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  <pubDate>Fri, 12 Sep 2003 06:38:35 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Everything</title>
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  <description>Well, thats quite a large topic is it not. I could go on for hours about my life or my thoughts or anything but there is no point. You might get a feeling from hearing my thoughts but quite frankly my thoughts are the msot useful to me. I could say FUCK EVERYTHING and you would be able to relate to it but not towards how I want everything fucked. I could scream I LOVE YOU and you would know exactly what I felt but you wouldn&apos;t be able to love who I loved. I could yell shut the hell up you don&apos;t know anything about me, and you would be hell yeah you tell them but them for you adn them for me is very different. &quot;And shepards we shall be, For thee my Lord, for thee. Power hast decended forth from my hand. My feet may swiftly carry out thy command. And we shall flow a river forth to thee. And Teaming with souls shall it ever be. En Nomene Et Patre et Fille Du Spirit Du Sante.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 14 Aug 2003 06:05:28 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>After Thought</title>
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  <description>I am looking back over my high school career. I remember how poetic I used to be. I remember how much I tried to come off like the artist. I could never draw, never sing, never play an instrument, but I could act. I am an actor. As an actor you can become whatever you want to be. The problm lies in the fact that you are never one thing and you change so often you lose a bit of who you are. A problem in living a string of lies and acts is you can never be sure what is real and what is fake. I could have sworn I have fallen in love but was that just a simple illusion my mind created so I could play the part of a man in love. Will that feeling ever come back? Could it be I have missed my chance or was this just a moment to teach me a lesson so i will be better prepared in he future. College will be an interesting experience I think. &quot;Everyone has a story to tell.&quot;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 14 Aug 2003 01:02:45 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>The beginning</title>
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  <description>Welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first installment of my live journal. I would like to say that I am excited but I am not really. I think I should start off with a funny quote that I recently experienced. I am driving around its probably about 3 AM and my friend Ryan and I are driving past two guys in a riced up Honda Civic. I drive a factory default honda civic. Anyway they look over and go &quot;Wassup G.&quot; That was funny enough aready but then as they drive off my friend Ryan says in a sleepy Librarian accent, &quot;Yessir, we all see your Bling Bling, it is very nice. Now go buy your hooker.&quot; It&apos;s things like this that amuse me. Anyway I think that&apos;s the end of the first entry for now. I am going to end every entry with the following line. &quot;Everyone has a story to tell.&quot;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 11 Aug 2003 01:08:40 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Welcome to LJ &amp;lt;3</title>
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  <description>Dear Atraeu,&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to your new livejournal! A result of our loving efforts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Tina and Alisha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. No go write away!&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. &lt;br /&gt;A present for you, compliments of Tina.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://images.snapfish.com/3383784%3B23232%7Ffp8%3Enu%3D3238%3E397%3E25%3A%3Ewsnrcg%3D32324%3B%3B58%3A677nu0mrj&quot; width=&quot;480&quot; height=&quot;360&quot;&gt;</description>
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