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  <title>i am the lizard queen!!!</title>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 21 Apr 2007 05:56:46 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>creative, completion, exhibition.</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;ok, so i&apos;ve officially finished the first two of my trio set pieces for a city gallery exhibition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/jacintapaige/pic/00001e9f/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/jacintapaige/pic/00001e9f/s320x240&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; height=&quot;123&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/jacintapaige/pic/00002r1p/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/jacintapaige/pic/00002r1p/s320x240&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; height=&quot;126&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feedback is welcomed with open arms.</description>
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  <category>painting</category>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 11 Apr 2007 07:02:42 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>second in line to break-down.</title>
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  <description>&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;the race ends where it begins, and begins where it ends. seasons will change, the years will progress, and time will continue, despite thousands of men and woman desperate for just one moment of stillness, a moment in which they can gain just a few more yards. humans will age, flowers will wither, crops will die, and rivers will run dry, and our memories will be replaced with new moments. hold to your place in the marathon of life, for time wont stand still whilst you attempt to run in the lane you forfeited to another being long ago.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Browallia New&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</description>
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  <category>life progression</category>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 11 Apr 2007 06:58:29 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>surrendance.</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;weeks are gone in the blink of an eye, and the years aren&apos;t far behind them. we flounder in moments that passed us by long ago, and we hold on to the past, too afraid to leap forward and cling to the future. this life we find is unpredictable, until we realise that each of our decisions have the same or similar repercussions. we deny that there is a process to living, and a cycle that we can&apos;t escape. we go through the same emotions over three million times whilst being on this earth. we smile, cry, laugh and try. we break down and build ourselves up again, we&apos;re influenced and loved, hated and ignored. and at the end of the week, we look back, with arms high in the air, hands full of &apos;i surrenders&apos;, and we wonder where we went wrong, and why it feels far too much like something we&apos;ve experienced before.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 11 Apr 2007 02:47:06 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>flied lice.</title>
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  <description>the last thing i want when trying to enjoy my lunch,&amp;nbsp;is to be randomly&amp;nbsp;experiencing the tastes and textures that make their way into my mouth through the vomit-worthy existance of peas in my meal. not just your average peas, - but your over cooked, fried and mushy&amp;nbsp;peas.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who on earth came to the rotton conclusion that peas in such a dish would be delish? &lt;br /&gt;i don&apos;t have the time, nor the energy, to dig around my meal to avoid bumping into the little suckers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as you&apos;re reading this, you&apos;re probably thinking that i don&apos;t like, nor enjoy the taste of peas. but infact, you&apos;re totally wrong, i love peas. &lt;br /&gt;JUST NOT IN MY FLIED LICE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a big&amp;nbsp;shout out to all my homies who exclude peas from their flied lice recipes.. true heroes for life!!!)</description>
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  <category>hate fried rice</category>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 10 Apr 2007 11:57:20 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>wonder for the wonderous.</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;sometimes i really wonder, i wonder if we make the moments in our lives, or if the moments in our lives make us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you could go back and change just one thing about your life, what would you change? and if you did change it, would&amp;nbsp;it&amp;nbsp;really&amp;nbsp;make your life better? or would that change ultimately break your heart, or break the heart of another? would you choose an entirely different path? or would you change just one thing, one moment… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one moment that you always wanted back.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 10 Apr 2007 06:07:10 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>lets rock and/or roll.</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;here i am, and here you are, sitting around on livejournal.com, wasting our valuable time, efforts and brain waves on inserting and releasing&amp;nbsp;irrelevant and completely unimportant information to one another. blogging is a viscious cycle that takes over the lives of the best of us, and leaves us feeling that little bit more productive, when in fact we&apos;re just big fat slobs in the bodies of semi-creative clone like beings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically, what i&apos;m trying to say is: welcome to the perve window, otherwise known as my&amp;nbsp;livejournal.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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