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  <title>phosphoric / orgasmic</title>
  <subtitle>!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</subtitle>
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    <name>Yarsut, Ikebana, and Sydney</name>
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  <updated>2006-04-16T06:29:54Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ikebana_adamord:7180</id>
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    <title>ikebana_adamord @ 2006-04-16T01:29:00</title>
    <published>2006-04-16T06:29:54Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-16T06:29:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">maN, ims so drunk...</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ikebana_adamord:7104</id>
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    <title>ikebana_adamord @ 2006-03-29T22:05:00</title>
    <published>2006-03-30T04:53:43Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-30T04:53:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i guess i was going to write about something sappy and have my self read it over and over again to interelate what other people are feeling as welll..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i crossed the lines and now i am ready to move.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am ready to have dust in my eye, and my jeans turn into white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the point of no return we shall say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and onward to that inner journey i dream about..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;august and may are here...</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ikebana_adamord:6665</id>
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    <title>i am sweeping off these antics i built my self upon with.</title>
    <published>2006-03-22T07:46:01Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-22T07:46:01Z</updated>
    <lj:music>frog pocket - plinty</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I have percieved and perceptualized many individuals who seem to run there life on factors for breathing, and a common curse for living there fullest, realizing death is imminent. Traveling are the ways of a vagabond, finding a home, ramshackled sometimes, and figure more to life. Better then a 45 year old war veteren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends seem to be on there own quests, forgetting a lot of past memories and difficulties. Some of my friends don't though, such as william. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is a great guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Precious is another, just filled to the very nerve of fluid trasmission, ever flowing memories, biting lips through hard times, and mistreated by me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it happens, and then i try to forget. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never use this journal, just my little sketch book my parents handed off to me when i returned from the 3rd time i was kicked out of my house. Right now i am not there, typin gin the comfort of extended families home. THey are more then all right, possibly just like me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....More wine please&lt;br /&gt;here you go syndey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite possibly i might not make another journal entry for a while, i am fucking lazy when it comes to writing about things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are so many found memories i remember. Most of you who read this are in them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well till next time journal.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ikebana_adamord:6574</id>
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    <title>ikebana_adamord @ 2006-02-17T23:28:00</title>
    <published>2006-02-18T05:29:13Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-18T05:29:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I am the result of many emotional and facitous lies.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ikebana_adamord:6323</id>
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    <title>Difficulty Response likes to measure.</title>
    <published>2005-12-11T05:31:13Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-11T05:31:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I am in this ward of emotion, screaming aches, infinite hypocrites, the gouge,  and worst of all, that moment where you cant feel your self talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those casting shadows always seem to have trouble with me, whether or not I caused it .&lt;br /&gt;They give me the ache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the very tongue they repeat them selves, those shadows, at one moment they can measure you ability and say positive things,&lt;br /&gt;but there is that twist to there average days as shadows, they leak in front of you and become this grasping measure of negativity, positive matter is &lt;br /&gt;not on the mind now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infinite hypocrites if you ask me. &lt;br /&gt;They trade, buy, and sell. &lt;br /&gt;Figure out math problems.&lt;br /&gt;tell the time on watches.&lt;br /&gt;Watch the American flag wave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments occur later after this realization; it is confrontation, which should be mattered with.&lt;br /&gt;The gouge later occurs as if I was blasted in the face with a knife. &lt;br /&gt;I am really tired, &lt;br /&gt;of these occurrences. &lt;br /&gt;Every time I figure out that I am a winner, I realize that in the end, I am the moment where I can’t feel.  Walk, Talk, and be myself.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ikebana_adamord:5994</id>
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    <title>aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa</title>
    <published>2005-12-03T21:37:47Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-03T21:37:47Z</updated>
    <lj:music>mogwai - angels vs aliens</lj:music>
    <content type="html">sdhfaklesytrewayhfiuhewafuianggawege fickle brain anemia fuck breath. i spit at the likely shits that fucking sticks on my shoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the fuck is wrong with this woman....</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ikebana_adamord:4308</id>
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    <title>ikebana_adamord @ 2005-10-29T22:49:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-30T04:48:23Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-30T04:48:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">woohooo... friends only.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ikebana_adamord:1047</id>
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    <title>ikebana_adamord @ 2005-08-15T13:30:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-15T18:35:08Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-16T01:28:05Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Accelera deck - Deluxe</lj:music>
    <content type="html">sometimes this monster in me loves to feed on the surrondings.. i know how i am a cannabal and i can sense it at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is not how i want to live, but i am given what i am given...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but is this power? or is it simply greed for more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to draw a line to where i travel in my head, unlocking more doors can be a dangerous persepective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to other lighter news, i now own a job at a hooka bar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i hope this goes well then my other jobs...</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ikebana_adamord:304</id>
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    <title>Less psyche provocation for I</title>
    <published>2005-08-13T19:39:49Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-13T19:39:49Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Colophon - this is how you spell almanac</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i guess i drew the line for my self when i said, "i need to find something to finish in my life."</content>
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