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 <title>Tricky Boy</title>
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 <description>&lt;!--paging_filter--&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Muse in Black steps up to the Mic&lt;br /&gt;
and seated gently strokes the keys&lt;br /&gt;
His breath is caught&lt;br /&gt;
his eyes are Locked&lt;br /&gt;
but still&lt;br /&gt;
he&#039;s cool, has to stay cool&lt;br /&gt;
as he takes a Drag&lt;br /&gt;
and his pipe-smoke&lt;br /&gt;
tangles with her accent.&lt;br /&gt;
Such a Dark Beauty, he says,&lt;br /&gt;
with tortured lyrics filling floor to ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;
With rising lights come courage:&lt;br /&gt;
Come away with me, he whispers,&lt;br /&gt;
I can cease the sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;
Tricky Boy, she smirks.&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Tue, 17 Oct 2006 08:55:22 +0400</pubDate>
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 <title>Back from the Dead.</title>
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 <description>&lt;!--paging_filter--&gt;&lt;p&gt;SO hey.&lt;br /&gt;
After two years of evolving and growing up, I&#039;m back.&lt;br /&gt;
I seriously doubt I was missed, as I did one incomplete journal Entry and disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;
Any way. The Last thing I blogged about- it became a non issue. I moved on from English, to another useless crush on a Straight Girl, to now, being in college, and being really, really lonely. Isn&#039;t college supposed to be the place where girls get &quot;experimental&quot;? I don&#039;t want to join the campus Rainbow Coalition either- I&#039;m not a preachy kind of person, even about my own sexuality. I believe people have a right to disagree with me, and I don&#039;t want to put myself in a position where I have to ram my beliefs down other people&#039;s throats. I just want to meet girls who might be interested in me, and talk to people about being Bi without being nervous, without all the political crap to go through.&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Mon, 16 Oct 2006 12:25:45 +0400</pubDate>
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 <title>i AM mr. brightside</title>
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 <description>&lt;!--paging_filter--&gt;&lt;p&gt;ggrrgrgrgrr. The other night, i woke up crying. See, this is what happens when people don&#039;t love you as much as you love them, or worse, you can&#039;t say word one to them. I ran into the girl i like last night at the movies. She was with the guy she likes. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You know, there was only one thing harder than watching that, and it was listening to my other friends trash talk her all the way to and from the theatre. I am privy now to the knowledge that said guy she likes doesn&#039;t really like her, he&#039;s &quot;just lonely&quot;. Fucktard. I also know that said other friends revel in this. And all the while I can&#039;t get the nerve up to tell her I like her. What I&#039;d like to do is bitchslap said other friends, kick said guy in his nuts, and yell, &quot;English, I love you, you&#039;re perfect, screw these assholes, let&#039;s go get in your car and make steamy Passionate love in da backseat!!!!&quot;&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Thu, 30 Dec 2004 22:39:08 +0300</pubDate>
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 <title>When you like someone, you....</title>
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 <description>* Flirt like an oversexed orangutan in heat\n* keep your big mouth shut\n* ask your friends to ask him/her if they like you\n* pronounce your undying affection right then and there\n* act cool and uncaring towards them\n</description>
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 <pubDate>Thu, 30 Dec 2004 09:55:47 +0300</pubDate>
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