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  <title>pocket satan</title>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 09 Jul 2004 18:40:30 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Of COURSE she&apos;s had it in the ear before...</title>
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  <description>So i&apos;ve been dating my father&apos;s secretary for awhile now and I really like her  know what she did when i showed her my freezer full of parts?  she didn&apos;t cry  she didn&apos;t gag she didn&apos;t pass out she didn&apos;t run-she just gave me her recipe for toe and finger casserole  i think i love her&lt;br /&gt;    now lets see how long it takes before we have our first major fight and attempt to eat eachother...</description>
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  <lj:music>the pop and sizzle of favorite recipes</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">the pop and sizzle of favorite recipes</media:title>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 22 Jun 2004 19:20:53 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Missing you...Piecemeal</title>
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  <description>&quot;Here comes Johnny Yen again&lt;br /&gt;With the liquor and drugs&lt;br /&gt;And the flesh machine&lt;br /&gt;He&apos;s gonna do another striptease&lt;br /&gt;Hey man where&apos;d you get&lt;br /&gt;That lotion? I been hurting&lt;br /&gt;Since I bought the gimmick&lt;br /&gt;About something called love&lt;br /&gt;Yeah something called love&lt;br /&gt;That&apos;s like hypnotizing chickens&lt;br /&gt;Well I am just a modern guy&lt;br /&gt;Of course I&apos;ve had it in the ear before&lt;br /&gt;&apos;Cause of a lust for life&lt;br /&gt;&apos;Cause of a lust for life&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m worth a million in prizes&lt;br /&gt;With my torture film&lt;br /&gt;Drive a G.T.O.&lt;br /&gt;Wear a uniform&lt;br /&gt;All on a government loan&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m worth a million in prizes&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I&apos;m through with sleeping on the&lt;br /&gt;Sidewalk - no more beating my brains&lt;br /&gt;With the liquor and drugs&lt;br /&gt;With the liquor and drugs&lt;br /&gt;Well I am just a modern guy&lt;br /&gt;Of course I&apos;ve had it in the ear before&lt;br /&gt;&apos;Cause of a lust for life&lt;br /&gt;&apos;Cause of a lust for life&lt;br /&gt;I got a lust for life&lt;br /&gt;Got a lust for life&lt;br /&gt;Oh a lust for life&lt;br /&gt;Oh a lust for life&lt;br /&gt;A lust for life&lt;br /&gt;I got a lust for life&lt;br /&gt;I got a lust for life&lt;br /&gt;Well I am just a modern guy&lt;br /&gt;Of course I&apos;ve had it in the ear before&lt;br /&gt;&apos;Cause of a lust for life&lt;br /&gt;&apos;Cause of a lust for life&lt;br /&gt;&apos;Cause of a lust for life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes Johnny Yen again&lt;br /&gt;With the liquor and drugs&lt;br /&gt;And the flesh machine&lt;br /&gt;He&apos;s gonna do another striptease&lt;br /&gt;Hey man where&apos;d you get&lt;br /&gt;That lotion? Your skin starts&lt;br /&gt;Itching once you buy the gimmick&lt;br /&gt;About something called love&lt;br /&gt;Oh love love love&lt;br /&gt;That&apos;s like hypnotizing chickens&lt;br /&gt;Well I am just a modern guy&lt;br /&gt;Of course I&apos;ve had it in the ear before&lt;br /&gt;&apos;Cause of a lust for life&quot;--Igggy Pop, &quot;Lust For Life&quot;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    OoOoo, Lust for life!  i&apos;ve just listened to this new Iggy Pop song i don&apos;t get out much and he is really inspirational here&apos;s another guy who loves to have it in the ear plus obviously he&apos;s a vampire you go Iggy lust for blood! whoo&lt;br /&gt;    i&apos;m sorry I haven&apos;t updated in two years but nothing much ever goes on in my life i&apos;ve been thinking a lot about Fluffy lately and the way he foamed at the mouth whenever he had a seizure  hehe  i miss that lil&apos; guy&lt;br /&gt;    things didn&apos;t work out with the vet the candlewax was only luke-warm  he didn&apos;t really know how to do it  but I&apos;ve been dating my father&apos;s new secretary  she&apos;s pretty hot  of course she&apos;s had it in the ear before  and she says she used to dissect her stuffed animals  cool&lt;br /&gt;    maybe she won&apos;t yell at me when I show her my freezer full of leftover limbs  that would make me happy</description>
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  <lj:music>drip drip drip what liquid is that?</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">drip drip drip what liquid is that?</media:title>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 28 Mar 2002 17:42:22 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>well</title>
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  <description>maybe it&apos;s not so bad having someone else type in my journal  i liked the link they put up  that was interesting  and informative  i think i may take it up as a hobby  but i haven&apos;t had much practice killing animals since fluffy died  i saw the vet yesterday and he asked if i wanted to let him take me out to dinner and maybe a movie and then melt candlwax all over the back of my neck  i didn&apos;t have anything better to do so i said yes  i mean i have friends  and i see them all the time  but my friends are the type of friends where you don&apos;t have to call first  you just drop by and hopefully they will stop chewing off their own limbs long enough to at least greet you maybe they will offer friendly advice about what kind of porridge to eat with prostitute brains  or maybe they will offer decorating tips for your underground holding cell  my friends have always been able to tell me which color pastel towels scream &quot;I&apos;ll always pass up the heart for the eyes at my dinner table&quot; and which merely scream  heh  i was joking  don&apos;t you get jokes  YES MY JOKES ARE FUNNY AND YES I HAVE FRIENDS YOU B*TCH</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 28 Mar 2002 16:08:11 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>aaah  not me</title>
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  <description>i don&apos;t know who but someone has been messing with my livejournal  i don&apos;t know how they knew my password or what i did to my brother or why but i didn&apos;t write that  maybe it was fluffy getting back at me  maybe fluffy possesed some poor depraved man and made him write in my journal  well anyway that stuff is true  except the part about talking to my brother  i know exactly which piece to talk to  his head.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 26 Mar 2002 18:59:04 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Hee hee!</title>
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  <description>i LIKE this website!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://drew.corrupt.net/squirrel/&quot;&gt;http://drew.corrupt.net/squirrel/&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 26 Mar 2002 18:48:24 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>recipe</title>
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  <description>So i talked to my brother yesterday.  He didn&apos;t have a lot to say.  I haven&apos;t talked to him since I found him with our mommy.  She was letting him do all sorts of nasty stuff to her.  The kind of stuff daddy used to do to her, only worse.  i think he practiced this stuff on my puppy, first, and that&apos;s why she wouldn&apos;t eat anything anymore.  I guess i knew about the things my brother and my mommy were doing, but it hurt to see him draw her blood.  It hurt to see that she liked it.  Ever since then i&apos;ve hated that bitch.  Watching them do those things made me crazy.  i don&apos;t get crazy.  Normally I&apos;m very sane.  everything is usually ok in my world.  but the two of them made me so mad that i got the poker from the fireplace and stuck it in the oven for a little bit.  Then i took it out while it was still burning hot.  i stabbed my brother in the legs again and again with it until his legs were swollen and bloody.  it was very good therapy.  But these days, after all I&apos;ve done to my brother, i don&apos;t know which piece to talk to.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 15 Apr 2001 03:03:19 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>mommy project: limping down memory lane</title>
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  <description>so i was limping down memory lane today...my foster mommy told me that i was bad  she told me that i was crazy  she told me that i made her afraid for her life  she made me feel awful  so i hit her  with a chainsaw  until all that was left of her was a piece small enough to fit into my jacket pocket  i took it to the science the science fair and i told my teacher that i should get an a because i made it myself with a knife and some coat hangers  she asked what it was and i told her it was my mommy and she didn&apos;t want to believe me  her eyes got all round and she held her hand to her mouth to keep her lunch down  i asked her if i would get my a and she turned to me with her sour breath heating my little child face and said &quot;You&apos;ll get what you deserve, you little monster!&quot;  i didn&apos;t like her either so i hit her with the last piece of my foster mommy  my foster daddy came over and asked me what was the matter between me and teacher and i said that the teacher didn&apos;t like my mommy project  &quot;That&apos;s ok, dear.  Come on home and we&apos;ll have some of the meat that i found in the garage.&quot;  i told him where that meat came from but he just smiled and said &quot;that&apos;s all right, your mommy always was a b*tch.&quot;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 10 Apr 2001 04:00:46 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Fat Wad of hundreds</title>
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  <description>So I went to the vet and he asked me why i was giving him a protein shake that smelled like cat i don&apos;t think the answer mattered to him very much he was all pale and sweaty he had lost about twenty pounds he stopped grinding his teeth long enough to speak to me he said &quot;I sometimes ask myself why i sell cocaine to cops; then I pull out my fat wad of hundreds, and I know why. I know why.&quot; i asked him if he knew where fluffy went but he just started drooling and his eyes glazed over oh well maybe fluffy went to a better place maybe he went to my home</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 02 Apr 2001 15:03:58 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Fluffy&apos;s wild ride</title>
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  <description>A funny thing happened to me today: I felt bad so I decided to do something to cheer myself up Now normally it wouldn&apos;t be a funny thing I mean everyone feels bad sometimes right But I never feel bad I like myself and i am always happy ALWAYS Hehe So to cheer myself up i needed to make someone else suffer The first person I saw was my cat Fluffy i named him after my friend&apos;s ex who was just well fluffy Fluffy likes the kitchen countertop which drives me crazy But i&apos;m not crazy I like myself I&apos;m always happy ALWAYS Fluffy was glad to see me I could tell because he rubbed up against the blender as though it was my leg He got cat hairs into it THAT&apos;S IT i thought THAT&apos;S THE LAST TIME i LET HIM GET CAT HAIRS IN MY PROTEIN DRINKS i grabbed Fluffy and tossed him into the blender He thought it was some new game and he started purring like crazy It gave me a headache So i hit frappe which gave me an even bigger headache Something wet ran down my arm More on this when Fluffy gets back from the vet</description>
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