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    <title>do_beavas_count @ 2006-03-23T19:18:00</title>
    <published>2006-03-24T00:21:40Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-24T00:21:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Wow. &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;fuck you</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:do_beavas_count:8105</id>
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    <title>do_beavas_count @ 2005-06-12T20:07:00</title>
    <published>2005-06-13T00:11:55Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-13T00:11:55Z</updated>
    <lj:music>her space holiday</lj:music>
    <content type="html">so wow things have changed. not in a bad way just changed. and to think it all happend in one weekend. i hope they arent girls now. that will make me sad. we will all see tommorow. i am nervous.</content>
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    <title>do_beavas_count @ 2005-06-03T17:37:00</title>
    <published>2005-06-03T21:45:02Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-03T21:49:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">if i see sunlight hit you i am sure that we'll both decompose &lt;img src="http://perso.wanadoo.fr/dazeland/Spike.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Air was abundant and the grass never would give up.  He breathed.  He pretended to feel the different elements which made up the air. Nitrogen, oxygen, hydrogen... those were the only ones he could think of.  But he thought that physical understanding and sensing did not at all correspond to memorization.  Oxygen.  "Oxygen is your FINAL electron acceptor" was the most relevant thing to oxygen that was easily extracted from his mind.  The shell around his mind was continuing to harden, to gain stregnth.  It would not be long before learning would be an exhausting task.  Only another ten years or so.  Then his mind would be a snail.  It would move between topics much slower, it would seek more comprehension, but with that would come a resistance to new ideas, to new perspectives.  And soon after that learning would be of the simplest tasks... or maybe nonexistant.  When he was no longer him.  When he had returned back to the inevitable base state of all matter.  When he was the universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya l8r</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:do_beavas_count:7662</id>
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    <title>do_beavas_count @ 2005-06-01T17:56:00</title>
    <published>2005-06-01T22:00:31Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-01T22:00:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">welll well well fuck you all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one writes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im upset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one loves the all and mighty &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bataun twirler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;except for billy jean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to da da loo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but write write write&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;werent any of you in english&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blahhh shezuwa &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will see you all on a later date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye no&lt;br /&gt;fo real</content>
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    <title>do_beavas_count @ 2005-05-16T19:04:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-16T23:17:41Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-19T21:41:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font color="008B8B"&gt;finished smooth just shaving so they're my i now all legs and seksy&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dazeofourlives.com/kidsmoke.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="DC143C"&gt;ovr my cum and up 2 seks me houce &lt;font size="+5"&gt;;-D&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS look for the faces in the pikcha&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>do_beavas_count @ 2005-05-10T19:48:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-10T23:51:14Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-10T23:51:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">im a fly guy&lt;br /&gt;yeah i am fly&lt;br /&gt;im sorta shy&lt;br /&gt;and i like to get high&lt;br /&gt;im a supuh-star&lt;br /&gt;and itll take me rull far&lt;br /&gt;out to your car&lt;br /&gt;look at the stars&lt;br /&gt;take you to a bar&lt;br /&gt;to drink&lt;br /&gt;i think&lt;br /&gt;get a shrink&lt;br /&gt;you dink&lt;br /&gt;yeah alexas mad hot&lt;br /&gt;i wish i had a shot&lt;br /&gt;to be wit her&lt;br /&gt;cus she makes me stir&lt;br /&gt;T</content>
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    <title>do_beavas_count @ 2005-05-09T22:42:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-10T02:45:27Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-10T02:45:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i thought i was careful i never thought i had herpes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why would you ever do a herpes comercial i mean common. well i guess if i got paid i would do it but i mean i bet that girl never gets laid and that is sad. but i guess i shouldnt be talking becaseu i never get laid either. that was pointless but yet it was a topic that i think not many people know about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well goodnight and gooday</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:do_beavas_count:6540</id>
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    <title>do_beavas_count @ 2005-04-20T19:00:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-20T23:04:34Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-20T23:06:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">FO TWENNY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://overgrow.com/images/oftheweek/l33t001.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats good nuggz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://overgrow.com/images/oftheweek/la-mano-negra_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats a tree of nugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-D</content>
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    <title>do_beavas_count @ 2005-04-20T17:50:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-20T21:50:49Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-20T21:50:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">FO TWENNY&lt;br /&gt;ninnys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEACE</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:do_beavas_count:5960</id>
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    <title>do_beavas_count @ 2005-04-20T15:52:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-20T19:56:03Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-20T19:56:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i decided that i think this weekend will be f-a-b-o-l-o-s-o. What a fag am i. but no it will be. i dont want to go to school tommorow, but i have too. Well enough said from i or maybe too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POST BIATCHES</content>
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    <title>do_beavas_count @ 2005-04-17T01:09:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-17T05:10:19Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-17T05:10:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">my name starts with an s and ends with an e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i am not gay</content>
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    <title>do_beavas_count @ 2005-04-12T21:00:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-13T01:02:56Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-13T01:02:56Z</updated>
    <lj:music>xfsdhtgs</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So today was ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm... i have nothing to say at least that i want to say or can say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post shit if you want to... it would be awesome</content>
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    <title>do_beavas_count @ 2005-04-11T16:28:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-11T20:31:36Z</published>
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    <content type="html">am i like the only one who posts in this anymore?&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;anyway today after school i got bit by a fucking ant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.unexco.com/citroant.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe stung</content>
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    <title>do_beavas_count @ 2005-04-03T17:53:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-03T22:04:32Z</published>
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    <content type="html">so today i went up to douglas &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://douglas.wcpss.net/images/MSMap_Ortega.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with eric&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nndb.com/people/360/000058186/schmidt-sized.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we smoked hash and bud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.marijuana-seeds-cannabis.com/images/hash.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the driver room part of one of these (it had doors so it was a little bit of hotboxing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.north-cyprus-properties.com/ncp-machine.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went on the roof&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.losangeleshair.com/Hwood1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to charlies on bikes and picked him up &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.kingdomofthesun.net/playerpics%5CCharlie%20Coley%2003.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to carroll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://careers.mactec.com/info/images/Carroll_Middle.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and smoked some more hash and weed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.punchstock.com/image/artville/1589278/large/fop010.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and went on a little roof thing there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ambienttv.net/ais/space/hostedevents/sushi/pix/dante-knife.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was pretty kowabunga</content>
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    <title>do_beavas_count @ 2005-03-31T21:49:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-01T02:54:50Z</published>
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    <content type="html">so this one time i was walking down the street like having sex with this woman and playing piano and riding a giraffe and shit.  you know just every day stuff like that. so anyway i saw one of my whores get out of some dudes car so i asked her "hey cowwoman did you score me any money"  and she gave me a 100 and we rode away on her jetpack to score some heroin.  we arrived at my dealers mansion and rode through his window (fuckin pig - he didnt even take the glass out for me) and i hit him in the head with a baseball bat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh... nothing like heroin to get rid of that damn opiate withdrawal.</content>
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    <title>do_beavas_count @ 2005-03-31T21:06:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-01T02:09:44Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-01T02:09:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;the dark outside can't hurt you&lt;br /&gt;and I will never desert your bedside&lt;br /&gt;so close them tight&lt;br /&gt;the stars are so glad that they've found you&lt;br /&gt;and on the blankets that surround you&lt;br /&gt;ahey shine their light&lt;br /&gt;they shine their light&lt;br /&gt;so rest your head&lt;br /&gt;and I will be watching from the doorway&lt;br /&gt;as you slip into a perfect, peaceful sleep&lt;br /&gt;and morning will come&lt;br /&gt;in all its simple glory&lt;br /&gt;and you will find the light&lt;br /&gt;and I will be there&lt;br /&gt;standing in your shadow&lt;br /&gt;knowing that you once were mine&lt;br /&gt;all mine, my baby&lt;br /&gt;my baby, my girl&lt;br /&gt;my baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you&lt;br /&gt;and ur beautiful soul.:*~</content>
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    <title>do_beavas_count @ 2005-03-31T16:27:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-31T21:28:36Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-31T21:28:36Z</updated>
    <lj:music>closer cd</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;So today my bus came super de duperdy late and it was raining. i didnt mind though becasue i was splashing in the puddles. So anyways when i was standing outside in the rain my hair got really wet and it look really greasy, and i was also bitting my nails so it looked like i was like on heroin/crack/the magic dragon. You now like in those movies were the crack head is really nevouse that someone has found them out. Well maybe not but that is what i thought of. Yeah i was walking home after my bus dropped me off and i didnt realize that this puddle was so big and i stomped on it and the water splashed up and it wet my panties-that sounded kinda abhorrent- yeah well that was that.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;P.S. whoever posted that picture i didnt know that you knew my dad he is the one in the hat&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;P.S.S &lt;br&gt;write in my lajarnal&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;lovey dovey doo&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>do_beavas_count @ 2005-03-30T21:28:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-31T02:31:29Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-31T02:31:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">saint peter... more like san pedro!  OHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mappamundi.com/gif_file/mappmay.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there was this girl in my Rat Synthesis class and she was so hot she was sitting there wearing like a thong and a bra and like showing off her goods and dancing and getting naked and stuff and like there was this thing in my pants that was sticking out and people were like D00D THAT KIDS GOT A BONA and i was like no d00d its my fukn pants theres something in them. god dont you hate it when people dont believe you.</content>
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    <title>do_beavas_count @ 2005-03-30T20:42:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-31T01:47:25Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-31T01:47:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">ok check dis shit out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i come from the land of fairies with pink wings&lt;br /&gt;who sore like butterflys thru the air&lt;br /&gt;and when they stop they feel like tons of pounds of hair&lt;br /&gt;on my feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i feel them i let out a loud bellow&lt;br /&gt;and they say "i am just floating along,&lt;br /&gt;on this cloud of air, singing my song&lt;br /&gt;on and on and on and on WAOOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am pleased w. this fairies energy&lt;br /&gt;so i stay a little bit and have a chatty&lt;br /&gt;with this little fairy that is deff not a fatty&lt;br /&gt;and we skip home marryly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trahlalalalalala&lt;br /&gt;trahlalalalalla&lt;br /&gt;trah ha halalahAjala&lt;br /&gt;and the tale of fairies goes ooooooonnnnn&lt;br /&gt;and on and on and on and on&lt;br /&gt;forever and ever and ever forever ever and ever for and everrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONE</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:do_beavas_count:3429</id>
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    <title>lalalalalskdjalfkmkvmawer737388fffff!!!&amp;*^$*(%!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title>
    <published>2005-03-30T01:43:14Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-30T01:43:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">hello dawlings......&lt;br /&gt;i like men.&lt;br /&gt;OLD men.</content>
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    <title>do_beavas_count @ 2005-03-29T19:26:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-30T00:29:16Z</published>
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    <lj:music>fat albert biaTCH</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;WOW so i hope i dont get suspended. I was suppose to go to ASD today but i really didnt want to and before spring break Mr. Butler said that if i didnt go i would get suspended. Well whatever i mean if i do that kinda sucks but like freakin A man all i did was be late to class. So yeah i thought this thing was going to be cooler, and lots of people would write in it. Maybe they will later. Gosh darn man i am so bored and i am home by myself and im getting a bit sad. Not like depressed but i just dont like to be home by myslef. Well yeah that is about it. But be haute like couture and post an entry or dont whatevers fly.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>do_beavas_count @ 2005-03-25T19:16:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-26T03:20:42Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff99ff"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!YUCKIES!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/font&gt;so i am watching this movie called Kalifornia and brad pitt is in it and i love brad pitt and he is my hero and my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff99ff"&gt;SEX GOD.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;font color="#000000"&gt;but he is really gross in this movie and he has a chipped tooth and it really makes me kinda like nassaus. So we went to the beach this weekend and we got totally fucked over my the blockade runner. So we took giant poops in their pool and then we left becasue that is how we roll. and it is really gross becasue madeline and emma are spooning and i am like wow i am glad i am making an entry right know so i dont get raped. Yeah so i dont feel like typing anymore so i am going to go and eat some thing becasue i am getting kinda hungry and i also think i got a little bit sunburnt. Write some more entrys and be some super fly katz. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff99ff"&gt;P.S. I LOVE YO-YO'S AND SUNDRESSES.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>do_beavas_count @ 2005-03-24T21:02:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-25T02:04:21Z</published>
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    <content type="html">check it it fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rabbits uv luv&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor walked through the door as the magician buried his face in his hands.  “The results are in,” said the doctor, “all of them.. your elephants, they all have penolythine.  This disease slowly eats away at bones.  When in the head, as is the case with your elephants, it is able to spread to the brain.  If you don’t want them dead, they must have their faces removed.  I’m very sorry”&lt;br /&gt;	“No.  No, this can’t be happening… you’re kidding me, right?  Come on, where’s the camera?”  The magician’s face was filled with question and horror.  The past three years of his life has been devoted to this elephants.  Sure, he had other friends, but the elephants were who he truly bonded with.  Their faces were of incredible beauty but they were nothing compared to their personality.&lt;br /&gt;	“I’m afraid there is no camera, the magician.  It’s the truth.  I will operate on your elephants tomorrow while you are at ‘camp’.”  The doctor rubbed the magicians shoulder and the magician broke into tears and ran out of the office.  On the drive home the magician was furious.  He was taking every opportunity to kill an animal or wreck somebody’s automobile or mailbox.  Someone cursed and he simply showed them one particular finger.&lt;br /&gt;	That night as the magician walked with his elephants in the desert, his head was filled with thoughts and wishes.  “If I feed you the good food will you get better?  You have to get better guys… please?”  The elephants just stared at him with their sad eyes which would soon be gone.&lt;br /&gt;	The magician cried himself to sleep that night.  His dreams were filled with vivid realities of dead elephants and various apocalypses.  The next day at “camp” he wouldn’t talk to any of his friends or do any of his work.  He simply sat there, depressed, fondling his tear-soaked facial hair.  At lunch time he cried all over his food, making it soggy and salty so that only a starving man would eat it.&lt;br /&gt;	A few days later, his two best friends, Perk and Park, were planning to talk with the magician about his problem.  “We’ve got to get him thinking straight.  If he’s not doin’ well on the court, he’s not doin’ well at all,” said Park with great sadness.&lt;br /&gt;	“I know what you mean man.  We should talk to him today at ‘camp,”’ responded Perk to his learre.  However, much to their surprise, the magician was in a state of bliss at school.  He had seemed to have completely been rid of his sorrow.  He was by no means ignorant to the cruel fate that he had been dealt with.  Rather, he did not allow a fact he was forced to live with to cripple him.  He was the old magician again.</content>
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    <title>do_beavas_count @ 2005-03-23T23:52:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-24T04:52:17Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-24T04:52:17Z</updated>
    <lj:music>zooma zoom // mob hits</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i'm such in popular demand.. i figured HEY, why don't i put on my spankies and write an entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE BAMKEID&lt;br /&gt;AND MADELINE BUTLER&lt;br /&gt;AND GERMAN SHEPARDS BECASUE THEY CAN SMELL POT FROM A MILE AWAY&lt;br /&gt;BYE BYE BLACKSHEEP HAVE YOU ANY HOLE WERE I CAN STICK MY CRAYONS AND MY SHOE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so umm thanks a bunch for writing in my LJ and i hope to get sooo-oooo many more comments i love yall so much girlz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dude that was not me an alien came in my body named alicia (no offense darling i love you to pieces) i wasnt really talking about you. anyways and they wrote all this silly amphigory. i am so smart. well nice little tea time weve shared i hope you write again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have two retards that are about to cut my hair so umm have a stupefying time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of love, *kisses*. and have a ambrosial day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps i love you paris</content>
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    <title>do_beavas_count @ 2005-03-23T18:10:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-23T23:12:33Z</published>
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    <lj:music>la LAlalLA</lj:music>
    <content type="html">hi i am cool my name is barbara kickass man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EAT MY PANTIES BITCHEZ</content>
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