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  <title>where were you while we were getting high</title>
  <subtitle>the first step is love, the second is mercy</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>k i t e</name>
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  <updated>2006-03-06T23:37:17Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:coolscene:14605</id>
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    <title>coolscene @ 2006-03-06T15:27:00</title>
    <published>2006-03-06T23:37:17Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-06T23:37:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">he's somewhere on the highway and my hair ceaselessly grows longer.  &lt;br /&gt;my head and mouth are filled with longing for some false hope.  some crystalized intelligence because the fluid is too smart for us.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it feels like it's coming out of your body like slivers.  escaping from every split in your skin, riding your plasma thrill ride straight through to open eyes or wounds.  and if you look at your palms or the delicate inside of your elbows you'll see it there like spiderwebs on a wet morning.  looking to your own eyes is like seeing caverns ill lit for the first time somewhere in these rocky mountains.&lt;br /&gt;ghosts of memories too slow or too fast to focus on.  rooms filled with streaks and sparks of light emblazzened on the dialated black holes the whole impossible scene spills into your brain through.&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes the pixies are on the cd player.  &lt;br /&gt;though a lot of the time the cd player won't eject a cd for a week and there's no choice.&lt;br /&gt;but that's really what makes things the easiest is when you can't chose.&lt;br /&gt;masochists shouldn't try and reason.&lt;br /&gt;sadomasochists shouldn't be allowed to.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:coolscene:12927</id>
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    <title>coolscene @ 2005-04-05T09:20:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-05T15:29:11Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-05T15:29:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i don't recomend watching old home movies of you and your friends when you're on drugs.  it's hard enough to keep track of time when it pass at any reasonable rate fast or slow.  it's like double vision for you brain.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:coolscene:12775</id>
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    <title>coolscene @ 2005-03-17T18:27:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-18T01:32:01Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-18T01:32:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">everything is ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;the scope of ridiculosity is enormous.&lt;br /&gt;whatever.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:coolscene:8540</id>
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    <title>coolscene @ 2005-01-07T23:00:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-08T06:00:53Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-08T06:00:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">it's easier to believe that no one loves anyone than that no one loves you.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:coolscene:8250</id>
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    <title>run, rabbit, run cause if they catch you they'll kill you</title>
    <published>2005-01-06T20:12:40Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-08T05:52:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;if i could stop it raining this whole damn place wouldn't know what to do with all the sunlight i've been saving up for a day like this.&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:coolscene:5150</id>
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    <title>but it's cool.</title>
    <published>2004-10-15T08:45:58Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-15T08:45:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">negative outloook?&lt;br /&gt;well that's how i'm living.&lt;br /&gt;and like he said, &lt;br /&gt;it's a wicked world we live in.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:coolscene:786</id>
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    <title>coolscene @ 2004-04-06T23:09:00</title>
    <published>2004-04-07T06:09:42Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-07T06:09:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">friends only.</content>
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