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  <pubDate>Sun, 18 May 2008 16:13:38 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Rawr</title>
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  <description>I like dinosaurs.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 12 Feb 2008 22:43:03 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&quot;Who cares? It&apos;s just a tube.&quot; -my dad, on the colon</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 11 Feb 2008 03:19:12 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>THESE PHOTOS ARE VERY CUTE I WISH IT WAS ME FEEDING THE BABY GIRAFFE I HAVE BEEN LUCKY TO HAVE FED A GIRAFFE BEFORE. I ALSO WAS ABLE TO SPECK WITH THE PEOPLE IN KENYA WHO HAVE THE GIRAFFE HOUSE THAT WOULD BE MY DREAM TO BE ABLE TO DO WHAT THEY ARE I LOVE GIRAFFES AND I HAVE MY WHOLE LIFE THEY ARE A GREAT SWEET ANIMALE AND I WOULD DO ANYTHING TO HAVE ONE AS A PET BUT THAT CAN NEVER HAPPEN BUT I CAN DREAM THAT I DO</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 16 Dec 2007 21:18:07 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>A palindrome: I Love Me, Vol. I</title>
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  <description>I adore the shape of Allee&apos;s skull.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 14 Dec 2007 05:09:26 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Elk</title>
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  <description>To forget would be both a blessing and a curse. To be rid of all the pain and horror that haunts you, would help to make those wounds disappear. But to sacrifice that was has be learned from that pain, might not be worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I freely admit that I live in the past. I find solstice in it. I cannot bare to forget things. In my eyes, it is almost sacreligious. I know first hand what it&apos;s like to forget. To look upon your family, upon people you see every day and not have any idea who they are. Once i started to remember it scared the hell out of me that i could forget, and to be honest it still does. I still have moment when my mind goes blank and i know nothing, who i am, where i am, what I&apos;m doing, its like being swept into an eternal darkness for those moment, completely lost. It&apos;s one of the more horrible and scariest things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&quot;m afraid now that I&apos;m starting to forget again. Everything is become blurred, as i suppose it does with time. But i don&apos;t really have any more reminders to help me remember. Nearly everything from home has been destroyed. Everything that i loved and cherished is gone. All the pictures are gone. All the links to my family have been broken. All i have now is what i can remember from stories, which are fading from time. My history, my past...all being slowly erased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good times have all been a single perfect lie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s been said that without a past you can have no future...is my future being erased as well?</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 13 Dec 2007 01:44:22 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I don&apos;t know about the rest of you doorknobs, but when I watch porno I watch porno to enjoy myself. Why is it, then, that so many porno editors decide that the greatest thing in the world is switching from a so, so hot chick to a hairy, nasty ass and balls? Seriously that looks like someone shaved the ass end of a fucking goat. The absolute WORST is when it happens right at the moment of orgasm - I&apos;m staring at the chick&apos;s cooter or whatever, kleenex at the ready, then BAM, the screen is filled with the devil&apos;s tetherball set and I&apos;m feeling strange about my orgasm for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of these days I&apos;m going to meet the person who thought that was a good idea, and I&apos;m going to shit in his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://photobucket.com&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i262.photobucket.com/albums/ii87/Lollerskater44/mainpage1.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 17 May 2007 21:11:53 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I&apos;m going to take a poetry class and am terrified. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There once was a person called Sam&lt;br /&gt;Who, for lunch, always had half a ham.&lt;br /&gt;As he was in great haste&lt;br /&gt;He thought not of the waste&lt;br /&gt;That unthinking young person named Sam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was an old woman whose marrow&lt;br /&gt;Had become both quite brittle and narrow&lt;br /&gt;So she filled up on milk&lt;br /&gt;And slept only on silk&lt;br /&gt;That kind soul of unfortunate marrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There once was a man from Bordeaux &lt;br /&gt;Who acquired a cast iron toe&lt;br /&gt;When we asked whose it was &lt;br /&gt;He replied “One whose flaws&lt;br /&gt;“Are the only part I’ll ever know.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a kind person from York&lt;br /&gt;Who took meals with a spoon and a fork&lt;br /&gt;When offered a knife&lt;br /&gt;He’d cry out with great strife&lt;br /&gt;That cowardly creature of Cork!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a young waif called Deanna&lt;br /&gt;Who was forc&apos;ed to eat a banana&lt;br /&gt;When they cried “Down the hatch!”&lt;br /&gt;She replied “What’s the catch?”&lt;br /&gt;A suspicious young person, Deanna.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 23 Dec 2006 06:27:29 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>It&apos;s a good thing I&apos;m leaving tomorrow, because my lightbulb just burned out.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 25 Aug 2006 04:18:17 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Yesterday I was sitting outside and a baby squirrel threw a nut at me.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 21 Jun 2006 06:25:38 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Well, well, well. Well well well well well. Well well well well well well well well well well. Well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am at home here at home. Now I think: I can&apos;t believe I drew on my walls! and: I don&apos;t even remember doing that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m pretty restless. If anyone&apos;s up for Saint Pete&apos;s or Marsh Creek, well, so am I. What a happy coincidence. So call me up and maybe we&apos;ll go there.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 23 Mar 2006 10:27:40 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Here I am. Hanging around.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 16 Feb 2006 20:19:11 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I started reading this book when I was around seven or eight. For the record, I am now thirteen and will be fourteen in a little less than two months. I absolutely fell in love with this book when I found it on a book shelf in my first grade classroom. While I am sure older readers will fail to appreciate the wonders this book has to offer, for a beginning reader like I was, it is a treasure that paints a picture in your mind of how the story plays out; never mind a lack of description or reality. Unfortunately, I never was able to finish this book, for it was stolen from my cubby hole before I was even halfway through, and I could never find it in any library so that I might finish it. However, from what I read that I can remember, it&apos;s the perfect book for the first grader in us all. And now that I have found it here, I am sure I will order it someday soon, and get re-aquainted with the first grader in me.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 21 Aug 2005 03:23:42 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Thanks (a poem)</title>
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  <description>Thanks for this and thanks for that&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the shirt and thanks for the hat</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 16 Aug 2005 01:41:30 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Hello, my name is Emma Grace Alpern and I go to Bird College. Please send suggestions to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma Grace Alpern&lt;br /&gt;Bard College MSC 608&lt;br /&gt;PO Box 5000&lt;br /&gt;Annandale-on-Hudson, NY 12504-5000</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 02 Aug 2005 21:54:44 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Emmett&apos;s life story (another poem</title>
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  <description>&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on jan 17 1990 emmett tyrus quinn moskowitz was born&lt;br /&gt; i wasnt too loud of a baby&lt;br /&gt; i was the second in my family&lt;br /&gt; mostly i jsut slept&lt;br /&gt; i was born into a fairly wealthy family, my father working in film&lt;br /&gt; so a few years passed and i enjoyed toys&lt;br /&gt; i didnt have any friends yet&lt;br /&gt; but i had my brother and my good cousin sean&lt;br /&gt; so a few years went by&lt;br /&gt; my sister was born in september 91&lt;br /&gt; i went to preschool in my local synagogue&lt;br /&gt; in phoenixville.  here i learned jewish morals and values but also basic things like the alphabet, coloring and clean up time&lt;br /&gt; i made three good friends&lt;br /&gt; Jake Walker&lt;br /&gt; Drew Good (who was actually a christian) and David Rothstein&lt;br /&gt; in the middle of preschool there was a contest for m&amp;ms&lt;br /&gt; what the next color would be&lt;br /&gt; i was very excited by it&lt;br /&gt;    the next color of course being _____&lt;br /&gt;    ?&lt;br /&gt;    EMMA&lt;br /&gt;    CMON&lt;br /&gt;    YOU KNOW IT&lt;br /&gt;  Emma:   green&lt;br /&gt;    blue&lt;br /&gt;  Emma:   oh&lt;br /&gt;    so we decided to move from our old house&lt;br /&gt;    where i spent many days looking throug Zoobooks and sucking my mums teats&lt;br /&gt;    i shared a room with my brother in our first house&lt;br /&gt;    well a new house was being built for us at 1035 davis lane chester springs pa&lt;br /&gt;    my mom directed the opperation&lt;br /&gt;    shes into that stuff&lt;br /&gt;    in the meantime we sold our houe and moved into a rental house&lt;br /&gt;    the rental house was carpeted&lt;br /&gt;    we had lots of babysitters&lt;br /&gt;    once a babysitter gave me a starburst (we really liked them) and told me not to show my bro and his friend&lt;br /&gt;    but i promptly went outside and pulled it out of my mouth and told them that it looks like a boxing glove&lt;br /&gt;    they rushed in tro collect their own starbursts&lt;br /&gt;    my babysitter was upset with me&lt;br /&gt;    during this time i began to enjoy many computer games&lt;br /&gt;    including Thinking things and some treehouse one&lt;br /&gt;    and some other educational ones&lt;br /&gt;    but my favorite was Prince of Persia&lt;br /&gt;    classic game&lt;br /&gt;    beat it again last year&lt;br /&gt;    i liked the cereal kix a lot and papa would read us Pooh stories when we were good&lt;br /&gt;    we all celebrated the jewish holidays and also the christian ones cus my mum is a gentile&lt;br /&gt;    well&lt;br /&gt;    i saw my first pg 13 movie in that house&lt;br /&gt;    i was 4&lt;br /&gt;    The Mask&lt;br /&gt;    i loved it&lt;br /&gt;    we then moved into the new house&lt;br /&gt;    i remember my brother and i were in the car with my grandmother within the first week we moved in and we were trying to tell her where to go&lt;br /&gt;    we got terribly lost&lt;br /&gt;    finally we made it though&lt;br /&gt;    this grandmother dresses in black always and wears tinted glasses and has an apartment with lots of modern art&lt;br /&gt;    shes that type of grandma&lt;br /&gt;    shes a jew too&lt;br /&gt;    we call her mumsy&lt;br /&gt;    her husband pop pop&lt;br /&gt;    when i was little&lt;br /&gt;    at this point&lt;br /&gt;    i was about 4&lt;br /&gt;    i was most scared of dogs and clowns&lt;br /&gt;    our parents would take each one of us on a &quot;special day&quot; once in a while where they basically took us around and let us have a fun time&lt;br /&gt;    once my mum took me to ribbits&lt;br /&gt;    you might remember it&lt;br /&gt;    maybe you are too young&lt;br /&gt;    i dont know&lt;br /&gt;    well anyway there was a clown there who came around to our table&lt;br /&gt;    as i was eating my sunday&lt;br /&gt;    and i jumped onto the table ran across and cimbed onto my mommy in tears&lt;br /&gt;    and then the clown went away and my mom had to feed me likea beb&lt;br /&gt;    e&lt;br /&gt;    WELL&lt;br /&gt;    i went to circuses a lot&lt;br /&gt;    i liked the band Trout Fishing in America&lt;br /&gt;    they were kind of like childrens folk&lt;br /&gt;    i saw her at waterloo gardens once&lt;br /&gt;    at this kids corner concert or something&lt;br /&gt;    we used to go there a lot with my other granny&lt;br /&gt;    i liked that place&lt;br /&gt;    sooooo&lt;br /&gt;    we were just moving into my new house&lt;br /&gt;    and nothing too significant happened&lt;br /&gt;    i used to swing on the vine hanging from a tree in my front yard a lot with my brother&lt;br /&gt;    once we cut it down though&lt;br /&gt;    i went through preschool&lt;br /&gt;    friends remaining&lt;br /&gt;    i then went to kinderkinder&lt;br /&gt;    at Vincent Elementary&lt;br /&gt;    big school&lt;br /&gt;    this is where i met mike horwitz&lt;br /&gt;    we became best pals&lt;br /&gt;    we would play almost everyday afterschool&lt;br /&gt;    i also met some others&lt;br /&gt;    like dan rosato&lt;br /&gt;    whoo i still know&lt;br /&gt;    oh and i couldnt forget boomer&lt;br /&gt;    though he moved by first grade&lt;br /&gt;    once i went to his birthday party&lt;br /&gt;    i played the aladin video game on super nintendo&lt;br /&gt;    kinergarden was a breeze and fun too&lt;br /&gt;    i stayed after my am class three days a week for the YMCA program&lt;br /&gt;    a women named Debra was the main person there&lt;br /&gt;    once i told her that the penguins suck&lt;br /&gt;    and she spit her lunch right out laughin&lt;br /&gt;    cause i said suck&lt;br /&gt;    and i was in kinderman&lt;br /&gt;  Emma:   kinderman&lt;br /&gt;    i was THE kinderman&lt;br /&gt;    my teacher loved me&lt;br /&gt;    Miss Rustad&lt;br /&gt;    (now Mrs Sensenee or some shit)&lt;br /&gt;    she still prides me as being one of her greatest students&lt;br /&gt;    she still remembers me&lt;br /&gt;    i had learned to count to 100 by this time&lt;br /&gt;    i could read lots of 3 letter words too&lt;br /&gt;    in first grade i was reading all the dr suess stuff&lt;br /&gt;    it was in first grade where i met some boys Erich Miskewics, Randy Miller, Sean Calkin&lt;br /&gt;    (at this time i was still goin to hebrew school every sunday so i still saw those guys too)&lt;br /&gt;    except of course drew&lt;br /&gt;    who wasnt a jew&lt;br /&gt;    but we still saw each other every now and then&lt;br /&gt;    i had an awful teacher in first&lt;br /&gt;    mrs hartert&lt;br /&gt;    wow she was awful&lt;br /&gt;    and i picked my nose a loyt&lt;br /&gt;    i wrote a book about aliens coming to earth&lt;br /&gt;    and then a guy saving the world&lt;br /&gt;    it was like 10 pages long&lt;br /&gt;    i tried to be serious about it too&lt;br /&gt;    i was in 1st grade&lt;br /&gt;    yeah&lt;br /&gt;    2nd grade we had the same teacher&lt;br /&gt;    by this time i was becoming best friends with Sean Calkin&lt;br /&gt;    still chiln with mike but we didnt have the same teacher so not as much&lt;br /&gt;    we were on the bus together&lt;br /&gt;    i named my bookbag Scruff&lt;br /&gt;    his was Rover&lt;br /&gt;    they got in fights a lot&lt;br /&gt;    i was getting really into computer games by this time&lt;br /&gt;    i loved Command and Conquer&lt;br /&gt;    Eradicator3Myth&lt;br /&gt;    Age of Empires&lt;br /&gt;    i did spice girls impresssions for people&lt;br /&gt;    they laughed&lt;br /&gt;    i liked rage against the machine though&lt;br /&gt;    so did my student teacher&lt;br /&gt;    so i had a crush on her&lt;br /&gt;    i also loooved legos&lt;br /&gt;    i started spending all my time with legos&lt;br /&gt;    and sean&lt;br /&gt;    we would built so much lego stuff&lt;br /&gt;    yeah&lt;br /&gt;    my brother always destroyed the stuff though&lt;br /&gt;    he was a mean fucker&lt;br /&gt;    in the summers we would go to stone harbor with my grandparents and their family&lt;br /&gt;    (mums)&lt;br /&gt;    i liked the beach&lt;br /&gt;    i dont like it anymore&lt;br /&gt;    but i really liked it&lt;br /&gt;    i liked nickolodean too&lt;br /&gt;    mtv&lt;br /&gt;    i also watched a lot of&lt;br /&gt;    3rd grade was crazy cuz i had to go to hebrew school on wednesdays too&lt;br /&gt;    well i went to toronto&lt;br /&gt;    before third&lt;br /&gt;    i liekd it&lt;br /&gt;    that summer i also got in a  ROW with sean&lt;br /&gt;    we stopped talking&lt;br /&gt;    it was over something stupid&lt;br /&gt;    we made up in third grade since mike was in our class and they had made friends&lt;br /&gt;    so we all hung out together at recess and all that&lt;br /&gt;    for third grade we had mrs LERCH&lt;br /&gt;    i liked her&lt;br /&gt;    we started getting REAL homework&lt;br /&gt;    that was due THE NEXT DAY&lt;br /&gt;    in third grade i also met kevin and jerry&lt;br /&gt;    kevin was my friend on and off really&lt;br /&gt;    he becomes more important later in the story&lt;br /&gt;    jerry and i became pretty good friends&lt;br /&gt;    stopped tlakikng to drew really&lt;br /&gt;    quite sad&lt;br /&gt;    i saw him at the science fair the next year though&lt;br /&gt;    thord grade was fun though&lt;br /&gt;    i mean&lt;br /&gt;    we had show and tell&lt;br /&gt;    poeple liked to show their furbies&lt;br /&gt;    i never had one though&lt;br /&gt;  Emma:   me either&lt;br /&gt;  Emma:   Ihad a tamagatchi&lt;br /&gt;  Emma:   but it was a ripoff one&lt;br /&gt;    dint have one of those either&lt;br /&gt;    or a yoyo&lt;br /&gt;    or pokemon cards&lt;br /&gt;    or any of that&lt;br /&gt;    never got into fad toys&lt;br /&gt;    in my school they were hugeee&lt;br /&gt;    and thats where i am noe&lt;br /&gt;    3rd grade&lt;br /&gt;    JUST KIDDING IM IN 5TH&lt;br /&gt;    so anywayyy&lt;br /&gt;    my family decided theyd build a pool in our backyard&lt;br /&gt;    those fuckers&lt;br /&gt;    i really liked to swim though&lt;br /&gt;    in 4th grade ol pooly opened&lt;br /&gt;    my friends liked to swimin my pool&lt;br /&gt;    so 4th grade is kind of a blur&lt;br /&gt;    oh right&lt;br /&gt;    i had mrs boegly&lt;br /&gt;    and the sumemr before that i began going to campo in vermont&lt;br /&gt;    which was a life changing experience&lt;br /&gt;    i made a good friend Scott&lt;br /&gt;    and i went for 5 years&lt;br /&gt;    ok&lt;br /&gt;    well&lt;br /&gt;    at frist camp was like UGH THIS SUCKS&lt;br /&gt;    and then by the s\econd week&lt;br /&gt;    you are so into it&lt;br /&gt;    and you become friends with the staff&lt;br /&gt;    oh my first year though&lt;br /&gt;    they had these showers where erveryone was in like one big shower&lt;br /&gt;    instead of seperate ones&lt;br /&gt;    and that was NOT cool&lt;br /&gt;    man&lt;br /&gt;    man o man&lt;br /&gt;    and there was this really fat pale kid form ohio named Tommy Vale&lt;br /&gt;    he was so stupid&lt;br /&gt;    he was also really rich&lt;br /&gt;    and he somehow manipulated everyone to be his friend&lt;br /&gt;    except me and scott&lt;br /&gt;    (my itunes always plays fucing of montreal and i dont even fucking likethem it thinks they are my favorite band or something)&lt;br /&gt;    so tommy would host concerts in his tent&lt;br /&gt;    inviting everyone but me and scott&lt;br /&gt;    he had a really high pitched voice&lt;br /&gt;    pokemon cards started here and in school the next year things heated up&lt;br /&gt;    i never bought a pack&lt;br /&gt;    but everyone had em&lt;br /&gt;    this was not a great year&lt;br /&gt;    bad teacher&lt;br /&gt;    not a lot of friends in calsses&lt;br /&gt;    though i met andrew piskai&lt;br /&gt;    who became a good freinds&lt;br /&gt;    we would draw on magazines together in calss&lt;br /&gt;    that summer nothing significant happened second year at camp yadayaddayaddasaf&lt;br /&gt;    5th grade was best year of all time&lt;br /&gt;    i had andrew and jerry and sean and mike all in my class&lt;br /&gt;    god my gym teacher hated me&lt;br /&gt;    that year for field day he chose everyone except for the kids he ahted as helpers&lt;br /&gt;    but we had a great teacher Mrs Stewart hall&lt;br /&gt;    HAll&lt;br /&gt;    Hall&lt;br /&gt;    in calss we would spend like alll our time making powerpoints or playing dredel or table hockey&lt;br /&gt;    or something&lt;br /&gt;    it was very lax&lt;br /&gt;    i had a crush on cydney fox&lt;br /&gt;    in addition to abby skolitz&lt;br /&gt;    last year mike and i left a creepy question in the ask abby question of her website&lt;br /&gt;    it was about 4 pages long&lt;br /&gt;  Emma:   aboutwhat?&lt;br /&gt;    and we insulted just about everyone we knew&lt;br /&gt;    about how emo sucks&lt;br /&gt;    or something&lt;br /&gt;    and she shoudl listen to pure metal&lt;br /&gt;    or something&lt;br /&gt;    but we did it in the form of an aim chat room&lt;br /&gt;    whcich we made up the whole thing&lt;br /&gt;    and we made it all peopel we know&lt;br /&gt;    and gave them stereotypical personalities&lt;br /&gt;    that was aobut half&lt;br /&gt;    and then it just went into craziness and at the end it asked if she could figur out who it was&lt;br /&gt;    if she did she gets a free icecream&lt;br /&gt;    it was funny&lt;br /&gt;    she was really freaked out&lt;br /&gt;    finally we told her it was us&lt;br /&gt;    well in 5th grade i stabbed my brother in the leg with a pencil&lt;br /&gt;    the graphite got lodged into hi\s leg and he had to go to the hospital&lt;br /&gt;    the only time i was ever grounded&lt;br /&gt;    i was mad&lt;br /&gt;    we got in a lot of fights back then&lt;br /&gt;    sean was on our bus that year&lt;br /&gt;    which was a wlecome addition to the crew of me and mike&lt;br /&gt;    his parents got divorced&lt;br /&gt;    he hated his dad&lt;br /&gt;    his dads british&lt;br /&gt;    i dont think they ever talk anymore&lt;br /&gt;    weird&lt;br /&gt;    we went to london in 5th grade&lt;br /&gt;    i liekd it&lt;br /&gt;    it was all touchy when i left 5th grade&lt;br /&gt;    they tried to make it some big graduation shit&lt;br /&gt;    but i had no idea of all the corruption that lay ahead of me&lt;br /&gt;    all the choices and mistakes id make&lt;br /&gt;    its a shitty world&lt;br /&gt;    and im just a shitty guy&lt;br /&gt;    ok&lt;br /&gt;    so newae&lt;br /&gt;    over that next summer we got a dog&lt;br /&gt;    his name was beanie&lt;br /&gt;    hes a beagle&lt;br /&gt;    he was 4 when we adopted him&lt;br /&gt;    in 5th grade i showed my drawings off to everyone&lt;br /&gt;    i mean 6th&lt;br /&gt;    i really liked girls&lt;br /&gt;    and was sad cus it was confusiong u no&lt;br /&gt;    i had my first orgasm&lt;br /&gt;    it was weird&lt;br /&gt;    i didnt knoww hat it was&lt;br /&gt;    it hurt&lt;br /&gt;    um&lt;br /&gt;    i got a radio thing&lt;br /&gt;    a stero type system&lt;br /&gt;    a smallish one&lt;br /&gt;    i listened to y100  a lot&lt;br /&gt;  Emma:   it hurt?!&lt;br /&gt;    yes&lt;br /&gt;  Emma:   why?&lt;br /&gt;    cause it was the first time i didnt get the feeling yet&lt;br /&gt;    it was new&lt;br /&gt;    and painful to me&lt;br /&gt;    i had to get used to it&lt;br /&gt;    but it was intriguing&lt;br /&gt;    well i got a chinchilla in january for my brithday&lt;br /&gt;    i named him disco&lt;br /&gt;    i didnt have friends in my calsses which sucked&lt;br /&gt;    but i made some neew ones&lt;br /&gt;    Kyle Simmons&lt;br /&gt;    Nick Reinhart&lt;br /&gt;    they both liked to draw and comics like me&lt;br /&gt;    (i was getting really into comics)&lt;br /&gt;    well 6th grade was all in all ok i guess&lt;br /&gt;    it was a confusing year&lt;br /&gt;    we had to school in a church across from ojr&lt;br /&gt;    they didnt have room for me&lt;br /&gt;    over that summer&lt;br /&gt;    shit happened&lt;br /&gt;    mike had a birthday party&lt;br /&gt;    i went to it&lt;br /&gt;    here i met a boy named elliot wilson&lt;br /&gt;    and it all began&lt;br /&gt;    like a bomb exploding&lt;br /&gt;    we immediately connected&lt;br /&gt;    even though i thought id hate him&lt;br /&gt;    we both liked pretty gay stuff&lt;br /&gt;    elliot gelled his hair up and made stupid sexual jokes&lt;br /&gt;    we talked about the singer of drowning pool dying&lt;br /&gt;    sean started to love elliot so we became a kind of little group&lt;br /&gt;    but sean went too far&lt;br /&gt;    he became really annoying with his elliotness&lt;br /&gt;    that year we all sat together at the same table&lt;br /&gt;    Nick kept lying to impress us though&lt;br /&gt;    so we eventually kicked him out&lt;br /&gt;    we invited kyle to the table in the beginning though&lt;br /&gt;    he was a hit&lt;br /&gt;    oh he was a HIT&lt;br /&gt;    he became everyones new best friend&lt;br /&gt;    everyone thought they trusted him&lt;br /&gt;    and why wouldnt they he was a nice kid&lt;br /&gt;    creative too&lt;br /&gt;    he was basically my new best friend&lt;br /&gt;    though we didnt do much out of school&lt;br /&gt;    we loved system of a down together&lt;br /&gt;    he moved away&lt;br /&gt;    but well get to what happened to him later&lt;br /&gt;    but nyway&lt;br /&gt;    i grew my hair real long&lt;br /&gt;    so did mike&lt;br /&gt;    and then kyle began&lt;br /&gt;    and i was kind of a funnyguy&lt;br /&gt;    a clowner&lt;br /&gt;    and i guess my jokes went too far with kyle&lt;br /&gt;    and we got in a series of fights toward the end of that year&lt;br /&gt;    end he kept going out with new giurls&lt;br /&gt;    and elliot and i were getting pretty tight&lt;br /&gt;    i got really into radiohead&lt;br /&gt;    blur&lt;br /&gt;    queens of the stoneage&lt;br /&gt;    kyle like radiohead too&lt;br /&gt;    oh i found htis site&lt;br /&gt;    called ledheavy.com&lt;br /&gt;    i was still really into comics&lt;br /&gt;    more than ever&lt;br /&gt;    this guy&lt;br /&gt;    artist&lt;br /&gt;    Skottie Young&lt;br /&gt;    i thought he was like IT&lt;br /&gt;    so i started posting on the forum a whole bunch and so all my friends started&lt;br /&gt;    and then some&lt;br /&gt;    and then irealized that skottie sucks at art and everyone there has bad taste&lt;br /&gt;    and so i stopped posting&lt;br /&gt;    nick still posts there to this day&lt;br /&gt;    elliot does too&lt;br /&gt;    but as a joke&lt;br /&gt;    well by the end of that year my friendship with kyle was pretty much over&lt;br /&gt;    it was good run&lt;br /&gt;    he became the biggest asshole id ever met&lt;br /&gt;    i dont know what happened&lt;br /&gt;    he was so nice&lt;br /&gt;    but as he grew his hair longer&lt;br /&gt;    got better at guitar&lt;br /&gt;    he was just&lt;br /&gt;    ugh&lt;br /&gt;    so sean moves&lt;br /&gt;    .&lt;br /&gt;    its pretty tragic&lt;br /&gt;    he was a good friend&lt;br /&gt;    elliot and i are still friends with him&lt;br /&gt;    we hang out everyonce in a  while&lt;br /&gt;    i like him a lot&lt;br /&gt;    he has a great family too&lt;br /&gt;    he catn type for shit though&lt;br /&gt;    look at his hebronix posts&lt;br /&gt;    at the end of 7th i had my barmitzvah&lt;br /&gt;    which was big&lt;br /&gt;    cause i got lots of money&lt;br /&gt;    yeah&lt;br /&gt;    i went to camp for the last imte&lt;br /&gt;    got really into the flaming lips and beck&lt;br /&gt;    which led me to neutral milk hotel&lt;br /&gt;    wilco&lt;br /&gt;    elf power&lt;br /&gt;    elephant 6 shit&lt;br /&gt;    of montreal&lt;br /&gt;    i loved it&lt;br /&gt;    cutesy pop shit&lt;br /&gt;    eventually i rtealized im a faggot&lt;br /&gt;    and i led myself to better music&lt;br /&gt;    and here i am today&lt;br /&gt;    i got really obsessed with music&lt;br /&gt;    yeah&lt;br /&gt;    i read like every music site on the inrternet&lt;br /&gt;    still do&lt;br /&gt;    i read  &lt;br /&gt;    www.metacritic.com&lt;br /&gt;    www.pitchforkmedia.com&lt;br /&gt;    www.allmusic.com&lt;br /&gt;    www.stylusmagazine.com&lt;br /&gt;    www.tinymixtapes.com&lt;br /&gt;    www.popmatters.com&lt;br /&gt;    everyday&lt;br /&gt;      -\&lt;br /&gt;    i dont know if you knew how much i read about rock music&lt;br /&gt;      -\&lt;br /&gt;    and i belong to like 3 music forums&lt;br /&gt;    that i frequent&lt;br /&gt;      -\&lt;br /&gt;  Emma:   lifestory &lt;br /&gt;    ok&lt;br /&gt;    ok&lt;br /&gt;    so&lt;br /&gt;    right as 8th stats up&lt;br /&gt;    elliot and i are practically becoming lovers&lt;br /&gt;    feeding off of each other&lt;br /&gt;    inspiring each other&lt;br /&gt;    we were buddycops&lt;br /&gt;    still are&lt;br /&gt;    we got an idea&lt;br /&gt;    HEBRONIX.com&lt;br /&gt;    our first design was crap&lt;br /&gt;    do you know where the name came from?&lt;br /&gt;  Emma:   like ebonics&lt;br /&gt;  Emma:   but for hebrews&lt;br /&gt;    yeah&lt;br /&gt;    did i tell you?&lt;br /&gt;  Emma:   no&lt;br /&gt;    or is it obvous?&lt;br /&gt;  Emma:   I&apos;m a genius&lt;br /&gt;    oh&lt;br /&gt;    okle&lt;br /&gt;    oh right&lt;br /&gt;    rachel&lt;br /&gt;    i forgot about her&lt;br /&gt;    back in time&lt;br /&gt;    to 7th grade&lt;br /&gt;    rachel is this girl who comes up to our table each day&lt;br /&gt;    and says to sean &quot;becky wants to tlak to you&quot;&lt;br /&gt;    cause they were like d8ing&lt;br /&gt;    beckys first kiss&lt;br /&gt;    aw i wish i still knew becky&lt;br /&gt;    then&lt;br /&gt;    rachel had this big crush on ELmarr&lt;br /&gt;    and elliot told her that i am the only one understands him&lt;br /&gt;    so she began talking to me&lt;br /&gt;    shes like &quot;what does he mean by that&quot;&lt;br /&gt;    so then we started to talk online a howle lot&lt;br /&gt;    i introduced her to lots of music&lt;br /&gt;    and shit&lt;br /&gt;    then she went to upatinASS&lt;br /&gt;    .&lt;br /&gt;    so hebronix&lt;br /&gt;    hebronass&lt;br /&gt;    well we had this concept to show off our art and \design and shit&lt;br /&gt;    and we started to get good&lt;br /&gt;    and we got to do other poepels sites&lt;br /&gt;    we have no motivation anymore&lt;br /&gt;    so we do no webshit anymore&lt;br /&gt;    though we are gonna pull ourslves together ands tart again soon&lt;br /&gt;    we have to&lt;br /&gt;    i started to take japanese&lt;br /&gt;    cause i thought it would be interesting&lt;br /&gt;    i was right&lt;br /&gt;    i went to spain during thanksgiving with mumsy&lt;br /&gt;    mike was a pimp by this time&lt;br /&gt;    he got all the chicks&lt;br /&gt;    still does&lt;br /&gt;    but 8th grade was basically the elliot and emmet go solo year&lt;br /&gt;    we didnt do much chillin with much others&lt;br /&gt;    it was nice&lt;br /&gt;    but we both felt like such outcasts&lt;br /&gt;    or something&lt;br /&gt;    and secretly pined for something new and awesome&lt;br /&gt;    well&lt;br /&gt;    8th grade passed&lt;br /&gt;    i dont remember it too well to be honest&lt;br /&gt;    it was all a druggy haze really&lt;br /&gt;    lol&lt;br /&gt;    elliot and i doin our thing really&lt;br /&gt;    kevin was becoming a better friend&lt;br /&gt;    i was slowly driftin away from jerry&lt;br /&gt;    and andrew&lt;br /&gt;    and randy&lt;br /&gt;    mike even a little&lt;br /&gt;    oh right&lt;br /&gt;    i met you&lt;br /&gt;    at an sfa gig&lt;br /&gt;    in 8th&lt;br /&gt;    i shook yer hand&lt;br /&gt;    i tihnk you were wearing green&lt;br /&gt;    im not positive though&lt;br /&gt;  Emma:   yeah&lt;br /&gt;  Emma:   I had a green sweatshirt&lt;br /&gt;    i knew it&lt;br /&gt;    heh&lt;br /&gt;    heh&lt;br /&gt;    he&lt;br /&gt;    h&lt;br /&gt;    well soon i got rellay annoyed with rachel&lt;br /&gt;    and i excommunicated her from my life&lt;br /&gt;    in 9th grade shit happened&lt;br /&gt;    i got big&lt;br /&gt;    BIG&lt;br /&gt;    everyone loved me&lt;br /&gt;    and invited me to their parties&lt;br /&gt;    while elliot got pretty small&lt;br /&gt;    we didnt see each other ever really&lt;br /&gt;    but we stil hung out&lt;br /&gt;    then becky happened&lt;br /&gt;    some girl&lt;br /&gt;    who allth e boys mysteriously like&lt;br /&gt;    she likes emo music&lt;br /&gt;    and gets all As&lt;br /&gt;    in school&lt;br /&gt;    one day she was like &quot;emmetts mean to me&quot;&lt;br /&gt;    so i imed her&lt;br /&gt;    i asked her why she says that&lt;br /&gt;    she gave me some shitass reaason but i accepted it&lt;br /&gt;    she said i act like im cooler than everyone else&lt;br /&gt;    or come across that way&lt;br /&gt;    i apologized&lt;br /&gt;    apparently a lot of peoel see that way&lt;br /&gt;    well she kept tlaking to me&lt;br /&gt;    and we became pretty good friends&lt;br /&gt;    then i went o france&lt;br /&gt;    and i listened to ride a lot&lt;br /&gt;    and sufjan stevens&lt;br /&gt;    and neil young&lt;br /&gt;    in france i figueed out why uncle Art isnt part of the family anymore&lt;br /&gt;    its because hes a sex addict and he kept putting all the money into pornography sites&lt;br /&gt;    he was pretty sick it turned out&lt;br /&gt;    he was a nice guy though&lt;br /&gt;    began getting less into comic bboks&lt;br /&gt;    mike became less a part of my life&lt;br /&gt;    flirted with sarah a bunch at Alex Maugle&apos;s party&lt;br /&gt;    then i realized becky liked me&lt;br /&gt;    and i liekd her back&lt;br /&gt;    nothing worked out between us&lt;br /&gt;    stopped tlaking&lt;br /&gt;    even though we wanted to reamin friends&lt;br /&gt;    started hanging out with sarah&lt;br /&gt;    didnt like her though&lt;br /&gt;    then one time i kind of cuddled with her on the couch&lt;br /&gt;    awww&lt;br /&gt;    i remember that&lt;br /&gt;    aww&lt;br /&gt;    wa&lt;br /&gt;  Emma:   awww gross&lt;br /&gt;    for all the bad shit sarah ended up to be&lt;br /&gt;    thats such a nice memory&lt;br /&gt;    sorry&lt;br /&gt;    so&lt;br /&gt;    yeah&lt;br /&gt;    all that sarah stuff happened&lt;br /&gt;    she want who i thought she was&lt;br /&gt;    yet couldnt really detach myself from her&lt;br /&gt;    hebronix went down&lt;br /&gt;    we didnt put it back up&lt;br /&gt;    cause we are lazy&lt;br /&gt;    rachel and i became really good friends&lt;br /&gt;    mike dated kay&lt;br /&gt;    i began ignoring elliot&lt;br /&gt;    elliot went into depression&lt;br /&gt;  Emma:   why&apos;d you ignore him?&lt;br /&gt;    i got rid of sarah&lt;br /&gt;    too occupied with sdarah relaly&lt;br /&gt;    i mean we just didnt talk as much&lt;br /&gt;    or hang out as much&lt;br /&gt;    and well&lt;br /&gt;    elliot and i got close again&lt;br /&gt;    became friends with natalie&lt;br /&gt;    made out with her&lt;br /&gt;    um&lt;br /&gt;    went to japan&lt;br /&gt;    sumemrtime&lt;br /&gt;    here i am&lt;br /&gt;    hello&lt;br /&gt;  Emma:   hi&lt;br /&gt;    was that good enough?&lt;br /&gt;  Emma:   yes&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <description>Dear Everyone in the World&lt;br /&gt;a poem by Emma Alpurn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leaving in one week&lt;br /&gt;lost my telephone&lt;br /&gt;I would like to see you&lt;br /&gt;unless I wouldn&apos;t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c 2005</description>
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  <description>&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y27/holycrump/mom1.bmp&quot; alt=&quot;title or description&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y27/holycrump/mom2.bmp&quot; alt=&quot;title or description&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y27/holycrump/mom3.bmp&quot; alt=&quot;title or description&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y27/holycrump/mom4.bmp&quot; alt=&quot;title or description&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y27/holycrump/mom5.bmp&quot; alt=&quot;title or description&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y27/holycrump/mom6.bmp&quot; alt=&quot;title or description&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y27/holycrump/mom7.bmp&quot; alt=&quot;title or description&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y27/holycrump/mom8.bmp&quot; alt=&quot;title or description&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y27/holycrump/mom9.bmp&quot; alt=&quot;title or description&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y27/holycrump/mom10.bmp&quot; alt=&quot;title or description&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y27/holycrump/mom11.bmp&quot; alt=&quot;title or description&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <lj:music>stupid evor after</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">stupid evor after</media:title>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 06 Jul 2005 01:15:26 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Does anybody have Upattinas-related pictures that they could give me? I&apos;m making a photo album.</description>
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  <lj:mood>lovebug</lj:mood>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 05 May 2005 03:41:31 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>(camera noise)</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 06 Apr 2005 01:52:35 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Free Rice</title>
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  <description>Free rice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.riceweb.org/Ricexsec.gif&quot; alt=&quot;free rice&quot; /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.botanical.com/botanical/mgmh/r/rice--15-l.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;more free rice&quot; /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://linuxart.com/dir/stuff/photos/misc/rice.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;beautiful free rice&quot; /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.collienet.com/picsfeb04/skinners%20graphic%201.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;rice made from collies&quot; /&gt;</description>
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  <lj:mood>intimidated</lj:mood>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 27 Mar 2005 19:27:19 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>That has a nice rhythm.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 19 Mar 2005 22:40:20 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>The Jackson Five were in my dream last night!</description>
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  <lj:music>The Jackson Five- Blame it on the Boogie</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">The Jackson Five- Blame it on the Boogie</media:title>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 11 Mar 2005 03:29:06 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Today was an in-service day at L. Middle School. Molly woke up at 10:30 after falling asleep the night before around six pm. She and her friend Amanda went to the E. Mall. They shopped at H&amp;M and Banana Republic, among other stores. She went home briefly before going back to E. to take a dance class at BMD Performing Studio. She came home approximately two hours later and heated a serving of spaghetti and meatballs that was provided by her friend, Jackie. Molly accidentally rested a purse that she had bought only hours before on the spaghetti sauce, and spent some time washing the purse in her sink. Molly then went upstairs to do homework on her computer. She plans to go to bed before midnight.</description>
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  <lj:mood>jealous</lj:mood>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 14 Feb 2005 17:53:08 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.moderntales.com/fancyfroglin/americanelf05/02-13-05-jio23.gif&quot; alt=&quot;apple scruffs&quot; /&gt;</description>
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  <lj:mood>glad</lj:mood>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 23 Jan 2005 23:23:22 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I have a few things to say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twinkle, twinkle, little bat&lt;br /&gt;How I wonder where you&apos;re at!&lt;br /&gt;Up above the world so high&lt;br /&gt;Like a tea tray in the sky...&lt;br /&gt;Twinkle, twinkle, little bat&lt;br /&gt;How I wonder where you&apos;re at. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;&amp;gt;</description>
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