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  <title>journey of a lost soul</title>
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  <updated>2005-09-02T05:56:05Z</updated>
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    <title>crosimodo @ 2005-09-02T01:52:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-02T05:56:05Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-02T05:56:05Z</updated>
    <lj:music>MCS- The Future Freaks Me Out</lj:music>
    <content type="html">so i hate livejournal but what the hell im bored so i will update i guess. college is great met a lot of cool ppl miss ppl from home but its great. tonight i went to the movies with alyssa. had a good time. shes cool and we both wanted to see cahrlie and the chocolate factory so i finally went and saw it. had an awesome awesome time. then just chilled in my room with alyssa, jade and some of their friends from town. that was melancholy we will just say that tomorrow football game and then some fun hanging out activities. Fire up chips. Hoosier daddy?(we are playing IU) but i have class at nine so i will talk to you later peace&lt;br /&gt;noah</content>
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    <title>crosimodo @ 2005-08-20T01:11:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-20T05:14:02Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-20T05:14:02Z</updated>
    <lj:music>FOB-nobody puts baby in the corner</lj:music>
    <content type="html">leave for central finally in a couple hours so here is the new address and phone number. Give me a call or send me a letter. peace out muskegon&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;400 E OJIBWAY CT RM 021&lt;br /&gt;MOUNT PLEASANT, MI 48858&lt;br /&gt;(989) 774-4615&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Noah</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:crosimodo:21549</id>
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    <title>Screw Drama/Eat-a-thon</title>
    <published>2005-07-31T06:55:03Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-31T06:55:03Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Tide- Rest</lj:music>
    <content type="html">screw drama it only leads to more and more drama. This whole thing is stupid. yes i am pissed because things were said that demean my charater and that is total bull shit but there is nothing i can do i guess. whatever. I know the truth and so do all of my true friends, and so should you. But believe what you want to believe. doesn't matter to me. I leave for college in less than a month and i know who i will be hanging out with when i come back. Will you make the cut? its not in my hands its in yours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well with that out of the way. I tried to get a hold of abby to fulfill our plans for tonight but i couldnt get a hold of her, so i went and hung out with my "new friends". We went fishing and then went to buckleys where the real fun began. I have never been there before ten so tonight was a night for capitalization of new experiences. THE ALL YOU CAN EAT BUFFET!!!!! Jim origionally was  vagina and didnt want to pay the extra two dollars for THE ALL YOU CAN EAT BUFFET!!!!! but after they were out of his desired chick stip basket(i know its a real surprise that they were out of something!!!) he grew a pair of ball and got the buffet. It started as a friendly endulgence into a prime deal of epic(yes i mean epic) porportions but soon spiraled into a sick and twisted game of eatery made by Mr. William Bailey. A competition was placed in front of us. The game was simple(or so we thought) whoever eats the most plates wins a secret prize chosen by Ms. Sadie Glore and Mr. William Bailey.(which i still dont know what the prize was) and a promise of a free meal by Billy(got sick of writing his proper name) if we finished 8 plates. No Rules applied. Going No. 2 and Vomiting were allowed,acceptable, encouraged, and applied. Me and Jim were neck and neck and were pretty full around plat number five. We wanted to be done, but jim wanted to puke and keep at it. He was unsuccesful in this endeavor but I on the other hand can vomit on command and did so and kept on eating. Jim knew he must continue for the prize was assumed to be great. around plate 7 i was up one half a plate on jim and we both moved on from meatloaf, mashed potatoes, pasta, ribs, chicken, and potato salad to much simpler pudding, and applesauce. I believe plate number 7 was applesauce for the both of us. I am almost done with number 7 when i have an unignorable urge to go no.2. i qickly go and do my business and jim has finished his applesauce. I have two spoonfuls left and feeling like hell i suck it up and take them down. This was trouble! soon after i feel another unavoidable urge to vomit, this time unvoluntary. I quickly head for the door to run around the building to the window where we were currently sitting. however i did not make it to the window. As soon as i get my foot out the door, vomit flies. but only a little bit. I knew more was on the way so again i hustled and bustled to the window, and again i did not make it. I made it to a bush and all that lovely food i had recently eaten, all 7 plates came rumbling up from my stomach, through my esophogas, and out of my mouth. It was extremely painful but satisfactory because now i have more room for another plate for an almost gaurenteed win and a free meal. I go back in and take down another plate of meatballs, rise and meatloaf stuffed to the top. I only needed a half plate for the win and a free meal so why over-exert myself. I finsh the plate and it was the end. The competiton had ended. The prize, i dont know, the free meal.......Billy is four and voided the deal with crossed fingers which was caught on camera. Low blow dude low blow. In conclusion there were no winners or losers in this competion. Both Jim and I earned some respect for our heart, determination, and appetite. We both went through blood, sweat, and tears(minus the blood and tears, but it was really hott in there) to prove ourselves to each other and to everyone who witnessed the events today. But most importantly we saw who was hardcore(me and jim),who were softcocks(Billy) and who just were weirded out, impressed, and intrigued by our silly competion(sadie, alecia, and the two other guys whom i dont know the name). Jim you made me proud tonight and i was glad to be at your side eating tonight. You are still a winner in my book. But in the official eat-a-thon score book i won. But thats not important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok well its time i head out to bed good night all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. anyone wanna go to buckleys tomorrow and get the buffet? jim?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:crosimodo:21346</id>
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    <title>wow its been a long time..........coming and for me to update</title>
    <published>2005-05-14T05:53:35Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-14T06:02:55Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Tim Mcgraw- Red Rag Top</lj:music>
    <content type="html">you have exhausted anything i ever felt for you. mediocricy has been a friend of mine for far too long. Not anymore. You only get what your give apparently doesn't hold true in this situation. I have bent over backwards and gotten shit in return. Apparently our idea of best friends differ greatly. I cannot deal with the pain,fucked up emotions, and drama anymore. This has been a feeling that i thought i have been "dealing" with for quite some time now, when really i am only dealing with it now. I am tired of playing the bad guy when and taking blame when i have done nothing wrong. All i wanted was for a little in return for all i have put in to this friendship, and i haven't gotten 1/1000 of it. You are an amazing person but do not live up to your potential. Your priorities are a little out of order. I have sit back for far too long, feeling jealous because you spend your time with people you talk to maybe once a month, rather than spend a minute with me. But then again if i didnt call you or go way out of my way to even talk to you, we wouldnt talk except for maybe once a month. If this is what you see as a best friend im sorry. That doesnt sound like a best friend activity to me. It actually seems like the exact opposite. I cant continue to do just sit back and settle. Its ridiculous that i have for so long. I do truly love you to death, and thats why i am doing this because i dont want to hold you down, and be a nuisance, which is how it has felt for the past year. Just learn from it. Thats all you can do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't be reckless with other people's hearts, and don't put up with people who are reckless with yours"&lt;br /&gt;-The Sunscreen Song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I looked at her face and then I knew she changed, &lt;br /&gt;My heart turned black and then the sky turned gray! &lt;br /&gt;My heart turned black and then the sky turned gray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I sat in my room for 27 days, &lt;br /&gt;No she never called, I had something to say! &lt;br /&gt;No she never called, I had something to say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know much and I don't know how...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would she put me through such torture, &lt;br /&gt;I would have given my life for her, &lt;br /&gt;She was the one that knocked me over, &lt;br /&gt;Now I'm alone sitting on the corner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I heard she's great and her new boyfriend's lame,&lt;br /&gt;She can go to hell I'll never be the same! &lt;br /&gt;She can go to hell I'll never be the same!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these open wounds will heal with time they say, &lt;br /&gt;My heart turned black and then the sky turned gray!&lt;br /&gt;My heart turned black and then the sky turned gray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know much and I don't know how...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would she put me through such torture, &lt;br /&gt;I would have given my life for her, &lt;br /&gt;She was the one that knocked me over,&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm alone sitting on the corner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was twenty and she was eighteen,&lt;br /&gt;We were just about as wild as we were green,&lt;br /&gt;In the ways of the world.&lt;br /&gt;Well she picked me up in that red rag top,&lt;br /&gt;We were free of the folks and hiding from the cops,&lt;br /&gt;On a summer night, running all the red lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We parked way out in a clearing in a grove,&lt;br /&gt;And the night was as hot as a coal burning stove.&lt;br /&gt;We were cooking with gas&lt;br /&gt;knew it had to last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the back of that red rag top&lt;br /&gt;She said please don’t stop&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Well the very first time her mother met me&lt;br /&gt;Her green eyed girl had been a mother to be, for two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;I was out of a job and she was in school,&lt;br /&gt;And life was fast and the world was cruel,&lt;br /&gt;We were young and wild, we decided not to have a child&lt;br /&gt;So we did what we did and we tried to forget&lt;br /&gt;And we swore up and down, there would be no regrets in the morning light,&lt;br /&gt;But on the way home that night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the back of that red rag top&lt;br /&gt;She said please don’t stop&lt;br /&gt;Loving me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took one more trip around the sun,&lt;br /&gt;But it was all make believe in the end,&lt;br /&gt;No I can’t say where she is today,&lt;br /&gt;I can’t remember who I was back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you do what you do and you pay for your sins,&lt;br /&gt;And there’s no such thing as what might have been&lt;br /&gt;That’s a waste of time, drive you outta’ your mind.&lt;br /&gt;I was stopped at a red light just yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;Beside a young girl in a cabriolet and her eyes were green,&lt;br /&gt;And I was in an old scene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was back in that red rag top&lt;br /&gt;On the day she stopped&lt;br /&gt;Loving me</content>
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    <title>crosimodo @ 2005-04-24T22:23:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-25T02:25:14Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-25T02:25:14Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Thrice- To awake and avenget the dead</lj:music>
    <content type="html">so basically i hate everyone right now. seriously not in a good mood. im sick of having to deal with all this shit so im not anymore. Fuck you ok have a good one bye</content>
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    <title>do it bitches</title>
    <published>2005-03-16T02:19:31Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-16T02:19:31Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Vendetta Red- Accident Sex</lj:music>
    <content type="html">WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF:&lt;br /&gt;» I committed suicide:&lt;br /&gt;» I said I liked you:&lt;br /&gt;» I kissed you:&lt;br /&gt;» I lived next door to you:&lt;br /&gt;» I started smoking:&lt;br /&gt;» I stole something:&lt;br /&gt;» I was hospitalized:&lt;br /&gt;» I ran away from home:&lt;br /&gt;» I got into a fight and you weren't there:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT MY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;» Personality:&lt;br /&gt;» Eyes:&lt;br /&gt;» Face:&lt;br /&gt;» Hair:&lt;br /&gt;» Clothes:&lt;br /&gt;» Mannerisms:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1] Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;[2] Are we friends?&lt;br /&gt;[3] When and how did we meet?&lt;br /&gt;[4] How have I affected you?&lt;br /&gt;[5] What do you think of me?&lt;br /&gt;[6] What's the fondest memory you have of me?&lt;br /&gt;[7] How long do you think we will be friends or enemies?&lt;br /&gt;[8] Do you love me?&lt;br /&gt;[9] Have I ever hurt you?&lt;br /&gt;[10] Would you hug me?&lt;br /&gt;[11] Would you kiss me?&lt;br /&gt;[12] Would you fuck me?&lt;br /&gt;[13] Are we close?&lt;br /&gt;[14] Emotionally, what stands out?&lt;br /&gt;[15] Do you wish I was cooler?&lt;br /&gt;[16] On a scale of 1-10, how attractive am I?&lt;br /&gt;[17] Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.&lt;br /&gt;[18] Am I loveable?&lt;br /&gt;[19] How long have you known me?&lt;br /&gt;[20] Describe me in one word.&lt;br /&gt;[21] What was your first impression?&lt;br /&gt;[22] Do you still think that way about me now?&lt;br /&gt;[23] What do you think my weakness is?&lt;br /&gt;[24] Do you think I'll get married?&lt;br /&gt;[25] What about me makes you happy?&lt;br /&gt;[26] What about me makes you sad?&lt;br /&gt;[27] What reminds you of me?&lt;br /&gt;[28] What's something you would change about me?&lt;br /&gt;[29] How well do you know me?&lt;br /&gt;[30] Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?&lt;br /&gt;[31] Do you think I would kill someone?&lt;br /&gt;[32] Are you going to put this on your journal and see what I say about you?</content>
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    <title>new song</title>
    <published>2005-03-05T05:29:07Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-05T05:29:07Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Tide- Table For Two</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Bleeding Tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight my heart bleeds these tears&lt;br /&gt;filled with pain, and hurt, and all my worst fears&lt;br /&gt;i know its not right&lt;br /&gt;i know its crazy&lt;br /&gt;but still i cant let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i hear his name&lt;br /&gt;violence, it flows through my veins&lt;br /&gt;somehow still only love remains&lt;br /&gt;i fight through although i cannot see&lt;br /&gt;what makes you love him &lt;br /&gt;and not love me&lt;br /&gt;i try, i lie, but still cannot understand&lt;br /&gt;why i continue to fall into these traps again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight my heart bleeds these tears&lt;br /&gt;filled with pain, and hurt, and all my worst fears&lt;br /&gt;i know its not right&lt;br /&gt;i know its crazy&lt;br /&gt;but still i cant let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the happiness you bring to me&lt;br /&gt;overcomes all the pain i see&lt;br /&gt;so i am a fool, i am to blame&lt;br /&gt;its all so different yet still the same&lt;br /&gt;i strive, i bleed, yet still i do&lt;br /&gt;what my addictions tell me to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;through thick and thin&lt;br /&gt;heaven and hell&lt;br /&gt;i still need you&lt;br /&gt;i still need you&lt;br /&gt;i cant handle it myself&lt;br /&gt;you bring me hope&lt;br /&gt;please dont go&lt;br /&gt;please dont go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight my heart bleeds these tears&lt;br /&gt;filled with pain, and hurt, and all my worst fears&lt;br /&gt;i know its not right&lt;br /&gt;i know its crazy&lt;br /&gt;but still i cant let go</content>
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    <title>crosimodo @ 2005-02-28T22:40:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-01T03:46:05Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-01T03:46:05Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Fallout Boy-Pretty in punk</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Old songs that im posting/reposting,and one fallout boy song, all directed to the same person.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Tragedy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take this ship down&lt;br /&gt;throw it all away&lt;br /&gt;i cant live like this no more&lt;br /&gt;liveing in the lies you say&lt;br /&gt;when you take,&lt;br /&gt;me for granted&lt;br /&gt;and torture my heart&lt;br /&gt;i should have known freom the start&lt;br /&gt;that your no good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so kill me now&lt;br /&gt;release me from this agony&lt;br /&gt;take this heart and smash it to the ground&lt;br /&gt;cuz im distraught&lt;br /&gt;from this pain you put me through&lt;br /&gt;cant handle it no more its time for me to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres your knife,&lt;br /&gt;i pulled it from my back&lt;br /&gt;placed ever so perfectly&lt;br /&gt;through the middle of my heart&lt;br /&gt;split in half&lt;br /&gt;its how i feel&lt;br /&gt;betrayed and underminded&lt;br /&gt;by your selfish ways that you confide in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so kill me now&lt;br /&gt;release me from this agony&lt;br /&gt;take this heart and smash it to the ground&lt;br /&gt;cuz im distraught&lt;br /&gt;from this pain you put me through&lt;br /&gt;cant handle it no more its time for me to go&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Heavens Light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this girl i met the other night&lt;br /&gt;was like the heavens first star light&lt;br /&gt;and even if this time cant last&lt;br /&gt;i hope it travels not so fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the artists hands dont make the art&lt;br /&gt;instead they find whats in the heart&lt;br /&gt;and if thats so, its only true&lt;br /&gt;im now an artist since i met you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for youur beauty reflects the sun&lt;br /&gt;our shortened time was filled wiht fun&lt;br /&gt;and so i ask the heavens why&lt;br /&gt;they finally heard these tears i cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see an angel is proof for me&lt;br /&gt;to end my lifes misery&lt;br /&gt;and so i pray that some day soon&lt;br /&gt;ill find this girl among the moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so watch the sky when stars are bright&lt;br /&gt;to see this girl wiht heavens light&lt;br /&gt;becasue till know ive felt defeat&lt;br /&gt;but now for once my soul is complete&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Pretty in Punk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking off that stage tonight,&lt;br /&gt;I know what you're thinking,&lt;br /&gt;and he stands alone because he's high on himself.&lt;br /&gt;But if you only knew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was terrified and would you mind if I sat next to you,&lt;br /&gt;and watched you smile.&lt;br /&gt;So many kids, but I only see you,&lt;br /&gt;and I don't think you notice me.&lt;br /&gt;Well I've seen your boyfriend &lt;br /&gt;and I don't think he treats you right.&lt;br /&gt;But that's none of my business, is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the way you think I am.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the way you think I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only girl who ever gave me the time&lt;br /&gt;was the one who only wanted five minutes of mine.&lt;br /&gt;Knocking boots in the back, how degrading is that?&lt;br /&gt;I decline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was terrified and would you mind if I sat next to you,&lt;br /&gt;and watched you smile.&lt;br /&gt;So many kids, but I only see you,&lt;br /&gt;and I don't think you notice me.&lt;br /&gt;Well I've seen your boyfriend &lt;br /&gt;and I don't think he treats you right.&lt;br /&gt;But that's none of my business, is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the way you think I am.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the way you think I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the way you think I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrighty peace&lt;br /&gt;-Noah</content>
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    <title>crosimodo @ 2005-02-22T20:52:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-23T01:52:54Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-23T01:52:54Z</updated>
    <lj:music>straylight run- Exisentialism on Prom Night</lj:music>
    <content type="html">it takes more time than i've ever had&lt;br /&gt;drains the life from me&lt;br /&gt;makes me want to forget&lt;br /&gt;as young as i was, i felt older back then&lt;br /&gt;more disciplined, stronger and certain&lt;br /&gt;but i was scared to death of eternity&lt;br /&gt;i was saved by grace&lt;br /&gt;but destroyed by naivety&lt;br /&gt;and i lied to myself&lt;br /&gt;and said it was for the best&lt;br /&gt;so now faith is replaced with a logic so cold&lt;br /&gt;i've disregarded what i was&lt;br /&gt;now that i'm older&lt;br /&gt;and i know much more than i did back then&lt;br /&gt;but the more i learn&lt;br /&gt;the more i can't understand&lt;br /&gt;and i've become content with this life that i lead&lt;br /&gt;where i drink to much and don't believe in much of anything&lt;br /&gt;and i lie to myself&lt;br /&gt;and say "it's for the best."&lt;br /&gt;we're moving forward, but holding ourselves back&lt;br /&gt;and we're waiting on something that will never come</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:crosimodo:19959</id>
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    <title>crosimodo @ 2005-02-09T00:00:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-09T05:01:05Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-09T05:01:05Z</updated>
    <lj:music>straylight run- Exisentialism on Prom Night</lj:music>
    <content type="html">when the sun came up &lt;br /&gt;we were sleeping in &lt;br /&gt;sunk inside our blankets &lt;br /&gt;sprawled across the bed &lt;br /&gt;and we were dreaming &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are moments when i know it &lt;br /&gt;and the world revolves around us &lt;br /&gt;and we're keeping it &lt;br /&gt;keeping it all going &lt;br /&gt;this delicate balance &lt;br /&gt;vulnerable &lt;br /&gt;all knowing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sing like you think no one's listening) &lt;br /&gt;you would kill for this &lt;br /&gt;just a little bit &lt;br /&gt;just a little bit &lt;br /&gt;you would kill for this &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sing like you think no one's listening) &lt;br /&gt;you would kill for this &lt;br /&gt;just a little bit &lt;br /&gt;just a little bit &lt;br /&gt;you would.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sing me something soft &lt;br /&gt;sad and delicate &lt;br /&gt;or loud and out of key &lt;br /&gt;sing me anything &lt;br /&gt;we're glad for what we've got &lt;br /&gt;done with what we've lost &lt;br /&gt;our whole lives laid out right in front of us &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sing me something soft &lt;br /&gt;sad and delicate &lt;br /&gt;or loud and out of key &lt;br /&gt;sing me anything</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:crosimodo:19580</id>
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    <title>crosimodo @ 2005-01-19T17:26:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-19T22:37:50Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-19T22:37:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">eventhough i did just say terrible things about my parents in my lj, i do have the best ones in the world, and i feel really bad now because they read that comment, and I saw the dissappointment in my dads eyes, and thats the worst feeling in the world and i feel terrible so i just want everyone to know that i love my parents more than anything in the world &amp;lt;3 peace</content>
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    <title>crosimodo @ 2005-01-18T21:04:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-19T02:05:33Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-19T02:05:33Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Best badn ever-Jet Black New Year</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;table width="400" align="center" border="1" bordercolor="black" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#66CCFF" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 23 Years Old&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;font color="#0000CC" size="+6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  23  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/"&gt;What Age Do You Act?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so do you think this is proof enough to buy? damn me either o well</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:crosimodo:19168</id>
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    <title>crosimodo @ 2005-01-13T18:14:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-13T23:18:40Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-13T23:18:40Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Thursday-Tomorrow i'll be you</lj:music>
    <content type="html">And all I need to know is that I'm something you'll be missin'
&lt;br&gt;
Well, maybe I should hate you for this
&lt;br&gt;
Never really did ever quite get that far
&lt;br&gt;
Maybe I should hate you for this
&lt;br&gt;
Never really did ever quite get that..

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&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'd never lie to you
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Unless I had to, I'll do what I got to
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Unless I had to, I'll do what I got to
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The truth...is you could slit my throat
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And with my one last gasping breath
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I'd apologize for bleeding on your shirt&lt;br&gt;
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:crosimodo:18826</id>
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    <title>crosimodo @ 2005-01-11T23:00:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-12T04:02:18Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-12T04:02:18Z</updated>
    <lj:music>thursday-hole in the world</lj:music>
    <content type="html">wow</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:crosimodo:18542</id>
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    <title>drew and his counterparts</title>
    <published>2004-12-17T04:10:38Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-17T04:10:38Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Thursday-Paris in flames</lj:music>
    <content type="html">drew this is for you. read it and take what you want from it, this sums up my opinion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe that you can just define emo music. I realize that while trying to explain the music to someone who is completely lost that certain key words pop up, but I've heard songs that are completely emo and entail only a guitar and one vocal. I understand what you're attempting to do and I think it's applaudable; I just hate to see this fresh new music genre with such vast potential box itself while it is still an infant. I believe emo could become one of the rare forms of art that just keeps evolving and growing stronger and more diversified while still retaining its original intentions - to drop all the hype and speak to people on the same level while bringing them into your world and sharing your hopes, dreams, fears, beliefs, and convictions - all through a music so emotionally charged, so energetic and yet hypnotizing. Punk Rock could never offer that. Some bands are attempting to pass their brand of punk off as emo. But there is a difference. With any other genre of music a person can study and copy the generally accepted sounds and wham! that's the style. However with emo, the music comes from your heart, your soul, your spirit and that gets translated into vocals and riffs and beats and so on. But you must have some sort of spirit, that special something which gets projected from the music - even through a cd - and reaches a person, an individual and touches them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there you go drew an opinion peace&lt;br /&gt;crossno</content>
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    <title>wow</title>
    <published>2004-12-03T04:43:30Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-03T04:43:30Z</updated>
    <lj:music>none</lj:music>
    <content type="html">its pretty amazing. Floodlight is tomorrow, thats awesome. Tonight was definately interesting. Im glad it happened. I am glad that some people have balls and said how they felt. To all of you involved im proud that you showed your true colors. You are all amazing and some of you are my heroes. I am sorry you had to put up with that for four years. I appreciate you, and you guys make the show in my opinion. Without you truly we would have no show. Your work over the years has been great, and i thank you for all the work and time that you have put in. The past years have been absolutely wonderful. I will miss our fun times we have had. I also want to commend you on your character. You were adults today and handled it the best as possible and perfect.  Again all your true colors were shown today, and so were theirs. Nice job and it is too bad that it happened but good on the other hand cuz it was finally addressed. I wish we could have more shows together but we must move on sometime as well. Good luck and keep on doing such a great jub guys &lt;br /&gt;-Noah</content>
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    <title>You'll always be my Konstantine</title>
    <published>2004-11-22T04:30:11Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-22T04:30:11Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Soco-Konstantine</lj:music>
    <content type="html">pullin out the emo entry now. The only song that matters or means anything at the moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine all the people that you know &lt;br /&gt;And the places that you go &lt;br /&gt;When the lights are turned down low &lt;br /&gt;And I don't understand all the things you've seen &lt;br /&gt;But i'm slipping in between &lt;br /&gt;You and your big dreams &lt;br /&gt;It's always you &lt;br /&gt;In my big dreams &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you tell me that it's over &lt;br /&gt;Wake up lying in a patch of four leaf clovers &lt;br /&gt;And your restless, and i'm naked &lt;br /&gt;You've gotta get out &lt;br /&gt;You can't stand to see me shaking &lt;br /&gt;No &lt;br /&gt;Could you let me go? &lt;br /&gt;I didn't think so &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you don't wanna be here in the future &lt;br /&gt;So you say the present's just a pleasent interruption to the past &lt;br /&gt;And you don't wanna look much closer &lt;br /&gt;Cause your afraid to find out all this hope&lt;br /&gt;You had sent into the sky by now had crashed &lt;br /&gt;And it did &lt;br /&gt;Because of me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then you bring me home &lt;br /&gt;Afraid to find out that you're alone &lt;br /&gt;And I'm sleeping in your living room &lt;br /&gt;But we don't have much room to live &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had these dreams that I learned to play guitar &lt;br /&gt;Maybe cross the country &lt;br /&gt;Become a rock star &lt;br /&gt;And there was hope in me that I could take you there &lt;br /&gt;But dammit you're so young &lt;br /&gt;Well I don't think I care &lt;br /&gt;And if I hurt you &lt;br /&gt;Then I'm sorry &lt;br /&gt;Please don't think that this was easy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you bring me home &lt;br /&gt;Cause we both know what it's like to be alone &lt;br /&gt;And I'm dreaming in your living room &lt;br /&gt;But we don't have much room to live &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Konstantine is walking down the stairs &lt;br /&gt;Doesn't she look good &lt;br /&gt;Standing in her underwear &lt;br /&gt;And I was thinking &lt;br /&gt;What I was thinking &lt;br /&gt;We've been drinking and it doesn't get me anywhere &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Konstantine came walking down the stairs &lt;br /&gt;And all that I could do is touch her long blonde hair &lt;br /&gt;And I've been thinking &lt;br /&gt;It hurts me thinking that these nights&lt;br /&gt;When we were drinking no they never got us anywhere &lt;br /&gt;No &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is because I can spell confusion with a k &lt;br /&gt;And I like it &lt;br /&gt;It's to dying in another's arms and why I had to try it &lt;br /&gt;It's to Jimmy Eat World and those nights in my car &lt;br /&gt;When the first star you see may not be a star &lt;br /&gt;I'm not your star &lt;br /&gt;Isn't that what you said &lt;br /&gt;What you thought this song meant &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if this is what it takes &lt;br /&gt;Just to lie in my mistakes &lt;br /&gt;And live with what I did to you &lt;br /&gt;And all the hell I put you through &lt;br /&gt;I always catch the clock &lt;br /&gt;It's 11:11 &lt;br /&gt;And now you want to talk &lt;br /&gt;It's not hard to dream &lt;br /&gt;You'll always be my Konstantine &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Konstantine, they'll never hurt you like I do &lt;br /&gt;No they'll never hurt you like I do &lt;br /&gt;No, no, no no no no no no &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is to a girl who got into my head &lt;br /&gt;With all the pretty things she did &lt;br /&gt;Hey &lt;br /&gt;You know &lt;br /&gt;You keep me up in bed &lt;br /&gt;This is to a girl who got into my head &lt;br /&gt;With all the fucked up things I did &lt;br /&gt;Hey &lt;br /&gt;Maybe &lt;br /&gt;Baby &lt;br /&gt;You could keep me up in bed &lt;br /&gt;My Konstantine &lt;br /&gt;Spin around me like a dream we played out on this movie Screen &lt;br /&gt;And I said &lt;br /&gt;Did you know I missed you?&lt;br /&gt;Did you know I missed you?&lt;br /&gt;Did you know I missed you?&lt;br /&gt;Did you know I missed you?&lt;br /&gt;Did you know I missed you?&lt;br /&gt;Did you know I missed you?&lt;br /&gt;Did you know I missed you?&lt;br /&gt;Oh god I miss you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then you bring me home &lt;br /&gt;And we'll go to sleep, but this time, not alone, no no &lt;br /&gt;And you'll kiss me in your living room &lt;br /&gt;I know &lt;br /&gt;You'll miss me in your living room &lt;br /&gt;cuz these nights i think maybe that i'll miss you in my living room &lt;br /&gt;We don't have much room &lt;br /&gt;I said does anybody need that room? &lt;br /&gt;Because we all need a little more room &lt;br /&gt;To live &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Konstantine</content>
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    <title>dunno</title>
    <published>2004-11-12T02:38:27Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-12T02:38:27Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Coheed and Cambria- In keeping secrets of silent earth 3</lj:music>
    <content type="html">yeh i havent updated in a while so i guess now is a good time cuz there is nothing else to do. well im grounded og tcaught with booze for the thrice time. Well yeh time to stop that. Shouldnt have ever done it in the first, second or third place but yeh so im grounded till prolly floodlight but whatever i deserve it. now its time to get emo on you all. A lot of my friendships are fading.....fast. which sucks, but i guess its better now than in a couple months when i go off to college. Either way im going to miss them especially the one thats fading the fastest, but whatev life goes on people change. i think im going to go play my guitar, write a song possibly so if there is another post of a song later ill let you all know peace&lt;br /&gt;Noah</content>
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    <title>crosimodo @ 2004-11-01T20:29:00</title>
    <published>2004-11-02T04:32:45Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-02T04:32:45Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Coheed and Cambria- Delirium Trigger</lj:music>
    <content type="html">finally throwin in the towel. i have been hangin on to it for too long should have thrown it in a long time ago, and listened to everyone but whatever its done now. but yeh now less serious im just schilling here in california. last night unfortunatly:(. but o well election is tommorrow hopefully John Squared pulls througfh i have faith they will but im out gotta catch an early flight at 7:45 see you all on wednesday peace.&lt;br /&gt;Noah</content>
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    <title>What the fuck?</title>
    <published>2004-10-07T03:42:35Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-07T03:45:00Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Nickle Creek- This Side</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;table style="font-family : Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; border-collapse: collapse; border: 1px solid black;" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;form action="http://memegen.net/viewmeme.pl?meme=1074671099" method="POST"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan="2" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#DDDD88"&gt;A feel good quiz by &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/cerulean_dreams/"&gt;&lt;font color="#DDDD88"&gt;cerulean_dreams&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;your name is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="your name is..." value="Noah" size="20"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;are gorgeous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;your hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;is envied by many&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;your smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;radiates beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;your body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;is to die for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;your hugs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;are warm and fuzzy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;your kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;is dreamy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;spreads to all around you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="un" value="cerulean_dreams"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="meme" value="1074671099"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Fill Out Your Answers and Try it!"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;font size="-1" color="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;a href="http://memegen.net/"&gt;&lt;font color="#DDDD88"&gt;Quiz created with MemeGen&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol this was cute i must say lol it made me giggle</content>
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    <title>Tell me what you think of this song, i think badass</title>
    <published>2004-10-05T02:09:46Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-05T02:09:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">One day you'll see her and you'll know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;Take her or leave her, she will still be the same.&lt;br /&gt;She'll not try to buy you with her time.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's the same as you will see when she's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's foreign on this side.&lt;br /&gt;And I'll not leave my home again.&lt;br /&gt;There's no place to hide,&lt;br /&gt;And I'm nothin' but scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You dream of colours that have never been made.&lt;br /&gt;You imagine songs that have never been played.&lt;br /&gt;They will try to buy you and your mind.&lt;br /&gt;For only the curious have something to find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's foreign on this side.&lt;br /&gt;And the truth is a bitter friend.&lt;br /&gt;Reasons, few have I,&lt;br /&gt;To go back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your first dawn blinded you, left you cursing the day.&lt;br /&gt;Entrance is crucial and it's not without pain.&lt;br /&gt;There's no path to follow once you're here.&lt;br /&gt;Climb up the slide and then you'll slide down the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's foreign on this side.&lt;br /&gt;But it feels like I'm home again.&lt;br /&gt;There's no place to hide,&lt;br /&gt;But I don't think I'm scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(There's no place to hide.)&lt;br /&gt;(There's no place to hide.)&lt;br /&gt;But I don't think I'm scared.&lt;br /&gt;(There's no place to hide.)&lt;br /&gt;But I don't think I'm scared.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:crosimodo:16732</id>
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    <title>just a little diddy about someone hmm....</title>
    <published>2004-09-29T02:26:24Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-29T02:26:24Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Nickel Creek-Lighthouse Tale</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Half smoked cigarettes and you're the trash &lt;br /&gt;that infests my sheets&lt;br /&gt;can't make a wife out of a whore, &lt;br /&gt;don't want your skin on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you're, and you're addicted to the drug of lust &lt;br /&gt;A de-tox in the cold sweat of shame &lt;br /&gt;and i love your pain&lt;br /&gt;I gave you these roses now but i left in the thorns&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather hurt someone than hurt myself&lt;br /&gt;I'll dispose of you like a lighter out of fuel&lt;br /&gt;I'll lose you somewhere on a dusty shelf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this love's been worn down, &lt;br /&gt;like songs on a tape&lt;br /&gt;The sex has lost all of its fun, &lt;br /&gt;like gum loses taste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you're, you're addicted to the drug of lust, &lt;br /&gt;A de-tox in the cold sweat of shame &lt;br /&gt;and i love your pain&lt;br /&gt;I gave you these roses now but i left in the thorns&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather hurt someone than hurt myself&lt;br /&gt;I'll dispose of you like a lighter out of fuel&lt;br /&gt;I'll lose you somewhere on the shelf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here back in your bed babe&lt;br /&gt;Remember what you said to me &lt;br /&gt;"You can be my james dean, I'll be your sweet queen" &lt;br /&gt;I said that you were my first, but you weren't even close now&lt;br /&gt;Like a frame in a movie, you're just one of many&lt;br /&gt;Can you grant me one last wish&lt;br /&gt;Play russian roulette as we kiss&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your cheap novelty&lt;br /&gt;Blow your brains, oh baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave you these roses now but i left in the thorns&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather hurt someone than hurt myself&lt;br /&gt;I'll dispose of you like a lighter out of fuel&lt;br /&gt;I'll lose you somewhere on the shelf</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:crosimodo:16483</id>
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    <title>crosimodo @ 2004-09-26T21:34:00</title>
    <published>2004-09-27T01:35:58Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-27T01:35:58Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Grateful Dead-Shakedown Street</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;table border="1" bordercolor="#990000" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;form method="POST" action="http://www.go-quiz.com/friendsquiz/friendquiz.php" target="_new"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com/friendsquiz/friendquiz.php"&gt;Do you think you can read my mind?&lt;/a&gt; - From &lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com/"&gt;Go-Quiz.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;About this Friend....&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Guess who?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;your gay you stipd fag&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;select name="thefriend4"&gt;&lt;option value="waynesworld07"&gt;waynesworld07&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="0xnichoelx0"&gt;0xnichoelx0&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="tejch19"&gt;tejch19&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="tookme4granted"&gt;tookme4granted&lt;/option&gt;&lt;/select&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="an4" value="tookme4granted"&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;advanced algebra,pot,music&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;select name="thefriend0"&gt;&lt;option value="waynesworld07"&gt;waynesworld07&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="0xnichoelx0"&gt;0xnichoelx0&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="tejch19"&gt;tejch19&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="tookme4granted"&gt;tookme4granted&lt;/option&gt;&lt;/select&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="an0" value="waynesworld07"&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Bunches and bunches of &amp;lt;3's&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;select name="thefriend2"&gt;&lt;option value="waynesworld07"&gt;waynesworld07&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="0xnichoelx0"&gt;0xnichoelx0&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="tejch19"&gt;tejch19&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="tookme4granted"&gt;tookme4granted&lt;/option&gt;&lt;/select&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="an2" value="tejch19"&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;silly goose&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;select name="thefriend1"&gt;&lt;option value="waynesworld07"&gt;waynesworld07&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="0xnichoelx0"&gt;0xnichoelx0&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="tejch19"&gt;tejch19&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="tookme4granted"&gt;tookme4granted&lt;/option&gt;&lt;/select&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="an1" value="0xnichoelx0"&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="testof" value="Crosimodo"&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Get your score!"&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;form action="http://www.go-quiz.com/friendsquiz/friendquiz.php" method="POST"&gt;LJ Username: &lt;input type="text" name="ljusername"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Make your own Friend Test!"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:crosimodo:16284</id>
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    <title>HAHAHA</title>
    <published>2004-09-21T01:36:22Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-21T01:36:22Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Coheed and Cambria-Delerium Trigger</lj:music>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:crosimodo:16076</id>
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    <title>wow</title>
    <published>2004-09-16T03:25:29Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-16T03:25:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">yeh everything sucks right now. so many things have been goin wrong. i think its about time for my luck to change. maybe the problem is internal? myabe i should just listen to ppl when they tell me the shit, instead of denying what i truly feel inside. i dunno im just talkin crazy now, but it might be time to come to grips with reality and move on.ahhh i dont know what im sayin. wow i suck but yeh peace&lt;br /&gt;crossno</content>
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