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  <title>Epicgemarie</title>
  <subtitle>Epicgemarie</subtitle>
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    <name>Epicgemarie</name>
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  <updated>2009-05-23T03:46:42Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:hide__and__seek:57694</id>
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    <title>hide__and__seek @ 2009-05-22T23:16:00</title>
    <published>2009-05-23T03:46:42Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-23T03:46:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">im having a hard time. a really hard time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no title yet..i literally just finished it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it’s safe &lt;br /&gt;Maybe it’s safe to run from the sun&lt;br /&gt;it burns let me know when its my turn &lt;br /&gt;I'll jump&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;br /&gt;Haven’t had anything to eat&lt;br /&gt;My stomachs grumblin these thoughts tumblin &lt;br /&gt;Keeping me from sleep car shadows cruise along walls&lt;br /&gt;Drownin daggers of brawls &lt;br /&gt;Inner ear talks bout my sunrise beer &lt;br /&gt;Quit bankin on fused time entwined in thankin tweets of robins in specific heats &lt;br /&gt;Numbing sensation got me itchin, not switchin, dim the glitter, more fitter&lt;br /&gt;This pinch hitter in place branding the word replace for the lack of running base&lt;br /&gt;Mom still got those purple joints&lt;br /&gt;Conversations controlled by exclamation points, these days&lt;br /&gt;Been layin here since 805 now its 9&lt;br /&gt;55 Chevy passin on ceilin too surrealin but its revealin high ways that got me in a daze&lt;br /&gt;Daddys near the stove top in the kitch screamin out about his sales pitch &lt;br /&gt;Don’t mean nothing but a bunch of gibberish &lt;br /&gt;Relayin distortion questions of abortion got my heart in contortion&lt;br /&gt;His lips still movin likes he’s an actor but he threw out the script screaming no way or my way &lt;br /&gt;Replyin with dead ends are one way &lt;br /&gt;Streets without the bend&lt;br /&gt;I cant pretend that this anxiety blend is goin to somehow fizzle down and mend I but I do intend on working on bitter ends if only you could comprehend&lt;br /&gt;I’ve heard the sun don’t shine forever but as long as its shining is it even possible to come together or should I forget about shining altogether?&lt;br /&gt;But honestly let me see &lt;br /&gt;I’d like to meet the one in charge of the bus stop mayhem propped up on our lawn whose responsible for early morn yawns&lt;br /&gt;Suited up standing soap box tall &lt;br /&gt;Preaching above all bout bottles of magic potion said to put mom back in motion&lt;br /&gt;Ive got blood in my mouth from the hole in my tongue that was causing the sensations of numb&lt;br /&gt;Ness that was mentioned before, I left out the part about being knocked out on the floor &lt;br /&gt;I'm having episodes of déjà vu and I don’t look good in black and blue &lt;br /&gt;But the celestial sphere does my memory is fuzzed &lt;br /&gt;But I know third degree burns still scar the skin of the sky &lt;br /&gt;I would have done anything to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;It’s hard but not harder than I thought &lt;br /&gt;Distraught learning how hard I would have fought&lt;br /&gt;To keep you here now, now I’m left with the same old fear of&lt;br /&gt;Forever that feels so strong and I don’t think I can wait that long tell me why does this feel wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it’s safe &lt;br /&gt;Maybe it’s safe to run from the sun&lt;br /&gt;But that burn it don’t matter if it’s my turn&lt;br /&gt;Cause Im jumpin&lt;br /&gt;Im jumpin in &lt;br /&gt;Leavin behind the sound of trumpets or violins&lt;br /&gt;It’s not about lose or win&lt;br /&gt;It’s not about baring that grin&lt;br /&gt;It’s about learning to surpass all feeling and taste the light within</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:hide__and__seek:7490</id>
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    <title>hide__and__seek @ 2005-11-21T21:47:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-22T02:48:09Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-22T02:48:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">yes sirr.&lt;br /&gt;friends only.&lt;br /&gt;its dipsett</content>
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