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  <title>cool kids belong together</title>
  <subtitle>dance till you !</subtitle>
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    <name>dance till you !</name>
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  <updated>2006-06-09T00:26:11Z</updated>
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    <title>sharpcheddar @ 2006-06-08T20:19:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-09T00:26:11Z</published>
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    <content type="html">there's a mickey of malibu to the left of me on my dad's work desk. i don't exactly know what to do with it. my parents found it in my closet, we talked about it, then settled it. so now it's all swell and good- but i want my mickey back now. my dad has clients in this office so i it's turned into a stand off. i want it back, but i won't take it, they're keeping it there to see if i'll take it. But sooner or later, they'll have a meeting in the office and they'll have to put it away because i don't think they can close a deal with a shiny plastic bottle of clearly teenager liquer on the desk. it's a horrible horrible game of chicken... that makes me thirsty for warmth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roses are red&lt;br /&gt;violets are blue&lt;br /&gt;i'm so unromantic&lt;br /&gt;eat shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week was detox from routine week!</content>
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    <title>to keep a month curt</title>
    <published>2005-09-05T21:29:00Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-05T21:30:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">im back from venezuela. tanned and more vibrant than ever. south america has me stirred. im wearing a t-shirt that has all the venezeulan slang. im sure most of you [my friends] would appreciate it. i miss you guys so damn much.Regina had me thinking about photobooths and confident tears. I have all this time to fill up with screens and books and music and freestyling. before i forget, family rules every love after your first. I spent 10 days in my brown hertiage and loved every fucking second of it. The excitemtn of having a common thing (blood and genes) vitos all small talk. Laughter is plenty if family ties are strong. &lt;br /&gt;school is starting and ive got my clothes ready and my paper and binders waiting for me at home. i miss harriet [who will watch GG with me now?] and im eager to learn. seeyoutomorrowfriends.</content>
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    <title>sharpcheddar @ 2005-01-29T17:13:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-29T22:15:23Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-05T02:31:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Show me a dire peice of poetry, a swinging dance, an (ohhhhhh!) lyric slash freestyle. Then we become friends and add eachother.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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