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  <pubDate>Mon, 07 Mar 2005 03:30:29 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I love my friends so much, they give so much to me&lt;br /&gt;I will soon pay them back. Sitting down listening&lt;br /&gt;to Deftones while having fun, alittle drunk, and tired&lt;br /&gt;from being up for 4 days. I realized How much I &lt;br /&gt;missed the music, and my friends.&lt;br /&gt;Branden, Shane, Sean, Miro, Victor, Jp. I love you&lt;br /&gt;all, Stay safe for as long as you can, live life.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 06 Mar 2005 02:16:46 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&quot;A line leads to progress a circle doesn&apos;t-&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your parents notice&lt;br /&gt;your thinning face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weight you lost..&lt;br /&gt;And the weight you are losing</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 27 Feb 2005 01:42:02 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I try to smile but it still looks odd. I enjoy all the wrong things. I enjoy winter, for its grey skies, and cold nights. The rain for how it runs threw my body, down my skin. Fire for how it burns my skin, razors for how they dont hurt anymore. The smell of burnt paper, brings back the time I burnt the house down. Tears when people cry, I want to lick them away, just for the taste. Blood for being a perfect color. Summer for making it hot, so It feels like I may die. I love how I get colder day by day, I love how pain turns me on. I love being me, for I&apos;m nothing. I can say if I was to die, 5 people for sure would go. My dad, my mother, my brothers, and me. If you think I count, since I have to be there. The only one I think would cry would be my father... I love alot, but nothing comes back. So why love at all. Nothing makes my heart burn as much as pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; To who reads this, Goodmorning, good-day, goodnight.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 27 Feb 2005 01:06:12 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Ohh, can&apos;t anybody see&lt;br /&gt;We&apos;ve got a war to fight&lt;br /&gt;Never found our way&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of what they say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can it feel, this wrong&lt;br /&gt;From this moment&lt;br /&gt;How can it feel, this wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Storm.. in the morning light&lt;br /&gt;I feel&lt;br /&gt;No more can I say&lt;br /&gt;Frozen to myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got nobody on my side&lt;br /&gt;And surely that ain&apos;t right&lt;br /&gt;And surely that ain&apos;t right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, can&apos;t anybody see&lt;br /&gt;We&apos;ve got a war to fight&lt;br /&gt;Never found our way&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of what they say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can it feel, this wrong&lt;br /&gt;From this moment&lt;br /&gt;How can it feel, this wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can it feel, this wrong&lt;br /&gt;This moment&lt;br /&gt;How can it feel, this wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, can&apos;t anybody see&lt;br /&gt;We&apos;ve got a war to fight&lt;br /&gt;Never found our way&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of what they say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can it feel, this wrong&lt;br /&gt;From this moment&lt;br /&gt;How can it feel, this wrong</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 26 Feb 2005 08:23:22 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Got my car fixed, window and all</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 25 Feb 2005 02:06:12 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Candle &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            here falls now undone looks beyond the credits sum livid &lt;br /&gt;            fractures less of fate the whisper winds blow the seed of &lt;br /&gt;            hate disturbed society dogs my turn with no values intend to &lt;br /&gt;            raise ability tried and tested pointless view gods got &lt;br /&gt;            security hands like snakes sow the seeds &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            raise all negative force-fed traces poisons all impure &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            profane the haunted heaven jeering leapt into the pit of &lt;br /&gt;            calamity &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            a mean condition no wealth dents provisions for a time &lt;br /&gt;            unknown &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            thelemic gestures all planned and hatched in seasons of &lt;br /&gt;            dissolute pain &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            cried afflicted and infected oblige the systems perfect dream &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            distorted my words assume all that is programmed before and &lt;br /&gt;            somewhat left unsaid behind shutters &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            dirt before desire dusted crap ingested comes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            stealing life that you are not visited warped torpedo night &lt;br /&gt;            crawls through &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            the distant and irrelevant a good life&apos;s experiment fused &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            im laying violent hands upon a dead card calling cattle the &lt;br /&gt;            playthings are so abused the derelict dial phone clock pusher &lt;br /&gt;            delved in reliving the future too &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            im sticking pins and needles in this stinging rotten &lt;br /&gt;            fleshlike substitute pieces of half cooked meat that are &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            walking on this earth abort desire irrelevance ticks in front &lt;br /&gt;            in view &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            a candle rhyme to realign burnt out candles on the wall seize &lt;br /&gt;            the moment... reach</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 23 Feb 2005 23:01:50 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Anyone know where I can find a black or white coat with fuzz around the edges? If its a white coat with black edges and a black coat with white edges</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 22 Feb 2005 06:35:29 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Oreos and milk go good together, and so does peanut butter and jelly, and penises and vaginas, or if your that way, penis and penis and vagina and vagina. And phones go good with caller ID, and coke with glass, and weed with paper, and hydrocodn with beer. X with music and cold shit. PCP with fighting since you are a god on that... I dont know what Im saying but it doesnt matter.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 15 Feb 2005 06:26:12 GMT</pubDate>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 10 Feb 2005 01:05:14 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>This world isnt real! I will no longer sneak around in the shadows, I will scream letting them know death is coming. Getting fed up with people at school, most likily will fight tomorrow, some dumb ass named Paul tried to hit my hand today, fucker cant even wait until I&apos;m better. I want to take his hopes and dreams away, I doubt he has any, since he is so ignorant. If no dreams I can always go for family, I truly dont care, He will not fuck with me. Anymore.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 06 Feb 2005 06:10:55 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I have come to the agreement inside my head, that I&apos;m going to train harder, not just in Kuk Sool Won.&lt;br /&gt;I will train in ways, to take on 1 or more people, ways with my hands taped behind my back, defend against people ontop of me, small area&apos;s everything I can think of. I want to learn to beat some one with a blow. I am looking for anyone to help me.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 27 Jan 2005 06:09:55 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Hello everyone, how is it going, fine here, just thinking how great it is to get the shit knocked out of you in the middle of the day. Really it does feel great getting hit in the jaw, everything shakes for the one second, and your jaw throbs threw out the fight, because you wnat to keep going. Then later you can almost hear the throbs in your ears and it feels fucking great!</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 22 Jan 2005 05:54:06 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Fighting Sunday, anyone is invited. If you want to go Just tell me on this or call me, since alot of people know my number. I have about 8 people going, and more from the school, bring who ever you like. You can bet money if you want, you dont have to fight if its your first time there. You cant do that bad, maybe a bruise or two, I am fighting one handed so dont give me this weak bullshit, go and have fun or watch. I dont care just go its at 408 D Avenue.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 18 Jan 2005 05:23:38 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>T&apos;er pa t&apos;etta&lt;br /&gt;Am snef suas ur</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 17 Jan 2005 17:40:26 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Hah, my car got toed, 162.94 to get it out.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 08 Jan 2005 02:37:44 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>How is everyone doing? Something is happening, I think I hurt my dad today, I told him I was planning on moving out, I dont want him to think it&apos;s because of him. I don&apos;t like to see the pain in his eyes, I could feel his body get warm, his throat close to hold in the tear. God I hate it, I hate feelings but I love him to death! We started praying in the house, nothing we ever did.. they have been going to church, and she knowsa how to push my buttons, by moching my beliefs... About life, and my gods, I have more then one, and she hates it. She says my Gods arent real, but what makes her&apos;s real? She asks me something so I answer, then she keeps asking why, knowing that she doesnt care she just wants to make me mad. I dont know anymore.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 05 Jan 2005 04:35:45 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Three men step out of the black SUV, Dressed each in a Suit, Viktor&apos;s Dark Green, Larry&apos;s Black, my self white. We walk to the small two story house, with out a sound as Larry picks the lock, we walk in, Larry headed towards the kitchen, Viktor went into the livingroom. Myself I went up the stairs, which lead to a small room, Inside that room a child, the only light coming from the closet, the little girl says nothing, she is about 7 years old, she just stares at me, as I walked into the closet to see the fatyher, the one we cane for.&lt;br /&gt;  I walk up behind him as he was going threw some things in the closet, things alittle sick. Which reminded me why we had to do, what we were sent to do. So I walk up to him whispering into his ear. &quot;Caught you...&quot; He jerks back to swing at me, I go under his arm, grabbing his hair, I slam his head into the closet door, with the same movement, I ram the back of his head into the wall. He falls to the floor.&lt;br /&gt;I turn yelling to the other two. &quot;I found him, killed him!&quot; &lt;br /&gt;Larry yells back, &quot;Come here I found food!&quot; &lt;br /&gt;I turn to the child &quot;It&apos;s ok he cant hurt you now.&quot; I shoo her downstairs, as I cut the mans throat, to end the madness of hisd thoughts.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 05 Jan 2005 04:24:21 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Well, my brother is leaving tomorrow, I was at the mall all day, I tried to go to Rayburn, but I think I will go to the Charter school... I may move out in about 6 months. Should have a job by then. Today was the last day I think I will see my brother for a while. It was great to see him, I hate to cry but it&apos;s all right. He taught me something about the marine he learned. And I taught him somethings. I love him, I will forever. Pass the day I die.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 04 Jan 2005 07:17:20 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I think I might have to quit Kuk Sool Won for a while... Today I went to work, Not even my own class... Didn&apos;t do much of anthing just hyung... and my wrist felt like it was breaking... Just small fast movements hurt... So thats not good.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 31 Dec 2004 05:52:58 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I close my eyes, give me this pain, the green liquid glowing behind my eyelids&lt;br /&gt;The cold burn in my lungs, the fire that can be taken away in a heart beat&lt;br /&gt;But my heart beat stopped long ago...&lt;br /&gt;Lay under the stars with me the deepness of your eyes to get lost again&lt;br /&gt;The warmth of your body against my dead skin, drive this blade into my mind&lt;br /&gt;The love of my life. Taken away, reminds me of the old days.&lt;br /&gt;CATACOMB WITH FUR COVERED STYROFOAM&lt;br /&gt;My little mind the dark fantasy. Bottles cant hide my pain, pills late a day.&lt;br /&gt;Dance under the moonlight with me.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 30 Dec 2004 09:45:36 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Hello, How is everything going for all these other people that dont call me.. Sean... Miro... Victor? BRANDON? How have you guys been... it sucks not being able to see you guys on this kick ass break we have. Well nothings going on here listening to much, that is it. And I have something in my eye... Goiing to the Doctor Friday to see if my cast can come off... Other then that no plans... People should come over some time.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 26 Dec 2004 07:52:17 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>So, happy merry which ever you believe in. It snowed so I&apos;m happy... I talk to viktor about a something with rivers, which I will try saturday. Snow is great, so are my friends. My brother is here for the night its cool, just dont know why everyone hates his g/f...  Maybe because she cheated on him while he was in Iraq? I guess thats not a good reason since he is still talking with her. I love Dj Rib. OMG is a great song if u want it, it&apos;s industrial i will send u it.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 24 Dec 2004 03:22:28 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Paranoia setting in, the walls look oddly familuar.&lt;br /&gt;The chipped off paint of my shoe box, my cocoon.&lt;br /&gt;Laughing myself to sleep inside the 6 by 5 room.&lt;br /&gt;The holes in the ceiling the water which falls in&lt;br /&gt;Dampening my memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yelling at the top of my lungs&lt;br /&gt;Singing into the cold air&lt;br /&gt;Shoelaces taken away, everything with my pride slowly to die&lt;br /&gt;The tears inside i try to hide as I layed awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken rulers made to knives to cheap to buy the real kind&lt;br /&gt;still to stab you to steal away your pride to make it mine.&lt;br /&gt;That is how I was brought up to survive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it you who made me this way?&lt;br /&gt;Telling me something was wrong when it was with you?&lt;br /&gt;Was it me saying i was Sane Inside my head in this shoebox&lt;br /&gt;i was missled myself once again.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 21 Dec 2004 05:50:41 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>This will be my last log for awhile, since i will be in a cast. Night.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 20 Dec 2004 22:44:04 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Alone inside my mind&lt;br /&gt;across the room I catch your eye&lt;br /&gt;then you wander in my direction&lt;br /&gt;my left you sit beside&lt;br /&gt;so hot you make me want to hide&lt;br /&gt;hide from my own fragile torture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel you now&lt;br /&gt;I can taste it now&lt;br /&gt;Overcome that I&apos;m your temptation&lt;br /&gt;I never dreamed it true&lt;br /&gt;I can feel you now&lt;br /&gt;I can taste it now&lt;br /&gt;Overcome that I&apos;m your tepmtation&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m crushed&lt;br /&gt;With just the thought that I made you blush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lust inside I cry&lt;br /&gt;Without the tears running down my eyes&lt;br /&gt;On your knees you beg for weakness&lt;br /&gt;Temptaion close at hand&lt;br /&gt;Falling for you I didn&apos;t plan&lt;br /&gt;Pleasure seekers taking over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m crushed&lt;br /&gt;With just the thought that I made you blush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m crushed enoughto make it bleed&lt;br /&gt;with just the thought that I made you blush&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m crushed enough I&apos;m on my knees&lt;br /&gt;with just the thought that I made you blush&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m crushed enough to raze in all&lt;br /&gt;with just the thought that I made you blush&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m crushed enough for me to fall&lt;br /&gt;with just the thought that I made you blush</description>
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