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    <title>eyeforaneye</title>
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    <description>and if there's nothing left to say i'll string you along until i get my way</description>
    <lastBuildDate>Sat, 05 Nov 2005 11:10:00 PST</lastBuildDate>
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    <copyright>Copyright 2005.</copyright>
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    <category>Other</category>
    <category>Genealogy</category>
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      <title>Life's complications and frustrations They disappear when the music starts playing</title>
      <link>http://eightball.blogdrive.com/archive/21.html</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 05 Nov 2005 19:05:59 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>i can't believe how much has changed and it hasn't even been a year...

i can't believe it hasn't been a year since i last cut. i thought it had been a lot longer ... only two days off.

They disappear when the music starts playing

new blog: http://www.livejournal.com/users/b0rn2be/

i can't believe the place i was in when i wrote these ...</description>
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      <title>&quot;I see the world, Lucius Hunt. It is not as you see it.&quot;</title>
      <link>http://eightball.blogdrive.com/archive/20.html</link>
      <pubDate>Thu, 03 Feb 2005 00:06:35 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>so.. i almost died today. the bus. yeah. it wasnt pleasant.


i saw the village on the weekend. it is now my favourite movie. i cant explain how joaquin phoenix is attractive but he his soooooooooooooo beautiful. and bryce howard is a good actress. shes cool now.



Ivy Walker: When we are married, will you dance with me? I find dancing very agreeable. Why can you not say what is in your head? 

Lucius Hunt: Why can you not stop saying what is in yours? Why must you lead, when I want to lead? If I want to dance I will ask you to dance. If I want to speak I will open my mouth and speak.... (more)</description>
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      <title>boys are stupid.</title>
      <link>http://eightball.blogdrive.com/archive/19.html</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 01 Jan 2005 22:29:29 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>throw rocks at them.



yeah. new years.. christmas.. yeah. not covering those subjects today.. dont really know what im gonna write about so.. yeah. my house is a maze of wires and comp equipment. we got a new one and we're networking but its never gonna work out lol.



yeah. im proud...</description>
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      <title>and the rain came in from the wide blue yonder</title>
      <link>http://eightball.blogdrive.com/archive/18.html</link>
      <pubDate>Thu, 30 Dec 2004 01:16:17 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>coma girl - Joe Srummer &amp;amp; the Mescaleros



I was crawling through a festival way out west

i was thinking about love and the acid test

but first i got real dizzy with a real rockin' gang

then i saw the coma girl, on the excitement gang


and the rain came in from the wide blue yonder

through all the stages, i wandered


oh coma girl, on the excitment gang

mona lisa, on a motorcylce gang

coma girl, coma girl


The coma girl was beating with the oil drum gang

some fast food fanatics was burning down a burger van

somebody was waling off their head

oh!

Nobody was... (more)</description>
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      <title>the air is as dark and cold as night let me go im not done i swear ill take just one lifetime</title>
      <link>http://eightball.blogdrive.com/archive/17.html</link>
      <pubDate>Thu, 16 Dec 2004 23:56:56 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>k. not a good... evening. thus far. thus who the fuck says thus. anyways. i think tim and i just got in our fist fight. exciting. i dont think i can go to the pen now. ill go cry instead... uhhh yeah so the fucking automated attendance machine called again today. they called yesterday. and im gonna effing rip on somebody. even though i already did. goddammit. im just a fuck up.






12/16/2004

6:32:35 PM

i will slaughter the effing automated attendance machine. and joe. {welcome to existence}

]&amp;#9679;[--&amp;#510;&amp;#1039;&amp;#916;&amp;#925;--]&amp;#9679;[

heyy

12/16/2004

6:34:43... (more)</description>
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      <title>all inflammed prints ON SALE</title>
      <link>http://eightball.blogdrive.com/archive/16.html</link>
      <pubDate>Mon, 29 Nov 2004 19:21:17 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>im inflammed.



i took death pictures with carly lol. blood pictures actually because we were both still alive. k.



camp jinx



nothing about it just a reminder that it exists.



so i think i may be dying on the inside. maybe.i havent talked to tim in a really long time. its like, for some reason hes never on when im on but hes on when im not. and i know because hes on my moms list. yeah. hes family. what can i say. and michelle is on there as well... so's rachal handley... hmm. shes not family. lol. i love yuou rach-e. im in pain. and i dont have drugs. ive been in pain... (more)</description>
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      <title>my junk hasnt come yet.</title>
      <link>http://eightball.blogdrive.com/archive/15.html</link>
      <pubDate>Fri, 26 Nov 2004 16:09:34 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>this is my story. i smell pizza. yummy...anyways...



there once was a stupid hanging plant in the corner of the library hanging from the ceiling that no one ever noticed. it was crooked and dusty. the ropes were decreped and looked like they are about to break. underneath of the hanging plant was an ugly flower plant that was fake. it is burgendyish and the fake flowers matched the pot it was ..is in.  mrs. patterson probably waters it because many students have witnessed her watering fake plants. shes afraid it might die. and now carly thinks im ditching her because i have a bad... (more)</description>
      <comments>http://eightball.blogdrive.com/comments?id=15</comments>
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      <title>I'mperfect</title>
      <link>http://eightball.blogdrive.com/archive/14.html</link>
      <pubDate>Thu, 25 Nov 2004 18:09:59 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>&quot;im making music&quot; - carly making the computer beep. lol



as rachael is falling asleep with stacy playing with her hair. yeah. its boring when you dont have anything to do.



   There once was a not so little girl. she was a loser ... is ... a loser.. who wrote ... writes ... stories about stupid things such as not so little loser girl ... who writes ... okay THE END. BY CARLY aka Not So Little Loser Girl (Who Writes)



lalalalalalalaalalasfgbiqhwotyf owi-q   



I *heart* Fujibah. hes hot and foreign. and has oral herpes. of which i was recently informed. by the not so little... (more)</description>
      <comments>http://eightball.blogdrive.com/comments?id=14</comments>
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      <title>Now you’re rich and Now you're famous Fake ass girls all know your names</title>
      <link>http://eightball.blogdrive.com/archive/13.html</link>
      <pubDate>Thu, 18 Nov 2004 01:29:09 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>yeah...



well. lots of shit going on. joe yelled at us lowly members of student council on tuesday. and volleyball. minimal court time pour moi, mais je suis garanti un endroit sur l'équipe l'année prochaine. yes, we are all very proud of the fact that weenie can speak en français.



ill continue this later... lol





I need an alarm system in my house 

So I know when people are 

Creeping about

These people are

Freaking me out (these days)


It’s getting hectic everywhere that I go

They won’t leave me alone

There’s things they all wanna know

I'm paranoid of all the... (more)</description>
      <comments>http://eightball.blogdrive.com/comments?id=13</comments>
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      <title>no one here wants to fight me like you do</title>
      <link>http://eightball.blogdrive.com/archive/12.html</link>
      <pubDate>Sun, 07 Nov 2004 16:52:18 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>so... cancel that year thing.



i dont know. it was like the only thing i could do. i tried to cover it up with cover up... heh. that didnt work. its not like anyone's going to notice anyways. no one noticed in sixth grade so whats different about eleventh (god im getting old). well... matt knew. but that doesnt matter.



i just hope it fades soon...</description>
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