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	<title>Brokenwingsx666's Journals</title>
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	<author><name>brokenwingsx666</name></author>
		  <entry>
	    <title>The Day Ends On a Creepier Note of Reality</title>
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	    <issued>2009-03-09T20:21:00Z</issued>
	    <modified>2009-03-09T20:21:00Z</modified>
	    <created>2009-03-09T20:21:00Z</created>
	    <summary type="application/xhtml+xml"><![CDATA[<P>Life always seems to throw the most unlikely situations into your life when you'd least expect it to. My eyes&#133;]]></summary>
	    <author><name>brokenwingsx666</name></author>
	    <content type="application/xhtml+xml" mode="xml" xml:lang="en-us"><![CDATA[&lt;P&gt;Life always seems to throw the most unlikely situations into your life when you'd least expect it to. My eyes have been openned to this world for 16 years and just now im beginning to realize how small i am compared to all humanity. We want to imagine we're invincible because we're kids. We've lived our lives sheltered by rules and protective parenting that keep us out of harms way. We ARE invincible. But, in the end, not even we can escape fate. It creeps into our lives and in one final breath, sweeps us away entirely. All thats left is a memory and a tombstone, both that will fall victim to the plague of passing time. &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;How can someone be gone in the blink of an eye? Someone you've known for as long as you can remember is someone you'll never see again. To never hear them laugh, or to see them smile? There's truely nothing left. An empty carcass of what used to be the framework of dreams and opportunity now lies six feet under the earth we continue to thrive on. Does life really end? Do you shut your eyes one final time and everything is gone? How can we just forget an entire life we spent years trying to make worthwhile? Why would we be put here to cherish life when in the end we don't know if we'll even remember it? &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt; Don't ever let yourself forget. Ya dig?&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;Peace, Love, and Sweet Dreams World&lt;/P&gt;]]></content>
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		  <entry>
	    <title>Forever Tighty Whities</title>
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	    <issued>2008-12-28T22:35:44Z</issued>
	    <modified>2008-12-28T22:35:44Z</modified>
	    <created>2008-12-28T22:35:44Z</created>
	    <summary type="application/xhtml+xml"><![CDATA[<P>Rian sat on the dusty&nbsp;toyshelf overlooking the childrens playroom. He watched in horror as the family dog recklessly nawed on&#133;]]></summary>
	    <author><name>brokenwingsx666</name></author>
	    <content type="application/xhtml+xml" mode="xml" xml:lang="en-us"><![CDATA[&lt;P&gt;Rian sat on the dusty toyshelf overlooking the childrens playroom. He watched in horror as the family dog recklessly nawed on the head of Jack who had fallen to his inadvertant demise moments before.&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;Alex!&quot; Rian squeaked in fright.&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;Yo.&quot; Alex's voice rang in a high pitch tone of vocal audacity with the clarity of a fresh spring morning. &quot;What up dude?&quot; He soldiered forth with a slight pucker of his lower lip.&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;Help Jack.&quot; Rian pointed toward Jack's lethal battle.&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;Alex gawked at the sight of his lover nearing death. &quot;Do not worry my fictile friend for i have just the toy soldier to perform such a grave and perilous act.&quot; With a raise of an eyebrow and the gesture of his tiny fist Alex summoned Him. &quot;Come forth my brave comrade; the time is now!&quot;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;Rian shrank behind Alex at the sight of the mighty soldier Alex called upon.&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;Word.&quot; Alex nodded in ass kicking satisfaction. &quot;Zack meet Rian. Rian meet Zack.&quot; &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;Hi.&quot; Rian whispered in terror. &quot;i...i like your undies.&quot; he tried to smile but the fear was too intimidating.&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;Zack growled and stomped forth past Alex and Rian.&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;He does fill them out nicely doesn't he?&quot; Alex chuckled. &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;Mighty Zack charged the edge of the shelf and leaped into the air...&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;The dust finally began to settle and Zack magestically flew Jack back up to the toy shelf.&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;Alex leaped towards his wounded friend. &quot;Dude! Speak to me! What color underwear am i wearing?!&quot;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;The response was delayed and everyones breath hung in the air awaiting an answer. Jack began to squeak...&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;White...and tight.&quot; he smiled. &quot;Just like you and me.&quot; The boys wrapped their arms around one another and lived happily ever after.&lt;/P&gt;]]></content>
	    </entry>
		  <entry>
	    <title>Soundtrack Of Your Summer Tour</title>
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	    <issued>2008-08-23T09:01:00Z</issued>
	    <modified>2008-08-23T09:01:00Z</modified>
	    <created>2008-08-23T09:01:00Z</created>
	    <summary type="application/xhtml+xml"><![CDATA[Ahhh! it was fantastic! boys like girls, good charlotte, metro station, and the maine! i'll post pictures later but the&#133;]]></summary>
	    <author><name>brokenwingsx666</name></author>
	    <content type="application/xhtml+xml" mode="xml" xml:lang="en-us"><![CDATA[Ahhh! it was fantastic! boys like girls, good charlotte, metro station, and the maine! i'll post pictures later but the line up was great, the sets were great! so much fun!]]></content>
	    </entry>
		  <entry>
	    <title>The Soundtrack of My Summer is coming to an end....</title>
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	    <issued>2008-08-20T17:46:00Z</issued>
	    <modified>2008-08-20T17:46:00Z</modified>
	    <created>2008-08-20T17:46:00Z</created>
	    <summary type="application/xhtml+xml"><![CDATA[<P>Feel the sand between your toes</P>
<P>The water around your ankles</P>
<P>The gusty sea breeze flying through your hair</P>
<P>His arm around your&#133;]]></summary>
	    <author><name>brokenwingsx666</name></author>
	    <content type="application/xhtml+xml" mode="xml" xml:lang="en-us"><![CDATA[&lt;P&gt;Feel the sand between your toes&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;The water around your ankles&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;The gusty sea breeze flying through your hair&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;His arm around your shoulders&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;Your heart racing faster than the waves are crashing&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;He smiles at you, you smile back&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;Will he say &quot;i love you?&quot;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;No one ever has before.....&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;His brown, curly locks rustle in wind&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;His deep chocolate eyes are locked on yours&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Just say it....&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;He twitched nervously and chokes on the words yearning to come out&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;He looks at you&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;He leans in to whisper....&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;The sun has finally set, stars are falling from the sky&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;And then you woke...Another dream lost to reality.&lt;/P&gt;]]></content>
	    </entry>
		  <entry>
	    <title>Blah</title>
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	    <issued>2008-08-20T17:34:00Z</issued>
	    <modified>2008-08-20T17:34:00Z</modified>
	    <created>2008-08-20T17:34:00Z</created>
	    <summary type="application/xhtml+xml"><![CDATA[Ahhh! last day of soccer tryouts today! list posted tonight&nbsp;and i'm at my friends house who also tried out so&#133;]]></summary>
	    <author><name>brokenwingsx666</name></author>
	    <content type="application/xhtml+xml" mode="xml" xml:lang="en-us"><![CDATA[Ahhh! last day of soccer tryouts today! list posted tonight and i'm at my friends house who also tried out so i hope we made the same team otherwise shit will hit the fan! so tired....and sore.....g'night! wish us luck!]]></content>
	    </entry>
		  <entry>
	    <title>What The World Has Come To...</title>
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	    <issued>2008-07-21T18:39:00Z</issued>
	    <modified>2008-07-21T18:39:00Z</modified>
	    <created>2008-07-21T18:39:00Z</created>
	    <summary type="application/xhtml+xml"><![CDATA[<P>You know, it's sad when a guy can't take a walk across a bridge and not be accused of attempting&#133;]]></summary>
	    <author><name>brokenwingsx666</name></author>
	    <content type="application/xhtml+xml" mode="xml" xml:lang="en-us"><![CDATA[&lt;P&gt;You know, it's sad when a guy can't take a walk across a bridge and not be accused of attempting suicide. Screw society, i know there are still some good people out there...&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;Peace &amp; Loveeee.&lt;/P&gt;]]></content>
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