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    <name>Eliot</name>
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  <updated>2006-05-11T23:42:55Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:squeebothorass:53327</id>
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    <title>Updating so it doesn't delete due to inactivity!</title>
    <published>2006-05-11T23:42:55Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-11T23:42:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">EA Sports Fight Night Round 3 makes me wish I were born a woman so I could have sex with things.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:squeebothorass:53053</id>
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    <title>Boom!</title>
    <published>2004-06-17T00:51:31Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-17T00:51:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Tough actin' Tinactin!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:squeebothorass:52771</id>
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    <title>squeebothorass @ 2003-10-13T19:09:00</title>
    <published>2003-10-14T01:09:26Z</published>
    <updated>2003-10-14T01:09:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, and that one hermaphrodite standing in the back:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new LiveJournal is Cirrhosis</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:squeebothorass:52501</id>
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    <title>The Lost Boys Know (Final Draft)</title>
    <published>2003-10-12T04:25:14Z</published>
    <updated>2003-10-12T04:25:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Fast kids in cars&lt;br /&gt;Your kid's gonna be next&lt;br /&gt;To chew you up&lt;br /&gt;And swallow you whole&lt;br /&gt;And meet your exit soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growin' up fast&lt;br /&gt;We've all got jackboots now&lt;br /&gt;We're movin' out&lt;br /&gt;To find our crowns&lt;br /&gt;And meet our selves again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you ever want to&lt;br /&gt;Follow your way back&lt;br /&gt;To last year's come and gone&lt;br /&gt;Know you're too far gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last memory&lt;br /&gt;I have of me&lt;br /&gt;Was something a bit old&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, one last piece&lt;br /&gt;More for me&lt;br /&gt;It's something a bit old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masterpieces on a high-wire&lt;br /&gt;Fallen angels down below&lt;br /&gt;And all they were&lt;br /&gt;All they desire&lt;br /&gt;All they are is me&lt;br /&gt;I let them down, as they did me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you ever want to&lt;br /&gt;Follow your way back&lt;br /&gt;To last year's come and gone&lt;br /&gt;You know you're too far gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know me, for all I am&lt;br /&gt;Hear me, for I’m deafening&lt;br /&gt;Know your demons&lt;br /&gt;They’re all you are&lt;br /&gt;All you are lies in your ghouls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growin' up fast&lt;br /&gt;We've all got jackboots now&lt;br /&gt;We're movin' out&lt;br /&gt;To find our crowns&lt;br /&gt;And meet our selves again</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:squeebothorass:52177</id>
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    <title>Man, I never would've thought I would say this, but, "OMG!!  THA IZ SOOOO MEE!!"</title>
    <published>2003-10-09T19:48:01Z</published>
    <updated>2003-10-09T19:50:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">OMG!!! THAT TURDEL IZ SOOOO MEE!!! LYK OMG!!!!!!1one" and so on and so forth.  Eat shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/I/icemagick/1049656402_01iconcopy.gif" border="0" alt="You are Raphael!"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are Raphael...People call you a cynic. You&lt;br&gt;prefer the term, "realist." You are&lt;br&gt;tough as nails and anti-social. You are the&lt;br&gt;coolest turtle in my humble opinion :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/icemagick/quizzes/Which%20Ninja%20Turtle%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Ninja Turtle Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, it's like Paige, too.  Except Paige isn't tough.  She's cute.  *prepares to get kicked*</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:squeebothorass:51897</id>
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    <title>Morphine Man</title>
    <published>2003-10-09T02:11:15Z</published>
    <updated>2003-10-09T02:11:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Winter's straight edge&lt;br /&gt;A lonely snow shower&lt;br /&gt;Only around your muse&lt;br /&gt;Only around your mistake&lt;br /&gt;Like the face of death&lt;br /&gt;Staring down your throat&lt;br /&gt;Only around your muse&lt;br /&gt;Only around you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men in lemon lab coats&lt;br /&gt;Trapping thunder&lt;br /&gt;Leaning together&lt;br /&gt;And short of breath&lt;br /&gt;Screaming at the weather&lt;br /&gt;It never quits raining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She counted each flake&lt;br /&gt;That fell inside her&lt;br /&gt;Only around her fuse&lt;br /&gt;Only around her fire&lt;br /&gt;She thought she saw God&lt;br /&gt;In each that brushed her face&lt;br /&gt;Only around her fuse&lt;br /&gt;Only around her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men in lemon lab coats&lt;br /&gt;Trapping thunder&lt;br /&gt;Leaning together&lt;br /&gt;And short of breath&lt;br /&gt;Screaming at the weather&lt;br /&gt;It never quits raining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She drags her energy&lt;br /&gt;With her where she goes&lt;br /&gt;She keeps it on her leash&lt;br /&gt;And her back is so cold&lt;br /&gt;She drags it behind her&lt;br /&gt;She snows in the wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men in lemon lab coats&lt;br /&gt;Trapping thunder&lt;br /&gt;Leaning together&lt;br /&gt;And short of breath&lt;br /&gt;Screaming at the weather&lt;br /&gt;It never quits raining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She counted each flake&lt;br /&gt;That fell inside her&lt;br /&gt;She counted each flake&lt;br /&gt;That fell inside her&lt;br /&gt;She counted each flake&lt;br /&gt;That fell inside her&lt;br /&gt;She counted each flake&lt;br /&gt;That fell inside her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this underworld&lt;br /&gt;She really did see God&lt;br /&gt;It wasn’t in her desire&lt;br /&gt;But full of rosy cheeks&lt;br /&gt;She never would’ve thought&lt;br /&gt;The snow would fall here&lt;br /&gt;But where there’s cold, there’s fire&lt;br /&gt;Where there’s God, there’s death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She crossed the Phantom river&lt;br /&gt;To a land of slivered ghosts&lt;br /&gt;An island of dry lizard skin&lt;br /&gt;A king of kingdom come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In her underworld&lt;br /&gt;Her walls bled with birth&lt;br /&gt;If not in leaky wisdom&lt;br /&gt;Then in fabled ghosts&lt;br /&gt;It was here that she learned&lt;br /&gt;The snow only falls once&lt;br /&gt;And where there’s ghosts, there’s spirit&lt;br /&gt;Where there’s God, there’s death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She flew to burning mountains&lt;br /&gt;To a peak of burning fuel&lt;br /&gt;Sky of crimson sufferings&lt;br /&gt;A king of kingdom come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my underworld&lt;br /&gt;I wish she would fall&lt;br /&gt;Into arms of child-birth&lt;br /&gt;Borne three times again&lt;br /&gt;In the future she will find&lt;br /&gt;It’s too warm for snow&lt;br /&gt;And where there’s birth, there’s women&lt;br /&gt;Where there’s God, there’s death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ascending to a plain sky&lt;br /&gt;A plane on clouds of dust&lt;br /&gt;Over land of new beginnings&lt;br /&gt;Future love and mistrust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As growing old she weakens&lt;br /&gt;But strengthens her own soul&lt;br /&gt;And it’s here her discovery&lt;br /&gt;Is misplaced by thoughts of old&lt;br /&gt;And founded through God and love&lt;br /&gt;She thought she was God&lt;br /&gt;Toying with the bastards&lt;br /&gt;Of her own misaligned thought&lt;br /&gt;She thinks she’s gone insane&lt;br /&gt;She struggles with a new sum&lt;br /&gt;And choking on escape&lt;br /&gt;On the threshold of freedom&lt;br /&gt;She thinks of all the sheep&lt;br /&gt;Lambs, and billy-goats&lt;br /&gt;That couldn’t find truth in her&lt;br /&gt;That couldn’t seek her truth&lt;br /&gt;She knows they will know her&lt;br /&gt;She knows they will kill her&lt;br /&gt;She’s not afraid of what’s next&lt;br /&gt;She’s not afraid of dark waters&lt;br /&gt;With a kiss on revenge’s head&lt;br /&gt;She does what she’s been told&lt;br /&gt;And only when she wakes up&lt;br /&gt;Will she find her new cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this underworld&lt;br /&gt;She really did see God&lt;br /&gt;It wasn’t in her desire&lt;br /&gt;But full of rosy cheeks&lt;br /&gt;She never would’ve thought&lt;br /&gt;The snow would fall here&lt;br /&gt;But where there’s cold, there’s fire&lt;br /&gt;Where there’s God, there’s death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She crossed the Phantom river&lt;br /&gt;To a land of slivered ghosts&lt;br /&gt;An island of dry lizard skin&lt;br /&gt;A king of kingdom come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In her underworld&lt;br /&gt;Her walls bled with birth&lt;br /&gt;If not in leaky wisdom&lt;br /&gt;Then in fabled ghosts&lt;br /&gt;It was here that she learned&lt;br /&gt;The snow only falls once&lt;br /&gt;And where there’s ghosts, there’s spirit&lt;br /&gt;Where there’s God, there’s death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She flew to burning mountains&lt;br /&gt;To a peak of burning fuel&lt;br /&gt;Sky of crimson sufferings&lt;br /&gt;A king of kingdom come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my underworld&lt;br /&gt;I wish she would fall&lt;br /&gt;Into arms of child-birth&lt;br /&gt;Borne three times again&lt;br /&gt;In the future she will find&lt;br /&gt;It’s too warm for snow&lt;br /&gt;And where there’s birth, there’s women&lt;br /&gt;Where there’s God, there’s death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ascending to a plain sky&lt;br /&gt;A plane on clouds of dust&lt;br /&gt;Over land of new beginnings&lt;br /&gt;Future love and mistrust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not the truth that scares her&lt;br /&gt;But the thought that brings her down&lt;br /&gt;If it’s not true, what can she live for?&lt;br /&gt;If it’s not real, then what is truth?&lt;br /&gt;And her demons can surely have her&lt;br /&gt;Her ghouls can gladly eat her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sleeps not to her own hand&lt;br /&gt;But to the hand of herself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a blurry grievance to her own&lt;br /&gt;She thinks of what she lost&lt;br /&gt;She knows he won’t be there&lt;br /&gt;But she knows he will wait&lt;br /&gt;And her demons can surely have her&lt;br /&gt;Her ghouls can gladly eat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sleeps not to her own hand&lt;br /&gt;But to the hand of herself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She counted each flake&lt;br /&gt;That fell inside her&lt;br /&gt;She counted each flake&lt;br /&gt;That fell inside her&lt;br /&gt;She counted each flake&lt;br /&gt;That fell inside her&lt;br /&gt;She counted each flake&lt;br /&gt;That fell inside her.</content>
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    <title>squeebothorass @ 2003-10-03T20:34:00</title>
    <published>2003-10-04T02:34:39Z</published>
    <updated>2003-10-04T02:34:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/N/novemberhorse/1047168468_esktopseer.jpg" border="0" alt="HASH(0x84fea74)"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Seer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/novemberhorse/quizzes/The%20ULTIMATE%20personality%20test/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;The ULTIMATE personality test&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me; you're gay, but you don't know it yet.</content>
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    <title>Martyrdom</title>
    <published>2003-10-03T21:03:11Z</published>
    <updated>2003-10-03T21:03:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">This is how the world will fold&lt;br /&gt;In such majestic pre-show&lt;br /&gt;Like all we want, all we crave&lt;br /&gt;And the little girl we aim&lt;br /&gt;To please&lt;br /&gt;I've shown them how names will grow&lt;br /&gt;Chew them up, spit them out whole&lt;br /&gt;With dagger teeth on their grave&lt;br /&gt;For the little girl we aim&lt;br /&gt;To please&lt;br /&gt;Fighting for a record, skipping&lt;br /&gt;Along sun swallowed scars&lt;br /&gt;Digressing to dodge something tame&lt;br /&gt;And the little girl we aim&lt;br /&gt;To please&lt;br /&gt;You'll surely shake in your shoes&lt;br /&gt;When I tell you all things true&lt;br /&gt;Mustn't end with such a bang&lt;br /&gt;Except that little girl we aim&lt;br /&gt;To please</content>
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    <title>Raped and Rewarded</title>
    <published>2003-10-01T01:01:01Z</published>
    <updated>2003-10-01T01:01:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Of all the painters&lt;br /&gt;In heaven’s kingdom&lt;br /&gt;My sight found&lt;br /&gt;Those droopy eyes&lt;br /&gt;Jesus was a manic&lt;br /&gt;An insomniac too&lt;br /&gt;His pet flagellum&lt;br /&gt;Swimming for the sky&lt;br /&gt;And of all the painters&lt;br /&gt;In God’s green kingdom&lt;br /&gt;I found an answer&lt;br /&gt;I found severed bliss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is suicide&lt;br /&gt;I hold this true&lt;br /&gt;It’s all I’ve found&lt;br /&gt;From wanting you&lt;br /&gt;Love is suicide&lt;br /&gt;Especially you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends, the sinners&lt;br /&gt;And their dated age&lt;br /&gt;They’re decades fast&lt;br /&gt;But so far behind&lt;br /&gt;Perfect patterns&lt;br /&gt;Outlining the sky&lt;br /&gt;And of books and men&lt;br /&gt;I’m only afraid&lt;br /&gt;Ringing with justice&lt;br /&gt;And nothing true&lt;br /&gt;All of my pain&lt;br /&gt;Is screaming for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is suicide&lt;br /&gt;I hold this true&lt;br /&gt;It’s all I’ve found&lt;br /&gt;From wanting you&lt;br /&gt;Love is suicide&lt;br /&gt;Especially you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I did and what I’ve become&lt;br /&gt;What I did and what I’ve become&lt;br /&gt;What I did and what I’ve become&lt;br /&gt;What I did and what I’ve become&lt;br /&gt;What I did and what I’ve become&lt;br /&gt;What I did and what I’ve become&lt;br /&gt;What I did and what I’ve become&lt;br /&gt;How I died is my mystery</content>
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    <title>Sugar &amp; Spice and Eternity</title>
    <published>2003-09-30T02:09:30Z</published>
    <updated>2003-09-30T02:26:46Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Smashing Pumpkins - The Sacred and Profane</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Sell your dreams and wishes&lt;br /&gt;For pies and lies and spies&lt;br /&gt;And children who spy for lies&lt;br /&gt;And their fair share of pies&lt;br /&gt;Spread romance for pearls&lt;br /&gt;And buy pearls for romance&lt;br /&gt;No man is this cheap&lt;br /&gt;No man is so free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And forever, forever&lt;br /&gt;It’s cheap as ever&lt;br /&gt;Forever, forever&lt;br /&gt;Is all so much, for less&lt;br /&gt;Forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smashed trinkets and toys&lt;br /&gt;And upset that little boy&lt;br /&gt;He still lives inside you&lt;br /&gt;And he screams when you lose&lt;br /&gt;Die for that little boy&lt;br /&gt;And let him be free&lt;br /&gt;Children aren’t so bored&lt;br /&gt;Children aren’t so free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And forever, forever&lt;br /&gt;It’s cheap as ever&lt;br /&gt;Forever, forever&lt;br /&gt;Is all so much, for less&lt;br /&gt;Forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pollute the children’s minds&lt;br /&gt;They don’t know but lies&lt;br /&gt;And they can sell you out&lt;br /&gt;For dreams, wishes, pies, lies&lt;br /&gt;Squeeze all bones you see&lt;br /&gt;All children have to eat&lt;br /&gt;No rock is this lucky&lt;br /&gt;No rock is this wet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And forever, forever&lt;br /&gt;It’s cheap as ever&lt;br /&gt;Forever, forever&lt;br /&gt;Is all so much, for less&lt;br /&gt;Forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speak of what you’ve done&lt;br /&gt;But don’t watch what you say&lt;br /&gt;The little boys will get you&lt;br /&gt;The little boys will get you</content>
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    <title>I'm not ugly; I'm just drawn that way.</title>
    <published>2003-09-28T02:54:47Z</published>
    <updated>2003-09-28T02:54:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/stephupsidedwn/1063313182_Theuglyone.JPG" border="0" alt="ugly"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are The Ugly One. No one really likes you. You&lt;br&gt;have Scorisis. You are actully crazy! YOu'll&lt;br&gt;never get a boyfriend. Maybe someday you'll get&lt;br&gt;better friends. Or maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/stephupsidedwn/quizzes/Which%20Teen%20Girls%20Squad%20Member%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Teen Girls Squad Member are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>Nothing   (Paige, if you think this is about you, you have a bigger ego than I)</title>
    <published>2003-09-26T01:46:08Z</published>
    <updated>2003-09-26T01:46:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The men of straw&lt;br /&gt;And the men with wings&lt;br /&gt;Meet every night to speak&lt;br /&gt;Of unspeakable things&lt;br /&gt;Dead gods and&lt;br /&gt;Suicidal love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken, mended socks&lt;br /&gt;Broken glass for the rat&lt;br /&gt;Chewed you up&lt;br /&gt;Spit you out whole&lt;br /&gt;You know, you know&lt;br /&gt;You know your loss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kind of seamless&lt;br /&gt;Time that begs to differ&lt;br /&gt;Meshed with supper&lt;br /&gt;And drowned in hot&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting cold&lt;br /&gt;And nights like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken, mended socks&lt;br /&gt;Broken glass for the rat&lt;br /&gt;Chewed you up&lt;br /&gt;Spit you out whole&lt;br /&gt;You know, you know&lt;br /&gt;You know your loss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for all the no-bodys&lt;br /&gt;For all the boneless babes&lt;br /&gt;You know what you’ll feel&lt;br /&gt;You know what you’ll get&lt;br /&gt;And for that I envy you&lt;br /&gt;For you I envy that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dream kingdom that is&lt;br /&gt;Your hollow death&lt;br /&gt;Where will you show&lt;br /&gt;The romantics their hearts?&lt;br /&gt;Destroy the mind, Burn the soul&lt;br /&gt;Plant poison in your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They’ve stoned you&lt;br /&gt;And they showed you&lt;br /&gt;They’ve stoned you&lt;br /&gt;And showed you who’s right&lt;br /&gt;They’ve stoned you&lt;br /&gt;And they’ve shown you&lt;br /&gt;You can’t forget&lt;br /&gt;What they look like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other side of death&lt;br /&gt;In land or in sea&lt;br /&gt;What will you do&lt;br /&gt;With the tortured souls?&lt;br /&gt;Destroy the body, Burn the mind&lt;br /&gt;Plant poison in the heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They’ve stoned you&lt;br /&gt;And they showed you&lt;br /&gt;They’ve stoned you&lt;br /&gt;And showed you who’s right&lt;br /&gt;They’ve stoned you&lt;br /&gt;And they’ve shown you&lt;br /&gt;You can’t forget&lt;br /&gt;What they look like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for all the no-bodys&lt;br /&gt;For all the boneless babes&lt;br /&gt;You know what you’ll feel&lt;br /&gt;You know what you’ll get&lt;br /&gt;And for that I envy you&lt;br /&gt;For you I envy that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy is woken&lt;br /&gt;By the arms of sleep&lt;br /&gt;His jackboots beside him&lt;br /&gt;His head in their place&lt;br /&gt;He’s led by the boots&lt;br /&gt;And led by the sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He coughs out an answer&lt;br /&gt;And falls back asleep&lt;br /&gt;He’ll wake up later&lt;br /&gt;To blasts of a bleat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other side&lt;br /&gt;Lies the same woman&lt;br /&gt;Her man beside him&lt;br /&gt;Her arms in his place&lt;br /&gt;She’s led by his head&lt;br /&gt;And led by the sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She coughs out an answer&lt;br /&gt;And falls back asleep&lt;br /&gt;She’ll wake up later&lt;br /&gt;To blasts of the bleat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He needs them tonight&lt;br /&gt;She needs him tonight&lt;br /&gt;They play the gun&lt;br /&gt;Of a safe Saturnine&lt;br /&gt;They need each other&lt;br /&gt;As they need the blast&lt;br /&gt;Of a bleat</content>
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    <title>squeebothorass @ 2003-09-25T16:53:00</title>
    <published>2003-09-25T22:53:57Z</published>
    <updated>2003-09-25T22:53:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So today is apparently LivJournalist appreciation day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, fuck you.  All of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh...nothing like blind teenage angst in the morning...er, afternoon.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:squeebothorass:49313</id>
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    <title>The Queens</title>
    <published>2003-09-25T03:06:28Z</published>
    <updated>2003-09-25T03:06:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The darker side of wisdom&lt;br /&gt;Is the better side of you&lt;br /&gt;The crueler side of love&lt;br /&gt;Is the only side there was&lt;br /&gt;And I gave it away&lt;br /&gt;I let you see my me&lt;br /&gt;I gave you away&lt;br /&gt;I let you see too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We built a fire&lt;br /&gt;An effigy of you&lt;br /&gt;To break your fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can’t burn souls in the wind&lt;br /&gt;Can’t burn souls in the snow&lt;br /&gt;You can’t burn shit in the wind&lt;br /&gt;But you can burn in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we’re not worried&lt;br /&gt;For what we have next&lt;br /&gt;It’s not the past but the end&lt;br /&gt;That makes dark men wise&lt;br /&gt;And you gave it away&lt;br /&gt;You let me see me&lt;br /&gt;I gave you away&lt;br /&gt;You let me see too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We built a fire&lt;br /&gt;An effigy of you&lt;br /&gt;To break your fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know how to whimper&lt;br /&gt;I know how to end the world&lt;br /&gt;I know how to explode&lt;br /&gt;But I know how to whimper&lt;br /&gt;And this is how I left you there&lt;br /&gt;This is how I want you now&lt;br /&gt;This Is how I’ll leave myself&lt;br /&gt;With not a blind eye&lt;br /&gt;With not a dry eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll show myself the way out&lt;br /&gt;And leave my scorn on you&lt;br /&gt;Happy, pink, burns, scars&lt;br /&gt;You’ll have more for me&lt;br /&gt;And we gave it away&lt;br /&gt;We let you see me&lt;br /&gt;You gave me away&lt;br /&gt;We let you see too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We built a fire&lt;br /&gt;An effigy of you&lt;br /&gt;To break your fall</content>
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    <title>It</title>
    <published>2003-09-25T02:30:56Z</published>
    <updated>2003-09-25T02:30:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The desolate Other Day&lt;br /&gt;Barren and just dust&lt;br /&gt;Flashes of electricity&lt;br /&gt;Lighting up the world&lt;br /&gt;Arid air that is home&lt;br /&gt;Makes us feel dry&lt;br /&gt;And doomed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only if we stick around&lt;br /&gt;Only if we cannot leave&lt;br /&gt;Only if we want to stay&lt;br /&gt;Only if I trust man&lt;br /&gt;And myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s amazing what it is&lt;br /&gt;And is not, was not&lt;br /&gt;We were what it is&lt;br /&gt;What it is, what it’s not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The eyes are not here&lt;br /&gt;The eyes cannot see&lt;br /&gt;Bring me up to the light&lt;br /&gt;And show me once again&lt;br /&gt;What these eyes can do&lt;br /&gt;Why jaws are broken&lt;br /&gt;And wired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only if we stick around&lt;br /&gt;Only if we cannot leave&lt;br /&gt;Only if we want to stay&lt;br /&gt;Only if I trust man&lt;br /&gt;And myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nickel and a ride&lt;br /&gt;Takes you so far away&lt;br /&gt;A magic year, magic time&lt;br /&gt;But melting all the same&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere we’ll tear&lt;br /&gt;Walls and clocks for&lt;br /&gt;Thine is Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only if we stick around&lt;br /&gt;Only if we cannot leave&lt;br /&gt;Only if we want to stay&lt;br /&gt;Only if I trust man&lt;br /&gt;And myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magnificent it is&lt;br /&gt;And never was not&lt;br /&gt;And it is what it is&lt;br /&gt;And what you were not&lt;br /&gt;It is all, and it is God</content>
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    <title>Psychopath</title>
    <published>2003-09-24T02:43:39Z</published>
    <updated>2003-09-24T20:10:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">And she’s still crying&lt;br /&gt;She’s guilty as charged&lt;br /&gt;Serving me&lt;br /&gt;Changing her and&lt;br /&gt;Changing him&lt;br /&gt;Too much time has been given&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to give it all away&lt;br /&gt;Just to hear me say&lt;br /&gt;“I’m looking to learn&lt;br /&gt;I’m looking to be alone”&lt;br /&gt;Never will I hear those words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man's fallen back&lt;br /&gt;He's just one step out&lt;br /&gt;And he knows&lt;br /&gt;It's all on him now&lt;br /&gt;It's all for him&lt;br /&gt;A man’s obsessed with giving up&lt;br /&gt;He never thought it was enough&lt;br /&gt;And so he's given up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s still crying&lt;br /&gt;He’s still fighting&lt;br /&gt;All the dreams for&lt;br /&gt;Her to breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to give it all away&lt;br /&gt;Just to hear me say&lt;br /&gt;“I‘m afraid of you&lt;br /&gt;But I cannot run”&lt;br /&gt;Never will I hear those words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s still so&lt;br /&gt;Fucking observant&lt;br /&gt;She sees what she&lt;br /&gt;Doesn’t even know I see&lt;br /&gt;She still lies&lt;br /&gt;Like giving gifts&lt;br /&gt;A second nature&lt;br /&gt;It’s what she feels&lt;br /&gt;It’s what she caught&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to give it all away&lt;br /&gt;Just to hear me say&lt;br /&gt;“I‘ll catch you first&lt;br /&gt;Before I let you fall”&lt;br /&gt;Never will I hear those words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking through the words I wasted&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the glass I’ve missed&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the mess you’ve left&lt;br /&gt;It’s so cold, it’s so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s so much alike&lt;br /&gt;She doesn’t realize&lt;br /&gt;What she is&lt;br /&gt;She’s just like what&lt;br /&gt;She wants from me&lt;br /&gt;Thousands of years old, so cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to give it all away&lt;br /&gt;Just to hear me say&lt;br /&gt;“I‘m so damn hungry&lt;br /&gt;I‘m so goddamn cold”&lt;br /&gt;Never will I hear those words</content>
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    <title>squeebothorass @ 2003-09-22T13:04:00</title>
    <published>2003-09-22T19:08:33Z</published>
    <updated>2003-09-22T19:08:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">currents... &lt;br /&gt;wearing: White t-shirt that say "If grunge is dead, how do you explain that shit in my shower?"  Man, I love undershirts and Sharpies.  Also, same jeans as always.&lt;br /&gt;tail of the day: *looks behind*  Air?&lt;br /&gt;eating/drinking: Pepsi &lt;br /&gt;candy: Crispy M&amp;Ms  Or Twix.&lt;br /&gt;subsequent tongue colour: Pink, I suppose&lt;br /&gt;injury: *punches self* Bloody nose&lt;br /&gt;i just finished: Writing "*punches self*  Bloody nose"&lt;br /&gt;i'm just about to: take a shower&lt;br /&gt;thinking about: Being on stage with Antihero&lt;br /&gt;avoiding: taking a shower &lt;br /&gt;talking to: Er...no one.&lt;br /&gt;puny hate/annoyance: Bugs &lt;br /&gt;puny love/lust: Lisa Bonet...fuck, she's beautiful&lt;br /&gt;lyrics: "[indistinct]"  Tourette's - Nirvana</content>
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    <title>I know, I know, I'm not Clockwork.  But it was my first choice, damn you!</title>
    <published>2003-09-22T18:37:21Z</published>
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    <title>squeebothorass @ 2003-09-21T20:12:00</title>
    <published>2003-09-22T02:17:35Z</published>
    <updated>2003-09-22T02:17:35Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Smashing Pumpkins - XYU</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'm sick of people thinking I'm angry, and bitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of people thinking they know me, but not knowing me at all.  I know, I know, I sound really fucking cliche right now.  But I don't get pissed off at the world very often, so let me be an angsta-gangsta for now.  I'm just sick of people.  I'm sick of men.  I'm sick of teens.  I'm sick of people thinking they're better than me.  I'm sick of people wanting to be like me.  I'm sick having to hear people bitch like I am now.  I'm sick of making people listen to me bitch.  I'm sick of the entire fucking world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a hermit, I want to kill myself, but fuck that, I've got shit to do.  I've got shit to slap people across the face with, I've got shit to get done.  I wish I could just disappear, but I've got shit to get out, I've got music to make.  I've got art.  I need to get that out.  And when I'm finally sick of it all, I'll disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not angry, and bitter; I'm cynical, and jaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a low self-esteem, but I'm filth.  I don't want to be happy; I tried that, and fuck it.  I'm sick of being blind and ignorant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is actually what the song I wrote today is about, I suppose.  How sick I am of everything.</content>
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    <title>Book-Burners and Milked Bulls</title>
    <published>2003-09-21T23:59:20Z</published>
    <updated>2003-09-21T23:59:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">A special bugle call&lt;br /&gt;Awakens all the men&lt;br /&gt;From their trees&lt;br /&gt;Leper’s screeching pain&lt;br /&gt;Vanishes into dreams&lt;br /&gt;For the men&lt;br /&gt;And they’re marching&lt;br /&gt;They’re marching&lt;br /&gt;Marching past the trees&lt;br /&gt;And the wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scowling down on you&lt;br /&gt;Scorned, jaded, surging filth&lt;br /&gt;Hated for the way&lt;br /&gt;It dissolves you&lt;br /&gt;In waterfalls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A futile searching game&lt;br /&gt;Finds nothing but dust and&lt;br /&gt;Dirty rocks&lt;br /&gt;The party house collapsed&lt;br /&gt;Turned the dusty dirt into&lt;br /&gt;Confetti&lt;br /&gt;And they’re marching&lt;br /&gt;They’re marching&lt;br /&gt;Marching past the dust&lt;br /&gt;And the boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scowling down on you&lt;br /&gt;Scorned, jaded, surging filth&lt;br /&gt;Hated for the way&lt;br /&gt;It dissolves you&lt;br /&gt;In waterfalls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over you, a lonely dove&lt;br /&gt;Bought by renounced love&lt;br /&gt;Cliché curing spells&lt;br /&gt;Naïve little boys&lt;br /&gt;Surrounded&lt;br /&gt;Surrounded again&lt;br /&gt;Crowned and&lt;br /&gt;Denounced again&lt;br /&gt;Two by two and&lt;br /&gt;Lonely again&lt;br /&gt;Animosity&lt;br /&gt;Queen of Amity&lt;br /&gt;A horrific whore&lt;br /&gt;A harlot’s ghoul&lt;br /&gt;A glove, a glove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scowling down on you&lt;br /&gt;Scorned, jaded, surging filth&lt;br /&gt;Hated for the way&lt;br /&gt;It dissolves you&lt;br /&gt;In waterfalls&lt;br /&gt;In waterfalls&lt;br /&gt;Over oasis&lt;br /&gt;In waterfalls&lt;br /&gt;Entrapment</content>
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    <title>I suppose this means I'm sane.</title>
    <published>2003-09-21T04:26:03Z</published>
    <updated>2003-09-21T04:26:03Z</updated>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:squeebothorass:47038</id>
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    <title>Quick Change for the Better</title>
    <published>2003-09-21T03:26:01Z</published>
    <updated>2003-09-21T03:26:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I wrote a series of songs entitled Quick Change For The Better, Quick Change For The Better: Part Two, Quick Change For The Better: The Bitter End, and Quick Change For The Better: Resurrected and Feelign Fine.  I've combined them into one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Earth tilts away &lt;br /&gt;And I can't help but trade &lt;br /&gt;My every lost feeling &lt;br /&gt;For you &lt;br /&gt;It's a nice surprise &lt;br /&gt;But I accept it &lt;br /&gt;My time of year's &lt;br /&gt;Faded away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left with a nice piece &lt;br /&gt;Of the way I was &lt;br /&gt;I never looked back &lt;br /&gt;But I reminisce &lt;br /&gt;I'd be lying &lt;br /&gt;To say good riddance &lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless &lt;br /&gt;You're a piece of me &lt;br /&gt;Now &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help the way it moves &lt;br /&gt;Me &lt;br /&gt;I wish I could have one last day &lt;br /&gt;To see &lt;br /&gt;The way everyone lost me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself gone &lt;br /&gt;But never quit&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back around &lt;br /&gt;Some year &lt;br /&gt;It's the truth &lt;br /&gt;I miss you &lt;br /&gt;But I have to &lt;br /&gt;Move on &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left with a nice piece &lt;br /&gt;Of the way I was &lt;br /&gt;I never looked back &lt;br /&gt;But I reminisce &lt;br /&gt;I'd be lying &lt;br /&gt;To say good riddance &lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless &lt;br /&gt;You're a piece of me &lt;br /&gt;Now &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help the way it moves &lt;br /&gt;Me &lt;br /&gt;I wish I could have one last day &lt;br /&gt;To see &lt;br /&gt;The way everyone lost me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Land of forgotten &lt;br /&gt;Tale of the begotten &lt;br /&gt;It's so far away &lt;br /&gt;So far back &lt;br /&gt;Too far back &lt;br /&gt;But not too far away &lt;br /&gt;To change &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left with a nice piece &lt;br /&gt;Of the way I was &lt;br /&gt;I never looked back &lt;br /&gt;But I reminisce &lt;br /&gt;I'd be lying &lt;br /&gt;To say good riddance &lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless &lt;br /&gt;You're a piece of me &lt;br /&gt;Now &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help the way it moves &lt;br /&gt;Me &lt;br /&gt;I wish I could have one last day &lt;br /&gt;To see &lt;br /&gt;The way everyone lost me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help the way it moves &lt;br /&gt;Me &lt;br /&gt;I wish I could have one last day &lt;br /&gt;To see &lt;br /&gt;The way everyone lost me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never look back &lt;br /&gt;Never feel guilt &lt;br /&gt;But feel loved &lt;br /&gt;Only when it's &lt;br /&gt;True&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life the ultimate enemy&lt;br /&gt;Sold out to all of us&lt;br /&gt;Death the ultimate escape&lt;br /&gt;Yet hesitant we charge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on my toadstool&lt;br /&gt;I follow my own rules&lt;br /&gt;And under my nails&lt;br /&gt;I know it's all so frail&lt;br /&gt;But I know&lt;br /&gt;I can never fail&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to&lt;br /&gt;The motivation of&lt;br /&gt;My wrongs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming faintly&lt;br /&gt;To find an answer&lt;br /&gt;Answers we're not&lt;br /&gt;Ready to solve&lt;br /&gt;But we venture&lt;br /&gt;We won't learn&lt;br /&gt;Yet we see it&lt;br /&gt;And we run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life the ultimate enemy&lt;br /&gt;Sold out to all of us&lt;br /&gt;Death the ultimate escape&lt;br /&gt;Yet hesitant we charge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks to you&lt;br /&gt;I can make my rules&lt;br /&gt;And only now, now&lt;br /&gt;I can get it done&lt;br /&gt;So long&lt;br /&gt;Don't follow me&lt;br /&gt;Papa's got his&lt;br /&gt;Brand new set of&lt;br /&gt;Wings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what'll we do now&lt;br /&gt;We're perfect, and so bored&lt;br /&gt;It looks like happiness&lt;br /&gt;Ain't all it's said to be&lt;br /&gt;Or is it that I'm talking&lt;br /&gt;Not you, only me&lt;br /&gt;Not you, only me&lt;br /&gt;That's all that matters&lt;br /&gt;To me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life the ultimate enemy&lt;br /&gt;Sold out to all of us&lt;br /&gt;Death the ultimate escape&lt;br /&gt;Yet hesitant we charge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm in love again&lt;br /&gt;I know this feeling from my head&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but let it fade&lt;br /&gt;It can't last longer than me&lt;br /&gt;It can't&lt;br /&gt;Last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One foot out the door&lt;br /&gt;I know this is the right choice&lt;br /&gt;But I&lt;br /&gt;Gotta bite the breeze&lt;br /&gt;Before I die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my time is up&lt;br /&gt;I know I’m wrong&lt;br /&gt;But I’m so undone&lt;br /&gt;Can’t help but know&lt;br /&gt;What’s next&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I’m just like you&lt;br /&gt;I’m not with you&lt;br /&gt;I’m wondering&lt;br /&gt;How you&lt;br /&gt;Could cost so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And taken down&lt;br /&gt;Alone, around, now&lt;br /&gt;I remember&lt;br /&gt;How much&lt;br /&gt;You were never there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my time is up&lt;br /&gt;I know I’m wrong&lt;br /&gt;But I’m so undone&lt;br /&gt;Can’t help but know&lt;br /&gt;What’s next&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I should just sleep&lt;br /&gt;Until the sun comes up&lt;br /&gt;And think past all&lt;br /&gt;I’ve left behind&lt;br /&gt;I’ve loved what’s behind&lt;br /&gt;For far too long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One foot out the door&lt;br /&gt;I know this is the right chocie&lt;br /&gt;But I&lt;br /&gt;Gotta bite the breeze&lt;br /&gt;Before I die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it’s so hard&lt;br /&gt;Doin’ it alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I be myself again&lt;br /&gt;Can I pay my only friend&lt;br /&gt;Can I be with them again&lt;br /&gt;Without knowing what’s next&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my time is up&lt;br /&gt;I know I’m wrong&lt;br /&gt;But I’m so undone&lt;br /&gt;Can’t help but know&lt;br /&gt;What’s next&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I one to wonder?&lt;br /&gt;Just where you are now&lt;br /&gt;Is my face any older?&lt;br /&gt;Too old to relate&lt;br /&gt;Do you really need those gloves?&lt;br /&gt;Aren’t I protected enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chased myself&lt;br /&gt;From my own house&lt;br /&gt;My home and heart&lt;br /&gt;My youth, my youth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve made an effigy&lt;br /&gt;But I can’t burn you&lt;br /&gt;In the rain and snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When should I return?&lt;br /&gt;Too far gone, way too long&lt;br /&gt;Can I face your knight?&lt;br /&gt;And be an honest fate&lt;br /&gt;Is dreaming all there was?&lt;br /&gt;Does it lie behind the dunes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chased myself&lt;br /&gt;From my own house&lt;br /&gt;My home and heart&lt;br /&gt;My youth, my youth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve cooked a meal&lt;br /&gt;But I can’t eat you&lt;br /&gt;Without saying grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(echoed)&lt;br /&gt;It’s a distinct voice&lt;br /&gt;With a distinct plan&lt;br /&gt;Such an honest boy&lt;br /&gt;Such an honest men&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you’ve traveled&lt;br /&gt;You’ve traveled too far&lt;br /&gt;Just to see us again&lt;br /&gt;Just to try to pretend&lt;br /&gt;It’s been too long&lt;br /&gt;Too long to pretend&lt;br /&gt;That you want to&lt;br /&gt;Want to see us again&lt;br /&gt;And you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chased myself&lt;br /&gt;From my own house&lt;br /&gt;My home and heart&lt;br /&gt;My youth, my youth</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:squeebothorass:46657</id>
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    <title>Divinity, Divinity</title>
    <published>2003-09-20T03:20:55Z</published>
    <updated>2003-09-20T06:05:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Forty hours and &lt;br /&gt;Forty whores &lt;br /&gt;Severed heads in &lt;br /&gt;My sock drawers &lt;br /&gt;The blood is dripping, dripping, dripping &lt;br /&gt;He’s still rhyming, rhyming, rhyming &lt;br /&gt;He’s in love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blood-sucking eels &lt;br /&gt;Leaches in your meals &lt;br /&gt;Paid tour of pain &lt;br /&gt;It’s fading away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly uncut &lt;br /&gt;Cocaine addict &lt;br /&gt;Jaded life for &lt;br /&gt;All she’s lived for &lt;br /&gt;Nothing left of her, Nothing, Nothing &lt;br /&gt;Fed her limbs to herself, herself, herself &lt;br /&gt;She dreams red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blood-sucking eels &lt;br /&gt;Leaches in your meals &lt;br /&gt;Paid tour of pain &lt;br /&gt;It’s fading away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she’s in love with him &lt;br /&gt;She can never be him &lt;br /&gt;But she knows she’s right &lt;br /&gt;She can’t find a better one &lt;br /&gt;For her to be &lt;br /&gt;She’s not in love with him &lt;br /&gt;Doesn’t want to be with him &lt;br /&gt;But she can’t find a better one &lt;br /&gt;A better man, a better one &lt;br /&gt;So it’s up to her &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forty hours and &lt;br /&gt;Forty whores &lt;br /&gt;Severed heads in &lt;br /&gt;My sock drawers &lt;br /&gt;Clearly uncut &lt;br /&gt;Cocaine addict &lt;br /&gt;Jaded life for &lt;br /&gt;All she’s lived for &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blood-sucking eels &lt;br /&gt;Leaches in your meals &lt;br /&gt;Paid tour of pain &lt;br /&gt;It’s fading away</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:squeebothorass:46570</id>
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    <title>Grace, God, Grace</title>
    <published>2003-09-20T03:19:26Z</published>
    <updated>2003-09-20T03:19:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Sly lover &lt;br /&gt;Slinking like the lynx &lt;br /&gt;You are &lt;br /&gt;Shy lover &lt;br /&gt;Blushing like the brush &lt;br /&gt;That paints red &lt;br /&gt;Foolish lover &lt;br /&gt;Wishing, wishing, wishing &lt;br /&gt;For what cannot be &lt;br /&gt;Foolish lover &lt;br /&gt;Is what you are &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiled for a &lt;br /&gt;Western gal &lt;br /&gt;Sold my soul for &lt;br /&gt;A lost cause &lt;br /&gt;And blown away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cry lover &lt;br /&gt;Get it out while &lt;br /&gt;You can &lt;br /&gt;Tried lover &lt;br /&gt;Been through me an &lt;br /&gt;My torture &lt;br /&gt;Foolish lover &lt;br /&gt;Tripping, tripping, tripping &lt;br /&gt;Towards the words &lt;br /&gt;You cannot be &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiled for a &lt;br /&gt;Western gal &lt;br /&gt;Sold my soul for &lt;br /&gt;A lost cause &lt;br /&gt;And blown away</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:squeebothorass:46126</id>
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    <title>(Hit Me) One Inch Higher</title>
    <published>2003-09-20T03:18:54Z</published>
    <updated>2003-09-20T03:18:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">She don't wanna be produced &lt;br /&gt;She's on our airtime &lt;br /&gt;She's entertainment &lt;br /&gt;She's quite the show &lt;br /&gt;For the slow &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She leaves you around &lt;br /&gt;For more than you need &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's got the &lt;br /&gt;Same old gift &lt;br /&gt;She'd love to share &lt;br /&gt;But she's so old &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can't help but be bored &lt;br /&gt;This world is hers &lt;br /&gt;What would she do &lt;br /&gt;Where would she hold &lt;br /&gt;Anymore? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She leaves you around &lt;br /&gt;For more than you need &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's got the &lt;br /&gt;Same old gift &lt;br /&gt;She'd love to share &lt;br /&gt;But she's so old &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transform her &lt;br /&gt;Into tjhe angel rock &lt;br /&gt;You want &lt;br /&gt;Litter on her &lt;br /&gt;Make her bleed black &lt;br /&gt;And blue &lt;br /&gt;The colors of her soul &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is still brand new &lt;br /&gt;Appearing late nights &lt;br /&gt;In front of you &lt;br /&gt;But not for you &lt;br /&gt;Still got it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's got the &lt;br /&gt;Same old gift &lt;br /&gt;She'd love to share &lt;br /&gt;But she's so old</content>
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