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  <pubDate>Wed, 07 Feb 2007 20:07:27 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>a man plays piano. what does it mean. other than another person will get to bash him for not playing well enough. a woman raises her child. whats it worth. the child will say it wasnt raised well enough. while others criticize the woman for how she was raised her child. we all go to the supermarket. but what it worth. who needs food when you dont want life.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 16 Mar 2006 09:59:23 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>so that was a fun night....</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 10 Mar 2006 09:14:38 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>i feel oh so alone.&lt;br /&gt;although that this feeling of alone.&lt;br /&gt;is not the reason alone.&lt;br /&gt;that i should be all alone.&lt;br /&gt;but i am all alone.&lt;br /&gt;althought this feeling of all alone.&lt;br /&gt;will make me all alone.&lt;br /&gt;because if you feel alone.&lt;br /&gt;than you will be alone.&lt;br /&gt;they will leave you all alone.&lt;br /&gt;oh i feel so alone.&lt;br /&gt;although alone&lt;br /&gt;alone is.&lt;br /&gt;the reason i alone&lt;br /&gt;want this.&lt;br /&gt;when alone isnt justified.&lt;br /&gt;than you wont buy the lies&lt;br /&gt;alones want crucified&lt;br /&gt;than they wont hear your cries&lt;br /&gt;although i wont say how i feel&lt;br /&gt;for if you doubt if i am real.&lt;br /&gt;than i will be not real.&lt;br /&gt;for what is to be real.&lt;br /&gt;if i werent to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;alone is only real.&lt;br /&gt;alone is how i feel.&lt;br /&gt;but if alone is what you are&lt;br /&gt;than alone is what i feel.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 08 Mar 2006 17:30:29 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>every now and than a strive to be something better will come about. appreciate those times, because they will become the only ways one could better themselves eventually. heres to you, the forgotten.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 02 Mar 2006 22:09:21 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>3DKKLL</title>
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  <description>so today at the plasma bank some really funny things happened&lt;br /&gt;1. i watched someones blood tube explode on them. funniest part besides spraying blood all over him. is he only got half of the money because of this mishap.&lt;br /&gt;2. the money machine broke and i never seen so many poor people angry. for future reference do not mess with a poor person and the little money that him/her honestly earned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a good day everyone.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 02 Mar 2006 15:01:05 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>i went to sleep at 8:00 p.m. ish and i woke up just a few minutes ago. around 10:00 a.m. im not in a good mood. and im going back to sleep. im sorry for  those who were affected by my knock out last night particularly Ricardo and to anyone else who meant to reach me. im going back to sleep. for at least in my dreams it feels real.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 01 Mar 2006 17:38:07 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>38eial</title>
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  <description>would you give up everything you had everything you known, your house your home, your money, your friends your life, your hopes, your dreams. give up everything i mean everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for a person that makes you feel something youve never felt before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know what i would do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going on vacation tonight&lt;br /&gt;under the sun of neon  lights&lt;br /&gt;i almost love this town&lt;br /&gt;when your by my side&lt;br /&gt;i almost believed i was dead&lt;br /&gt;and there will be no more waiting&lt;br /&gt;your gonna melt all the ice in my head&lt;br /&gt;and there will be no more crying&lt;br /&gt;your gonna make it all better instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im putting this night down to bed&lt;br /&gt;cause i was sitting at the bar&lt;br /&gt;hoping you would walk in the door that says killians red&lt;br /&gt;cause i left you a note that said come on and come out&lt;br /&gt;and will both get right off of our heads&lt;br /&gt;and float up off the chairs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get secrets at night&lt;br /&gt;but they dont stay&lt;br /&gt;i get secrets at night&lt;br /&gt;but they go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will go on vacation tonight&lt;br /&gt;under the sun of neons lights&lt;br /&gt;and i almost love this town&lt;br /&gt;when im by your side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you woke me from a long sleep&lt;br /&gt;and im almost back&lt;br /&gt;im closer than ever to find it&lt;br /&gt;the hidden track&lt;br /&gt;if i told you the truth&lt;br /&gt;you wouldnt like what i said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i almost believed i was dead&lt;br /&gt;and there will be no more waiting&lt;br /&gt;your gonna melt all the ice in our heads&lt;br /&gt;and there will be no more crying&lt;br /&gt;your gonna make it all better instead</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 28 Feb 2006 18:58:57 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>and so it was. i ripped there faces from the heads and said. i told you that you werent going to be the ruler. i still talk to there faces. for there faces would never know the difference. if you were to be inside of a huge box named logan. would you be content with staying with in the box. or would you stretch the box to the end of its means. making a possibility of the box breaking free. freeing you and everything inside logan. i know what i would do. i wish all of you knew what i do. have a wonderful day everyone. im going to go sell plasma for car insurance.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 27 Feb 2006 18:09:59 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>i havent ever felt this before. in all honesty, ive never been more scared and felt so fragile in my life.&lt;br /&gt;im going to go find a job. i need to find work. or else it could never work.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 27 Feb 2006 09:09:57 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>i wish i had more to offer.&lt;br /&gt;i wish that i had a job.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i had enough money. &lt;br /&gt;to get through the days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i would of done more.&lt;br /&gt;with my life. maybe become a doctor &lt;br /&gt;maybe make you my wife.&lt;br /&gt;maybe than possibly&lt;br /&gt;things would be alright.&lt;br /&gt;when you feel its right.&lt;br /&gt;you know its wrong.&lt;br /&gt;i wont speak of this&lt;br /&gt;until long after your gone&lt;br /&gt;that way its more &lt;br /&gt;meaningful when it comes.&lt;br /&gt;though you havent gone,&lt;br /&gt;no &lt;br /&gt;not just yet.&lt;br /&gt;i know that the thoughts is in &lt;br /&gt;both of our heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont have a plan&lt;br /&gt;its hard to understand&lt;br /&gt;but if i had anything&lt;br /&gt; itd be yours&lt;br /&gt;im not very smart&lt;br /&gt;im not very nice&lt;br /&gt;but darling i can fake with the best of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its getting hard to live&lt;br /&gt;like a jukebox running&lt;br /&gt;just for when the drunk lonely souls&lt;br /&gt;want to play when they wanna&lt;br /&gt;its getting hard to look on&lt;br /&gt;when the skies are oh so gray.&lt;br /&gt;you sit and you hope, that maybe someday&lt;br /&gt;love will come and take you away&lt;br /&gt;but in the end your dreams&lt;br /&gt;are not what you become&lt;br /&gt;youll drown your beats will alcohol and pills&lt;br /&gt;just so your heart doesnt have to feel&lt;br /&gt;but once you lost&lt;br /&gt;the only thing you love&lt;br /&gt;its hard to get back to zero&lt;br /&gt;yes its hard to make you feel nothing.&lt;br /&gt;when youve lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter how hard you try&lt;br /&gt;you ask yourself why&lt;br /&gt;no one knows but you&lt;br /&gt;so you dig deeper and it just hurts worse&lt;br /&gt;to know that you lost&lt;br /&gt;your hopeless at best&lt;br /&gt;well i want you to know&lt;br /&gt;that even though&lt;br /&gt; i dont&lt;br /&gt;got much but a pen and a touch&lt;br /&gt;that ill put my whole life in&lt;br /&gt;just so that we can begin &lt;br /&gt;but i dont even know&lt;br /&gt;where to start&lt;br /&gt;i havent got a penny and i got a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;i find enough just to drink and sit and dwell&lt;br /&gt;think and think&lt;br /&gt;about how things would be different if&lt;br /&gt;i would of done more with&lt;br /&gt;my mind my heart my work &lt;br /&gt;if my love&lt;br /&gt;i could do it all again i would my friend&lt;br /&gt;but i havent got a whole to offer to you&lt;br /&gt;so go ahead and do what we know you would do.&lt;br /&gt;you will move on&lt;br /&gt;find yourself a new man honey&lt;br /&gt;one that can make a whole lot of money&lt;br /&gt;he can build you a house a palace for you&lt;br /&gt;even a whole closet just for your shoes&lt;br /&gt;while i regret i lost you my girl&lt;br /&gt;but i havent got much to offer.&lt;br /&gt;heard your stomach stillaches&lt;br /&gt;well i hurt to&lt;br /&gt;i wanna give you my intestines&lt;br /&gt;just to see you again&lt;br /&gt;everything i have &lt;br /&gt;the world that i live in &lt;br /&gt;the flesh that i breath in&lt;br /&gt;id give in&lt;br /&gt;just for one night&lt;br /&gt;then maybe then&lt;br /&gt;everything will be just arlight&lt;br /&gt;but i havent got much to offer.&lt;br /&gt;ill never tell until your gone&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to spoil it until its come&lt;br /&gt;but when you decide&lt;br /&gt;to hide or run this is my apology for what ive become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sorry&lt;br /&gt;i havent got much.&lt;br /&gt;im sorry&lt;br /&gt;i havent got much.&lt;br /&gt;yes im sorry, i havent.&lt;br /&gt;yes im sorry.&lt;br /&gt;yes. im sorry for what i have become.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 20 Feb 2006 03:57:09 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>i would totally love to kill myself however, what would be the point if no one were to come to your funeral. well no one really. sure there would be the lurkers that attend every funeral and people that once knew you. but. i thought of how many people like myself have killed themselves. and i always thought of them sweet. until the whole killing themselves deal. so. maybe i shouldnt, maybe people would show, who knows. im not dead. but the fact that some people treat me as if i were. makes me wonder what it would be like. and if i can wonder what it can be like. than i can be it. and if i can be it than i am it. and if i am it than. you were right. so lets just start back to where it all began. well. where did it begin. to me it seems like it always was. i just remember that it was from a loving birdie she saved me. i always hoped that id be able to return such a favor. show her the faith and love she restored in myself. but such favors seem trite when everything is juxtapose. for future self note, i remind myself. that through being who i am, no one can ever fall in love with me. what i am a part of is bigger than me. it hurts me hard, to know that i will never be able to give back love. and that the love i had previous the incident. can never be taken away. no goodbye, no handshake, no hug, no kiss, no flicker in an eyeball. can ever make it go away. and it will continue to pump through the hearts and souls of all. for it is the moral fabric on which we live.  i am sorry the thoughts are different, i am sorry that opinions vary, i am sorry for those who will never get to know me, because of my shields. for those, who my shields have been down, i want you to know that i love you, i always will. my only purpose, is to make you happy. so as you ask me to leave, i will do as you wish, but i never will be gone from the mind. forever throughout all time.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 18 Feb 2006 20:14:27 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>i am completely unaware of my surroundings currently. i think i really lost my minnd. im gonna sip some coffee. i almost died last night.  ive never been so scared. it was liike i predicted only different. becuase i reacted differently. but i home now. and almost everything has seemed to have worsened since when i left. a day prior. what do you do when you dont know what this is.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 12 Feb 2006 20:38:33 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>dont be malicious like kid sid vicious, kid come ova to the boba in your best clothes uh and if i think i know ya,like i was supposed ta , than for sure show up lick it to the lean to the toe up, you got the nicholas megalis not from vegasus i dont know who the heck he is but he sounds preetty sweet with his new orleans style and his dope ass beats than you got your sam goodwill and i know you will definately nod ya heads so check your files they been rock rock rockin with the nile cause they always had got the flow and they can flow with the boogie down pro fessionals, than you gots the either origami yo, they all are young and they all our chicks but expect it to blow up make you wanna throw up shits out bout to go up because of its so awesome dominance make your head spin and than you might be spent, aint nobody can hold a mic to them, and if you even tried youd end up an ex friend ,cause what would happen to you id just feel bad. but id feel like id have to beat ya for being so lame beat ya like i was your dad, but with a different name, so why would you challenge the best and the fashionaly clad, but remember its all for that boy named cupid, so dont be stupid, its valentines day ball so get down with us sunday call in your sundays best. love circuit came to rock your chests. breathe. word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boba 7:00</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 08 Feb 2006 14:22:00 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>purple, orange and gray, what do they say, what do you do, when you dont know what, life really is, what is life, antartica is, a hot air balloon, than when judgement day comes, will carry the rich to the moon. i have a ticket to come on the ride, but i will reside in the ocean (a carl rogers reference btw) until the robot cars. that drive themselves. drive me back to mars, my only true love, to which i send signals, back home through the mirrors, purple orange and gray, what do they say, what do you do when you dont know what, life really is, what is life, life is a series of connections, that has an ultimate purpose, its all will become subversive, and we will understand what its all about, through the tv and the radio, they program what to do, i tell you all of this, because i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;youll get the virgins you were promised, too bad they will be children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone loses it too young now.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 04 Feb 2006 21:55:28 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>oh and happy birthday to god herself. i mean. HAPPY BIRTHDAY BRENDAN!!!!!!!!!!!</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 04 Feb 2006 21:18:58 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>if its your birthday why wouldnt you blow something up? thats the only way i know im still alive..&lt;br /&gt;in other words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JESUS CHRIST! i mean. HAPPY BIRTHDAY MIKE!!!!!!</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 04 Feb 2006 21:15:44 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>man i was sitting here. high on alot of things. and i asked myself. if teeth had villages. what tooth would be in charge of all the rest. and i think my my left bicuspid would reign supreme. he&apos;d prolly enslave the rest of my teeth. and start planting nuclear bicuspids in my gums attack my molars and such. but i was thinking. if i didnt have this so called disease. than what would be the point of planning. if i didnt have time. if time was created by man. than how could time be one of the 3 components of the world as we know it. time, space, and matter. time was created by man, to confine man, to make him work to make him go to job, to make a reason to speed up the process. but if it always existed than how could man. wow. so. BICUSPID KILLS ALL.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 03 Feb 2006 00:07:11 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>so i officially decided if i had more teeth. id kill more people. thati should really start smacking those who dont get it. that im probably gonna die/end up in jail soon. that if a astrawberry were to be just a fruit. than i would eat it with pleasure. that i do not like those who dont say what they mean but will say what they dont want to mean to you. that at least five people wish i were set on fire already. and taht another 5 is starting a petition to stop it. that if a lesson was to be learn thatd it would be for your face to explode on to the host of which you will eat. i am not the host. i am not the host nor will i ever be, and i would never want such a task. i hope all you trite slamming dunking donuts robot eating s.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 02 Feb 2006 20:16:06 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>today i drove a man named Albert. a young recovering cancer patient who is also a writer. i came across a morally questionable dilemma. but im not sure if what i did was wrong. Albert invited me to take a painkiller, and smoke a joint with him. As I debated, i couldn&apos;t find anything wrong with it. For is it wrong to do drugs, possibly, but that waved by to me in the 7th grade. is it wrong to do drugs with a cancer patient. i do not know. for if i was his age, still young and diagnosed with cancer. i would still do the occasional drugs for fun. but id feel the need for them more. cause i dont have much time left. he with his time left. wanted to get me high. so i obliged. he gave me a carton of free cigarettes. for he only has one lung left. and bid me a due.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;simeon.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 01 Feb 2006 23:35:56 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Is the world fucking retarded? We are at war. everyday. there is people dying. dying for what. how many lives have to be lost, before we become lost ourselves. how can you force freedom upon someone. we are killing people in order to pass freedom? that in itself cancels out freedom. For if i were to have brothers or sisters killed by anyone, it would only be natural to feel hurt and want revenge. Spawning for future generations more hate. So we kill their brothers and sisters. Democracy isnt freedom. How would America like it if another country came into ours and opposed are government on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;well they get to vote on their leaders.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH AND FUCKING AMERICA NEVER HAD A FIXED ELECTION. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the problem with the entire situation. is that the political world has once again become &quot;eye for an eye.&quot; where trying to understand and communicate has been thrown out the fucking window. we are all humans. everyone is my brother and sister. its not about making the u.s.a a better place. or making russia a better place. for that would just be making a part of it better. when you could be worrying about the whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE ARE ALL TOGETHER IN THIS WORLD AS ONE. IT IS TIME WE STOOD FOR PEACE AND LOVE. NOT HATE AND GREED. If you feel similar ways, contact me, I am trying to organize an anti-war rally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU CANNOT RELATE TO THE FACT THAT THIS WORLD NEEDS PEACE AND LOVE, THAT IT IS UP TO US AND ONLY US TO CHANGE THE WORLD INTO A PEACEFUL LOVING PLACE, THAN I FEEL BAD THAT YOU HAVE SO MUCH CONTEMPT IN YOUR HEART. AND I WILL GIVE YOU A HUG WHEN I SEE YOU NEXT. ALL THERE IS, IS LOVE.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 29 Jan 2006 01:55:14 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>9 00 p.m.- On a Saturday night, and i know my night has long since peaked. I realized i am a pathetic human being. But than i realize, that this particular realization is kind of redundant. For being a human being, is to be pathetic. So i hoped and longed that i wouldnt be such a pathetic human being. As i have been in my life thusfar. Which just made me more human. For this is what all humans stive for, to be less pathetic. Therefore i became more pathetic, more lonely, and more cold. But As I have all of these thoughts, the one that hurts the most is I wonder, how come i am home early on a saturday night, how many people are at home right now like me. how many people will never read this. how many people will never see there home on a saturday night at 9 00. and how many people dont have a home on a saturday night at 9 00. So i sigh, and ask myself to be happy. For i do not have friends, i do not have love, let alone lovers, i do not have smiles, laughs, i do not have haircuts or brushed teeth. but for all the things i do not have, is not what is important. but what is important is that i have the ability to have.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 28 Jan 2006 00:18:44 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Show Tonight. Cedars. Free. Love Circuit. Starts at 9</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 23 Jan 2006 13:30:32 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>39lldad</title>
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  <description>ok. so heres the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its black and white. Jess is wearing a one piece dress with a pearl necklace. Mike is the President, Ricardo his security. Ricardo and Mike are both killed by zombies, fake blood just spraying from there necks,as Mike was giving a speech at the presidential podium. Jess Calls me, I am an operator, i have a switch board in front of me. goes to jess ranting over the phone, than her calling the zombiekillaz. who are ripoff of ghost busters, there forte being killing zombies. i again answer the phone this time looking like &quot;ghostbusters whatdya want.&quot; Gino and Erika come in and save the president&apos;s staff by shooting lasers. as it shows Jess driving away. at the end scene she crashes her car due to zombies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end scene.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 18 Jan 2006 08:49:06 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>the only people i care about are my friends and my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;id like to apologize for being a failure, a let down, and all the hopes and promises that ive made and were held, will never come to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have had my heart broken several times. i still am not over it. i carry the weight of those breakups on my shoulder throughout every relationship i have, friendship, brother, son, boyfriend. i am sorry for this. maybe if i would of done things differently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel i have no hope with life. i feel deserted and lonely. i have no one to blame but myself for these actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i would of stayed in school, maybe i would of gone somewhere, but i didnt. i didnt have a choice, therefore feeling hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i would of been a better boyfriend, a better lover, a better friend, a better son, maybe than i would of lost everything i cared about. but they left me, therefore i didnt have a choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you do when nothing matters? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i were to be a doctor, sure id fix bones and hearts and noses and breasts and weights. but in the end. they fucking die. it doesnt matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i were to be a lawyer, sure id find out who did what to whom, who comitted the crime, what belongs to who and who gets the kid. but in the end. they fucking die. it doesnt matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will be remembered as a friend. i have no doubt in my mind i am a good friend. but its easy to be a good friend. when you have absolutely nothing else in the world. youd do anything for your friends. because they are all you have. friends and family. thats it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but guess what, friends part ways in time, and so do family members, either because of deaths or arguments, which are pretty much the same thing. and in the end. it doenst really matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when you dont even know what makes you happy. or the last time you felt it. what do you do? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sure, im intelligent, sure im cute, sure i have this i have that. but guess what it doesnt fucking matter, and neither does the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if the world to implode this very second. it wouldnt matter, i wouldnt give a fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically in sumnation. nothing matters, and i do give a fuck about the fact that nothing matters. but me giving a fuck doesnt matter, so i learn not to give a fuck. i hope i die soon, for to live would be far worse torture.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 15 Jan 2006 21:58:00 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;div style=&quot;padding:8px;margin:15px;background-color:#CFCF95;color:#1A0A13;font-family: georgia, helvetica, trebuchet ms, verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 style=&quot;text-align:center;font-size:110%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://thesurrealist.co.uk/trivia.pl?subject=Sean Haughey&amp;amp;gender=m&quot;&gt;Ten Top Trivia Tips about Sean Haughey!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;According to the story, Pinocchio was made of Sean Haughey!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sean Haughey is actually a mammal, not a fish.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sean Haughey is the largest of Saturn&apos;s moons.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tradition allows women to propose to Sean Haughey only during leap years.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Olive oil was used for washing Sean Haughey in the ancient Mediterranean world!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sean Haugheyolatry is the mindless worship of Sean Haughey!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you lie on your back with your legs stretched it is impossible to sink in Sean Haughey!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;If a snake is born with two heads, the heads will fight over who gets Sean Haughey.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sean Haughey is incapable of sleep.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The difference between Sean Haughey and a village is that Sean Haughey does not have a church!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;form action=&quot;http://thesurrealist.co.uk/trivia.pl&quot; method=&quot;get&quot; style=&quot;background-color:#5F5F42;color:#CFCF95;padding:4px;text-align:center&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am interested in &lt;input name=&quot;subject&quot; type=&quot;text&quot;&gt; - do tell me about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;select name=&quot;gender&quot;&gt;&lt;option value=&quot;f&quot;&gt;her&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value=&quot;m&quot;&gt;him&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value=&quot;n&quot;&gt;it&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value=&quot;p&quot;&gt;them&lt;/option&gt;&lt;/select&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input value=&quot;Go&quot; type=&quot;submit&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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