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  <pubDate>Wed, 20 Sep 2006 01:32:27 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>word search</title>
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  <description>&lt;b&gt;For my Past Love:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I&apos;d cry for you forever, but I couldn&apos;t so I didn&apos;t. people&apos;s children die and they don&apos;t even cry forever. I thought I&apos;d see your face in my mind forever, but I don&apos;t even remember what your ears looked like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;For my New Love:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;up here life seems more like living, and living mirrors love, and love just leaves me breathless. on we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;For my Best Friend:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is true, I am certain, that you will write many more books than I will, but it is me, not you, who was born to be the writer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;For my True Friends:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some day I&apos;ll see your name in lights and I will smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;For my Family:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter how careful you are, there&apos;s going to be the sense you missed something, the collapsed feeling under your skin that you didn&apos;t experience it all. there&apos;s that fallen heart feeling that you rushed right through the moments where you should&apos;ve been paying attention. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;For Everyone:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand. I get it, the situation, lifestyle, human existance, whether it be presented in spring or winter or 1809. I understand you, regardless of race, sex, or criminial history. I can comprehend. I empathize, with your ill-fated circumstances, his opinion that casual sex still subsists, her bleeding heart. in the darkness of the truth that distances your shallow friends and sheltered family, I nod my head in recognition. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;For the World:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know we&apos;re all souls just trying to connect but we&apos;re all left searching on our own.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 30 Aug 2006 04:49:49 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>they said it wasn&apos;t true</title>
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  <description>it seems like people use &quot;pretty&quot; and &quot;beautiful&quot; when they lack the capacity to think of something more substantial. I&apos;m not saying that those words are meaningless. they have definitely brightened many days, but I&apos;m beginning to find that those words are a lot like &quot;love.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it only has meaning when certain people say it in certain circumstances with a certain tone of earnestness.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 27 Aug 2006 00:36:26 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>everyone smile, right now</title>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 15 Aug 2006 15:05:23 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>BUH TXMES 2: okay so i drove past your house today..what are you guys doinggggg?&lt;br /&gt;K4T3X: making a space ship :]&lt;br /&gt;BUH TXMES 2: cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my house is under construction. :3</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 15 Mar 2006 21:51:02 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I imagine it&apos;s the feeling Eve had as she bit into that apple. Or Hamlet when he saw his father&apos;s ghost. Or Jesus as a boy, right after someone sat him down and told him his pa wasn&apos;t a carpenter after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the word for that feeling? For knowledge and fear and loss all mixed together? &lt;i&gt;Frisdom?  Dreadnaciousness?  Malbominance?&lt;/i&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 07 Apr 2005 00:23:47 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>oopsies</title>
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  <description>&lt;center&gt;&lt;h1&gt;FRIENDS ONLY&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no reasons&lt;br /&gt;no explanations&lt;br /&gt;just is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so comment to be added&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:]&lt;/center&gt;</description>
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