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  <title>she's like a hot cloth on a fevered head</title>
  <subtitle>kylie rock</subtitle>
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    <name>kylie rock</name>
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  <updated>2006-08-25T04:36:47Z</updated>
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    <title>__danced @ 2006-08-25T00:35:00</title>
    <published>2006-08-25T04:36:47Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I, kylie nichole rock, am no longer on house arrest.&lt;br /&gt;and i have a mullet.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm on my way to being a cosmetologist.&lt;br /&gt;and/or becoming bald from hair dye.&lt;br /&gt;and that bitch who's been on matthew's nuts peaced the fuck out.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAH. suckkaz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come into cici's and leave me tips.</content>
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    <title>__danced @ 2006-08-20T22:54:00</title>
    <published>2006-08-21T02:58:32Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-21T02:58:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">doooooood.&lt;br /&gt;some fucking broad myspace messaged my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;telling him to break up with me for his friend kelsey.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, this is getting fucking ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;And i'm about to knock someone's teeth down their throat.</content>
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    <title>__danced @ 2006-08-08T03:12:00</title>
    <published>2006-08-08T07:15:50Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-08T07:15:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i work at cici's pizza now.&lt;br /&gt;i quit at the mainstreet grille.&lt;br /&gt;you should have seen me quit.&lt;br /&gt;ask me and i'll tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why did i steal four packs of gauges?</content>
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    <title>__danced @ 2006-07-31T17:17:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-31T21:15:39Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-31T21:15:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">we're starting a food not bombs chapter in canton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;join and shit?</content>
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    <title>__danced @ 2006-07-25T20:12:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-26T00:13:31Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-26T00:13:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">CHECK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEFORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT.</content>
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    <title>__danced @ 2006-07-24T01:02:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-24T05:03:21Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-24T05:03:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I punched my boyfriend in the eye today.&lt;br /&gt;it was cute. you should have been there.</content>
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    <title>__danced @ 2006-07-16T15:40:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-16T19:52:27Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-16T19:52:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01.I had a birthday party. And it was very nice. A lot of people showed up. And it was really good to see a lot of people i haven't seen in a while. My brother came back from florida to visit. And that was incredible. I love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. I went back with nick to florida on my birthday. I wore a princess crown and a wand through the airport. And i didn't let ANYONE forget that it was my birthday. I got to have a sleepover with liz. And it was great to see her. I just fucking love her. I named nick's cat dextromethorphan. And we had a special vegan dinner. And nick even liked it! I want to go back so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. I got a job in the mall food court. I work with lindsay. I pass out free samples of chinese chicken for five hours. You should come see me at work. I'll give you extra samples!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. I've dyed my hair four times in the past two weeks. My hair is on the verge of falling out. Steven dyed it last night. And i look like a fucking scene kid. SWEEEEEETTTT BRO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05. I went to geauga lake with matthew. He was so fucking sick and we didn't get to ride any roller coasters because of it. But it's alright. His mom likes me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06. I went with yayo papi to look at cars today. And i'm buying one asap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all.</content>
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    <title>__danced @ 2006-06-25T05:48:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-25T10:30:33Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-25T10:42:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/ledoctordr/Picture715.jpg" border="4px"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You would never guess the dangerous obstacles i endured to get that big bouncy ball.</content>
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    <title>__danced @ 2006-06-16T23:16:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-17T03:16:03Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-18T04:44:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/ledoctordr/gjor0-yr008.jpg" border="4px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;motherbear.</content>
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    <title>__danced @ 2006-06-12T17:37:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-12T21:39:25Z</published>
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    <content type="html">If you were wondering&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing well.</content>
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    <title>__danced @ 2006-05-29T19:10:00</title>
    <published>2006-05-29T23:11:22Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-29T23:11:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/atswm"&gt;...and then she was murdered&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what cuties.</content>
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    <title>__danced @ 2006-05-04T23:45:00</title>
    <published>2006-05-05T03:58:14Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-05T03:58:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Comment with your answers. &lt;br /&gt;And i'll reply with mine for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What's your full name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. what reminds you of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. what person do i remind you of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. what song would you match me to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. what do you like best about me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. what do you dislike most about me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. what little things do i subconsciously do that you've noticed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. how have i influenced you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. where do you see our lives in the future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. make up a cheesy poem about me.</content>
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    <title>__danced @ 2006-04-28T19:05:00</title>
    <published>2006-04-28T23:28:23Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-28T23:28:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I got the guts. And i called.&lt;br /&gt;I called because i can't sit here and watch you destroy yourself with fucking drugs like i did. You're so fucking young, joshua lee roan. You don't need this. You don't need to waste your teenage years focusing on what drugs you'll get your hands on next. You need to experience. learn. love. take control. before you kill yourself. and whether you see it or not, those pills you're eating are killing you from the inside out. And I know you're going to say, "how the hell do you know? I can handle myself." I know because I've been there. I know because I've wasted away the past couple years popping. snorting. smoking. sipping. shooting. dropping. whatever i could get my hands on. and its because I was terrified of myself. And now, I see my former self in you so much that it makes me sick. It makes me fucking sick that when i tried to talk to you about it, you accused me of being a hypocrite because i was the one mainlining. Please, josh, emphasize the WAS part of that statement. Please, josh, grow the fuck up and realize that you got yourself into this mess, and you're pissing on the only person who really gives a damn whether you die from an overdose or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't tell you that i called. I'll leave it up to her to contact you, or your mother. This time, you have no fucking way to get out of it. You can't bullshit your way out of trouble anymore. Because i told her everything. Did it ever occur to you, that if you have to lie over and over again, maybe you're doing something remotely wrong? It doesn't matter anymore. Because you're going to get help. With or without your will. I don't give a fuck if you kick and scream against it. I don't care if you decide that you should hate me for taking the initiative to help you before you kill yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go ahead and hate me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. &lt;br /&gt;really. &lt;br /&gt;don't. &lt;br /&gt;fucking. &lt;br /&gt;care.</content>
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    <title>__danced @ 2006-04-28T00:28:00</title>
    <published>2006-04-28T04:28:42Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I cried today.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and it felt great.</content>
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    <title>__danced @ 2006-04-23T15:36:00</title>
    <published>2006-04-23T19:44:41Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-23T19:49:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I stood under a waterfall.&lt;br /&gt;I got in touch with nature.&lt;br /&gt;[which really means i smoked herb in a cave.]&lt;br /&gt;I walked through cliffs and hills and forest barefoot.&lt;br /&gt;I had a picnic.&lt;br /&gt;I learned to play chess.&lt;br /&gt;I read the newest cosmo.&lt;br /&gt;I saw the the shittiest graffiti in my life.&lt;br /&gt;[which means, 4:20, ICP roolz, and R.I.P tupac in every direction.]&lt;br /&gt;I became jane of the jungle.&lt;br /&gt;[and now i have to grow my armpit hair.] [jayslashkay.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todd is a polar bear on the outside, and a butterfly on the inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaycie is a slingshot extraordinaire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a church group was at the falls, also. I was wearing a skirt. Every christian kid got a peek of my cha cha/ass when i climbed up a boulder and slid down it. SUCKAZ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was such a great day.</content>
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    <title>__danced @ 2006-04-16T06:20:00</title>
    <published>2006-04-16T10:32:24Z</published>
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    <content type="html">i went to columbus today with two of the greatest people in the world today.&lt;br /&gt;we stopped at a coffee shop that has the greatest coffee in the entire world. and taco bell. and white trash walmart along the way. We passed the house of the man who invented the pop tab. I read the april issue of cosmo. And we started our band. We went to see hi ho six shooter in the basement of some kid's house. They were fantastic. We bought shirts. Sidney gave me his cd. THANKS SIDNEY! we gave eachother nicknames. karli is Dark angel. I'm forgotten warrior. and sidney is the gilmore girls. i just really enjoyed it. and being around them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, i'm pirating movies from the internet.&lt;br /&gt;I also misplaced my cellphone somewhere in my house.&lt;br /&gt;fuuuckkkkkkk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:]</content>
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    <title>__danced @ 2006-04-08T17:40:00</title>
    <published>2006-04-08T21:42:36Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I fell into a deeper obsession with degrassi last night.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. The three-ish month wait was definately worth it.</content>
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    <title>__danced @ 2006-04-05T15:56:00</title>
    <published>2006-04-05T20:06:27Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://www.medisave.co.uk/images/kylie_male_super.jpg" border="3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kylie is a brand of men's underwear in the UK.&lt;br /&gt;fuck yeah man.</content>
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    <title>__danced @ 2006-02-23T20:46:00</title>
    <published>2006-02-24T02:37:29Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-31T00:42:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i. Anne is a college student.&lt;br /&gt;Convinced she has a string connecting&lt;br /&gt;her back to her bedpost.&lt;br /&gt;Anne doesn't drive.&lt;br /&gt;She just paces backwards &lt;br /&gt;every step she takes forward.&lt;br /&gt;For fear of getting tangled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ii. A used car salesman in a convenient store&lt;br /&gt;Dressed in a leisure suit.&lt;br /&gt;lays his hand on the service desk&lt;br /&gt; "give me the goods."&lt;br /&gt;The sales clerk hands him a box&lt;br /&gt;He carefully peaks into it, and leaves.&lt;br /&gt;shouting something about grabbing the bull by the horns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iii. An active member of PETA.com&lt;br /&gt;working at a major slaughterhouse &lt;br /&gt;Replaces the steaks with tofu&lt;br /&gt;leaving a thank you note &lt;br /&gt;from each animal you don't eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iv. A cocaine lord in peru&lt;br /&gt;sends 18 girls to the U.S.&lt;br /&gt;with 2 kilos of cocaine &lt;br /&gt;shoved into their cavities.&lt;br /&gt;first, fucking each one carefully&lt;br /&gt;to loosen them up.&lt;br /&gt;to break them in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v. A mail carrier on the job&lt;br /&gt;stops at a new house on his route&lt;br /&gt;noticing the foreign family&lt;br /&gt;he writes a poem to them&lt;br /&gt;and shoves it in their mailbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Immigration&lt;br /&gt;Bullshit, green card&lt;br /&gt;stealing, forcing, fucking&lt;br /&gt;Jobless, theives, au revoir!, caio&lt;br /&gt;Leaving, flying, sailing&lt;br /&gt;Home, native.&lt;br /&gt;emigration&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vi. You haven't eaten/slept in four days&lt;br /&gt;your body is begging you to give in.&lt;br /&gt;inching another hit through your nostril&lt;br /&gt;you tilt your head back and say;&lt;br /&gt;"its a mutual relationship, you know?&lt;br /&gt;I should be lucky to have this kind of commitment."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vii. a truck driver in omaha&lt;br /&gt;stops to refuel with fellow truckers.&lt;br /&gt;He mentions to one that he loves his job.&lt;br /&gt;when asked why, he tells him to think&lt;br /&gt;about the best blowjob he's ever recieved.&lt;br /&gt;"now subtract the teeth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;viii. Everytime maria shoots up&lt;br /&gt;she fantasizes about bleeding to death&lt;br /&gt;just before her high wears off.&lt;br /&gt;Today, she forgot to tap her needle.&lt;br /&gt;God must really love maria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ix. A middle aged recent divorcee&lt;br /&gt;of the one nameless slut who &lt;br /&gt;fucked freddie prince jr on camera&lt;br /&gt;smokes a cigar in his sixth floor hotel room&lt;br /&gt;looking down at the complimentary mint&lt;br /&gt;placed dynamically in the center of the pillow&lt;br /&gt;he smiles and thinks out loud,&lt;br /&gt;"that bitch thought she could ruin me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x. A twenty something year old kid&lt;br /&gt;fucks his fifth girl of the day.&lt;br /&gt;shortly after coming, he rolls over&lt;br /&gt;and calmly whispers into her ear&lt;br /&gt;"baby, I have AIDS."</content>
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