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  <title>you are, you are, you are</title>
  <subtitle>and you are;</subtitle>
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    <name>and you are;</name>
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  <updated>2004-06-27T19:00:47Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:inbackseats_:36812</id>
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    <title>final;</title>
    <published>2004-06-27T19:00:47Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-27T19:00:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i can't wait to leave this place, and everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is retired. bye,</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:inbackseats_:36582</id>
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    <title>disrespect;</title>
    <published>2004-06-25T05:15:13Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-25T05:21:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">what the fuck was this week. i can't believe the shit that went down. tuesday night = my entire summer. i swear. i love those waterford kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;liars stay liars. sorry.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:inbackseats_:32977</id>
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    <title>count 1..2..3..</title>
    <published>2004-05-21T13:06:15Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-21T13:06:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i think i'm behind in everything. and i really hope that something exciting happens this weekend. i think that might liven things up a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;indecisionnnnnnnnn. this sucks.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:inbackseats_:32012</id>
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    <title>email;</title>
    <published>2004-05-19T06:31:48Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-19T06:32:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">DON'T BUY GAS ON MAY 19TH...... &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;IT HAS BEEN CALCULATED THAT IF EVERYONE IN THE UNITED STATES DID NOT PURCHASE A DROP OF GASOLINE FOR ONE DAY AND ALL AT THE SAME TIME, THE OIL COMPANIES WOULD CHOKE ON THEIR STOCKPILES. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AT THE SAME TIME IT WOULD HIT THE ENTIRE INDUSTRY WITH A NET LOSS OF OVER 4.6 BILLION DOLLARS WHICH AFFECTS THE BOTTOM LINES OF THE OIL COMPANIES. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEREFORE MAY 19TH HAS BEEN FORMALLY DECLARED "STICK IT TO THEM" DAY AND THE PEOPLE OF THIS NATION SHOULD NOT BUY A SINGLE DROP OF GASOLINE THAT DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE ONLY WAY THIS CAN BE DONE IS IF YOU FORWARD THIS E-MAIL TO AS MANY PEOPLE AS YOU CAN AND AS QUICKLY AS YOU CAN TO GET THE WORD OUT.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;WAITING ON THIS ADMIINSTRATION TO STEP IN AND CONTROL THE PRICES IS NOT GOING TO HAPPEN. WHAT HAPPENED TO THE REDUCTION AND CONTROL IN PRICES THAT THE ARAB NATIONS PROMISED TWO WEEKS AGO? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REMEMBER ONE THING, NOT ONLY IS THE PRICE OF GASOLINE GOING UP BUT AT THE SAME TIME AIRLINES ARE FORCED TO RAISE THEIR PRICES, TRUCKING COMPANIES ARE FORCED TO RAISE THEIR PRICES WHICH EFFECTS PRICES ON EVERYTHING THAT IS SHIPPED. THINGS LIKE FOOD, CLOTHING, BUILDING MATERIALS, MEDICAL SUPPLIES ETC. WHO PAYS IN THE END? ...........WE DO! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;WE CAN MAKE A DIFFERENCE. IF THEY DON'T GET THE MESSAGE AFTER ONE DAY, WE WILL DO IT AGAIN AND AGAIN. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO DO YOUR PART AND SPREAD THE WORD. FORWARD THIS EMAIL TO EVERYONE YOU KNOW. MARK YOUR CALENDARS AND MAKE MAY 19TH A DAY THAT THE CITIZENS OF THE UNITED STATES SAY "ENOUGH IS ENOUGH"</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:inbackseats_:26037</id>
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    <title>the art of;</title>
    <published>2004-04-27T04:26:46Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-27T04:26:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i forgive the past few days. i forgive every hour until now. because if i don't this might take too long. being able to feel this way feels horrible. im not used to old habits. this is the first time in weeks ive truly felt completely fucked up. something came in the middle of good things, and i can't figure out what's right. i hear these voices of logic in my head, but my chest feels something different. i can't concentrate when there's another person yelling in my ears to "turn this way". this should be settled single-handedly. separate issues, with separate people. first things first, pass the fuck out from exhaustion. everything has cycled through ninety times over and over and over and over. i'm almost nauseous from anxiety. i think i'm ready to retreat, and put my white flag out.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:inbackseats_:25208</id>
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    <title>grow;</title>
    <published>2004-04-24T06:46:28Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-24T06:46:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i cant even figure out what anything means. because its like when you get pulled into one direction, but shot back with twenty thousand other things. i get stress headaches. i get paranoid. i cant sit still without wanting to have all of the answers. i just want to know what is and what isnt. i want to be able to call it something. i want to be able to know.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:inbackseats_:23788</id>
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    <title>understanding;</title>
    <published>2004-04-20T05:36:45Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-20T05:36:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i made big mistakes. slide down your comforts, to take a chance on something not so sure. something was stolen. somethings can't be taken back. i just wish that certain actions, and certain faces weren't made. a series of events brought this night down. i'm glad that things turned out so good for me. the dust is feeling quite comforting all of a sudden. this place is so familiar. the words ran faster from my mouth, than from my head. and these i regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;420, we'll smoke a bowl together. call me.</content>
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    <title>inbackseats_ @ 2004-04-18T13:18:00</title>
    <published>2004-04-18T17:19:35Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-18T17:19:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">nothing ever comes of anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish that people didn't stay on my mind for consecutive days. it only makes me wonder when i'll see them again.</content>
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    <title>inbackseats_ @ 2004-04-18T03:48:00</title>
    <published>2004-04-18T07:49:03Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-18T07:49:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">everyonse sasydd neiggers now?sd what thef cukng</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:inbackseats_:22968</id>
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    <title>#number.</title>
    <published>2004-04-17T08:15:55Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-17T08:15:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">new layout, cool. and a new icon and picture on the infopage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comment if you like it, or i'll hit you.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:inbackseats_:21176</id>
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    <title>live.</title>
    <published>2004-04-08T04:09:15Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-08T04:09:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i'm 17 bitch.&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;small&gt;i just wish my birthday didn't have to be in the middle of something not so great.&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:inbackseats_:20988</id>
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    <title>a whole new way.</title>
    <published>2004-04-07T03:13:09Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-07T03:16:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">sudden change in what we could expect. another fatality, another lost. give us a break please. give us a chance to redeem our mistakes. but of course there are so many exceptions. careless driving. wreckless mentality. it's weird to think everything's a joke. considering what school was like all of today. i thought that what layed before me was just a part of what we sat through for an hour. i can't be held accountable for personally knowing either of the two. but none the less do i feel what others are feeling. we hardly had a chance to adjust without tyler. these last two days won't be easy, and i don't think i can deal with any of it. for those who did know ryan, i apologize. &lt;b&gt;repos dans le morceau ryan&lt;/b&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;on lighter notes. i saw a lot of people i haven't seen in awhile today. the new modest mouse is simply amazing. and we watched texas chainsaw massacre. definately a weird way of keeping our minds off of things.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:inbackseats_:20565</id>
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    <title>"i don't wrestle. i fuckin beat bitches up"</title>
    <published>2004-04-06T19:31:27Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-06T20:27:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">why the fuck can't people drive at our school. honestly. if any of these shits hits me and gets me in an accident i'm going to blow them up.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:inbackseats_:19684</id>
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    <title>inbackseats_ @ 2004-03-27T13:46:00</title>
    <published>2004-03-27T18:48:56Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-27T18:48:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">last night was fucking crazy. fridays should always be just like that. with those same people.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:inbackseats_:19217</id>
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    <title>the ride can only go so high now</title>
    <published>2004-03-26T22:34:06Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-26T22:34:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">night should be all day.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:inbackseats_:19057</id>
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    <title>inbackseats_ @ 2004-03-22T04:23:00</title>
    <published>2004-03-21T09:25:37Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-21T09:25:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">someone smoke with me. definately could go for some crazy clam bake type shit in the corsica right about now.&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;fuck you d. for real.</content>
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    <title>inbackseats_ @ 2004-03-11T12:34:00</title>
    <published>2004-03-11T17:35:03Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-11T17:35:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">let's go on a date. someone.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:inbackseats_:14726</id>
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    <title>huh</title>
    <published>2004-02-17T00:24:12Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-17T00:24:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;someone went into my car and left this.....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v24/denvermax/IM000321.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v24/denvermax/IM000320.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;i'm not sure who left his. friend, enemy, or other. someonetake credit for it because it made my night. even if it was an enemy. it had to have been yesturday or today. and how did they get in?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>comment please.</title>
    <published>2004-02-06T18:22:19Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-06T18:23:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v24/denvermax/lj.bmp"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
&lt;small&gt;i'll think about adding you.&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <title>you're always up and you're always down</title>
    <published>2004-01-19T09:17:27Z</published>
    <updated>2004-01-19T09:18:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">stress headache. walking into crowded rooms made it worse. plans aren't plans when everyone leans towards convenience. alpine tomorrow, so looks like you lost fuckers. no one bother me tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;answer to equation = "you've already decided in your head, it just all depends on what you're going to tell everyone else."&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;being bored means reinventing layouts. mine trumps all.</content>
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    <title>inbackseats_ @ 2004-01-18T02:30:00</title>
    <published>2004-01-18T07:23:28Z</published>
    <updated>2004-01-18T07:23:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://sminds.com/0.gif"&gt;&lt;table bordercolor="#333333" border="0" width="183" cellspacing="0"&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#666666"&gt; &lt;font color="#CCCCCC"&gt; &lt;b&gt;I have issues with...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#999999"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;genetics&lt;br&gt; fate&lt;br&gt; crush&lt;br&gt; past &lt;br&gt;destiny&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/"&gt;Take Word Association Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:inbackseats_:11669</id>
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    <title>stale.</title>
    <published>2004-01-17T09:06:36Z</published>
    <updated>2004-01-17T09:06:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;old i know. but its worth it.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;jealous&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; of&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:inbackseats_:10880</id>
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    <title>"wake now, prince; there's a brilliant sky above and a jealous moon in love"</title>
    <published>2004-01-16T03:18:54Z</published>
    <updated>2004-01-16T03:18:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">what's going on this weekend? i've missed out on a lot of things due to being caught up in smaller things. if i've been sour lately, i apologize. finals are final tomorrow. so i am positive that the mood won't be as rushed. even though it's bitter cold outside, and the snow has covered every inch of everything, i feel really complete. i can't think of anything i'm missing at the moment. i really feel like a night out with gloves and heaters. and there should be some definate kissing. i think that would constitute the season as a good one.</content>
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    <title>And I'll never write the letter, I wish you could read the words perfectly. (twice)</title>
    <published>2004-01-14T04:25:03Z</published>
    <updated>2004-01-14T04:25:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;font face="arial"&gt;i haven't thought about the things i promised. i should look forward, or even upward. everythings been like wind. and i can't keep up to the opposition. i need to start making decisions before it's too late. even then might i be late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've never actually listened to this. i'm in love.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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    <title>inbackseats_ @ 2004-01-12T23:15:00</title>
    <published>2004-01-13T04:13:56Z</published>
    <updated>2004-01-13T04:13:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font face="arial"&gt;&lt;small&gt;you have you're great break from things. and everyone gets what they want in life. midterms. midterms. less sleep. i think daily routine has turned into task. i can't seem to fit everything into constant motion, more or less just a random order of events. its not that i've gotten sick of everybody, because that's been clarified way back. i think its just that the people who i knew would pull through haven't. and i think i've gotten over expecting the unexpected and grown fond of oblivious behavior towards things that are spelled out to me. i don't even feel like moving forward from this place. i'm afraid that time has found a loop hole. and i'm really fucked. &lt;/small&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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