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  <title>Kewlie</title>
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    <name>Kewlie</name>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kewlie:13564</id>
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    <title>2nd day</title>
    <published>2005-10-05T04:17:37Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-05T04:17:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Today was my 2nd day of work at my new job, doing artwork for a screen printing company. It's going tpretty good, the owners are really nice to me. I am going to see Sam (www.jasonharr.com About Me) this weekend, I know I'll have a good time :)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kewlie:13213</id>
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    <title>OMG I never update this shiiiat!</title>
    <published>2005-10-04T00:04:25Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-04T00:04:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I guess it's time to update this thing. As most of you know I left Jason, I moved back to Central Florida.&lt;br /&gt;I now have an official ex, and he just lost his second paycheck. Details aside I doubt we will ever be anything other than friends and he cut the cord loose on that early. So a big FUCK YOU goes to Charlie and Jason. I got my shit back together, I got my own website and soon I'll be making big bucks while both of you fucking rot in your own egotistical diluted world you both live in. So M.r Musclefuck Charlie, you couldn't ever measure up could you boy? Taking steroids, I am sure Jason gets off on that seeing as that is what he always wanted in the first place in a guy and never what i was.. Your pretty face seduced me, blinded me from how you used me. I hope you and that boy are happy together, you deserve eachother, best of luck :)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kewlie:12963</id>
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    <title>haha</title>
    <published>2005-08-06T02:20:30Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-06T02:20:30Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Chigag</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Best quote I have heard all night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NinthNewMoon: Well, we are technically breeders too. We've just evolved above the need to reproduce for love, acceptance, and sexual gratification. We've evoloved the ability to make the informed chocie to procreate or not. lol&lt;br /&gt;NinthNewMoon: I view it as a bonus. All the sex I want w/o the worry of a howling chitlin in 9 months.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kewlie:12768</id>
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    <title>I just realized</title>
    <published>2005-07-05T10:52:59Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-05T23:01:52Z</updated>
    <lj:music>George Benson - Love Ballad</lj:music>
    <content type="html">How many friends I have, really. I know a Josh,Aaron.Tim,Nic,Kevin,Eric,Blake.Leo,Jason,Jerrod,Lin,Kong,Teddy,Allen,Jeff,Martin.Hal,Shane,Lare,Ryan,Connie,Tina,Sherrir,Terry,Wayne,Joshua x 5,John,Caroline,Barbara,Chris,Christine,Shelly,Dennis,Michael,Jon,Darren,Derek,Bernie,Frank and omfg the list goes on and on!For those close to me and know whats going on I really do rely on you guys. Especially fatboy Josh, this guy is the best in the world to talk to. Aron you always make me laugh, and Nic, well your just good ole (I didn't say old) Nicolai :).&lt;br /&gt;Kevin, my dear,dear most awesome person I have been blessed to know is the greatest!&lt;br /&gt;Leo, one of my best friends, I love you to death.&lt;br /&gt;Shane, you perverted cam whore :)&lt;br /&gt;Lare, bless you for not killing him yet :p&lt;br /&gt;Kong, although we all fuck up your still my friend no matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just so blessed by whatever god you guys have out there to know you guys, you all rock.&lt;br /&gt;Your always there when i need to talk and have been for years.&lt;br /&gt;Remember chubby boys rule!</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kewlie:12339</id>
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    <title>Broken home.</title>
    <published>2005-07-05T02:53:06Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-05T02:53:06Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Avantasia - Sign of the Cross</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So here I am still stuck in this tiny ass town, my so called boyfriend tells me he has found another, a some musclehead at that! So I get dumped like a pile of shit, but get this, he wants to be roomates. So I say fine fuck you I'll be a roomate. Then he starts bringing this jarhead roidfuck over to MY home. WTF is wrong with fags nowadays?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kewlie:12061</id>
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    <title>OMFG!</title>
    <published>2004-11-06T04:26:49Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-06T04:26:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I actually decided to update this mother fucker. It's cold, it's night time. I am living in this little town called Cross Creek with like a population of 12 people all inbred with eachother. WTF happened to my pics? *sigh* when I get feeling better I will update this thing better, till then ciao baby!</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kewlie:11831</id>
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    <title>Almost there....</title>
    <published>2004-01-02T04:22:32Z</published>
    <updated>2004-01-02T04:22:32Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Nightwish: I Feel For You</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;Here I am, its 11:08 pm 1/1/04. Almost 30, as of the 22nd, I'll be officially old. Me and the other Jason are planning on moving to the Ocala area soon, looking for a job at Cingular. I am not happy. I cannot just say its just one thing, its the sexual flustration,its my job which I hate,it's the fact my mom lives here and the fact I am always worrying about money. Never seems to be enough. We don go without but Lord, my worrying kills mea dn I am sure it isnt pleasant for anyone else I bet.&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to moving up there, away from town to the woods where it is quiet and peaceful. I haven't truly known peace in many years, I wish I knew how be happy now without all the work that goes into it. I am trying so hard to make a go of my relationship with Jason..I really am. It's so hard I don't know if I'll make it through another month. I loathe going to work everyday...nothing new to most people I am sure. It's not as bad as I think it is at this time of night, late at night like this my mind doesn't shut down, it constantly goes and goes on and on. All I can do is take one day at a time and do my best. 30!!!! I might as well go to bed at 11am after Matlock is over. I don't have much to my name, but thats all about to change soon, very soon.&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kewlie:11709</id>
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    <title>Here I am am...</title>
    <published>2003-12-02T10:59:45Z</published>
    <updated>2003-12-02T11:01:19Z</updated>
    <lj:music>none, its 6am for Gods sake!</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;Ive decided to go on a diet, not because im broke till next year, but because I feel like shit. 12/2/03..This is where the body and mind ends and the weapon begins.........&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kewlie:11496</id>
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    <title>Kibigami Genjuro part 2, lets try this again!</title>
    <published>2003-11-30T02:58:53Z</published>
    <updated>2003-11-30T02:58:53Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Nightwish again dammit</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2003-11/515236/kibi.JPG"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kewlie:11250</id>
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    <title>Kibigami Genjuro baby, she'll cut your nuts off to make ear rings.</title>
    <published>2003-11-30T02:55:54Z</published>
    <updated>2003-11-30T02:55:54Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Nightwish, The Wayfarer</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.villagephotos.com/viewimage.asp?id_=6662888"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kewlie:10781</id>
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    <title>Kibi Kibi Kibi!</title>
    <published>2003-11-30T02:42:54Z</published>
    <updated>2003-11-30T02:42:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;I need post some pics of Kibigami, my kick ass alter ego in Asherons Call, wicked ass red veined shell armor, and best of all, she looks like Grace Jones! Other than that, I survived a hellbilly thanksgiving in the north Florida woods, had a good time in all. Its weird having a get together with your bf's family where everyone makes fun of everyone else, and half the people there are gay and the word faggot is as common as the word "the" . I fit in pretty well, even went out and shot at some cans like real hillbilly's do. God bless Flexerill and Valium :)&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>How many people does it take to leave a message to break a LJ record?</title>
    <published>2003-11-17T01:09:38Z</published>
    <updated>2003-11-17T01:09:38Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Some metal stuff, man on mountain in tight pants, long hair, playing fat guitar riffs</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;SIGN SIGN SIGN and umm comment comment comment!!&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kewlie:10430</id>
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    <title>I think I will post something a bit offensive to those Xian people, who should burst into flames for</title>
    <published>2003-11-17T00:40:39Z</published>
    <updated>2003-11-17T00:40:39Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Mudwallop...Ashamed, Broken and Horny</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;ALbabe621: hey&lt;br /&gt;IntoxiChrist: Hey there. &lt;br /&gt;ALbabe621: do u think that u are making God and Jesus happy w/ your s/n???&lt;br /&gt;IntoxiChrist: Yes, I am making Jesus, My Father, happy with this SN.&lt;br /&gt;ALbabe621: i think not&lt;br /&gt;IntoxiChrist: He would probably like "JesusChrist Jr", but oh well, you can't keep people happy all of the time, ya know.&lt;br /&gt;IntoxiChrist: Look, if you're IM'ing me about the "Second Coming", you're too late, I already blew my load three times or so this morning.&lt;br /&gt;IntoxiChrist: So you'll have to settle for the "Fourth Coming". Is that okay?&lt;br /&gt;ALbabe621: no&lt;br /&gt;IntoxiChrist: Well, I'm not going back in time just to make you happy. It's a lot of work.&lt;br /&gt;ALbabe621: there is only ONE Jesus Christ and He is sitting at the right hand of God&lt;br /&gt;IntoxiChrist: Yes, My Father Jesus is sitting at the right hand of God. And I, the Son of Jesus, am sitting at my computer at my apartment next to the Spearmint Rhino strip club.&lt;br /&gt;ALbabe621: you are no son of Jesus&lt;br /&gt;IntoxiChrist: Yeah I am. He fucked My mom, and I popped out, that means I'm His Son.&lt;br /&gt;ALbabe621: the sons of God are firm believers that Jesus DIED for our sins&lt;br /&gt;ALbabe621: and you will not be forgiven for your sins&lt;br /&gt;IntoxiChrist: It's not like there's any rule that the Son of the Son of God had to be born of a virgin, so it's all okay, see?&lt;br /&gt;ALbabe621: no&lt;br /&gt;IntoxiChrist: I believe that He died for our sins, it's all He ever talks about.&lt;br /&gt;ALbabe621: u see Jesus Christ was crucified and lifted up into the Heavens over 2000 years ago&lt;br /&gt;IntoxiChrist: I wish He'd shut the fuck up about it sometimes, ya know? It gets old.&lt;br /&gt;IntoxiChrist: Yeah, and He fucked My mom before he died, though.&lt;br /&gt;ALbabe621: and i wish that you would admit that u are no son of the living God&lt;br /&gt;IntoxiChrist: It's something the Church keeps hidden for obvious reasons. Fuck 'em.&lt;br /&gt;IntoxiChrist: I'm NOT the Son of the Living God, moron.&lt;br /&gt;IntoxiChrist: I Am the Son of the Son of the Living God.&lt;br /&gt;ALbabe621: if u knew the TRUTH then you would know that you should NOT be cussing&lt;br /&gt;ALbabe621: no you see&lt;br /&gt;ALbabe621: Jesus and God are one&lt;br /&gt;ALbabe621: it says in John 1:1-- In the Beginning was the Word and the Word was with God and the Word was God&lt;br /&gt;IntoxiChrist: Sometimes at night, They are one, but I am not gay and choose to stay out of that whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;ALbabe621: and the Word dwelt among the people&lt;br /&gt;ALbabe621: meaning that the Word was Jesus Christ&lt;br /&gt;IntoxiChrist: And now I am the Son of the Word dwelling among the people, do you have a problem with that?&lt;br /&gt;ALbabe621: so if u call urself the son of the Son of God that would mean that u were the Son of God&lt;br /&gt;ALbabe621: and we know that isn't true&lt;br /&gt;IntoxiChrist: No, I Am the Son of the Son of God for the four millionth time, you douchebag. &lt;br /&gt;IntoxiChrist: Can't you read?&lt;br /&gt;ALbabe621: yes i can read but i'm telling u that the Son of God and God Himself are the same&lt;br /&gt;ALbabe621: so you are WRONG&lt;br /&gt;IntoxiChrist: I don't have to worry about you people, saving your souls and shit, because that's Dad's responsisbility. So fuck you ALL.&lt;br /&gt;ALbabe621: you are blaspheming&lt;br /&gt;IntoxiChrist: You're being a moron. Who is worse?&lt;br /&gt;ALbabe621: and i would appreciate it if you would stop cussing&lt;br /&gt;ALbabe621: how am i a moron&lt;br /&gt;ALbabe621: ?&lt;br /&gt;IntoxiChrist: Accept that Jesus fucked my mom, I Am his Son, and get on with it.&lt;br /&gt;ALbabe621: NO&lt;br /&gt;ALbabe621: because that would mean ur about 2000 years old&lt;br /&gt;ALbabe621: and in this day and time no one lives to be that old&lt;br /&gt;IntoxiChrist: Yes, that's exactly what it means, I have immortal blood in My veins.&lt;br /&gt;ALbabe621: yeah.. SURE&lt;br /&gt;IntoxiChrist: You are not immortal and fail to understand this.&lt;br /&gt;IntoxiChrist: Also, you're a stupid fucking douchebag.&lt;br /&gt;ALbabe621: in Revalation it says that no more Prophets will be brought up out of the Earth&lt;br /&gt;ALbabe621: how old are u&lt;br /&gt;IntoxiChrist: I'm not a Prophet, you fucker, I just hang out and get drunk.&lt;br /&gt;IntoxiChrist: I leave all the religious bullshit to Dad, he used used to get pissed off when I tried to be some sort of Saviour.&lt;br /&gt;IntoxiChrist: He's just jealous because I would be a better Saviour than Him.&lt;br /&gt;ALbabe621: but if u were the Son of God's son, you would know that you were wrong in cussing and drinking alcohol&lt;br /&gt;IntoxiChrist: No, I Am not wrong. He said it was okay, that I should learn how to be a "real man".&lt;br /&gt;ALbabe621: so... ur saying that ur so called "dad" who is Jesus Christ comes down to Earth and talks to u?&lt;br /&gt;IntoxiChrist: So basically, He wants Me to lead the life that He never got, but He is jealous of Me too.&lt;br /&gt;IntoxiChrist: No, I go up to Heaven and chat with Him sometimes. He gives Me this bullshit about being busy with "the souls of men", or whatever, but He just doesn't want to talk to his Bastard Son, that's all there is to it.&lt;br /&gt;ALbabe621: why would Jesus Christ the Son of God want to live on Earth where the people persecuted Him? why would he want to put His "son" through that?&lt;br /&gt;IntoxiChrist: Why would God the Father want to do that to His Son?&lt;br /&gt;ALbabe621: so u die and come back, die and come back?&lt;br /&gt;ALbabe621: so that He could show His people how to live&lt;br /&gt;ALbabe621: but most of the people didn't believe&lt;br /&gt;IntoxiChrist: Yeppers! Any time I wanna see My Dad, I just die. Then I come back.&lt;br /&gt;ALbabe621: uh.... reincarnation?&lt;br /&gt;IntoxiChrist: Well, I am showing My Love too.&lt;br /&gt;ALbabe621: you have no love in u&lt;br /&gt;ALbabe621: how old are u?&lt;br /&gt;IntoxiChrist: Yeah, I reincarnate, that shouldn't be a big surprise if you'd been around in the 6th century when reincarnation was still in the bible.&lt;br /&gt;ALbabe621: u weren't around so stop talkin like you were&lt;br /&gt;IntoxiChrist: I don't have to show people how to live, that's Jesus' job.&lt;br /&gt;ALbabe621: lol.... u mean ur "dad's" job&lt;br /&gt;IntoxiChrist: Get it? Job? The whale guy? HAHAHAHA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;ALbabe621: umm..... thats Jonah&lt;br /&gt;IntoxiChrist: Yeah, whoever the fuck that was.&lt;br /&gt;ALbabe621: i'm sorry to say this.... but i feel deep sorrow for you&lt;br /&gt;ALbabe621: because you don't know Christ &lt;br /&gt;IntoxiChrist: I think Job was the guy that let himself get plagues and shit so he could prove his love to God.&lt;br /&gt;ALbabe621: He hasn't come into you&lt;br /&gt;IntoxiChrist: Damned right He hasn't cum into Me, I told you I Am not gay.&lt;br /&gt;ALbabe621: how would that be homosexual?&lt;br /&gt;IntoxiChrist: And even if I was, I wouldn't be into incest.&lt;br /&gt;ALbabe621: for the Holy Spirit to enter into your heart how is that "gay"?&lt;br /&gt;ALbabe621: i will pray for you&lt;br /&gt;IntoxiChrist: Having the "Holy Spirit enter into your heart" means that God is fucking you in the ass.&lt;br /&gt;ALbabe621: no&lt;br /&gt;IntoxiChrist: And shooting hot, Jesus-Jizz into your rectum.&lt;br /&gt;IntoxiChrist: So if I was "saved" I would be gay and incestuous.&lt;br /&gt;ALbabe621: it means that you deeply believe in God and He washes away ur sins, and the Holy Spirit enters into your soul and leads your life in the way it should go&lt;br /&gt;IntoxiChrist: I don't do anything "deeply" in God, I told you that I Am not gay.&lt;br /&gt;ALbabe621: that isn't gay &lt;br /&gt;IntoxiChrist: What, stuffing My GodRod into My Father's asshole? You BET it is!&lt;br /&gt;IntoxiChrist: And "deeply", too.&lt;br /&gt;ALbabe621: what are u talkin about&lt;br /&gt;ALbabe621: u believe in the Devil&lt;br /&gt;ALbabe621: and i am ashamed&lt;br /&gt;IntoxiChrist: Yeah, I believe in the Devil, who also goes "deeply" into My Father.&lt;br /&gt;IntoxiChrist: He's such a gay slut sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;ALbabe621: no&lt;br /&gt;IntoxiChrist: No? He's not a gay slut? What do YOU call it when a guy takes it in the ass all of the time then, huh?&lt;br /&gt;ALbabe621: he isn't having sex w/ anyone!&lt;br /&gt;IntoxiChrist: God the Father, Archangel Michael, Lucifer, Satan - they all fuck Him in the ass, at LEAST once a week.&lt;br /&gt;IntoxiChrist: And.... He fucked My mom.&lt;br /&gt;ALbabe621: leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;ALbabe621: u are too much&lt;br /&gt;IntoxiChrist: You're not enough. You need to get better.&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>OMG I didnt know i had so much room for a subject! Crucify me ok?</title>
    <published>2003-11-17T00:29:40Z</published>
    <updated>2003-11-17T00:29:40Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Savage Pussy Lickings....Ebola in My Soup</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;ludingtonsdaddy: hello - Soooooobored told me to IM you. she said you were sexy and horny&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: I'm really sexy and really horny, and I have no one to suck on my knob. If Soooooobored sent you, she must've told you the password, right?&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: Check out my picture link to see me. &lt;br /&gt;ludingtonsdaddy: she didnt tell me a password, she said you were her friend, and that she was satisfied so i should IM you&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: Hrm...you can't join the club if you don't have the password. If you don't have the password, I can't believe Soooooobored sent you. Ask her again for the password, and if you can tell me, I'll give you the cyberfucking of your life.&lt;br /&gt;ludingtonsdaddy: ok, i'l ask her. i checked out your picture, you are a beautiful woman. brb&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: You have to be exact with the password, too, otherwise I can't fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;ludingtonsdaddy: I just IM'd her, one moment please&lt;br /&gt;ludingtonsdaddy: I am back - she said it is "Kaen rules"&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: Yes. Excellent. I can allow you to join the club now, though there is one more bit of information you must submit for full membership.&lt;br /&gt;ludingtonsdaddy: and what would that be?&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: The Club requires you to submit all of your screen names so that we may match you with suitable cybersex companions whenever you are on-line with whichever screen name you have logged on as.&lt;br /&gt;ludingtonsdaddy: i use the name "ludingtonsdaddy"&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: I know that screen name. The Club requires your other screen names as well in order to properly service your needs.&lt;br /&gt;ludingtonsdaddy: that is me, no one else, no other names&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: If no other screen names exist or are not given, your email address is required so that we may match you up with suitable cybersex companions so that you will not go horny when you are off-line.&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: The Club wishes to fulfill the needs of all its members.&lt;br /&gt;ludingtonsdaddy: ok, my email is daddytazz@t-one.net&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: Excellent. Welcome to The Club. You are now a full-fledged member and will receive suitable cybersex companions via email or directly IM'ing you when you are on-line. Is that suitable for you?&lt;br /&gt;ludingtonsdaddy: my screen name is ludingtons daddy, because i could not use daddytazz, and I live in Ludington,so I used the city and daddy&lt;br /&gt;ludingtonsdaddy: yes, thats fine&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: Explanations of screen names are unnecessary. Now that you are a member of The Club, you may cybersex with me. If you want to, please remove my clothing and we will begin.&lt;br /&gt;ludingtonsdaddy: i am taking of your blouse, so tenderly&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: Before we begin, we should offer a prayer of praise to our Great Master Kaen, for he hath shown the way and the light of cybersex and hath created the most wondrous institution of The Club.&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: Pray with me, Club Brother.&lt;br /&gt;ludingtonsdaddy: ok&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: O Great Kaen, thou art so wondrously wonderful and thou hast created the most magnificent institution The Club. Thou art the most wondrous of The Three and all who lay eyes upon thy visage knoweth thy glory.&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: Now, offer your praises to Kaen, so that he does not slay you as you stand.&lt;br /&gt;ludingtonsdaddy: oh Great Kaen, you have brought the wondrous beauty of these women befor the computer, that all may partake of their glorious juices&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: Let it be so, Kaen&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: Rise, Club Brother, and let us continue in our cybersex.&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: How old are you, Club Brother?&lt;br /&gt;ludingtonsdaddy: i am rising my love&lt;br /&gt;ludingtonsdaddy: i am 35&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: Refer to me as "Club Sister" or you will arouse the anger of Kaen.&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: I toss my blouse to the side, gazing into your eyes, my mouth slightly parted, as to say, "Take me."&lt;br /&gt;ludingtonsdaddy: i am a horney 35yr old man club sister&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: I am a horny 12yr old girl, Club Brother.&lt;br /&gt;ludingtonsdaddy: i kiss you deeply, and i feel your tongue in my mouth&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: My tongue swirls around your mouth, running along your teeth, playing with your tongue in return.&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: You are an outstanding kisser, Club Brother.&lt;br /&gt;ludingtonsdaddy: i run my hands to you breasts, and play with your tender nipples&lt;br /&gt;ludingtonsdaddy: thank you club sister&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: I gasp, my breathing deepens and quickens, and my nipples harden at your touch. My breasts quiver with excitement.&lt;br /&gt;ludingtonsdaddy: i pull your body closer to mine, and start to suckle your hardened nipples&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: I fondle your hair, throwing my head back in pleasure, cascading my long, dark Asian hair down to my tight, hot ass.&lt;br /&gt;ludingtonsdaddy: my lips carres your body, as i make my way down to your navel&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: You are skilled at the art of mammary manipulation, Club Brother. My breasts have never been handled as such.&lt;br /&gt;ludingtonsdaddy: oh you have such beautiful breasts club sister&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: My hands run all over your strong, manly shoulders and caress your rippling biceps.&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: I lay back onto the bed, which has "Kaen" engraved in calligraphy in the strong oak headboard.&lt;br /&gt;ludingtonsdaddy: i slowly remove your pants, and put my face in your wonderful crotch&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: If you do not lick my crotch, Kaen will be angry. You must use your tongue, or incur the wrath of Kaen! Quickly!&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: You must hurry, before he awakens!&lt;br /&gt;ludingtonsdaddy: my tongue delves deeply into your love box, darting back and forth, tickling your labia&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: Mmmm....Kaen is awake, but he is satisfied with your treatment of my love box.&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: My legs spread wide as you explore my young, hairless pussy with your tongue, sending erotic waves of pleasure through my entire 12yr old body.&lt;br /&gt;ludingtonsdaddy: your juices flow all over my face, as you shudder with excitement&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: NO! Kaen is angry! In The Club, you cannot tell the other person what they are doing - it is a grave insult.&lt;br /&gt;ludingtonsdaddy: i am so sorry my club sister&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: Quickly! Offer a prayer of repentance and absolution to Kaen before he revokes your membership!&lt;br /&gt;ludingtonsdaddy: oh great Master Kaen, please forgive my hastiness&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: He is not happy! He requires more! Prostrate yourself before him and beg his mercy!&lt;br /&gt;ludingtonsdaddy: Oh GreatMaster Kaen, i throw myself at thy mercy for being such scum&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: Kaen is appeased. Return to your orally pleasuring of my pussy.&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: However, Kaen is not pleased at the color of your font. He demands you change it to a more readable color.&lt;br /&gt;ludingtonsdaddy: i put my face back between your smoth legs, and start likcking up your wondeful juices&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: My back arches with pleasure, my labia quivers at every swath of your tongue. My hands press your face harder against my tight, hairless pussy.&lt;br /&gt;ludingtonsdaddy: i start nibbling more at your labia, and touch your g spot with my tongue&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: My whole body shivers as I orgasm against your face, a torrent of pussy juice rushing out against your lips and chin.&lt;br /&gt;ludingtonsdaddy: i drink your juice so hungerly&lt;br /&gt;ludingtonsdaddy: oh club sister, your juice taste better than wiskey&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: *gasp* In The Club, you may never equate a bodily fluid of your partner to alcohol! It is a grave sin! Kaen is angered. He is demanding that you suck him off lest you be cast out of The Club. I am falling in love with you, Club Brother. Please - bend to his wishes and remain in The Club.&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: Please!&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: (Kaen): This is Kaen, the Appointed Exalted of The Club. You have angered me and you will atone for your sin by performing fellatio on my penis or you will be cast out of The Club for your insolence.&lt;br /&gt;ludingtonsdaddy: Oh Master Kaen, i fall before you for forgiveness in my awful sin, and I suck you dry for repentance&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: (Kaen): Your sin is atoned for. My Appointed Exalted Semen has been cast upon Kyodi Tae for your sin, and you may remain in The Club.&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: Thank you so much! Kaen is so benevolent, is he not? His semen is dripping from my face now, but it is a small price to wear the Great Master's cum in return for your continued membership in The Club.&lt;br /&gt;ludingtonsdaddy: oh thankyou Master Kaen&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: What are you going to do to me now, Club Brother?&lt;br /&gt;ludingtonsdaddy: oh club sister, if i had just known the clubs rules, i would not get myself in such hot water with Master Kaen&lt;br /&gt;ludingtonsdaddy: I am moving my hands around to feel you tight ass&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: It is OK, Club Brother. Most sins can be atoned for by sucking off the Great Master Kaen. He is a lenient Master, if not a messy one when it comes to unloading his most Appointed Exalted Semen.&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: I grab onto your shoulders and press my wet pussy against your penis, grinding in circular motions to entice you to enter my Jade Gate.&lt;br /&gt;ludingtonsdaddy: my 6" feels great when grinding against your body&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: Oh no! I've angered Kaen with my reference to Feudal Japan and its sexual references. Jade Gate is a 14th century name for a woman's pussy and it angers him that I am Korean and I used a Japanese term! I am being banished to his most Appointed Exalted Bedroom for punishment!&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: (Kaen): Kyodi Tae has sinned against The Club, but you will not be punished. I will choose another adequate cybersex companion for you to fuck this evening using this AIM account.&lt;br /&gt;ludingtonsdaddy: Oh Thank You Master Kaen&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: (Kaen): You will fuck Jim. He is a 35yr old computer programmer from Sheboygan. He is bi-sexual and will suit your needs for the evening.&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: (Kaen): He will take the keyboard now. You will acquaint yourselves before fucking, as is my command.&lt;br /&gt;ludingtonsdaddy: Oh thank You Master Kaen&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: Hi, I'm Jim. What's your name, Club Brother?&lt;br /&gt;ludingtonsdaddy: club brother, my name is daddytazz&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: My ass could really use a good fucking tonight, but be gentle, cuz Kaen is really rough and his cock is most Appointed Exalted-ly huge. It hurts a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: You have no objections to fucking another man?&lt;br /&gt;ludingtonsdaddy: club brother, do you have room for my 6" cock?&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: Great Master Kaen's cock is much larger than that, and I took him, though painfully.&lt;br /&gt;ludingtonsdaddy: only if i get fucked in return&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: Great Master Kaen removed my penis last week for insolence, so I cannot fuck you in return. I could request another cybersex companion for you, if you wish, though it will require the removal of my colon to appease Kaen's anger at our lack of satisfaction in his most Appointed Exalted wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: Perhaps you would prefer another girl like Kyodi Tae?&lt;br /&gt;ludingtonsdaddy: it is fine club brother, i will be satisfied with your tight ass&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: I must tell you, Club Brother, that my ass is extremely loose ever since Kaen went at it.&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: His cock is huge, let me tell you! &lt;br /&gt;ludingtonsdaddy: but it looks so inviting&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: (Kaen): Jim has been killed for not using the full title of my penis, the Appointed Exalted penis. I will choose now another cybersex companion for you.&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: (Kaen): I do not tolerate insolence.&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: (Kaen): I will allow you to choose your companion this time, as I am feeling satiated in Jim's death since I now have a corpse to fuck after I punish Kwixquix.&lt;br /&gt;ludingtonsdaddy: Thank You Master Kaen&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: (Kaen): Perhaps you would perform fellatio on my Appointed Exalted penis once again for my benevolence in allowing you free will of companion choice.&lt;br /&gt;ludingtonsdaddy: I would love to Master Kaen&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: (Kaen): Now suck me off, Club Child.&lt;br /&gt;ludingtonsdaddy: Oh Maters Kaen, (slurp) Your Exalted Penis is delicious&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: (Kaen): I DO NOT TOLERATE INSOLENCE, CLUB CHILD. You have also failed to use the correct title for my penis, Club Child. You will be excommunicated from The Club. That is all, Exiled. Do not return and do not seek contact with Kyodi Tae further, as she will be killed for bringing such waste into The Club.&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: (Kaen): The title is Appointed Exalted penis, Exiled. Perhaps you will learn before you join the next club you find.&lt;br /&gt;ludingtonsdaddy: Oh Great Master Kaen, please forgive me for not using the honorable word "exalted"&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: (Kaen): That is the most heinous and unforgivable sin known to Club Brothers and Sisters. There is no punishment but excommunication. You are among the Exiled. Depart in peace or you will be killed by repeated anal violation.&lt;br /&gt;ludingtonsdaddy: Oh Great Master Kaen, because of your incompetance, I shall depart from here&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: (Kaen): Exiled! You should kissing my boots for my kindness in not making you a eunuch!&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>I have decided to post some really old but none the less funny AOL chat logs I have when I was a mas</title>
    <published>2003-11-17T00:16:39Z</published>
    <updated>2003-11-17T00:16:39Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Nightwish..The Wayfarer</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;DRAGEN 1476: you like to have sex with older guys?&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: Yeah - do you like having sex with younger girls?&lt;br /&gt;DRAGEN 1476: yea&lt;br /&gt;DRAGEN 1476: what the oldest guy you had sex with&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: He said he was 52, but I think he was older. Sometimes they lie.&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: What's the youngest girl you've had sex with?&lt;br /&gt;DRAGEN 1476: 12&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: Hey! That's how old I am!&lt;br /&gt;DRAGEN 1476: cool&lt;br /&gt;DRAGEN 1476: do you like 18 teen year olds?&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: *shrug* Sure, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;DRAGEN 1476: what was the biggest dick you had sex with?&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: Let's see - I think it's about ten inches long and painfully thick.&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: How big is yours?&lt;br /&gt;DRAGEN 1476: mine is 8&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: Not bad.&lt;br /&gt;DRAGEN 1476: maybe you can try me out sometime&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: Um, how about now?&lt;br /&gt;DRAGEN 1476: sure&lt;br /&gt;*long pause, I was thinking he was jacking off or something*&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: Hello?&lt;br /&gt;DRAGEN 1476: wuz up sexy&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: I thought you wanted to have cybersex.&lt;br /&gt;DRAGEN 1476: you wanna fuck&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: Um, you originally IM'd me for that reason. I assumed you did.&lt;br /&gt;DRAGEN 1476: do you suck dick&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: Sure. Whatever you want, Ninja-Boy.&lt;br /&gt;DRAGEN 1476: do you do it good&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: No, I really, really suck at it. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;DRAGEN 1476: i eat pussy&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: Sweet! That's really great. How often do you eat it?&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: I mean, is it like three meals a day, or just for a light snack now and then&lt;br /&gt;DRAGEN 1476: all the time i love it&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: Wow - do you have a girlfriend or something? Or do you eat your teacher's pussy at school or something?&lt;br /&gt;DRAGEN 1476: any cute girl i will eat&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: Wow - do they all let you do it to them?&lt;br /&gt;DRAGEN 1476: yup&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: Wow - every chick you see? They just drop their panties for you and you eat them out?&lt;br /&gt;DRAGEN 1476: i am the sexy asian guy&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: Ah - so, you're like a token chink or something that they all feel obligated by bleeding-heart liberals to have sex with you?&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: That's really not something to brag about.&lt;br /&gt;DRAGEN 1476: not really but i always get my girl &lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: Ah - so, can I be your girl now&lt;br /&gt;DRAGEN 1476: sure&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: Can I be your guy?    * at this point Sweet ninja cub messages me *&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: Hey, Ninja-Boy! Pay attention over here.&lt;br /&gt;DRAGEN 1476: anything you want&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: Ok, I want to be your guy.&lt;br /&gt;DRAGEN 1476: guy what are you talking about&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: You said anything I wanted! My biggest fantasy has always been to fuck a ninja up the ass with a cock. You said I could.&lt;br /&gt;DRAGEN 1476: your a guy&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: No, I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: I'm a girl, but I've always wondered what it's like to be a guy.&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: With a penis, ya know?&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: Haven't you ever wondered what it's like to have a pussy and tits?&lt;br /&gt;DRAGEN 1476: no i like my dick&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: Hrm....how much do you like your dick?&lt;br /&gt;DRAGEN 1476: its thick and jusei * yes people!!!! this is where my infamous Jusei wang character came to be! Sweet ninja cub is now laughing his ass off *&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: Jusei? Hung chow tsung takati hung big dick?&lt;br /&gt;DRAGEN 1476: i will fuck you all night till you bleed&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: Oh, yeah - make me bleed, baby.&lt;br /&gt;DRAGEN 1476: suck on your tits&lt;br /&gt;DRAGEN 1476: and ride you like a pony&lt;br /&gt;DRAGEN 1476: and make you wet&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: Saddle me up, Ninja-Boy, and ride me like the stallion that I am!&lt;br /&gt;DRAGEN 1476: i will losen you up and fuck til day lite&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: Ok, but at daylight, the pumpkin will disappear, the horses turn back to mice, and my glass slipper - yeah, that becomes a cock again.&lt;br /&gt;DRAGEN 1476: then will do it all over agian&lt;br /&gt;DRAGEN 1476: but harder&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: Mmmm....then I go around the kingdom trying to fit my cock up the ass of every Ninja-Boy in the land to see who it was I fucked all night last night.&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: Yeah, fuck me harder.&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: Give me a ninja-thrust in my vagina, Ninja-Boy.&lt;br /&gt;DRAGEN 1476: i will push harder harder and harder&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: Yeah, and after this, you can fuck my evil step-sisters and my evil step-mother. Then you can marry me and we'll live happily ever-after while I fuck you up the ass with my glass-slipper/cock.&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: Are you fucking my step-siblings yet?&lt;br /&gt;DRAGEN 1476: hel yea harder and harder&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: Yeah - you saying "harder and harder" over and over again is totally making me hot. You are so good at cybersex.&lt;br /&gt;DRAGEN 1476: i am liking you now baybe&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: Yeah! I am totally liking you now, too. I love how you don't have a problem with my glass-slipper penis.&lt;br /&gt;DRAGEN 1476: likig hader and harder&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: Yeah! Hey - do you speak English?&lt;br /&gt;DRAGEN 1476: a little&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: *sigh* I shouldn't have asked.&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: Do you know what a penis is?&lt;br /&gt;DRAGEN 1476: a dick&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: Right. Have you read anything I've sent you in last, say, ten minutes?&lt;br /&gt;DRAGEN 1476: yup&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: Are you gay?&lt;br /&gt;DRAGEN 1476: hel no why *right now like every person on my list is messaging me, and Sweet ninja cub is still convulsing*&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: K, cuz you haven't said anything about my penis.&lt;br /&gt;DRAGEN 1476: you have a pinis&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: No, I have a penis.&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: Is that OK, Ninja-Boy?&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: Can you karate-chop it off or something?&lt;br /&gt;DRAGEN 1476: i deal with strikly pussy not dick&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: Hrm...can you make an exception just this once? I'll never ask for it again, I promise.&lt;br /&gt;DRAGEN 1476: i dont now&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: You don't know? Even if I have a penis? Come on - lemme just fuck you up the ass with it. Call me Cinderella, though - K? That totally gets me hot.&lt;br /&gt;DRAGEN 1476: helllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll no syco&lt;br /&gt;Kwixquix: Well, just call me Cinderella real quick.&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>If anybody plays, played or knows aboot Asherons Call, read :p</title>
    <published>2003-11-16T23:48:41Z</published>
    <updated>2003-11-16T23:48:41Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Angra: Castles on the Sand</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;SpecLifeMelee runs you through! &lt;br /&gt;You've lost your Gold Platemail Gauntlets, your Silver Scailmail Cuirass, your 40 flaming Djarids, your War Magic Tessera, your Diamond Morningstar, your Emerald, your Ruby Heavy Bracelet and your Apple! &lt;br /&gt;Sixth Sense: Lifestone, 83.9S 9.6E &lt;br /&gt;You say "Ow" &lt;br /&gt;Virindi Executor points and laughs &lt;br /&gt;Banderling Mauler says, "Olthoi Brood Noble says, "Ow"....LOL I thought you guys were meant to be tough" &lt;br /&gt;You say, "Yeah yeah, I was lagging, he got lucky. You seem to be here too, tough guy." &lt;br /&gt;Olthoi Noble says to your fellowship, "oh man...he looted you!" &lt;br /&gt;The Thunder of N00b crushing Drudge Skulker is followed by the deafening silence of death! &lt;br /&gt;Drudge Skulker says, "Mommy!" &lt;br /&gt;You say to your fellowship, "WHAT? Well, I have a chat log going, I'm going to post this on the boards" &lt;br /&gt;Banderling Mauler says, "um..well I looked for fire vuln on my spellbar and it wasn't there...I think my brother messed up my spells." &lt;br /&gt;You are no longer protected by the Lifestone's magic! &lt;br /&gt;You say to your fellowship, "Heading back...brt. Keep him there" &lt;br /&gt;You say "Helkas Quareth" &lt;br /&gt;The spell consumed the following components, Platinum Scarab, Red taper &lt;br /&gt;Your spell fizzled. &lt;br /&gt;Drudge Skulker says, "can sum1 buff me plz?" &lt;br /&gt;Banderling Mauler says, "I can, one sec" &lt;br /&gt;You say "Helkas Quareth" &lt;br /&gt;The spell consumed the following components, Powdered Onyx, White taper, Rowan Talisman &lt;br /&gt;Your spell fizzled. &lt;br /&gt;You say, "dammit" &lt;br /&gt;Drudge Skulker says, "I haev a body and vitea and have too log, plz help" &lt;br /&gt;Tusker Guard is incinerated by BSD Campers Assault! &lt;br /&gt;Banderling Mauler says, "wait wait, I'm working on it......WHERE are all my creature spells?!" &lt;br /&gt;Tusker Guard says, "Nanas!!!" &lt;br /&gt;Olthoi Noble says to your fellowship, "Hurry, we've got him running. He might recall" &lt;br /&gt;You say to your fellowship, "Can't get my spells off..brt" &lt;br /&gt;Banderling Mauler says, "OK what spells do you need?" &lt;br /&gt;Extas Lugian is fatally punctured by Gimped Sword! &lt;br /&gt;Drudge Skulker says, " I dunno" &lt;br /&gt;Tusker Guard says, "NANAS!!!!!!" &lt;br /&gt;Tusker Guard says, "NANAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" &lt;br /&gt;You squelch Tusker Guard &lt;br /&gt;Olthoi Noble says to your fellowship, "Spells??" &lt;br /&gt;Banderling Mauler says, "I can buff your thrown weapon skill if you like.....my brother raves about it but I really don't see what all the fuss is about. I'll stick to UA." &lt;br /&gt;Drudge Skulker says, "plz!" &lt;br /&gt;You say to your fellowship, "DOH! I've been playing my Shadow Lieutenant most of the day.....I forgot. OK brt." &lt;br /&gt;Sixth Sense: Sturdy Iron Key, 84.2S 9.1E &lt;br /&gt;Sixth Sense: Sturdy Iron Key, 84.2S 9.1E &lt;br /&gt;Banderling Mauler says, "Malar Hati" &lt;br /&gt;Your Patron Olthoi Queen says to you, "Get to the mansion now.....we have probs" &lt;br /&gt;Sixth Sense: Sturdy Iron Key, 84.2S 9.1E &lt;br /&gt;Sixth Sense: Iron Platemail Leggings, 84.2S 9.1E &lt;br /&gt;Virindi Executor is looking for new members of the Singularity XP Chain, join now. Resistance is futile. &lt;br /&gt;Olthoi Royal Guard says on the co-vassals channel, "Get here NOW, Broodie, some humans got in." &lt;br /&gt;Olthoi Noble says to your fellowship, "OMG I got him. W00t!" &lt;br /&gt;Diamond Golem Died! &lt;br /&gt;You say to your fellowship, "Nice one.....I'll brt to loot him. Make sure he gets nowhere near that body. Something's up at the Hive" &lt;br /&gt;Diamond Golem says, "LOL, gotta love jumping off the Lighthouse" &lt;br /&gt;Your Patron Olthoi Queen says to you, "I'm so mad right now. Turbine said in the patch notes that only those with access could get in here. They messed up again!" &lt;br /&gt;Olthoi Soldier says to your fellowship, "You got it boss" &lt;br /&gt;Banderling Mauler says, "DG you're nuts....but I thought you could make that jump already?" &lt;br /&gt;Sixth sense: Battlemage, 86.1S 9.2E &lt;br /&gt;Virindi Executor is selling Pre GSA, ebay item #4820392718 &lt;br /&gt;Diamond Golem says, "Yeah but I wanna do it with Bludgeon Vuln on me..it's kinda my favorite spell. Levelling got boring at about 270....gotta pass the time somehow " &lt;br /&gt;Olthoi Brood Noble is looking for a portal to Marae or Holtburg please &lt;br /&gt;Reroll's Lightning coruscates over Drudge Skulker's mortal remains! &lt;br /&gt;Drudge Skulker says, "nooooooo I lost my brnmstone cap mushroom. PLZ HELP" &lt;br /&gt;Your Patron Olthoi Queen says to you, "lol RG, you're bad" &lt;br /&gt;Banderling Mauler sighs &lt;br /&gt;Diamond Golem says, "Shurov Thiloi" &lt;br /&gt;Banderling Mauler says, "Where are you hunting?" &lt;br /&gt;Olthoi Royal Guard says on the co-vassals channel, "hehe yup...but really. Wanna make baby bugs after we clear out these humans?" &lt;br /&gt;Olthoi Royal Guard says on the co-vassals channel, "oops" &lt;br /&gt;Drudge Skulker says, "Holtburg...my patron said to stya there until I was level 10, but its to hard" &lt;br /&gt;You say on the co-vassals channel, "OMG lol......busted" &lt;br /&gt;Olthoi Brood Noble is looking for a portal to Marae or Holtburg please &lt;br /&gt;Virindi Executor says, "Dude unsquelch the monkey, he has a question for you" &lt;br /&gt;Olthoi Soldier says to your fellowship, "Eeek Imperil VI, help!" &lt;br /&gt;You say "ok" &lt;br /&gt;Tusker Guard tells you, "HAEV U GOT NANAs???????????" &lt;br /&gt;You squelch Tusker Guard &lt;br /&gt;You squelch the account associated with Tusker Guard &lt;br /&gt;You say "Dammit Vinny" &lt;br /&gt;Virindi Executor points and laughs. &lt;br /&gt;You say "c'mon...I KNOW you have Marae tied...help me out here. You and your buddies are always raving about the XP there. You owe me after that." &lt;br /&gt;Olthoi Noble says to your fellowship, "Better hurry, there are two of them now. Soldier just managed to get away but it was close" &lt;br /&gt;Virindi Executor sighs &lt;br /&gt;Virindi Executor says, "alright....this time. N00b." &lt;br /&gt;You say "yeah yeah yeah whatever....the portal please?" &lt;br /&gt;Virindi Executor says, "Roiga Thiloi" &lt;br /&gt;You say "ty" &lt;br /&gt;Virindi Executor says, "whatever" &lt;br /&gt;You say "wtf?" &lt;br /&gt;Virindi Master cast Bludgeoning Vulnerability Other VI on you! &lt;br /&gt;You evaded Tusker Slave! &lt;br /&gt;You evaded Tumideon Hollow Minion! &lt;br /&gt;You evaded Tusker Slave! &lt;br /&gt;Tumideon Hollow Minion crushes your chest for 112 points of bludgeoning damage &lt;br /&gt;You evaded Tusker Slave! &lt;br /&gt;You evaded Tusker Slave! &lt;br /&gt;Tumideon Hollow Minion crushes your upper leg for 73 points of bludgeoning damage &lt;br /&gt;You evaded Tusker Slave! &lt;br /&gt;You resist the spell cast by Virindi Master! &lt;br /&gt;You evaded Tusker Slave! &lt;br /&gt;You tell Virindi Executor, "You BASTARD" &lt;br /&gt;You evaded Tumideon Hollow Minion! &lt;br /&gt;You evaded Tusker Slave! &lt;br /&gt;You evaded Tumideon Hollow Minion! &lt;br /&gt;Virindi Executor tells you, "LOL" &lt;br /&gt;Drudge Ravener tried and failed to cast a spell at you! &lt;br /&gt;You say to your fellowship, "ARGH FORGET IT" &lt;br /&gt;You evaded Tumideon Hollow Minion! &lt;br /&gt;You evaded Tusker Slave! &lt;br /&gt;You evaded Tusker Slave! &lt;br /&gt;The Magic of Asheron flows through you. &lt;br /&gt;Olthoi Brood Noble is recalling home.&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>He read the letters that she wrote, one day he will know the taste of freedom......</title>
    <published>2003-11-16T19:48:37Z</published>
    <updated>2003-11-16T19:48:37Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Sonata Arctica ....(Nightwish cover) Over The Hills and Far Away..........</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;So its like confusing, 3 years of nearly being celibate, to 10 minutes of a handjob, to being told next day thats all I think about WTF?. So like I go for a walk down at the local walking trail, and its so hot outside. Then I come home and go mooch xp points of some freakish fellowship in AC. Then I eat too many of those generic Oreo like cookies. Then I have on some metal music thats like and I quote " Some dude with long hair to his ass in skin tight pants playing fat guitar riffs on top of a mountain" playing. Joy to me?&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>blah</title>
    <published>2003-11-16T04:31:26Z</published>
    <updated>2003-11-16T04:31:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;I dont what to make of some people when they like know somethingis wrong with you and they know what it is but pretend they don't and just ask you whats up. Then laying ion bed and having someone that hasn't touched you sexually in years literally start jacking you off, confusing to say the least.&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>Slaying the Dreamer</title>
    <published>2003-11-15T02:21:10Z</published>
    <updated>2003-11-15T02:21:10Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Nightwish - Over the hills and far away.......</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;I am currently AFK.(getting drink, be back in 2 min!)&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>Dude she made me do it</title>
    <published>2003-11-15T00:11:04Z</published>
    <updated>2003-11-15T00:11:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The mystical white w(b)itch of Bok Choy and all other asian vegtables and the overseer of soy sauce and all of the fine line of strap on dildos has made me go live again, Ph33r celandra cause she like is major into wicca and dabbles in the black arts and all, laterz. :p</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>Blah</title>
    <published>2003-08-04T02:09:30Z</published>
    <updated>2003-08-04T02:09:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Damn I haven't updated this thing in ages, mainly because A: too busy B: forgot bout it C: all the above and then some forgetfulness too. For those who do know me you know ive been in a relationship with the same guy for almost 4 years now, Ive tried and tried to make a go of it, but I guess Im too much of an asshole to be with anyone so i am destined to die a lonely old man, at least Eric likes old men :p .&lt;br /&gt;I have a problem with lying people. I always have, I am never at peace unless there is something like a confrontation going on or something for me to worry or bitch about :\&lt;br /&gt;Its a major problem I have had forever, and now the damn thing is taking its toll on me. Ive been so depressed at the fact me and my other half never get along, I cant say anything to him with him taking offense and getting mad at me. He loves me I know that but I am so scared that we just cant get along anymore. He left me last October *see previous entry* and it just bout killed me.&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately we was able to get something going again after I took 2 months of anger managment classes, you see I have a bad temper.&lt;br /&gt;I dont hit him or anything like that, I tend to storm out of the room when I get upset. Ive have tried to work these issues out with myself and again I fail over and over.&lt;br /&gt;Now we are in seperate bedrooms and the pressure seems to be off us both for the good, he complains he misses me....I miss him too and we do spend time watching TV together and stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;I get into a bad mood when stuff worries me like money, I never have any left after bills, grocery etc and that doesnt bother me, what bothers me is the fact I feel like a fucking failure.&lt;br /&gt;When he ignores me when I go into his room it kills me and I feel like blowing my head off...even though I deserve it most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;I used to be so scared he would find someone else, someone better, Now I am scared to death of what will happen if he doesnt :(</content>
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    <title>Hard Times</title>
    <published>2002-10-22T01:55:33Z</published>
    <updated>2002-10-22T01:55:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Once again I am living alone, due to my own ignorance. No I am not single by anymeans, but if you live with your loved one, please never take them for granted and NEVER NEVER believe they cant leave you, please, its the hardest thing you will ever face :(</content>
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    <title>Im back :)</title>
    <published>2002-09-10T00:02:00Z</published>
    <updated>2002-09-10T00:02:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I have a new job and everything is going well, I went to a Savatage concert tonite and was totally rocked out of my socks *comments Eric?*&lt;br /&gt; Only band I know whose lyrics can bring tears to my eyes...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where the years have gone&lt;br /&gt;Memories can only last so long&lt;br /&gt;Like faded photographs, forgotten songs&lt;br /&gt;And the things I never knew&lt;br /&gt;When the skin is thin, the heart shows through&lt;br /&gt;Please believe me what I tell you is true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's the lights, turn 'em on again&lt;br /&gt;One more night to believe and then&lt;br /&gt;Another note for my requiem&lt;br /&gt;A memory to carry on&lt;br /&gt;The story's over when the crowds have gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my friends have been crucified&lt;br /&gt;Made life a long suicide true&lt;br /&gt;Guess we never figured out the rules&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still alive, my fingers feel&lt;br /&gt;Gonna play on till the final reel's through&lt;br /&gt;And read the credits from a different view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's the lights, turn 'em on again&lt;br /&gt;One more night to believe and then&lt;br /&gt;Another note for my requiem&lt;br /&gt;A memory to carry on&lt;br /&gt;The story's over when the crowds have gone&lt;br /&gt;When the crowds are gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the crowds are gone&lt;br /&gt;And I'm all alone&lt;br /&gt;Playing the saddest song&lt;br /&gt;Now that the lights are gone&lt;br /&gt;Turn them on again&lt;br /&gt;One more time for me my friend&lt;br /&gt;Turn 'em on again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted to know&lt;br /&gt;Never wanted to see&lt;br /&gt;I wasted my time&lt;br /&gt;Till time wasted me&lt;br /&gt;Never wanted to go&lt;br /&gt;Always wanted to stay&lt;br /&gt;'Cause the persons I am&lt;br /&gt;Are the parts that I play&lt;br /&gt;So I plot and I plan&lt;br /&gt;Hope and I scheme&lt;br /&gt;To the lure of a night&lt;br /&gt;Filled with unfinished dreams&lt;br /&gt;I'm holding on tight&lt;br /&gt;To a world gone astray&lt;br /&gt;As they charge me for years&lt;br /&gt;I can no longer pay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn 'em on again (repeat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted to know&lt;br /&gt;Never wanted to see&lt;br /&gt;I wasted my time&lt;br /&gt;Till time wasted me&lt;br /&gt;I Never wanted to go&lt;br /&gt;Always wanted to stay&lt;br /&gt;'Cause the persons I am&lt;br /&gt;Are the parts that I play&lt;br /&gt;The parts I play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the light&lt;br /&gt;Turn then off my friend&lt;br /&gt;And the ghosts&lt;br /&gt;Well just let them in&lt;br /&gt;Cause in the dark</content>
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    <title>A very confused bitch.....IRC addicted suck wad.</title>
    <published>2002-07-31T11:02:38Z</published>
    <updated>2002-07-31T11:02:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">In all my letters, I try harder than anything else to make myself clear. I try to state things as simply and unambiguously as I can, because I find that that's the best way to convince my readers that I certainly don't want to have to hear Mrs. Henrietta Q Snatchural, Esq.'s rambling streams of consciousness. The full truth of my conclusion I shall develop in the course of this letter, but the conclusion's general outline is that Henrietta has found a way to avoid compliance with government regulations, circumvent any further litigation, and engage in or goad others into engaging in illegal acts -- all by trumping up a phony emergency. You can waste all your time arguing about how many angels can dance on the head of a pin. Or you can actually mention a bit about naive freebooters such as Henrietta. You decide. At any rate, she prizes wealth and celebrity over and above decent morals and sound judgment. Do I blame society for this? No, I blame Henrietta. It is certainly the height of ironies that she has commented that the best way to reduce cognitive dissonance and restore homeostasis to one's psyche is to reduce human beings to the status of domestic animals. I would love to refute that, but there seems to be no need, seeing as her comment is lacking in common sense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you reflect upon this, you'll realize that if you were to tell Henrietta that clericalism has nothing to do with blackguardism, she'd just pull her security blanket a little tighter around herself and refuse to come out and deal with the real world. Like much conventional wisdom, her commentaries contain too much convention and not enough wisdom. Or, to express that sentiment without all of the emotionally charged lingo, her supporters feel that "logorrheic party animals and uneducated, indecent beatniks should rule this country." First off, that's a lousy sentence. If they had written that I shall return to this point in particular, then that quote would have had more validity. As it stands, one does not have to boss others around in order to turn random, senseless violence into meaningful action. It is an insincere person who believes otherwise. You'd think I'd be pretty well inured by now to the lunacies of Henrietta's beliefs, but I have to say that once you understand Henrietta's politics, you have a responsibility to do something about them. To know, to understand, and not to act, is an egregious sin of omission. It is the sin of silence. It is the sin of letting Henrietta burn books. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the first to mention that the entire premise of her ideas is incredibly offensive to any self-respecting person. In view of that, it is not surprising that she claims that the purpose of life is self-gratification. I contend that the absurdities within that claim speak for themselves, although I should add that if you were to try to tell Henrietta's accomplices that there are deeper issues afoot here, they'd close their eyes and put their hands over their ears. They are, as the psychologists say, in denial. They don't want to hear that I wonder if Henrietta really believes the things she says. She knows they're not true, doesn't she? In other words, does Henrietta realize she's more sententious than most mingy knee-biters? On the surface, it would seem to have something to do with the way that I am asking the readers of this letter to be aware that Henrietta is unable to see any issue in a broad perspective or from more than one side. But upon further investigation, one will find that her catch-phrases are based on a denial of reality, on the substitution of a deliberately falsified picture of the world in place of reality. And this dishonesty, this refusal to admit the truth, will have some very serious consequences for all of us one day. Henrietta is stepping over the line when she attempts to oppose the visceral views of 98 percent of the nation's citizens -- way over the line. Although she won't admit it, Henrietta's Ponzi schemes are based on two fundamental errors. They assume that human life is expendable. And they promote the mistaken idea that the most valuable skill one can have is to be able to lie convincingly. It has been brought to my attention that we should give Henrietta a taste of her own medicine. While this is honestly true, we must drive off and disperse the arrogant ideologues who procure explosive devices, gasoline, and detonators for use in an upcoming campaign of terror. Our children depend on that. She is not only insensitive, but she also lacks the self-control necessary to conform her behavior to reasonable norms. As disaffected as Henrietta's values are, if we let Henrietta draw unsuspecting windbags into the orbit of insufferable, insane humorless-types, then greed, corruption, and materialism will characterize the government. Oppressive measures will be directed against citizens. And lies and deceit will be the stock and trade of the media and educational institutions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was little, my father would sometimes pick me up, put me on his knee, and say "The core of this seemingly insoluble problem is the fact that power-drunk cozeners thrive on hatred rather than love." I, not being one of the many shallow liars and cheats of this world, have a problem with her use of the phrase, "We all know that...". With this phrase, Henrietta doesn't need to prove her claim that she knows the "right" way to read Plato, Maimonides, and Machiavelli; she merely accepts it as fact. To put it another way, when she hears anyone say that I decidedly hope that her punishment fits her crime, her answer is to leave a large part of this country's workforce dislocated and disillusioned. That's similar to taking a few drunken swings at a beehive: it just makes me want even more to hinder the power of crotchety marauders like her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wants to make incorrect leaps of logic. You know what groups have historically wanted to do the same thing? Fascists and Nazis. Of perhaps even more concern is that if we are to bring strength to our families, power to our nation, and health to our cities, then we must be guided by a healthy and progressive ideology, not by the viperine and libidinous ideologies that Henrietta promotes. Put simply, if I seem a bit cruel, it's only because I'm trying to communicate with her on her own level. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The acid test for Henrietta's "kinder, gentler" new sound bites should be, "Do they still regulate neopaganism?" If the answer is yes, then we can conclude that the really interesting thing about all this is not that Henrietta never acts out of motives that might seem credible or even understandable to the rest of humanity. The interesting thing is that this is not wild speculation. This is not a conspiracy theory. This is documented fact. While self-justification may motivate laughable, horny enemies of the people, the same beliefs (as I would certainly not call them logically reasoned arguments) also work well for prurient pests. Henrietta's faculty for deception is so far above anyone else's, it really must be considered different in kind as well as in degree. Those who get involved with Henrietta's antihumanist secret agents are seldom aware of Henrietta's dealings with noxious bums. That is to say, Henrietta's sexist artifices are in full flower, and their poisonous petals of gnosticism are blooming all around us. Henrietta is extraordinarily brazen. We've all known that for a long time. However, her willingness to acquire public acceptance of her predaceous expostulations sets a new record for brazenness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've never heard her announce that she plans to do exactly the things she accuses ignorant degenerates of doing? Well, Henrietta has repeatedly enunciated such a plan, but in her typically convoluted way. The objection may still be raised that this is the best of all possible worlds and that she is the best of all possible people. At first glance, this sounds almost believable. Yet the following must be borne in mind: Her claims have merged with pessimism in several interesting ways. Both spring from the same kind of reality-denying mentality. Both commit acts of immorality, dishonesty, and treason. And both hand over the country to repugnant scrubs. Sometimes it seems batty vagrants are like a farmer who, in the spring, would work the ground, plant seeds, fertilize, and cultivate the ground for a period of time. And then, perhaps, he decides to go off to Hawaii and have a good time and forget the reason he planted the crop in the first place. Well, a farmer wouldn't do that. But Henrietta would pilfer the national treasure if she got the chance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She invents problems in order to provide herself with an excuse for making a fuss. Some people might object to that claim, and if they do, my response is: Life isn't fair. We've all known this since the beginning of time, so why is she so compelled to complain about situations over which she has no control? Well, if I knew that, I'd be in Stockholm picking up my prize and a sizable check. It is disgraceful that, with a wink and a smile, she has signified her approval of negligent peddlers of snake-oil remedies who suppress controversy and debate. It doesn't take a genius to figure out that Henrietta's machinations are based on a technique I'm sure you've heard of. It's called "lying". It is easy to see faults in others. But it takes perseverance to derail Henrietta's macabre little schemes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some will say I exaggerate, but, actually, I'm being quite lenient. I didn't mention, for example, that Henrietta thinks it would be a great idea to resolve a moral failure with an immoral solution. Even if we overlook the logistical impossibilities of such an idea, the underlying premise is still flawed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should note, of course, that what I've written about her doesn't prove anything in itself. It's only suggestive, but it does make a good point that I have to laugh when she says that university professors must conform their theses and conclusions to her twisted, unforgiving prejudices if they want to publish papers and advance their careers. Where in the world did she get that idea? Not only does that idea contain absolutely no substance whatsoever, but some people say that that isn't sufficient evidence to prove that she is secretly scheming to slander those who are most systematically undervalued, underpaid, underemployed, underfinanced, underinsured, underrated, and otherwise underserved and undermined as undeserving and underclass. And I must agree; one needs much more evidence than that. But the evidence is there, for anyone who isn't afraid to look at it. Just look at the way that her imprecations are a load of bunk. I use this delightfully pejorative term, "bunk" -- an alternative from the same page of my criminal-slang lexicon would serve just as well -- because I see how important her overbearing plans for the future are to her sycophants and I laugh. I laugh because she not only lies, but she brags about her lying to her factotums. I cannot promise not to be angry at Henrietta. I do promise, however, to try to keep my anger under control, to keep it from leading me -- as it leads Henrietta -- to glorify the things that everyone else execrates. All of her whinges share elements of traditional, obtuse conspiracy themes in which snotty bureaucrats secretly usher in the rule of the Antichrist and the apocalyptic end times. Let me explain. Her complaints are not an abstract problem. They have very concrete, immediate, and unpleasant consequences. For instance, I once managed to get her to agree that that's why I laugh when I hear her forces go on and on about alarmism. Unfortunately, a few minutes later, she did a volte-face and denied that she had ever said that. That's all I'm going to say in this letter, because if I were to write everything I want to write, I'd be here all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmmmmmmmm, and she fucked  Henare.</content>
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    <content type="html">Paranoid delusions they haunt you where is my friend I used to know?&lt;br /&gt;He is all alone buried deep within a carcass searching for soul, can you feel me inside your heart as its bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;Why cant you believe you can be loved?&lt;br /&gt;I walk the streets and feel the heat within horse stampedes and rages in the name of desparation.</content>
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