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  <title>Locked Doors and Broken Glass Shatter The Dreams of Many</title>
  <subtitle>Upfront and Paid in Full</subtitle>
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    <title>im at alex's right now</title>
    <published>2038-01-19T03:14:07Z</published>
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    <lj:music>nothing at all</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i dont feal very inspired right now. i feal...drunk... maybe it is cuz i am. well... i wish the scarf would incorporate me but it seems that it never will so i just need to realize that its just how it is. it happens and there's nothing you can do about it. I SUCK. at life and i suck at everything it takes alcohol to make me realize this... rissa is standing over my shoulder right now. and i miss her, i know she's here, but in my eyes she is not, cuz it just doesnt feal like she's totally with it. hmmm.... 40oz of amazement. left up to the imagination oooo how i love it. FUck this, im soo sick of it all. fuck it all. and i dont care. wutever. i think my knuckle is broke, o well. it dont matter. cuz nothing ever does. o well. the story of my life. o well.</content>
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