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  <title>norma;</title>
  <subtitle>norma;</subtitle>
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    <name>norma;</name>
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  <updated>2005-08-23T14:30:32Z</updated>
  <lj:journal userid="257591" username="duncanwaseaten" type="personal"/>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:duncanwaseaten:185922</id>
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    <title>bullyshit</title>
    <published>2005-08-23T14:30:32Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-23T14:30:32Z</updated>
    <lj:music>further adventures of load quas</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://myspace-705.vo.llnwd.net/00178/50/76/178576705_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still here!</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:duncanwaseaten:185695</id>
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    <title>duncanwaseaten @ 2005-05-11T12:29:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-11T19:35:16Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-11T19:35:16Z</updated>
    <lj:music>woke up, &amp;thought that this</lj:music>
    <content type="html">just, what should I be doing right now?</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:duncanwaseaten:185528</id>
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    <title>duncanwaseaten @ 2005-04-08T05:39:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-08T12:42:22Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-08T12:42:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she hits my numba one spot - - -</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:duncanwaseaten:185124</id>
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    <title>duncanwaseaten @ 2005-03-28T14:57:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-28T23:00:24Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-28T23:00:24Z</updated>
    <lj:music>bratmobile</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Yes!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v34/dancedancedance/red4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy. I'm done with petty, impertinent peices of commentary.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:duncanwaseaten:185012</id>
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    <title>duncanwaseaten @ 2005-03-17T22:54:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-18T06:55:24Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-18T06:55:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i'm a miner without coal cave,&lt;br /&gt;in the rectum of an economy built like &lt;br /&gt;"a brick-shithouse on fire"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v34/dancedancedance/takemetoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;i'm practiced in darkness, that&lt;br /&gt; is identical in all my mornings, noons, &amp;nights.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:duncanwaseaten:184739</id>
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    <title>duncanwaseaten @ 2005-03-17T15:57:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-17T23:59:09Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-17T23:59:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v34/dancedancedance/slideshowatfreeuniversity.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:duncanwaseaten:184322</id>
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    <title>duncanwaseaten @ 2005-03-14T13:18:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-14T21:20:08Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-14T21:20:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;(either way, bunny, either way.)</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:duncanwaseaten:184268</id>
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    <title>duncanwaseaten @ 2005-03-12T01:51:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-12T09:52:07Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-12T09:52:07Z</updated>
    <lj:music>buck 65</lj:music>
    <content type="html">[bagged tears.]&lt;br /&gt;he tips her with&lt;br /&gt;smiles but she fidgets&lt;br /&gt;(it is cold, &amp;the&lt;br /&gt;cuffs of his&lt;br /&gt;jeans get wet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;she leaves, he&lt;br /&gt;shouts, "you idiot!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too dumb for his likes she&lt;br /&gt;thinks on the way home from&lt;br /&gt;his house where, he is sighing over&lt;br /&gt;the same thing</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:duncanwaseaten:184009</id>
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    <title>duncanwaseaten @ 2005-02-24T18:01:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-25T02:06:40Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-25T02:06:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I went to yr concert &amp;I didn't feel anything)</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:duncanwaseaten:183610</id>
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    <title>duncanwaseaten @ 2005-02-16T15:35:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-16T23:37:10Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-16T23:37:10Z</updated>
    <lj:music>goxxip</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v34/dancedancedance/S2010002.jpg"&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:duncanwaseaten:183355</id>
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    <title>duncanwaseaten @ 2005-02-14T23:13:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-15T07:14:31Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-15T07:14:31Z</updated>
    <lj:music>least, the ones you wanna hear</lj:music>
    <content type="html">abnormal abdominals &lt;i&gt;(push-ups phenomenal)&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:duncanwaseaten:183145</id>
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    <title>duncanwaseaten @ 2005-02-10T22:13:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-11T06:14:02Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-11T20:04:36Z</updated>
    <lj:music>aesop rock - the tugboat complex, pt.3</lj:music>
    <content type="html">yr lucky, somehow you managed to befriend some&lt;br /&gt; good people who will sit &amp;soak&lt;br /&gt; the evils you secrete, but&lt;br /&gt; why? I'm not really sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(knock the fuck off, kicking his lip across the floor&lt;br /&gt;'til the archival vinyl venom soak the lure&lt;br /&gt;anti-clarity mechanism spit flattery burners&lt;br /&gt;fusing a million majesty murders then stole the crown)</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:duncanwaseaten:182905</id>
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    <title>duncanwaseaten @ 2005-02-09T12:22:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-09T20:22:37Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-09T20:22:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could go home</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:duncanwaseaten:182546</id>
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    <title>duncanwaseaten @ 2005-02-02T01:27:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-02T09:33:55Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-02T09:33:55Z</updated>
    <lj:music>yume bitsu</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na&lt;i&gt; ah.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bed is big enough for the both of us.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:duncanwaseaten:182307</id>
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    <title>duncanwaseaten @ 2005-01-27T01:44:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-27T09:45:03Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-27T09:45:03Z</updated>
    <lj:music>should never be discussed, so--</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v34/dancedancedance/rep8.jpg"&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:duncanwaseaten:182140</id>
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    <title>duncanwaseaten @ 2005-01-04T16:15:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-05T00:16:21Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-05T00:16:21Z</updated>
    <lj:music>lali puna, middle curse</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v34/dancedancedance/jkljkpj.jpg"&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:duncanwaseaten:181833</id>
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    <title>duncanwaseaten @ 2004-12-29T12:36:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-29T20:37:05Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-29T20:37:05Z</updated>
    <lj:music>it sounded like you breathing)</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v34/dancedancedance/xmasxxxxxxxxxxx.jpg"&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:duncanwaseaten:181412</id>
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    <title>duncanwaseaten @ 2004-12-25T20:10:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-26T04:10:52Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-26T04:10:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v34/dancedancedance/xmasxxxxxx.jpg"&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:duncanwaseaten:181071</id>
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    <title>duncanwaseaten @ 2004-12-25T19:41:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-26T03:41:24Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-26T03:41:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[well maybe I should change my ways &amp;stick to only ladies cuz I hate shitty menz &amp;I don't want shitty babiez]</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:duncanwaseaten:180810</id>
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    <title>Baby steps, right?</title>
    <published>2004-12-08T01:21:35Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-08T01:21:35Z</updated>
    <lj:music>(I just wanted to make you make sense)</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Given in bed, &amp;the fragile&lt;br /&gt; danger of lonely bodies, &lt;br /&gt;feet away from heartbeats, I &lt;br /&gt;may ease beneath yr white sheets,&lt;br /&gt; crossing my fingers that&lt;br /&gt; it wouldn't have been wiser to pull &amp;slip&lt;br /&gt; you into my own selfishness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the fear of this curve in my back, the&lt;br /&gt; "c" like slope of one's body, (you never fooled me into believing that you&lt;br /&gt;were capable of loving me at all,&lt;br /&gt;happy as an ending or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It did not matter either way, bunny, either way.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:duncanwaseaten:180498</id>
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    <title>duncanwaseaten @ 2004-12-02T03:02:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-02T11:03:03Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-02T11:03:03Z</updated>
    <lj:music>thing poetic, actually?</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Choices just feel wrong. He'll always click into early nights, but I could never relax, "if you break it up &amp;&lt;i&gt;then&lt;/i&gt; swallow it, along with two aspirins, the potency is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lot greater."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instruments, technique &amp;perfectionist's filled voids. "They are all, at one point or &lt;br /&gt;another, emaciated, but just with glistening eyes."&lt;br /&gt;A stocking sock as a belt that continuously does not&lt;br /&gt;remain on the denim at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&amp;Some times, knowing the rest of the world still spins, with the knowledge of what I've already found ruins it only because I fear the way someone would push their glasses to the edge of their nose and look down at me for it.)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:duncanwaseaten:180315</id>
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    <title>duncanwaseaten @ 2004-11-29T12:59:00</title>
    <published>2004-11-29T21:01:00Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-29T21:01:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I am made up of too&lt;br /&gt; many phases; &lt;br /&gt;you leave me with a density resting&lt;br /&gt; in my fugitive stomach</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:duncanwaseaten:180164</id>
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    <title>duncanwaseaten @ 2004-11-26T21:47:00</title>
    <published>2004-11-27T05:48:12Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-27T05:48:12Z</updated>
    <lj:music>jaga jazzist - doppelganger</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:&lt;br /&gt;01. amanda&lt;br /&gt;02. manda&lt;br /&gt;03. dod (only megan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE SCREEN NAMES YOU HAVE HAD:&lt;br /&gt;01. punnet squared.... I can't remember the others...&lt;br /&gt;02. &lt;br /&gt;03.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:&lt;br /&gt;01. I don't take everything seriously&lt;br /&gt;02. I can be funny&lt;br /&gt;03. I can make pizzas really fast &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU HATE ABOUT YOURSELF:&lt;br /&gt;01. I sometimes get irrational&lt;br /&gt;02. I can be naive&lt;br /&gt;03. I tend to get really angry at people for dumb reasons, like standing in the middle of somewhere when epople are trying to get past them, or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE:&lt;br /&gt;01. italian&lt;br /&gt;02. norwegian&lt;br /&gt;03. irish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND:&lt;br /&gt;01. why things happen at the most inopportune time&lt;br /&gt;02. why people don't think before the speak or do something&lt;br /&gt;03. why people say things without anything to back themselves up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS THAT ANNOY YOU:&lt;br /&gt;01. people chewing in my ear&lt;br /&gt;02. snapping (it's getting better, though)&lt;br /&gt;03. condiments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU:&lt;br /&gt;01. scary people on my roof watching me sleep or breaking into my house&lt;br /&gt;02. peeping toms&lt;br /&gt;03. ghosts or zombies, for when I'm being really irrational&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:&lt;br /&gt;01. shoes&lt;br /&gt;02. food&lt;br /&gt;03. gravy train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;01. socks&lt;br /&gt;02. blue jeans&lt;br /&gt;03. black shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS ON YOUR DESK:&lt;br /&gt;01. my cell phone&lt;br /&gt;02. a fuze&lt;br /&gt;03. these speakers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU SAY THE MOST:&lt;br /&gt;01. bitch&lt;br /&gt;02. ho&lt;br /&gt;03. cunt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(hahaha. not really.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE BANDS AT THE MOMENT:&lt;br /&gt;01. gravy train&lt;br /&gt;02. seelenluft&lt;br /&gt;03. magnetic fields&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PEOPLE YOU SPEND THE MOST TIME WITH:&lt;br /&gt;01. my sister megan&lt;br /&gt;02. mollie&lt;br /&gt;03. mckenzie! arn't you jealous mollie!?!? she made me a map, that's right. &amp;color coded it, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOUR CLOSE FRIENDS:&lt;br /&gt;01. sincerity&lt;br /&gt;02. they usually listen to my complaints about the things I hate at that time (&amp;sometimes, they listen so hard they get lost in the process)&lt;br /&gt;03. I like being reassured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WOULD WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP: &lt;br /&gt;01. I like 'em big &amp;stupid.&lt;br /&gt;02. &lt;br /&gt;03. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX THAT APPEAL TO YOU:&lt;br /&gt;01. being tall&lt;br /&gt;02. a good sense of humor, or someone that just thinks &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; jokes are funny.&lt;br /&gt;03. someone who I can have actual discussions with/who likes to take naps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU CAN'T DO:&lt;br /&gt;01. whistle&lt;br /&gt;02. snap very well&lt;br /&gt;03. touch fabric without putting on lotion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE HOBBIES:&lt;br /&gt;01. drawing&lt;br /&gt;02. conversing&lt;br /&gt;03. with alcohol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT REALLY BAD RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;01. one thousand dollars&lt;br /&gt;02. an amc pacer&lt;br /&gt;03. my license&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE CAREERS YOU'RE CONSIDERING: &lt;br /&gt;01. something in biology&lt;br /&gt;02. &lt;br /&gt;03. or welding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PLACES YOU WOULD GO ON VACATION:&lt;br /&gt;01. I hate going on vacations. I hate sleeping anywhere I'm not used to&lt;br /&gt;02. but I'd like to visit italy&lt;br /&gt;03. or go on a road trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:&lt;br /&gt;01. I don't want to do anything, just live a happy life I guess.&lt;br /&gt;02. &lt;br /&gt;03.</content>
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    <title>duncanwaseaten @ 2004-11-18T12:27:00</title>
    <published>2004-11-18T20:27:33Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-18T20:27:33Z</updated>
    <lj:music>gravy train - gutter butter</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A - age: 18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B - band listening to right now: lali puna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C - crush: I like to keep myself preoccupied with other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D - dad's name: Garrett Joseph Smith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E - easiest person to talk to: my sister, or mollie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F - favorite band at the moment: angie reed, gravy train. lali puna, the blow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G - gummy bears or gummy worms: sour gummy worms or chocolate covered gummy bears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H - hometown: seattle, washington&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I - instruments: kazoo mofo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K - kids: if I decided that I wanted them, I'd adopt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L - longest car ride ever: to san diego from here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M - Mom's name: Susan Ann Boyle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N - number of siblings: two, my twin megan &amp;older sister lauren, who usually doesn't count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O - one wish: get fat &amp;grow a beard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P - phobia[s]: drowning, or maybe a lot of the scenes in saw, like the guy crawling out of the car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q - favorite quote from a song: hahahah um.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm such a slut I've tried everything... I choked down six dix while eatin' burger king...&lt;br /&gt;That ain't shit compared to what I've done, once jacked off in a hot dog bun!&lt;br /&gt;So I've got an idea little boys listen here - a, me &amp;hunx on you&lt;br /&gt;like cheese on a quesedilla!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R - reason to smile: the ultimate death of my family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S - song you sang last: lali puna - middle curse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T - time you wake up: around 11am to 1pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U - unknown fact about me: ask my twin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V - vegetable you hate:  oh man string beans, onions, peppers, peas, brussel sprout, spinach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W - worst habit(s): biting my nails, worrying, panicing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X - x-rays you've had: lungs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y - yummy food: potatoes, pancakes sometimes, french toast sometimes, apples... taco bell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z - zodiac sign: aries.</content>
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    <title>The world in bloom.</title>
    <published>2004-11-18T08:00:30Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-18T08:00:30Z</updated>
    <lj:music>blonde redhead - hated because of great qualities</lj:music>
    <content type="html">In fragmented fibers, threadbare&lt;br /&gt;seams, sinking into the cavernous&lt;br /&gt;stomach, dissolving&lt;br /&gt;stitches in the folds of our body; &lt;br /&gt;salt in the waves of the atlantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The tiny capsules burst like &lt;br /&gt;supernovas, &amp;&lt;br /&gt;writhe around like a wicked thought.)</content>
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