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  <title>I blame this town, this job, these friends.</title>
  <subtitle>Kyle Craft</subtitle>
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    <name>Kyle Craft</name>
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  <updated>2005-08-29T03:56:53Z</updated>
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    <title>i'll be drinking irish tonight</title>
    <published>2005-08-29T03:56:53Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-29T03:56:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">we ran so far, but it was worth the trip, because it made her happy.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:p_for_picasso:13497</id>
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    <title>it's so nice, i wanna hear the same song twice</title>
    <published>2005-05-02T22:54:14Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-02T22:54:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">time for a vacation, eh?</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:p_for_picasso:13077</id>
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    <title>p_for_picasso @ 2005-04-27T20:39:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-28T03:39:49Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-28T03:39:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i want to have sex with lauren auerbach.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:p_for_picasso:12790</id>
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    <title>p_for_picasso @ 2005-03-24T21:26:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-25T04:24:13Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-25T04:24:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">so, who would have thought?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rocky point with that acdc girl.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;capture, capture.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:p_for_picasso:12414</id>
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    <title>p_for_picasso @ 2005-02-08T22:59:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-09T06:21:07Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-02T20:57:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">the boy&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;poisoned&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;to death with testosterone, and was it dave that said, "desire is a reflex."?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:p_for_picasso:12060</id>
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    <title>be better matt</title>
    <published>2005-01-21T06:57:30Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-02T21:00:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">everyone that can, should go to boardwalk cafe friday to see &lt;b&gt;forgotten melody&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;she said&lt;/b&gt;. then on saturday, everyone that can, should go to skrappys to see &lt;b&gt;july july&lt;/b&gt;, and &lt;b&gt;she said&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;ps - i love you matt</content>
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    <title>p_for_picasso @ 2005-01-05T00:08:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-05T07:16:33Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-02T20:57:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">thank you whiskey, for helping me breathe at night. and thank you marijuana, for keeping me sane. ive found myself burried in new books, and old records lately. ive found myself searching, but finding no answers. ive found myself surrounded by so many fucking positive and amazing kids, that it's making me so god damn depressed for reasons i cant explain. im looking forward to starting this job. i'm finally going to move out. i'm finally going to just take off and see something, and not tell anyone until i return. i suppose i'll just keep on searching, until im finally and completely happy in this short short short short life.</content>
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    <title>p_for_picasso @ 2004-12-13T17:12:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-14T00:14:48Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-14T00:14:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">SHOW ON SAT, THE 18TH AT SKRAPPYS 5 BUCKS, 6:30 PM&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- NOTHING IN REGRET&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- SHE SAID&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- FOWLER&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- JULY JULY&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- FORGOTTEN MELODY&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- CAMBRIDGE&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO, AND FROM WHAT I HEAR, PARTY AFTERWARDS FOR THOSE WHO ATTEND THE SHOW.&lt;br /&gt;WHICH MEANS, BEER. POT. SEX. AND MORE. GO. LOVE. DRINK. DIE. HAPPY.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:p_for_picasso:11473</id>
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    <title>p_for_picasso @ 2004-12-04T07:52:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-04T22:41:57Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-04T22:41:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i'm going to chandler tonight,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im very excited to leave tucson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;33</content>
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    <title>p_for_picasso @ 2004-11-22T12:52:00</title>
    <published>2004-11-22T19:58:07Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-22T19:58:07Z</updated>
    <lj:music>and you will know us by the trail of dead</lj:music>
    <content type="html">it's back to the basics&lt;br /&gt;the get up kids, because its raining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm close, almost 100 feet away&lt;br /&gt;from selling my van to buy a vw bug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;july july consists of alcoholics&lt;br /&gt;and they have a show on friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abby goes to la in march&lt;br /&gt;for a long time and im jealous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i go to la soon, &lt;br /&gt;i hope. 11 days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a job, so i can quit rolling&lt;br /&gt;stupid cigarettes, and buy a decent&lt;br /&gt;pack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note to self, wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;band practice. coffee with carly.</content>
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    <title>p_for_picasso @ 2004-11-01T13:24:00</title>
    <published>2004-11-01T20:48:20Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-01T20:48:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">school just isn't important to me right now. it's all those little things that are important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; marlboros.&lt;br /&gt; marijuana.&lt;br /&gt; those amazing people, those amazing friends.&lt;br /&gt; getting high at 6am.&lt;br /&gt; passing time with talk of all we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;los angeles. new york. new jersey.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's all those little things that are important, that aren't really little at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; dressing up like an 80's metal head.&lt;br /&gt; taking pictures, and scraping by.&lt;br /&gt; driving just for the sake of going somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i could live the rest of my life on these little things, my life would be fucking complete. so i'm holding on. as long as i can. seeing how august recently passed, it's return seems so far away. but really, its not. if all goes as planned, next august i will be gone. it's a shitty rv, and its three thousand dollars. it's brew, and bud, loud music, and louder companions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; its &lt;b&gt;love&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; it's everything, &lt;br /&gt; and theres nothing between us and the highways.</content>
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    <title>p_for_picasso @ 2004-10-24T23:43:00</title>
    <published>2004-10-25T07:09:16Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-25T07:09:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">so i'm twenty.&lt;br /&gt;so i'm drunk.&lt;br /&gt;thanks to those who called.&lt;br /&gt;or IMed. &lt;br /&gt;or text'd.&lt;br /&gt;or visited.&lt;br /&gt;or took me downtown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i l o v e you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jenn's mom is wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;she bought me miller high life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my fake tattoos,&lt;br /&gt;my high fives, &lt;br /&gt;my soon-to-be synth.,&lt;br /&gt;my mother fucking bob dylan, &lt;br /&gt;and all the candy that i can &lt;br /&gt;handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had talks tonight.&lt;br /&gt;people in their fourties,&lt;br /&gt;and fifties admire my vision on&lt;br /&gt;life. and we've all reached a conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happiness is the way to go.&lt;br /&gt;travel. live. intoxicate. and love.</content>
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    <title>p_for_picasso @ 2004-10-04T19:48:00</title>
    <published>2004-10-05T02:48:42Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-05T02:48:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Save the Sprites&lt;/b&gt;: kyle, update your lj.</content>
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    <title>PICTURES</title>
    <published>2004-09-20T05:50:31Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-20T05:52:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v235/kyle_effin_craft/DSC00712.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v235/kyle_effin_craft/DSC00711.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex's mom went out of town. Some kids got drunk.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v235/kyle_effin_craft/DSC00723.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Gavi, the Cali kid, decked in my fashion.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v235/kyle_effin_craft/DSC00724.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Rhonndaaa &amp;lt;33&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v235/kyle_effin_craft/DSC00726.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt; Matt's toast to Conor&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v235/kyle_effin_craft/DSC00731.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Marrrriii&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v235/kyle_effin_craft/DSC00740.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Some 13 year old too stoned to pass out&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v235/kyle_effin_craft/DSC00742.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Doozerrr&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v235/kyle_effin_craft/DSC00735.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sam and Eric are best friends!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v235/kyle_effin_craft/DSC00759.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt; Rhonndaaa and myselff&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>p_for_picasso @ 2004-09-13T20:47:00</title>
    <published>2004-09-14T03:48:05Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-14T03:48:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v235/kyle_effin_craft/sept15th.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>VK1</title>
    <published>2004-09-08T06:52:27Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-08T06:52:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i got the very first completed version of the vermicious kinids cd, and it kicks all you kids right in the face with fucking knives sticking out the toes of its shoes, and poison on the tips of the blades that ease into your blood stream and kill every cell in your body until you pass out and never wake up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope i'll be seeing everybody on friday?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vermicious kinids, forgotten melody, july july, sevens ending, and a surprise band?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope i'll be seeing everybody on friday.</content>
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    <title>Crush + Love</title>
    <published>2004-09-06T07:51:38Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-02T20:59:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i love love love my position in life right now. i love my band. i love alcohol. i love marijuana. i love love love the coffee and cigarettes that are shared with rhonda every morning. i love my close friends so much. &lt;br /&gt;july july will be playing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday, sept. 10th, udall park. go.&lt;br /&gt;wednesday, sept. 15th, club congress. go.</content>
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    <title>Brooklyn Is Burning</title>
    <published>2004-08-30T05:48:57Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-30T05:52:05Z</updated>
    <lj:music>head automatica</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i want to get out of tucson in december.&lt;br /&gt;i want to read the da vinci code.&lt;br /&gt;i choose to smoke weed every night to help me sleep.&lt;br /&gt;i choose to take walks every night to help me sleep.&lt;br /&gt;i choose to get drunk at least once a week.&lt;br /&gt;i need to listen to conor more. way more.&lt;br /&gt;i need to get a domino set.&lt;br /&gt;i need to find that girl in the acdc shirt, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;and somehow capture.</content>
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    <title>p_for_picasso @ 2004-08-27T12:03:00</title>
    <published>2004-08-27T19:03:47Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-27T19:09:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">it's becoming routine. a cup of coffee, a cigarette or two, and the get up kids. my mornings are completely incredible.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:p_for_picasso:8185</id>
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    <title>So we're in the studio..</title>
    <published>2004-08-26T04:54:20Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-26T07:35:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v235/kyle_effin_craft/DSC00662.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;things are going alright. the music sounds great, but unfortunately my vocals aren't doing so well. the cd should be out in two weeks. free copies for everyone that loves me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v235/kyle_effin_craft/DSC00663.jpg" height="90%" width="90%"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v235/kyle_effin_craft/DSC00664.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt; this is Darren, the 42 year old badass that's producing our stuff.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Trout Fishing in America</title>
    <published>2004-08-20T06:56:51Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-20T18:20:57Z</updated>
    <lj:music>bob dylan</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i'd like to thank sara, holly, doug, johnny, maggie and jen for coming to visit me at work today, my heart nearly exploded with excitement to see you all. i found myself in my van for a good hour tonight after work, listening to the wonderful bob dylan again. i skimmed through a few more pages of my book, and i smoked three wonderful cigarettes, chased with a dr. pepper. tonight holds nothing promising - probably a couple of swigs off my dad's gin, and a good walk through my neighborhood to yet again, smoke some cigarettes. i'll fall clumbsy into my bed, and read through my book until my eyes start to water, and i'll close them for the night. tomorrow should be awesome because holly has invited me to visit her new dorm room, and after that, my band is going to pour sweat over a long practice. tomorrow night should be a lot like tonight, but if all goes well, i won't be alone in the process. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now for a poem by the amazing Richard Brautigan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I Feel Horrible. She Doesn't&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel horrible. She doesn't&lt;br /&gt;love me and I wander around&lt;br /&gt;the house like a sewing machine&lt;br /&gt;that's just finished sewing&lt;br /&gt;a turd to a garbage can lid.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:p_for_picasso:7450</id>
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    <title>I want to be blind and dumb and have no heart.</title>
    <published>2004-08-16T06:54:52Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-16T06:54:52Z</updated>
    <lj:music>cex</lj:music>
    <content type="html">all of my cute little highschool buddies are resting soft tonight. tomorrow is their first day of school, and i feel bad for them. this time next week though, they can feel bad for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for this upcoming week, i will probably be hanging out with holly, because she is my new friend and she doesnt have highschool to go to tomorrow. or for the rest of the week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holly and i went to go see cex tonight, but we didnt have any money, so we listened from outside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;four things to look forward to ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. almost famous with holly tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;2. dave's arrival on wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;3. studio time on sunday.&lt;br /&gt;4. picking up on page 176.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i forgetting anything ??</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:p_for_picasso:7387</id>
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    <title>If you missed Radiation 4, then you SUCK.</title>
    <published>2004-08-13T06:38:50Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-13T06:38:50Z</updated>
    <lj:music>radiation 4</lj:music>
    <content type="html">yikes, so as it turns out, july july will not be playing on saturday. both matt, and i have to work that night, so we will not be playing, but but, we'll be playing soon, i promise. on another note, tomorrow night is friday the 13th. tomorrow night is also the day after alex's birthday. tomorrow night is also pretty much the end of summer. tomorrow night there is a huge fucking kegger at dillon's house. bring money, bring friends, and if anyone asks who invited you, say &lt;b&gt;matt molina&lt;/b&gt;. also, bring your dancing shoes.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:p_for_picasso:6917</id>
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    <title>A Million Little Pieces.</title>
    <published>2004-08-11T17:54:55Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-11T19:09:20Z</updated>
    <lj:music>the streets</lj:music>
    <content type="html">"..and i drink a cup of coffee and i smoke a couple of cigarettes and the nicotine and the caffeine feel good inside of me. they speed up my heart, slow down my brain, settle my hands, jump-start my feet. they are strong enough so that i can feel their effects, but not strong enough to really do anything significant. i like them and i like the combination they form. one speedy and manic, the other slow and depressing. they ebb and flow so that i experience them on both ends of the spectrum. fast as i can go, low as i can go, everything in between. it's fun playing with the doses and the levels and its fun manipulating the buz. it's like firing a gun at a target. i get the feeling and i get the rush and i get the experience, but there's no danger. i'm in complete control of what i'm doing and what i'm feeling. as in a gunfight, i know that when i switch to the real thing there will be no controlling anything. no fucking way. as much as i can as fast as i can. till i die."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that pretty much explains why i like coffee and cigarettes.&lt;br /&gt;go read the book, &lt;b&gt;a million little pieces&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night i made out with a girl that looks like paris hilton.&lt;br /&gt;this morning i woke up with my back completely covered in graffiti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, this saturday coming up, go to udall park.&lt;br /&gt;july july, forgotten melody, sevens ending, and fowler.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:p_for_picasso:6718</id>
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    <title>#! sketchy bitch</title>
    <published>2004-08-04T20:17:18Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-04T20:17:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">if you ever get the chance, go see la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i might go back in december. &lt;br /&gt;i might go back for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night was good,&lt;br /&gt;i saw a lot of old friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight is the rod stewart concert,&lt;br /&gt;and i've got fourth row tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow will be horrible.</content>
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