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  <title>hello, world0x0666!</title>
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  <description>&amp;nbsp;blah&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;im an arrogant pus bag dying the same rate as everyone besides.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im happy though in my minimalism, and im successfully maximal in my discretion, i decided a long ago that&amp;nbsp;i was born to confuse you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news. i make a ton of money now and am always in search of LSD, have a new spawnling on the way and quite happily insane today.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been a while for methamphetamine as discussed with grahame today, perhaps im driven to survive at times for it i could assume it&apos;s a dream or deluded, but perhaps many fawn at the ugliness they presume when i find calm.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 09 Sep 2007 06:11:11 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>that&amp;nbsp; which consumes me consumes me until i can not breathe but blood.&lt;br /&gt;ive seen it. i&apos;ve watched it kill.&lt;br /&gt;now it kills me.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 09 Sep 2007 06:06:20 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>...accompli</title>
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  <description>who&amp;nbsp;knows the answers who asked the question&lt;br /&gt;what is there left to say have you told the ones you love that it is so?&lt;br /&gt;are you absurd are you confused is the question&amp;nbsp;a life answers?&lt;br /&gt;is this a life that questions the unanswered are you timid are you brash?&lt;br /&gt;are you&amp;nbsp;devoured are&amp;nbsp;you consumed is there that much left that you value i?t&lt;br /&gt;arrogantly do you think you shape all things because all things shape you?&lt;br /&gt;where&amp;nbsp;will you go....when knowone wants to hear you&amp;nbsp;cry?&lt;br /&gt;when noone wants&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;see you die?&lt;br /&gt;because you were&amp;nbsp;so fucking indestructible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where were you when i believed where were you when i believed?&lt;br /&gt;who were you before i died did you live did you cry are you&amp;nbsp;sure are you are anything do you know i could&amp;nbsp;believe faith questions less do you know im scared insighed is this the facet things amany shaped this thing arguments erased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is this you or me that dies inside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 09 Sep 2007 05:24:06 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>taste me, am i bitter</title>
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  <description>&lt;blockquote style=&quot;PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 15px; MARGIN-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: #000040 2px solid; MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px&quot;&gt;even seas the kettle boiling black derision seems another day fallen in between that a day works us a life i contused feeling collapsing the world a million dreams felt distant of all the dreams the perversion steams a new boiling mixture obtuse deserved streams of logic convoluted obssessed conspiracy received another lie redesigned confined lie fixture undefined reality fix it for me i thought it otherwise decried vision vanquished sequence defining everlasting obsequessence refined described ever lasting ever painting shame i fall before ever day today the next rise another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey reddelicious. im so sorry. here. you can read this.&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 09 Sep 2007 05:17:17 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;fixture the peace facet barrage the reason puppetry who controls the things&lt;br /&gt;who&apos;s pulling the fucking strings?&lt;br /&gt;if&amp;nbsp; you thought you&amp;nbsp; controlled it all along.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;who told you so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it doesnt matter who the fuck you are&lt;br /&gt;it is all about who the fuck you owe.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you define? is it enough to fucking define you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you have to ask the questions what do you fear, enough to talk to yourself?&lt;br /&gt;are you afraid. are you afraid of me? or were you afraid of the me you feared in yourself. i could give a fuck less.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;when you&apos;re empty you are full of nothing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;i am the god. of null. i am deus null, deus sacrisage. deus null. the god of fucking nothing.&lt;br /&gt;i look to tomorrow. see yesterday. and i fucking break it. i bend it to my will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 09 Sep 2007 05:10:52 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>did i disappoint you. did i let you down.</title>
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  <description>son. did i stand upon the shore and watch you drown.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;son.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 09 Sep 2007 05:06:24 GMT</pubDate>
  <title> that dark inside me.</title>
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  <description>how old was your father when he was first found with that which killed him because of me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;that cancer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the oncologoical emotional destruction of reason in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how old was he?&lt;br /&gt;how old was he when he died?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont have much longer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do the math for me abstract the subtraction before i die.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;compute the polluted hope that is left. the time we accrue is our blame for which to that we&apos;ve belonged.</description>
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