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  <title>in the dark in the dark you'll find us</title>
  <subtitle>Jesus and I wept</subtitle>
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    <name>Jesus and I wept</name>
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  <updated>2005-06-19T20:38:43Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:le_dior:8826</id>
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    <title>visual thesaurus</title>
    <published>2005-06-19T20:38:43Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-19T20:38:43Z</updated>
    <lj:music>postal service</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;bum&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:le_dior:8648</id>
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    <title>Scene Song</title>
    <published>2005-06-04T21:59:20Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-04T21:59:20Z</updated>
    <lj:music>the scene song</lj:music>
    <content type="html">this is the scene song, all you fashion kids sing along. this is the scene song, all you straight edge kids grab a bong. this is the scene song this is the scene song, clap your hands along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;homeboy says he's vegan because he wants to save some animals, if his friends didn't do it he'd probably eat a whole antelope, or maybe he just wants to be a cannibal, he probably hates humans more that hannibal.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:le_dior:8359</id>
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    <title>MOLDY BREATH</title>
    <published>2005-05-22T10:47:16Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-22T10:47:16Z</updated>
    <lj:music>modest mouse- black cadillacs</lj:music>
    <content type="html">the only place i can maybe tell things to people and not have shit talked about me in the fake scene world of RSM. emily arnold is cool so is nick so is toph so is katie arnold. we are cool and me and emily were cute tonight it was fun.&amp;lt;3</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:le_dior:8092</id>
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    <title>soft not line.</title>
    <published>2005-05-14T09:37:46Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-14T09:37:46Z</updated>
    <lj:music>BLiNK 182</lj:music>
    <content type="html">my whole entire life is an audition and i never seem to get the part. falling hopelessly through the arms of fate, hoping every time that she will catch me, but she never fucking does. i draw the lines that shape my life, but i have never been the best artist, the picture comes out blurry and badly faded. i press my nose against the window waiting for company in this room labled 207, but in parentheses underneath the numbers is the word loneliness.  i am destined to walk amongst the copeouts and quitters. the light tries to get into the dam i have built to keep everything out, but it isnt strong enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;kaitlyn kramer, nick bohen, natalie lopez, and of course emily arnold.&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.atelier-rc.com/Atelier.RC/b-dayCalendar/02.11-CarloCarra-MetaphMuse.jpg"&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:le_dior:7708</id>
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    <title>le_dior @ 2005-03-31T18:09:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-01T02:10:18Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-01T02:10:18Z</updated>
    <lj:music>placebo</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:le_dior:7533</id>
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    <title>magic tricks&amp;bottle caps</title>
    <published>2005-03-05T17:16:30Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-05T17:16:30Z</updated>
    <lj:music>hilary duff</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;font face="verdana"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;no one's doing it&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:le_dior:7410</id>
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    <title>vans&amp;helmets</title>
    <published>2005-02-21T19:30:18Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-21T19:30:18Z</updated>
    <lj:music>snow patrol</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://liftoff.msfc.nasa.gov/shared/news2003/balance/ballerina.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;dance for your life is to short to do otherwise</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:le_dior:6821</id>
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    <title>quintuplets&amp;day planners</title>
    <published>2005-02-13T04:53:42Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-13T04:53:42Z</updated>
    <lj:music>interpol, coheed and cambria</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i wish i could love like others have toughtme to. my unwillingness to cope with the people i dont enjoy is increasingly.... well increasing. but those that i love are really starting to see true love. i hope that my weekend goest the way that i want. iLOVEher&amp;lt;3.... .\\morethananything//.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:le_dior:6596</id>
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    <title>three syllabel words&amp;the kicker</title>
    <published>2005-02-09T23:15:17Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-09T23:15:17Z</updated>
    <lj:music>deatch cab</lj:music>
    <content type="html">national computer telephone&lt;br&gt;sensitive nurturing mouse pad&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;parachute cabbages blueberry&lt;br&gt;creative motivate jam pot &amp;lt;3&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.andywarholposters.org/marilyn.jpg"&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:le_dior:6375</id>
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    <title>cigars&amp;lampshades</title>
    <published>2005-01-29T10:25:09Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-29T10:25:09Z</updated>
    <lj:music>xiu xiu</lj:music>
    <content type="html">hey guys today was a weerd one. i went to disneyland with the quatro it was fun. and then we went to taco loco at like 12. then every one fell asleep in the car and i guess that i was flipping out in my sleep. but that is all i ahve to report on. that and the fact that im confused, cuz everyone says that they think i am a big flirt, but i dont know what is going on relationship-wise with people. so that is all. &amp;lt;3</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:le_dior:6082</id>
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    <title>arrowhead&amp;hole punches</title>
    <published>2005-01-08T09:14:00Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-16T09:05:08Z</updated>
    <lj:music>copeland?</lj:music>
    <content type="html">iLOVEher&amp;lt;3</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:le_dior:5719</id>
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    <title>broken records&amp;mustard</title>
    <published>2005-01-08T07:47:59Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-08T07:47:59Z</updated>
    <lj:music>funeral for a friend</lj:music>
    <content type="html">well we all hit points in our life when our friends are angry. this is mine. i feel good but i gues he just snapped tonight. something about how we are teenagers and relastionships are for fags when we are this age. but i disagree. that is all. you may go on with your semi-peaceful lives.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;:[modem noise]:&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:le_dior:5509</id>
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    <title>folders&amp;glass cleaner</title>
    <published>2005-01-01T14:50:47Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-16T09:06:56Z</updated>
    <lj:music>postal service, tortiose</lj:music>
    <content type="html">resolutions fucking suck. i would say something like i'm not going to eat meat for the whole year. but that would just get my hopes up. and since it isnt a wishing type thing i can't say i'm going to get certain things... no that isnt the way it works. ummmm i wish that this next year will be good. my only real pressing hope for the new year is for kaitlyn to get better soon because she is my favorite friend. but other than that jsut crazy hopes that have small percentages of being fulfilled.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://hometown.aol.com/kcody63/images/sketch%20it3.jpg"&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:le_dior:5355</id>
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    <title>lights&amp;scissors</title>
    <published>2005-01-01T06:50:24Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-01T06:50:24Z</updated>
    <lj:music>frou frou</lj:music>
    <content type="html">NEW YEARS.... How was yours? mine isnt quite over yet. but it is turning out quite well i guess. ummmm going to watch the ball drop. no that wasnt a sexual metaphor you perverts. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i made a new rap. it goes.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;let's all watch nick... with a g.&lt;br&gt;like a porno flick.... g.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;love you all... all 4 of you that is.&amp;lt;3</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:le_dior:4909</id>
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    <title>bill&amp;printer paper</title>
    <published>2004-12-31T07:50:40Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-31T07:50:40Z</updated>
    <lj:music>cursive, david bowie</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i &amp;lt;3 new years. hopefully 2005 will be better than 2004 was.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://horizons.free.fr/fr/images/we_2003/2003_hanabi_03_b.jpg"&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:le_dior:4692</id>
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    <title>fake flowers&amp;plastic chairs</title>
    <published>2004-12-29T21:01:26Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-29T21:01:26Z</updated>
    <lj:music>morrisey, bury your dead, HIM</lj:music>
    <content type="html">might go to the mall today with emily. if not then i will just sit at home and mybe see hank and nick. the month of december was terrible and i cant wait for friggin janurary. mainly the first and second day of it. kaitlyn almost died and that would have been terrifying i would have cried, cuz she is like my best friend. i want to get a hair straightner at the mall today. &lt;br&gt;&lt;strike&gt;    &amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;love,&lt;br&gt;landon &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.smm.org/heart/lessons/jpgs/full/xray.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;just one more x-ray</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:le_dior:4485</id>
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    <title>printers&amp;shipping stickers</title>
    <published>2004-12-27T19:09:20Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-27T19:09:20Z</updated>
    <lj:music>fischerspooner</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;table width="50%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="16.67%" bgcolor="#070707"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="16.67%" bgcolor="#185f5f"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="16.67%" bgcolor="#121212"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="16.67%" bgcolor="#010101"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="16.67%" bgcolor="#023927"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="16.67%" bgcolor="#808080"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="6" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="fischerspooner"&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" alt="[info]" width="17" height="17" style="vertical-align: bottom; border: 0;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="fashion"&gt;fashion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is love&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="6" align="center"&gt;&lt;small&gt;brought to you by the &lt;a href="http://www.dutchfurs.com/~haze/islove/"&gt;isLove Generator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; you don't need to emerge from the thing. you don't need to tear away.</content>
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    <title>staplers&amp;statues</title>
    <published>2004-12-27T11:02:46Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-27T11:02:46Z</updated>
    <lj:music>broken records don't fare well for listening</lj:music>
    <content type="html">[ Burn the house down with the pictures of my x-rays ]&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ celebrate when it is needed ]&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ love me when i need some lovin ]&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ don't treat me the way that you've been treated ]&lt;br&gt;</content>
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    <title>the mall&amp;mouse pads</title>
    <published>2004-12-26T18:10:35Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-26T18:17:46Z</updated>
    <lj:music>red letter m and coheed and cambria</lj:music>
    <content type="html">yesterday was christmas. and i couldnt get on to wish you all one. but just for the record i would have. today i might go to the mall with my love kaitlyn kramer. chill. that is about all i have to say. &amp;lt;33333 &lt;br&gt;sincerly,&lt;br&gt;landon j maslyn&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.marijuana-pipes-glass-pipes-and-bongs.com/assets/product_images/26094.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;this is a sweet lighter</content>
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    <title>tangerines&amp;cereal</title>
    <published>2004-12-21T15:49:33Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-21T15:49:33Z</updated>
    <lj:music>in my head i have a PLAcEBO show</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p align="center"&gt;it is 7:40 in the morning and i am supposed to be lieaving for disneyland right now but nick is taking a fucking shower. how gay of him. ummmm thatis all i wanted to report on. i hope i have fun at the mouseland today.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Jesus and I wept&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;IM me&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;dance with me&lt;br&gt;talk on the phone with me when i need  you&lt;br&gt;hang out at the mall with me when you feel like it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;sincerly,&lt;br&gt;landon j maslyn&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/disneyguy55/bwpartners.jpg"&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:le_dior:3343</id>
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    <title>mirijuana&amp;candyBARS</title>
    <published>2004-12-21T09:00:32Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-21T09:00:32Z</updated>
    <lj:music>postal service, martyr ad, and the moldy peaches</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;font bold="bold"&gt;"nicotine" he said.&lt;br&gt;"yes" i replied in my naggingly sarcastic voice.&lt;br&gt;"is there anything else that you want to tell me about?"&lt;br&gt;"no" i said this in my most ridiculous tone and i knew that i would be punished for it later.&lt;br&gt;this was the last sequence of questions spoken to me before my death. and this i have seen i hope for you to live a longer and healthier life than i have thus far.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;today was one of the chiller of days. i went to the mall and hung out with kaitlyn and marty and nick. then we went to the lemeny snicket movie. which sucked. then after that we went to nicks house and emily came over. yaaaay. ummm that was fun but nick was really violent, and we went on the roof and talked for about two hours. now here i am on the computer listening to music in my head because nicks speakers just decided to break. and guess what i get to go to disneyland tomorrow with nick and emily and my brother and his friend raven and my family and my grandma. yes tomorrow is going to be chill.&lt;br&gt;Sincerly,&lt;br&gt;landon j maslyn&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.black-and-white-to-color.com/stuff/lightoutnorad.jpg"&gt;</content>
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    <title>doctor doctor come and fix me up!!!</title>
    <published>2004-12-10T21:14:44Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-10T21:16:45Z</updated>
    <lj:music>red letter M</lj:music>
    <content type="html">today i am working at my granpas office because i need to make some money so that i can buy stuff i should be making around 25 green ones today so that should be awesome. i am singing at church this weekend so i am not going to be able to hang out (not aht anyone really ever invites me places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was a boy once. he was an icky little sh** and he waltzed around like he owned the place. (dont ask me what place because i wouldnt be able to tell you). he loved them all so dearly and he wished for life to be one big party. a party that he oned and controlled. that was his idea of fun. he wished to be the dictator on speed like hitler in the 50's. this was his dream and he strived for it all day. but what he didnt realize was that &lt;b&gt;hitler met a terrible end&lt;/b&gt; and that he was forced into his death bed by the reaper. god that sneaky little bastard did he weep for his number one killer. thankful to him indebted to him for the lives he gave to the reaper. but the boy knew none of this and went on every day not knowing what a terrible end he would shake hands with. he would intorduce himself as the party master the one that the drag queens and the druglords bow down to. the one they all worship like some god in the sky. and indeed he became so entwined with his own dreams that he believed them. and went on believing until he shook hands with his stcky end... death it called itself. and he gave into it willingly for he knew his time was up and &lt;b&gt;the party was to go on without him.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/es/thumb/4/44/180px-Hitler.jpg"&gt;</content>
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    <title>jesus in a nutshell&amp;hearts;</title>
    <published>2004-12-05T02:52:18Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-05T02:52:18Z</updated>
    <lj:music>modest mouse, frou frou</lj:music>
    <content type="html">there once was a boy and i suppose that he was just a little bored. i write suppose although i know for a fact that he was. there is nothing to do there is just a whirl wind of color. a whirl wind of emotion. &lt;br&gt; i suppose that he loved and i suppose that he cared. but he did not act like it. &lt;br&gt; and very odd of him not to becaus he lived in a caring world. and now i dont write that i suppose because there is no suppostition but rather. but rather a feeling of knowledge. but not the kind that is matter of fact more of a hindered knowledge that you wish to be true.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i went to the mall with kaitlyn and marty and kaitlyn's friend kelly today and i am still there right now. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; yes how cliche of me writing my live journal in the apple store.&lt;br /&gt;i love you all &amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;</content>
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    <title>the fake religion</title>
    <published>2004-11-28T09:37:23Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-28T09:37:23Z</updated>
    <lj:music>bjork</lj:music>
    <content type="html">this disease. &lt;br /&gt;eating me from the inside. &lt;br /&gt;everthing is an argument&lt;br /&gt;why not just agree&lt;br /&gt;we are the religion unnamed.&lt;br /&gt;we are the ones they call the &lt;br /&gt;obsessive compulsive hypocryts&lt;br /&gt;we do what we ought not to &lt;br /&gt;but who are you to judge &lt;br /&gt;you are in the wrong just as much &lt;br /&gt;as the next one in line&lt;br /&gt;the ones who get in on their&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;goodDEEDS&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and who are they to tell me &lt;br /&gt;the wrong i have caused them&lt;br /&gt;never again will i fall in love&lt;br /&gt;just to see my hand engulfed in&lt;br /&gt;the lies that cover her body.&lt;br /&gt;i was wrong to think things &lt;br /&gt;would get &lt;text color="hot" pink="pink"&gt; better&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://hem.passagen.se/mazk/bjork.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i have decided today that the only way to impress our christian morals upon others is to relate to real life problems and show them that we have them too. we can not go through life as emotionless mannequins being the ones who always look left when we see the one with leprossy. we go through life so sheltered trying to be the shamers or the ones who "would never do that" but then we see ourselves doing it the next day. the fact that we can go through life in an upstanding way without feeling like crap about impressing foreign opinions upon people is absurd. &amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;</content>
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    <title>vapo rub and cigarettes</title>
    <published>2004-11-27T05:37:24Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-27T05:37:24Z</updated>
    <lj:music>lola ray</lj:music>
    <content type="html">ya me and nick went to the mall today dn then we chilled with my little brother for a little while and played this really smart game. and i lost to my little brother. so my supicions that he is an alien are becoming realized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.explodingdog.com/dumbpict51/savethechi.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after the mall my mom smelled me and was like you smell like vapo rub and cigarettes. and then she made me take of my scene gloves. damnit.&lt;br /&gt;i miss kaitlyn cuz we were ogint o hang out this weekend but she went to big bear. &amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts; peace out &lt;strike&gt; joe dirt and fruit by the foot &lt;/strike&gt;</content>
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