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  <title>I close my eyes and count to 10.</title>
  <subtitle>Hope it's over when I open them.</subtitle>
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    <name>..x(Jeffy)x..</name>
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  <updated>2004-04-06T17:05:31Z</updated>
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    <title>Bailey..</title>
    <published>2004-04-06T17:02:16Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-06T17:05:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font face="book antiqua"&gt;Have a happy birthday.. Nice trip and life in Missouri.. Let's hope you don't do a guy like you did me.&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:_lost_n_found_:2233</id>
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    <title>My God..</title>
    <published>2004-03-28T04:27:04Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-28T04:30:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font face="book antiqua"&gt;I was hit on by a Drag King today at the Mall.. Not a Drag Queen (thank God) But a Drag King! Yeah, I was like with my cousin walking. And we were just leaving Spencers Gifts and all of a sudden this "manlike" figure I guess you could say? Looks at me and speaks these dreading words to my ears.. "Oh, yeah. I'd turn straight for you. Yes sir, yes sir." So that &lt;b&gt;THING&lt;/b&gt; walks away and I'm just standing there like "What The Hell?!" you know.. And I look at my cousin who is laughing constantly. So I'm like, "How can that dude-- Wait.. He's a dude, and I'm a dude. How can he liking me be considered hetero?" And my cousin all laughing trying to get words out. "Du-Du- Ha, heh. That wasn't a dude, that was a chick. A female dressed up like a guy. A Drag King!" At the same time I feel relieved, strangely flattered.. Yet disturbed. So me and my cousin hit Aladdin's Castle because we want to play that dancing game. And I see her there. Anyways I avoid her.. And that's the end of that. So my day was strange yet flattering. Anyways I'm out.... So? Goodbye, I guess?&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>."The Word, It's Meaning".</title>
    <published>2004-03-25T17:12:22Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-25T17:12:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font face="book antiqua"&gt;I speak the meaning of one word,&lt;br /&gt;Not "Life", not "Nevermore", not "Time"&lt;br /&gt;But for a word I can't afford &lt;br /&gt;To overpass it in my rhymes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Undaunted still I feel like haunted&lt;br /&gt;For I can't pick one definition&lt;br /&gt;Which defines this word, affronted&lt;br /&gt;By all its meanings in collision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's something I can't touch or see,&lt;br /&gt;It's something I can only feel,&lt;br /&gt;It's something deep inside of me,&lt;br /&gt;Something ya'll can never kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still it's not just "something" for us,&lt;br /&gt;It's the "thing" we all want to own,&lt;br /&gt;It's the "thing" which makes us thus&lt;br /&gt;Above all animals, alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This word remains a mystery&lt;br /&gt;And still I use it every time&lt;br /&gt;Within my thoughts in reverie&lt;br /&gt;Or in my love and sorrow rhymes.&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:_lost_n_found_:1267</id>
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    <title>."Death's Little Messenger".</title>
    <published>2004-03-24T19:43:30Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-24T19:43:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font face="book antiqua"&gt;Count your blessings, like a menacing shadow, there he appears,&lt;br /&gt;Residing on the window seal, you gasp with horror, bask with fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once was a prosperous day, but the sky turns dark,&lt;br /&gt;Watch as the wind carries him away, you feel your world tearing apart...&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:_lost_n_found_:988</id>
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    <title>."Xplanationz".</title>
    <published>2004-03-24T19:26:31Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-24T19:34:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font face="book antiqua"&gt;This is more like the wind, that carries your breath&lt;br /&gt;I saw what the future holds, what we got left?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we get along? Think about the days past?&lt;br /&gt;You stand in torment, do you think you could last?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found myself stirring, wondering why life is so cruel,&lt;br /&gt;Actually I was toe the toe with doubt, preparing for a duel.&lt;br /&gt;You think this is absurd? Well, so do I,&lt;br /&gt;I witnessed a grown man testify, and his mother cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do these streets hold for us? Redemption is nigh,&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could be like the feather, forever I would fly.&lt;br /&gt;But what we need are answers, the ones to our prayers,&lt;br /&gt;Why wont they come true, ask God if you dare.&lt;br /&gt;So if you find yourself lost, all but escape temptations,&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my abode, prepare for Xplanationz.&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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