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  <title>HaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHa!!!</title>
  <subtitle>Oh. Excuse me...</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>H-to-the-Izzo</name>
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  <updated>2007-12-09T00:50:20Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:drinkincassini:18047</id>
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    <title> Comment on War</title>
    <published>2006-10-31T23:53:39Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-31T23:54:26Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Sufjan Stevens- a sun came</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Langston Hughes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us kill off youth&lt;br /&gt;For the sake of truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We who are old know what truth is-&lt;br /&gt;Truth is a bundle of vicious lies&lt;br /&gt;Tied together and sterilized&lt;br /&gt;A war-makers' bait for unwise youth&lt;br /&gt;To kill off each other&lt;br /&gt;For the sake of&lt;br /&gt;Truth</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:drinkincassini:16998</id>
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    <title>Caught in a Hustle</title>
    <published>2006-06-05T23:51:00Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-05T23:51:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">"They say the odds against me, are crooked and impossible&lt;br /&gt;Like I was born with a hole in my heart is an obstacle&lt;br /&gt;I left to die by the doctors, in the childrens hospital&lt;br /&gt;But I never lose hope, success is psychological&lt;br /&gt;The world is volatile and the street is my education&lt;br /&gt;Shaping the nation, like the blueprint of a mason&lt;br /&gt;While Shawshank record deals get you raped on occasion&lt;br /&gt;So I'm Focused on my Economic Situation&lt;br /&gt;I'm Like the little kids on T.V That dig through the trash&lt;br /&gt;I hustle regardless of the way you talk shit and laugh&lt;br /&gt;A lot of niggaz drop science but they don't know the math&lt;br /&gt;Because their mind is Narrower than the righteous path&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how on the block niggaz will kill you for cash&lt;br /&gt;But never raise the gun and cry out "Freedom at last."&lt;br /&gt;The cold war is over but the world is still gettin colder&lt;br /&gt;Atlas walking through the projects with the hood on my shoulders&lt;br /&gt;I would like to raise my children to grow to be soldiers&lt;br /&gt;But then the general, would decide when their life would be over&lt;br /&gt;So I work hard until my personality split&lt;br /&gt;Like the black panthers, into the bloods and the crips&lt;br /&gt;They said I would never be shit, but now I sit and reminice&lt;br /&gt;Like Yeshua, Ben Yousef flippin through Genesis&lt;br /&gt;Ignorance is venemous, and it murders the soul&lt;br /&gt;Like a virus running rampant, but out of control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if I should ever fall and get caught in a hustle&lt;br /&gt;Let them know that I died while I fought in a struggle&lt;br /&gt;From the hoodrats to the rich kids lost in a bubble&lt;br /&gt;Spray Painting on the streets and at the subway tunnels&lt;br /&gt;Write it down and remember that we never gave in&lt;br /&gt;The Mind of a child is where the revolution begins&lt;br /&gt;So if the solution has never been to look in yourself&lt;br /&gt;How is it that you expect to find it anywhere else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immortal Technique in the streets, back on the hustle&lt;br /&gt;cause three strikes will get you life for stuffin cracks in a duffle&lt;br /&gt;Upstate behind steel gates intact in the scuffle&lt;br /&gt;Razor blades stuck on the side of pencils, hacked to your muscle&lt;br /&gt;But the emptiness is what bleeds you to death when it cuts you&lt;br /&gt;And its the lawyers, not the inmates scheming to fuck you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to fight the system from inside, eventually corrupts you&lt;br /&gt;But thats what you get when you put a corporation above you&lt;br /&gt;And it's the people that love you that seem to hurt you the most&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when they die you find yourself cursing their ghost&lt;br /&gt;But you make success, nobody delivers your fate&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you give and you take&lt;br /&gt;Since Prehistoric Vertibrates, crawled out of the lakes&lt;br /&gt;And thats the truth about life&lt;br /&gt;Or to do it to ghetto and your car, rims, and your ice&lt;br /&gt;Because even though we survived through the struggle that made us&lt;br /&gt;We still look at ourselves through the eyes of people that hate us&lt;br /&gt;But I'm going to make it regardless of the trumped up charges&lt;br /&gt;And semi-automatic barrages, that empty the cartridge&lt;br /&gt;Post-Tramatically scar kids that try to be brave&lt;br /&gt;Because niggaz backstab each other just to try to get paid&lt;br /&gt;Turn cannibal like nights during the crusades&lt;br /&gt;Afraid of responsibility; Addicted to greed&lt;br /&gt;Beating their girls purposefully losing a seed&lt;br /&gt;As if we were bound to the destiny we used to recieve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if I should ever fall and get caught in a hustle&lt;br /&gt;Let them know that I died while I fought in a struggle&lt;br /&gt;From the hoodrats to the rich kids lost in a bubble&lt;br /&gt;Spray Painting on the streets and at the subway tunnels&lt;br /&gt;Write it down and remember that we never gave in&lt;br /&gt;The Mind of a child is where the revolution begins&lt;br /&gt;So if the solution has never been to look in yourself&lt;br /&gt;How is it that you expect to find it anywhere else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to wonder about people who didn't believe in themselves&lt;br /&gt;But Then I saw the way that they portrayed us to everyone else&lt;br /&gt;That cursed us, then only see the worst in ourselves&lt;br /&gt;blind to the fact the whole time we were hurting ourselves"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immortal Technique</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:drinkincassini:16804</id>
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    <title>7:49 p.m.</title>
    <published>2006-06-05T02:51:03Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-05T02:51:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gimme a fucking Cigarette</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:drinkincassini:15105</id>
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    <title>Life outside middle class America</title>
    <published>2006-05-08T18:57:59Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-27T23:51:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">There's a lot of shit going on in the world. Here's some of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.narconews.com/Issue41/article1761.html"&gt;http://www.narconews.com/Issue41/article1761.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.narconews.com/Issue41/article1785.html"&gt;http://www.narconews.com/Issue41/article1785.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.narconews.com/Issue41/article1779.html"&gt;http://www.narconews.com/Issue41/article1779.html&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:drinkincassini:14948</id>
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    <title>Freddy Mercury will be there</title>
    <published>2006-05-06T01:10:27Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-06T01:10:27Z</updated>
    <lj:music>May 5th</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f392/izzlove20/pitches_poster.jpg" /&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:drinkincassini:14594</id>
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    <title>Suck it.</title>
    <published>2006-05-01T04:32:19Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-01T04:41:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">live journal therapists suck!&lt;br /&gt;sucksucksucklamelamelame&lt;br /&gt;and are assholes&lt;br /&gt;aSSholes&lt;br /&gt;and not the good kind &lt;br /&gt;that poop back and forth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck people and their enlightened bullshit&lt;br /&gt;leave me and mine to "chemically alter" our minds if we so choose&lt;br /&gt;and leave us with our disgust for humanity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you find yourself at any point offering someone you don't know advice, using the mask of virtual communication, about a life you have zero perspective on, then... I suggest you go get fucking laid and take that dildo out of your ass</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:drinkincassini:14475</id>
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    <title>The Heads that Talk</title>
    <published>2006-05-01T04:12:32Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-31T07:31:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Home is where i want to be&lt;br /&gt;Pick me up and turn me round&lt;br /&gt;I feel numb - born with a weak heart&lt;br /&gt;(so i) guess i must be having fun&lt;br /&gt;The less we say about it the better&lt;br /&gt;Make it up as we go along&lt;br /&gt;Feet on the ground&lt;br /&gt;Head in the sky&lt;br /&gt;It's ok i know nothing's wrong . . nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi yo i got plenty of time&lt;br /&gt;Hi yo	you got light in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And you're standing here beside me&lt;br /&gt;I love the passing of time&lt;br /&gt;Never for money&lt;br /&gt;Always for love&lt;br /&gt;Cover up + say goodnight . . . say goodnight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home - is where i want to be&lt;br /&gt;But i guess i'm already there&lt;br /&gt;I come home - -she lifted up her wings&lt;br /&gt;Guess that this must be the place&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell one from another&lt;br /&gt;Did i find you, or you find me?&lt;br /&gt;There was a time before we were born&lt;br /&gt;If someone asks, this where i'll be . . . where i'll be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi yo we drift in and out&lt;br /&gt;Hi yo sing into my mouth&lt;br /&gt;Out of all tose kinds of people&lt;br /&gt;You got a face with a view&lt;br /&gt;I'm just an animal looking for a home&lt;br /&gt;Share the same space for a minute or two&lt;br /&gt;And you love me till my heart stops&lt;br /&gt;Love me till i'm dead&lt;br /&gt;Eyes that light up, eyes look through you&lt;br /&gt;Cover up the blank spots&lt;br /&gt;Hit me on the head	 ah ooh</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:drinkincassini:14331</id>
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    <title>touchdown!!!!!!</title>
    <published>2006-04-29T15:45:50Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-29T15:45:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">riding a bright pink bike with no breaks drunk</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:drinkincassini:13980</id>
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    <title>mhmmm</title>
    <published>2006-04-23T00:51:53Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-29T15:43:01Z</updated>
    <lj:music>andre 3000</lj:music>
    <content type="html">"God &lt;br /&gt;Come in God&lt;br /&gt;God come in God&lt;br /&gt;Damn you're a girl&lt;br /&gt;well i guess the reason i'm talking to you tonight is&lt;br /&gt;cause i've been doing alot of thinking&lt;br /&gt;i mean iconsider myself a pretty cool guy&lt;br /&gt;and i've never cheated on any of my girlfriends&lt;br /&gt;well well except that one lil' time in japan&lt;br /&gt;but that was just some head and head dont count right?&lt;br /&gt;aww thank's God i knew you would understand&lt;br /&gt;well i just feel like i want to be honest wit you&lt;br /&gt;God i just need a sweet bitch&lt;br /&gt;you know sombody not to fast but not to slow&lt;br /&gt;cause i dont have it my damn self&lt;br /&gt;and life aint easy&lt;br /&gt;you know you want somebody by yourside to help you smooth that thang out&lt;br /&gt;you know what sayin&lt;br /&gt;and i'm not being picky &lt;br /&gt;she dosen't even to have a big ol ass&lt;br /&gt;just something well popotioned toher body you know a nice lil tail&lt;br /&gt;what?&lt;br /&gt;you say you you've found somebody&lt;br /&gt;is she cute?&lt;br /&gt;so when do iget to meet her?&lt;br /&gt;aww&lt;br /&gt;God you're the greatest&lt;br /&gt;well i guess i'll talk to you later&lt;br /&gt;amen&lt;br /&gt;oh i'm sorry &lt;br /&gt;alady"</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:drinkincassini:12991</id>
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    <title>growing up is mothafuckin so hard</title>
    <published>2006-04-15T19:34:10Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-15T19:35:50Z</updated>
    <lj:music>owww mix</lj:music>
    <content type="html">life is good when you spend your friday nights dressed in leotards with red tights and laura bush dresses and ghetto-style rainbow shorts, and when you wake up in the morning you get to take a shower with two fine ladies.  &lt;br /&gt;yes, i would say america is great.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:drinkincassini:12787</id>
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    <title>God sucks</title>
    <published>2006-04-07T18:41:12Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-27T23:31:36Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Bugs</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Stay in school?&lt;br /&gt;Drop out?&lt;br /&gt;Become a porn star?</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:drinkincassini:12513</id>
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    <title>Who's lovin' your momma?</title>
    <published>2006-03-25T09:09:10Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-25T09:09:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f392/izzlove20/cimg5163.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am.&lt;br /&gt;I am.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:drinkincassini:11790</id>
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    <title>SPRING BREAK 'O6: Show me them titties!!!!!!!</title>
    <published>2006-03-25T07:13:23Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-25T07:17:55Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Ugly Casanova</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Edward&lt;br /&gt;"I can't unbotton my pants"&lt;br /&gt;Forty &lt;br /&gt;Hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f392/izzlove20/showme_2.jpg" /&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:drinkincassini:11230</id>
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    <title>Leaving the Past</title>
    <published>2006-03-05T07:47:24Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-07T05:03:01Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Immortal Technique</lj:music>
    <content type="html">"Reality is nurishment, but people don't believe it&lt;br /&gt;I guess its hard to stomach the truth like a bulimick&lt;br /&gt;its a dirty game and nobody is willing to clean it&lt;br /&gt;But this is for the parapalygics, people dreamin' of runnin'&lt;br /&gt;ladies married to men who dont please 'em, dreamin' of comin'&lt;br /&gt;urbanly murderous like David Berkowitz when I'm gunnin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell is not a place you go, if you not a christian&lt;br /&gt;it's the failure of your lifes greatest ambition&lt;br /&gt;It's a bad decision to blindly follow any religion&lt;br /&gt;I don't see the difference in between the raw and the wrong&lt;br /&gt;Soldiers emptyin' the clips at little kids and they moms&lt;br /&gt;I'm just like a desperate motherfucker strapped to a bomb&lt;br /&gt;Humanity is gone, smoked up in a gravity bong&lt;br /&gt;by a democrat republican Cheech and Chong&lt;br /&gt;Immortal Technique, you never heard me preachin' a song&lt;br /&gt;I'm not controversial, I'm just speakin' the facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I burn slow like (a) pissing drunk with gonnorrhea&lt;br /&gt;I'll do a freak show in North Korea, burning the flag&lt;br /&gt;while Jay Edgar Hoover politicians dress up in drag&lt;br /&gt;Try to confuse you, makin' it hard to follow this:&lt;br /&gt;capitalism en democracy are not synonymous&lt;br /&gt;You swallow propaganda like a birth control pill&lt;br /&gt;sellin' your soul to the eye on the back of the dollar bill&lt;br /&gt;But that will never be me, cuz I am leavin' the past&lt;br /&gt;like an abused wife with the kids, leavin' your ass&lt;br /&gt;Like a drug addict clean and sober, leavin' the stash&lt;br /&gt;unbreakable Technique leavin' the plane crash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escape the emptiness&lt;br /&gt;cuz that shit is slow and it kills&lt;br /&gt;the flow and the skill&lt;br /&gt;I made y'all believe that at last&lt;br /&gt;You can make the future&lt;br /&gt;but it starts with LEAVING THE PAST"</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:drinkincassini:9490</id>
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    <title>Dear friends</title>
    <published>2006-02-19T22:02:14Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-19T22:02:14Z</updated>
    <lj:music>WEEN</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Never sit alone on a hot sticky noon with flies on your dick.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:drinkincassini:9374</id>
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    <title>Terrorism is NOT a joke</title>
    <published>2006-02-14T18:07:29Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-14T18:19:37Z</updated>
    <lj:music>FLogging Molly</lj:music>
    <content type="html">happy Fucking valentine's day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f392/izzlove20/farkbear.jpg" /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:drinkincassini:8644</id>
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    <title>drinkincassini @ 2006-02-09T02:43:00</title>
    <published>2006-02-09T07:48:24Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-09T00:50:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I found this quote in an old sketch book on the back of half of a Santa Monica College map: "We felt.  The imprisonment of being a girl... We knew that the girls were really women in disguise that they understood love and even death and our job was simply to create the noise that seemed to fascinate them.  We knew that they knew everything about us and we couldn't fathom them at all."</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:drinkincassini:8414</id>
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    <title>The sterile and the white</title>
    <published>2006-02-09T06:30:58Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-09T06:30:58Z</updated>
    <lj:music>sufjan stevens</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Spending 6 hours in the hospital watching crime dramas makes me feel like i'm on acid</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:drinkincassini:7948</id>
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    <title>My question of the week</title>
    <published>2006-02-07T05:40:45Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-07T05:40:45Z</updated>
    <lj:music>MY temporary mix of life</lj:music>
    <content type="html">If you were making a mix tape/cd that was to represent life and the experience of living, what songs would be on it?</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:drinkincassini:7729</id>
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    <title>Friend, def: A person with whom one is allied in a struggle or cause; a comrade.</title>
    <published>2006-02-07T04:06:12Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-27T23:42:09Z</updated>
    <lj:music>laughter</lj:music>
    <content type="html">"This one time... I was reeeeeal drunk at a party and drank an entire bottle of what I thought was beer... It wasn't."</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:drinkincassini:7325</id>
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    <title>drinkincassini @ 2006-01-30T17:35:00</title>
    <published>2006-01-30T22:43:02Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-30T22:43:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">All I know is that I'm alive and that's all I wanna know.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:drinkincassini:7159</id>
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    <title>I am NOT a vegetarian</title>
    <published>2006-01-30T20:42:36Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-27T23:43:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">COME TO THE CHICKEN SECTION AND CELEBRATE MY BIRTHDAY WITH ME!!!!!!!!!!!!</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:drinkincassini:6742</id>
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    <title>To Jesus</title>
    <published>2006-01-27T07:12:02Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-19T21:58:00Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Birthday Mix</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Why&lt;br /&gt;Have&lt;br /&gt;Insanity&lt;br /&gt;Separate&lt;br /&gt;Kick-ass&lt;br /&gt;Experience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yonder</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:drinkincassini:6202</id>
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    <title>What friends are for</title>
    <published>2006-01-24T07:32:35Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-24T07:32:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">"Man, I have all these random pictures on my computer of you.  Like some of you playing with a traffic cone and one of your mom in her wedding dress.  And then there's one of you with some old guy..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"An old guy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah.  You're sitting around and you're both wearing sun glasses."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(pause)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dude, That's my grandma."</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:drinkincassini:5930</id>
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    <title>Odd things come out of Random numbers</title>
    <published>2006-01-19T03:15:09Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-05T04:50:36Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Sound of my father sleeping</lj:music>
    <content type="html">1. Grab the nearest book 

2. Open the book to page 123.

    3. Find the fifth sentence.

4. Post the text of the sentence in your journal along with these instructions.

5. Don't search around and look for the coolest book you can find. Do what's actually next to you.

"His ability to resonate with, step up to, and feel universal pain is a benefit he uses in his craft (he is an artist and writer), depicting the terrors and sufferings of other people."</content>
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