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  <title>Senseless Ramblings of a Wandering Dude</title>
  <subtitle>is there a home for one like me . . .</subtitle>
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    <name>poetrymonkey</name>
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  <updated>2005-06-02T06:12:52Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:poetrymonkey:39294</id>
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    <title>poetrymonkey @ 2005-06-02T02:11:00</title>
    <published>2005-06-02T06:12:52Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-02T06:12:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://community.webshots.com/user/poetrymonkey"&gt;here'sthelinkforrealthistimekids&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:poetrymonkey:39139</id>
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    <title>poetrymonkey @ 2005-05-31T15:32:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-31T19:42:59Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-31T19:58:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">guys . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw bright eyes . . . do you know how beautiful it was - well, lucky for you i'm going to tell you . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we got there, we thought that they were checking people for stuff, so steven and i left our flasks in the car . . . after drinking liberally . . . and then proceeded in . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got all down in the big crowd of people where i proceeded to make two new friends over cloves . . . kim and laura . . . kim was generous with her alcohol the whole night . . . now jared loves kim . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mars black opened . . . i think that was their name . . . it was two rappers and a white dj guy . . . the crowd of depressed skinny white kids looked so confused . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kim and i decided that we had to drink through the confusion . . . and you know . . . they got progressively better . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally they left and the feint played . . . nice nice . . . very 80s . . . excellent stage presence . . . i danced freely . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but bright eyes . . . oh bright eyes . . . they came on stage and i decided that the only way to welcome connor was with a clove and a drink . . . and i was right . . . it was excellent . . . the lights, the music, the crowd, the clove, the liquor [icandiehappier] . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at some point i went to the bathroom and was walking over some chairs (they were the movie theather folding type) and one closed on my foot and i couldn't get it out and was so confused . . . and some girl on the next row helped me out . . . and steven came to check on me when i was coming out the bathroom because he saw me get stuck and was worried that i couldn't take care of myself [i'mluckyforthefriendsihave] . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but connor also played lover i don't have to love and the "when you throw up water" song . . . and when it got real quiet at one point i screamed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;connor . . . bear my children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but he didn't hear . . . we would have beautiful babies . . . so talented and fucked up . . . and our relationship would be so intense and volatile . . . it would be great . . . so many songs, so many poems . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and apparently i stumbled and headbutted a beautiful asian girl names jessica and i made friendly with her and her friends . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i met michael(harris)jackson, and lex/lance/something (and we hugged over the flaming lips) and lindsay . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and well . . . it was an amazing night . . . i smoked too much, drank too much, made friends and saw connor live . . . and asked him to have my progeny . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was one for the books . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/albums/y196/tossturn/brighteyes/"&gt;?wannasee?&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:poetrymonkey:38664</id>
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    <title>poetrymonkey @ 2005-05-23T17:11:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-23T21:12:48Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-23T21:12:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">and well when i smear the blood &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;across my face, from these fingertips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-it makes the most beautiful mask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . that you still haven't seen through</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:poetrymonkey:38629</id>
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    <title>poetrymonkey @ 2005-05-22T00:15:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-22T04:16:00Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-22T04:16:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">shackles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tell you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so why don't i go ahead and break them</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:poetrymonkey:38338</id>
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    <title>poetrymonkey @ 2005-05-19T14:55:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-19T18:56:12Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-19T18:56:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">this has becoem an excercise in emptiness . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are not my thoughts . . .</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:poetrymonkey:38127</id>
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    <title>poetrymonkey @ 2005-05-18T19:05:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-18T23:06:39Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-18T23:06:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i'm angry at my hair . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm threatening to cut it all off &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't think it's listening&lt;br /&gt;and now you're wondering why you're reading this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy, a bag of fun - that's me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"bag o' crazy as i like to call it"</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:poetrymonkey:37773</id>
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    <title>menya zaboot catherine zeta jones</title>
    <published>2005-05-04T15:15:26Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-04T15:15:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">a russian exam is hurtling my way,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm still putting off studying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woo. go the awesomeness that is me.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:poetrymonkey:37529</id>
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    <title>it's the simple things</title>
    <published>2005-04-28T03:32:16Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-28T03:32:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i love chicken fingers with horseradish sauce on the side</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:poetrymonkey:37261</id>
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    <title>[01101100010101101010010101001010]</title>
    <published>2005-04-26T17:46:39Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-26T17:46:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">the girl next to me is typing loudly with only two fingers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really, does it have to be so violently loud . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd love to break all your fingers</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:poetrymonkey:37018</id>
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    <title>stay let me wait while you whisper</title>
    <published>2005-04-23T16:19:38Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-23T16:19:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">kung fu hustle was greatness the likes this boy has needed for some time . . . i don't think i've ever laughed so hard at a movie . . . part of it was probably aided by the fact that i had been up since 4:45 that morning and it was 12:30 . . . and i had only had 2 hours of sleep . . . and it was opening night, so the energy was excellent . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that movie . . . to put it like a caramel frappuccino-drinking-14-year-old-girl, "it was . . . um . . . like, good like whoa"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, they had a taoist kung fu master . . . i can't put into words how happy that made me . . . i mean, if i were going to be a kung fu master, i would definitely have a taoist fighting style . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan's discussing how it would be interesting if when i body was decomposing if ester groups were made instead of nitrous and sulfur groups . . . so that it would smell good . . . you know, the run-of-the-mill conversation of how organic chemistry plays into our concept of smell . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(now i'll use a bunch of big words to feel smart too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was nice . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but kung fu hustle . . . it was ridiculous and excellent . . . and ASIAN . . . yay . . . i would definitely say that i am altering my top three to include that . . .</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:poetrymonkey:36637</id>
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    <title>pita bread and tarot cards</title>
    <published>2005-04-21T03:53:04Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-21T03:53:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">sleep was my only refuge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[?sowhy'dyouhaveto takethattoo?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this life is too short and too beautiful for all this ("x") that we get bogged down in . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so come on guys / / / &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x=evilbullshit&lt;br /&gt;life - x = simplicity&lt;br /&gt;simplicity = happiness&lt;br /&gt;happiness = koolaid smiles&lt;br /&gt;koolaid smiles = summertime fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just that simple</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:poetrymonkey:36474</id>
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    <title>rumplesilkskin (AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA)</title>
    <published>2005-04-19T03:43:41Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-19T03:43:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">too much Connor is .detrimentalbeautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the soul . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when life gives you shit,&lt;br /&gt;you make shit-ade</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:poetrymonkey:36230</id>
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    <title>poetrymonkey @ 2005-04-16T23:09:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-17T03:11:07Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-17T03:11:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The Umbrellas &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are a beauty that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this boy has been needing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for some time now</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:poetrymonkey:36053</id>
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    <title>poetrymonkey @ 2005-04-14T23:46:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-15T03:50:32Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-15T03:50:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">we might be turning into butter(fly)S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i certainly &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*.f(e.e)l.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like a caterpillar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{=so you'll have to help me along=}</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:poetrymonkey:35689</id>
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    <title>poetrymonkey @ 2005-04-13T22:48:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-14T02:54:25Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-14T02:54:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">*inhale*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(longingdrivedesiredreamsambitionhopewishes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*e x h   a l     e*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c)88648(o)*^&amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(n)%$#               (f)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!224(u)^%*&amp;(s)==(i)&amp;gt;&amp;gt;(o)`;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(n)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:poetrymonkey:35497</id>
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    <title>poetrymonkey @ 2005-04-11T22:26:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-12T02:28:59Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-12T02:28:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">so this gal, Ashley is pretty amazing and talented, and well, she makes cards too (apparently)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you should go here and check em out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/medandme/sets/221419/"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/medandme/sets/221419/&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:poetrymonkey:35166</id>
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    <title>he looooka like-a man</title>
    <published>2005-04-09T17:00:17Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-09T17:00:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">so, see guys . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night ste*ven and i were accosted by Miss Swan . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she wanted to tell us about Jesus and how our hair and clothes couldn't glorify God . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there was a tangent about how sex and service with God don't mix (i don't know how we got there) but the scariest part was her telling us that she knew how good sex was . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there were violent hand gestures and thrusting and i didn't catch anything that her broken english was saying . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeah . . . for a good 30, 40 minutes we stood there and listened . . . it was intense . . . and funny . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to take my picture with her, but i was afraid she would tell me in violent hand gestures and thrusting that taking pictures didn't mix with serving God . . .</content>
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    <title>24601</title>
    <published>2005-04-07T16:28:46Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-07T16:28:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">*gag*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*vomit*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*coughwheezesigh*</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:poetrymonkey:34658</id>
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    <title>poetrymonkey @ 2005-04-05T00:28:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-05T04:30:32Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-05T04:30:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Sin City was beautiful&lt;br /&gt;but sucked a big one . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dresdens Dolls go on the big-time favorite list . . . &lt;br /&gt;Anyone wishing to apply for love must be willing to dance&lt;br /&gt;in the rain to them . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is . . .</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:poetrymonkey:34483</id>
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    <title>poetrymonkey @ 2005-04-04T00:59:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-04T04:59:28Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-04T04:59:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Great Lake Swimmers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make me cry</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:poetrymonkey:34169</id>
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    <title>poetrymonkey @ 2005-04-02T12:19:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-02T17:20:25Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-02T17:20:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">am i lying . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to you&lt;br /&gt;(to myself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the whole fucking world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least it brings smiles</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:poetrymonkey:33815</id>
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    <title>and if, if, if</title>
    <published>2005-04-01T17:31:33Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-01T17:31:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i have decided that if&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we lived in a world where the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"chips enlarged to show texture" note&lt;br /&gt;on the bag of lay's bbq chips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;were a lie, then we would be so much better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because if our chips were a 3, dare i say, 4 bite ordeal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would it not be a better world in all the other ways as well</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:poetrymonkey:33627</id>
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    <title>screw Dr. Phil</title>
    <published>2005-03-31T18:13:00Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-31T18:13:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">everyday i tell myself &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get the fuck over it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it helps so very much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(it could always be so much worse . . . and it never is)</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:poetrymonkey:33486</id>
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    <title>yay for me</title>
    <published>2005-03-30T21:03:17Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-30T21:03:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">so i made poem of the day and top ten member rated poetry on pathetic.org . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ego is thoroughly massaged</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:poetrymonkey:33039</id>
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    <title>where the food's the star</title>
    <published>2005-03-28T16:58:36Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-28T16:58:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">life . . . you are getting to be too much to handle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brain . . . you will be switched off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fun . . . you will be had in massive quantities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that i may remember what it is to be a child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and have simple joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, i hear You calling, but i don't know how to answer</content>
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