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  <pubDate>Tue, 09 Oct 2001 00:39:01 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>this has got to be the coolest course in college</title>
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  <description>Kathy Acker, William Burroughs, and John Cage are core writers/artists in what we think of as the edge of American culture; they were the ABC?s of the avant-garde. All have died recently, leaving a profound hole in what we think of as the contemporary. this also opens a clearing in which to examine their work and just what their aesthetic practices stood for. Some of the topics examined in this light will be conspiracy theories, gender trouble, hallucination, altered states of consciousness, the crisis of modern culture, experiments in language (delirium, the cut-up), narrative and anti-narrative, music and silence, and the utilization of chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how fucking dope is that? i have to go to calarts.&lt;br /&gt;tom</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 08 Oct 2001 01:40:28 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Praise be to God and we beseech Him for help and forgiveness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We seek refuge with the Lord of our bad and evildoing. He whom God guides is rightly guided but he whom God leaves to stray, for him wilt thou find no protector to lead him to the right way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I witness that there is no God but God and Mohammed is His slave and Prophet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Almighty hit the United States at its most vulnerable spot. He destroyed its greatest buildings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise be to God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the United States. It was filled with terror from its north to its south and from its east to its west. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise be to God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the United States tastes today is a very small thing compared to what we have tasted for tens of years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our nation has been tasting this humiliation and contempt for more than 80 years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its sons are being killed, its blood is being shed, its holy places are being attacked, and it is not being ruled according to what God has decreed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite this, nobody cares. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Almighty God rendered successful a convoy of Muslims, the vanguards of Islam, He allowed them to destroy the United States. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  ask God Almighty to elevate their status and grant them Paradise. He is the one who is capable to do so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When these defended their oppressed sons, brothers, and sisters in Palestine and in many Islamic countries, the world at large shouted. The infidels shouted, followed by the hypocrites. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One million Iraqi children have thus far died in Iraq although they did not do anything wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite this, we heard no denunciation by anyone in the world or a fatwa by the rulers&apos; ulema [body of Muslim scholars]. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Israeli tanks and tracked vehicles also enter to wreak havoc in Palestine, in Jenin, Ramallah, Rafah, Beit Jala, and other Islamic areas and we hear no voices raised or moves made. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; But if the sword falls on the United States after 80 years, hypocrisy raises its head lamenting the deaths of these killers who tampered with the blood, honour, and holy places of the Muslims. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The least that one can describe these people is that they are morally depraved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They champion falsehood, support the butcher against the victim, the oppressor against the innocent child. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God mete them the punishment they deserve. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say that the matter is clear and explicit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the aftermath of this event and now that senior US officials have spoken, beginning with Bush, the head of the world&apos;s infidels, and whoever supports him, every Muslim should rush to defend his religion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They came out to fight Islam in the name of terrorism &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; They came out in arrogance with their men and horses and instigated even those countries that belong to Islam against us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They came out to fight this group of people who declared their faith in God and refused to abandon their religion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They came out to fight Islam in the name of terrorism. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hundreds of thousands of people, young and old, were killed in the farthest point on earth in Japan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[For them] this is not a crime, but rather a debatable issue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They bombed Iraq and considered that a debatable issue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These incidents divided the entire world into two regions - one of faith where there is no hypocrisy and another of infidelity, from which we hope God will protect us&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; But when a dozen people of them were killed in Nairobi and Dar es Salaam, Afghanistan and Iraq were bombed and all hypocrite ones stood behind the head of the world&apos;s infidelity - behind the Hubal [an idol worshipped by pagans before the advent of Islam] of the age - namely, America and its supporters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These incidents divided the entire world into two regions - one of faith where there is no hypocrisy and another of infidelity, from which we hope God will protect us. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; The winds of faith and change have blown to remove falsehood from the [Arabian] peninsula of Prophet Mohammed, may God&apos;s prayers be upon him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the United States, I tell it and its people these few words: I swear by Almighty God who raised the heavens without pillars that neither the United States nor he who lives in the United States will enjoy security before we can see it as a reality in Palestine and before all the infidel armies leave the land of Mohammed, may God&apos;s peace and blessing be upon him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is great and glory to Islam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God&apos;s peace, mercy, and blessings be upon you.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 06 Oct 2001 02:31:08 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>hey man..its like...a quiz. from heathers journal to TOM&apos;S JOURNAL TO mine. lol.&lt;br /&gt;(this is a girly quiz answered by a guy hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;Things you love about your body:&lt;br /&gt;1. my... right.&lt;br /&gt;2. my hands. (not because of number one either)&lt;br /&gt;3. my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things you hate about your body:&lt;br /&gt;too girly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things you like about your personality:(In no particular order)&lt;br /&gt;1. i&apos;m terribly nice to the people i love and cherish, and nicely terrible to everyone that i don&apos;t.&lt;br /&gt;2. i&apos;m goofy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things you wish you could change about your personality:&lt;br /&gt;1. i&apos;d like to be happy. constantly. more so than now.&lt;br /&gt;2. i would like to be more...confident in some ways?? (i&apos;ll leave this one it works for me too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things you would do with a million dollars:&lt;br /&gt;1. spend it all. (ON WHAT, ASSHOLE!)&lt;br /&gt;2. i&apos;d spend my money cash on the hoes. or not.&lt;br /&gt;3. music equipment.&lt;br /&gt;4. film equipment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things you want to do/have happen to you before you die:&lt;br /&gt;1. make love. not sex, i want to make love. (works)&lt;br /&gt;2. meet someone i really love. (.....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of times you have been in love: 1 (current as per realization)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of times you have had your heart broken: damn this is a girly quiz. 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of hearts you have broken: i&apos;d like to think none. comments?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of boyfriends/girlfriends you have had: uuum..i think like... just one, well two, well one according to her... confused?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of real boyfriends/girlfriends you have had: ah word. i&apos;ve had one real girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Number of men you have kissed in your life: too many. actually, zero.&lt;br /&gt;Women you have kissed in your life: 1 (on the lips at least)&lt;br /&gt;Number of people you would classify as true friends: 2. no offense everyone else, but i&apos;ve got two true friends. guarenteed through thick and thin. i love you all. but in the end it comes down to two.&lt;br /&gt;Number of piercings: between me and jenny? actually, none.&lt;br /&gt;Number of tattoos: none..&lt;br /&gt;Number of things in my past that I regret: not that sort of guy. &lt;br /&gt;last cd you bought: orbital &quot;the altogether&quot;&lt;br /&gt;the last movie you saw in the theater: jeepers creepers (do not see this movie it sucks)&lt;br /&gt;the last movie you rented: no clue. probably clerks cartoon dvd.&lt;br /&gt;the book you&apos;re reading riht now: song of solomon &lt;br /&gt;your worst fear: loneliness is terrifying. (word kristina)&lt;br /&gt;under your bed: socks fo&apos; sheazy. (i&apos;m trying to use as much soon to be outdated slang as possible)&lt;br /&gt;*birthday: july 11th&lt;br /&gt;*zodiac sign: cancer&lt;br /&gt;*school: moses brown&lt;br /&gt;*color of hair: brown/black&lt;br /&gt;*color of eyes: green. whatev.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER...&lt;br /&gt;*cheated on a boyfriend or girlfriend: nope&lt;br /&gt;*called or seen a psychic: nope&lt;br /&gt;*had a crush on a teacher: oh god...mr titus (no lie kristina mr. titus was dope)&lt;br /&gt;*done something stupid to impress your crush: all the fucking time. although whether it was for a crush is questionable.&lt;br /&gt;*found a cartoon character attractive: two words: chick from. sheeit it takes more than two words. chick from titan a.e.&lt;br /&gt;eer at anytime owned a new kids on the block tape: nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched punky brewster: shit yeah. punky boobster like a mafucker!&lt;br /&gt;*prank called someone: haha yes (I NEED SOME FUCKING OREOS NOW!)&lt;br /&gt;*eaten a whole box of cookies and thought you were fat after: ah.. the true test of girliness. that would be a no i&apos;m afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no questions about flowers.......................&lt;br /&gt;tom the metaphorical motherfucker.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 04 Oct 2001 21:16:34 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>crazy campaign</title>
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  <description>my dad has this whole &quot;speak out for peace&quot; thing going... and his main idea is &quot;bomb them with butter&quot;.... which sounds funny as hell, but it makes a valid point. instead of bombing them, drop food on them, save the people of afghanistan. so open up your new newsweek magazine, and read one of the editorials, which says (not exact quote) &quot;i got a great email from one man who suggests we should &quot;BOMB THEM WITH BUTTER&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;odd eh?&lt;br /&gt;tom</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 04 Oct 2001 03:12:58 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Welcome to &quot;Yo Mamma, Osama!&quot; This FREE game is the creation thought up and designed by the crazy crew over at the largest humor site in the world, Twistedhumor.com. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Test your shooting skills out by taking your frustrations out on the biggest piece of trash walking God&apos;s Green Earth, Osama Bin Laden! If you are skilled enough to take out Osama, you will be rewarded!! Every player who can successfully take out Osama will win the exact same $20 Cell Phone Antenna Booster you see advertised on TV! Remember, we want everyone to have the chance to take out Osama, so make sure you forward this around to all your friends and family so they can have their chance to wipe him out too!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said, get your gun polished up, hide the women and children, and get ready to head to the desert to take out Osama! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have fun!&lt;br /&gt;tom</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 03 Oct 2001 00:22:19 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>alright, turn it up now, alright, turn it up now</title>
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  <description>damn i did a good remix of this song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who sucked out the feeling?&lt;br /&gt;who sucked out the feeling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did you go now that everybody knows that we did a couple shows out there...... look at me i can write a melody but i can&apos;t expect a soul to care..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tom</description>
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  <lj:music>beck- mixed bizness (inhaler remix)... superdragsuckedout</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 01 Oct 2001 00:57:36 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>this weekend was relaxing... of course stress builds rising to the top like heat.......... i&apos;ve got homework to do an interview included.. an interview narrative... a history test.... friday blackalicious sucked.... i missed fuckin blackalicous stars of the show, cause i had to leave early.... almost decided to quit my job to have more time for my life oh welllllll... &quot;white wine and sleeping pills&quot;.. maryanne and paul are here mom&apos;s friends getting drunk together on a sunday night goodness she has work tomorrow doesn&apos;t she? early rising too for the guests.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my new movie is coming together all swell like. every day is a new experience another minute equates to one page of script. here&apos;s a good segment from yesterday....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT. BULLSEYE AFTERNOON- in the food court, TOM is on his break, while SHARON cleans tables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHARON&lt;br /&gt;it was nice of you to give change to tanya.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOM&lt;br /&gt;yeah i try to be nice like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHARON&lt;br /&gt;(trailing off)&lt;br /&gt;there aren&apos;t many people who are like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh here&apos;s a good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT. BULLSEYE DAY- Tresa, Tom and Mike stand, talking in front of the food court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRESA&lt;br /&gt;sorry, i only represent the food court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIKE&lt;br /&gt;that&apos;s not true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRESA&lt;br /&gt;(defensive)&lt;br /&gt;yes it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIKE&lt;br /&gt;no it isn&apos;t... if that were true, your ass would be &lt;br /&gt;disproportionate to the rest of your body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            SHARON sits down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRESA&lt;br /&gt;that&apos;s not true. here i&apos;ll prove it to you.&lt;br /&gt;hey sharon-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHARON&lt;br /&gt;(turning around)&lt;br /&gt;yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRESA&lt;br /&gt;stand up for a second and turn around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHARON&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRESA&lt;br /&gt;just do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHARON obliges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRESA&lt;br /&gt;(to mike)&lt;br /&gt;now look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIKE looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRESA (cont.)&lt;br /&gt;ok you can sit down. see she isn&apos;t like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHARON&lt;br /&gt;what are you talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIKE&lt;br /&gt;all the girls who work at the food court have large behinds&lt;br /&gt;compared to the size of their body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHARON stifles her laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOM&lt;br /&gt;it&apos;s funny because it&apos;s true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatev.&lt;br /&gt;tomm</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 27 Sep 2001 01:48:10 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>html lesson part 2</title>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 25 Sep 2001 01:06:36 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>last time i saw you, i was holding your hand&lt;br /&gt;and i couldn&apos;t wait for you to leave me&lt;br /&gt;i knew right then that it was over and done&lt;br /&gt;and i couldn&apos;t believe that i was free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;help me now, i&apos;m going down&lt;br /&gt;and i don&apos;t know if i&apos;ll be ok&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;ll be around, i&apos;ll be in town&lt;br /&gt;if you need a place to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the wind blows and there&apos;s a chill in the air&lt;br /&gt;i hope that someone is taking care of you&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;m alright, yeah i&apos;m really ok, just so you know i&apos;m always&lt;br /&gt;there for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;help me now, i&apos;m going down&lt;br /&gt;and i don&apos;t know if i&apos;ll be ok&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;ll be around, i&apos;ll be in town&lt;br /&gt;if you need a place to stay</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 24 Sep 2001 23:58:03 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Poll: Third of New Yorkers support internment camps for some</title>
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  <description>ALBANY, N.Y. -- One third of New Yorkers favor establishing internment camps for &quot;individuals who authorities identify as being sympathetic to terrorist causes,&quot; according to a poll from the Siena College Research Institute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifty percent of those surveyed for the statewide poll said they were opposed to that idea while 15 percent had no opinion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The telephone poll of 610 New York state residents over age 18 was conducted from Sept. 12, the day after the terrorist attacks on the World Trade Center towers and the Pentagon, through Sept. 19. The poll has a margin of error of plus or minus 4 percentage points. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poll found 75 percent of respondents felt terrorist attacks would continue and 40 percent said they were very concerned they or family members could become victims. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forty-six percent said the attacks make it less likely they will use commercial flights even though two-thirds of those surveyed said they believe the airlines can be made safe from terrorism. Ninety percent said undercover, armed security guards should be put on the planes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Internment camps have been controversial since World War II when the United States ordered thousands of Japanese-Americans into such facilities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Douglas Lonnstrom, director of the research institute, said that given that World War II experience he found it &quot;startling&quot; that 34 percent of those polled supported the creation of new internment camps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lonnstrom said he didn&apos;t know if those questioned equated the phrase &quot;sympathetic to terrorist causes&quot; to Arab-Americans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But James Zogby, president of the Washington-based Arab American Institute, said, &quot;You have to be very careful how you go down this road of defining sympathies. I think it&apos;s dangerous.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zogby said creation of such camps would be unconstitutional, but that he wasn&apos;t surprised by the poll&apos;s findings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;In the current context, when you ask that question you&apos;re going to get that kind of response,&quot; Zogby said. &quot;I would say if you asked people, `Should terrorist sympathizers have their toenails forcibly plucked from their toes?&apos;, you would probably get something akin to that.&quot;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 23 Sep 2001 23:50:14 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>reason for style change</title>
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  <description>it&apos;s called bumblebee... only for the ween fans once again.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 23 Sep 2001 02:27:59 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>the oneness</title>
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  <description>i want to tell a story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adam was nervous when he went to his job training. it was a saturday, certainly the first in ages that he had been up before 10. he walked into the store and asked a faceless employee where job training was, and she pointed him to a small door. he walked up to the door, took a deep breath, and opened it. he saw a few others like him, dressed in khaki pants and red shirts, and he sat down at one of the many gray tables. no one said a word, and the vending machines, which he would later learn sold Coca-Cola at a discount, hummed quietly in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after about 5 minutes, an official looking woman (although she couldn&apos;t have looked too official, seeing as how she was also dressed in red and khaki) entered, and asked the future employees to enter another room, an offshoot of the one they were in. they entered in, not single file, but sort of crowded around, although it wasn&apos;t too backed up, seeing as how only 4 of them were being trained, including adam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alicia, the woman training them, said hello and asked everyone to sit around a television. she said a few words about company policy, welcoming them and whatnot. she popped in a videotape, and turned the lights off. they all sat, watching the video on stock shortages, which was later reinforced in a small pamphlet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be continued... whatever. maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU FUCKED UP YOU BITCH! YOU REALLY FUCKED UP! YOU FUCKED UP, YOU FUCKING NAZI WHORE! YOU DICKED ME OVER, BUT NOW YOU&apos;LL PAY, YOU FUCKED UP, AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow.. i&apos;ve got about 1 million ideas... i&apos;m a typical screenplay author then i suppose... except for the whole &quot;not writing screenplays right now&quot; thing... arrrgh need to write english paper... need to work tomorrow.. need to do latin... need to take pictures... FAAAAAAAAACK. i hate my not homework doing self...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomz</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 22 Sep 2001 02:39:49 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>from friday, march 30th, 2001</title>
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  <description>&quot;smile on mighty jesus....&lt;br /&gt;ok, a break from this gloomy bullshit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so happy for toby.. you know, a while ago, ellis, toby, leah and i all had our own little &quot;love triangles&quot;... i made a flow chart and i&apos;ll probably post it soon... you may not think this sort of shit is funny, but i happen to think it&apos;s hilarious... why you may ask? well... i just think its funny to take something so hectic as multiple girlfriends/boyfriends and condense it into one small pictograph... maybe its just my sick humor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, we all had these love triangles.. and toby&apos;s turned out fantastic... leahs is fantastic... ellis, well i don&apos;t know, that guy was an asshole anyways... and me... well... we&apos;ve all seen the things i&apos;m supposed to have taken down by now :)... and i think i just can&apos;t deal with this shit.. i know what she did, how she hurt me, and she denies it... and you know, thats fine, thats how she deals with it.. i, on the other hand, like to talk about shit, whether its talking to my friends (they&apos;re probably sick of hearing me bitch about it) or writing about it on this fucking thing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never would have thought one word would have ruined something potentially so great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so for now, im moving on, you know.. back to my old ways... of being a pussy and not attempting any relationships, because even when they look promising they aren&apos;t... oh well, im the boyscout mang.... alright im going to look for that flow chart, maybe i&apos;ll update it to the current situation.. i swear to god this makes me so happy, having resolution.. i was so sad the other day, she did break my heart, but now... im happy to report that it&apos;s all over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;i&apos;ve seen what i was and i&apos;ll see what i need&quot;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tom &quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehehehe things change the new dodge. you ever notice, that dodge says that things change, but chevrolet is like a rock? i don&apos;t understand that. they both make the same product. it&apos;s not like dodge makes something amorphous, while chevrolet makes trucks.... i mean how much can a truck change? oh fuck it nevermind....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i wrote this whole thing that was really really long, and i deleted it by accident. oh well it would have just caused drama anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomz</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 21 Sep 2001 00:45:51 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>everyone liked my art project. i did really well on my geometry test. i saw the sheperd fairey art show and it was dopers. i actually hung out with toby for a while, sans kori. (of course it could be said that he hung out with me, sans jenny. but whatev.) kristina doesn&apos;t like me, or doesn&apos;t find my sense of humor humorous. too bad. i thought she would have thought i was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got my films back from film school. they came out super dope. tomorrow we&apos;re watching them. during fifth period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BONNNNNNNG.&lt;br /&gt;tom</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 17 Sep 2001 02:19:08 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>what is wrong with me? i need to change. if you all could help me, and support me, i would appreciate it. i want to do something so bad, and i&apos;m afraid it might be a mistake. i just need to know that i have a &quot;backup&quot;, you know? i don&apos;t want to throw myself off this cliff if i don&apos;t have someone to catch me.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 13 Sep 2001 00:46:37 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>revenge</title>
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  <description>&quot;With people who know how to revenge themselves and to stand up for themselves in general, how is it done? Why, when they are possessed, let us suppose, by the feeling of revenge, then for the time there is nothing else but that feeling left in their whole being. Such a gentleman simply dashes straight for his object like an infuriated bull with its horns down, and nothing but a wall will stop him. (By the way: facing the wall, such gentlemen- that is, the &quot;direct&quot; persons and men of action- are genuinely nonplussed. For them a wall is not an evasion, as for us people who think and consequently do nothing; it is not an excuse for turning aside, an excuse for which we are always very glad, though we scarcely believe in it ourselves, as a rule. No, they are nonplussed in all sincerity. The wall has for them something tranquillizing, morally soothing, final- maybe even something mysterious...but of the wall later.)&quot; - Fyodor Dostoevsky</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 12 Sep 2001 02:19:28 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>wow.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 11 Sep 2001 02:42:39 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>tom on the radio?</title>
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  <description>oh yes. in CT, at 2am. but that&apos;s ok. my song &quot;renegades on demand&quot; was played by my friend Paul, who works at a public radio station. so wahoo!&lt;br /&gt;www.mp3.com/inhaler if you would like to hear the song.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 05 Sep 2001 02:28:31 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>two step is gorgeous. i love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school tomorrow. jenny tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope everyone is ok. it&apos;s just school. calm and collected. the way i always am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thom: They were old people&apos;s sunglasses&lt;br /&gt;Moltar: Really?&lt;br /&gt;Thom: Yeah, you can buy them - you can buy them in Dallas airports (nodding &lt;br /&gt;and smiling)&lt;br /&gt;Moltar: Cool.&lt;br /&gt;Thom: And you put them over normal sunglasses&lt;br /&gt;Space Ghost enters: Moltar, can you make me 100 copies of this?&lt;br /&gt;Moltar: What is it?&lt;br /&gt;Space Gost: It&apos;s the new Radiohead Cd. (Thom&apos;s smile fades into small open &lt;br /&gt;mouth, sort of stupified look) Hey is...that the guy from radiohead?&lt;br /&gt;Moltar: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Thom: Hello (leering and giving him a thumbs up)&lt;br /&gt;Space Ghost: Hey, how&apos;s it going! (aside to Moltar) We&apos;ll talk about it &lt;br /&gt;later. (louder) Hey, what&apos;s that?!&lt;br /&gt;Moltar (following Space Ghost over towards a lazer): Oh, that&apos;s a - &lt;br /&gt;(space ghost grabs Moltar in a headlock): Now you listen to me...I could go &lt;br /&gt;to jail in Mexico if Thom were to hear that I&apos;m copying his CD. (Thom leans &lt;br /&gt;over and turns ear towards screen) &lt;br /&gt;Space Ghost: Don&apos;t look at me! We&apos;re talking about...dragons! (Thom &lt;br /&gt;surpresses grin, than gets a confused look)&lt;br /&gt;Space Ghost: So you take Thom out to the set while I burn and verify these. &lt;br /&gt;(notices Thom with a mildly disgusted expression on screen) these...dragons! &lt;br /&gt;Moltar: You don&apos;t know how to work that.&lt;br /&gt;Space Ghost: Moltar, I have a giant brain that is able to process anything &lt;br /&gt;into a simple yes/no answer.&lt;br /&gt;Moltar: Ok, but that&apos;s not a cd burner - &lt;br /&gt;Space Ghost: Moltar!......yes!&lt;br /&gt;Moltar: Alright.&lt;br /&gt;Thom: thanks very, very much for having me on your show Space Ghost (gets up &lt;br /&gt;to leave)&lt;br /&gt;Space Ghost: Sure, sure...(knocks over lazer and it explodes)&lt;br /&gt;(thom on screen has mouth open, eyes glazed look of shock)&lt;br /&gt;Space Ghost (standing by the fire): ...yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thom</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 03 Sep 2001 18:03:47 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;HEY BABY, HAVE YOU EVER HAD YOUR ASSHOLE LICKED?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry, just had to get that out there.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 03 Sep 2001 03:16:46 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>film camp is not about making movies</title>
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  <description>he kept on pressing. father on son. she loved you didn&apos;t she? she loves you. look at what she does for you. the son knew she didn&apos;t love him. she never did. she loved someone else. someone close to the both of them. but he couldn&apos;t tell his father that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;6&quot;&gt; goddammit she didn&apos;t love me alright? and i didn&apos;t love her! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt; am i hung up on her?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tom</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 03 Sep 2001 03:08:44 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>does tom remember html?</title>
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  <description>&lt;font size=&quot;6&quot;&gt; font size 6!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;5&quot;&gt; font size 5!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt; font size 4!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt; font size 3!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt; font size 2!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt; font size 1!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; bold and beautiful&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;italic and, well there&apos;s no cliche for that.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; bold and italic and beautiful and no cliche for that.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tom</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 28 Aug 2001 03:57:22 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>a story about a girl. underprivledged. instead of trying to prove that her image was not who she was, she changed her image. without it she is nothing. and when she has the choice of sacrificing that image for someone she loves, or claims to love, or holding on to it and potentially losing this person she loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;i kind of wanted to say, &apos;honey, you&apos;re not old, blind, or black, so don&apos;t go singin the blues.&apos;&quot;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 28 Aug 2001 03:22:45 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>i have the best fucking friends in the world.&lt;br /&gt;tom</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 27 Aug 2001 04:49:53 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>father and son talking on couch...... the father says i&apos;m surprised she didn&apos;t fall for you, you live far away, you&apos;re the older man, you had a beard.... and of course she fell for the oldest guy, who lived further away, and had a fuller beard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah... we started worlddominator last night, you guys should check it out... nothing too much up there, but it&apos;s good....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work monday. energy tuesday. nothing wednesday. travel thursday. nothing friday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a busy week.</description>
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