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  <title>Tim</title>
  <subtitle>Tim</subtitle>
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    <name>Tim</name>
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  <updated>2006-01-28T16:43:55Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:_the_beast:3939</id>
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    <title>Wassup yo</title>
    <published>2006-01-28T16:43:55Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-28T16:43:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Got a new lap top and wireless connection and now I can write,play games,download porn, and keep in touch with the peeps whenever I want!!!! Wooohoooo, Fuck fourth pressings why should first pressingshave all the fun.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:_the_beast:3762</id>
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    <title>Your vote is a joke</title>
    <published>2004-10-15T01:58:03Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-15T01:58:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ya'll suckaz who believe that voting will change the the system you despise, step down cuz we don't need you.&lt;br /&gt;You think there is a difference in the two choices you're given. Why only 2? There is NO choice. It's a lie . It's an illusion. It doesn't exist. Wake up. The system is using you.&lt;br /&gt; It's time to stop the voting. If you're ready for the revolution, STEP! Any one but Bush, get back to the flock and get ready to be slaughterd.&lt;br /&gt;The media is fuckin' your mind up! It's turnin' you against yourself. Don't play into their hands. Do not give them your time. Do not give them your soul. Do not give them your born freedom.&lt;br /&gt;It's 10,000,000 to 1 in our favour. We CAN fight! We can show the system the power of the people.&lt;br /&gt;To all who may respond with their blind rhetoric, step down to the flag and put a bullet in your head, cuz you're a part of the problem and the bullet is your solution. I'm for the Tribe of the People. We were all born free and I refuse to give up my freedom.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:_the_beast:3348</id>
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    <title>The Scream</title>
    <published>2004-09-22T23:59:11Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-22T23:59:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">For ame_chan.&lt;br /&gt;It went sorta like ths,&lt;br /&gt;"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And continued for about thirty seconds.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:_the_beast:3254</id>
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    <title>Polypissypants</title>
    <published>2004-09-19T23:47:22Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-19T23:47:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Have you ever been attracted to someone who wasn't poly but you tried to explain your polyamorous situation and they ended up running away  from you screaming? Even though before you even broached the subject you knew they were totally diggin' you. Do people like that really prefer that I would cheat on my spice? Why would it disapoint a girl if she discovers that she HAS a chance with me? I mean no disrespect to my poly sisters out there, but most of the time I find we have very little in common. Mostly because I am a very simple person, and I find most poly women a bit "out there". &lt;br /&gt; ....Well , as I pause and reflect on that last statement it accurs to me that, I too am "out there".&lt;br /&gt; Fuck it, down the hatch, I'm a  freak. But I'm a really fun freak! Why can't I convert those monogamous fools!? Can't they see I'm horney! &lt;br /&gt; FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK!!!!!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:_the_beast:2861</id>
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    <title>My 9/11 day</title>
    <published>2004-09-13T03:21:19Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-13T03:21:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">9/11 threw all kinds of wierd shit at me yesterday and I feel as though I was put to some strange cosmic test. Soon after I posted in my LJ how hard I was going to party, The Bird starts developing this raspy, weezing cough. She had to see a doctor, but I did not want to fuck around with the ER.so N calls our family practitioner (fuck spelling), and doc meets us at her office. Very nice I must say. She gives us Rx and sets up an apointment for X-ray.&lt;br /&gt; Sure as shit in a circus, they tell us Bird has pnemonia. This really sux!&lt;br /&gt;We get Bird her stuff and I drop everyone off at home and head out to the party.(I made a bunch of food for it, so I kinda felt like I should deliver it)&lt;br /&gt; I pick up my buddy B and head to my cafe to get the food. After we loaded up we're heading down the road and we realize we forgot the directions. Soooo we call and get directions and turns out we went to far. Head back the other way when I notice these kids up the road playing football in the middle of the road. Not just a regular road but a major route kind of road. I start slowing down and B and I are wondering if their parents know that their in-bred cracker spawn are playing touch football with DEATH!! As I start to cross the line of scrimmage I scan from side to side and see DAD hollering to his kids to go long!!!!Cracker dad then fakes a pass as I'm driving by. This little gesture sends his dog into fetch mode and WAMMMMM!!!! I hit my breaks mostly in time So I had the chance to see shep get flung 10 feet in the fucking air. I totaly freak, pull over and watch shep run into the arms of crying children. Cracker Dad  reasures me that  shep should be all right and that there is nothing to worry about. But I suggested that maybe since doggie just crashed into a van, maybe he should call a vet. Now Cracker Mom comes over and her and dad start having a red neck style screaming fight in front of their crying, traumatized kids and crippled for life dog and a couple random dudes. So we leave ...fast! As we are leaving I look in the back seat and see all my work on the floor .SHITCHRISTINHELL! We pull over again and salvage most of the food.After we put the food back together we realize that in the mist of chaos we went the wrong way again. We had to drive by the cracker house again. I drive by pretending not to notice them, but I do of course, I see Mom washing the car and the kids playing catch (in the nice big yard this time) and Dad and shep sharing a cold one. &lt;br /&gt; We finally get to the party and all was cool. Called N to see how Bird was doing. All seemed well at home so I started to relaxed a bit. B and I had some drinks and got some food when this woman cuts in and asked B and I how we hooked up. I told her that we worked together and we clicked and are friends. &lt;br /&gt; Then she starts asking us what kind of relationship we have. That's when it hits me. She thinks we're a gay couple, and when I started to look around the party it was clear that everyone else thought so too. &lt;br /&gt; I'll say it straight, I am not gay at all, but this was the best thing that could've happened all night, becouse now we had the attention of all the rednecks wives and they didn't even care! B and I messed with their heads all night. They couldn't figure us out. And we were able to get away with talking dirty to them, to  the point of degrading them and they ate it up! Just cuz they thought we were GAY!!!! The one woman who really new was sooo cool and kept it under lids. That was great. &lt;br /&gt; When I dropped B off I got pulled over( more shit) for speeding, but the cop let me go with a warning.&lt;br /&gt; That whole day it felt like things were being thrown at me. And at first I thought they were really bad, then it accured to me that it all worked out fine.&lt;br /&gt;We caught Birds pnemonia real early, now she's bouncey and happy and doing well.&lt;br /&gt;I hit the breaks in time. Shep is alive.&lt;br /&gt;Even though the food fell all over the place, it was all good. And I saved the mousse cake, mostly.&lt;br /&gt;Being mistaken for a homo isn't always a bad thing. &lt;br /&gt;And not all cops suck balls. Just a lot of 'em do.</content>
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    <title>Hurray!!!!!!</title>
    <published>2004-09-08T02:33:01Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-08T02:33:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Yay!!! Autumn is here in Vermont. The leaves are begining to change and there's the smell of fire places being lit and the sky at night gets so clear you swear you can see infinity. This is my ultimate favorite season. The chilly nights and short days and the whole eeriness of the boney looking trees just really cheer me up. &lt;br /&gt; Halloween is my favorite holiday, football is the only sport I care to watch and who dosen't like real apple cider fresh from the press. I'm sooo happy Summer is over and spring is the worst. Inotice how my moods change with the seasons and I realize a lot of people go through a similar cycle. I do find rather neat that my cycle patterns are a little backwards. I like being backwards.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:_the_beast:2531</id>
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    <title>I want to find my real parents</title>
    <published>2004-09-03T23:31:33Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-03T23:31:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It occured to me recently that I've been adopted by a well meaning white couple when I was a little baby, but I hear the calling of my roots every time I listen to Public Enemy, read about Malcom X, or listen to Richard Pryor. I love watermelon and pork. And I hate to say it, but white folks CAN'T dance, Jack. &lt;br /&gt; All those years growing up I've always known something was different about me. I remember living in a black neighborhood when I was a child and my friends wouldn't play with me when they found out my parents were white. I could sense the barriers but I couldn't understand why they were there. And when we moved to the suburbs it took years before I could click with the white kids. They were all afraid of me cuz I have a big dick. It was real hard to get white pussy when you have big dick, trust me , jack, that's the truth. Those were some tense times , and we've come a long way. That's why I say to you today I'm black and proud.</content>
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    <title>I need to party</title>
    <published>2004-08-27T01:49:42Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-27T01:49:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It's been weeks since I've been to a good party and now would be a great time to go to one. &lt;br /&gt; Hey if anyone is throwing a party in the vermont upper valley area, ooooooo, invite me! Invite me! Oh please, I won't even puke, I promise, but I may get naked.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:_the_beast:1457</id>
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    <title>_the_beast @ 2004-08-23T21:13:00</title>
    <published>2004-08-24T01:38:23Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-24T01:38:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">God, If you're reading this, please send the mother ship for me. Earth really is a wierd place and I miss my home. Nothing seems to be what it is and what it is seems to be nothing.The concept of balance is a tipped scale possitivly spilling itself out into the void of negativity. Something is tweeking my vibes latley and I have a sense of teetering on the edge of the cosmos. What is it that is comeing. What is saturns gravity bringing and what should I do to be prepared. &lt;br /&gt; The earth people are getting restless. I know they sense it also, but few even acknowledge the 500 pound guirilla. And it's pink for Christs sake. Well, untill I hear from you again I'll be waiting and watching. Please send me a sighn real soon...ohhh, that was fast.</content>
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    <title>It's been fun</title>
    <published>2004-08-22T18:15:45Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-22T18:15:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Spying on all of you but I probably won't be on again for a month or so since Moodstaff will be wanting her computer back or I'm just too lazy to write.....&lt;br /&gt; Though I can see how one could get hooked on lj, espeicialy if  you are a sick,perverted voyeur like yourselves.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Noel and I went to the drive-in last night and saw "The Village" and "King Arthur". I really recommend both movies despite the lack of titties. "The Village", was written and directed and produced by M. Night Shyamalan, so needless to say the film was a fun mind-fuck.&lt;br /&gt;"King Arthur"had a lot of action and took a very overlooked perspective on the myth, which I found refreshing, but the acting kinda sucked. Why isn't there a well acted Arthurian film.....Oh wait, "Merlin" was well done.</content>
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    <title>head noise</title>
    <published>2004-08-21T18:55:10Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-21T18:55:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Beats are streaming endless thudding over and over again. &lt;br /&gt;I need to let them pass before I go up stairs and start all over again.&lt;br /&gt;I should eat,huh? It's been ohh...two days on a piece of pizza. Thank goddess 4 coffee.&lt;br /&gt;I love playing with this 4 track, I'm gonna hate giving it back.&lt;br /&gt;Off I go............</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:_the_beast:613</id>
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    <title>my privates</title>
    <published>2004-08-21T15:41:14Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-21T15:41:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm not very hip to the on-line community but I am pretty hip to social ettquite.&lt;br /&gt;For example, if I was in correspondence with one of my trusted friends and I was revealing some of my daily troubles or what have you, my good friend would be a good friend and keep his or her lid shut.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when people let you in on their personal issues it's because they need to talk it out.This is a form of therapy and like a therapist you listen, give shitty advice, then shut up about it. &lt;br /&gt;So I'm putting it out there right now, if I E-mail you or call you and I'm giving you some sweet juicy dirt, it is because I trust you. If you want to talk out your shit with me,I'm cool,whatever is said between us, stays between us.</content>
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    <title>Booger sugar</title>
    <published>2004-08-19T02:08:52Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-19T02:08:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm gonna git me some cold green cash money today.So which one of you ame_chans is forkin' over the dough.</content>
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