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  <title>the wind rises electric.</title>
  <subtitle>the merchandise is on display.</subtitle>
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    <name>K</name>
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  <updated>2008-01-15T11:27:20Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:riotsiren:21522</id>
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    <title>riotsiren @ 2005-07-27T16:21:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-27T23:23:09Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-15T11:27:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">/FINITE.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:riotsiren:21317</id>
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    <title>riotsiren @ 2005-07-27T11:27:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-27T18:31:24Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-27T18:31:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Everyone bitches about their lives too much. Not saying I don't, because I sure do, but Jesus Christ, some people need to stop being such drama queens over silly shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I am one to talk...but, allah and shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teenage melodramatic bullshit hasn't changed any since high school. Even if it's not the same people, even if they didn't even go to the same school, your recycled friends &lt;b&gt;will&lt;/b&gt; find a way to bring you into situations you will not want to be apart of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High school is a mind set. Unfortuanately, I only know two people that are out of it. I am one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But barely.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:riotsiren:21245</id>
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    <title>riotsiren @ 2005-07-24T14:23:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-24T21:24:08Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-24T21:24:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">because i got high, because i got high, because i got high....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking of getting a different livejournal. not sure yet. we'll see.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:riotsiren:20959</id>
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    <title>riotsiren @ 2005-07-19T03:53:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-19T11:00:34Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-19T11:00:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">secrets don't make friends.&lt;br /&gt;they make enemies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a murderer.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:riotsiren:20667</id>
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    <title>riotsiren @ 2005-07-16T03:16:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-16T10:18:19Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-16T10:18:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">porcelain affair: it's just nice to know, that for some second people come back together and they forget about the bullshit and just reunite&lt;br /&gt;porcelain affair: it's beautiful&lt;br /&gt;hemp102: it seems to me that you wanna go away for a while and come back with somebody there waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;porcelain affair: i just want to go away for awhile. and never come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day, i am going to go to work. go to school. go see somebody. and never come back. start over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cannot wait for that day.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:riotsiren:20358</id>
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    <title>riotsiren @ 2005-07-15T02:36:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-15T09:37:12Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-15T09:37:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i am fucking tired of everyone relating to me.&lt;br /&gt;i want to be a unique fucking snowflake.&lt;br /&gt;i do not want to be a number, a statistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that's all i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am kristyn's superiority complex.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:riotsiren:20031</id>
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    <title>riotsiren @ 2005-07-11T01:04:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-11T08:12:58Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-11T08:12:58Z</updated>
    <lj:music>cursive - burst and bloom</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I write these words with my motherly intuition. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the feeling of emotional apathy, where it's all so overwhelming you either give up or you cling to the one thing you can to make yourself have an identity. I cling to being an anthesis of someone who doesn't care, but in fact I do, but only a little. No, I don't care about anyone but &lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt;. How it effects &lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt;. That's all it's ever been about, is &lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt;. I'm not a fucking Mother Teresa. I am a martyr, a catalyst, for my own destruction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate having feelings for people, because it makes me a vulnerable person, and I do not put myself in these situations often...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..or maybe I do. Fuck. Conor was a miserable experience. I'm just setting myself up for disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You live and you learn, then you make your mistakes and you learn again. But I don't live the way I want, I don't learn from the mistakes I make, except how to avoid them and learn how to warp them to favor my own needs, and even then, I fuck that up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this mean I'm flunking? Do I have to repeat a grade?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm just an airplane diving down, I storm and crash without a sound; engines exploding silently out at sea where waves caress unstable egos.&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:riotsiren:19904</id>
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    <title>riotsiren @ 2005-07-08T02:54:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-08T09:57:16Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-08T09:57:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">But I felt covered in your whispered worship. &lt;br /&gt;And as you passed out fast on my shoulder, &lt;br /&gt;I imagined a child waiting so sad and still for his mom to arrive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really, really, really love The Good Life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm okay right now. Sarah's party on Saturday. I just have this feeling it's gonna blow, but I really hope it doesn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a fuck buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3 K</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:riotsiren:19592</id>
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    <title>riotsiren @ 2005-07-03T05:19:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-03T12:21:31Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-03T12:21:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I hate being awake when the sun comes up. &lt;br /&gt;But it's all I ever do these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the official stalker of John Lampe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/end.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:riotsiren:19379</id>
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    <title>riotsiren @ 2005-07-02T05:30:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-02T12:32:18Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-02T12:32:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It's always the older ones that seduce me&lt;br /&gt;and the younger ones that enthrall me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran into my exboyfriend at the hookah bar. It brought back some nice and some painful memories. Unfortunately for me, he looked a lot happier than I've felt in quite sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never wanted to talk with some one so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Jack's Utter Confussion.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:riotsiren:19015</id>
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    <title>riotsiren @ 2005-06-26T16:04:00</title>
    <published>2005-06-26T23:08:51Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-26T23:08:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I am addicted to that fucking hookah bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed meeting Brea and Thomas. Very nice people indeed. Tyler likes to steal salt shakers. This amuses me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to stop groping anything that comes my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also not allowed to quote Fight Club anymore.</content>
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    <title>riotsiren @ 2005-06-21T12:19:00</title>
    <published>2005-06-21T19:30:56Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-21T19:30:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Motherfucking cocksucker motherfucking shit fucker what am I doing? What am I doing? I don't know what I'm doing. I'm doing the best that I can. I know that's all I can ask of myself. Is that good enough? Is my work doing any good? Is anybody paying attention? Is it hopeless to try and change things? The African guy is a sign, right? Because if he isn't, than nothing in this world makes any sense to me. I'm fucked! Maybe I should quit. Don't quit! Maybe I should just fucking quit. Don't fucking quit! I don't know what the fuck I'm supposed to fucking do anymore! Fucker! Fuck shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Jack's colon. &lt;br /&gt;I get cancer, I kill Jack.</content>
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    <title>riotsiren @ 2005-06-20T11:30:00</title>
    <published>2005-06-20T18:36:00Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-20T18:36:00Z</updated>
    <lj:music>the mercury program - the secret to quiet</lj:music>
    <content type="html">My, oh my. I hope my kids never do the shit I pull. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hide and seek with semen isn't a good game to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Jack's inflamed sense of reason.</content>
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    <title>riotsiren @ 2005-06-19T10:36:00</title>
    <published>2005-06-19T17:45:01Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-19T18:02:12Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Nada Surf - Inside Of Love</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I have so much I want to write, but I don't have the words nor the heart to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never had the heart to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to stop finding comfort in drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching terrible tv&lt;br /&gt;It kills our thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Getting spacier than&lt;br /&gt;An astronaut&lt;br /&gt;Making out with people&lt;br /&gt;I hardly knew a lot. &lt;br /&gt;I can’t believe what I do&lt;br /&gt;Late at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know what it’s like&lt;br /&gt;On the inside of love&lt;br /&gt;Standing at the gates,&lt;br /&gt;I see the beauty above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only when we get to see&lt;br /&gt;The aerial view&lt;br /&gt;Will the patterns show&lt;br /&gt;We’ll know what to do&lt;br /&gt;I know the last page so well&lt;br /&gt;I can’t read the first&lt;br /&gt;So I just don’t start&lt;br /&gt;It’s getting worse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know what it’s like&lt;br /&gt;On the inside of love&lt;br /&gt;I’m standing at the gates&lt;br /&gt;I see the beauty above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m on the outside of love&lt;br /&gt;Always under or above&lt;br /&gt;I can't find my way in&lt;br /&gt;I try again and again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the outside of love&lt;br /&gt;Always under or above&lt;br /&gt;Must be a different view&lt;br /&gt;To be a me with a you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know what its like&lt;br /&gt;On the inside of love&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing at the gates&lt;br /&gt;I see the beauty above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know what its like&lt;br /&gt;On the inside of love&lt;br /&gt;Of course i’ll be alright&lt;br /&gt;I just had a bad night&lt;br /&gt;I had a bad night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Jack's complete lack of surprise.</content>
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    <title>riotsiren @ 2005-06-16T23:06:00</title>
    <published>2005-06-17T06:23:25Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-17T06:23:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I haven't slept in over 24 hours. I don't have the urge to sleep, I don't have the urge to do anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Beale Library today, and watched the sunset in my car and read my &lt;i&gt;Invisible Monsters&lt;/i&gt;. I was waiting for my aunt to get off the Amtrak, and what I saw was beautiful. A couple, reunited. They embraced, both were crying and hugging like they never have before. I think I'm going to go to the station once a week, and watch the rare beauty in humanity I've never experienced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Jack's wasted life.</content>
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    <title>riotsiren @ 2005-06-14T15:27:00</title>
    <published>2005-06-14T22:31:05Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-14T22:31:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i don't feel the love anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am jack's broken heart.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:riotsiren:17028</id>
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    <title>riotsiren @ 2005-06-05T22:30:00</title>
    <published>2005-06-06T05:33:37Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-06T05:33:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Tanya and I like to dance in the middle of the street infront of Mormon houses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take that Utah.</content>
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    <title>riotsiren @ 2005-05-29T14:54:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-29T21:59:32Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-29T22:01:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">thanks to the lovely &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/seanknight" title="mr. knight"&gt;sean&lt;/a&gt; i figured out how to do &lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;fuck yes. yes i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking of starting to use my ellejay again. hmm.</content>
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    <title>riotsiren @ 2005-05-16T17:38:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-17T00:39:07Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-17T00:39:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">im loaded as fuck&lt;br /&gt;and shooting stars &lt;br /&gt;with my gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bang bang.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:riotsiren:16248</id>
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    <title>riotsiren @ 2005-04-17T13:29:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-17T20:30:30Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-17T20:30:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i hate everyone and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;except vicodin.</content>
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    <title>riotsiren @ 2005-04-05T21:41:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-06T04:45:16Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-06T04:45:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;So I hope that you're impressed &lt;br /&gt;I did it all for you &lt;br /&gt;It's the best that I could do &lt;br /&gt;A little song and dance &lt;br /&gt;Can have its consequences &lt;br /&gt;It's the best that I can do &lt;br /&gt;To sit around the phone &lt;br /&gt;The patience waits for you &lt;br /&gt;This is the best that I can do &lt;br /&gt;This is the best that I can do... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sweat it out for hours on end &lt;br /&gt;For an end so obviously predetermined &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i may have already screwed up the best thing that may have ever happened to me.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:riotsiren:15024</id>
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    <title>riotsiren @ 2005-04-03T02:55:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-03T09:55:31Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-03T09:55:31Z</updated>
    <lj:music>NIN</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Yeah, this layout is pretty badass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Tyler James Fleenor.</content>
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    <title>riotsiren @ 2005-04-02T01:21:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-02T09:24:02Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-02T09:24:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i am a fucking idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who leaves her and trevwhore's tickets in her car?&lt;br /&gt;who loses the keys IN the car?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that'd be me!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was good. sin city is awwwwweeesssoome. good times. i had a blast. i love sarah. i love trevwhore. i love tanya. i love "my sweetie". good times all around. a round of drinks for everybody!! hoohah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"the baby" is the best thing to ever happen to me. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow only brings better times. oh and trevwhore, watch out. tanya thinks you're hot.... :D   lolololol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asfhalskjfhlaskj.</content>
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    <title>riotsiren @ 2005-03-30T15:45:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-30T23:50:40Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-30T23:52:39Z</updated>
    <lj:music>razorlight - golden touch</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i know a girl with the golden touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;he's away.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;he's back.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't talk to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;he's not talking to me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why are things so fucked up right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;because i'll never do the things that they wish that i could do so well.and you could have it all if you wanted, boy. you could have it all if it matters to you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't listen to the words of fools &lt;br /&gt;I don't give away too much &lt;br /&gt;Someone will need your golden touch &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because all they know is how to put you down &lt;br /&gt;When you're there, they're your friend &lt;br /&gt;And then when you're not around &lt;br /&gt;They say, "Oh, she's changed"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what that means.</content>
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    <title>riotsiren @ 2005-03-29T19:42:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-30T03:45:05Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-30T03:45:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i have dreams that would make larry flint blush.</content>
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