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  <title>Running_To_Stand_Still</title>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 05 Aug 2006 08:18:32 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>What&apos;s Good</title>
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  <description>Life&apos;s like a mayonnaise soda&lt;br /&gt;and life&apos;s like space without room&lt;br /&gt;And life&apos;s like bacon and ice cream&lt;br /&gt;that&apos;s what life&apos;s like without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life&apos;s like forever becoming&lt;br /&gt;but life&apos;s forever dealing in hurt&lt;br /&gt;Now life&apos;s like death without living&lt;br /&gt;that&apos;s what life&apos;s like without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life&apos;s like Sanskrit read to a pony&lt;br /&gt;I see you in my mind&apos;s eye strangling on your tongue&lt;br /&gt;What&apos;s good is knowing such devotion&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ve been around - I know what makes things run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What good is seeing eye chocolate&lt;br /&gt;what good&apos;s a computerized nose&lt;br /&gt;And what good was cancer in April&lt;br /&gt;why no good - no good at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What good&apos;s a war without killing&lt;br /&gt;what good is rain that falls up&lt;br /&gt;What good&apos;s a disease that won&apos;t hurt you&lt;br /&gt;why no good, I guess, no good at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What good are these thoughts that I&apos;m thinking&lt;br /&gt;It must be better not to be thinking at all&lt;br /&gt;A styrofoam lover with emotions of concrete&lt;br /&gt;no not much, not much at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What&apos;s good is life without living&lt;br /&gt;what good&apos;s this lion that barks&lt;br /&gt;You loved a life others throw away nightly&lt;br /&gt;it&apos;s not fair, not fair at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What&apos;s good?&lt;br /&gt;oh, baby, what&apos;s good?&lt;br /&gt;What&apos;s good?&lt;br /&gt;what&apos;s good? not much at all</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 05 Aug 2006 08:17:59 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Dirty Boulevard</title>
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  <description>Pedro lives out of the Wilshire Hotel&lt;br /&gt;he looks out a window without glass&lt;br /&gt;The walls are made of cardboard, newspapers on his feet&lt;br /&gt;his father beats him &apos;cause he&apos;s too tired to beg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He&apos;s got 9 brothers and sisters&lt;br /&gt;they&apos;re brought up on their knees&lt;br /&gt;it&apos;s hard to run when a coat hanger beats you on the thighs&lt;br /&gt;Pedro dreams of being older and killing the old man&lt;br /&gt;but that&apos;s a slim chance he&apos;s going to the boulevard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He&apos;s going to end up, on the dirty boulevard&lt;br /&gt;he&apos;s going out, to the dirty boulevard&lt;br /&gt;He&apos;s going down, to the dirty boulevard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This room cost 2,000 dollars a month&lt;br /&gt;you can believe it man it&apos;s true&lt;br /&gt;somewhere a landlord&apos;s laughing till he wets his pants&lt;br /&gt;No one here dreams of being a doctor or a lawyer or anything&lt;br /&gt;they dream of dealing on the dirty boulevard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me your hungry, your tired your poor I&apos;ll piss on &apos;em&lt;br /&gt;that&apos;s what the Statue of Bigotry says&lt;br /&gt;Your poor huddled masses, let&apos;s club &apos;em to death&lt;br /&gt;and get it over with and just dump &apos;em on the boulevard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get to end up, on the dirty boulevard&lt;br /&gt;going out, to the dirty boulevard&lt;br /&gt;He&apos;s going down, on the dirty boulevard&lt;br /&gt;going out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside it&apos;s a bright night&lt;br /&gt;there&apos;s an opera at Lincoln Center&lt;br /&gt;movie stars arrive by limousine&lt;br /&gt;The klieg lights shoot up over the skyline of Manhattan&lt;br /&gt;but the lights are out on the Mean Streets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A small kid stands by the Lincoln Tunnel&lt;br /&gt;he&apos;s selling plastic roses for a buck&lt;br /&gt;The traffic&apos;s backed up to 39th street&lt;br /&gt;the TV whores are calling the cops out for a suck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And back at the Wilshire, Pedro sits there dreaming&lt;br /&gt;he&apos;s found a book on magic in a garbage can&lt;br /&gt;He looks at the pictures and stares at the cracked ceiling&lt;br /&gt;&quot;At the count of 3&quot; he says, &quot;I hope I can disappear&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And fly fly away, from this dirty boulevard&lt;br /&gt;I want to fly, from dirty boulevard&lt;br /&gt;I want to fly, from dirty boulevard&lt;br /&gt;I want to fly-fly-fly-fly, from dirty boulevard</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 05 Aug 2006 08:17:15 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Romeo Had Juliette</title>
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  <description>Caught between the twisted stars&lt;br /&gt;the plotted lines the faulty map&lt;br /&gt;that brought Columbus to New York&lt;br /&gt;Betwixt between the East and West&lt;br /&gt;he calls on her wearing a leather vest&lt;br /&gt;the earth squeals and shudders to a halt&lt;br /&gt;A diamond crucifix in his ear&lt;br /&gt;is used to help ward off the fear&lt;br /&gt;that he has left his soul in someone&apos;s rented car&lt;br /&gt;Inside his pants he hides a mop&lt;br /&gt;to clean the mess that he has dropped&lt;br /&gt;into the life of lithesome Juliette Bell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Romeo wanted Juliette&lt;br /&gt;and Juliette wanted Romeo&lt;br /&gt;And Romeo wanted Juliette&lt;br /&gt;and Juliette wanted Romeo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romeo Rodriguez squares&lt;br /&gt;his shoulders and curses Jesus&lt;br /&gt;runs a comb through his black pony-tail&lt;br /&gt;He&apos;s thinking of his lonely room&lt;br /&gt;the sink that by his bed gives off a stink&lt;br /&gt;then smells her perfume in his eyes&lt;br /&gt;And her voice was like a bell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside the streets were steaming the crack&lt;br /&gt;dealers were dreaming&lt;br /&gt;of an Uzi someone had just scored&lt;br /&gt;&apos;I betcha I could hit that light&lt;br /&gt;with my one good arm behind my back&apos;&lt;br /&gt;says little Joey Diaz&lt;br /&gt;Brother give me another tote&lt;br /&gt;those downtown hoods are no damn good&lt;br /&gt;those Italians need a lesson to be taught&lt;br /&gt;This cop who died in Harlem&lt;br /&gt;you think they&apos;d get the warnin&apos;&lt;br /&gt;I was dancing when his brains ran out on the street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Romeo had Juliette&lt;br /&gt;and Juliette had her Romeo&lt;br /&gt;And Romeo had Juliette&lt;br /&gt;and Juliette had her Romeo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ll take Manhattan in a garbage bag&lt;br /&gt;with Latin written on it that says&lt;br /&gt;&quot;it&apos;s hard to give a shit these days&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Manhattan&apos;s sinking like a rock&lt;br /&gt;into the filthy Hudson what a shock&lt;br /&gt;they wrote a book about it&lt;br /&gt;they said it was like ancient Rome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The perfume burned his eyes&lt;br /&gt;holding tightly to her thighs&lt;br /&gt;And something flickered for a minute&lt;br /&gt;and then it vanished and was gone</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 02 Apr 2006 02:56:42 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;table width=&quot;350&quot; align=&quot;center&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; cellpadding=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#EEE9E9&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif&quot; style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Keys to Your Heart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#FFFAFA&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://images.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/heart.jpg&quot; height=&quot;100&quot; width=&quot;100&quot;&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are attracted to those who have a split personality - cold as ice on the outside but hot as fire in the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when your lover is creative and never lets you feel bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You&apos;d like to your lover to think you are stylish and alluring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was ruthless, cold-blooded, and sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal relationship is lasting. You want a relationship that looks to the future... one you can grow with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think of marriage pessimistically. You don&apos;t think happy marriages exist anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this moment, you think of love as something you thirst for. You&apos;ll do anything for love, but you won&apos;t fall for it easily.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/&quot;&gt;What Are The Keys To Your Heart?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 18 Feb 2006 11:07:04 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Four jobs you have had in your life:&lt;br /&gt;* Hospital Porter&lt;br /&gt;* Door to door salesperson (I love the feeling of rejection)&lt;br /&gt;* Telemarketer (Did I mention how much I love rejection?)&lt;br /&gt;* Pizza Delivery Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four movies you could watch over and over:&lt;br /&gt;* Scarface&lt;br /&gt;* Glengarry Glen Ross&lt;br /&gt;* Wall Street&lt;br /&gt;* The Silence Of The Lambs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four places you&apos;ve lived:&lt;br /&gt;* Winnipeg, Manitoba&lt;br /&gt;* Scottsdale, Arizona&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix, Arizona&lt;br /&gt;* Calgary, Alberta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four TV shows you love to watch that are on air:&lt;br /&gt;* The Office&lt;br /&gt;* SCTV (reruns, does that count?)&lt;br /&gt;* The Ali G Show&lt;br /&gt;* A Family Business&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four TV shows you love that are off the air:&lt;br /&gt;* Futurama&lt;br /&gt;* Miami Vice&lt;br /&gt;* Astroboy&lt;br /&gt;* Sally Jesse Raphael&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four places you&apos;ve been on vacation:&lt;br /&gt;* Paris, France&lt;br /&gt;* London, England&lt;br /&gt;* New York, New York&lt;br /&gt;* Sydney, Australia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four of your favorite foods:&lt;br /&gt;* Spring Rolls&lt;br /&gt;* Moons Over My Hammy&lt;br /&gt;* Whiskey Chicken&lt;br /&gt;* Shrimp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four places you&apos;d rather be right now:&lt;br /&gt;* New York&lt;br /&gt;* Flin Flon, Manitoba&lt;br /&gt;* Paris&lt;br /&gt;* Dublin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four sites you visit daily:&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.livejournal.com&quot;&gt;http://www.livejournal.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.hotmail.com&quot;&gt;http://www.hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.myspace.com&quot;&gt;http://www.myspace.com&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 13 Feb 2006 12:16:09 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>12 days till my birthday.. weeeeeeee!</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 14 Mar 2005 08:24:46 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Hooey...</title>
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  <description>This is my first post on LiveJournal.com. Just wanted to say everyone that Eddie&apos;s was a blast on Friday night and thank-you to everyone who came out! Woot woot!..</description>
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