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  <title>But for now we are young, let us lay in the sun....</title>
  <subtitle>And count every beautiful thing we can see.</subtitle>
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    <name>Le Fabuleux Destin de Sophie</name>
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  <updated>2008-06-04T03:39:41Z</updated>
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    <title>moshimoshi_13 @ 2008-06-03T23:30:00</title>
    <published>2008-06-04T03:31:59Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-04T03:39:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Yes, I am fully aware of how lame stuff like this is, but I am bored:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post anything that you want here, and post it anonymously. A story, a secret, a confession, a fear, a love, what you think of me, your parents, boyfriend, anything. Just make it honest. Make sure to post anonymously and honestly. Post as many times as you'd like. Then, put this in your LJ to see what others have to say.&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Comments are screened and 100% anonymous&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; So, don't be shy.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:moshimoshi_13:200107</id>
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    <title>moshimoshi_13 @ 2007-09-08T12:28:00</title>
    <published>2007-09-08T16:29:03Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-08T16:29:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">"I am convinced that each work of art, be it a great work of genius or something very small, has its own life, and it will come to the artist, the composer or the writer or the painter, and say, 'Here I am: compose me; or write me; or paint me'; and the job of the artist is to serve the work. I have never served a work as I would like to, but I do try, with each book, to serve to the best of my ability, and this attempt at serving is the greatest privilege and the greatest joy that I know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P Madeleine L'Engle.</content>
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    <title>moshimoshi_13 @ 2007-08-18T16:06:00</title>
    <published>2007-08-18T20:08:44Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-18T20:08:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I just found this and it made me laugh. It's a conversation from last April, when my mom was working at Harvard so she lived in Boston for a few months while my sister, dad and I stayed in Toronto. She got msn so she could keep in contact with us easily. And yeah, she was hilarious on msn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is something else beyond, he isn't scared because it's bound to be less boring than today. says:&lt;br /&gt;I made myself an egg.&lt;br /&gt;MOMMY says:&lt;br /&gt;I made myself a linguist&lt;br /&gt;MOMMY says:&lt;br /&gt;(get it?!)&lt;br /&gt;MOMMY says:&lt;br /&gt;so how is life as an egg?&lt;br /&gt;MOMMY says:&lt;br /&gt;seriously, now, what kind of egg?&lt;br /&gt;If there is something else beyond, he isn't scared because it's bound to be less boring than today. says:&lt;br /&gt;Fried.&lt;br /&gt;MOMMY says:&lt;br /&gt;that is differentk ususally it is scrmabled (like this sentence)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:moshimoshi_13:196111</id>
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    <title>moshimoshi_13 @ 2007-08-14T13:12:00</title>
    <published>2007-08-14T18:36:54Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-24T22:17:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Home alone and bored. I haven't done one of these in a long time. I'll try and make them semi-easy. I actually think I ended up putting the title of the song in most of them (50% of them have the name in them). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 1: Put your MP3 player or whatever on random. &lt;br /&gt;Step 2: Post your favorite line from the first&amp;nbsp;20 songs that play, no matter how embarrassing the song. &lt;br /&gt;Step 3: Post and let everyone you know guess what song and artist the lines come from. &lt;br /&gt;Step 4: Strike out the songs when someone guesses correctly. &lt;br /&gt;Step 5: Looking them up on Google or any other search engine is CHEATING! And cheating is BAD! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. &lt;strike&gt;"You took a white orchid and turned it blue." &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='eek_amelia' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://eek-amelia.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://eek-amelia.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;eek_amelia&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. "The times we had, oh when the wind would blow with rain and snow. We're not all bad. We put our feet just where they had, had to go." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. "I was going round and round the hotel garage, must have been touching close to 94. Oh, but I'm always crashing in the same car." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. &lt;strike&gt;"What’s holding up her face? Nothing but blue skies. Passage ways to windows that don't close." &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='countessmagpyr' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://countessmagpyr.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://countessmagpyr.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;countessmagpyr&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05. "We want two states. North and south. Two, two states." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06. "Procrastinate, it can wait, I put it off. Let's start today!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07. "Tell all the boys and girls from school to keep breaking all the rules, so their parents know they're individuals." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08. "Dusk at cubist castle. All the clouds are in past tense, all the kingdom is in fragments, and these paintings don't make sense." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09. "Started in '87 ended in '89. You got a garage or an amp, we'll play anytime." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;strike&gt;"Tiny vessels oozed into your neck and formed the bruises that you said you didn't want to fade. But they did and so did I that day."&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='runnnn' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://runnnn.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://runnnn.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;runnnn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. "I can't sleep cause it's only four in the morning.&amp;nbsp;I think&amp;nbsp;I ran out of dreams, and&amp;nbsp;I can never be the same without you ruining my life." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;strike&gt;"And oh, I'm not going back to the assholes that made me a perfect display of random acts of hopelessness."&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='eek_amelia' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://eek-amelia.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://eek-amelia.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;eek_amelia&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. "&lt;strike&gt;With cocoa leaves along the border, sweetness sings from every corner. Cars careening from the clouds. The bridges burst and twist around."&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='banjomensch' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://banjomensch.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://banjomensch.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;banjomensch&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;strike&gt;"We don't have to be stars exploding in the night or electric eels under the covers. We don't have to be anything quite so unreal, let's just be lovers."&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='banjomensch' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://banjomensch.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://banjomensch.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;banjomensch&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. "Tear up clothes you used to wear and you act as if you just don't care. Ohhhhhhh, Clair." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;strike&gt;"My friend Goo has a real tattoo. She always knows just what to do. She looks through her hair like she doesn't care. What she does best is stand and stare."&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='runnnn' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://runnnn.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://runnnn.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;runnnn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. &lt;strike&gt;"There are times when I could've murdered her, but you know I would hate anything to happen to her."&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='countessmagpyr' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://countessmagpyr.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://countessmagpyr.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;countessmagpyr&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. "So you took your family and joined in the urban sprawl. Now you can’t see the stars as well but you’re near the mall." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;19.&amp;nbsp;(I needed to put all of this because it's the greatest. The artist of the song is a law nerd just like us!)&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;"So I, pull over to the side of the road &lt;br /&gt;"Son, do you know why I'm stoppin you for?" &lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm young and I'm black and my hat's real low &lt;br /&gt;Or do I look like a mindreader, sir? I don't know &lt;br /&gt;Am I under arrest or should I guess some more? &lt;br /&gt;"Well you was doin fifty-five in the fifty-four; &lt;br /&gt;license and registration and step out of the car - &lt;br /&gt;are you carryin a weapon on you? I know a lot of you are" &lt;br /&gt;I ain't steppin out of shit, all my papers legit &lt;br /&gt;"Well do you mind if I look around the car a little bit?" &lt;br /&gt;Well my glove compartment is locked, so is the trunk in the back &lt;br /&gt;And I know my rights, so you gon' need a warrant for that &lt;br /&gt;"Aren't you sharp as a tack! You should try out &lt;br /&gt;for lawyer or somethin, somebody important or somethin" &lt;br /&gt;Child I ain't passed the bar, but I know a little bit &lt;br /&gt;Enough that you won't illegally search my shit &lt;br /&gt;"Well we'll see how smart you are when the canine comes" &lt;br /&gt;I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one &lt;br /&gt;hit me!"&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='banjomensch' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://banjomensch.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://banjomensch.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;banjomensch&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. "I can never be the one who saves the day, I'm just the man in the music box. It's nothing special, I'm just the man in the music box."</content>
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    <title>moshimoshi_13 @ 2007-07-17T17:21:00</title>
    <published>2007-07-18T00:25:05Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-18T00:25:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm going to post a massive entry in a few weeks. I've been writing down important (or not so important) bits and pieces to remember, in my notebook in point form. But I figured I'd post a link to one of the bands from the Folk Fest, because they were really really amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're called the Fugitives. They mix folk music with spoken word poetry. One song gave me goosebumps when they played it live (Shiny Plastic Bags) and at the end of the song the man sitting beside me breathed out "Jesus..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heather and I saw the woman in the band (Barbara Adler) back in November or October. She was performing at Pedestrian Sunday in Kensington. She kept stopping because she had a whole bunch of snot coming out of her nose, and she was really hilarious about it all. I never got her name, but I've been trying to find her for a while, so when I saw her on stage during the folk fest I got really excited. And her band is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/canadianfugitives"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/canadianfugitives&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check them out. Seriously.</content>
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    <title>moshimoshi_13 @ 2007-07-06T00:19:00</title>
    <published>2007-07-06T04:27:08Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-06T05:17:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I am in pain. :( Stupid wasps. I was innocently standing around in the kitchen, making rice, and belting along with Jack's Mannequin, when this damn wasp decides to fly towards me menacingly. So I did the only rational thing I could think of. I flung myself onto the floor, ducking away from the wasp. Which caused me to pull a muscle in my neck, and now I can't look to my right without hurting myself. Life sucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look nice in my NMH shirt though. And I'm leaving on an adventure in less than a week. So maybe it's not so bad.</content>
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    <title>moshimoshi_13 @ 2007-06-18T13:26:00</title>
    <published>2007-06-18T17:25:39Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-18T17:25:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Simon... Come on baby feed the night&lt;br /&gt;Paulina... "Come on Simon feed me"&lt;br /&gt;Milo... Loosen if you feel uptight&lt;br /&gt;Paulina... "Milo you're so crazy"&lt;br /&gt;Simon... Would you like a lovers bite&lt;br /&gt;Paulina... "Why you always tease me"&lt;br /&gt;Milo... 'Cause we want to &lt;br /&gt;Simon...'Cause we love to&lt;br /&gt;Milo... 'Cause we need to feed the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feed the night with lovers moans&lt;br /&gt;With overtures and undertones&lt;br /&gt;With booty bounce and saxophones&lt;br /&gt;Come on come on and feed it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feed the night with neon lights&lt;br /&gt;With taxicabs and weekend flights&lt;br /&gt;With mini skirts and megabytes&lt;br /&gt;Come on come on and feed it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your bod is so delicious&lt;br /&gt;Your kisses are nutritious&lt;br /&gt;Your buns are bubbaliscious&lt;br /&gt;I fancy your design&lt;br /&gt;I've got to make you mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's dark&lt;br /&gt;It's hot&lt;br /&gt;It's coming for you ready or not dot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feed the night with motorcars&lt;br /&gt;With super dates and pin-up stars&lt;br /&gt;With photo-flash and candy bars&lt;br /&gt;Come on come on and feed it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feed the night when pleasure calls&lt;br /&gt;With microfilm&lt;br /&gt;And mirror balls&lt;br /&gt;With party girls&lt;br /&gt;And bathroom stalls&lt;br /&gt;Come on come on and feed it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's dark&lt;br /&gt;It's hot&lt;br /&gt;It's coming for you ready or not dot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your bod is so delicious&lt;br /&gt;Your kisses are nutritious&lt;br /&gt;Your buns are bubbaliscious&lt;br /&gt;I fancy your design&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're mine, you're mine, you're mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus</content>
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    <title>moshimoshi_13 @ 2007-05-31T07:51:00</title>
    <published>2007-05-31T12:06:29Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-31T12:06:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Shiiiiiit. Jean-Claude Brialy died.</content>
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    <title>moshimoshi_13 @ 2007-05-25T15:26:00</title>
    <published>2007-05-25T19:31:57Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-25T19:31:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">If anyone had any doubts that me and my friends are all going to be obese, here's proof.&amp;nbsp;In a&amp;nbsp;recent trip to the grocery store we bought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 12 cans of black cherry and vanilla coke&lt;br /&gt;- A bag of Milkfuls&lt;br /&gt;- 2 dozen donuts&lt;br /&gt;- 6 packs of Gushers&lt;br /&gt;- 2 packs of three Reese cups&lt;br /&gt;- 1 Mars bar&lt;br /&gt;- A bag of Cheetos&lt;br /&gt;- A bag of Lays salt and vinegar&lt;br /&gt;- A bag of sweet chili heat Doritos&lt;br /&gt;- A bag of Ringolos&lt;br /&gt;- A bag of Swedish Berries&lt;br /&gt;- A bag of Sour Patch Kids&lt;br /&gt;- 2 little bottles of Chubby (cause it's hilarious and reminds us of Chad)&lt;br /&gt;- A box of 6 Dunkaroos&lt;br /&gt;- A box of Reese Puffs&lt;br /&gt;- White cheddar rice cakes (for Siobhan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All to be eaten tonight, between four of us.</content>
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    <title>moshimoshi_13 @ 2007-05-23T20:53:00</title>
    <published>2007-05-24T00:55:10Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-24T00:55:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pitchfork: What goes through your mind when you perform? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chan: "Did I write that down? Did my mom really do that that day? Oh I remember that song, that bird. I feel kinda sick. Oh, that person, that's a beautiful woman. My fingers are sweating." I mean like it &lt;em&gt;never ends&lt;/em&gt;. There's no way it that there could be a set formula for &lt;em&gt;[sarcastically]&lt;/em&gt; "a great show every time!" You know you'd have to be a heroin addict for it to be one set thing all of the time. Or you'd have to be so braindead or so rehearsed and so &lt;em&gt;theatric&lt;/em&gt;. Produced? You'd have to either be really directed and produced, or completely braindead to have consistent... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pitchfork: Premeditated? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chan: Maybe. I don't know. I'm not actually talking about myself. Like &lt;em&gt;[signaling at the photographer]&lt;/em&gt; she's taking a picture of me right now. Maybe she's only thinking about the lighting, or maybe she's thinking, "What is that fucking bitch talking about?" and, "This guy's kind of cute. Are they drinking tea? My back itches." You know what I mean? I mean when Jon Spencer or John Lee Hooker or anyone does what they do. Aretha Franklin or anybody... you know what I mean? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Like Mariah Carey, is she only thinking &lt;em&gt;[mocks her melodramatic melisma and does a screeching vocal scale]&lt;/em&gt;. Is that all she thinks? Or does she think, "My sister has AIDS, I've been raped by my dad, I've been so manipulated, I can't see straight, I'm on anti-depressants, I've got so much money, I don't know who to trust"? Are those things going through her mind? All those projections are so...&lt;em&gt;[trails off]&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>moshimoshi_13 @ 2007-05-23T20:01:00</title>
    <published>2007-05-24T00:05:27Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-24T00:05:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">HEATHER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="content"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Date: &lt;/b&gt;2007-06-03&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bands: &lt;/b&gt;The Flatliners, The Expos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Venue: &lt;/b&gt;Kathedral - Toronto, ON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Doors: &lt;/b&gt;7pm, all ages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think you can handle it? &lt;/div&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:moshimoshi_13:181237</id>
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    <title>moshimoshi_13 @ 2007-05-14T07:47:00</title>
    <published>2007-05-14T12:04:42Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-14T12:04:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;It's sort of early and I have nothing to do until I have to leave to go do what I have to do, so I figured I'd waste some time the best way I know how...stupid livejournal games.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll put down the list of artists from that last post and then I'll start a new game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. Daggers Through The Heart Of St. Angeles - Alexisonfire&lt;br /&gt;02. Grounds For Divorce - Wolf Parade&lt;br /&gt;03. Butcher The Song - Cursive&lt;br /&gt;04. Secondary - Brand New&lt;br /&gt;05. Allison - The Pixies&lt;br /&gt;06. Rock Tonic Juice Magic - Saves The Day&lt;br /&gt;07. Make Me A Chevy - The Promise Ring&lt;br /&gt;08. Forgotten - Gorilla Biscuits&lt;br /&gt;09. Pulmonary Archery - Alexisonfire&lt;br /&gt;10. Sunday Morning - The Velvet Underground&lt;br /&gt;11. Snow Song - Neutral Milk Hotel&lt;br /&gt;12. Carolina - Adam Green&lt;br /&gt;13. In This Home On Ice - Clap Your Hands Say Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;14. Engine - Neutral Milk Hotel&lt;br /&gt;15. Zak And Sara - Ben Folds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="On to the next waste of time..."&gt;1) Put your music player on random&lt;br /&gt;2) For the first 20 tracks, find a picture of the artist via Google Images/Flickr&lt;br /&gt;3) Get your friends to guess the artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. &lt;img alt="" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c101/soooooaps/sufjan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. &lt;img alt="" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c101/soooooaps/bobdylan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. &lt;img alt="" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c101/soooooaps/Savestheday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. &lt;img alt="" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c101/soooooaps/patti.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05. &lt;img alt="" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c101/soooooaps/dashboard.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06. &lt;img alt="" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c101/soooooaps/specials.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07. &lt;img alt="" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c101/soooooaps/architectureinhelsinki.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08. &lt;img alt="" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c101/soooooaps/rancid.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09. &lt;img alt="" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c101/soooooaps/oliviatremorcontrol.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;img alt="" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c101/soooooaps/ChantalGoya.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;img alt="" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c101/soooooaps/somethingcorporate.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;img alt="" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c101/soooooaps/weezer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;img alt="" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c101/soooooaps/Rainermaria.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;img alt="" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c101/soooooaps/jeffbuckley.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;img alt="" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c101/soooooaps/Beck.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;img alt="" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c101/soooooaps/makeshift.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. &lt;img alt="" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c101/soooooaps/TheEarlyNovember.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;img alt="" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c101/soooooaps/pixies.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. &lt;img alt="" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c101/soooooaps/Elliott.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. &lt;img alt="" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c101/soooooaps/BeYourOwnPet.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>Baby Sloth in Panama</title>
    <published>2007-05-10T07:22:20Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-10T07:22:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">
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    &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fDyeNQC0UNg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;
    
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    &lt;br&gt;I pretty much NEED a sloth as a pet. Cutest noise in the world.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:moshimoshi_13:180159</id>
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    <title>moshimoshi_13 @ 2007-05-09T07:48:00</title>
    <published>2007-05-09T21:06:58Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-12T15:19:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Too tired to do anything but this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 1: Put your MP3 player or whatever on random. &lt;br /&gt;Step 2: Post your favorite line from the first 15 songs that play, no matter how embarrassing the song. &lt;br /&gt;Step 3: Post and let everyone you know guess what song and artist the lines come from. &lt;br /&gt;Step 4: Strike out the songs when someone guesses correctly. &lt;br /&gt;Step 5: Looking them up on Google or any other search engine is CHEATING! And cheating is BAD!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. I'm trying hard to forget that cold October day, when love reached beneath her plaid jumper, pulled out a switchblade and drove it directly&amp;nbsp;through the&amp;nbsp;heart of St. Angeles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. You said you hate the sound of the buses on the ground. You said you hate the way they scrape their brakes all over town. I said pretend it's whales keeping their voices down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. And each album I'll get shit on a little more. "Who's Tim's latest whore?" Now, that's not fair, no that's just obscene. I'll stop speaking for you if you stop speaking for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. Past the point of trying and I'm dying here. Secondary. She laughs at every word I know came out completely wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05. &lt;strike&gt;And when the planet hit the sun I saw the face of Allison.&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='gulf_of_mexico' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://gulf-of-mexico.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://gulf-of-mexico.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;gulf_of_mexico&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06. Because you're beautiful, just not on the outside. Light comes from within and your beaming eyes don't seem so bright. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07. I'm not as good as the interstates are, I just can't take you that far. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08. It's not you talking, it's your greed I hear. Nothing means nothing if you're insincere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09. So hop on your rainbow and ride into oblivion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;strike&gt;Sunday morning, praise the dawning. It's just a restless feeling by my side.&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='neefala' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://neefala.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://neefala.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;neefala&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;strike&gt;Like ice cream floats and dreams, I will fill your heart with boats and bells and beans and candy-appled everythings. &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='heethakoipatty' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://heethakoipatty.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://heethakoipatty.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;heethakoipatty&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;strike&gt;Oh, her lips taste just like sunk ships, but her breasts taste just like breakfast.&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='heethakoipatty' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://heethakoipatty.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://heethakoipatty.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;heethakoipatty&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I don't know how you can stand next to me. You talk like a noose and only confuse my perplexity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;strike&gt;For I am an engine and I'm rolling on. The world is all bending and breaking from me. For sweetness alone who flew out through the window and landed back home in a garden of green. &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='heethakoipatty' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://heethakoipatty.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://heethakoipatty.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;heethakoipatty&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;strike&gt;Sara spelled with no 'h' was getting bored on a Peavey amp in 1984, while Zak with no&amp;nbsp;'c' tried out some new guitars, playing Sara-with-no-h's favourite song.&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='aprilflux' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://aprilflux.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://aprilflux.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;aprilflux&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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    <title>moshimoshi_13 @ 2007-05-06T17:36:00</title>
    <published>2007-05-06T21:35:09Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-06T21:35:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Prozzak is officially the best band in the world. And these are officially the best lyrics in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to watch &lt;br /&gt;I like the way you bounce bounce &lt;br /&gt;I like to watch &lt;br /&gt;Ya ya groove 'n' move it &lt;br /&gt;I like to watch &lt;br /&gt;Shake it if you've got it lady &lt;br /&gt;Here's my confession &lt;br /&gt;I like to watch your hot box &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave my house anticipating cruising/using &lt;br /&gt;Down at the discotheque &lt;br /&gt;Night time is for fun &lt;br /&gt;Step to the bar &lt;br /&gt;Drink with me for leisure/pleasure &lt;br /&gt;I spy a frauline &lt;br /&gt;The party's just begun &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to watch &lt;br /&gt;I like the way you bounce bounce &lt;br /&gt;I like to watch &lt;br /&gt;Ya ya groove 'n' move it &lt;br /&gt;I like to watch &lt;br /&gt;Shake it if you've got it lady &lt;br /&gt;Here's my confession &lt;br /&gt;I like to watch your hot box &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got the moves &lt;br /&gt;That make me feel so fly/high &lt;br /&gt;The way you wiggle and jiggle is astounding &lt;br /&gt;Feel the rhythm &lt;br /&gt;It puts you in a trance/dance &lt;br /&gt;You little devil &lt;br /&gt;You've got my heart a pounding &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to watch &lt;br /&gt;I like the way you bounce bounce &lt;br /&gt;I like to watch &lt;br /&gt;Ya ya groove 'n' move it &lt;br /&gt;I like to watch &lt;br /&gt;Shake it if you've got it lady &lt;br /&gt;Here's my confession &lt;br /&gt;I like to watch your hot box &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have papers for being so beautiful &lt;br /&gt;I spy with my eye &lt;br /&gt;Something that is &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll crack your code &lt;br /&gt;Please give up your digits/gigits &lt;br /&gt;Release your data &lt;br /&gt;The contents of your mind &lt;br /&gt;I see you blushing &lt;br /&gt;Adrenaline is flushing/rushing &lt;br /&gt;No need to fear me &lt;br /&gt;I did not come to touch &lt;br /&gt;I I I I I I I I I like to......</content>
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    <title>moshimoshi_13 @ 2007-05-02T11:09:00</title>
    <published>2007-05-02T15:15:22Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-02T15:15:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">How I've spent my sick day so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q29.  I am guessing that it is Jesus of Nazareth?&lt;br /&gt;Right, Wrong, Close &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.    Are you a leader? Yes.  &lt;br /&gt;27.    Were you popular in the '50s? Yes.  &lt;br /&gt;26.    Are you under 40 years old? Irrelevant.  &lt;br /&gt;25.    Do you perform Pop music? No.  &lt;br /&gt;24.    Have you performed live since 2000? No.  &lt;br /&gt;23.    Do you have children? No.  &lt;br /&gt;22.    Do you have long hair? Yes.  &lt;br /&gt;21.    Have you ever written a book? No.  &lt;br /&gt;20.    I guessed that it was Cindy Crawford? Wrong.  &lt;br /&gt;19.    I guessed that it was Janice Dickinson? Wrong.  &lt;br /&gt;18.    Are you a sex symbol? Yes.  &lt;br /&gt;17.    Do you have a catch phrase? No.  &lt;br /&gt;16.    Were you popular in the '80s? Yes.  &lt;br /&gt;15.    Did you star in a blockbuster movie? No.  &lt;br /&gt;14.    Are you part of an association or league? No.  &lt;br /&gt;13.    Are you British? No.  &lt;br /&gt;12.    Do you have dark hair? Yes.  &lt;br /&gt;11.    Are you a chef or cook? No.  &lt;br /&gt;10.    Do you appeal to teenagers? Sometimes.  &lt;br /&gt;9.    Do you wear protective equipment? No.  &lt;br /&gt;8.    Are you young? Irrelevant.  &lt;br /&gt;7.    Are you African American? No.  &lt;br /&gt;6.    Is your sport divided into quarters? Irrelevant.  &lt;br /&gt;5.    Are you attractive? Yes.  &lt;br /&gt;4.    Were you popular in the '90s? Yes.  &lt;br /&gt;3.    Do you use a ball? No.  &lt;br /&gt;2.    Are you an actor? No.  &lt;br /&gt;1.    Are you a singer? No.</content>
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    <title>moshimoshi_13 @ 2007-04-21T23:30:00</title>
    <published>2007-04-22T03:44:27Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-22T03:44:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Sort by song title:&lt;br /&gt;- First Song: "'87" - The Bouncing Souls&lt;br /&gt;- Last Song: "Zurich Is Stained" - Pavement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sort by time:&lt;br /&gt;- Shortest Song: "One Last 'Whoo-hoo!' For The Pullman" - Sufjan Stevens (0:06)&lt;br /&gt;- Longest Song:&amp;nbsp;"Only Skin" - Joanna Newsom (16:53)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sort by album:&lt;br /&gt;-First Song: "Placeholder" - Elliott Smith&lt;br /&gt;-Last Song: "Paper Moon" - Whiskeytown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top 10 Most Played Songs:&lt;br /&gt;1. "I Don't Blame You" - Cat Power&lt;br /&gt;2.&amp;nbsp;"Don't Call Me Whitney, Bobby" - Islands&lt;br /&gt;3. "Gettin' Paid" - The Johnstones&lt;br /&gt;4. "At My Most Beautiful" - R.E.M&lt;br /&gt;5. "Action" - The Johnstones&lt;br /&gt;6. "Mad World" - The Makeshift Heroes&lt;br /&gt;7. "Consequence" - The Notwist&lt;br /&gt;8. "Life Of The Party" - The Planet Smashers&lt;br /&gt;9. "Naomi" - Neutral Milk Hotel&lt;br /&gt;10. "Everything Reminds Me Of Her" - Elliott Smith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First five songs that comes up on Shuffle:&lt;br /&gt;1. "As The Footsteps Die Out Forever" - Catch 22&lt;br /&gt;2. "Too Much Attitude" - The Planet Smashers&lt;br /&gt;3. "Us" - Regina Spektor&lt;br /&gt;4. "Angeles" - Elliott Smith&lt;br /&gt;5. "Monosyllabic Girl" - NOFX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Search...&lt;br /&gt;"Sex", How many songs come up?: 17(Almost all of them are the Sex Pistols)&lt;br /&gt;"Love", How many songs come up?: 103&lt;br /&gt;"You", How many songs come up?: 444&lt;br /&gt;"Death", How many songs come up?:&amp;nbsp;32&lt;br /&gt;"Hate", How many songs come up?: 20&lt;br /&gt;"Wish" How many songs come up?: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of right now:&lt;br /&gt;3291&amp;nbsp;songs, 8.2 days,&amp;nbsp;13.67 GB</content>
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    <title>moshimoshi_13 @ 2007-04-17T18:49:00</title>
    <published>2007-04-17T22:50:35Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;Saying Your Names&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;Richard Siken&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemical names, bird names, names of fire&lt;br /&gt;and flight and snow, baby names, paint names,&lt;br /&gt;delicate names like bones in the body,&lt;br /&gt;Rumplestiltskin names that are always changing,&lt;br /&gt;names that no one's ever able to figure out.&lt;br /&gt;Names of spells and names of hexes, names&lt;br /&gt;cursed quietly under the breath, or called out&lt;br /&gt;loudly to fill the yard, calling you inside again,&lt;br /&gt;calling you home. Nicknames and pet names&lt;br /&gt;and baroque French monikers, written in&lt;br /&gt;shorthand, written in longhand, scrawled&lt;br /&gt;illegibly in brown ink on the backs of yellowing&lt;br /&gt;photographs, or embossed on envelopes lined&lt;br /&gt;with gold. Names called out across the water,&lt;br /&gt;names I called you behind your back,&lt;br /&gt;sour and delicious, secret and unrepeatable,&lt;br /&gt;the names of flowers that open only once,&lt;br /&gt;shouted from balconies, shouted from rooftops,&lt;br /&gt;or muffled by pillows, or whispered in sleep, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;or caught in the throat like a lump of meat.&lt;br /&gt;I try, I do. I try and try. A happy ending?&lt;br /&gt;Sure enough—&lt;i&gt;Hello darling, welcome home.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll call you darling, hold you tight. We are&lt;br /&gt;not traitors but the lights go out. It's dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sweetheart, is that you?&lt;/i&gt; There are no tears,&lt;br /&gt;no pictures of him squarely. A seaside framed&lt;br /&gt;in glass, and boats, those little boats with&lt;br /&gt;sails aflutter, shining lights upon the water,&lt;br /&gt;lights that splinter when they hit the pier.&lt;br /&gt;His voice on tape, his name on the envelope,&lt;br /&gt;the soft sound of a body falling off a bridge&lt;br /&gt;behind you, the body hardly even makes&lt;br /&gt;a sound. The waters of the dead, a clear road,&lt;br /&gt;every lover in the form of stars, the road&lt;br /&gt;blocked. All night I stretched my arms across&lt;br /&gt;him, rivers of blood, the dark woods, singing&lt;br /&gt;with all my skin and bone &lt;i&gt;Please keep him safe.&lt;br /&gt;Let him lay his head on my chest and we will be&lt;br /&gt;like sailors, swimming in the sound of it, dashed&lt;br /&gt;to pieces.&lt;/i&gt; Makes a cathedral, him pressing against&lt;br /&gt;me, his lips at my neck, and yes, I do believe&lt;br /&gt;his mouth his heaven, his kisses falling over me&lt;br /&gt;like stars. Names of heat and names of light,&lt;br /&gt;names of collision in the dark, on the side of the&lt;br /&gt;bus, in the bark of the tree, in ballpoint pen&lt;br /&gt;on jeans and hands and the backs of matchbooks&lt;br /&gt;that then get lost. Names like pain cries, names&lt;br /&gt;like tombstones, names forgotten and reinvented,&lt;br /&gt;names forbidden or overused. Your name like&lt;br /&gt;a song I sing to myself, your name like a box&lt;br /&gt;where I keep my love, your name like a nest&lt;br /&gt;in the tree of love, your name like a boat in the&lt;br /&gt;sea of love—O now we're in the sea of love!&lt;br /&gt;Your name like detergent in the washing machine.&lt;br /&gt;Your name like two X's like punched-in eyes,&lt;br /&gt;like a drunk cartoon passed out in the gutter,&lt;br /&gt;your name with two X's to mark the spots,&lt;br /&gt;to hold the place, to keep the treasure from&lt;br /&gt;becoming ever lost. I'm saying your name&lt;br /&gt;in the grocery store, I'm saying your name on&lt;br /&gt;the bridge at dawn. Your name like an animal&lt;br /&gt;covered with frost, your name like a music that's&lt;br /&gt;been transposed, a suit of fur, a coat of mud,&lt;br /&gt;a kick in the pants, a lungful of glass, the sails&lt;br /&gt;in wind and the slap of waves on the hull&lt;br /&gt;of a boat that's sinking to the sound of mermaids&lt;br /&gt;singing songs of love, and the tug of a simple&lt;br /&gt;profound sadness when it sounds so far away.&lt;br /&gt;Here is a map with your name for a capital,&lt;br /&gt;here is an arrow to prove a point: we laugh&lt;br /&gt;and it pits the world against us, we laugh,&lt;br /&gt;and we've got nothing left to lose, and our hearts&lt;br /&gt;turn red, and the river rises like a barn on fire.&lt;br /&gt;I came to tell you, we'll swim in the water, we'll&lt;br /&gt;swim like something sparkling underneath&lt;br /&gt;the waves. Our bodies shivering, and the sound&lt;br /&gt;of our breathing, and the shore so far away.&lt;br /&gt;I'll use my body like a ladder, climbing&lt;br /&gt;to the thing behind it, saying farewell to flesh,&lt;br /&gt;farewell to everything caught underfoot&lt;br /&gt;and flattened. Names of poisons, names of&lt;br /&gt;handguns, names of places we've been&lt;br /&gt;together, names of people we'd be together.&lt;br /&gt;Names of endurance, names of devotion,&lt;br /&gt;street names and place names and all the names&lt;br /&gt;of our dark heaven crackling in their pan.&lt;br /&gt;It's a bed of straw, darling. It sure as shit is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;If there was one thing I could save from the fire,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he said, &lt;i&gt;the broken arms of the sycamore,&lt;br /&gt;the eucalyptus still trying to climb out of the yard—&lt;br /&gt;your breath on my neck like a music that holds&lt;br /&gt;my hands down, kisses as they burn their way&lt;br /&gt;along my spine—or rain, our bodies wet,&lt;br /&gt;clothes clinging arm to elbow, clothes clinging&lt;br /&gt;nipple to groin—I'll be right here. I'm waiting.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say hallelujah, say goodnight, say it over&lt;br /&gt;the canned music and your feet won't stumble,&lt;br /&gt;his face getting larger, the rest blurring&lt;br /&gt;on every side. And angels, about twelve angels,&lt;br /&gt;angels knocking on your head right now, hello,&lt;br /&gt;hello, a flash in the sky, would you like to&lt;br /&gt;meet him there, in Heaven? Imagine a room,&lt;br /&gt;a sudden glow. Here is my hand, my heart,&lt;br /&gt;my throat, my wrist. Here are the illuminated&lt;br /&gt;cities at the center of me, and here is the center&lt;br /&gt;of me, which is a lake, which is a well that we&lt;br /&gt;can drink from, but I can't go through with it.&lt;br /&gt;I just don't want to die anymore.</content>
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    <title>Dexter's Lab - Dexter And Computress Get Mandark!</title>
    <published>2007-04-14T03:33:55Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-14T03:33:55Z</updated>
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    &lt;br&gt;Ahahah. Best episode of Dexter's Lab ever. One of the best episodes from any cartoon tv show ever, actually. "instead of shrinking it, they grew it! and it was on top of the world, it was bigger than the world, actually it was as big as the world, and the world was shaped like Mandark's head!"</content>
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    <title>moshimoshi_13 @ 2007-04-13T07:41:00</title>
    <published>2007-04-13T11:47:02Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-13T11:47:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It's a really good feeling writing a song. I went to Heather's yesterday and we finished writing the music for "The Really Really Really Hard Life", which is all jokes but sounds pretty damn serious the way we wrote it. We spent about 3 hours on it since we didn't really know what we were doing, but the end product was worth all that time. So yes, I feel very accomplished. I can only imagine how good I'll feel when we finish writing our first album and it goes platinum three times.</content>
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    <title>moshimoshi_13 @ 2007-04-05T07:27:00</title>
    <published>2007-04-05T11:28:41Z</published>
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    <content type="html">AHH! It snowed. I thought we were finally done with winter. What the hell.</content>
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    <title>moshimoshi_13 @ 2007-04-04T22:06:00</title>
    <published>2007-04-05T02:07:17Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-05T02:07:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Love at First Sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;They're both convinced&lt;br /&gt;that a sudden passion joined them.&lt;br /&gt;Such certainty is beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;but uncertainty is more beautiful still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since they'd never met before, they're sure&lt;br /&gt;that there'd been nothing between them.&lt;br /&gt;But what's the word from the streets, staircases, hallways --&lt;br /&gt;perhaps they've passed each other a million times?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to ask them&lt;br /&gt;if they don't remember --&lt;br /&gt;a moment face to face&lt;br /&gt;in some revolving door?&lt;br /&gt;perhaps a "sorry" muttered in a crowd?&lt;br /&gt;a curt "wrong number" caught in the receiver?&lt;br /&gt;but I know the answer.&lt;br /&gt;No, they don't remember&lt;br /&gt;They'd be amazed to hear&lt;br /&gt;that Chance has been toying with them&lt;br /&gt;now for years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not quite ready yet&lt;br /&gt;to become their Destiny,&lt;br /&gt;it pushed them close, drove them apart,&lt;br /&gt;it barred their path,&lt;br /&gt;stifling a laugh,&lt;br /&gt;and then leaped aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were signs and signals,&lt;br /&gt;even if they couldn't read them yet.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps three years ago&lt;br /&gt;or just last Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;a certain leaf fluttered&lt;br /&gt;from one shoulder to another?&lt;br /&gt;Something was dropped and then picked up.&lt;br /&gt;Who knows, maybe the ball that vanished&lt;br /&gt;into childhood's thicket?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were doorknobs and doorbells&lt;br /&gt;where one touch had covered another&lt;br /&gt;beforehand.&lt;br /&gt;Suitcases checked and standing side by side.&lt;br /&gt;One night, perhaps, the same dream,&lt;br /&gt;grown hazy by morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every beginning&lt;br /&gt;is only a sequel, after all,&lt;br /&gt;and the book of events&lt;br /&gt;is always open halfway through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;b&gt;Wislawa Szymborska&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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    <title>Into Action (feat. Skye Sweetnam)</title>
    <published>2007-04-03T11:47:46Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-03T11:47:46Z</updated>
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    &lt;br&gt;Woww. Skye Sweetnam (the same girl who called Shakespeare "Billy S" and sang an Avril Lavigne wannabe song about not wanting to go to school) is now playing a song with Tim Armstrong and the Aggrolites.</content>
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    <title>moshimoshi_13 @ 2007-04-01T20:56:00</title>
    <published>2007-04-02T00:59:48Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Consolation for Tamar&lt;br /&gt;(on the occasion of her breaking an ancient pot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I am no archeologist, Tamar,&lt;br /&gt;And that to me it is all one dust or another.&lt;br /&gt;Still, it must mean something to survive the weather&lt;br /&gt;Of the Ages-earthquake, flood, and war-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only to shatter in your very hands.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it was gravity, or maybe fated-&lt;br /&gt;Although I wonder if it had not waited&lt;br /&gt;Those years in drawers, aeons in distant lands,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in your fingers' music, just a little&lt;br /&gt;Was emboldened by your blood, and so forgot&lt;br /&gt;That it was not a rosebud, but a pot,&lt;br /&gt;And, trying to unfold for you, was brittle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--A.E. Stallings</content>
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    <title>moshimoshi_13 @ 2007-03-26T16:04:00</title>
    <published>2007-03-26T20:22:52Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Reply and I'll give you a letter. Find ten songs that start with that letter and post them to your journal. &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='flowerstand' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://flowerstand.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://flowerstand.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;flowerstand&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;gave me G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. &lt;a href="http://www.yousendit.com/download/M3Btb2VBQ3R3TGcwTVE9PQ"&gt;"Gardenhead (Leave Me Alone)" - Neutral Milk Hotel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. &lt;a href="http://www.yousendit.com/download/M3BrT2pEQzdvQnMwTVE9PQ"&gt;"Good To Go" - Elliott Smith&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. &lt;a href="http://www.yousendit.com/download/M3BrT2pNTkxPSHcwTVE9PQ"&gt;"Green Typewriters" - The Olivia Tremor Control&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. &lt;a href="http://www.yousendit.com/download/M3Btb2VGeWFoeVkwTVE9PQ"&gt;"Ghost" - Neutral Milk Hotel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05. &lt;a href="http://www.yousendit.com/download/M3Btb2VFdVU1aVkwTVE9PQ"&gt;"Gloria" - Patti Smith&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06. &lt;a href="http://www.yousendit.com/download/M3BrT2pKYUlUWUEwTVE9PQ"&gt;"Get Me Away From Here, I'm Dying" - Belle And Sebastian&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07. &lt;a href="http://www.yousendit.com/download/M3BrT2pLeFg4NVUwTVE9PQ"&gt;"Georgia" - Elliott Smith&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08. &lt;a href="http://www.yousendit.com/download/M3BrT2pOR0Z5UkUwTVE9PQ"&gt;"Ghost Mountain" - The Unicorns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;09. &lt;a href="http://www.yousendit.com/download/M3BrT2pFQXB6NEkwTVE9PQ"&gt;"Good Deeds" - Owen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;a href="http://www.yousendit.com/download/M3BrT2pOQ1IzMWswTVE9PQ"&gt;"Grass" - Animal Collective&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I didn't mess up those links.</content>
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