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  <title>unless</title>
  <subtitle>Amani Owl</subtitle>
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    <name>Amani Owl</name>
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  <updated>2009-06-19T23:55:13Z</updated>
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    <title>purging</title>
    <published>2009-06-19T23:36:42Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-19T23:55:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an emancipation theory:&lt;br /&gt;Now that i am 'emancipated' from high school i am no longer forced to be surrounded with people that i loathe and therefor should not, in any way, choose to associate myself with people who associate themselves with people who i loathe. Therefor i am going to slowly weed out anyone who closely associates themselves with those who i utterly detest (three people, namely), in which case my life will highly benefit from the purging of such vile creatures who i never want to see or speak to again. In my own subtle ways i will start the weeding process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting the weeds out of a garden is tough (especially if the weeds try and fight back) but luckily i am well equipped with a weedwhacker and, of course, a couple of hoez to help me out. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And. I&amp;nbsp;love my friends. I am fortunate to surround myself with people with such intelligence, beauty. maturity, and love. I know you guys would never betray me, hold me back from living my life, or do anything malicious to hurt me. I love you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;End of chapter, but&amp;nbsp;definitely not of story.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Amani&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>oh wow</title>
    <published>2009-01-09T05:46:04Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-09T05:46:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I got accepted into St. Edwards!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D</content>
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    <title>cosmic reality</title>
    <published>2009-01-04T22:53:02Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-22T02:57:34Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Big League</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Galactic cannibalism: &lt;br /&gt;galaxies can 'eat' each other. &lt;br /&gt;One day Andromeda is going to eat the Milky Way. &lt;br /&gt;I bet it'll be tasty.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:disastrous___:60997</id>
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    <title>safe</title>
    <published>2009-01-03T22:35:16Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-22T03:06:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;img height="254" alt="" width="375" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d147/EATNEON/banner_birds.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My journal has been friends only for years and i'm just now posting this entry.&lt;br /&gt;It's not a big deal, i just wanted it to be documented.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:disastrous___:60416</id>
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    <title>Everything.</title>
    <published>2009-01-01T02:35:57Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-01T02:41:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p style="text-align: center"&gt;&amp;quot;AND PRAISE THE GRACE, the elegance of body.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was around&amp;nbsp;four am yesterday when i called Beonka after a day of lying in bed, watching mindless television, and feeling erractic and sick. We stayed up talking till six thirty am. And it happened. Realizations of all kinds flooded our mouths. Messy words, straight forward words. This is what happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enlightenment of body&lt;br /&gt;The grace of intelligence&lt;br /&gt;Empowerment of our own nature&lt;br /&gt;Our savior: spontaneous activity&lt;br /&gt;Spiritual union between mind and self&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Through realization comes self healing.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;Self salvation&lt;br /&gt;Strength&lt;br /&gt;Soul&lt;br /&gt;Liberation&lt;br /&gt;The birth of confidence&lt;br /&gt;I love myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weird. All that happened in two and a half hours. I feel like everything is coming together, finally, for the first time. At this moment, at eight twenty six pm on December thirty first, two thousand and eight, I am happy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;The first semester of my last school year in high school was, to say the least, lame. But everything is different now. During these past few months i've learned so much about myself. I think i used to hide things from myself, and that would stop me from embracing opportunities. I used to hate time. Now i know that&amp;nbsp;opportunity flourishes with time, not against it. This is a finite rule. And what a way to end one year and start another--with all of this knowledge of myself discovered. In all honesty there are so many things i am unsure of. But that doesn't scare me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center"&gt;Two thousand and nine will be&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>(co) existence</title>
    <published>2008-11-17T02:45:52Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-22T02:58:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Comprehension sleeps while you sink your teeth in sympathy. &lt;br /&gt;And if you will live without explanation then i won't try to live without you. &lt;br /&gt;Our dependency can be described as this: &lt;br /&gt;Your existence is my existence, and together we can forget our humanness. &lt;br /&gt;You don't have to live for humanity, &lt;br /&gt;but i promise it will live for you. &lt;br /&gt;Your weary faith is rooted to the ground below your feet. &lt;br /&gt;But we still wake with words on our lips; receptive and resistant all at once. &lt;br /&gt;There is simply no place to be except under covers-- &lt;br /&gt;Undiscovered, seamless lovers. &lt;br /&gt;We ponder the cross section of existence, &lt;br /&gt;admire the pretty patterns... &lt;br /&gt;the death of repetition. &lt;br /&gt;But like marauders we plunder the glory that lies on our tongues. &lt;br /&gt;And when we live in peace, we live for each other--and the chain continues, infinitely. &lt;br /&gt;Together, you and i are victims of time: the ultimate murderer. &lt;br /&gt;But we can try to co exist, &lt;br /&gt;We can try to taste the essence of infinity, &lt;br /&gt;We can try not to fall in, &lt;br /&gt;Together.</content>
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