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  <title>Kaji, I am a boy</title>
  <subtitle>go mordecai!</subtitle>
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    <name>a slutty fiend</name>
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  <updated>2006-07-08T20:39:46Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:marissia_x:44129</id>
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    <title>marissia_x @ 2006-07-08T16:37:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-08T20:39:46Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-08T20:39:46Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Genghis tr0n</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Yeah so I got my hair cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.robertcraig.com/pics/10.jpeg" /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:marissia_x:43885</id>
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    <title>marissia_x @ 2006-02-02T18:18:00</title>
    <published>2006-02-02T23:23:38Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-02T23:23:38Z</updated>
    <lj:music>mcode</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Livejournal was fly, despite the fact I rarely posted. I will no longer be posting on livejournal now since I have been lulled by the stupid embrace of myspace. Anyways, it is lame, but easier to use and my livejournal has been really ghety lately. Anyways, if you have myspace, add my ass:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;friendID=17752198"&gt;http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;friendID=17752198&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:marissia_x:43504</id>
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    <title>when I find myself in times of trouble</title>
    <published>2005-11-27T16:39:33Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-27T16:39:33Z</updated>
    <lj:music>heavy heavy low low</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v434/mrcia/letitbe.jpg"&gt;created by me. k thanks.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:marissia_x:43237</id>
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    <title>marissia_x @ 2005-11-09T17:58:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-09T22:59:04Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-09T22:59:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">If you read this,&lt;br /&gt;if your eyes are&lt;br /&gt;passing over this&lt;br /&gt;right now, even&lt;br /&gt;if we don't speak&lt;br /&gt;often, please post&lt;br /&gt;a comment with a&lt;br /&gt;memory of me..it&lt;br /&gt;can be anything you&lt;br /&gt;want. when you're&lt;br /&gt;finished, post&lt;br /&gt;this little paragraph&lt;br /&gt;on your journal&lt;br /&gt;and be surprised&lt;br /&gt;(or mortified)&lt;br /&gt;about what people&lt;br /&gt;remember about you.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:marissia_x:42234</id>
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    <title>marissia_x @ 2005-09-02T19:29:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-03T23:30:18Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-03T23:30:18Z</updated>
    <lj:music>It dies today</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to &lt;i&gt;the Seventh Level of Hell!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Here is how you matched up against all the levels:&lt;br&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="1" style="margin: 5px; background-color: #000000; border: none; font: 10pt arial, verdana, &amp;#39;sans serif&amp;#39;;"&gt;&lt;tr style="font: bold 12pt arial, verdana, &amp;#39;sans serif&amp;#39;; text-align: center; color: #ffffff; background-color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;b&gt;Level&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;b&gt;Score&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #220033; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#0" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Purgatory&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Repenting Believers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #ff1133; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #110022; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#1" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 1 - Limbo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Virtuous Non-Believers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #aa33aa; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moderate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #220011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#2" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Lustful)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #ff1133; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #330011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#3" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Gluttonous)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #4466dd; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #440011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#4" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Prodigal and Avaricious)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #3344bb; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #550011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#5" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Wrathful and Gloomy)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #ff1133; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #660011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#6" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 6 - The City of Dis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Heretics)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #3344bb; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #770011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#7" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Violent)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #ff1133; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #880011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#8" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 8- the Malebolge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #aa33aa; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moderate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #990011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#9" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 9 - Cocytus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Treacherous)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #ff1133; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Take the &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-test.mv"&gt;Dante's Inferno Hell Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:marissia_x:41867</id>
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    <title>marissia_x @ 2005-09-01T23:57:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-03T03:58:21Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-03T03:58:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">kk my livejournal is malfuntioning, sorry if weird shit from my journal occurs on your friends page.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:marissia_x:41663</id>
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    <title>marissia_x @ 2005-09-01T23:53:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-03T03:53:38Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-03T03:53:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">,,,</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:marissia_x:41253</id>
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    <title>Colorado Or Some Place Like That...</title>
    <published>2005-09-03T03:44:21Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-03T03:44:21Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Abandon Your Friends</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="431" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v434/mrcia/stephane1.jpg" width="700"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;Forget those days Akira Kurosawa could give you on some Japanese Bulletrain defying a desert tarantula staring head on with small godly eyes. Flutes play in the background, the flautist gives one too many serenades. My ankles can feel the water. I rarely think of myself in terms of my ankles, or ears, or toes. It would be like talking about someone you only just met. A number would trade a bacterium for 12 picaletres of milk. Suddenly my breath becomes an afterthought till I remember and find it hard to breathe. And I disagree with this being a random attempt at… something. I witnessed a large orb weaver spider cannabalize a smaller spider. I dunno what species the small one is. The big one was called&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: black"&gt;Araneus cavaticus&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Anyways the spider constricted the smaller spider and webbed him up. It proceeded to feed on the smaller spider. Now is this normal? I heard spider cannibalization only occurs after courtship. But I doubt they courted in under 2 seconds. Anyways. Bilaterally Symmetrical&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Lips pierced, the ring in the cut looking up at the dinosaurs.! Everyone is sleeping, waking up in shadows, water broke and look who came out! Mother Earth had a c section, Pandora came and took the gun. Who done it, Everyone dies, everyone is born, everyone lives, everyone kills eachother, the meteor was late, and fashionably.&lt;/p&gt;
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    <title>Colorado Or Some Place Like That...</title>
    <published>2005-09-03T03:43:47Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-03T03:43:47Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Abandon Your Friends</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="431" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v434/mrcia/stephane1.jpg" width="700"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;Forget those days Akira Kurosawa could give you on some Japanese Bulletrain defying a desert tarantula staring head on with small godly eyes. Flutes play in the background, the flautist gives one too many serenades. My ankles can feel the water. I rarely think of myself in terms of my ankles, or ears, or toes. It would be like talking about someone you only just met. A number would trade a bacterium for 12 picaletres of milk. Suddenly my breath becomes an afterthought till I remember and find it hard to breathe. And I disagree with this being a random attempt at… something. I witnessed a large orb weaver spider cannabalize a smaller spider. I dunno what species the small one is. The big one was called&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: black"&gt;Araneus cavaticus&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Anyways the spider constricted the smaller spider and webbed him up. It proceeded to feed on the smaller spider. Now is this normal? I heard spider cannibalization only occurs after courtship. But I doubt they courted in under 2 seconds. Anyways. Bilaterally Symmetrical&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Lips pierced, the ring in the cut looking up at the dinosaurs.! Everyone is sleeping, waking up in shadows, water broke and look who came out! Mother Earth had a c section, Pandora came and took the gun. Who done it, Everyone dies, everyone is born, everyone lives, everyone kills eachother, the meteor was late, and fashionably.&lt;/p&gt;
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:marissia_x:40378</id>
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    <title>marissia_x @ 2005-11-26T02:18:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-27T06:20:12Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-27T06:20:12Z</updated>
    <lj:music>the last american cowboy</lj:music>
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&lt;p&gt;damn right. it is worth killing your friends page.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>I will break your fucking head open. Because I am stupid. I do not give a fuck about jail.</title>
    <published>2005-08-23T03:55:21Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-23T03:55:21Z</updated>
    <lj:music>quantice never crashed</lj:music>
    <content type="html">-The English Butlers Are the Best Part of the Movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richie Rich and Batman were lucky sons of guns. The butlers were all washed up and pretty much done, but still they cared for the child they loved and never let them down. Alfred is the pillar of strength and Jarvis loves Tony. Why do we all forget that missing father? We just do not bother. Guides are good too. Honest and true, I wish I could see them all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun can be overwhelmingly bright, and I try to put up a fight, but it is only because I am fighting myself. Like a garden, fighting to survive and love. And adapt like every thing does. I admire that about nature, it is just there and doesn’t care what you think. Humans are the only ones who think about others watching them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s all numbers, that is all it is&lt;br /&gt;Parasympathetic&lt;br /&gt;Riffs are devils, and I respect you. But the guilt of acknowledging the negativity of others is more than devils can support me in. Black X marks treasure, and it looks a lot better than dotted lines on the wrists. It is more like the legs. Yoda was a fucking heretic, so watch out because a gallant jedi is not what we all thought he would be. Hate and fear and I love yous, why is this the ammunition of the 42nd century when all we have is our hurtful minds? The future is not physical so start planning ahead and lose the steroids. A prophecy of sorts, in hubris, but all we can do is sit around and watch the last orca die&lt;br /&gt;Despite your darkness I can grope my way through your black soul. You got it, I got it&lt;br /&gt;Let us leave it at that&lt;br /&gt;Except this time I will find my way to the other side, and when I do I do not know what&lt;br /&gt;I will find, dun dun dun, lets find out shall we</content>
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    <title>masturbation is my anti drug</title>
    <published>2005-08-14T06:22:38Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-14T06:27:07Z</updated>
    <lj:music>number 12 looks like you</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I rue the day Dakota Fanning will become yet another Hollywood party girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we’ve heard this all before, we all played the part of the whore, this way leads to a deadly foreplay. Watch his hands girly, he may be sympathetically feeling your flowered breasts, but his fingertips are ready to lacerate your supple form of innocence. Mascara is mixed with a hailstorm of engineered semen. “In my experience seamen and women do not mix” Well put.  Ejaculation turns to horror, looking down at the expressive display of depravity. Your brain menstruates troubled doctrines in the wake of a handful of cock. Don’t be like them, young lass. Loose lips sink ships, give this away and you will pay for it in blood. Lingerie is routinely endorsed upon the virgin of our minds. Forget forget, I take a hormone over a whore moan. Then we shall run down the street clawing at eachother trying to speak, but only coughing up a good portion of dna. This is the way it will go, try and vasex tomizze your children while you can. The ones prone to becoming women will be targeted first off. The choice is yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor said “a good dose of clitoracide is good for what ails you”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate and Leo seemed to lose sight of those couples who would just fall of the fucking bow of the ship. Most do willingly. A thousand trips and a thousand vaginal secretions later, you got yourself a movie in the making. I see beer and hear music, they ask politely to be consumed. I routinely refuse, followed by stabbing myself in the liver. Pussy pussy pussy, modern vocabulary. Routine spilling of magazine, cosmopolitan, 32 ways to get him turned on. Did you think he wanted to sit and paint your portrait?</content>
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    <title>marissia_x @ 2005-09-26T00:51:00</title>
    <published>2005-06-27T04:51:36Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-27T04:51:36Z</updated>
    <lj:music>converge</lj:music>
    <content type="html">FUCK IT ALL</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:marissia_x:39055</id>
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    <title>marissia_x @ 2005-07-14T23:34:00</title>
    <published>2005-06-15T03:37:38Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-01T20:59:24Z</updated>
    <lj:music>fbtmof, law of averages</lj:music>
    <content type="html">http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v434/mrcia/newart.gif</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:marissia_x:38892</id>
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    <title>marissia_x @ 2005-05-31T22:50:00</title>
    <published>2005-06-01T02:51:13Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-01T02:52:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">this is the fucking how many numbers in your livejournal find a picture. 

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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:marissia_x:38537</id>
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    <title>ante up bitch it is christmas</title>
    <published>2005-05-14T17:07:12Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-14T17:07:12Z</updated>
    <lj:music>at all fucking cost- the formula</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Looks like he is copulating again. I wanna diiii-err dire docks. B1tch Plz. Anyways, Fire, knives, alcohol n rock n roll never seemed so heterosexual- thus avoid and that is expensive. Start over medicating the guitars and your masturbation fantasies, and then we can all be better. In any case, milk is the ecstasy to escape your wretched life. No wonder you like tits so much. Telling it like it is, is apologetic. Although the only people who are allowed to tell it like it is had to become fashionable and make comments in the corner. Sorry to culture your bohemian fantasies, and the cells, the nuclei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hospitals never looked scarier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, things have been a bit hectic and jerking off is slightly old school now. It is confusing when people are always expecting things in different shapes and form. And the delivery is just a disapointment or something that no one cared about anyway. In the desert, and no one thinks it is odd for masses to revert to a grade 5 mentality that the football and the asskissing is the way to become non suicidal... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na na na na na shut the fuck up.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:marissia_x:38296</id>
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    <title>I hope I have seduced you in one way or another at some point in your life</title>
    <published>2005-04-30T21:48:33Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-14T05:51:26Z</updated>
    <lj:music>mcmb- circle the sky</lj:music>
    <content type="html">/////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is a being who is behind the end. And the end is the pager. Then a belt made of bullets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fight me.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:marissia_x:38015</id>
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    <title>The Brain, it's bastards, and the prom</title>
    <published>2005-04-28T01:40:35Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-28T01:52:16Z</updated>
    <lj:music>fbtmof given to dreams</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Excitatory Synapse&lt;br /&gt;The times we share, the times we take, the times we steal, and the feelings we fake, the senses we abuse, the words we choose, the poems mean everything, but in Vegas you always lose, I hear the doves in the morning, but that is where they stay, when afternoon comes, they only fade away, and when the road kill cooks, and the flies come and play, You’ll hear humanity fucking the pain away today.&lt;br /&gt;	Endocrine&lt;br /&gt;Thunder can be heard as your tears drown kids, and everyone else weeps at this predicament. Pretty soon, repitions of mortality can be tracked, as they fly south in the winter, we will all die good, clean, suffocated on the idea of death itself. Go ahead and be fascinated, your necrophilia makes the leeches wet. Down the street, don’t take the right, Blood and tears, like angels and demons battle over your dignity, goodbye! Goodnight! Epic floods of poignancy choke the children, cry cry cry cry Stella! The desert filled with the pagers cast away in the apocalypse, next it will be the ipods, the radio stars skeleton smiles nicely…&lt;br /&gt;	Dendrites&lt;br /&gt;The ocean is filled with all kinds of fun things. Take the trampoline and not the elevator. Justin broke his leg, dendrites made him. More dramatic and secretive, the patterns evident, spit on the poor, the helpless, the insane, in the hospital bed, the dendrites sneak in the room, slowly remove Justin’s intravenous love, his hope, his liquid happiness, the confidence in a bottle movement killed the hippies, Disco is fucking next, dendrites, LET’S GO, why me, why me.&lt;br /&gt;	Acetylcholine&lt;br /&gt;Heroics and nervous breakdowns next episode kids, how did you perform today, ribbed for her pleasure. Technology mark two, just to get you to check mark three, this ship has sailed.  I hate to see you like this, all cut up, all bloody, all accomplished and feeling so darn beautiful in your bloody wedding, the shawl is red, the bridesmaids are statues and the groom is the last man on earth, the last fuck, the last epic ejaculation, the rage, the premise for your baby, your bloody newborn baby, raised on the feelings of the storm, somewhere the condom is waiting, crawl into, breath your latex afterlife, wake up, and feel the fire. &lt;br /&gt;	Bilaterally Symmetrical&lt;br /&gt;Lips pierced, the ring in the cut looking up at the dinosaurs. Everyone is choking! Everyone is sleeping, waking up in shadows, water broke and look who came out! Mother Earth had a c section, Pandora came and took the gun. Who done it, Everyone dies, everyone is born, everyone lives, everyone kills eachother, the meteor was late, and fashionably.</content>
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    <title>marissia_x @ 2005-04-22T10:52:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-23T15:03:09Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-23T15:03:09Z</updated>
    <lj:music>fbtmof , fashion tips baby</lj:music>
    <content type="html">the show was darn fine. Got there, got my XCOREXXXXXx1 merch, then walked in. Fear Before was the one I was very much looking forward to see, as well as the chariot. Fear played an amazing set, going crazy, bringing it loud. These arms were sex and reminded me of thursday, chariot gave no surprises, I expect them to be the most kick ass show ever and they were. Fucking crazy random rocking shit. Then underoath came, the sound was big, the lights crazy and the band rocking. FUCK. good stuff, will post my aftershow hxc dancing soon.</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>marissia_x @ 2005-04-19T23:23:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-21T03:39:36Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-21T03:39:36Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Kate Bush- running up that hill</lj:music>
    <content type="html">It is a tricky subject these subjects of priority you present me with... And so, betrayal is a nonchalant everyday occurence that seems to roll of the tongue of everyone frustrated and CLOUDED by their lives. The impact of the expression. Hits me in the goddam thraot like fucking barb wire. Your philosophies are assbackwards, you spiral into pregnancy and third rate lifestyles. Anyway, people seem so interested in other people and cling like bacteria when they realize they wronged other people in the name of love. Decisions are irrelevant to talk about, seeing as they are irrelevant. By the way what has the pope done so horrifically wrong? The bible is the greatest book ever written, along with the talmud and quoran. Leviticus is the devil in the music, the diabolis. And I am by no means a devout catholic, nor a catholic in general. Not an athiest, but an agnostic. And everyone says they are athiest, but they are not. No one is ever done looking. You pray when you are alone and crying to something. Why is that? Every religion practices the thing that makes us luminous beings. Sacrifice. Irony is application of sacrifice. The devil has a presence in the heart of fucking arogance. The devil is you. It is about taking what belongs inside yourself and doing it without the sacrifice of your dignity, your hatred, your convictions, your blame, and your defense mechanism set to blow. You love eachother, so sacrifice your hate, sacrifice your house, sacrifice your hair, sacrifice your life. In any case, Sacrifice is the thing that makes you feel like a whole person... for me anyway. Fuck, the 80's were good. So anyways, yeah, make peace with god fuckers. Sacrifice hate.</content>
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    <title>marissia_x @ 2005-04-05T20:06:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-06T00:12:06Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-06T01:09:29Z</updated>
    <lj:music>cha cha cha</lj:music>
    <content type="html">ONE: Pick twenty musicians.&lt;br /&gt;TWO: Post them and see who can guess which song of each musician's is your favorite&lt;br /&gt;THREE: Once someone guesses right, bold that row and include your favorite song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(in no particular order) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Bled&lt;br /&gt;2. Underoath&lt;br /&gt;3. The Chariot&lt;br /&gt;4. Norma Jean&lt;br /&gt;5. Alexisonfire&lt;br /&gt;6. Hopesfall&lt;br /&gt;7. As I lay dying&lt;br /&gt;8. Fear Before the March of Flames&lt;br /&gt;9. Athlete- XXXXX&lt;br /&gt;10. Coldplay&lt;br /&gt;11. Bright Eyes&lt;br /&gt;12. Every time I die- XXXXX&lt;br /&gt;13. blood brothers&lt;br /&gt;14. BNO&lt;br /&gt;15. Moneen&lt;br /&gt;16. From Autumn to ashes&lt;br /&gt;17. Dillinger EP&lt;br /&gt;18. Death from above 1979&lt;br /&gt;19. the Mars Volta&lt;br /&gt;20. Weezer- XXXXX</content>
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    <title>marissia_x @ 2005-04-02T10:27:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-02T15:29:01Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-02T15:29:01Z</updated>
    <lj:music>as I lay Dying, thousand steps</lj:music>
    <content type="html">These star wars darth vader voice changer commercials are giving me wood every time they come on teevee.</content>
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    <title>marissia_x @ 2005-03-31T23:38:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-01T04:40:24Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-14T05:48:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I think this says all that needs to be said about dangerous faith... I found this on some controversial livejournal saying gays are going to hell... lunacy. This is the most entertaining thing I have viewed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dear Miranda&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for doing so much to educate people regarding God's Law. I have learned a great deal from you, and I try to share that knowledge with as many people as I can. When someone tries to defend the homosexual lifestyle, for example, I simply remind him that Leviticus 18:22 clearly states it to be an abomination. End of debate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do need some advice from you, however, regarding some of the specific laws and how to best follow them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) When I burn a bull on the altar as a sacrifice, I know it creates a pleasing odor for the Lord (Lev 1:9). The problem is my neighbors. They claim the odor is not pleasing to them. Should I smite them? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) I would like to sell my daughter into slavery, as sanctioned in Exodus 21:7. In this day and age, what do you think would be a fair price for her? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) I know that I am allowed no contact with a woman while she is in her period of menstrual uncleanliness (Lev 15:19-24). The problem is, how do I tell? I have tried asking, but most women take offense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d) Lev. 25:44 states that I may indeed possess slaves, both male and female, provided they are purchased from neighboring nations. A friend of mine claims that this applies to Mexicans, but not Canadians. Can you clarify? Why can't I own Canadians? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e) I have a neighbor who insists on working on the Sabbath. Exodus 35:2 clearly states he should be put to death. Am I morally obligated to kill him myself? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;f) A friend of mine feels that even though eating shellfish is an Abomination (Lev 11:10), it is a lesser abomination than homosexuality. I don't agree. Can you settle this? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;g) Lev 21:20 states that I may not approach the altar of God if I have a defect in my sight. I have to admit that I wear reading glasses. Does my vision have to be 20/20, or is there some wiggle room here? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;h) Most of my male friends get their hair trimmed, including the hair around their temples, even though this is expressly forbidden by Lev 19:27. How should they die? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i) I know from Lev 11:6-8 that touching the skin of a dead pig makes me unclean, but may I still play football if I wear gloves? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j) My uncle has a farm. He violates Lev 19:19 by planting two different crops in the same field, as does his wife by wearing garments made of two different kinds of thread (cotton/polyester blend). He also tends to curse and blaspheme a lot. Is it really necessary that we go to all the trouble of getting the whole town together to stone them? (Lev 24:10-16) Couldn't we just burn them to death at a private family affair like we do with people who sleep with their in-laws? (Lev. 20:14) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you have studied these things extensively, so I am confident you can help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you again for reminding us that God's word is eternal and unchanging. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your devoted disciple and adoring fan."</content>
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    <title>marissia_x @ 2005-03-26T23:06:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-27T04:11:41Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-27T04:11:41Z</updated>
    <lj:music>the chariot, yellow dress locked knees</lj:music>
    <content type="html">love is a flower that further opens... and polenates. Oh man... not being all OMFGAWSH I LUV TEH RUSHMORE MOVIE ALL OF A SUDDEN, but dudes,that was a brilliant movie, very Wes Anderson. Say a prayer for surf boy is kaare andrews, but when I heard that I had my day. Ty, six string samurai kicked my ass ten times over. Looking forward to the chariot... and oh fuck, I just remembered weezer tickets went on sale THIS FUCKING MORNING. anyways,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much Madison.</content>
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    <title>A MAN AND HIS SEIGE</title>
    <published>2005-03-24T04:58:44Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-24T04:58:44Z</updated>
    <lj:music>of course, what else, MAN SEIGE</lj:music>
    <content type="html">It is fucking man seige. It is a phenonmenon of battle and love. love BLOOMS on the battlefield! Dracon is a badass, and cedric is just a pimp. Pure pimpage, you guys PWN.</content>
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