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  <title>drag racer on lsd.</title>
  <subtitle>buddy, LUH!</subtitle>
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    <name>buddy, LUH!</name>
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  <updated>2004-06-12T15:53:18Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dyingconcubine:18484</id>
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    <title>dyingconcubine @ 2004-06-12T13:16:00</title>
    <published>2004-06-12T15:53:18Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-12T15:53:18Z</updated>
    <lj:music>helium - pat's trick</lj:music>
    <content type="html">should the last name "sexsmith" be making laugh as much as i am right now?&lt;br /&gt;i hardly think not.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dyingconcubine:17765</id>
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    <title>dyingconcubine @ 2004-06-11T14:25:00</title>
    <published>2004-06-11T17:05:37Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-11T17:05:37Z</updated>
    <lj:music>pure - denial</lj:music>
    <content type="html">as far back as i can remember i've always been able to separate my mind from my body. i guess that's an appropriate way to describe it. it's usually a conscious sort of thing that i do when i'm in pain but sometimes i can feel it happening without my effort. it's odd. kind of feels like the bones in my body are slipping out... like my body is running water.&lt;br /&gt;there's no proper way to tell you exactly what i'm doing or how i'm doing it. it just is.&lt;br /&gt;and today it's come in handy, because i'm afraid two midol just can't cut it.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dyingconcubine:13649</id>
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    <title>when the wind picks up they all fall out.</title>
    <published>2004-05-26T17:04:54Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-30T18:35:57Z</updated>
    <lj:music>inbreds, the - wind picks up</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i think i have a cavity.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how this happened. i brush my teeth like a maniac. we're talking about three to five times a day. i hardly ever eat any chocolate or chips or all that junk.&lt;br /&gt;so why the fucking fuck do i have a cavity?!&lt;br /&gt;and why do i give a shit...?&lt;br /&gt;i mean, everybody gets them. right.&lt;br /&gt;well, i've never had a cavity before. i'm almost nineteen. it's something i'm oddly proud of. everytime i went to the dentist they complimented me on it. i don't consider myself an attractive person so having nice teeth was the only feature i felt good about.&lt;br /&gt;but oh nooo, i guess my good luck has to run out sometime. &lt;br /&gt;it feels so silly, fretting over a fucking brown spot on my back molar. it's probably stupid for whoever is reading this.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dyingconcubine:13520</id>
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    <title>dyingconcubine @ 2004-05-25T22:38:00</title>
    <published>2004-05-26T01:09:39Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-26T01:09:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://www.smokinmen.com/gallery/cigarette/Smkg0036.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good lord, i think i've just creamed myself.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dyingconcubine:12815</id>
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    <title>dyingconcubine @ 2004-05-23T22:01:00</title>
    <published>2004-05-24T00:32:42Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-30T18:31:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">jesus!&lt;br /&gt;an ant just fell out of fucking &lt;i&gt;nowhere&lt;/i&gt; onto my arm.&lt;br /&gt;what the mother fuck? and what other gross, gross insects are hiding out in this room.&lt;br /&gt;ewww.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dyingconcubine:12794</id>
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    <title>dyingconcubine @ 2004-05-23T15:49:00</title>
    <published>2004-05-23T18:21:55Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-30T18:31:04Z</updated>
    <lj:music>le tigre - deceptacon</lj:music>
    <content type="html">so far today instead of studying for math i've read about faeries and ghosts.&lt;br /&gt;boy, i truely am the king of kings.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dyingconcubine:11260</id>
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    <title>dyingconcubine @ 2004-05-21T12:17:00</title>
    <published>2004-05-21T14:49:13Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-30T18:27:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">when i call you beautiful&lt;br /&gt;it's 'cause i can.&lt;br /&gt;and when you think i'm sucking up&lt;br /&gt;i sort of am.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dyingconcubine:10899</id>
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    <title>dyingconcubine @ 2004-05-21T00:35:00</title>
    <published>2004-05-21T03:07:27Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-30T18:29:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">and so the biggest, most perverted person that i can think of has just... flirted (?) with me on - line.&lt;br /&gt;oh, matty boy, if only you knew that you had been slagging off the very same person a mere few months ago...&lt;br /&gt;sigh.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dyingconcubine:9525</id>
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    <title>dyingconcubine @ 2004-05-19T16:40:00</title>
    <published>2004-05-19T15:40:30Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-19T15:40:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">eat shit.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dyingconcubine:9329</id>
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    <title>dyingconcubine @ 2004-05-18T12:20:00</title>
    <published>2004-05-18T14:50:12Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-18T14:50:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">starving myself does not equal perfection. starving myself does not equal perfection. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just have to find a way to believe that.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dyingconcubine:8100</id>
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    <title>dyingconcubine @ 2004-05-16T16:09:00</title>
    <published>2004-05-16T18:40:59Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-16T18:41:28Z</updated>
    <lj:music>raintcoats, the - 57 ways to end it all</lj:music>
    <content type="html">lately i just feel... odd. out of place. i find that my thought patterns are even different than they were before. the way i look at things. the angle i approach simple tasks. &lt;br /&gt;everyday life as i knew it has changed. in a big, big way.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what to make of this.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dyingconcubine:7765</id>
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    <title>little eiffel, little eiffel.</title>
    <published>2004-05-16T16:14:08Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-30T18:20:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">he thought big and they called it a phallic.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dyingconcubine:6184</id>
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    <title>they don't love you like i love you.</title>
    <published>2004-05-15T02:04:14Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-30T18:19:27Z</updated>
    <lj:music>yeah yeah yeahs - maps</lj:music>
    <content type="html">oh no.&lt;br /&gt;my boyfriend gave me a rose and i think i may have lost it. &lt;br /&gt;it's really not my fault though. really.&lt;br /&gt;you see, there's a hole in my bookbag and i think it may have fallen out.&lt;br /&gt;oh jeepers! i sure do hope i left it at his house by mistake.&lt;br /&gt;but he lent me his sweater. it smells like him.&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to go sleep in it now.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dyingconcubine:5449</id>
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    <title>dyingconcubine @ 2004-05-12T23:29:00</title>
    <published>2004-05-13T01:32:10Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-16T15:19:26Z</updated>
    <lj:music>broken social scene - feel good lost</lj:music>
    <content type="html">for the first time in a long time i feel... completely mellow. completely at ease. how nice. i could get used to this.&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll go look into college while this good feeling lasts.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dyingconcubine:5367</id>
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    <title>cupid's victim.</title>
    <published>2004-05-12T18:57:28Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-16T15:19:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">just like an arrow through my heart&lt;br /&gt;a feeling so strong&lt;br /&gt;a scarlet fever burns my soul&lt;br /&gt;from this moment on...</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dyingconcubine:5107</id>
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    <title>dyingconcubine @ 2004-05-11T21:11:00</title>
    <published>2004-05-11T23:59:34Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-30T18:17:38Z</updated>
    <lj:music>weezer - i just threw out the love of my dreams</lj:music>
    <content type="html">once upon a time i think i actually was in love. probably not the "in love" you're thinking about, not the typical kind.&lt;br /&gt;but that didn't work out because... he didn't care.&lt;br /&gt;and in a sense as much as it infuriated me it's what i admired the most. it's what made me come back for more and it's what i've become.&lt;br /&gt;because.&lt;br /&gt;why care? why bother? at least if there's nothing in the fist place, nothing can take it away.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dyingconcubine:4515</id>
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    <title>dyingconcubine @ 2004-05-10T12:10:00</title>
    <published>2004-05-10T15:03:34Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-30T18:16:15Z</updated>
    <lj:music>portishead - numb</lj:music>
    <content type="html">every time i get my act together it just comes unraveling. on the whole i have no idea what i want to do with my life and when i do gather some resemblance of an idea there's always a factor that puts an end to it. &lt;br /&gt;i'd probably have better luck if i tried to operate a prostitution ring out of a cop's basement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;man, you are in the bell jar!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me too, lelaina</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dyingconcubine:4133</id>
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    <title>pants on fire.</title>
    <published>2004-05-09T21:09:00Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-16T15:17:52Z</updated>
    <lj:music>1 speed bike - the day that mauro ran over elwy yost</lj:music>
    <content type="html">well, i guess i lied.&lt;br /&gt;i would like your help. mother.&lt;br /&gt;but how on earth i should approach you is... a matter all too complicated for me today.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dyingconcubine:2820</id>
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    <title>dyingconcubine @ 2004-05-07T10:05:00</title>
    <published>2004-05-07T12:50:37Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-30T18:14:47Z</updated>
    <lj:music>rusty - groovy dead</lj:music>
    <content type="html">last night i had a dream about livejournal.&lt;br /&gt;and just then, i almost wrote "elven" as my subject line.&lt;br /&gt;i think i am turning into a nerd.&lt;br /&gt;bye bye dork - dom.</content>
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