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  <title>ever get the feeling I am satan</title>
  <subtitle>zon</subtitle>
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    <title>empty pit</title>
    <published>2006-01-13T09:42:51Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-13T09:47:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">come party with me. i promise it will be the best time. available: dipset acknowledgement, vice do aesthetic, lastnightsparty sponsorship, the fake nike gallery, bottomless pits of free sparks energy beer, a black dude and a japanese dude, one man with a neck tattoo, oversized bangles, me myself if i can convince myself i'm important enough. brought to you by the cobra snake's enduring patronage of louise brooks' worldshaking hairstyle.</content>
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    <title>can_isay @ 2005-10-15T23:59:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-16T04:01:07Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-16T04:02:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">straight down your chimney in your living room is i, weezy, allergic to wintertime. HA!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:can_isay:12613</id>
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    <title>can_isay @ 2005-09-17T19:19:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-17T23:02:38Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-17T23:24:11Z</updated>
    <lj:music>sun city girls- torch of the mystics</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a50/leantimes/DSC01070.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;alain robbe-grillet- the erasers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a50/leantimes/fridge.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"bye, love ya"&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>can_isay @ 2005-09-06T16:12:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-06T20:13:09Z</published>
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    <content type="html">wake me up when september ends</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:can_isay:11523</id>
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    <title>can_isay @ 2005-07-10T06:53:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-10T11:53:43Z</published>
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    <content type="html">a lot's changed!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:can_isay:11347</id>
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    <title>can_isay @ 2005-06-07T21:48:00</title>
    <published>2005-06-08T01:50:46Z</published>
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    <content type="html">wound has healed satisfactorily though still tastes like wound</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:can_isay:11019</id>
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    <title>can_isay @ 2005-05-25T02:42:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-25T07:40:44Z</published>
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    <content type="html">mike jones lifestyle</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:can_isay:10772</id>
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    <title>i'm not hollerback</title>
    <published>2005-05-23T21:12:03Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-23T21:17:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">my damn ass phone hasn't even come in the mail yet. it's summer and  i hope one day we all find our "summer."</content>
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    <title>what is this day</title>
    <published>2005-05-20T10:29:21Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-20T11:00:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">so today i went to EPL and this girl recognized me and hooked me up with free chips which when combined with the smallest burrito known to man filled me up pretty good. then i went with paul fish to LA PALETERIA and got a coconut milkshake that tasted like sunscreen and milk and water. then i came home and shot the shit for a while then went to h-e-b to discover that i have to pay $200 for calling canada all the time. fckin bogus. then i rented a movie and came home and ate a sandwich and watched sports games until it became night then i got really weirded out by this faux-softcore with dan aykroyd and rosie o'donnell. then i took a shower and wrote a thing i thought of and then filled the rest of the page with garbage for redemption. following this i watched the movie i rented and was tired so i was able to dissociate from my body a little bit which doesn't help much because i oscillate between pure being and tainted consciousness all the time now and you can only pay attention to a certain number of epiphanies before they start getting boring and repetitive. anyway i unlocked a lot of doors in my mind one after another but i couldn't move on to the next one without relocking the one before, etc. so after the movie it was the morning after marriage pill sort of vibe in the mist between my eyes and screens, which now displayed a downs, accordion-playing kid and what you see before you. now it's late as all hell. and tyfowley.</content>
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    <title>You college Youth</title>
    <published>2005-05-13T08:10:02Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-13T08:11:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">you're all idiots. your life experiences are laughable. you read about them in a magazine. you are drunk somewhere. then another place. there's lights and music. the only thing that changes is faces you'd never remember because they are a crowd. a crowd of violent pulsing headaches. go protest something. go care about something. you're all self-centered. i'm self-centered. everyone is self-centered but at least some have the honesty or intelligence not to delude themselves about it. everyone is a narcissist, or they're high on heroin. that's it. go on a cruise! go drink a box of fake wine and pass out flyers at the boston marathon! i don't care. change the world silly ones. i'll still be living in it.</content>
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