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    <title>viciousdemon @ 2004-10-17T20:46:00</title>
    <published>2004-10-18T00:47:20Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I think I found happiness, hope itll never end</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:viciousdemon:6482</id>
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    <title>viciousdemon @ 2004-09-19T10:03:00</title>
    <published>2004-09-19T14:09:07Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-19T14:09:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well ok why not lets update this fucker.....although there aint much to update. My life revolves around school, work, and other illegal activities, good life aint it :) I gat work today, tomorrow, thursday and saturday, it blows massivly. But w/e i gets the $$$$$$$$ and thats all that matters to me. Come visit me at homegoods today, ill be there till fuckin 7-7:30.</content>
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    <title>viciousdemon @ 2004-08-19T15:04:00</title>
    <published>2004-08-19T19:05:01Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-19T19:05:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i hate hospitals now, i never wanna be in one ever again...if i get shot dont expect to find me &lt;br /&gt;in a damn ER room.</content>
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    <title>viciousdemon @ 2004-08-15T20:39:00</title>
    <published>2004-08-16T00:39:52Z</published>
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    <content type="html">decided no more drinking....</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:viciousdemon:5790</id>
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    <title>viciousdemon @ 2004-08-14T02:45:00</title>
    <published>2004-08-14T06:48:56Z</published>
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    <content type="html">fuck life fuck love fuck everything people stand for, idc anymore. i hope i die by 30 just so i dont have to go through so much fuckin bullshit, let everyone burn in hell.............o yea i know you all dont read this so w/e awesone you dont know how i feel, nor do i care........fuck everyone, ill see you in hell, mostly cause ill be the on roastin your asses ove th fuckin fire pit, so that satn can devor your sorry asses...........DIE ALL OF YOU</content>
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    <title>viciousdemon @ 2004-08-03T22:01:00</title>
    <published>2004-08-04T02:01:51Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-04T02:01:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Twenty-six things a perfect guy would do,&lt;br /&gt;and other propaganda disseminated by misguided women. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone recently sent me an email titled 26 things a perfect guy would do. I thought "hmm, nobody could possibly send me anything so stupid, it can't possibly be as dumb as it sounds." I stand corrected. The email was just as advertised: a wish list of how women supposedly want men to act, as if men in this country weren't already an episode of Friends away from turning into giant walking vaginas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd ever read anything that would induce my gag reflex so quickly, and this is after having read the details of an anal prolapse that a friend sent me tonight. Here is the abridged list (because the full list might literally cause you to barf on your keyboard, and frankly, it's not worth reading), followed by my response to each "thing" that a "perfect guy would do:" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Know how to make you smile when you are down! &lt;br /&gt;When will women realize that they don't live on the set of a romantic comedy? Unless making you smile involves me playing video games while you cook me a steak, you're in for a disappointment. You don't think guys ever feel "down?" The door swings both ways, bitch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Try to secretly smell your hair, but you always notice. &lt;br /&gt;What? Why the hell would I want to smell a woman's hair? It smells bad enough with all the sprays and perfume they use. Enough with the conditioners, sprays, and cream already; that shit makes my eyes water. What the hell is conditioner anyway? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Stick up for you, but still respects your independence. &lt;br /&gt;Translation: bail you out when you fail at life, but never bring it up during conversations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Give you the remote control during the game. &lt;br /&gt;This one is inherently stupid because it implies that all guys like to watch "the game." Since I'd rather be shot in the chest with projectile diarrhea than watch "the game," I'll assume the author meant something worthy of watching, such as Ren &amp; Stimpy, in which case you need to put the bitch down if she touches your remote. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Come up behind you and put his arms around you. &lt;br /&gt;LAME. Who has time for this? Sounds like something out of a herpes commercial where some lady is rock climbing or doing something else which symbolizes her independence, then out of nowhere she blurts out "I HAVE HERPES." The music gets all serious and you hear a voice over "...there is no cure," cue inspirational music "but treatment is available." Then it cuts to a shot of the bitch on a beach and a guy runs up behind her and puts his arms around her. Good job dumbass, you're dating a skank with herpes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Play with your hair. &lt;br /&gt;Again with the hair? Women never play with the hair on my back, why the double standard? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. His hands always find yours. &lt;br /&gt;This is one of those things women read and say "AWW HOW ROMANTIC." I have news for you: holding hands is stupid. Women don't know the first thing about being romantic. Only lesbians hold hands anyway; allow me to explain. The only time it's acceptable to hold hands with anyone is if you're at a peace vigil. Guys don't go to peace vigils, period. If you do, you have to surrender your balls and get a sex transplant because you're a bitch; in either case, you're a woman, and when two women hold hands it can only lead to one thing as far as I'm concerned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Be cute when he really wants something. &lt;br /&gt;Bullshit. When I want something, I yell. If she can't hear me in the kitchen, sometimes I'll threaten beatings if I'm sober. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Offer you plenty of massages. &lt;br /&gt;For your boobs maybe. I happen to have the uncanny ability to massage breasts. With my mouth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Dance with you, even if he feels like a dork. &lt;br /&gt;Let's face it: there are few things in this world more stupid than dancing. Except break dancing, which pirates and lumber jacks would agree is awesome. Other than that, dancing makes me envy cripples. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. React so cutely when you hit him and it actually hurts. &lt;br /&gt;See, this is what pisses me off about women: they expect special treatment at their discretion. They want equal rights, equal pay, and equal treatment for everything EXCEPT when it comes to shit like this, then they want you to "react cutely" instead of, say, putting them in a head lock and making them eat ants and/or spiders while you give them carpet burn. Why don't women react "cutely" when men hit them for a change? Oops, I forgot, that's domestic abuse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Drive 5 hours just to see you for 1. &lt;br /&gt;Any guy who would drive five hours just to see a chick for one is an asshole. If every guy drove around for five hours just to spend one with their girlfriend, we'd fill up the air with so much pollution that we'd all choke on the exhaust, get cancer, and then bake under the sun while our lungs rupture and we slowly die from internal bleeding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Stare at you. &lt;br /&gt;You stupid attention seeking whore, just buy the bitch a mirror, because apparently she thinks that you don't have anything better to do than to sit around and stare at her. If women ran the world, we'd still be searching for the wheel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Call for no reason. &lt;br /&gt;Oops, this one belongs on the list of "Twenty-six things women do that piss men off because they need to fill their otherwise vapid lives with something to make them feel like they have a purpose for existing as they eventually realize that they're pissing their youth away on stupid bullshit like fashion trends." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't go on, I'm going to go do something less painful like stick my dick in the oven.</content>
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    <title>viciousdemon @ 2004-08-03T14:57:00</title>
    <published>2004-08-03T18:59:10Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-03T18:59:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Everybody knows trouble is easy to get&lt;br /&gt;Burned out dealer to the teachers pet&lt;br /&gt;For some fun there is always sex&lt;br /&gt;Hiding in the corner like a shy t-rex&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmmmmmmmmm..mmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around your home are the ways and means&lt;br /&gt;Guns hiding under porno magazines&lt;br /&gt;There’s booze and thrills, cheap thrills and dreams&lt;br /&gt;Murder is a game on a pc screen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little baby lost to the world outside&lt;br /&gt;Trying not to let anyone inside&lt;br /&gt;Learning what you get from a TV set&lt;br /&gt;And it makes you crazy&lt;br /&gt;Hiding all the way on the bathroom shelf&lt;br /&gt;Busted in the mirror by an image of yourself&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful as this whole world can be, you just don’t see it&lt;br /&gt;And it makes me crazy, yeahhh..Aww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This chicks trying to pay for things&lt;br /&gt;Swinging from a pole with a nipple ring..(yeah)&lt;br /&gt;This dudes trying to ease the stain&lt;br /&gt;Tying of his arm with a nylon string&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirror mirror can you tell&lt;br /&gt;If they are kneeling in confession or if they just fell&lt;br /&gt;The mirror looks back and it knows damn well&lt;br /&gt;It’s really hard living when you’re living with yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little baby lost to the world outside&lt;br /&gt;Trying not to let anyone inside&lt;br /&gt;Only love you get is from a TV set&lt;br /&gt;And it makes you crazy&lt;br /&gt;Hiding all the way on a bathroom shelf&lt;br /&gt;Busted in the mirror by an image of yourself&lt;br /&gt;Talking in your head&lt;br /&gt;Laying awake in bed in the twightlight screaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it makes me crazy&lt;br /&gt;It drives me crazy yeah&lt;br /&gt;It makes me crazy yeah…&lt;br /&gt;Awwwwww wahhh awww wahhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody lost to the world outside&lt;br /&gt;Trying to fill a hole that will grow till the day that you die&lt;br /&gt;Never knew it would be this way&lt;br /&gt;Living in a place that u never wanna face night and day&lt;br /&gt;Never knew it would be this way&lt;br /&gt;And it drives me crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody lost to the world outside&lt;br /&gt;Losing all control of the boat they drive&lt;br /&gt;Only love you get is from a TV set&lt;br /&gt;And it makes you crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiding all the way on the closet shelf&lt;br /&gt;Busted in the mirror by an image of yourself&lt;br /&gt;Talking in your head laying awake in your bed&lt;br /&gt;And it makes me crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the title of the song is "Busted" by Hot Action Cop, download this song or get it from me, its really good</content>
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    <title>viciousdemon @ 2004-06-30T18:00:00</title>
    <published>2004-06-30T22:04:23Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-30T22:04:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo boredddddddddddddddddddddd, i hate being grounded.....esp when i didnt do anything (that they know of for sure). grounded for the week cause i decided to tell my parents what i thought about the rules they have set for me...who knew that voicing your opinion could result in this. o well ill manage outtta this wretched prision they hold me in soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a poll, who believes i should tell my parents about the smoking and drinking?</content>
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    <title>Master of Puppets sounds so good with a headache</title>
    <published>2004-06-27T16:38:40Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-27T16:38:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">what a way to wake up from a dream called a weekend, its been one of the bests ive had ever...hangovers and all. with tons of beer, bottle of JD, superior, and 151, who wouldn be a happy motherfucker. chillin wit great friends gettin drunk is what i need more of def. cause now when i hit reality again like today the hangover hurtsa bit more cause of the headache people give me. im gonna avoid some trouble right now and ask one simple question to everyone of my friends....do you have any problem what so ever with me, if so lemme know cause i wanna see what i can do bout it, thank you. well im done, 3 more days till the party ends, gatta get those hours in! peace kids....</content>
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    <title>viciousdemon @ 2004-06-20T00:13:00</title>
    <published>2004-06-20T04:17:01Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-20T04:17:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">ahhh good night, good night!!!!! didn go to jackies party , sry kid, i didn wanna show up wasted off my ass. but the night was not lost, went to vitaly's party and had alotta fun! maureen your the best, makin sure kev was fine and all, that was cool shit......you are the best.....yea well im off to sleep, peace out kiddies!</content>
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    <title>viciousdemon @ 2004-06-18T18:18:00</title>
    <published>2004-06-18T22:19:35Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-18T22:19:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">SCORE!!!! its summer bitches and im plannin on making it awesome as hell....for me at least. spent the day sleepin and catchin up on some r@r that was desperatly needed, hopefully finding something to do tonight or ill be pissed offffffffffffffff. but yea not much else is different in wayne or my life so peace kiddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. someone throw a party, its about time for a good one to pop up!</content>
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    <title>wierdddddddd</title>
    <published>2004-06-15T02:54:29Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-15T02:54:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">yea tis been a good day....chilled with bob....drank and smoked, the normal. this summers gonna rock if its gonna be like this everyday, going out and chillin with friends, the occasional drinking....ah the life. but yea, wierd feelings tonight, kinda funky and i gatta watch what i say, may give off the wrong impressions, some are meant, some arent.....always happens with me :/ o well who cares, time for me to go sleep off my headache, extra gold is good at giving me a headache.</content>
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    <title>viciousdemon @ 2004-06-11T23:41:00</title>
    <published>2004-06-12T03:48:12Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-12T03:48:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">yea i keep forgeting i have this thing........o well w/e. so yea me and jackie broke up, my choice, im the one who did it, and i have to deal with hurting her, w/e. shit is fucked right now, people need to accept and not find someone else to blame it on, christ i mean it, it pisses me off to no end i swear it, just stop the bitching and deal......and if you couldn tell im pissed off like fuckin hell right now so im gonna be playing a game now to forget all this bull........nothing better than a good game to make everything go the fuck away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr</content>
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    <title>viciousdemon @ 2004-05-29T17:49:00</title>
    <published>2004-05-29T21:54:04Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-29T21:54:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">yea im here at munozs with the group, chillin and such. Theres so much to still be done tonight!! Hopefully i get to see my love tonight :) itd make my night perfect. Well i gonna go back to chillin wit the crackheads, peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you jackie, feel better &amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3</content>
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    <title>viciousdemon @ 2004-05-20T19:54:00</title>
    <published>2004-05-21T00:00:54Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-21T00:00:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">hmmm its been awhile hasnt it. lets see whats happened.....went to toronto had so much fun making fun of canadiens, they say eh way to much. The best memory i have of canadiens is a guy on a bike randomly asking me and my friends if we wanted weed. The best memory from my trip is being with jackie ;) O yea, if ya couldnt guess, ME AND HER ARE GOING OUT!!!!!! I heart you jackie &amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;I wish that trip had never ended...or at least the bus ride home. Well thats about it, im gonna resume living life, peace.</content>
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    <title>fill it out, have fun</title>
    <published>2004-05-11T23:03:53Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-11T23:03:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">are we friends?&lt;br /&gt;when and how did we meet?&lt;br /&gt;how have I affected you?&lt;br /&gt;what do you think of me?&lt;br /&gt;what's the fondest memory you have of me?&lt;br /&gt;how long do you think we will be friends?&lt;br /&gt;do you love me?&lt;br /&gt;do you have a crush on me?&lt;br /&gt;would you kiss me?&lt;br /&gt;would you hug me?&lt;br /&gt;physically, what stands out?&lt;br /&gt;emotionally, what stands out?&lt;br /&gt;do you wish I was cooler?&lt;br /&gt;on a scale of 1-10, how hot am I? &lt;br /&gt;give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.&lt;br /&gt;am I loveable?&lt;br /&gt;how long have you known me?&lt;br /&gt;describe me in one word.&lt;br /&gt;what was your first impression?&lt;br /&gt;do you still think that way about me now?&lt;br /&gt;what do you think my weakness is?&lt;br /&gt;do you think I'll get married?&lt;br /&gt;if so, who?&lt;br /&gt;what makes me happy?&lt;br /&gt;what makes me sad?&lt;br /&gt;what reminds you of me?&lt;br /&gt;if you could give me anything what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;how well do you know me?&lt;br /&gt;when's the last time you saw me?&lt;br /&gt;ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?&lt;br /&gt;do you think I could kill someone?&lt;br /&gt;are you going to put this on your live journal and see what I say about you?</content>
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    <title>viciousdemon @ 2004-05-06T23:13:00</title>
    <published>2004-05-07T03:17:27Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-07T03:17:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">yea tonight was the first night of sda. it was crazy funny, especially when one of the cd's, which was scratched like hell, didnt read right and it started skipping. grobe got royally pissed but what could we do, o well. chilled with the normal crew afterwards, smoked some stoges and ened the night well. hope tomorrow night is just as great as this one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aight im out, peace children!!!!!</content>
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    <title>viciousdemon @ 2004-04-28T17:52:00</title>
    <published>2004-04-28T21:53:05Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-28T21:53:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Halls of Justice Painted Green &lt;br /&gt;Money Talking &lt;br /&gt;Power Wolves Beset Your Door &lt;br /&gt;Hear Them Stalking &lt;br /&gt;Soon You'll Please Their Appetite &lt;br /&gt;They Devour &lt;br /&gt;Hammer of Justice Crushes You &lt;br /&gt;Overpower &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ultimate in Vanity &lt;br /&gt;Exploiting Their Supremacy&lt;br /&gt;I Can't Believe the Things You Say&lt;br /&gt;I Can't Believe &lt;br /&gt;I Can't Believe the Price You Pay &lt;br /&gt;Nothing Can Save You &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justice Is Lost &lt;br /&gt;Justice Is Raped &lt;br /&gt;Justice Is Gone &lt;br /&gt;Pulling Your Strings &lt;br /&gt;Justice Is Done &lt;br /&gt;Seeking No Truth &lt;br /&gt;Winning Is All &lt;br /&gt;Find it So Grim &lt;br /&gt;So True &lt;br /&gt;So Real &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apathy Their Stepping Stone &lt;br /&gt;So Unfeeling &lt;br /&gt;Hidden Deep Animosity&lt;br /&gt;So Deceiving &lt;br /&gt;Through Your Eyes Their Light Burns &lt;br /&gt;Hoping to Find &lt;br /&gt;Inquisition Sinking You &lt;br /&gt;With Prying Minds &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ultimate in Vanity &lt;br /&gt;Exploiting Their Supremacy&lt;br /&gt;I Can't Believe the Things You Say&lt;br /&gt;I Can't Believe &lt;br /&gt;I Can't Believe the Price You Pay &lt;br /&gt;Nothing Can Save You &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justice Is Lost &lt;br /&gt;Justice Is Raped &lt;br /&gt;Justice Is Gone &lt;br /&gt;Pulling Your Strings &lt;br /&gt;Justice Is Done &lt;br /&gt;Seeking No Truth &lt;br /&gt;Winning Is All &lt;br /&gt;Find it So Grim &lt;br /&gt;So True &lt;br /&gt;So Real &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady Justice Has Been Raped &lt;br /&gt;Truth Assassin &lt;br /&gt;Rolls of Red Tape Seal Your Lips &lt;br /&gt;Now You're Done in &lt;br /&gt;Their Money Tips Her Scales Again &lt;br /&gt;Make Your Deal &lt;br /&gt;Just What Is Truth?i Cannot Tell &lt;br /&gt;Cannot Feel &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ultimate in Vanity &lt;br /&gt;Exploiting Their Supremacy&lt;br /&gt;I Can't Believe the Things You Say &lt;br /&gt;I Can't Believe &lt;br /&gt;I Can't Believe the Price We Pay &lt;br /&gt;Nothing Can Save You &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justice Is Lost &lt;br /&gt;Justice Is Raped &lt;br /&gt;Justice Is Gone &lt;br /&gt;Pulling Your Strings &lt;br /&gt;Justice Is Done &lt;br /&gt;Seeking No Truth &lt;br /&gt;Winning Is All &lt;br /&gt;Find it So Grim &lt;br /&gt;So True &lt;br /&gt;So Real &lt;br /&gt;Seeking No Truth &lt;br /&gt;Winning Is All &lt;br /&gt;Find it So Grim &lt;br /&gt;So True &lt;br /&gt;So Real</content>
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    <title>viciousdemon @ 2004-04-27T17:57:00</title>
    <published>2004-04-27T22:02:14Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-27T22:02:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">arg i hate feelin like shit! i swear i could cough up a lung any damn second. ah well shit happens. whatd i do today.....woke up and played ff7 all friggin day whooooooooooooooo!!!! its the only thing to do on a day off from the dump known as wayne valley high school. well not much more to my day peace children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLOUD BE A PUSSY COMPARED TO SEPHIROTH AND DA MASAMUNE BIATCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:viciousdemon:1842</id>
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    <title>viciousdemon @ 2004-04-24T00:00:00</title>
    <published>2004-04-24T04:04:18Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-24T04:04:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">heyyy got mehself a new hairstyle. thx kc and fatty for da help. did nothin with my friday (like noromal) and jus chilled. cutting this morning was fun, missed the first 3 periods in the name of an awesomely started weekend. WHITE POWER BITCH WHITE POWER -pound-.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:viciousdemon:1754</id>
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    <title>viciousdemon @ 2004-04-22T22:39:00</title>
    <published>2004-04-23T02:44:04Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-23T02:44:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">well it happens again in the same damn cycle, same fucking style and timing, when the hell am i gonna beat the system!!!!!!!!!!!!!someone shoot me for being a pitiful fuckin fool!! fuck it alll im out bitches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last one &amp;lt;3</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:viciousdemon:1413</id>
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    <title>viciousdemon @ 2004-04-20T23:00:00</title>
    <published>2004-04-21T03:03:58Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-21T03:03:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Woot another night spent at school, who has no life, i dont! Went to see the band concert, met up wit munoz, steve, lisa, scott and karen. Played frisbee and had fun. Lets see if tomorrow will beh jus as fun, peace.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:viciousdemon:1261</id>
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    <title>viciousdemon @ 2004-04-19T22:57:00</title>
    <published>2004-04-20T02:57:10Z</published>
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    <content type="html">blah bored of my ass, wishin i was drunk of my ass but whatever, thats later this week hopefully :0. School was school and life was lifish. Let another day come to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok if you be really bored like me.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lynching niggers lynching niggers lynching niggers lynching niggers lynching niggers lynching niggers lynching niggers lynching niggers lynching niggers lynching niggers lynching niggers lynching niggers lynching niggers lynching niggers lynching niggers lynching niggers lynching niggers lynching niggers lynching niggers lynching niggers lynching niggers lynching niggers lynching niggers lynching niggers lynching niggers lynching niggers lynching niggers lynching niggers lynching niggers lynching niggers lynching niggers lynching niggers lynching niggers lynching niggers lynching niggers lynching niggers lynching niggers lynching niggers lynching niggers lynching niggers lynching niggers lynching niggers lynching niggers lynching niggers lynching niggers lynching niggers lynching niggers lynching niggers lynching niggers lynching niggers lynching niggers lynching 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niggers lynching niggers lynching niggers lynching niggers lynching niggers &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;count the # of each word used.........have fun</content>
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    <title>viciousdemon @ 2004-04-18T13:02:00</title>
    <published>2004-04-18T17:06:07Z</published>
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    <content type="html">blah, last night was good, show was awesome, mindset kicks ass!! After that walked back to munozs and had a bunch of stoges. My heads been outta here lately, im waiting for it to check back in. O well, peace</content>
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    <title>viciousdemon @ 2004-04-14T18:37:00</title>
    <published>2004-04-14T22:40:46Z</published>
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    <content type="html">What happens when you piss off your parents......they threaten to ground you unless you submit to their wishes. What major bullshit, let um go fuck themselves. They try and prevent their kids from smoking and drinking and what happens, they become the cause, anit that ironic.</content>
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