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  <pubDate>Sun, 03 Jul 2005 14:38:36 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>News</title>
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  <description>Ok so it&apos;s been quite a while since I&apos;ve updated my journal.....And in the past few weeks a lot has happened....My first big news started last week when Chad and I decided to try and start a lil side project music group.....We still haven&apos;t come up with a name for our group, we have our separate stage names.... He&apos;s going by D&apos;Ceet while I&apos;m going to reassume the alter ego Dzaztr.....He and I would be doing the lyrics and vocals while Evan would be our soundman making all the beats for us and I have to say I think Evan should try giving that a look into the future because so far the stuff that he&apos;s made has been pretty good....Now it&apos;s just the hard part of getting the three of us together at the same time....We have to work around work schedules and family schedules....Hopefully soon we can get together get a list of possible names for our group and then get our friends to vote on which one they like the best.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the more major news occured last night around 6-7 pm......If anyone really knows me then they would know seeing me on a basketball court is not unusual however the events that took place last night at Orems Elementary school were far from normal.....I was a witness to seeing someone die there last night....It was by far the most horrific thing I&apos;ve seen to date. A bunch of us were all playing ball and there was a couple people riding their dirtbikes in the field next to the basketball court....One of the riders decided to try jumping the hill he made the jump and caught a little bit of air but everyone noticed that his bike didn&apos;t sound right well he came back down the hill and made a few more passes around the field....He decided to make another jump from the same hill.... The way the hill goes up it has a little bit of a leveled off spot before the hill continues up well he caught air again however this time his back tire caught the leveled off area and that put him into a wheelie position....which was cool as shit and everyone was applauding and cheering but then the applauding and cheering turned to complete chaos when he continued riding right into the wall of Orems Elementary......Everyone on the court ran up to see if he was ok......I then heard someone yell to call 911.....I called 911 and proceeded to tell the information to the operator and waited for the EMT&apos;s and Paramedics to arrive soon the parking lot was filled with emergency vehicles.......The injuries were gruesome I had never seen anything like that up closethe operator wanted me to give CPR but I don&apos;t think it would have mattered when the emergency technicians got there the look of utter disgust was apparent they knew right then that the gentleman was dead.....Myself and like 4-5 other guys had to stick around to give our statements....I got back home somehow I drove back to my house completely numb.....I was sick for the rest of the evening until I made myself eat something came home and had a beer to calm me down.....For some reason and I can&apos;t explain why I had to go back up there to see the scene..... There was some kind of presence over me that wouldn&apos;t let me rest until I saw the scene again.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the evening I was able to hang out with Justin and Brian and met up with one of Justin&apos;s friends at Taco Bell well it just so happens that Justin&apos;s friend Pam&apos;s boyfriend lives like right around the corner from Orems Elementary so we went back down to the scene at my request and I want to thank everyone that indulged my wish.....After going back to the school I felt more at ease and I wasn&apos;t completely numb anymore......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to express my sympathy towards the families of Officer Morris who died last evening I&apos;m going to try and find out where the viewing and funeral is going to be and just try and go out of respect.....</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 05 Jun 2005 01:37:41 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Thank You</title>
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  <description>Well after a few days rest I feel that it&apos;s time to update again.....I want to First and foremost thank everyone that went down to Tennessee and help out in Ashley&apos;s memorial garden..... and I don&apos;t want to leave the people who have stayed in my family&apos;s lives since Ashley&apos;s passing.....Although many haven&apos;t been able to see her garden continuing to be in my life and be my friend is more than what many can do or have done....All in all Tennessee was a major success, the weather was perfect, not too hot not too cold and even though it drizzled a little bit it never down poured. I know my mom appreciated everyone&apos;s help in the garden and their support through our ordeal....So again Thank You to everyone that was able to make it down and to those who continue to think of Ashley every day</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 24 May 2005 05:29:14 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Unloved</title>
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  <description>Why am I so unloved and under-appreciated in every aspect of life.....What do I have to do in order to be accepted for who and what I am. All my life I&apos;ve been told how much I look like my father....and growing up I wanted to be like my father....However one day and I&apos;m not going to try and remember back when the first time I heard the song &quot;The Cat&apos;s in the Cradle&quot; I realized becoming my father wasn&apos;t all it&apos;s cracked up to be.&lt;br /&gt;For the last five years of my life since I&apos;ve been out of high school all I&apos;ve heard from my father is &quot;Further Your Education&quot; So for those of you who don&apos;t know or have chose to ignore me, I have started online classes for Fitness and Nutrition....Well it seems that since I&apos;ve started to &quot;Further My Education&quot; It&apos;s become apparent to me that this is not enough....I only did what I&apos;ve been told for the last five years and that&apos;s not good enough.... All I want is support from my father but I can&apos;t seem to get it.....I asked him &quot;What the fuck do I have to do? Do I have to bleed for you before you accept me?&quot; You know I thought that after my sister died my father and I would become closer. I&apos;ve realized the value of life and I try not to take relationships for granted because I don&apos;t know my own lifespan nor anyone elses. I guess he hasn&apos;t yet. All I&apos;ve wanted from him was for him to love me and support anything that I do in life.....Not such a hard thing to do.....You would think that a parent would love their child and support whatever they do in life. I think my father has only heard/read one of my written poems.... He doesn&apos;t even know the talent I have or the numerous hours I&apos;ve spent in writing....The same thing with my online courses I have passed the first five tests with a 100%.... you would think that a parent would be proud of their child. Well I know that my mom is and even my step mother supports me but I want my father to be proud of me.....And he isn&apos;t....You know unfortunately I know that in many ways I am like my father.....I know that my temper can get the best of me because I leave it bottled up inside of me, most of time people see the facade that I put on. They see the happy Derek, they can laugh at my jokes and impressions. The facade that just hides the depressing being that is ME.... Then when I finally let my feelings out everyone thinks that I&apos;m an asshole. But I dare anyone to walk a mile in my shoes and not feel the same way that I do</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 22 May 2005 17:30:26 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>My first collaboration with Katie</title>
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  <description>So ok here&apos;s my first attempt to collaborate with anyone, Katie and I have helped each other on our own seperate poems in the past and this time it just came about that we put this all together in about two and a half days anyone who reads it hope they like it. It&apos;s a style that is quite different than what I&apos;m used to writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote these letters to you&lt;br /&gt;Left them all unsealed,&lt;br /&gt;Never signed my name&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m never to be revealed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much I want to tell you&lt;br /&gt;Words I longed to say,&lt;br /&gt;These pent up feelings trapped inside&lt;br /&gt;Growing stronger by the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blood is growing colder&lt;br /&gt;Running slower in my veins,&lt;br /&gt;Anticipation getting the best of me&lt;br /&gt;Slowly driving me insane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can&apos;t explain what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;These emotions seem so new,&lt;br /&gt;You took me away from the dark side of life&lt;br /&gt;Without you, I&apos;d never make it through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if my love for you&lt;br /&gt;Is really that true, the love subsides,&lt;br /&gt;Anger inside of me begins to brew.&lt;br /&gt;Pondering how I could ever be in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can a feeling cause so much pain&lt;br /&gt;Leaving me to ponder the truth in my heart&lt;br /&gt;A mere emotion causing so much chaos&lt;br /&gt;Is this love worth my world falling apart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You&apos;ve gone and done it again&lt;br /&gt;you&apos;ve turned my world upside down&lt;br /&gt;When I&apos;m with you, you&apos;re totally oblivious&lt;br /&gt;You&apos;re by my side and I don&apos;t make a sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave into the feeling&lt;br /&gt;A love I thought we&apos;d share&lt;br /&gt;Now I&apos;m constantly thinking&lt;br /&gt;If you truly cared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stony exterior&lt;br /&gt;You&apos;ve shown is so elusive&lt;br /&gt;Never would I think&lt;br /&gt;Emotions could become abusive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scars are enough proof&lt;br /&gt;A love so right went wrong&lt;br /&gt;What happend to the so called fairytale romances?&lt;br /&gt;Did my heart play a fool all along?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still bewildered by this all&lt;br /&gt;I allow myself to cry&lt;br /&gt;For just the thought of you now&lt;br /&gt;Brings a thousand tears to my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your words continue to pierce through me&lt;br /&gt;Suffocating my soul until my very last breath&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s like a tragic love story for our time&lt;br /&gt;Loving you even after death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had brought me into the light&lt;br /&gt;Away from my eternal darkness&lt;br /&gt;Now I&apos;m back where I started&lt;br /&gt;How could you be so heartless?</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 16 May 2005 02:47:07 GMT</pubDate>
  <title> A lighter side?</title>
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  <description>We exchanged glances&lt;br /&gt;from across the room&lt;br /&gt;she brought me away&lt;br /&gt;from my certain doom&lt;br /&gt;this wretched depression&lt;br /&gt;sadness and gloom&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes seemed to dance&lt;br /&gt;in the light of the moon&lt;br /&gt;and has a voice that&lt;br /&gt;whispers like heavenly tunes&lt;br /&gt;My body seems&lt;br /&gt;out of place&lt;br /&gt;As my heart starts&lt;br /&gt;to race at a faster pace&lt;br /&gt;Those sweet moist lips&lt;br /&gt;that I long to taste&lt;br /&gt;hoping my feelings&lt;br /&gt;are none of waste&lt;br /&gt;The touch of her hand&lt;br /&gt;as soft as lace&lt;br /&gt;No smile is better&lt;br /&gt;on any other face&lt;br /&gt;Now I&apos;m playing in&lt;br /&gt;this game of wait&lt;br /&gt;For she&apos;s not yet&lt;br /&gt;ready for a new mate&lt;br /&gt;and thats fine&lt;br /&gt;my feelings are based&lt;br /&gt;on more than&lt;br /&gt;getting to second base</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 09 May 2005 04:44:09 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>The World As We Know It</title>
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  <description>This is the beginning&lt;br /&gt;of the tell all truths&lt;br /&gt;while we&apos;re trying&lt;br /&gt;to find an excuse&lt;br /&gt;for today&apos;s useless youths&lt;br /&gt;and the guilty who&lt;br /&gt;are running loose&lt;br /&gt;with a lack of proof&lt;br /&gt;in order to be convicted&lt;br /&gt;there are innocent&lt;br /&gt;facing years or imprisonment&lt;br /&gt;The upper class are&lt;br /&gt;living high off the hog&lt;br /&gt;while we&apos;re down here&lt;br /&gt;choking on smog&lt;br /&gt;Too involved with their riches&lt;br /&gt;to know that we&apos;re bitching&lt;br /&gt;and are about to be evicted&lt;br /&gt;No wonder we&apos;re mixing&lt;br /&gt;alcohol in our liquid prescriptions&lt;br /&gt;Time is quickly slipping&lt;br /&gt;Holiday&apos;s aren&apos;t too far away&lt;br /&gt;Millions are starving&lt;br /&gt;while others are turkey carving&lt;br /&gt;watching Brett Favre win&lt;br /&gt;and racking up billions&lt;br /&gt;in credit card charges&lt;br /&gt;And all these&lt;br /&gt;homeless shelters&lt;br /&gt;Why can&apos;t you help your&lt;br /&gt;fellow man and&lt;br /&gt;give them your hand&lt;br /&gt;help the stand up again&lt;br /&gt;Prophesized by Nostradamus&lt;br /&gt;saying goodbye to their Mommas&lt;br /&gt;all these suicide bombers&lt;br /&gt;taking their lives&lt;br /&gt;in the name of Allah&lt;br /&gt;While these strippers&lt;br /&gt;are working for dollars&lt;br /&gt;Everyday facing humiliation&lt;br /&gt;Why do they all say&lt;br /&gt;they&apos;re paying for an education&lt;br /&gt;Guys old enough&lt;br /&gt;to be their fathers&lt;br /&gt;sit and watch and&lt;br /&gt;start salivating&lt;br /&gt;thinking they&apos;ve &lt;br /&gt;found their salvation&lt;br /&gt;Can someone answer this&lt;br /&gt;because I can&apos;t handle this&lt;br /&gt;Why do televangelists&lt;br /&gt;seem so phony and scandalous&lt;br /&gt;I mean what&apos;s the deal&lt;br /&gt;making non-believers&lt;br /&gt;feel they&apos;ve been healed&lt;br /&gt;by a false prophet&lt;br /&gt;looking for his cut&lt;br /&gt;into the profit&lt;br /&gt;taking money from&lt;br /&gt;the poorest projects&lt;br /&gt;and puts it in&lt;br /&gt;his own pockets&lt;br /&gt;No one can stop it&lt;br /&gt;now onto a more&lt;br /&gt;serious problem&lt;br /&gt;these runaway brides&lt;br /&gt;women afraid of committing&lt;br /&gt;while our children&lt;br /&gt;are turning up missing&lt;br /&gt;Bring out the dogs&lt;br /&gt;to finally start sniffing&lt;br /&gt;but it&apos;s too late&lt;br /&gt;their bodies are ripped up&lt;br /&gt;and are just drifting&lt;br /&gt;in puddles of their own blood&lt;br /&gt;in the sunlight glistening&lt;br /&gt;These are true&lt;br /&gt;to life problems&lt;br /&gt;Why isn&apos;t anyone listening</description>
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  <lj:music>Project: Deadman&apos;s Body Bag</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 03 May 2005 03:42:23 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>The wait is over</title>
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  <description>The racial discrimination&lt;br /&gt;that had a choke hold&lt;br /&gt;on our nation&lt;br /&gt;a wicked abomination&lt;br /&gt;The deadly combination&lt;br /&gt;of hatred and degradation&lt;br /&gt;that led to segregation&lt;br /&gt;We need to stop wasting&lt;br /&gt;time in contemplation&lt;br /&gt;We&apos;ve got a new set&lt;br /&gt;of problems to begin&lt;br /&gt;to start facing&lt;br /&gt;There&apos;s a plague called AIDS&lt;br /&gt;and it hit with devastation&lt;br /&gt;and it&apos;s turning our country&lt;br /&gt;into a barren wasteland&lt;br /&gt;and it&apos;s racing&lt;br /&gt;at immeasurable paces&lt;br /&gt;to start erasing man&lt;br /&gt;off the face of the planet&lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t understand it&lt;br /&gt;We take our lives for granted&lt;br /&gt;If we have the &lt;br /&gt;seeds of knowledge&lt;br /&gt;Why don&apos;t we just plant it&lt;br /&gt;God, Damn it&lt;br /&gt;I can&apos;t stand it&lt;br /&gt;Living in this planned panic&lt;br /&gt;with depressed manics&lt;br /&gt;I can&apos;t take it anymore&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m brain damaged&lt;br /&gt;and left famished&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could just vanish&lt;br /&gt;but somehow I seem to manage&lt;br /&gt;practicing my magic&lt;br /&gt;to get into the brains&lt;br /&gt;of savages and just ravage it&lt;br /&gt;with a rhyme&lt;br /&gt;that&apos;s just above average&lt;br /&gt;See our troops are falling faster&lt;br /&gt;than our gas prices are rising&lt;br /&gt;Uneasy feelings aren&apos;t surprising&lt;br /&gt;Terrorized by being sterilized&lt;br /&gt;before flying and despite this&lt;br /&gt;not knowing who&apos;s sitting beside us&lt;br /&gt;It could be some Al-Qaida guy&lt;br /&gt;dying from bronchitis&lt;br /&gt;and why&apos;s this&lt;br /&gt;trying to fight this&lt;br /&gt;determined me to find&lt;br /&gt;a need to write this.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 27 Apr 2005 04:47:04 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I am &quot;sisohpromateM&quot;</title>
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  <description>These changes can&apos;t spot them&lt;br /&gt;like &quot;sisohpromateM&quot;&lt;br /&gt;When I got to the bottom&lt;br /&gt;The reversed Latin&apos;s &lt;br /&gt;what shocked them&lt;br /&gt;out of this boredom&lt;br /&gt;The autopsy&apos;s performed&lt;br /&gt;before you&apos;re post mortem&lt;br /&gt;I never ignored Him&lt;br /&gt;He was my support&lt;br /&gt;whenever I was shorted&lt;br /&gt;I deny what&apos;s recorded&lt;br /&gt;that it was my &lt;br /&gt;mind left aborted&lt;br /&gt;I tried to assure Him&lt;br /&gt;and never heard the warning&lt;br /&gt;There&apos;s always a calm&lt;br /&gt;before all the storming&lt;br /&gt;Thunderheads forming&lt;br /&gt;in the midst of the morning&lt;br /&gt;Rain and tears start pouring&lt;br /&gt;as families are mourning</description>
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  <lj:music>Project: Deadman&apos;s No Rest For the Wicked</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 25 Apr 2005 13:33:10 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I am &quot;Sisohpromatem&quot;</title>
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  <description>I&apos;ve noticed from&lt;br /&gt;time to time&lt;br /&gt;My mind produces a rhyme&lt;br /&gt;that travels down&lt;br /&gt;the cord of my spine&lt;br /&gt;The signal then descends&lt;br /&gt;and nerves begin to send&lt;br /&gt;the message to my hand&lt;br /&gt;and takes my mind&lt;br /&gt;to the farthest land&lt;br /&gt;The thought can &lt;br /&gt;barely linger&lt;br /&gt;as I grip the pen&lt;br /&gt;between my fingers&lt;br /&gt;A battlefield is created&lt;br /&gt;as the ink spreads&lt;br /&gt;like bloodshed&lt;br /&gt;and when the pen &lt;br /&gt;finally hits the paper&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m only being powered&lt;br /&gt;by the ink&apos;s vapor</description>
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  <lj:music>Tech N9ne&apos;s Now It&apos;s on</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 24 Apr 2005 04:06:06 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Prepare</title>
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  <description>For the coming of &quot;Sisohpromatem&quot;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 21 Apr 2005 22:10:23 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I could feel it&lt;br /&gt;inside of me&lt;br /&gt;an unnatural dichotomy&lt;br /&gt;it was guiding me&lt;br /&gt;and ever since&lt;br /&gt;nineteen ninety-three&lt;br /&gt;I have quietly&lt;br /&gt;become a freak of society&lt;br /&gt;and undeniably&lt;br /&gt;I came to terms with&lt;br /&gt;my suicidal tendencies&lt;br /&gt;mixing Tylenol PM with&lt;br /&gt;two pints of Hennessy&lt;br /&gt;Because when I see&lt;br /&gt;an image of me&lt;br /&gt;seeing I&apos;ve become &lt;br /&gt;my own worst enemy&lt;br /&gt;and I know&lt;br /&gt;he ain&apos;t no friend of me&lt;br /&gt;But how can it be&lt;br /&gt;I act out so dementedly&lt;br /&gt;when there&apos;s something there&lt;br /&gt;that I long to be&lt;br /&gt;even though I know&lt;br /&gt;there&apos;s something&lt;br /&gt;wrong with me.</description>
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  <lj:music>Esham&apos;s A-1 Yola</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 19 Apr 2005 04:49:21 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Hmmm</title>
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  <description>Karma is such a mystical thing that I&apos;m gonna start believing in a little more than what I used to.......</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 15 Apr 2005 15:36:44 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>DTA</title>
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  <description>DTA</description>
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  <lj:mood>pissed off</lj:mood>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 15 Apr 2005 02:29:21 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Shakespeare&apos;s Caesar</title>
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  <description>&quot;Et Tu Brute?&quot; Julius Caesar as he&apos;s getting stabbed by his best friend Brutus&lt;br /&gt;The moral of the quote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A true friend would stab you from the front</description>
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  <lj:mood>pissed off</lj:mood>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 13 Apr 2005 02:37:59 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Ka-Boom</title>
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  <description>Waking up with&lt;br /&gt;sweat on my face&lt;br /&gt;My heart starts to race&lt;br /&gt;at an irregular pace&lt;br /&gt;I feel out of place&lt;br /&gt;like aliens from outer space&lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t understand&lt;br /&gt;why these vandals&lt;br /&gt;started this scandal&lt;br /&gt;and left me manhandled&lt;br /&gt;like Hannibal the Cannibal&lt;br /&gt;chewed on my mandible&lt;br /&gt;and left me handling a candle&lt;br /&gt;in my left hand&lt;br /&gt;to battle the shadows&lt;br /&gt;of the shadow lands&lt;br /&gt;as I stand&lt;br /&gt;in this wasteland&lt;br /&gt;Next to my empty grave plot&lt;br /&gt;I was sickened by this &lt;br /&gt;place where my body&lt;br /&gt;was left to rot&lt;br /&gt;and decompose&lt;br /&gt;as I regain my composure&lt;br /&gt;I prophesize your lies&lt;br /&gt;like the End of Times&lt;br /&gt;and I metamorphosize&lt;br /&gt;right before your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Tell me who&lt;br /&gt;can calm us?&lt;br /&gt;As the prophecies&lt;br /&gt;of Nostradamus&lt;br /&gt;are finally upon us&lt;br /&gt;dropping bombs on us&lt;br /&gt;to settle all the dramas&lt;br /&gt;and sending the top notches&lt;br /&gt;into shock traumas</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 12 Apr 2005 23:14:31 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Bomb Dropping</title>
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  <description>Prepare to have your mind blown!</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 29 Mar 2005 05:28:43 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>As Promised</title>
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  <description>The time on the clock&lt;br /&gt;ticked it&apos;s last tock&lt;br /&gt;and told me to bust out&lt;br /&gt;of my grave plot&lt;br /&gt;but noone can hear me knock&lt;br /&gt;beneath the dirt and the rocks&lt;br /&gt;because the top of the box&lt;br /&gt;was sealed and tightly locked&lt;br /&gt;So I took out&lt;br /&gt;my cocked glock&lt;br /&gt;blew off the padlock&lt;br /&gt;and like the cream of the crop&lt;br /&gt;I rose to the top&lt;br /&gt;never slowing down&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ll never stop&lt;br /&gt;It seems like I&apos;m dreaming&lt;br /&gt;red eyes gleaming&lt;br /&gt;like infrared beams in&lt;br /&gt;the nethervoid regions&lt;br /&gt;There&apos;s got to be a reason&lt;br /&gt;why these legions of demons&lt;br /&gt;are behind me scheming&lt;br /&gt;having trouble breathing&lt;br /&gt;I believe in decieving&lt;br /&gt;Damn heathens unleashing&lt;br /&gt;terrifying speeches&lt;br /&gt;Preaching their teachings &lt;br /&gt;to leeches seeking the meaning&lt;br /&gt;of recieving life through thieving&lt;br /&gt;while many others die grieving.</description>
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  <lj:mood>rejuvenated</lj:mood>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 28 Mar 2005 01:14:04 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Project: Timeline will continue shortly</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 23 Mar 2005 23:04:08 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Change of Pace From Project: TIMELINE</title>
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  <description>I must take a&lt;br /&gt;moment for self reflection&lt;br /&gt;How long will it take&lt;br /&gt;before I exit this depression?&lt;br /&gt;I feel that by the&lt;br /&gt;end of this lyrical session&lt;br /&gt;I still wouldn&apos;t &lt;br /&gt;have learned my lesson&lt;br /&gt;And now it&apos;s become&lt;br /&gt;my only obsession&lt;br /&gt;So that&apos;s why I&apos;ve decided&lt;br /&gt;to load this Smith &amp; Wesson&lt;br /&gt;Put it to my head until&lt;br /&gt;My tongue starts confessing&lt;br /&gt;This damaged innocence has&lt;br /&gt;led me to keep guessing&lt;br /&gt;About the feelings&lt;br /&gt;in my head that&lt;br /&gt;always have me stressing</description>
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  <lj:music>Tech N9ne&apos;s Vintage Tech CD</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">Tech N9ne&apos;s Vintage Tech CD</media:title>
  <lj:mood>groggy</lj:mood>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 20 Mar 2005 06:32:25 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>What?</title>
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  <description>What am I here for?&lt;br /&gt;What is the point for my existence?&lt;br /&gt;Is there an answer?&lt;br /&gt;If so will someone explain.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 17 Mar 2005 20:39:23 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>The Arrival</title>
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  <description>Behind these eyes&lt;br /&gt;Locked away inside&lt;br /&gt;Beyond the confines&lt;br /&gt;Of my own mind&lt;br /&gt;Resides a man &lt;br /&gt;who never died&lt;br /&gt;I relied upon the day&lt;br /&gt;When I know &lt;br /&gt;I&apos;d be revived&lt;br /&gt;Only to be buried&lt;br /&gt;In that casket&lt;br /&gt;While I was still alive&lt;br /&gt;I was driven insane&lt;br /&gt;As I slit my wrist&lt;br /&gt;Against the grain&lt;br /&gt;Only to find&lt;br /&gt;Diluted embalming fluid&lt;br /&gt;Flowing from my veins</description>
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  <lj:mood>enthralled</lj:mood>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 16 Mar 2005 05:48:20 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>FUCK THE FUCKING WORLD</title>
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  <description>OK SO FUCK ME....MY FUCKING LIFE CAN&apos;T GET ANY FUCKING WORSE. FUCKING CAN IT? ONCE AGAIN I GET FUCKED OVER.... I&apos;M ABOUT TO GET FUCKED OVER FOR THIS CONCERT I&apos;VE LOST HOURS AT WORK BECAUSE OF TAKING A VACATION THAT NOW I CAN&apos;T FUCKING TAKE. WHY DOES EVERYTHING FUCKING BAD HAVE TO HAPPEN TO ME WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO TO PISS OFF THE GODS&apos; ABOVE.... I TRY AND BUST MY ASS AND MAKE EVERY ONE AROUND ME HAPPY AND YET IT RETURN IT&apos;S LIKE I GET A NICE BIG HELPING OF A &quot;BOWL OF THUMBTACKS WITH A SIDE OF RAZORBLADES&quot; DO I HAVE TO FUCKING BLEED FOR THE GODS&apos; ABOVE BEFORE SOMETHING GOOD CAN FUCKING HAPPEN?.... I JUST DON&apos;T UNDERSTAND WHY BAD SHIT ALWAYS HAPPENS TO ME I&apos;M A GOOD HEARTED PERSON YET I GET FUCKED OVER EVERY TIME WILL SOMEONE PLEASE FUCKING EXPLAIN WHY MY KARMA IS SOOOO FUCKING OUT OF WHACK..... YOU KNOW EVER SINCE MY SISTER DIED I&apos;VE ALWAYS SAID TO MYSELF FUCK IT I&apos;M OUT FOR ME AND ME ALONE I HAVE HELPED TOO MANY PEOPLE TO BE FUCKING HAPPY AT THE EXPENSE OF MY OWN HAPPINESS YET I CAN NEVER SEEM TO STOP CARING SO FUCKING MUCH FOR EVERYONE AROUND ME.... AM I SUCH A BAD FUCKING PERSON THAT I DESERVE TO HAVE A LIFE FULL OF SHIT HANDED TO ME? I DON&apos;T FUCKING THINK SO</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 13 Mar 2005 19:34:08 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Yet another random quote</title>
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  <description>Do you take the path you know is wrong or do you do the hard thing and take the right path when you feel better down the wrong path</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 12 Mar 2005 06:34:19 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Ressurection: The Awakening</title>
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  <description>I feel that it&lt;br /&gt;Was my time to rise&lt;br /&gt;Even though I know&lt;br /&gt;That I&apos;ve been denied&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming with closed eyes&lt;br /&gt;I survived the cyanide&lt;br /&gt;And must have been&lt;br /&gt;Carried and buried alive&lt;br /&gt;Inside the cemetery&lt;br /&gt;Where I finally died&lt;br /&gt;Armed only with the&lt;br /&gt;Rhyming dictionary&lt;br /&gt;That I keep by my side&lt;br /&gt;Now I can focus &lt;br /&gt;All of my energies&lt;br /&gt;Upon all of my enemies&lt;br /&gt;So I may live this rebirth&lt;br /&gt;In peace and serenity&lt;br /&gt;Away from these entities&lt;br /&gt;That seem to be preventing me&lt;br /&gt;From choosing my identity&lt;br /&gt;And live my life&lt;br /&gt;As it was meant to be&lt;br /&gt;The image of me&lt;br /&gt;I allow you to see&lt;br /&gt;Is no more than&lt;br /&gt;A distorted reflection&lt;br /&gt;So far from reality&lt;br /&gt;Because all of these&lt;br /&gt;Multiple personalities&lt;br /&gt;That coincide and reside&lt;br /&gt;Inside of my mind&lt;br /&gt;Collide and multiply&lt;br /&gt;By five yet remain alive&lt;br /&gt;By hiding until&lt;br /&gt;They divide nine times&lt;br /&gt;As they try and disguise&lt;br /&gt;The fear in my eyes</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 09 Mar 2005 02:22:06 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>The Loons</title>
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  <description>Consumed by the doom&lt;br /&gt;In the light of the moon&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ve grown insane from the&lt;br /&gt;Venom left inside of the wound&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside of my mind&lt;br /&gt;I can still hear The Loons&lt;br /&gt;And no matter how hard I try&lt;br /&gt;I will never resume&lt;br /&gt;Rest in my shadowy tomb&lt;br /&gt;And I can only assume&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m soon to be exhumed</description>
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