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  <title>Get Naked</title>
  <subtitle>Now</subtitle>
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    <name>____thom4s</name>
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  <updated>2006-12-26T08:37:22Z</updated>
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    <title>____thom4s @ 2006-12-26T03:37:00</title>
    <published>2006-12-26T08:37:22Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-26T08:37:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">and with this ill waste one last breath on you&lt;br /&gt;i hope your conscience is clean.&lt;br /&gt;sorry for the guilt you felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i let so much go in the past.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:____thom4s:16530</id>
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    <title>____thom4s @ 2006-11-30T23:53:00</title>
    <published>2006-12-01T04:53:03Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-01T04:53:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">all i want to hear is your voice&lt;br /&gt;for just a minute, thats all i need.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:____thom4s:16379</id>
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    <title>____thom4s @ 2006-11-27T22:30:00</title>
    <published>2006-11-28T03:30:53Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-28T03:30:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">deleted my myspace if youre wondering...&lt;br /&gt;now ill give you more things here, i promise.&lt;br /&gt;i hope you get this.&lt;br /&gt;i love you.</content>
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    <title>____thom4s @ 2006-11-01T01:09:00</title>
    <published>2006-11-01T06:09:39Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-01T06:09:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">happy birthday to you&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to you&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday dear ruca,&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to you.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:____thom4s:15851</id>
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    <title>____thom4s @ 2006-10-26T22:04:00</title>
    <published>2006-10-27T03:04:17Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-27T03:04:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">and now im waiting for my ruca...</content>
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    <title>____thom4s @ 2006-10-04T23:08:00</title>
    <published>2006-10-05T04:08:55Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-05T04:08:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">is it bad&lt;br /&gt;that i still think about you &lt;br /&gt;every&lt;br /&gt;single&lt;br /&gt;day?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:____thom4s:14795</id>
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    <title>____thom4s @ 2006-09-13T23:09:00</title>
    <published>2006-09-14T04:10:07Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-14T04:10:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I dont care how long it takes&lt;br /&gt;because in the end i know &lt;br /&gt;that youre worth anything&lt;br /&gt;i have to give up&lt;br /&gt;just so you can be mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ill wait for you&lt;br /&gt;i promise</content>
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    <title>____thom4s @ 2006-07-27T01:17:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-27T06:21:13Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-27T06:21:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">theres a boy &lt;br /&gt;on a tin roof house&lt;br /&gt;with a guitar and a pack of cigarettes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;singin' over and over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there aint no life but the present&lt;br /&gt;and this is all we got&lt;br /&gt;mabye some day this life we have&lt;br /&gt;will turn us all around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when that day comes &lt;br /&gt;count the time&lt;br /&gt;while you all still can&lt;br /&gt;for those few short seconds&lt;br /&gt;will matter in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and youll find that special someone&lt;br /&gt;sitting on that roof&lt;br /&gt;with a guitar pick and an ashtray&lt;br /&gt;and youll realize that &lt;br /&gt;your life got a little brighter&lt;br /&gt;and they would be nothing without you.</content>
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    <title>____thom4s @ 2006-07-15T08:03:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-15T13:04:51Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-15T13:04:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i would like to declare&lt;br /&gt;stillwater&lt;br /&gt;as my second hometown&lt;br /&gt;based upon the fact&lt;br /&gt;that i have urinated&lt;br /&gt;in places you wouldent believe.</content>
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    <title>____thom4s @ 2006-07-13T01:44:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-13T06:44:44Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-13T06:44:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">and with every wish&lt;br /&gt;ill wish the same</content>
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    <title>____thom4s @ 2006-07-01T16:14:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-01T21:14:20Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-01T21:14:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Till Death Do Us Part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever and Ever.</content>
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    <title>____thom4s @ 2006-06-21T01:35:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-21T06:35:52Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-21T06:35:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i would like to take this time to apologize&lt;br /&gt;to all of those people who i have let down&lt;br /&gt;thank you.</content>
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    <title>____thom4s @ 2006-06-20T13:35:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-20T18:39:20Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-20T18:40:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">A male firefly spends his entire life in the air. From birth, they fly around a flash a pattern, and only flash that pattern.  The female firefly spends her entire life stationary, on the ground, in a tree.  She flashes one pattern, and only flashes that one pattern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a day in a firefly's life when the male flashes his pattern, and it is recognized by the female who is flashing the same pattern.&lt;br /&gt;To end a lifetime of searching, they meet, they mate, they die together.</content>
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    <title>____thom4s @ 2006-06-16T00:59:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-16T06:04:01Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-16T06:04:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">its hard to look back on recent entries&lt;br /&gt;because they are all the same boring bullshit&lt;br /&gt;that every teenager suffers through&lt;br /&gt;and they play it out so deep and so dark like everything &lt;br /&gt;is affecting them no matter what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year has to be one of my most mentally&lt;br /&gt;fulfilling years.&lt;br /&gt;i feel as if i have grown so much that the past is just &lt;br /&gt;wiped away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its hard not to wish that i could go back and change things&lt;br /&gt;if i had the chance i would take it,&lt;br /&gt;i would start over new&lt;br /&gt;and i would never make the mistakes i did before&lt;br /&gt;and it sucks to have to repair broken bridges&lt;br /&gt;but its worth it sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel as if everything in my life is incredibly repetitious.&lt;br /&gt;every situation ends up the same&lt;br /&gt;where i lose something i should have gained.&lt;br /&gt;its happened too many times before and its hard to &lt;br /&gt;understand from reading this&lt;br /&gt;but if you could think the way i think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its hard when all you want to do&lt;br /&gt;is get fucked up&lt;br /&gt;and forget.</content>
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    <title>____thom4s @ 2006-04-26T22:25:00</title>
    <published>2006-04-27T03:36:01Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-25T03:09:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">its been far too long &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could fill this with useless &lt;br /&gt;information about what i have &lt;br /&gt;been doing the past few weeks &lt;br /&gt;but i think ill save you and make &lt;br /&gt;this...
&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Update"&gt;The past few weeks involve me&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;attempting to piece back together the small&lt;br /&gt;fragments that my life has left behind&lt;br /&gt;and its become difficult to want the past&lt;br /&gt;when the future is haunting over me.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i had some sort of control over&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;the way that things turned out&lt;br /&gt;but i realize that there is no possible way&lt;br /&gt;for me to avoid those things i dont want to happen&lt;br /&gt;and i have to accept it and get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all ive been doing is slacking&lt;br /&gt;ive lost care for so many things&lt;br /&gt;that i used to be completely devoted to&lt;br /&gt;and i dont like what my life has become&lt;br /&gt;and i need something to make it better&lt;br /&gt;however i do again have to give credit&lt;br /&gt;to those of you who i consider my friends&lt;br /&gt;you all mean so much to me and i cant stay sad&lt;br /&gt;because of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just hate how bitter ive become about relationships&lt;br /&gt;they just sicken me&lt;br /&gt;and i hate them&lt;br /&gt;but i would give anything to be back in this summer&lt;br /&gt;before her&lt;br /&gt;after her&lt;br /&gt;during her.&lt;br /&gt;and i would change everything.&lt;br /&gt;ive let so many people down&lt;br /&gt;and its like i have the ability&lt;br /&gt;to drop connections left and right&lt;br /&gt;with out turning back and considering anyone else&lt;br /&gt;and i know that someone will be reading this&lt;br /&gt;and go&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;fucking right.&lt;br /&gt;and i want those to know&lt;br /&gt;that SOME of you, i am remorseful about&lt;br /&gt;and maybe someday there will be an attempt&lt;br /&gt;to rekindle the fire that has been extinguished between&lt;br /&gt;us.&lt;br /&gt;dont hold your breath though&lt;br /&gt;because if you knew me at all&lt;br /&gt;you know how horrible i am at&lt;br /&gt;those sort of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i need is something new&lt;br /&gt;someone new&lt;br /&gt;and&amp;nbsp;i promised myself&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;that this girl&lt;br /&gt;would not be treated like other girls&lt;br /&gt;and now all i have to do is find her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now for my thoughts on life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got my life story told to me today &lt;br /&gt;and it was so suprisingly accurate &lt;br /&gt;and it makes me think that i am &lt;br /&gt;either way to easy to read &lt;br /&gt;or just always do the same things &lt;br /&gt;in the exact same situations. &lt;br /&gt;becuase everything feels the same. &lt;br /&gt;it feels like everything i do ive done before &lt;br /&gt;and nothing is new except for the negative things &lt;br /&gt;and thats not something i want. &lt;br /&gt;i need something good in my life &lt;br /&gt;and i need someone good in my life &lt;br /&gt;i owe everything to the few friends i have left &lt;br /&gt;because with out all of you i would be nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always seek company &lt;br /&gt;but always from the wrong girls &lt;br /&gt;i need one thats everything i want &lt;br /&gt;and i want it to be perfect &lt;br /&gt;somehow, i know that it will happen &lt;br /&gt;im sorry for anyone who thinks this may &lt;br /&gt;be about them, im sorry its not &lt;br /&gt;as of this day,&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT.EDIT.EDIT&lt;br /&gt;i have&amp;nbsp; met that girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate how one thing can ruin a moment &lt;br /&gt;some small simple thing that happens &lt;br /&gt;can ruin everything positive that just happened &lt;br /&gt;and i just want people to get over everything &lt;br /&gt;and i want to cut all ties with my rivals &lt;br /&gt;and suck up enough confidence i have &lt;br /&gt;and do i feel is right &lt;br /&gt;and tell everyone who keeps me &lt;br /&gt;to fuck off and leave it alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times i miss who i used to be &lt;br /&gt;this little naive boy &lt;br /&gt;who had no cares in the world &lt;br /&gt;who always found something to do &lt;br /&gt;before drugs, before alcohol, before tobacco &lt;br /&gt;before trouble, before letdown, before heartbreak &lt;br /&gt;before anger, hate, and jealousy. &lt;br /&gt;i want to be that person again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>____thom4s @ 2006-03-13T00:30:00</title>
    <published>2006-03-13T06:34:02Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-13T06:34:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">There are some noises you hear&lt;br /&gt;There are some places you go&lt;br /&gt;There are some things you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That makes it impossible for you to forget about someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if all at once&lt;br /&gt;every memory that we ever had&lt;br /&gt;was completely wiped from our minds&lt;br /&gt;we would start brand new today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow morning you would wake up.&lt;br /&gt;You wouldent have any past experiences&lt;br /&gt;You wouldent have any previous knowledge&lt;br /&gt;What would you do?&lt;br /&gt;Would you find those people who you care about?&lt;br /&gt;Would you find that one person who changed your life?&lt;br /&gt;Would you be the same person you were before you started over?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you be nervous or anxious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you had the opportunity to start your life over...&lt;br /&gt;...would you?</content>
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    <title>____thom4s @ 2006-03-08T23:47:00</title>
    <published>2006-03-09T05:55:16Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-09T05:55:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Have you ever watched the sunset in a car?&lt;br /&gt;With your feet placed on the dashboard.&lt;br /&gt;With someone next to you behind the wheel.&lt;br /&gt;Sitting on a sideroad by the highway,&lt;br /&gt;somewhere you could stay forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cars pass by and each one&lt;br /&gt;holds a different person&lt;br /&gt;with a different life&lt;br /&gt;different ages&lt;br /&gt;different races&lt;br /&gt;but, somehow they know someone&lt;br /&gt;who knows someone&lt;br /&gt;who knows someone&lt;br /&gt;who knows someone who knows you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop and think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When every moment &lt;br /&gt;feels like its happened before&lt;br /&gt;and when every song you hear &lt;br /&gt;you swear you've heard before&lt;br /&gt;then you know once and for all&lt;br /&gt;this is where you are supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;and theres a moment in your life&lt;br /&gt;where you know&lt;br /&gt;that everything you want&lt;br /&gt;will someday happen&lt;br /&gt;someone is waiting&lt;br /&gt;just for you&lt;br /&gt;someone is thinking&lt;br /&gt;about you&lt;br /&gt;and one day&lt;br /&gt;they'll be the ones behind the wheel&lt;br /&gt;with the glow of the brilliant&lt;br /&gt;pinks and blues and yellows&lt;br /&gt;glowing on their face&lt;br /&gt;as they shield their eyes&lt;br /&gt;to look into yours &lt;br /&gt;and they are thankful&lt;br /&gt;that instead of being someone who is passing by &lt;br /&gt;on that busy highway&lt;br /&gt;that they are sitting next to you.&lt;br /&gt;and at that moment&lt;br /&gt;you only feel grateful&lt;br /&gt;for someone to be with&lt;br /&gt;for someone to sing with&lt;br /&gt;to a song you picked&lt;br /&gt;that matches the melody &lt;br /&gt;of the sunset&lt;br /&gt;and from that point on&lt;br /&gt;everything will be perfect.</content>
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    <title>____thom4s @ 2006-02-28T23:28:00</title>
    <published>2006-03-01T05:28:29Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-01T05:28:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="5"&gt;READ BILLY COLLINS.&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>____thom4s @ 2006-02-26T23:31:00</title>
    <published>2006-02-27T05:35:45Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-27T05:35:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Scenario:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; Thomas, Allysson, Brittney, Paula, and Eric are sitting around a table at 11:00 pm saturday night at Olive Garden &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas: LETS FUCKING ASK FOR TURKEY.&lt;br /&gt;All: YEAH DO IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; Server walks over &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Server: How is everything? Is there anything i can get you?&lt;br /&gt;Brittney: Yeah acutally...do you think you could get me some turkey?&lt;br /&gt;Server: ...long pause....OH we're out actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT FUNNY?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!?!?!?!?!?!?!? &lt;br /&gt;too bad i peed and shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive smoked myself retarded.</content>
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    <title>Writers block during Timed Write Cure:</title>
    <published>2006-02-24T05:54:02Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-24T05:55:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Take one step&lt;br /&gt;Take another.&lt;br /&gt;[the skies become a brilliant white]&lt;br /&gt;Lift your head.&lt;br /&gt;Open your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;He felt around.&lt;br /&gt;Everything was black.&lt;br /&gt;[a flash of white, a crack of red, a wave of blue]&lt;br /&gt;The light burned his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Turning around he saw everything he was looking for.&lt;br /&gt;It seemed as if every wish was flashing past him in a stream of enigmatic light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run Faster.&lt;br /&gt;[acceptance, certainty, love, care, compassion, someone to see, someone to be, someone to love, somewhere to be]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He reached the stream&lt;br /&gt;Lowering a hand, something was blocking him.&lt;br /&gt;[light fades]&lt;br /&gt;Looking up he sees a shadowy figure above him.&lt;br /&gt;He looks to the skies&lt;br /&gt;[twelve stars are shining]&lt;br /&gt;Looking back at the figure, he notices the stream consuming it&lt;br /&gt;[sunrise]&lt;br /&gt;Shutting his eyes he lay his hand in the river.&lt;br /&gt;[pulled beneath the water, he found nothing]&lt;br /&gt;Again he was left in complete darkness.&lt;br /&gt;Something was whirring above him.&lt;br /&gt;Looking up, he saw the river, the stars, the sun, and the shadow, all looking down at him.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:____thom4s:11004</id>
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    <title>____thom4s @ 2006-02-22T22:44:00</title>
    <published>2006-02-23T04:51:37Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-23T04:51:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So i was looking at past Live journal entries and i found some pretty crazy shit.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stirred in his sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;[a hand moves, an eye blinks]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;A dream was coming into his mind, vivid, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000099"&gt;[At the end of a dock he stood, ashes were falling like snow. He screamed out, but no one would answer.&amp;nbsp; He yelled again...his voice echoing against the waves.]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She woke up, and walked away from the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcc33"&gt;[One last time he screamed.]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had a glass of water in her hands, she set it on the table, placed her arms around his chest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#666666"&gt;[The tear that ran down his cheek cleaned away the dirt and ash on his face.&amp;nbsp; He looked up and saw what he had been running from]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;He woke up shaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Hello Ladies and Gentlemen, [&lt;strong&gt;the lights fade as a spot light looms over&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;the narrator]&lt;/strong&gt; Welcome, to the &lt;font color="#cc0000"&gt;show&lt;/font&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;[a flash of lights, audience&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;jumps],&lt;/strong&gt; [&lt;strong&gt;a small speck of light trails across the stage, extinguishing into&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;darkness&lt;/strong&gt;] I know what you have all been waiting for.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Make this ride as fast as I can&lt;br /&gt;Tonight this road home feels a little longer&lt;br /&gt;I hope you know that you were my &lt;font color="#ffcc00"&gt;best friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;Tonight I said goodbye, but I should have said more&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the best time of my life.&lt;br /&gt;Come home, now that you're gone I've finally realized&lt;br /&gt;That you were the best&lt;br /&gt;Come home, I won't forget the times that we had&lt;br /&gt;I'm wishing that you weren't a part of my past&lt;br /&gt;Emptiness swallows this town&lt;br /&gt;From now on I will be alone for good&lt;br /&gt;Will you remember my name?&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping that I will hear from you soon&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for everything&lt;br /&gt;Come home, now that you're gone I've finally realized&lt;br /&gt;That you were the best&lt;br /&gt;Come home, I won't forget the times that we had&lt;br /&gt;So please don't be a part of my past.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;The boy stirred in his sleep, he reached over, she was gone, the bed still warm from where she was.&amp;nbsp; He looked over at the time, 9:10, he had been asleep for a while.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He slept again.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Act One, Scene Two [the audience stirrs] a boy and his dreams. [the theater is left black]&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;As he's dying in his dreams&lt;br /&gt;i hope you're &lt;font color="#000099"&gt;choking&lt;/font&gt; in your sleep&lt;br /&gt;try and breathe &lt;br /&gt;justice push this pillow&lt;br /&gt;try and breathe&lt;br /&gt;try and breathe&lt;br /&gt;my sweet&lt;br /&gt;i wish you the best and that you'll sleep &lt;br /&gt;dragging it back into my dreams &lt;br /&gt;lay your head down try and rest&lt;br /&gt;you left him sweating summer nights facedown &lt;br /&gt;foreplay with the streets&lt;br /&gt;the salt to garnish his wounds &lt;br /&gt;and you just danced your way home &lt;br /&gt;[&lt;font color="#cc0000"&gt;paint your walls with his insides and hang his life above your bed &lt;br /&gt;paint your walls with his insides try and sleep now&lt;/font&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;you made it so&lt;br /&gt;as he's dying in his dreams&lt;br /&gt;i hope you're choking in your sleep&lt;br /&gt;try and breathe&lt;br /&gt;justice push this pillow&lt;br /&gt;try and breathe&lt;br /&gt;try and breathe &lt;br /&gt;my sweet&lt;br /&gt;i wish you the best and that you'll sleep&lt;br /&gt;dragging it back into my dreams &lt;br /&gt;lay your head down try and rest&lt;br /&gt;i bet you love this, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;i bet you love this, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;i bet you love this... &lt;br /&gt;now peel back his skin dear, peel back his skin &lt;br /&gt;and he'll just smile.... &lt;br /&gt;but he's only smiling to deny the pain&lt;br /&gt;and he's only smiling&lt;br /&gt;and i bet you love this, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;i bet you love this, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;i bet you love this, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;my sweet &lt;br /&gt;i wish you the best and that you'll sleep&lt;br /&gt;dragging it back into my dreams &lt;br /&gt;lay your head down try to rest &lt;br /&gt;one last breath, i'll watch you,&lt;br /&gt;i'll watch you breathe your last&lt;br /&gt;one last breath&lt;br /&gt;i won't even close my eyes&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;He woke again...she was back. She looked him in the eye, and didnt see that love he once had for her.&amp;nbsp; She shed a single tear, but hid it with a smile. She said it was ok for him to leave her, he wasnt so sure. He held her hand, closed his eyes, and went back to sleep.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;Act Two [the curtain draws, the narrator is standing alone]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;Keep the noise low.&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't wanna blow it.&lt;br /&gt;Shaking head to toe&lt;br /&gt;while your left hand does "the show me around."&lt;br /&gt;Quickens your heartbeat.&lt;br /&gt;It beats me straight into the ground.&lt;br /&gt;You don't recover from a night like this.&lt;br /&gt;A victim, still lying in bed, completely motionless.&lt;br /&gt;A hand moves in the dark to a zipper.&lt;br /&gt;Hear a boy bracing tight against sheets&lt;br /&gt;barely whisper, "This is so messed up."&lt;br /&gt;Upon arrival the guests had all stared.&lt;br /&gt;Dripping wet and clearly depressed,&lt;br /&gt;he'd headed straight for the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;No longer cool, but a boy in a stitch,&lt;br /&gt;unprepared for a life full of lies and failing relationships.&lt;br /&gt;(Up the stairs: the station where&lt;br /&gt;the act becomes the art of growing up.)&lt;br /&gt;He keeps his hands low.&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't wanna blow it.&lt;br /&gt;He's wet from head to toe and&lt;br /&gt;his eyes give her the up and the down.&lt;br /&gt;His stomach turns and he thinks of throwing up.&lt;br /&gt;But the body on the bed beckons forward&lt;br /&gt;and he starts growing up.&lt;br /&gt;The fever, the focus.&lt;br /&gt;The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell.&lt;br /&gt;Die young and save yourself.&lt;br /&gt;The tickle, the taste of...&lt;br /&gt;It used to be the reason I breathed but now it's choking me up.&lt;br /&gt;Die young and save yourself.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;I knew you were wrong all along...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;X&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy stood up. He looked her in the face, watching the tears sream down his face in the reflection of her blue eyes. He said nothing, only stared, he wondered what he was doing. She extended her hand infront of him, telling him to come with her. The boy grabbed her hand, not realizing the razorblades. His blood ran down his arm from his hand, warming his icy arm. She looked at him with those blue eyes, and that smile, and he felt trapped. The boy tried to speak but he couldent, she had stolen his voice, he was helpless, loosing blood, barely able to stand. The boy saw everyone around him, keeping him from falling over, their hands as white as angels wings, extending out and pushing the boy up when he stumbled. The light was growing, but the boy still had lost his heart down the path. He looked into her eyes, and was able to mutter a few words from his scratchy throat, "I..." he coughed up blood. "I..cant." The boy let go of her hand, turned around and ran, ran so far into the dark again, hoping to find some sort of light at the end. Yet she didnt give up, her voice was repeating in the boys head, constantly reminding him of what he is letting go. She looked down at her hand and saw the blood, and she realized then what occured. She sat down on the dirt, and shut her eyes as the light faded. Her boy was gone, running down a path with no end, yet she knew there were others waiting along the path. She turned around, there on the ground next to her, was the boys heart, laying helpless, bandaged with white cloth. With that she stood, and walked. The boy looked behind, saw the light die. His eyes adjusted, he kept running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;He looked at their faces, and he wondered what he was doing. &amp;nbsp;He let the ice in his glass melt away into his drink. He hated the taste, he hated it so much.&amp;nbsp;He just drank to keep them guessing. &amp;nbsp;He wanted people to be curious about him. &amp;nbsp;He wanted people to know if he was drinking.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;He stood up, gave his head a second to adjust, then he started walking towards the other side of the room.&amp;nbsp;He saw people looking at him like they wanted to say something, but he just kept walking past them, giving them a little smile so they knew that he knows what they want. &amp;nbsp;He loved these people, he loved them so much, and he just didn’t think that any of them felt the same way. &amp;nbsp;He reached the kitchen, it was dark.&amp;nbsp;He searched for the light switch, patting the walls down. &amp;nbsp;He heard something from across the room.&amp;nbsp;He coughed and started to walk towards the refrigerator, ignoring the glowing eyes from across the room.&amp;nbsp;She stood there watching him, she knew he would come over, she just knew. &amp;nbsp;He opened the door and light flooded the kitchen.&amp;nbsp;She stood there in the light, her pupils got smaller as she looked him in the face. &amp;nbsp;He looked through her, and she knew.&amp;nbsp;She leaned up against the wall, a look like nothing he’s ever seen before. &amp;nbsp;He grabbed the bottle, refilled his glass, closed the door and walked away.&amp;nbsp;She laughed, thinking he meant nothing by it.&amp;nbsp;She followed him out into the living room of his friend’s house, there were a lot of people, all giving her the same look. &amp;nbsp;He walked up the stairs and he looked down and saw her standing at the feet of the staircase.&amp;nbsp;He looked at her once, their eyes met, and at that second, she fell down again.&amp;nbsp;She opened her eyes and saw water rushing around her quickly, then, a hand pulled her out.&amp;nbsp;It wasn’t him though, it was someone else, some one stronger, and better for her. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;He smiled, and continued walking along the shore of the beach that he mysteriously wound up on. &amp;nbsp;He was used to it by now, never being in the same place, always walking through a door and winding up somewhere that he’s never been. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;The waves cascaded on the sand and he looked up at the moon.&amp;nbsp;He heard someone screaming from behind him. It was her, her new find had left her. She screamed like he’s never heard before, but he didn’t look behind, he kept walking, and saw out of the corner of his eye, her trembling body fall down onto the sand.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;She never stopped screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p&gt;X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God i wish i still wrote like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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    <title>Update</title>
    <published>2006-02-13T05:17:42Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-13T05:19:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Its been forever and so many things have changed.&lt;br /&gt;Looking back on things that have happened just in the past...10 months has shocked me.&lt;br /&gt;So many things have come back just from reading these past entries, and i don't even feel like the same person that i was.&lt;br /&gt;I've lost too many people, but ive gained so many people that i look past that.&lt;br /&gt;My life is ideal right now, and i can honestly say that.&lt;br /&gt;The people that are in my life are meant to be in my life, and the people that are out of my life are meant to be out of my life.&lt;br /&gt;As harsh as that sounds, its completely true.&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel the same things that i used to, and i don't have those same foolish dreams that i could get lost in for days that caused me a lot of pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, it's hard to cope with what you have lost.&lt;br /&gt;When you pull a thorn out of your side, it only gets stuck in your hand.&lt;br /&gt;I am a completely different person than who i used to be, and i think its difficult for people to realize that.&lt;br /&gt;Something happened to me, and everything changed.&lt;br /&gt;I don't do the same things i used to, i don't feel the same things i used to, and i personally think that I'm a better person, agree or disagree, it doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally seeing how young i am now that I've finally grown up, and it can be hard to deal with...but its just something i have to deal with.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm just scared of being alone next year.&lt;br /&gt;That's my only problem.&lt;br /&gt;As lame as it sounds, it's true.&lt;br /&gt;My best friends are all leaving me, and i wont have them all next year.&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared of seperation, and I'm incredibly nervous about Allysson leaving...but i hope and pray that for some reason she will stay here. I honestly don't know what i would do without her.&lt;br /&gt;The one and only time i disapointed her, i had a complete mental breakdown, and it showed me that i care about her enough to feel so bad about some small and trivial thing, and it makes me think, if she knows this, then why is she so blunt when she tells me she's leaving.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think she will.&lt;br /&gt;I hope she doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;And i see people losing friends left and right, and it freaks me out to know that could happen to me. But you just have to realize that these things do happen and you can cope with whatever comes at you.&lt;br /&gt;I think that's something that people need to realize.&lt;br /&gt;No matter what comes at you, you can deal.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a survivor of heartbreak, loss, change, denial, depression, hostility, anger, hatred, deception, letdown, and so many more things, and im still living.&lt;br /&gt;Everything is turning around.&lt;br /&gt;Like sunlight through a grey cloudy sky.</content>
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    <title>____thom4s @ 2005-11-25T12:39:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-25T18:40:56Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&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; it &lt;font size="6"&gt;kills me&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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    <title>____thom4s @ 2005-08-28T19:09:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-29T00:09:06Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-29T00:10:02Z</updated>
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&lt;p&gt;...iends on...&lt;/p&gt;
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