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  <title>craig</title>
  <subtitle>craig</subtitle>
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  <updated>2004-02-03T00:41:25Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:galvanizediron:3247</id>
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    <title>look, a shoopuf</title>
    <published>2004-02-03T00:41:25Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-03T00:41:25Z</updated>
    <lj:music>poison the well - 12/23/93</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Holy shit, im still on live journal?  no one will read this due to the fact that no one has expected a post from me ever.  Oh yeah, I gave up drinking.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:galvanizediron:2858</id>
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    <title>look, a shoopuf</title>
    <published>2004-02-03T00:39:12Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-03T00:39:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">holy shit, im still on live journal?  no one will read this due to the fact that no one has expected a post from me ever.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:galvanizediron:2807</id>
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    <title>Whachusaymuthafuckinpiglicka</title>
    <published>2003-10-02T02:04:34Z</published>
    <updated>2003-10-02T02:04:34Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Damien Rice-Eskimo</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Hospital?  Stay away from me?  Simon?  Just leave the dog for a second.  Drop the dog.  Thank you.  I need these cards t maintain focus.  Frank gave them to me.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:galvanizediron:2476</id>
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    <title>Felix Trinidad has Cholera</title>
    <published>2003-09-28T05:28:33Z</published>
    <updated>2003-09-28T05:28:33Z</updated>
    <lj:music>atreyu-lip gloss black</lj:music>
    <content type="html">due what the fuck ass bongash...i hate girls that continue to haunt you way past their due.  i hate nothing more than that, and cinnastix, but thats another matter.  who hates girls named marybeth?  me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you've been great listeners.  enjoy tony melendez.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:galvanizediron:2217</id>
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    <title>Does anyone even read my journal? I think not...</title>
    <published>2003-09-21T05:31:57Z</published>
    <updated>2003-09-21T05:31:57Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Crowing - Coheed and Cambria</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Tonight work was very cool and i made some beautiful food.  Worked with Kev for the first time...but no matter what happened my weekend sucked do to Rick.  "My car won't make it".  Eat this Ricky Boy (pointing to crouch).  I actually don't car and would like to see what Rick is going to say in response to my PIZZY (post).</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:galvanizediron:1941</id>
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    <title>Arabian nights</title>
    <published>2003-09-19T04:46:00Z</published>
    <updated>2003-09-19T04:46:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">okay, crying all done.  &lt;br /&gt;-- (Random voice in my head)"WHO WANTS TO GO SEE COHEED AND CAMBRIA MOTHERFUCKER?".  &lt;br /&gt;-- (me, shouting loud enough so my family can hear) "ME MOTHERFUCKER"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, im alittle excited, and geuss what, tonight  fell aleep at 7, but just woke up.  this has neither relevancy nor any humor at all, but hey, this is a journal, not the improv at your local comedy club thank you very much.  im going to see coheed and cambria with rick and kev and possibly john lamb.  shoul be amazing, hey man, maybe they'll invite me onstage after their one guitarist sudenly collapses of unknown causes (see: how tomake your own poison that so happens to make people collapse onstage). kinda sucks its in wilkes barre, but also a good thing.  its like a mini road trip.  so if this is a mini road trip, will we be driving a mini car?  the answer is simply no, and why the hell would you ask that question.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:galvanizediron:1593</id>
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    <title>cardinal doughertina</title>
    <published>2003-09-19T04:37:23Z</published>
    <updated>2003-09-19T04:37:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">being inspired by ricks listing of his classes, i would like to do the same, but since no one on the entire site goes there, im just gonna cry.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:galvanizediron:1450</id>
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    <title>netvideogirls.com---cali pimpin' at its best</title>
    <published>2003-09-15T04:43:00Z</published>
    <updated>2003-09-15T04:43:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">things that suck:&lt;br /&gt;-vaccuums&lt;br /&gt;things that dont:&lt;br /&gt;vaccuums in reverse&lt;br /&gt;things that are borderline:&lt;br /&gt;-boxfans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this has been another one of those great list brought to you by cheetos-the snack that talks back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay spiff</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:galvanizediron:1226</id>
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    <title>three untitled songs, a trilogy if you willogy</title>
    <published>2003-09-14T06:06:00Z</published>
    <updated>2003-09-14T06:06:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">recalling the countless beings that have died&lt;br /&gt;your name alone has swallowed earth&lt;br /&gt;masks wore at funerals, with a name some cant remember&lt;br /&gt;he was someone to be remember &lt;br /&gt;but the sooner forgotten the better with some&lt;br /&gt;it can be early june and still i can hear &lt;br /&gt;the shriek of the butterflies stringing from heaven&lt;br /&gt;as you fell from lines of yellow to blades of grass&lt;br /&gt;please just lift my head and carry me home&lt;br /&gt;tell mom that im totally fine&lt;br /&gt;say that i tripped and ill never die&lt;br /&gt;because all that i hear is that im a good kid&lt;br /&gt;who wasnt supposed to die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the people who slam their dorrs and wish for a god to save them&lt;br /&gt;take on profanity and sacrifice like it means anything&lt;br /&gt;pound cement until your hands explode and pay for your home&lt;br /&gt;its what we were taught, to make money you must first bleed&lt;br /&gt;to be in this picture perfect family you must change who you are&lt;br /&gt;why be an individual when you can blend in and not make a difference&lt;br /&gt;why cant some just hate their family and love the lust that surrounds you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although the fire awakens in your chest&lt;br /&gt;you hear the trucks pass right by&lt;br /&gt;can anyone do anything for help these days&lt;br /&gt;this crying is part of the test, please save me&lt;br /&gt;the steps are screaming from miles away, please take me&lt;br /&gt;and although your bedroom is close to mine&lt;br /&gt;endless feelings of neglect have set in and made steps infinite&lt;br /&gt;maybe i can scramble long enough to get to the door</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:galvanizediron:969</id>
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    <title>blow me, beautiful</title>
    <published>2003-09-14T05:32:42Z</published>
    <updated>2003-09-14T05:32:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">work sucked and so did the fact that i missed out on t-bots party...but i made some paper tonight so it works out.  not like i dont already get a myriad of chicks...nah, i dont.  ohwell.  i gotta stop drinking, all it does is rob me of money and make me fatta'</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:galvanizediron:764</id>
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    <title>carbs kill, converge, kills</title>
    <published>2003-09-13T04:28:46Z</published>
    <updated>2003-09-13T04:28:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">ow, i had a crappy night....drank too many for my little diet, beged a girl to some outside her house to hanf out at midnight, came home and felt sorry for myself.  fuc&lt;br /&gt;the people who need to know the story do.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:galvanizediron:391</id>
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    <title>fake summer days</title>
    <published>2003-09-12T05:40:41Z</published>
    <updated>2003-09-12T05:40:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">what the fuck is the deal with school.  i dont lke thinking for myself and having to plan anything, so school works for me.  summer gets boring so quickly and just doesnt intrigue me, especially when all of your friends like to do hallucinogens and sit and stare at fucking trees.  so since school has yet to start, my body is not working correctly.  i have been sleeping less and not going out as much.  dont feel fucking right today.  i do nothing with my life.  this sucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what does one do with fake summer days that do not seem right?  the only thing a man can do...invite an old buddy over to play nba live 2001, yes, thats right, a playstation game.  an old one, with shitty graphics.  why?  because its a godsend to people like and long-time buddy john king.  the man.  if youve never played, you must be a demon child who has neither penis nor vagina.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-falling from the top floor your lungs fill like parachutes, windows come rushing by.  people inside dress for the funeral in black and white.  these ties strangle our necks-</content>
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