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  <title>body, sink away (soar)</title>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 14 May 2005 21:02:00 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>beat that hot heat</title>
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  <description>awesome show at decleyre tonight&lt;br /&gt;i can&apos;t express how awesome it will be&lt;br /&gt;water balloon fight as well&lt;br /&gt;doesn&apos;t get better than that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;458-9907 if you want to come but don&apos;t know how</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 11 Apr 2005 02:56:37 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>how in the hell did i get logged into this journal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, well.  might as well say that burst lives again.  if you know it you know where.  but, uh, that&apos;s not my diary.  that&apos;s not my thoughts.  it&apos;s more of an experiment.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 11 Apr 2005 02:54:32 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>what a wonderful, wonderful time.  it&apos;s great seeing those kids.  and those kids that i speak of should totally know who they are.  people that awesome and beautiful didn&apos;t exist when i was their age.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god, that sounds so stupid.  when i was thier age.  that shouldn&apos;t have any meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want everyone to know fully that you don&apos;t need anyone&apos;s acceptance but your own.  if you completely accept yourself, your actions will be beautiful and no one will hurt from them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;m starting to understand that myself.  by starting to i mean that it is manifesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleeping all night with a girl that i am so, so swooning over is a wonderful thing.  i don&apos;t know anyone as brillantly fun as she.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooo, last night emily and i got, like, 30 dozen eggs and distributed them onto people&apos;s porches all over town.  some people we knew, some we didn&apos;t.  we only clued one in on it.  it was sooooo much fun.  you&apos;ve gotta do it sometime.  it sounds, eh.  but you do it, and lordy will it great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SV is one of the best damn things i ever seen.  i fell in love love.  promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;golly, gee, that&apos;s the most brilliant group of friends to ever exist.  the whole spectrum of them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still have a tough time with the idea of katherine and i making out.&lt;br /&gt;how i love her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUNFUNFUN</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 18 Mar 2005 00:03:29 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>see ya.</title>
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  <description>hi hi hi!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love all you fantastically</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 17 Mar 2005 06:38:28 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>what it&apos;s like to be ignored.</title>
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  <description>this friday:  me and friends are gonna go see the ring two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this saturday:  a band is playing at decleyre.  some of the kids in kiss, kiss, kill are in it.  afterwards there will be a dance party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if anyone wantsta come to the movie give me a ring at 606-9365. do the same if you want to know the time of the dance party, if you need directions. if you don&apos;t need or want either, then just drop by whenever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only good picture of the night was of the lovely JB, and that&apos;s probably because she was being extra adorable to get me to take the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v663/bhava/CopyofIMG_0937.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out of the five cards that weren&apos;t in the deck, she picked one of them.  oh, well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop acting like you care.  i know you just want something to gossip about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you never got a straight answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;m glad i&apos;ve worked on myself.  i&apos;d hate to feel that way.  i feel at home where ever i&apos;m at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that riff was stolen from a classic rock melody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know how empty you feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember wh(y) i said that (ou)tside of the deli so long ago.  you&apos;re the most unsupportive per(s)on i&apos;ve had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are going to be okay.  i promise.  this is a temporary pain.  you are strong, and you&apos;ll come out of it owning and glowing, writting a million best books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i learned qui(t)e a bit tonight.  not gonna bothe(r) s(a)yi(ng) what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you don&apos;t care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;m exhausted.  but before i go to s(l)e(e)p, i&apos;(m) going to cry in my mourning.  and when i&apos;m done, i&apos;m going to set it all up front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodby(e), &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 17 Mar 2005 00:07:12 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;i&apos;ve been doing yoga twice a day for a few days now.&amp;nbsp; i don&apos;t know why i ever stopped.&amp;nbsp; my shoulders go from feeling fantastic to painful at different times through-out the day now.&amp;nbsp; for anyone that does not know, my shoulders have been in the painful state for about five years.&amp;nbsp; i&apos;ve done yoga with robin for the past two days.&amp;nbsp; i hope we keep it up.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; joshua is the best.&amp;nbsp; he&apos;s the most adorable person.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v663/bhava/IMG_0917.jpg&quot;&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;he made not so normal, yet the most delicious food ever.  such as his cactus pie.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v663/bhava/IMG_0719.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;decleyre was kinda packed.&amp;nbsp; i took pictures of people i talk to instead of everyone.&amp;nbsp; i&apos;ll have to get past that if i&apos;m going to document decleyre.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;anyway, here&apos;s things:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;thug life&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v663/bhava/IMG_0805.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;people eating&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v663/bhava/IMG_0596.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v663/bhava/IMG_0670.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;new people that iare my new favourites&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v663/bhava/IMG_0714.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v663/bhava/IMG_0813.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;beautiful&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v663/bhava/IMG_0704.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;people being all lovely and cute&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v663/bhava/IMG_0755.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v663/bhava/IMG_0921.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v663/bhava/IMG_0904.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v663/bhava/IMG_0856.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;and because i should do it, me:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v663/bhava/IMG_0888.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;new hotness pose:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v663/bhava/IMG_0933.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 15 Mar 2005 23:47:35 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>just plain ugly (you&apos;ve turned into a beast)</title>
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  <description>excuse me on this one, please:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what, you&apos;re a fucking idiot.  you are extra selfish and a coward.  you are so scared that you can&apos;t even say what&apos;s going on, and you don&apos;t care unless it&apos;s about you.  you don&apos;t stand up for anything.  i don&apos;t think you&apos;ve ever known what it means to sincerely and genuinely be there for another person.  not even yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just think of how many people don&apos;t like you.  and they don&apos;t like you not because of a misunderstanding, not because they are just being stupid, not because they are being selfish, but because of the person you have transformed yourself into, because of how you treat them, because of how when you boil it down, you disregard their feelings, you disregard the friendship you have with them because you can&apos;t deal with yourself and you need distractions, or you are just being a selfish asshole.  people can&apos;t stand you at all.  they have to get up and leave the room when you are in it.  even your family doesn&apos;t like you often enough for legitimate reasons that it should say something.  pay attention to who you are.  pay attention to how you treat people.  stop using people as distractions.  stop treating people like shit because treating them nicely doesn&apos;t fit into your selfish me-me-me routine.  it&apos;s weird how vain you are, how much you love yourself, how funny and clever you think you are, when deep down, you can&apos;t stand who you are.  keep up those distractions.  keep pushing away the people who love you the most.  keep hating yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get the fuck over yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there&apos;s so much i want to say.  not shit just horrible shit like this, but about how much i love you.  about how you need to stop working on what you want, and start working on what you need.  two radically different things.  one will keep you on your hideous path of distruction, and one will get you to love yourself and others.  i want to be there for you, but i&apos;m sick of your pointless lies. i&apos;m sick of how much of a coward you are. i&apos;m sick of how you treat me and everyone else. i&apos;m sick of how you aren&apos;t there unless you feel like you are losing something (you are), or you need some sort of fucked up validation.  i&apos;m sick of how when you are paranoid you will not say something to my face, you have to call, or do some other cowardly way of communication instead of simply walking over.  and calling is usually a last resort when you can&apos;t wait long enough for the other round a bout response.  i&apos;m sick of everything having to center in on yourself.  i&apos;m sick of you letting people talk trash about people you care about and love.  i&apos;m sick of you not taking up for something that you wouldn&apos;t stand for if it happened to you, or a loved one because it would mean you wouldn&apos;t be able to have fun with them.  that is going to bite you hard someday.  i&apos;m sick of you forgetting what a person has done to you so that you can have fun.  i&apos;m sick of every thing you&apos;ve turned into.  you are nothing but a shadow of your previous beautiful self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you have pushed me away.  you&apos;ve lost me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[love (sincerely)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to everyone that the above does not apply to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are awesome. you uplift my heart even when you are not around.  thank you for existing, and thank you for being my friend.  i love you fully.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 15 Mar 2005 23:35:28 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>there&apos;s a fancy traveling vegan chef at decleyre RIGHT NOW.  if you want to come call 458-9907 and ask for directions.  he is so accepting donations.  it&apos;ll be extra delicious.  you&apos;ll feel bad if you miss it.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 14 Mar 2005 23:20:31 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>get out of my space.  stop absorbing my light.</title>
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  <description>wowzers, i slept a lot today.  i think i did today.  i kept sorta waking up and was all like, no, these dreams are important.  SLEEP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they were.  i don&apos;t remember them really, but i know i&apos;ve taken on the information they held.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel rather fantastic today.  ram&apos;s gone.  sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people are totes bitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of your beauty is gone.  you&apos;ve lost it all in your mad search of self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man, i feel like giggle (&amp;quiet and contentish).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU DON&apos;T KNOW HOW TO LISTEN TO ANYTHING.  NOT EVEN YOURSELF.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 12 Mar 2005 20:41:49 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>another one bites the dust</title>
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  <description>for me, this year is encompassed by death.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 10 Mar 2005 19:57:14 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>past 18 hours have been odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talked to amanda, tried to talk to ben, don&apos;t know what to say to adrian.  i miss them a whole lot.  talking to amanda was the best thing.  i wish ben&apos;s phone was working.  then i could have another favourite.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not suprised about what all tim said.  wish he didn&apos;t have such things.  he&apos;s the life and keeps things living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to go take pictures of some dumb office building soon.  my first job taking pictures and it&apos;s the lamest.  pays rent though, and that is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your name is in my heart at every moment.  will it go away or become overtaken, or will i end up cheating myself and another for the rest of my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;ve been editing photographs.  i miss being able to take those &quot;special&quot; pictures.  lines, curves, it&apos;s amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;ll be able to do it by the end of the year.  it&apos;ll bring me to my knees when i get it right.  it hurts already.  but it&apos;s a beautiful thing.  and it&apos;s worth it.  i just won&apos;t be able to do it often.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 09 Mar 2005 23:44:00 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>lancinated dreams</title>
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  <description>walking past angels sheilding&lt;br /&gt;the dead near their feet&lt;br /&gt;gravestones shoot upwards&lt;br /&gt;to the setting sky&lt;br /&gt;reminding to which path heaven lays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is really all too beautiful&lt;br /&gt;how the orange sky&lt;br /&gt;sweeps into red&lt;br /&gt;a backdrop of confused purple&lt;br /&gt;(i thought it was supposed to be blue?)&lt;br /&gt;                         (maybe black?)&lt;br /&gt;the grass here&lt;br /&gt;so brightly green&lt;br /&gt;with a sheen of the sky&lt;br /&gt;melting into a glossy finish &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it&apos;s really all too surreal&lt;br /&gt;how quite it is&lt;br /&gt;there are busy streets&lt;br /&gt;and freeways near&lt;br /&gt;with rushing metallic waves&lt;br /&gt;a supernatural blanket&lt;br /&gt;blocking out disturbance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it&apos;s really all too upsetting&lt;br /&gt;how empty and full this place feels&lt;br /&gt;void of life&lt;br /&gt;springing forth with a gush&lt;br /&gt;of love&lt;br /&gt;and sorrow&lt;br /&gt;and pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how many people set under this ground &lt;br /&gt;cared for gods story?&lt;br /&gt;all of the stones &lt;br /&gt;and tombs &lt;br /&gt;and marble houses&lt;br /&gt;have religious carvings &lt;br /&gt;or words &lt;br /&gt;or statues&lt;br /&gt;when you&apos;re dead&lt;br /&gt;loved ones cover &lt;br /&gt;the just in case&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lost my love to this haunting &lt;br /&gt;angelic decor&lt;br /&gt;lost the beginning &lt;br /&gt;i found in her&lt;br /&gt;lost her only to be found &lt;br /&gt;in mournful memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;ve brought her flowers&lt;br /&gt;tulips-&lt;br /&gt;her favourite&lt;br /&gt;and all i have written&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that i&apos;m not able to see &lt;br /&gt;her face bloom&lt;br /&gt;full of more colours &lt;br /&gt;than the sky can dream&lt;br /&gt;i knell&lt;br /&gt;and rest unexpressing papers&lt;br /&gt;on her cold tombstone&lt;br /&gt;placing tulips on top &lt;br /&gt;to hold them near&lt;br /&gt;hoping that she could see them&lt;br /&gt;to see that i wanted more to show&lt;br /&gt;to say&lt;br /&gt;than just</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 06 Mar 2005 01:30:11 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;the past six days were glorious.&amp;nbsp; i love those kids so much.&amp;nbsp; i&apos;m going to miss them terribly.&amp;nbsp; they helped clean my soul.&amp;nbsp; adrian &lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v663/bhava/IMG_9976.jpg&quot;&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;was. . . i don&apos;t know what to say about him.&amp;nbsp; he&apos;s just amazingly interesting.&amp;nbsp; ben &lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v663/bhava/IMG_9651.jpg&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;
&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;is like a puppy.&amp;nbsp; everything about him.&amp;nbsp; he even turns like a puppy.&amp;nbsp; he&apos;s sooo adorable.&amp;nbsp; amanda&amp;nbsp;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v663/bhava/IMG_9637.jpg&quot;&gt; 
&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;is better than best.&amp;nbsp; she seems to have such a thirst for everything.&amp;nbsp; they are all beautiful.&amp;nbsp; i appreciate them so much.&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
&lt;p&gt;adrian (am i spelling that right?) has the grip.&amp;nbsp; that&apos;s right the grip is back.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i want to be jewish now.&amp;nbsp; i learned so much about the religion the past few days, and i really appreciate it.&amp;nbsp; of course, i would have to personalise it for myself.&amp;nbsp; i seriously want to convert now.&amp;nbsp; i&apos;m gonna look into it.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i hung out with steve holland&lt;/p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v663/bhava/IMG_9581.jpg&quot;&gt; 
&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;on tuesday.&amp;nbsp; he&apos;s in mississippi&apos;s house of representatives.&amp;nbsp; his official title is chairman, public health and human services, or something like that.&amp;nbsp; i didn&apos;t know politicians could be so AWESOME.&amp;nbsp; we walked in the capital and he greeted us almost instantly, was somewhat interesting and left saying that we should stop by his office for some whiskey.&amp;nbsp; AWESOME.&amp;nbsp; we walked around the capital for a bit.&amp;nbsp; it looks like an overly fancy mall.&amp;nbsp; it&apos;s probably the shiniest&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v663/bhava/IMG_9562.jpg&quot;&gt; &amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
building i have ever been in.&amp;nbsp; amanda and i found a big ass book to sign.&amp;nbsp;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v663/bhava/IMG_9574.jpg&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v663/bhava/IMG_9578.jpg&quot;&gt; 
&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;we meandered into his office, and he kicked some lowly politian folk out for our wonderful asses.&amp;nbsp; he poured wine for obviously underage drinkers, gave us ten dollar cigars, and talked to us for 3 or so hours.&amp;nbsp; i&apos;d go into detail, but it&apos;s too AWESOME to write down.&amp;nbsp; he was calling around a lot trying to get us tickets to see dean speak that night.&amp;nbsp; sadly, it was sold out.&amp;nbsp; i didn&apos;t want to leave his side.&amp;nbsp; he might teach at miss state.&amp;nbsp; i want to major in forestry even more now.&amp;nbsp; i&apos;d get to hang out with him.&amp;nbsp; holy shit, that man is AWESOME&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
&lt;p&gt;we then went to go celebrate amanda&apos;s birthday &lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v663/bhava/IMG_9611.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i&apos;m done talking.&amp;nbsp; here&apos;s some random pictures:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;aliens&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v663/bhava/IMG_9937.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;something i like&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v663/bhava/IMG_9943.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;something else i like&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v663/bhava/IMG_9918.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;this is me secretly freaking out about the car getting towed. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v663/bhava/IMG_9642.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;the coolest house in the world&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v663/bhava/IMG_9727.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;our last night together.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v663/bhava/IMG_0056.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v663/bhava/IMG_0050.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v663/bhava/IMG_0059.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v663/bhava/IMG_0047.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v663/bhava/IMG_0046.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 01 Mar 2005 08:08:57 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>you&apos;ll never find someone near me</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;these&amp;nbsp;boys are&amp;nbsp;wonderful&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v663/bhava/IMG_9493.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v663/bhava/IMG_9368.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;and this girl&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;has made this boy&apos;s &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v663/bhava/112_1238.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;weather change.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;and what are these guy&apos;s&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v663/bhava/IMG_9440.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;doing here?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v663/bhava/IMG_9459.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Are they the Kurvy Krew?&amp;nbsp; Some of them look like they could be pirates, and it two of them are definitely eating something.&amp;nbsp; Not sure if it&apos;s it though.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Playfully, Ascanio said, &quot;Sorry for being so immodest, but if I were not, I&apos;d be perfect.&quot;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 23 Feb 2005 21:49:28 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>eh, what i can do?  should i be suprised?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;ll be learning a lot now.  thank you, thank you, i gots in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it&apos;s been a long time since it has happened, but there was a boy at kroger that i liked a whole bunch.  he was so freaking adorable.  i wanted him.  badly.  i still do.  lordy, lordy, he was cute.  and he liked me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it&apos;s funny that i know when a boy likes me, but if it&apos;s a girl i will question it and question it until there is stong foundation of them liking me.  usually, it is built by something like, &quot;paul, i like you.&quot;  i need something that obvious before i do anything.  talk about paranoid.  wow, i should get over that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luckily, i know i don&apos;t need to be in a relationship.  it would just be a distraction.  i already have to concentrate on making sure that magic isn&apos;t one.  it would be nice to see somone, i&apos;m sure, but i&apos;m not lonely and there isn&apos;t anyone i really like enough to see.  yeah, i&apos;m attracted to a whole lot of people, but attraction is such a small part.  that&apos;s a lame ass thing what i just said.  here&apos;s what i mean, i&apos;m not in love with anyone.  not like that.  i&apos;m not going to bullshit myself or be with someone because it&apos;s fun, or whatever.  there&apos;s nothing there at the end of the day but a distraction.  dates are fine, just not the other thing.  fine for anybody that wants it or does it.  i&apos;m not doing some passive aggressive online journal bullshit.  i&apos;m talking about me and what i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i want is to be fine on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really, even though my whole sad thing (which, by the way, hasn&apos;t really popped it&apos;s head up in a week or two, so i really shouldn&apos;t even say that i am), i am the healthiest i have been since i was a kid.  i have gotten over so much shit, or i know what is going on, that i don&apos;t. . . oh, who cares.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;m fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spend most of my days smiling again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can&apos;t wait for warm weather.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;m scheduled for magic now.  all for kids.  i prefer doing magic for adults more than anything, but i freaking love being around kids.  they the awesomest. first off, i perform after my birthday at botanical gardens, then at st. jude in april, and then for 1 to 3 classes at st. anne in april or may.  boy do i have a lot to work on.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 22 Feb 2005 05:42:51 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>tonight was the best night i have had in forever.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am one massive smile.  beautiful&lt;br /&gt;so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you,</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 18 Feb 2005 09:24:04 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>it&apos;s time to say goodbye.</title>
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  <description>Eighties night sounds like it was a lot of fun.  Wish I knew about it and went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ascanio&apos;s books are finally being released in English.  I am excited to no end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;m learning so much about what that means.  not about hanging out or any of that mess.  but friends.  the complete circle of it.  this has nothing to do about other people.  it&apos;s about what i want.  the level of meaning that i search for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;m also learning about how to not talk about what i learn.  it only comes off as preaching.  i&apos;m not.  i wasn&apos;t.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.thebestpageintheuniverse.net/c.cgi?u=sideways&quot;&gt;this bit&lt;/a&gt; reminds me a whole lot of people after they watched all of those crappy philosophical movies and read that shitty philosophical book last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you would love the effect i created for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you,</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 17 Feb 2005 04:02:31 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>i&apos;m going to read your minds.</title>
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  <description>the snake molted under the heat lamp.  cooked snake skin is not pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking to jim, my magic theory is getting a strong foundation.  besides next monday (i get initiated and have to perform), i do not think i will perform magic for months now.  it&apos;s funny what this is doing to me.  i improved dai&apos;s effect, and i now doubt i will ever perform it now.  it&apos;s too convoluted.  that&apos;s not so true.  it&apos;s extremely simple and easy to understand.  cute.  that&apos;s what it is.  i want bricks to your head.  i want more than impossible, i want magic.  i want astonishment.  i don&apos;t want to levitate 4 inches off of the ground with my back facing you.  i want to float about a foot up with my back facing you, turn in mid-air so that i can look at you, and then set back down.  i don&apos;t want to bend a spoon, i want to bend every part of a fork in  different directions in front of your face, without any explaination.  i don&apos;t want a torn card to appear in a bottle, i want your fucking signature on it.  i don&apos;t want the card you picked to be sandwiched in the middle of the deck, i want the card you fucking thought of to be sandwiched in the middle.  give me till the end of the year.  i promise.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not going to do a seance anymore.  it&apos;s too damn cute, and i don&apos;t care for it.  at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got my phone turned back on.  they knocked even more off of the price, and said they will most likely credit me back all but 50 or 60 of it.  the lady on the phone was awesome.  i lub her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;assbitch.  i went from reading 800 words per minute to 400.  suck.  i gots to work hard now, yoso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if jesus were around, he&apos;d eat at the sub shop.  he&apos;d end up marrying the lady that makes the sandwiches, and on the honeymoon, he&apos;d slip it in her butt.  afterwards, they would eat sandwiches to regain their strength for more newlywed butt sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eyes, memory, languages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;booyakasha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep that quiet wish.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 16 Feb 2005 07:11:53 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>matt makes sense.</title>
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  <description>fuck this shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;m out.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 16 Feb 2005 06:28:06 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>experimental approach</title>
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  <description>what a weird day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i missed my first ever lecture.  i thought it said it was at botanical, but it was way the hell out there.  oh, well.  ammar is coming in april.  that would be a perfect lecture to have as my first.  but tonight&apos;s was kid magic.  something i really want to get into.  something that i really need to learn considering i have to perform for two to three classes in april or may, and i&apos;m going to st. jude about the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was on the phone with cingular all freaking day.  they messed up a bill from when i was in chicago, and kept sending it there instead of here.  and then they tacked on hundreds of dollars worth of late fees.  they straightened it all out though.  took off all of the late fees.  my phone still isn&apos;t on.  because they are different districts i can&apos;t pay in memphis.  i have to phone in with a check or credit card, BUT, by the time they got it all straightened out it was too late.  haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mainly, i feel really great about things.  i&apos;m starting to feel like a different person.  i&apos;ve been paying attention to so much anger, sadness, and other emotional mess that i am starting to heal at my core.  i don&apos;t really have bad feelings about anything right now.  not any situation or person.  the only somewhat sad feeling i have right now is that i feel like i&apos;m really disliked right now.  but on the other hand, i&apos;m still fine with that.  i don&apos;t understand how i can be fine with that, but i am.  (and later, finding out that none of it is true is extremely uplifting.  EXTREMELY UPLIFTING.  &quot;oh, god,&quot; is a statement i don&apos;t use, and i said it a dozen times while laughing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know that one entry about trash talking and i wigged out?  yeah, well, i know who was doing the trash talking now.  how extremely funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;m sorry my sadness is boring to you.  however, the last thing i do is dwell on it.  and i do not sit around and complain about.  i&apos;m fucking healing myself.  i&apos;m going over everything to get the shit out of me.  i&apos;d rather do that than pretend it&apos;s not there and have it come back all of the fucking time.  sound familiar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;m getting on the right track with life now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.  how funny.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 14 Feb 2005 11:30:13 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;lovely&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;[burst]&lt;/p&gt;


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  <pubDate>Sun, 13 Feb 2005 09:01:45 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>i&apos;ve been playing with cards so much recently that i have developed a blister on my left palm.  i played with cards enough today that the blister popped.  someday i will be able to handle the cards elegantly.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sharon was a lot of fun.  i hope she gets in school here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ginger went fucking nuts today.  she said i said things i never said, and then she told me she hated me a dozen times and hung up on me.  AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that i was kinda down, and then a ton of people called me.  that really was awesome.  i wish i was able to.  but i had to sit around for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad called me today.  that went a lot better than i thought it would.  we had a real conversation.  he&apos;s working, and has been working for a good while now, and goes to my grandmother&apos;s to take care of her every weekend.  she&apos;s going down hill.  she&apos;s been sick for a few months now.  he&apos;s afraid that this is it.  it&apos;s not so bad.  she&apos;s a strong woman.  she is also completely comfortable with death.  do you realize how beautiful that is?  i mean, wow.  my other grandmother was comfortable with death too.  that just brilliant and admirable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bullshit ghost board was bullshit and talked a lot of bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;assbitch.  i thought i turned my heater off hours ago when i really just turned it up.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i appreciate that a lot of people like my room.  i don&apos;t know why.  honestly, i guess it&apos;s because it is some form of acceptance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i talked to my mom about my discovery today.  she didn&apos;t understand it, i guess.  or maybe she didn&apos;t want to understand it.  i know i feel a ton better.  i am on my ass for the most part.  i&apos;m more comfortable with myself now too.  i&apos;m also motivated now.  my blister, advances in the screenplay within the past few days, excersize, general happiness, good sleep. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! that reminds me!  i&apos;ve been working on this one this one effect for about a year now, and last night i dreamt that robin found my notes and started to perform the trick, and then would show everyone how it worked.  it totally sucked.  i told her, &quot;robin, you suck, and i do not like you anymore.  i hope you stop this so that we can be friends again.&quot;  how lame is that?  she completely ruined this beautiful effect that i have spent forever on, and that&apos;s all i have to say?  robin is such the bitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where was i?  oh, those things show it.  or something.  i don&apos;t know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night was awesome.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really appreciated that when i asked if anyone would mind picking up someone near sucking it danver&apos;s, harmony said she would.  what made it so sweet is that she doesn&apos;t have a car.  how adorable.  she also had the best reaction to a cat&apos;s melted face that i could ever imagine, and will probably ever see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;depending on the whole job thing, i might go to california with my mom soon.  that would be lovely to see my uncle again.  i would maybe even get see sharon in san fran too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don&apos;t know when to use a comma with that whole too thing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, i don&apos;t know that grammar thing to well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something to work on!  i just set a book on grammar on my desk to remedy that.  learnit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;m going to have to start making myself physically exhausted now.  the sleeping pills help, but they aren&apos;t working on their own now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe that&apos;s my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not vegetarian anymore.  it&apos;s a short term thing.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 12 Feb 2005 01:57:39 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>this was and is (maybe)</title>
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  <description>and that was my last try.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 10 Feb 2005 20:37:07 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>these dreams need to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ginger called.  again, i really wish things didn&apos;t turn out the way they did.  she&apos;s an awesome person at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of two idiots said some amazingly stupid things.  i&apos;m not suprised since certain people are so against so many things and just want to pull them down and apart.  whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sucks about the w.o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things are going well, thankfully.  i haven&apos;t been fooling myself, i haven&apos;t been putting anything to the side, i&apos;m paying attention.  slow and steady.  it&apos;s hard to do that, but i know it&apos;s best in the long run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don&apos;t like how i rearranged my room.  it&apos;s best for staying productive.  until i get my shit together it&apos;s going to stay like this.  eh. . . it might actually look good once things come in and go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you,</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 09 Feb 2005 06:57:58 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>despite that one thing, today has been extraordinarily awesome.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;david is a pretty cool kid.  who knows who robert houdin is, sorta.  he went to the last real freak show.  how awesome is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really like having lots of people in decleyre.  i wish i had a hobby that could be practiced around others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who wants to go see hide and seek with me?  it might be good.  or we could see in good company.  supposedly in good company somehow touches upon the graduate.  that&apos;s something i never thought that i would hear, and want to see it for that reason alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, who is up one of them?  606-9365&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;ve been rocking the blossom theme song.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;m gonna make a mix tape/cd for you kids on el jay.  individually made for each person, of course.  none of that generic mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gh, i&apos;m tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a boring fucking entry.  that is awesome!  i felt bad for it until i said that, now it&apos;s funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops, now i suck again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, katherine fucking feeney sucks.  i miss mer achingly so.  she needs to stop falling all over her boy friend and school and call me back for once.  she haven&apos;t heard a single word from her since the play.  was my performance that bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these things in my head aren&apos;t too far fetched.</description>
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