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  <title>shoot me with your love captain!</title>
  <subtitle>la fille qui tue</subtitle>
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    <name>frenchster</name>
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  <updated>2004-09-09T20:42:56Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bleedingrequiem:45659</id>
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    <title>bleedingrequiem @ 2004-07-03T03:06:00</title>
    <published>2004-07-03T01:05:35Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-09T20:42:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;small&gt; friends only cos this piece is not free&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;oh&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bleedingrequiem:34557</id>
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    <title>what the nerds in lunch do</title>
    <published>2004-04-02T16:24:55Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-02T16:24:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Im with keyc in some classroom in north i or some shit. It's fun, being outcast and having no lives...cos we were looking at hot pix of hot guys with hot tats and we're talking about how much we wanna bang them with our hotness bodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha Maria and I were just foolin around with those comments people, don't take that shit seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh snappppp Party tonight&lt;br /&gt; alix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps -oriana is the greatest in this galaxi, i love u babay</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bleedingrequiem:29738</id>
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    <title>Peter be frontinnnnnnnnn</title>
    <published>2004-02-26T23:38:52Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-26T23:38:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Peter you fukin mofo!!!! You pussy how could u do that to Shaina. bitch&lt;br /&gt;well you junst lost a great thing.&lt;br /&gt;Cunt&lt;br /&gt;skut wait till u hear when i put my 2 cent s bia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man oh man Oh man!!!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bleedingrequiem:28100</id>
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    <title>mitigation, is killin our emotion</title>
    <published>2004-02-12T23:15:49Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-12T23:19:30Z</updated>
    <lj:music>the clash</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Man there's nothing better than vaccuming your room to -rock the casbah- boy oh boy do I love the clash with a full heart. You should've seen me, jumping around, singing and all that crap. haha it was a funny sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So valentine's day is almost here and I'm dreading it.ahhh no I abhor the fukin hallmark holiday, it's gay. But I did get flowers and candie and more chocolate, the very dark kind mmmh. thanx sid!!!!! Yea I don't think matt liked that very much. So Christophe is not getting it, like dooooooode I'm droping hints all over the place, on his dirty ass combat boots and germ tee, but I think he's deaf, or blind. But it's cool that I'm the only one he tells his shit about. he whatever. Moving on to other, more important crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea nick(hawk) and I went home together yesterday, he's crazy, but cool. He lives right by my house so it was chill. He kept giving me all these lame pik up lines like *is there a mirror in your pant? cos I can see myself in them*hahaha.ha. yea he went s to *hook up*. no comment. I'm suppose to shave his sides today but he didn't come over, I think he's sick. Oh well, I was gonna make it look all hot too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man Dan is on, I haven't talked to that mofo in ages, he seems to be holding up well, lost weight(for the ladies)and got a new band name-submission I think, they're touring soon. Doode I just promoted his fukin band. They're pretty good, I saw them once at the alley in miami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is friday, woooo jacob's ladder. Oh I can't wait to see b_ladder and oren, my bitches oh oh and sammy. Partayyy time fo may.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywoo, I called my dad...yea pain, but he's getting me and maria plane tickets!!! We might leave sooner than I thought. And I 'll be able to dance with a boy and have a story.&lt;br /&gt;The end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;stab me twice ladies*</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bleedingrequiem:24252</id>
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    <title>Why I want to be a dark child</title>
    <published>2004-01-17T00:44:05Z</published>
    <updated>2004-01-17T00:44:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ori is the best~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oriana, my baby's daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alisonchains26: ori we need to have sex&lt;br /&gt;reform revolt: LOL&lt;br /&gt;reform revolt: yes we do&lt;br /&gt;alisonchains26: hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;alisonchains26: u know the irish and the french cunt keep their hands off eachother&lt;br /&gt;reform revolt: LOL.&lt;br /&gt;alisonchains26: boo-boo&lt;br /&gt;reform revolt: oui oui, cherie? (lol, omg, we are so funny. we seriously rock the cock)&lt;br /&gt;alisonchains26: im byin a (clean) strap on off ebay right now and headin to yo house&lt;br /&gt;alisonchains26: hahah&lt;br /&gt;alisonchains26: i love us&lt;br /&gt;reform revolt: lol&lt;br /&gt;reform revolt: strap on! oh yesh. can we do it doggy style?!&lt;br /&gt;alisonchains26: we'll do it everystyle&lt;br /&gt;reform revolt: now that's what i'm talking about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that was like the best part of my boredom afternoon. I think if I didn't have this I'd die.&lt;br /&gt;ori you rok the casba of every french person right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;</content>
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    <title>cut ur words into death-die for what u can not fix</title>
    <published>2004-01-14T19:43:51Z</published>
    <updated>2004-01-14T19:43:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">This entry is dedicated to *oriana riley*&lt;br /&gt;for whom I wouldn't other wise be here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you gasp for breath, instead of wasting in on another tear please call.&lt;br /&gt;I will be waiting by the phone&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bleedingrequiem:20242</id>
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    <title>forget everything you ever said</title>
    <published>2003-12-23T00:07:58Z</published>
    <updated>2003-12-23T00:08:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm in one of those rooms in the airport where you can go online, I had to pay 6 fucking $ for an hour but I just had to get on this shit and sort some things out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I got on and saw all this crap on here and it really disgusted me, hence, that is the reason that I didn't reply to any of those dumbass comments but I do thank the people who have had my back and supported me through this nonsence full of shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But man it is not over.  My inbox is full of hate e-mails and shit like that. You know, the whole- get aids and die crap sorta thing- What has gotten over people omg. Do they have hate syndrome or some crap. Or maybe do they seriously love putting others down. Well fuckers, I haven't eaten in 2 days because of this crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I allready have to leave and see my dad who's fucking dying of a tumor and to top this off, leave with all this going on. Not to sound gay or anything but god damn it, it's fucking xmas. Are you trying to get someone to kill themselves with guilt? Fuck I'd never do that, but yes this has really messed me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no, I don't regret this one bit, I wouldn't take back what I did in a million years. It happened, and I'm glad it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways just right before I left, Lauren called me and you know what, that meant a lot to me. She apologized and I almost cried. I don't care what kyle or any other loser from northeast had to say to me or about me, you know, they can beleive what they want, call me what they want but lauren, I mean she was like, one of my best fucking friends, and to have to hear that, that person too had turned up against you, that really hurt a lot. But unlike any of you other dumbasses, she realized that this high school drama bullshit was nothing worth losing a friend over. -thank you-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[* Hey lauren, remember that day in math way in the beginning of the year when we still sat back there and you were really sad and down and you told me that you didn't beleive that you had any true friend and I told you that I'd take a bullet for you, well I meant that and I'm holding my promise *]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah it is so cold in herrrrrre. Well since I'm done saying all that I had to say I guess I'll end my entry.&lt;br /&gt;I will most def. be replying from france, so you can write and I'll comment back(if you're worth my time)&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the mood so...MERRY XMAS FUCKERS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;don't deny the frenchness&lt;br /&gt;ali-</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bleedingrequiem:19785</id>
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    <title>soldout scandal</title>
    <published>2003-12-20T18:23:31Z</published>
    <updated>2003-12-20T18:25:38Z</updated>
    <lj:music>portishead</lj:music>
    <content type="html">oh man people are talking [smack] about me.&lt;br /&gt;Wow amazing, you really have no life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead, call me a whore, hoe, cunt, dirty slut, if it makes you feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't mean to dissapoint you, or you're expectations of me. I'm just a dumbass french girl. &lt;br /&gt;ha and damn well proud of it. So shut your big fuckin mouth. Can't. You're way too busy telling the whole population about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh snap, you took me off your friend's list. I am so hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everyone knows. There's not much left to tell.&lt;br /&gt;Yep Matt and I had sex.&lt;br /&gt;oh shit, didn't mean to take everyone's favorate emo kid away. Damn me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you see, I really don't care, because it meant a lot to both of us, and we're very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you had to make a big deal out of this, because I am such a whore. omg we only knew eachother 2-weeks. Well I'm sorry that it takes some people about a year to get to where we are. We're together. We really like eachother, really, really like eachother. But hey I guess that doesn't appeal to you. Don't feel bad for me. I pity you. For not knowing what that feels like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you beleive that what ms. britney and all those dirty ass women are doing is right? Dancing half naked and singing about becoming a sex symbol just to sell their crap is ok because "they're just sooo hott!". Wow that's a real good excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been there for you, I listened to you always, and never let you down. You even said yourself there's things that you do with me and talk to me about that you couldn't with anyone else. Man so how did this fucking bullshit happen. How dare you fucking do this. Spread shit that you don't even know about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't even know what happened. &lt;br /&gt;You don't know what it's like. &lt;br /&gt;You don't know how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;You just assume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I commited a crime, killed anyone. NO&lt;br /&gt;But right now, I really want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So go back to calling me a slut, whore, whatever,  whichever sounds better.&lt;br /&gt;With your "real" friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanx  to matt,  maria, allison, steve, and dj. I have people to laugh about this with.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;u</content>
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    <title>bleedingrequiem @ 2003-12-17T14:33:00</title>
    <published>2003-12-17T19:40:28Z</published>
    <updated>2003-12-17T19:40:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">holy shit, I gotta pack my motha fukin bagggssssssss.&lt;br /&gt;and it's fukin snowing there. All I haves a scarf and my blazer. Shit. Ohb well, I'll just freeze my ass off like normal.&lt;br /&gt;ali-</content>
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    <title>you're mine wolverine</title>
    <published>2003-12-17T19:20:54Z</published>
    <updated>2003-12-17T19:39:01Z</updated>
    <lj:music>rancid</lj:music>
    <content type="html">god stop calling meeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;PLease, stop calling me j. I really was doing fine until I heared your voice in my receiver and snap, it was like I got shot. I thought it was over, you went for the bitch and I was suppose to slowly get over you. Weird thing is that I was doing fine actually. I don't need your -i need to talk to u b.shit-because like a dumb cunt I fell for it once, but I asure you I won't fall for it ever again. Man I really don't want to hear it. It's like that Nelly furtado song:&lt;br /&gt;* I remember the day, when I was, so eager to satisfy you and be less then I was just to prove, I could stand beside you...*&lt;br /&gt;that it what it was like and that it the way it is going to stay. Baby, I can't do this anymore, but if you really do care about me, you won't come over, you will stop calling. Because I know, that I could and would fall in love with you all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I truly wonder if you want what's best for me.&lt;br /&gt;Wait, no you don't. You want what's best for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but shup up wank because I'm having a good time and you're not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me tell you all who I was talking to before that bitch rudely interepetd us. yes oh yes. matty my little wolverine, man that kid is so chill, I had a good time on the phone with him. oh yea suckas, guess who's going home with him tomorrow? Oh snap!! MEE!! Then we gots to go back to northeast to see my lova' ally and steve in their chorus thingy crap(kiddin ya'll will rok da stage)I thinki we'll go to sawgrass too. I gotta go get a belt. ha 5 finga discount boy.And today, he let me wear that p.i.m.p jacket of his. Shoulda seen all those jealous mofos in the north mall.pshhhhh. Playa hatas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nothing new is happenin here yo, I'm just chewin on my nasty ass gum that I've had since foreva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tasha, I beleive is like on the verge of hating me and that sux major bollocks because I love that girl. MAN of all times to choose and hate me, fucking people gotta choose xmas, now what's up with that nikkas? MAN like major hatin is goin on and I don't like it but at the same time it's like, I really don't care cause I'm not fucking perfect and bitch, neither are you, so chill out wankstas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man I'm so in the mood for some sashimis. oh *drool*. Maybe matt can cook for me tomorrow. wow that's be the swell of all swells.HAHA I'm so carzy off my ass today I don't know why. Good times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well this bitch is out&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;ali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps:brandon, write to me whenever u like, even when ur brotha's bein a cunt haha</content>
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    <title>break me in half and never come back</title>
    <published>2003-12-16T19:28:37Z</published>
    <updated>2003-12-16T19:28:37Z</updated>
    <lj:music>hatebreed</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Man I am in awe with this kid, it's amaziinng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even his notes are like, making me all shy and butterfly like on the inside. I wish that he really told me what was on his mind when I asked him though. I don't want the poor child to be afraid. Not of me, but to tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tasha, Please, don't be mad. There really shouldn't be anything to fight about. I &amp;hearts; u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that I'm good, Talking to malakye right now. Yea don't have to tell you twice what he asked for hoooohhhh. So hungry, my stomach is making weird noises. Gotta eat sooon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh saw a chill-ass movie yesterday, well I rented it. It was ~what's eating Gilbert Grape~&lt;br /&gt;I had seen it before, but it was a long time ago, in french, but I always remembered the part where they were putting board under the floor to keep it from breaking cause she was as big as a whale. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I cried like one when the movie ended and she died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I gotta bring a movie to matt's house when I come over, whatever he wants to do, or hang out, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just said hi to dan...well I tried.&lt;br /&gt;Some people will just stay dicks their whole lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well theres not much to do here but leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps-callin wolverine tonight:-)&lt;br /&gt;ali -is -a -thug is out</content>
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    <title>get ur own</title>
    <published>2003-12-15T19:38:54Z</published>
    <updated>2003-12-15T19:38:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">oh I just found out something. Real nice. Soo happy. thanx u purple haired freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems that when john went to matt's house, he found my underwear and was probably doing a bunch of crap with it...and he even tried it on! That fukin hoeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. He had to show dom and Pat didn't he. Oh you will pay for that john&lt;br /&gt;grrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps-oh yea, I know it is nice, you don't have to tell me that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pss-u know i love u dawg, cuz thats what u are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;</content>
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    <title>pull back a dub</title>
    <published>2003-12-11T23:48:44Z</published>
    <updated>2003-12-11T23:48:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">First of all I would like to say, Iam not ignoring anyone(tasha, lauren) I fukin love you guys(helllo, who else would I end up switching mints with?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Ally, oh boy, I feel so bad for today, but don't worry, you don't have to hide your cute little shy thug face, because you will soon...get it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard, you need to get ur golden ass down here before I go all black on it and ori:talk to me damn it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now everything is settled? Good, good, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok cigarette break...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ali-</content>
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    <title>&amp;hearts;</title>
    <published>2003-12-10T19:40:46Z</published>
    <updated>2003-12-10T19:40:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Even though you are far away, everytime I talk to you it just brings you a little closer. I can almost feel you flowing trough my veins. My only worry-Do you feel the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I don't want to think about this, but I do. I can't help it. For once I wan to have a happy day. I want it to be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-</content>
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    <title>don't tell me not to breath</title>
    <published>2003-12-10T19:36:24Z</published>
    <updated>2003-12-10T19:37:41Z</updated>
    <lj:music>daughters</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Try to be me for once.&lt;br /&gt;It's not that nice anymore, is it?&lt;br /&gt;What did you expect; sunshine, a choir, green grass all around?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dissapointed that you can only see through tinted windows in a dark room and see chances fading with time and the air getting thinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when the water keeps filling up and there's no way out, you just stay there, hanging, weak, suffocating, drowning in your own breath. Looking in-seeing people smile.&lt;br /&gt;You bang on the screen asking for help but no one sees.&lt;br /&gt;Out of sight&lt;br /&gt;out of mind.&lt;br /&gt;You are nothing, they are blind.&lt;br /&gt;This is what it's like; to lose, to fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When rain falls on you like flames, you only have a second to decide where fate's going to bring you next. Will you be ashes scattered on the ground, or a defenseless body laying on the burning asphalt, thrown out to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no time to waste, Don't wait around to be saved. No one here cares. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyturn is like the ticks of a bomb, sudden, quick, sharp like the blink of an eye, only when you open up do you realize;there's no chance, but an option to bury your mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only color you will ever see is the black off a crow, watching you through its peircing eyes, waiting for you to fall, to crawl, to hurt-throught the dirt. Then it will see you're tripping, trying to run. You are afraid and it sences fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look for a place to hide, behind the dark, trying your luck to see if maybe you can cheat death at its own game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will have to carry the blame of your loss on your back like a bunch of over-read books, full of lies in history and cries that can break the glass off a stoplight and the redlight will drip down on you like blood, dripping from the ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DRIP.DRIP.DRIP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a CRASH-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favorate picture falls, the people scream and all you hear is music. You are deaf to emotions and gone with the beat of your own heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mood is eerie, the calling is there. You know you have to go back down again, and suffer with other people's hopes and listen, listen to the sound coming from the radio of silence that tells you it's done, it's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thread slips through my fingers, the curtains appear, I am pushed through  and I awake. I get up. It's another day and unfortunatly, you are a part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do you see now? Do you understand me now?&lt;br /&gt;Because Iam.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing, but the significant one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;</content>
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    <title>leave</title>
    <published>2003-12-09T21:05:41Z</published>
    <updated>2003-12-09T21:05:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Do you fucking get pleasure out of seeing me suffer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you're winning</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bleedingrequiem:15939</id>
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    <title>hotnessfacation</title>
    <published>2003-12-08T23:28:54Z</published>
    <updated>2003-12-08T23:28:54Z</updated>
    <lj:music>tupac</lj:music>
    <content type="html">so my weekend was chill. It basically consisted of tlc(trading spaces) and cooking network watching. Oh boy, I'm I obsessed with the naked chef or what. Man I'd surely like to eat some of that. A man who can cook. How much better does it get. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm all chill, things are...swell, if that's the right way to put it.&lt;br /&gt;I had a great time at lunch today. oh snap. I Wonder why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a new army jacket and my mama made me some a pearl necklace, it's actually quite nifty.&lt;br /&gt;Well tonight's going by pretty slowly. Just listening to some old school musiq-tupac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this bitch is dippin so cia as the french like to say&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps-write to me dick, I miss hearin from you(u know who u are)</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bleedingrequiem:14956</id>
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    <title>learn to buck up</title>
    <published>2003-12-04T17:41:37Z</published>
    <updated>2003-12-05T18:30:04Z</updated>
    <lj:music>goldfrapp</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Early release. I could've left with maria this morning but being the stupid ass cunt that I am, I didn't. So Scott picked her up and they want out, hangin, and I'm stuck here.&lt;br /&gt;No fun, no fun at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So once again there's nothing to do when I go home, like always, get online, talk to bitches, do the usual. I promised steve I wouldn't touch likor so I won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can not wait till I leave, imagine this grl right herre, being on her own in the city for 2 weeks... haha its the life, man its been a long ass time since I've tapped a french ass! Soon, soon sooooooon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;ali-</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bleedingrequiem:14430</id>
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    <title>killing the future</title>
    <published>2003-12-02T19:42:54Z</published>
    <updated>2003-12-02T19:42:54Z</updated>
    <lj:music>blondie</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Man I was just looking at those queer communities and those ppl are obssesed with the way they look. Yes I know there's nothing wrong with that, but only if you're hot. I love the pics especially if they're super kinky. Though, it seems to me that being gay/bi has become a trend. How sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least, I don't have to pretend. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My butter freind ori is going throught some tough shit. She might get kicked out if her parents find out about her relationship with christa. What the fuck tho, she's done nothing wrong, no harm. Nobody's denying the penis here, just adding some cock to it, it evens it all out. More flava baby, just remember...I gotcha back koren*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About other crap, nothing happening here, just tryin to get some hot emo kid to open up(cheer up fucker)now let's all fukin smoke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ali-</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bleedingrequiem:13997</id>
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    <title>john ritchie's my daddy</title>
    <published>2003-12-01T15:36:30Z</published>
    <updated>2003-12-01T15:36:30Z</updated>
    <lj:music>pink floyd</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I don't think it's healthy to want something so bad. Just rots your brain and makes you cry whenever you hear "one love" (u2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had tofurki for thanxgivin and suchi. It was so chill, I asked my mom especially to make that, My step-dad bitched and said that if I didn't eat "the fukin turkey, he'd chove it down my throat" haha..ha. "Was that a threat?" I swear if that bitch touches me...it's going down. So I throughout the whole dinner I was all happy and he was throwin up the tofurki and I laughed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to borders and bought the "John Richie"'s biography(sid vicious for the cunts who don't know what's good for 'em) and spent my whole saturday reading that awesome shit. I love that bia even tho he was the biggest heroin shooter there ever was, ah I love him. I hate it when the beautiful ones die. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So besides that all I did this weekend was paint and mourn over my voice which was gone. I got a postcard from my dad who's in germany. oh yay someone's having fun. That bastardly-cunt. Well he is getting me that hot dig. cam for xmas so I can't bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then last night I saw a ufo, what the hell is wrong with me. Dan was suppose to holla, so we could chill when he got back from panama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyshit, Maria and I are starting a community, to continue what -uhoebullets- started. We think it'll be called ~the french club~ or something super kinky. I'm warning everyone tho, I don't want any bitching because what we talk about is too explicit. Oh I'm sooooo Bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I gotta help maria crack Anthony, man that kid is da shit and so fuckin gorgeous, pshhh if she doesn't tap that I will!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't thought about Jesse for the whole weekend woo-oo...well unt'il now. Hey I'm makin progress so that's all that counts.&lt;br /&gt;later comrades</content>
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    <title>shoot down</title>
    <published>2003-11-26T19:37:03Z</published>
    <updated>2003-11-26T19:37:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">lilith, this icon is dedicated to u babe&lt;br /&gt;ali-</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bleedingrequiem:13197</id>
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    <title>soundtrack of one's mind</title>
    <published>2003-11-25T15:31:57Z</published>
    <updated>2003-11-25T15:31:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">You are the silence in loud&lt;br /&gt;the tear on my cheek&lt;br /&gt;the sound in quiet&lt;br /&gt;the voice when I speak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the reflection in a mirror&lt;br /&gt;the darkness in the light&lt;br /&gt;the footsteps on the ground&lt;br /&gt;the brightness in the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the y in baby&lt;br /&gt;the tune in sorrow&lt;br /&gt;the wings on a bird&lt;br /&gt;the wind that follows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are the drug that kills&lt;br /&gt;the colors in high&lt;br /&gt;the time to take a trip&lt;br /&gt;the blue in the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the skin on bones&lt;br /&gt;the knife in my hand&lt;br /&gt;the cut on my writ&lt;br /&gt;the blood in my veins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the miles to run&lt;br /&gt;the days in week&lt;br /&gt;the rain that falls&lt;br /&gt;the love-I seek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ali&amp;lt;3</content>
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    <title>Lauren saves the day!</title>
    <published>2003-11-24T18:32:43Z</published>
    <updated>2003-11-24T18:32:43Z</updated>
    <lj:music>tupac</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Man fun times with Lauren, that cunt is a trip(haha she hates that word, what a hater)ok hoeee. We laughed our way throught math class and she even cut her thumb with skizors, and it was all bleedin and she put that blood on me and I was all "ewww I don't want your std's!". I love that girl, we are going to go shopping this weekend I think, Wellington mall, it's ass-big and has forever 21, cheap-ass clothes for hott-ass hoes(woo-oo that rhymed)Last time I went to her house she ended up taking nude pix of me, well half naked and we were sending them to our friend guys on aim, it was funny shiat. Next time, I'm behind the camera!!! Man I'm having a good day now, so happy, thanx to u bullet. Maybe I don't need a man to get satisfaction...just a thought.&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way Ori I know this cool chick who wants me to hook u up with her, sad thing is I didn't mention u were with Christa, but don't worry baby, she's all yours!! Lesbians Rule!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;aight, the french hottshit is out&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3</content>
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    <title>I think I'm black...inside</title>
    <published>2003-11-24T15:41:14Z</published>
    <updated>2003-11-24T15:41:14Z</updated>
    <lj:music>dashboard stuff is nifty</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I had the greatest weekend, well not fully more like wonderful saturday. I don't know why but I think I passed out(or just fell asleep) and I had the best trip. It was with someone very special who lives in salt lake city woo-oo. He's what I like to call;a beautifull stranger. So it was awesome and it felt so real, I totally forgot about all my problems and that's better than eatin out an oversized dik. Oh boy. I just can't wait till I leave, far away with my baby, or away from him? I don't know what's best right now. All I know is that Maria and Ori are cumin wit!! Ah I can't wait till I leave from doom. I want to go see someone really bad. That'd make me soo happy. Oh man thers' this girl behind me right now and she's a trip. People crack me up only if they're not crack-whores(maria) or dumb-ass cunts. Anyways I watched a movie when I woke up from my Clint Eastwood collection called~The bridges of Madison County~ oh I cried like a dumped bitch and it felt good. It made me thunk a lot too...yea, hey! Does anyone know that there's porn on l.j.? Yea it's great, I love seein those naked pics of naked dudes and they're bias'. Ah does it get any butter...noo!  &lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha I'm going mad. I feel like listening to some dashboard and cry, Hey EDDY I need my guetar back to play and be all Emo cuz that's just me right. Ok it's like 10 somethin and I need some. Anyone 'round northeast...give me a call.late playas</content>
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    <title>sweetness</title>
    <published>2003-11-20T19:34:47Z</published>
    <updated>2003-11-20T19:34:47Z</updated>
    <lj:music>david bowie</lj:music>
    <content type="html">where-ever you are little biscuit, I will find you.</content>
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