idea of what they want.<br />
<br />
Evil. There's a fascinating concept.<br />
<br />
Evil is not minding human lives wasted utterly while you play politics to appear strong to your people and reject their greatest chance for peace. That's evil.<br />
<br />
Don't worry, I'll keep the political stuff rolling. I'm doing the same english (and drama) as <a href="http://hammertime.deviantart.com/">[link]</a> so there'll be alot of poetry coming through, very political, very soon. Critique me. God please critique me. Be vicious but realistic. Appreciate it for what it is then offer suggestions for improvement to what it is.<br />
<br />
I've been going for really a very long time. I think it's time to sign off.<br />
<br />
Girl Germs are the Best!<br />
<br />
Mmm Mmm... Scott's Cousin Kim!<br />
<br />
Good evening. ]]></description>
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                <title>Goodnight, goodnight, sweet baby</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 06 Dec 2005 23:15:24 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ For my name is Jealous, and I am a jealous god.<br />
<br />
Jealous? HA! Your God sucks!<br />
<br />
I have made jealosy an art form.<br />
<br />
Jealousy doesn't just subside in me, it sticks around. waiting for another dose to come and bolster its potency.<br />
<br />
I don't get jealous. I get paranoid, insecure and angry.<br />
<br />
You won't like me when I'm angry.<br />
<br />
Do I seem self obsessed? I'm that too.<br />
<br />
I shouldn't have friends. It's bad for me. ]]></description>
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                <title>All that you buy, beg, borrow or steal</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 29 Nov 2005 21:38:11 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ There is a god, maybe, not necessarily one of a Judeo-Islamic-Christian persuasion either. It could be a Flying Spaghetti Monster, it may be my Tao or my Karma. Nonetheless, whoever or whatever it is, it's coming between me and my hungry, hungry adolescent loins.<br />
<br />
Let's look at this in cryptic reminscence form. (names withheld for legal reasons)<br />
<br />
BANG! (or more accurately pop)<br />
<br />
There it goes. Ripper, something cool to tell the fellas when I get home. Then... fuck all (or more accurately none) for, christ, a year maybe? Then it all comes (npi) together in quick succession. Fireside delights with ***, Best-Friend-Side delights with ********* and to top it all off, the promise of a potential proper girlfriend. Now, a proper girlfriend may not sound like much, but it's a far cry from the life of random liasons I've been living. Empty sex is excellent, but nowhere near as socially difficult as girlfriends.<br />
<br />
Now, all this gear is lovely. But seriously now, all at once is easily enough to leave a simple country boy like myself in a serious reality vacuum. You've no idea how confused I am.<br />
<br />
As such, I am now putting the Confusion Incarnate ID up.<br />
<br />
Thank you for your time. ]]></description>
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                <title>All we are are leaves that fall</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 18 Oct 2005 00:00:43 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ A healthy dose of self centredness is imperative to the proper functioning of all human beings. Without it  we become too wonderful and splinter into non-being, shattering like so many dull, faceless vases.<br />
<br />
Let's face it, we all need to be selfish sometimes<br />
<br />
Most of the time<br />
<br />
Conceit is the route of all evil<br />
<br />
-Jealousy, Greed, Fashion & Love-<br />
<br />
But to name a few<br />
<br />
Without which we cannot function<br />
<br />
Man's lowlife, crawling scummery makes it great.<br />
<br />
We are the worst, this is why we succeed as a species. ]]></description>
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                <title>Watch me unravel, I'll soon be naked</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 17 Oct 2005 01:22:43 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Can we conceive of a world where Love is celebrated?<br />
I mean, truly celebrated?<br />
Is it within mankind's capabilities?<br />
Surely Love is not under governmental control, subject to the system.<br />
Celebrate Love.<br />
Celebrate Sexuality.<br />
Love isn't a choice, it's a right.<br />
The right to love whom we will,<br />
When we will,<br />
How we will.<br />
Love is a right, reciprocation a privelege.<br />
We choose to ban love,<br />
Does that make any sense?<br />
Man and Woman, Woman and Woman, Man and Man...<br />
<br />
...All is Love ]]></description>
                <author>~tinmanthegreat</author>
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                <title>There is no God, but the rain keeps falling</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 30 Aug 2005 03:05:38 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Every now and then I feel like everything will be alright.<br />
<br />
<br />
Had one of those moments today. Two actually.<br />
<br />
One being a spontaneous bout of euphoria during an english lesson.<br />
<br />
But the second was the most significant, I feel. <br />
I was listening to Imagine by John Lennon and a female acquaintance of mine was announcing how horny she is. I know how sleazy that may sound, but I think it's a beautiful thing, to be reaffirmed in the World's sex drive. It's a powerful, wonderfully energetic force in the Universe.<br />
<br />
Perhaps one day I'll understand what I'm saying, and then, perhaps, we can find peace.<br />
<br />
Perhaps... ]]></description>
                <author>~tinmanthegreat</author>
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                <title>I like to taunt I like to tease!</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 27 Aug 2005 23:01:50 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ It's evolution baby!!!<br />
<br />
<br />
"Give the boy a week, he'll evolve"<br />
<br />
Damn straight he'll evolve! Check out my latest stuff... HOW RUDE AM I?! <br />
<br />
Sometimes I surprise even myself. I have another yet to be submitted, Sort of cross between Bruckheimer and Tarantino. Violent as shite.<br />
<br />
Back to the studio... ]]></description>
                <author>~tinmanthegreat</author>
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                <title>If I go outside I'll feel much better.</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 12 Aug 2005 04:59:45 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Sometimes I get scared.<br />
That's not true. I'm always Scared.<br />
Sometimes I become more afraid.<br />
War. Poverty. Disease. Religion.<br />
I'm afraid of the real world.<br />
I'm surprised when people are openly hostile to one another.<br />
It seems to go against every fibre in my being.<br />
I act in defense, but there's no intention there.<br />
I shouldn't be this scared.<br />
Somewhere we went wrong.<br />
It needs fixing.<br />
Eurovision was a good start.<br />
Replace war with a battle of the bands.<br />
Give the world to the artists and the peaceful.<br />
The World should not be run by politicians.<br />
<br />
Sometimes something happens and I feel like everything will be alright.<br />
It's a reflex.<br />
Sanity protection v2.0<br />
Love and Music can save us, and will.<br />
There was a time the world could have been saved.<br />
We had a shot at change.<br />
We rejected Lady Change for hubris and greed.<br />
I still have hope.<br />
But sometimes I get scared. ]]></description>
                <author>~tinmanthegreat</author>
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                <title>Not ready to see you yet</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 10 Aug 2005 01:19:12 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I welcome you to make personal attacks, but please, if you do make a personal attack, attack me in person. I am aware that, due to geographical inconveniences, many of you will be unable to make attacks on me in person, you may consider yourselves the exception. Everyone else, I expect you to come up to me and see if you can make me cry. Thank You. ]]></description>
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                <title>It burns inside of me</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 01 Aug 2005 05:23:30 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Sorry kids, but I'm jumping on the Jark bandwagon. <br />
<br />
What can I say? It's the right thing to do.<br />
<br />
Go show your support... <a href="http://jark.deviantart.com">[link]</a> <a href="http://www.t52.org/">[link]</a><br />
<br />
And don't stop questioning until the truth has been revealed.<br />
<br />
<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/j/jark-large.gif" width="36" height="44" alt=":jarklarge:" title="jark (deviantART's Resident Yellow Alien)" />            <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/j/jark-large.gif" width="36" height="44" alt=":jarklarge:" title="jark (deviantART's Resident Yellow Alien)" />         <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/j/jark-large.gif" width="36" height="44" alt=":jarklarge:" title="jark (deviantART's Resident Yellow Alien)" />                 <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/j/jark-large.gif" width="36" height="44" alt=":jarklarge:" title="jark (deviantART's Resident Yellow Alien)" /> ]]></description>
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                <title>I'm naked and I'm far from home</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 27 Jul 2005 00:21:42 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Wilhelm Von Trausers is in a quandry. I'm bored, lonely, my back hurts, I'm being over worked by stupid school and worst of all dad thinks I'm bi-polar.<br />
<br />
I'll get through it. ]]></description>
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                <title>I, I Found Out!</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 23 May 2005 22:26:55 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ All this week is half-yearly exams  which means basically one and a half  hour days. What it really means is  between half to one hour's work, and  then another half to one hour's bludge,  in which time much is done. A hilarious  movie poster and an inquiry into  knowledge have both been ejaculated out  of my mind onto the page in the past  two days. Quality shit too. The poster  is in my scraps, but here's the  inquiry:<br />
<br />
"Because we can write reams and reams  about how we feel and never come any  closer to the truth. We'll never  understand ourselves anymore than we'll  understand anyone else. Sure, we may  learn to predict our responses and  such, but understanding is both  impossible and also comes at a price  none of us can afford. The moment you  understand yourself it may mean you  know better than anyone else, but it  removes the mystery. And understanding  reveals both sides. The positive and  the negative. Do you want to know about  people's dysfunctions, neuroses? I  didn't think so. I know it may sound  very self important, But people are  very complex, difficult to understand  beings. And that's where the beauty  comes from. Who cares how we behave?  That counts for bugger all compared to  how we don't behave. It's what remains  unseen, concealed beneath the surface  that makes you interesting. So never  let that side of you go. Feel, Dream,  LIVE DAMMIT! And then keep it from  others, remain aloof, but share  yourself too. People do care because  they feel exactly the same. They have  the same superfluouties beneath the  surface, and they want to know.<br />
<br />
Maybe I Understand More Than I Think... ]]></description>
                <author>~tinmanthegreat</author>
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                <title>God help me please, on my knees</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 27 Apr 2005 03:18:07 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ awesome<br /><br />Well, lemme see, It was Caedyn's  birthday on the 24th and he wanted dad  to send him a bunch of his (dad's)  paintings, so I scanned 'em and  compressed 'em and sent 'em. Then I  thought dad might like to join  deviantART. So I set up his account for  him and away he went. It's brilliant  and he's a really good artist too <a href="http://kenstinson.deviantart.com">[link]</a>  . So anyways. Doin' stuff, lemme  see... uhh. Oh! I saw MegadetH, they  were awesome. If you search "Megadeth"  in the search box you'll either get two  pictures from the show I went to (not  taken by me) UNSW roundhouse, april  15th , or a message saying "search for  subscribers only". Yeh, cya later huh?<br /><br />friggin awesome ]]></description>
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                <title>Oh! Tell me where are you hidden?</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 17 Mar 2005 02:39:38 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ At last, a life with purpose.<br />
<br />
As you may or may not know, I'm in a  band. This band has no name, and no  songs (they're written, but without  tunes or having ever been played). But  I'm committed. There's nothing else I'd  love to do with my life than have my  message spread through the medium of  sound. I've never committed to anything  before, ironically the victims of my  non-comittal were mostly musical  instruments, however my voice is my  champion, the words my weapon, and with  my team we're gonna kick arse. I owe it  to everyone I've ever met, not least of  all myself. I could never handle the  real world. Fake and easy is all I've  ever known, so anything else would kill  me...<br />
<br />
AND I WANT TO LIVE! ]]></description>
                <author>~tinmanthegreat</author>
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                <title>Been Arrested by the Mind Cops</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 13 Mar 2005 23:25:48 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Walkin' along with two Kyngdons, with  my hands in my pocket<br />
The boy is my best friend, and the  girl: I wanna...<br />
<br />
Oh dear, Mr. Sleazebag strikes again.  Just one of many improvised tunes I've  come up with this week. I love to  improvise little songs, it's like  freestyle rap... except it's cool.  Seriously, two words and away I go...  Or a situation, like the example above.<br />
<br />
Anyways, back to stuff. Ummm<br />
<br />
New Featured deviation: Cause and Cure  pt II. Jason liked it so much and I  sorta think it's cool so what the hell,  eh!<br />
<br />
Umm, Apparently my French is really  good (according to no less than: Carly  (friend), Miss Sanderson (drama  teacher), Miss McAlpine (english  teacher) and Bevin (drummer)), Which is  a surprise to me, because I don't speak  a word of it... Well, maybe 6 or 7, or  12, I'm not really sure, hold on...  6+4+4+3+11+4, lemme see, that's 32...  HOORAY! 32 word vocabulary... go me!  But my pronunciation is really good.  This is mainly because I am, an ACTOR!  (ho hum). And as an actor I must be  able to slip into a series of guises at  a moments notice... French, Irish,  Scottish, English (about 5 regions of  England) German, French, American  (quite a few regions there too),  Canadian, Swedish, Indian, Pakistani  (subtley different to Indian)... Well,  the list goes on, and this is more of a  self gratification session than  anything else, so I won't bore you with  details...<br />
<br />
...I've been listening to Tchaikovsky  lately. ]]></description>
                <author>~tinmanthegreat</author>
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                <title>I can't rest in war</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 27 Feb 2005 03:32:36 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Good golly hooray!<br />
<br />
SHE ASKED ME TO KIDNAP HER!!!<br />
<br />
<br />
Oh joyous of glorious joys!<br />
<br />
<br />
I never never knew that I could feel so  good, smilin', your eyes <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)" /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Just want to spoil it...</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 18 Feb 2005 02:51:33 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm worried. Scott seemed really down  today (Ooh, how perceptive am I?!) At  first it was just him being really  mellow, but then he lost it and punched  Jason over a little feather rustling he  gave Scott about his hat (whether he  should wear it as a beret or a slouch).  This was when I knew the usually  neutral Scott had something serious he  was dealing with at the time, so I made  like an astronaut and gave him space. I  asked him about it in history but he  didn't want to talk about it, with his  usual, matter-of-fact wit, "No, I'd  rather let it stew inside me until I  explode". Still, I'm worried about the  big fella, it scares me when Scott's  not being the jolly guy we all require  to keep our sane fibres together.  That's not to say Scott isn't entitled  to down-time, well actually it is, but  I'm worried. ]]></description>
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                <title>Don't Kid Yourself</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 15 Feb 2005 22:52:54 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Charm is sleaze with a friendly smile.<br />
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Jealousy is injustice criticised.<br />
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Nick is an unjust sleazebag.<br />
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It's bullshit, I'm being buttonholed to  a title less than "The Perfect Human"  that I really am, simply because of  some delinquent's self indulgent  dillusions. Wife Beater. "Give me five  minutes I could have anyone turned on"  Nice try buddy. This reminds me of  another injustice in CO6. Jason's  attack on Australian Aborigines: "They  deserved everything they got from white  settlers... because they are inferior"  Nice one Hitler. You do realise the  Australian Aborigines were the original  human settlers of South America, that's  where the mighty Mayans and Aztecs come  from (It's genetic man, you can't deny  it now) you don't think they're  inferior. He went so far as to describe  my bloodline as "Tainted" because of  the intermingling of so many  backgrounds, including Aboriginal.<br />
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It pisses me off.<br />
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Scott, Darcy, Shorty, If you tell  anybody about this I swear you won't  live to the end of the day. This is for  private thoughts and I'm careful not to  mention you, don't change that. ]]></description>
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                <title>These Days Turn Out Nothing Like I'd Planned</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 14 Feb 2005 02:23:31 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ It's feb 14, Valentines... One of the  few holidays that hasn't quite yet  missed the point of the holiday.<br />
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I'm talking to Marnie, she made my day,  though I can't remember why...<br />
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Sorry this is pretty vague, I'm singing  as I type so my brain is working at  9/10ths capacity... <br />
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Stuff is happening and I feel great,  I've left everything behind and for  now, at least, all the cares of a  troubled world can be left in my other  pants...<br />
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We were in Crossroads (A bit like  Health Class) this morning and the  teacher we had (Who was rattling on so  much about our connection with the  universe and the wisdom of our  generation you'd have thought she was  John Frusciante) Asked us what it is we  want to achieve...<br />
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Anyway I was this close to just letting  loose and saying: "You wanna know what  I want to achieve? I tell you what, I  want to get over my issues, I want to  stop experiencing my paranoid fantasies  and I want to be able to walk down the  street without everyone thinking I'm  different" But I restrained myself and  instead said: "I wanna be Darcy" for a  cheap laugh at my own expense.<br />
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The other amusing thing that happened  in that class was this guy called  Adrien Vermande had a golden moment.  This guy has a voice that simply sucks  every ounce of your will to live right  out of your brain. You can be happy one  minute, next minute he speaks and  suddenly you can think of nothing other  than "I bet that brick wall could slash  my wirsts if I pushed hard enough".  Anyway this guy, when asked, said "If I  was religious I'd be Buddhist" and I'm  there thinking... "It's not a  motherfucking religion pee-ite, it's a  way of life... You happy? HA!... Like  you could handle having no material  possession" It just shits me the way  Buddhism is SOOO fashionable. But you  never see Richard Gere converting to  Islam, let's have a little equality  here people!<br />
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Sorry. ]]></description>
                <author>~tinmanthegreat</author>
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                <title>I Will Tell You What You Wanna Hear, But Not Mean</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 07 Feb 2005 00:11:10 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm not really sure what's going on...  All of Scott's friends get along with  his girlfriend, The Band is almost a  cohesive unit (albeit without a name),  And I'm still not getting ANY celebrity  bitches!!! Goddamn!<br />
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Nothing is as it should be...<br />
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I've gotten back in communication with  Shortman and I can tell you that the  little Demon of Digital Dementure is  running like the Little Demon should  be, I guess not all is as it shouldn't  be.<br />
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Guess I'm Still Writin',<br />
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That's write folks (geddit?  write/right). More gear is on its  way... finally. There's no such thing  as writers block, a writer either  writes or he doesn't. But if you aren't  writing, try just cranking out whatever  comes out of your head and run with  it... The voices aren't always  negative, as they say. Like now, I'm  not thinking, I'm just writing. It's  the way it works, you lose a little  (inhibition) and you type it all  regardless. Don't be afraid of what you  have to say, never censor yourself, you  are beautiful* and should be writing  and telling the world. Share your  thoughts, and turn them into something  beautiful.<br />
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Okay I'm Done<br />
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                                                Thank You<br />
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*Unless you aren't, but nevermind, keep  writing anyway ]]></description>
                <author>~tinmanthegreat</author>
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                <title>And Out Come Some Sparkling Thoughts</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 18 Dec 2004 22:31:07 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ The trouble with the state of things is  everything is taken to be exactly what  it seems. Let's take causality, hey say  Time Travel is impossible because you  can't change the past, anything you  change has already happened, but  dammit, why not some sort of situation  or environment where instead of that  the effects are only seen once those  who made the changes went back...  DAMMIT!<br />
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I don't know, maybe I'm just angry at  the world for being so unchangeable. I  should know, I created the bastard.<br />
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I haven't submitted anything for a  while but I've got some great angst  poetry lined up, and for the first time  in a while it........... RHYMES!!!<br />
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Hooray!<br />
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But enough about me, back to the less  sophisticated ideas. You know what I  really love about physics? String  Theory. And you know why? Due to the  fact it can't proved in a laboratory  it's actually philosophy. Philosophy  with mathematical explanations...  Beautiful.<br />
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The world could be made the most  beautiful place on Earth (intended) if  it weren't for the nature of two men. f  both George W Bush and Osama Bin Laden  were to pour their funds into  education, sanitation and nutrition for  the people of the world then there'd be  no more terrorism. Why kill when  there's nothing for which to kill?<br />
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Fragrant... Fragrant... Fragrant. C, G,  F, A, A, E, C, G, F, G, C. ]]></description>
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