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  <pubDate>Wed, 06 Dec 2006 16:43:00 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>since jezzi complained I never post anymore</title>
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  <description>Not much to say really. Going to NY in a week. Meeting girls with issues. Buying  condo (need a place to live?) Working on my play. Enjoying life. Getting voodoo curses put on me. Doing another radio show. Um.. I dunno, I dont talk about my personal life anymore cause its mine. yep.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 09 Jun 2006 01:17:35 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>TONIGHT JASON T FOLEY ON THE RADIO</title>
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  <description>if you are in ny ... it is 90.1 wusb or online at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://wusb.fm/website/&quot;&gt;http://wusb.fm/website/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3am-630am.... tune in if you can... or even try to call in!</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 28 May 2006 23:59:29 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>after months of waiting</title>
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  <description>RUN BUY IT NOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0595382320/sr=8-1/qid=1148860736/ref=sr_1_1/103-4834152-3687822?%5Fencoding=UTF8&quot;&gt;http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0595382320/sr=8-1/qid=1148860736/ref=sr_1_1/103-4834152-3687822?%5Fencoding=UTF8&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 18 May 2006 11:07:38 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>this is the end.!</title>
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  <description>Soon I say, soon. Ill be back where I came from. Raising a family, writing more books, and all that. I loved being in NY last week, going to coney island, seeing people I havnt seen in years, and it all just felt right. I cannot wait till I move back there. So all my florida plans got fucked up, so what. Shit happens. No use crying over spilt milk. Get some more I say.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 15 May 2006 17:54:23 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>i love whenpeople prove tome</title>
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  <description>that they used me...fucken stupid ignorant girls... haha but thats ok i got someone alot better....</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 15 May 2006 15:32:55 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>yeah thats what i say</title>
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  <description>Its time to start phasing out the worthless people in my life. The liars, those stupid little bastards that cannot even be honest with themselves, the crazy crazys fuck them</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 10 May 2006 13:01:57 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>christ!</title>
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  <description>I cant believe I missed NY this much. why fight it, this is my home, its time to come back and finish writing my second book. Ive been in NY for like 3 days already And I dont want to leave, thats ok... Ill go back to florida get my divorce and my money and head back here. This have gone so well here, and its Fate I tell you FATE. I havnt been this happy and giddy in a long long time. My balance has come back, and I feel good about myself again. So I head back to FLA, do my depo in my accident case, get my divorce and then be done with all of that. Yep, now If i can just get jill to come up with me. Also Im taking my civil service test when I get back here. Yep.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 28 Apr 2006 13:31:17 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>ok kids</title>
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  <description>a few words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;divorce&lt;br /&gt;divorce&lt;br /&gt;wedding&lt;br /&gt;kids&lt;br /&gt;12 years&lt;br /&gt;love love happiness&lt;br /&gt;NY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heidi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In time I will explain it allll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im on such a high cloud I Cant even begin to think</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 09 Apr 2006 04:05:04 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>talk about saddness</title>
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  <description>well. It has been 1 year since the wedding. I miss you erika.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 05 Apr 2006 18:16:03 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>not that you fuckers care</title>
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  <description>or anything cause no one fucken comments you assholes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but today is a bad day for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;april 5th 2006... It would be my brothers 17 birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P. Charles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are missed&lt;br /&gt;and needed&lt;br /&gt;and wanted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now just kill me already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how much do i have to drink to die... arg</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 03 Apr 2006 15:55:04 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>i know you like to think your shit dont stink</title>
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  <description>ugh my comp crashed.. anyway&lt;br /&gt;last night i finally met sunnie.. we hung out at the bar had a few drinks went back to randy&apos;s apt.. and yeah..spent the next 3 hours talking and uh.. getting rid of stress. Finished alex&apos;s book. Now lets see if I ever see her again! eh if not Ill give it to staci. I am loving st pete. This is more of a home than west palm. No drama here.. most of my freinds are older. And they really are decent people. This is where I belong. So now I am looking for a condo over here to buy. I really wish I could start a family. I had a dream about jeni last night. Too private to post on here though. I got me a bottle and a dream. ON A DOWNTOWN TRAIN EVERY NIGHT ITS JUST THE SAME. I miss riding the subway at 2 am. Watching, just watching the bums talking to themselves. or the people who just couldnt sleep like me riding the train, for some peace.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 30 Mar 2006 01:30:25 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>i just realized something</title>
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  <description>but i dunno if i should tell someone about it. I dont want anyones feelings getting hurt.. but i just realized something about the way ive been feeling.. misplaced feelings for erika.. and shes the one i really wanted... i just tried to forget her.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 29 Mar 2006 23:13:02 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>you know</title>
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  <description>I always liked red and black as colors together, but after today.. They do not look good in my toilet bowl :(. not good at all. started my book but my mind is so jumbled I just cant get it out right. yeah.. the diamond sea. WHERE DID ALL MY FREINDS GO</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 29 Mar 2006 13:52:57 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>oh holy hell!</title>
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  <description>ok.. i had deleted someone.. but yet they are back.. i dont get it.. i dont remember putting them back on.. oh well... fate maybe.. something i did in a drunken haze? I have no idea.. fuck it.. ill just leave them on.. saved a freind last night whos comming down to see me now yay... i figure a nice week of drunken fun should be good for the soul with us, but right now her cell phone is out. nikita nikita nikita...not even 9 am and i can no longer sleep.. another day of a whole 3 hours, holy hell my foot hurts.! its almost been one year.. one year...and what a year it has been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;things are again so fucked&lt;br /&gt;that i must laugh&lt;br /&gt;must smile&lt;br /&gt;keep my sanity&lt;br /&gt;or insanity&lt;br /&gt;whatever the doctors call it&lt;br /&gt;must laugh&lt;br /&gt;or let it&lt;br /&gt;eat me from the inside&lt;br /&gt;kill me from the inside&lt;br /&gt;there is a hole&lt;br /&gt;but i care not to fill it&lt;br /&gt;cuz im going full speed waiting for the crash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my thoughts scatter like ashes blowing in the wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i love how every day goes by and she just proves how much she never cared at all. &lt;br /&gt;stop&lt;br /&gt;look&lt;br /&gt;listen&lt;br /&gt;the garbage truck &lt;br /&gt;is &lt;br /&gt;here&lt;br /&gt;taking the trash&lt;br /&gt;but why wont it take my mother?</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 28 Mar 2006 16:59:15 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>not dark yet</title>
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  <description>but its getting there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have started my greatest work yet.. my memoirs. I got another recorder.. so I can get someone to help me.. see ill record it on tape.. and she will translate it and then i can go over it and peice it together. I need rid of all my demons.. maybe when im done with these Ill get over the fact that I wish i was dead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEAD MAN WALKING&lt;br /&gt; version 2.0 of jason was a failure&lt;br /&gt;1.0 is dead&lt;br /&gt;3.0 is having problems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder where i can get a meditation belt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh damn... this is really good on discovery about meditation and suicide and all that.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 28 Mar 2006 16:23:20 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>its that time again when i lose my friends</title>
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  <description>oh well.. thats what i gotta say.. im tired of the lies and the games of west palm beach. Ive deleted some people because of their lies and games, and i deleted others because I got tired of reading entries, feeling like im punched in the stomach and puking. That second person im not mad at or anything, I just cant stand to look at it. I wont go into it at all. dont need to be accused of playing games. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i coulda done a lot worse than sit&lt;br /&gt;in skid row drinking wine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to know that nothing matters after all&lt;br /&gt;to know theres no real difference&lt;br /&gt;between the rich and the poor&lt;br /&gt;to know that eternity is neither drunk&lt;br /&gt;nor sober, to know it young&lt;br /&gt;and be a poet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coulda go intobusiness and ranted &lt;br /&gt;and believe that god was concerned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead i squatted in lonesome alleys&lt;br /&gt;and nobody saw me, just my bottle&lt;br /&gt;and what they saw of it was empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i did it in the cornfields &amp; graveyards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to know that the dead dont make noise&lt;br /&gt;to know that the cornstalks talk (among&lt;br /&gt;one another with raspy old arms)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sitting in alleys diggin the neons&lt;br /&gt;and watdching cathedral custodians&lt;br /&gt;wring out their rags neath the church steps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sitting and drinkin wine&lt;br /&gt;and in railyards being devine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be a millionaire &amp; yet to prefer&lt;br /&gt;curlin up with a poorboy of tokay&lt;br /&gt;in a warehouse door, facing long sunsets&lt;br /&gt;on railroad fields of grass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to know that the sleepers in the river&lt;br /&gt;are dreaming vain dreams, to squat&lt;br /&gt;in the night and know it well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be dark solitary eye-nerve watcher&lt;br /&gt;of the world&apos;s whirling diamond</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 19 Mar 2006 17:37:41 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>i dont remember if i posted this before</title>
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  <description>I hope i dont fall in love with you - tom waits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I hope that I don&apos;t fall in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&apos;Cause falling in love just makes me blue,&lt;br /&gt;Well the music plays and you display&lt;br /&gt;your heart for me to see,&lt;br /&gt;I had a beer and now I hear&lt;br /&gt;you calling out for me&lt;br /&gt;And I hope that I don&apos;t fall in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the room is crowded, there&apos;s people everywhere&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder, should I offer you a chair?&lt;br /&gt;Well if you sit down with this old clown,&lt;br /&gt;take that frown and break it,&lt;br /&gt;Before the evening&apos;s gone away,&lt;br /&gt;I think that we could make it,&lt;br /&gt;And I hope that I don&apos;t fall in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see that you are lonesome just like me,&lt;br /&gt;and it being late, you&apos;d like some some company,&lt;br /&gt;Well I&apos;ve had two, I look at you,&lt;br /&gt;and you look back at me,&lt;br /&gt;The guy you&apos;re with has up and split,&lt;br /&gt;the chair next to you&apos;s free,&lt;br /&gt;And I hope that you don&apos;t fall in love with me.&lt;br /&gt;And I hope that you don&apos;t fall in love with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it&apos;s closing time, the music&apos;s fading out&lt;br /&gt;Last call for drinks, I&apos;ll have another stout.&lt;br /&gt;Turn around to look at you,&lt;br /&gt;you&apos;re nowhere to be found,&lt;br /&gt;I search the place for your lost face,&lt;br /&gt;guess I&apos;ll have another round&lt;br /&gt;And I think that I just fell in love with you.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 14 Mar 2006 19:37:10 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>story of my life summary</title>
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  <description>Ill write it all out later.. but no time for love dr jones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;born 1978. in NYC&lt;br /&gt;irish, german, italian. you know what they are all good for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started writing when I was around 8 years old.. thats when my first poem got published.&lt;br /&gt;been writing ever since. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was 16 I moved out of my parents house and got my own apartment.&lt;br /&gt;at 17 I left NY for florida..(jax) got engaged.&lt;br /&gt;broke up with her and moved with wie to ocala&lt;br /&gt;took off with wie and nisa for NY.. They returned to florida I stayed on the streets&lt;br /&gt;at 18 Lived in a tent in my freinds backyard, or in the parks.&lt;br /&gt;left NY again for vegas&lt;br /&gt;read fear and loathing on the plane, found my calling&lt;br /&gt;leaving las vegas also changed my life (the movie and the book)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worked as a music journalist. a bartender, driver, inventory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lived in vegas in 97 98 and 01.. 3 times&lt;br /&gt;the vegas years were a fun and interesting time. I miss vegas sometimes, its a second home to me, and dms is there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i miss those times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in 98 when i left vegas for the second time I moved to illinois.&lt;br /&gt;met jeni. &lt;br /&gt;she saved my life&lt;br /&gt;in 01 she took herown&lt;br /&gt;i failed&lt;br /&gt;swore I wouldnt let anyone die on my watch again. not to suicide. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in 02 I moved to maine with jezzi&lt;br /&gt;met some great people wrote alot&lt;br /&gt;in 03 things ended with jezzi 01-03 RIP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moved home, was thinking of moving back to maine&lt;br /&gt;moved to florida instead to be there for my brother&lt;br /&gt;shortly after moving back&lt;br /&gt;i got into a car accident&lt;br /&gt;my brother died&lt;br /&gt;my parents died&lt;br /&gt;I spent 53days in a coma&lt;br /&gt;never been the same since&lt;br /&gt;I cannot die. &lt;br /&gt;in 05 I married erika, my long time best freind.&lt;br /&gt;we split up right after.&lt;br /&gt;too many games&lt;br /&gt;shattered my trust in everyone&lt;br /&gt;been trying to find help but im slowly losing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting a book published yay my first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking back on my life... its amazing...and Im looking forward to my next 28 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god damn Im awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hail to the king baby.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 14 Mar 2006 19:20:54 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>.. another song about a ex love</title>
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  <description>Lost Cause Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your sorry eyes; they cut through bone&lt;br /&gt;They make it hard to leave you alone&lt;br /&gt;Leave you here wearing your wounds&lt;br /&gt;Waving your guns at somebody new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby you&apos;re lost&lt;br /&gt;Baby you&apos;re lost&lt;br /&gt;Baby you&apos;re a lost cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There&apos;s too many people you used to know&lt;br /&gt;They see you coming they see you go&lt;br /&gt;They know your secrets and you know theirs&lt;br /&gt;This town is crazy; nobody cares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby you&apos;re lost&lt;br /&gt;Baby you&apos;re lost&lt;br /&gt;Baby you&apos;re a lost cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m tired of fighting&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m tired of fighting&lt;br /&gt;Fighting for a lost cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There&apos;s a place where you are going&lt;br /&gt;You ain&apos;t never been before&lt;br /&gt;No one left to watch your back now&lt;br /&gt;No one standing at your door&lt;br /&gt;That&apos;s what you thought love was for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby you&apos;re lost&lt;br /&gt;Baby you&apos;re lost&lt;br /&gt;Baby you&apos;re a lost cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m tired of fighting&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m tired of fighting</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 14 Mar 2006 19:15:04 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>this one goes out to the one i used to love</title>
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  <description>Love Is A Burning Thing&lt;br /&gt;And It Makes A Fiery Ring&lt;br /&gt;Bound By Wild Desire&lt;br /&gt;I Fell Into A Ring Of Fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;I Fell Into A Burning Ring Of Fire&lt;br /&gt;I Went Down, Down, Down&lt;br /&gt;And The Flames Went Higher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And It Burns, Burns, Burns&lt;br /&gt;The Ring Of Fire&lt;br /&gt;The Ring Of Fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Fell Into A Burning Ring Of Fire&lt;br /&gt;I Went Down, Down, Down&lt;br /&gt;And The Flames Went Higher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And It Burns, Burns, Burns&lt;br /&gt;The Ring Of Fire&lt;br /&gt;The Ring Of Fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Taste Of Love Is Sweet&lt;br /&gt;When Hearts Like Ours Meet&lt;br /&gt;I Fell For You Like A Child&lt;br /&gt;Oh, But The Fire Went Wild&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;I Fell Into A Burning Ring Of Fire&lt;br /&gt;I Went Down, Down, Down&lt;br /&gt;And The Flames Went Higher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And It Burns, Burns, Burns&lt;br /&gt;The Ring Of Fire&lt;br /&gt;The Ring Of Fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Fell Into A Burning Ring Of Fire&lt;br /&gt;I Went Down, Down, Down&lt;br /&gt;And The Flames Went Higher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And It Burns, Burns, Burns&lt;br /&gt;The Ring Of Fire&lt;br /&gt;The Ring Of Fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And It Burns, Burns, Burns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ring Of Fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ring Of Fire</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 13 Mar 2006 06:57:52 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>another story to tell you</title>
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  <description>im tired of immature people and their stories&lt;br /&gt;whatever i hold the truth... im the good guy... i am a man... not a pot head.&lt;br /&gt;it only makes me laugh that he uses and abuses everyone.. then tries to put me down lol&lt;br /&gt;hes already liked and been caught. and if he dont shut his mouth about me thats harassment and i love he new florida laws. hes talked shit about jill and how he cheated on alex.. and all this shit.. he needs to grow up</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 11 Mar 2006 17:22:34 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>this one goes out to the one I love</title>
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  <description>hey&lt;br /&gt;been trying to meet you&lt;br /&gt;hey&lt;br /&gt;must be a devil between us&lt;br /&gt;or whores in my head&lt;br /&gt;whores at my door&lt;br /&gt;whores in my bed&lt;br /&gt;but hey&lt;br /&gt;where&lt;br /&gt;have you&lt;br /&gt;been &lt;br /&gt;if you go i will surely die&lt;br /&gt;we&apos;re chained&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh &lt;br /&gt;said the man to the lady&lt;br /&gt;ohhh &lt;br /&gt;said the lady to the man she adored&lt;br /&gt;and the whores like a choir&lt;br /&gt;go uh all night&lt;br /&gt;and mary ain&apos;t you tired of this&lt;br /&gt;uh&lt;br /&gt;is&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;sound&lt;br /&gt;that the mother makes when the baby breaks&lt;br /&gt;we&apos;re chained</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 11 Mar 2006 03:41:24 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I am still angry</title>
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  <description>yeah last night. BS. more games. Im tired of hearing lies.. &quot;oh i offered to drive him to see his dad in the hospital&quot; bs.. more like &quot; Im too drunk to drive&quot; etc etc.. I dont give a fuck if i was drunk and could die on the road. eye for an eye. Then josh who i already disliked had to open up his mouth, and then start a fight with me. fuck that. Think im scared? No, pussy starts a fight then ran away like a little bitch. talked to her mom today.. seemed like a nice person.. I apoligized for my role in everything. and she said she forgave me. I saw alex today.. and i tried to talk to her.. but couldnt find the right words. and then i find out shes spreading lies. oh well. No love lost. No. Love. Lost. and i come home after being out with dan and mere, to a psycho mother. and they saw it. demanding my keys etc etc. bullshit. And people wonder why Im stressed and have issues. Nothing to lose, leaving las vegas. yeah.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 08 Mar 2006 05:48:18 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>yeah... she knows shes pretty, and she knows how to flaunt it.</title>
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  <description>I’ve got her all figured out&lt;br /&gt;And she has no idea&lt;br /&gt;And she still plays her games&lt;br /&gt;Why must you do that? Do you not understand people do care? Do you not understand that things could be different if you tried? Here I am, telling you things not to hear myself talk, but to try to make you feel comfortable. Still I am not good enough in her eyes. So be it. I move on, then she tries to pull me back. She don’t know how to express the way she feels, how to grow into this. I could be the good guy. That is if she would let me, but she don’t. Seems like she needs a thousand guys to make her smile. She cant be comfortable in her own skin. It’s a shame to let a beauty like that go to waste. So I put myself on the line, knowing she will just hurt me, but I try to make her feel better. I try to ignore her but I cant, and that’s a downfall. She thinks she has got me figured out, she thinks she owns me. She has no idea. She needs to look past all of that. She can’t, too much has happened to her and so she settles down into her role and she is lost about it. &lt;br /&gt;And here I am.&lt;br /&gt;Taking the brunt of it all&lt;br /&gt;Because she wants what she wants.&lt;br /&gt;And I am willing to die to save her.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 27 Feb 2006 07:00:57 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>afraid lonley expecting X+jtf=happiness</title>
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  <description>faded out, down, away.&lt;br /&gt;my body is falling apart, yet she holds my heart together.&lt;br /&gt;wispering dreams, at night that help me sleep&lt;br /&gt;i always have her in the back of my mind&lt;br /&gt;sleep is the devil&lt;br /&gt;when you want to stay awake&lt;br /&gt;and then the sun haunts you when you need to sleep&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;br /&gt;she is always there&lt;br /&gt;soothing&lt;br /&gt;melatonin&lt;br /&gt;cant sing, well i cant&lt;br /&gt;she can&lt;br /&gt;trust she needs&lt;br /&gt;not things&lt;br /&gt;now rest&lt;br /&gt;give your heart to me&lt;br /&gt;nothing to lose&lt;br /&gt;bulletproof&lt;br /&gt;so take the chance already&lt;br /&gt;i wouldnt try so hard &lt;br /&gt;if this isnt what i wanted &lt;br /&gt;balls out&lt;br /&gt;take a chance&lt;br /&gt;you wont regret it.</description>
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