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  <title>The Big Three Killed My Baby!</title>
  <subtitle>Enfilade</subtitle>
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    <name>Enfilade</name>
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  <updated>2006-03-06T09:05:28Z</updated>
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    <title>_transience_ @ 2006-03-06T04:04:00</title>
    <published>2006-03-06T09:05:28Z</published>
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    <content type="html">how is this thing still around? god i havent used this in decades. didnt myspace completely shut it down? wtf who am i talking to?</content>
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    <title>_transience_ @ 2006-01-16T03:50:00</title>
    <published>2006-01-16T08:52:17Z</published>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:_transience_:30543</id>
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    <title>_transience_ @ 2005-12-21T23:50:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-22T04:52:24Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-22T04:52:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">thegirl XD (11:41:50 PM): yea, i can't masturbate anymore, i keep getting myself pregnant&lt;br /&gt;Julio Venegaz (11:42:04 PM): ......&lt;br /&gt;Julio Venegaz (11:42:25 PM): that's the cutest thing you've said all day &lt;br /&gt;thegirl XD (11:42:30 PM): lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt; we just had a moment, didn't we?&lt;/marquee&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:_transience_:30377</id>
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    <title>I got a letter this morning. What do you reckon it read? It said 'gal, you're love is dead.'</title>
    <published>2005-12-10T12:33:34Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-10T16:36:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v732/FuckYourUsernameBitch/IMG_0225.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was taken this morning at 7. look how cloudy it is. weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*tip of the day: I'll get a clean shave, bathe, go to a rave, die from an overdose and dig myself straight out of my grave.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:_transience_:30134</id>
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    <title>_transience_ @ 2005-12-08T09:40:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-08T14:46:47Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-08T14:56:55Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Air Near My Fingers</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="6"&gt;"Ik heb De STIJL"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do do, &lt;br /&gt;do, do do do, do do, &lt;br /&gt;do do do dow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do do, &lt;br /&gt;do, do do do, do do, &lt;br /&gt;do do do dow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Jon Lennon's anniversary. 25 years ago, shot down by Mark David Chapman. You stupid motherfucker. The wrong Beatle died, in my opinion. I think many of you will agree with me on that. And if you don't, you don't know nothing.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:_transience_:29843</id>
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    <title>A Play On Words</title>
    <published>2005-12-05T10:08:59Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-05T10:40:55Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Beatles - Eight Days A Week</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Music lyrics don't have to rhyme. They don't have to be in order. They don't even really need to make sense. "Well, what do the lyrics mean?" It means you're really close minded. What do 99% of Van Gogh, or Dali's, or Picasso's paintings mean? My point exactly. It is artistic expression. Just because we don't understand it doesn't make it beautiful. It's a play on words, people. A play on words. Also called "Free Writing." You take a word and you play with it. Here, i'll make up something on the spot to show you what I mean...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"achilles tendon eliminated from the race"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Achilles tendon we all know involves your foot and obviously, races involve running with your feet.&lt;br /&gt;Get me? It's simple. You just need to be creative. So I will post some lyrics off a song by At The Drive In that are really fun to read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what comes now&lt;br /&gt;run through the answers and you can feel the scratching&lt;br /&gt;goddamn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this breed bring it against so coy&lt;br /&gt;a levitated incubation&lt;br /&gt;instincts with imprinted cryptic code&lt;br /&gt;a dotted line hit return dash dash&lt;br /&gt;if you took the time to unmask&lt;br /&gt;retrace the mockers of intemperance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in with the head&lt;br /&gt;split poison ivy scratch rash&lt;br /&gt;this calamine lotion made my skin feel good&lt;br /&gt;right before me they sat&lt;br /&gt;a snitch inaugurated&lt;br /&gt;lets slip the hunger of these carnivores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this kin is a knock knock knocking on your door&lt;br /&gt;is it welcome if it happens&lt;br /&gt;heart sowed a trick-or-treat overture&lt;br /&gt;with this promiscuous livestock&lt;br /&gt;every day is November first in this Sodom and Gomorrah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goddamn!&lt;br /&gt;run through the answers and you can feel the scratching&lt;br /&gt;goddamn&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this coo was made up incognito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in with the head&lt;br /&gt;split poison ivy scratch rash&lt;br /&gt;this calamine lotion made our skin feel good&lt;br /&gt;right before me they sat&lt;br /&gt;a snitch inaugurated&lt;br /&gt;lets slip the hunger of these carnivores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goddamn!&lt;br /&gt;run through the answers and you can feel the scratching&lt;br /&gt;goddamn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quartets from the heir to the throne&lt;br /&gt;quartets from the heir to the throne&lt;br /&gt;quartets from the heir to the throne&lt;br /&gt;yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Incetardis&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not Paul Mcartney &amp; Jon Lennon style of writing, but it'll do. (wink)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:_transience_:29507</id>
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    <title>_transience_ @ 2005-12-03T05:49:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-03T13:57:35Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-03T13:57:35Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Finding it Harder to be A Gentleman - The White Stripes</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v732/FuckYourUsernameBitch/IMG_0221.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v732/FuckYourUsernameBitch/IMG_0223.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no lights. no sleep. no coffee. this is me after 2 hours of sleep. &lt;br /&gt;i love being a non-morning person. (first person to mention my wanderin eyes is getting stabbed in the face)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:_transience_:29363</id>
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    <title>YOU STILL FIGHT THE POWER, RIGHT?</title>
    <published>2005-12-02T10:56:52Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-02T10:56:52Z</updated>
    <lj:music>rage against the machine - Freedom</lj:music>
    <content type="html">An excerpt from a letter by Michael Moore:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just thought we should all pause for a moment today to remember the simple act of courage, defiance and dignity committed by &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rosa Parks&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; when she refused to move to the back of the bus because the law said she had the wrong skin color. &lt;b&gt;The greatest moments in history, the ones that have truly mattered and have taken us to a better place, are made up of scores of these singular acts by ordinary, everyday people who could no longer tolerate the crap and the nonsense of those in charge.&lt;/b&gt; (Martin Luther King Jr., Malcom X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, whether it is a student who holds a sit-in to get the army recruiters off his campus, or the mother of a dead soldier who refuses to leave the front gate of the president's ranch (Cindy Sheehan, you're doing God's work), we continue to be saved by brave people who risk ridicule and rejection but end up turning huge tides of public opinion in the direction of righteousness. We owe them enormous debts of gratitude. It is not easy to stand up for what is right, &lt;b&gt;especially when everyone else is afraid to leave the comfortable path of conformity.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosa Parks may have been alone on that bus at the moment of her arrest but she wasn't alone for long. The old order was shaken, the world was upended and, as a people, we were given a chance for a bit of redemption."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right on Mike. Power to the People. Everyday people like you and me can rise above the norm and change the world. This is a perfect example. So think about that.</content>
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    <title>_transience_ @ 2005-12-01T23:48:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-02T04:49:26Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-02T04:49:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The Whites Stripes were on The Daily Show with Jon Stewart. WOOOO! that is so awesome. they fucking own your sweet vagina.</content>
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    <title>_transience_ @ 2005-11-29T07:11:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-29T12:27:15Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-29T12:27:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Do you have money? Where did it all go? What is the status. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....Does anyone have $25,000 they can lend me? I went a little mental the other day and I need to repair some damages. Ok Im kidding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gimme some money. -_-</content>
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    <title>what ?</title>
    <published>2005-11-28T10:07:50Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-28T10:07:50Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"With You"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Linkin Park should have never made that second cd. The first one was awesome and then they brought out that piece of crap and totally shot themselves in the foot. I found my Hybrid Theory in a dark corner behind my cabinet covered in cobwebs and rat skeletons, wiped it off and put it in. God it's such a good cd. what happened?</content>
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    <title>_transience_ @ 2005-11-21T00:19:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-21T08:41:11Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-21T08:41:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">You ain't tasted real beer until you've tried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v732/FuckYourUsernameBitch/guinness.gif" alt="Ever fucked a leprechaun?"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving is 4 days away. Who knew? It certainly doesn't feel that way. Things I'm thankful for, in no particular order, specially not alphabetical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-being alive&lt;br /&gt;-being 21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's it. Everything else makes me want to cry at night. Life really sucks. I want to be with my brother and sister again. I miss them alot. But they have a child plus their getting old, so. &lt;br /&gt;I might visit my native land as early as next year. Spend a few weeks with my dad whom i have not seen since '91. If i like it, I might stay there. Who knows. Life is peculiar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hialeah is futureless&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to take a road trip to California. Or New York. preferably California. with a group of friends. And document it. It'd be a great chapter of my life. For when I publish my book. Lol. And the title will be "The 40 Year-old Virgin."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, I have wonderful aspirations and long-term goals I would like to fulfill. Whether or not they get accomplished is not up to me.</content>
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    <title>Breathe The Taste of Salt Water</title>
    <published>2005-11-20T11:22:07Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-20T11:31:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Oh boy do i need my own car. &lt;br /&gt;Oh boy do i need to move away so very far...&lt;br /&gt;and say fuck you to everything i know&lt;br /&gt;as far as i'm concerned, there's no place left to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so sick of dead end jobs. they're dragging me down. if i find one tomorrow it will be too soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll never guess who i hung out with. Your cousin. Yep. that's right. and we talked about you. mostly how I offered you my home and you turned me down. but that's ok. not everyone will offer you shelter. It's not so good when friends come and go. You fucking nailed it! Hooray. I wonder if you read what i wrote about you before you moved. Public! so all eyes could see. Probably Not. I'm not ashamed to bear my feelings for strangers. Especially when they don't do a goddamn fucking thing for me. I'm not talking shit. Just saying the truth. And you've changed. for the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(totally random entry)</content>
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    <title>_transience_ @ 2005-11-18T03:23:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-18T08:37:15Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-18T10:53:03Z</updated>
    <lj:music>MUSIC IS FOR SUCKERS</lj:music>
    <content type="html">In the words of the dumbest band ever....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm gonna talk about some freaky shit now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tipsy (but chillin) right now so I will say this.&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream last night, twas only 5 or 6 seconds long i believe. or so it felt that way. anyway, I was being chased around a pool by a woman with no eyes. when i woke up i couldnt fall back to sleep cus it was so real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which leads me to my next point. I've been having some fucked up visual dreams on random as of late. "Two" of which....have become reality. Yeah. I'm not kidding. Do I want to be chased by a woman whom has no eyes? No! I don't. I don't think anyone does. But I can hardly remember any of my dreams lately...which is weird because I usually can. (can you tell i've had some drinks?)&lt;br /&gt;They say if you dream about your teeth falling, someone is going to die...&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream my tooth fell off and the next day my aunt told me a childhood friend of hers passed away....(No, I will not get a DreamCatcher, Furlank! Those things are creepy and they ressurect spirits. Im in no mood for that!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I had a sexual dream about you, too. "You" shall remain nameless. Then, the next day, I talked to you briefly, and found out that you've had sexual encounters with both a him and a her. I don't really care what you do, it's just dreaming about it that annoys me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is going on in my head? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, by the way. &lt;br /&gt;But you're taken. And when I look to my left, you fade away and I acknowledge the fact that I will never be able to have someone like you.&lt;br /&gt;-Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe in Beatles. I just believe in me.&lt;br /&gt;-John Lennon</content>
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    <title>Who Wrote the Gettisburg address? Nixon. That's right. And who taught you that?</title>
    <published>2005-11-16T04:57:37Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-16T04:57:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">(cutting my nails. woo! that fan does not look safe o_o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v732/FuckYourUsernameBitch/IMG_0165.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(See the Home Movies dvd on the right? season 3 baby. fucking awesome show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v732/FuckYourUsernameBitch/IMG_0166.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*(photos taken by Mr. Mike Hunt)*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began working out again. I ran today with ralf. I felt really lazy and out of shape since i came back from Italy so I decided to do something. It's difficult to excercise in our society and im not saying that as a bad thing, but because it's true. There's a Mcdonald's on every street corner. People drive everywhere so everywhere you go everything is overcrowded [with the wrong kind of people.] No one walks here. I'm soar as fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I need a haircut. I want to get a mohawk because that's totally trendy and I set the trends, friend.</content>
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    <title>Home Movies</title>
    <published>2005-11-05T10:15:20Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-05T10:15:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Melissa: Stop it Jason, You've had enough. You're embarrasing me.&lt;br /&gt;Jason: (bowl of candy in his hands, mocking) &lt;i&gt;Stop it Jason, You've had enough.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: You're embarrasing yourse-&lt;br /&gt;J: (cuts her off) You're embarrasing me! You're embarrasing &lt;b&gt;me!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: Keep your voice down.&lt;br /&gt;J: Keep &lt;b&gt;your&lt;/b&gt; voice down, Melissa!&lt;br /&gt;M: My voice is down.&lt;br /&gt;J: (yelling) Well, mine is down too, then! (drops bowl, gets on all four and starts eating it)&lt;br /&gt;M: Jason, everyone's staring.&lt;br /&gt;J: Nobody's staring at me! People are staring at you and your stupid rich bitch dress.&lt;br /&gt;M: (sobbing) Jason, you've had enough.&lt;br /&gt;J: I know when i've had enough, Melissa. Alright? I certainly haven't had enough. The only thing that i've had enough of is you! (shoves handful of candy into mouth)&lt;br /&gt;M: I'm just trying to help you.&lt;br /&gt;J: (breaks down) Oh my god, help me. Help me, Melissa.&lt;br /&gt;M: (hugs him) I'll help you, Jason.&lt;br /&gt;Mom: (from off camera) More candy, kids?&lt;br /&gt;J: I gotta go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason: (waking up after having passed out outside, filthy and face full of chocolate, lollipop in his hair. he groans) Ow, my head.&lt;br /&gt;Melissa: You passed out, Jason.&lt;br /&gt;J: Oh, I did.&lt;br /&gt;M: Yes, it happened-&lt;br /&gt;J: (interrupting, defensively) You're not my mother!&lt;br /&gt;M: Jason, listen to me. You've had enough!&lt;br /&gt;J: I must have more gummi bears, that will help.&lt;br /&gt;M: No, no more.&lt;br /&gt;J: Gummi bears will help me.&lt;br /&gt;M: What are you trying to forget?&lt;br /&gt;J: I'm not forgetting anything, I just...(stops abruptly) Melissa....&lt;br /&gt;M: You can't even stand straight.&lt;br /&gt;J: (ignoring her) I can stand fine. Do me a favor.&lt;br /&gt;M: What?&lt;br /&gt;J: (hanging on to her for balance) Just one piece, baby.&lt;br /&gt;M: Jason, I called you a cab.&lt;br /&gt;J: Gimme a little taste, it ain't gonna kill me.&lt;br /&gt;M: You don't even sound like yourself.&lt;br /&gt;J: What are you talking about? I sound fine.&lt;br /&gt;M: (backing away) You're not fine.&lt;br /&gt;J: I am fine. Alright? Look. Look at me. Look at me.&lt;br /&gt;M: I am looking at you and i don't like what i see. (She helps him walk toward the sidewalk)&lt;br /&gt;J: Melissa, c'mon. Don't do this. (pause) Kiss me. (he grabs her lips) Come on.&lt;br /&gt;M: That's the sugar talking. (he leans in for a kiss) Get off, you're all sticky!&lt;br /&gt;J: It's ok, it's just candy. It comes out in the wash. Everything does. (winks) Listen, look at me in the eye. (cab approaches) Melissa, don't do this, for the love of God, I just want one more choo choo...Please? cake. Please? cake.&lt;br /&gt;M: Jason, this is harder for me than it is for you. (she pushes him into the taxi and taps on the trunk, signaling the driver to speed away) Go!&lt;br /&gt;J: (from taxi as it drives off, screaming, shaking his fist) NO! NO! LET ME OUT! I'LL GET YOU FOR THIS!!</content>
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    <title>_transience_ @ 2005-11-03T20:28:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-04T01:45:11Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-04T01:47:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Do you guys realize that right now as i type this, right now as you read this, somewhere around the world, some guy is getting ready to kill himself? do you ever stop and think about shit like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Guys... Laura Bush, Our First Lady, Wife of president George W. Bush, is a fucking murderer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://snopes.com/politics/bush/laura.asp" rel="nofollow"&gt;She did what?? No fucking way!!!&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>" I'm As Ugly As I Seem "</title>
    <published>2005-11-01T07:42:52Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-01T07:42:52Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Little Ghost - White Stripes</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Here we go. Random Updates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;i got fired from Party City. It was a season job and my time was up. So they told me to get the fuck out of their store. Which is a blessing in disguise. The pay, albeit $7.35 an hour, wasn't/isn't enough for me to wipe my ass. The paycheck i was supposed to get on Friday supposedly arrives tomorrow.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;i worked harder than anybody in that store.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; i'm in love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with my car!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; i couldn't even buy a fucking mask for halloween because i was broke. i've wasted a month of my pathetic life. i should have stolen the one i wanted. i'm too nice.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; true story. i found A one hundred dollar bill on the floor while working. what do i do? i give it to the manager. why? i didn't want to get fired. what did the bitch do? kept it. the irony has got me chocking in a head lock. i'm too nice.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOD, WHY DIDN'T I KEEP IT?!? GOD, I am so stupid. I am an idiot! No wonder i dropped out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; Halloween sucks. &lt;/li&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>_transience_ @ 2005-10-28T08:31:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-28T15:57:45Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-28T15:57:45Z</updated>
    <lj:music>THE FUCKING POWER IS ON. FINALLY.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Florida is A magnet for Hurricanes. The Atlantic is the negligent parent leaving their newborn to fend for it's self and we are the motherfucking foster home. Goddammit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing that we, in a society, have to live like this. In a place like The United States we have to live a week without electricity. Now I feel the anger, dissent, and overwhelming revolt of the people of New Orleans and what they went through because of an unjust betrayal of their city and government officials. Granted, they went through much more hell than me, but i'm stating an example. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the greatest country with the best resources and technology and for citizens to be without power over a storm that did less damage than Andrew, than Katrina even (and both were cat. 3) is mind boggling. &lt;br /&gt;Forgive me, but in a world of Ipods, Camera phones and the internet there is no excuse. None whatsoever. Not here in the U.S. We invented the Internet. A means to get information at the click of a button. And I have to live life like they do in poor countries filled with poverty like Cuba? Power should have been restored instantly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broward won't get their electricity until November 22, the latest. There is no excuse for this. Not one. Why can't they get power to everyone equally? Mcdonald's across my street had no problem getting their power back within 24 hours. So why can't we? It's Bullshit! FP&amp;L, the mayor Carlos Alvarez and our government officials in charge are liars and are not interested in our well being. They are only interested in fattening their pockets. Don't they need our vote come November? Of course they do. But they don't do shit to deserve it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gas stations everywhere are not restored. That's another issue. The president came by and said, "Why arent there generators hooking electricity to our pumps?" That's a good question, you war-mongering fascist, you.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe instead of going on vacation next year for 3 months, you'll get off your rich fat ass and do something so this doesn't happen anymore. Right. Like that will ever happen.</content>
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    <title>In The Cold, Cold Night</title>
    <published>2005-10-20T04:24:50Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-20T04:24:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Is this chic smart as a fox or what! sounds like a keeper to me! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julio Venegaz: you think he got it? i think.&lt;br /&gt;Julio Venegaz: why would someone change so drastically.&lt;br /&gt;furrlankerpiss: i don't want to think&lt;br /&gt;Julio Venegaz: a penis will convert people. lol.&lt;br /&gt;furrlankerpiss: it did in american history x&lt;br /&gt;Julio Venegaz: fuckin right, man.&lt;br /&gt;Julio Venegaz: damn. that was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Julio Venegaz: good job&lt;br /&gt;furrlankerpiss: thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;furrlankerpiss: i don't know if you were there, but the dance teacher is a fuckin fire ball&lt;br /&gt;Julio Venegaz: it would be better if he weren't so angry at life tho =\&lt;br /&gt;Julio Venegaz: the guy has no sense of humor&lt;br /&gt;furrlankerpiss: llol&lt;br /&gt;furrlankerpiss: angry at life and is a drama teacher....&lt;br /&gt;Julio Venegaz: yea the dance teacher....i think homosexuality qualifies on your resume if you want to teach girls how to dance&lt;br /&gt;furrlankerpiss: lol&lt;br /&gt;furrlankerpiss: they dont want some pervert to check the girls out all day&lt;br /&gt;Julio Venegaz: good point. lol&lt;br /&gt;Julio Venegaz: i know i did.</content>
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    <title>WAAaaaaAAAAAA!</title>
    <published>2005-10-16T09:13:26Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-16T09:39:05Z</updated>
    <lj:music>There's no home for you here, girl - white stripes</lj:music>
    <content type="html">If anybody orders Merlot, I am out of here. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I AM NOT DRINKING ANY FUCKING MERLOT!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Before" &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v732/FuckYourUsernameBitch/euro3.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"After" &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v732/FuckYourUsernameBitch/euro2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v732/FuckYourUsernameBitch/euro4.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wet Doggey! hahahaha... oh my word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v732/FuckYourUsernameBitch/euro.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ok. i continuously brag and gloat. you gotta love this one, though. take a look at it. 1st. it's a beautiful shot. 2nd look at the little girl. I've captured her joyous innocence forever....and ever. she's so sweet. And enjoying her life. Excellent picture. &lt;b&gt;thank you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v732/FuckYourUsernameBitch/euro9.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; CHOO-CHOO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v732/FuckYourUsernameBitch/euro7.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v732/FuckYourUsernameBitch/euro8.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v732/FuckYourUsernameBitch/euro5.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;</content>
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    <title>_transience_ @ 2005-10-12T17:04:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-13T00:11:10Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-13T00:11:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="4"&gt;MONEY NEVER TASTED SO GOOD...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;MONEY NEVER TASTED SO GOOD.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT A FEELING THAT'S BEGUN&lt;br /&gt;WHAT A FEELING THAT'S BEGUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT A FEELING THAT'S BEGUN...!&lt;br /&gt;WHAT A FEELING,&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S BEGUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a fool this boy can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if the&lt;br /&gt;wrinkle&lt;br /&gt;that is in&lt;br /&gt;your brain&lt;br /&gt;has&lt;br /&gt;left you&lt;br /&gt;quite&lt;br /&gt;insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONEY NEVER TASTED SO GOOD&lt;br /&gt;MONEY NEVER TASTED SO GOOD&lt;br /&gt;MONEY NEVER TASTED GOOD TO ME, YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;^_^</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>_transience_ @ 2005-10-08T20:19:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-09T00:35:36Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-09T00:35:36Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Broken Bricks - white stripes</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v732/FuckYourUsernameBitch/IMG_0124.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, if you drove out all the cars, removed the speed bumps with a jackhammer, and used the patio shown above (see yellow arrow) as a stage, this could be a great outside concert venue. kinda like warped tour. you would need to remove that wall because it blocks most of the view... but it could be done. IT SHALL BE DONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v732/FuckYourUsernameBitch/IMG_0131.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a beautiful sunset. can you tell it's hialeah? doesn't look like it. look at the sky opening up. Jesus is coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v732/FuckYourUsernameBitch/IMG_0126.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sippin' on sum sizzards...i mean, coffee. I'm white.</content>
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    <title>_transience_ @ 2005-10-07T17:50:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-07T22:00:40Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-07T22:00:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">People, seriously. You need to stop putting pictures of your parents, your babies and your pets on your myspace. If i want to see your little fluffy cat, I will go on his myspace. and guess what? They don't have pictures of you on their page. Instead they post when they take a shit on your favorite shoes when your not home. they're not cute and they're not little angels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It's also bad enough when im masturbating to your photos and i see your mother with you. Great. I get to see what you will look like in 20 years. And lastly, If your 16 years old and just had a newborn, ....please. do us all a favor and attend to him or her instead of eating shit on your computer. And don't write how you "love to spend time with your newborn." That is not a hobby! It's your fucking responsibility, you white trash whore! And these kids are all revolting and hideous to look at. If you weren't too busy looking for dates on myspace, you could do a good job and raise your child properly so he doesn't rob me in the future... Just my suggestion.</content>
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    <title>Hey Look! I own that!!</title>
    <published>2005-10-06T04:12:38Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-06T04:12:38Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Do by the white stripes</lj:music>
    <content type="html">It sucks when you recently buy something new (in this case a coffee maker) and you see it in a movie that came out in 1992. LOL!! I suck vaginas.</content>
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