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  <title>no one understands me</title>
  <subtitle>expand my mind (and genitals)</subtitle>
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    <name>expand my mind (and genitals)</name>
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  <updated>2005-04-05T20:21:30Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:_on_drugs_:783</id>
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    <title>eff.yoo.</title>
    <published>2005-04-05T20:18:58Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-05T20:21:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">it has been so long.&lt;br /&gt;forgive.my.longness.&lt;br /&gt;(blame.the.enzyte)..&lt;br /&gt;as.for.my.hardness,the same rule applies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this paper bag on my head&lt;br /&gt;is getting a little musty.&lt;br /&gt;like.between.your.mom's.legs.&lt;br /&gt;ooh,burn,mothafucka!&lt;br /&gt;peace.be.with.the.enlightened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nobody.knows.who.this.is&lt;br /&gt;i am like a puzzle,wrapped in enigma,&lt;br /&gt;wrapped in tortilla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;a.burrito.of.mystery.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where.is.that __on_beautiful_  character?&lt;br /&gt;perhaps he fell __off_beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;perhaps he is now only __on_pretty?&lt;br /&gt;which is not as badass.&lt;br /&gt;no,not.as.badass&lt;br /&gt;at.all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps i intimidate him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DRUGZ ROOL!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:_on_drugs_:751</id>
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    <title>We haven't been able to wear skirts in a REALLY LONG TIME.</title>
    <published>2004-12-08T06:02:40Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-08T06:02:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm On Drugs.&lt;br /&gt;Drugs are on ME.&lt;br /&gt;We are sicccccccccck.&lt;br /&gt;My nose is running&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use toilet paper for tissue. My nose is bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude brah I love wearin my flip flops in the winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk on top of snow like I was G zuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got any dank nugs yo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude let's wear skirts tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;It's totally gonna be skirt weather.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Do you think I'm BAD?&lt;br /&gt;I AM GOING TO INFECT YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you lonely?&lt;br /&gt;It's only like 11. My nite just began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll totally have to be ON DRUGS to get what I'm sayin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll totally give you a ryde to skewl tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We really need to get some STARBUX before schoo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allrite. But yeah. Okay. Allrite. I love you. I hate you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEeiitch. &lt;br /&gt;Bye.f</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:_on_drugs_:421</id>
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    <title>writing.like.this.is.so.profound.and.mysterious</title>
    <published>2004-12-06T04:18:47Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-06T04:42:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">nine thousand seconds of daylights&lt;br /&gt;in alaska they look like they have down syndrome&lt;br /&gt;your starlight beauty fades,porn turns me on.&lt;br /&gt;like lightning do we strike.i strike again.&lt;br /&gt;and again.and again.but not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;oh wait, once more.and again.&lt;br /&gt;when will i stop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and again.i strike.&lt;br /&gt;because i am good.at.bowling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your heart feels like a cold salami, how i long to place it in my sterile fridge&lt;br /&gt;among the leftovers from better times, but salami gives me gas&lt;br /&gt;it gives me gas,my love so flatulent.</content>
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