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  <title>Brandon</title>
  <subtitle>Brandon</subtitle>
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    <name>Brandon</name>
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  <updated>2000-06-19T00:18:42Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:brandon:1366</id>
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    <title>going digital</title>
    <published>2000-06-19T00:18:42Z</published>
    <updated>2000-06-19T00:18:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">im still not sure if im comfortable with the idea of keeping&lt;br /&gt;a digital journal. its much more natural for me to take a seat&lt;br /&gt;outside in the grass and write in a notebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thoughts flow out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;using this, everything seems blocked up.. i have to force&lt;br /&gt;it all out.. it just isnt working..</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:brandon:1086</id>
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    <title>stress</title>
    <published>2000-06-16T20:49:39Z</published>
    <updated>2000-06-16T20:49:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">only person in office today and there is a SHITLOAD&lt;br /&gt;OF FUCKING WORK TO GET DONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i resent the fact that i am the only person here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to work..</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:brandon:991</id>
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    <title>fvwm2</title>
    <published>2000-06-16T02:08:31Z</published>
    <updated>2000-06-16T02:08:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">btw, god bless fvwm2.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:brandon:512</id>
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    <title>broken</title>
    <published>2000-06-16T01:45:43Z</published>
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    <content type="html">nothing.. no one.. is perfect.&lt;br /&gt;in some way, each of us is broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most people can be fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some of us, however,&lt;br /&gt;are damaged beyond repair.&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:brandon:284</id>
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    <title>lost</title>
    <published>2000-06-15T20:44:05Z</published>
    <updated>2000-06-15T20:44:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i dunno what i think im doing with this.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno what i think im doing with anything anymore..&lt;br /&gt;i just feel pretty lost..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess this is the part where i use someone else's words to compensate&lt;br /&gt;for my own inability to say something about myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"under a hat rim"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while the hum and the hurry&lt;br /&gt;of passing footfalls&lt;br /&gt;beat in my ear like the restless surf&lt;br /&gt;of a wind-blown sea,&lt;br /&gt;a soul came to me&lt;br /&gt;out of the look on a face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eyes like a lake&lt;br /&gt;where a storm-wind roams&lt;br /&gt;caught me from under&lt;br /&gt;the rim of a hat.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;i thought of a midsea wreck&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;and bruised fingers clinging&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;to a broken state-room door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--carl sandburg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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