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<title>Taiteilijan&#x27;s Homepage</title>
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<title>Cronic Thoughts</title>
<link>http://www.zorpia.com/Taiteilijan/journal/1589884</link>
<description>&#x3C;div align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x3C;font face=&#x22;times new roman,times,serif&#x22;&#x3E;Thinking about the curse&#x3C;/font&#x3E;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x3C;font face=&#x22;times new roman,times,serif&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;/font&#x3E;I made two years ago.&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;Listening to the thoughts&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;of the two I put it on.&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;Blaming myself for it.&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;But how could I help it&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;That I had unspeakable feelings&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;For him, but it is a sin that&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;I had done, done to one of &#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;whome I dear... &#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;Suffered she did,&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;angry he was&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;weeping she was,&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;cold he became,&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;confused she was,&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;hostile he became to her...&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;I think of this all day,&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;I think of this everyday,&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;I think of this when he and&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;she talk to me.&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;But the truth they shall&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;never learn,&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;or if they do,&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;Cursed be me the double...&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;/div&#x3E;&#x3C;div align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;
&#x3C;/div&#x3E;</description>
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<pubDate>Thu, 14 Sep 2006 23:29 EST</pubDate>
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<title>Looking Back</title>
<link>http://www.zorpia.com/Taiteilijan/journal/1589879</link>
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&#x3C;div align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;Looking back,&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;not much is different from now&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;people are the same&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;work is the same&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;love is the same&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;being alone is the same&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;the pain is the same&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;the memories are the same&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;and a new love will never be the same...&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;for one person, forever my heart will be the same...&#x26;nbsp;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;/div&#x3E;&#x3C;div align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;
&#x3C;/div&#x3E;</description>
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<pubDate>Thu, 14 Sep 2006 23:21 EST</pubDate>
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<title>Hmmm Dark Is The Hour...</title>
<link>http://www.zorpia.com/Taiteilijan/journal/1521488</link>
<description>&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;Dark is the hour,&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;But what do they care when they have power?&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;Dark is the mind,&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;And don&#x26;#39;t forget to look to the behind&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;Because you never know&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;What will show&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;Up and slit your throught&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;And leave a note&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;To hell that you reserved a place,&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;Ah, a wonderful space&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;To live&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;And to give&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;Your soul&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;Oh that stranger your life he stole.&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;But don&#x26;#39;t worry&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;And don&#x26;#39;t be sorry&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;All will be fine&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;When you haved dinned&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;And winned and to the&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;Earth you with death bined...&#x3C;/p&#x3E;</description>
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<pubDate>Thu, 04 May 2006 07:31 EST</pubDate>
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<title>hehehe</title>
<link>http://www.zorpia.com/Taiteilijan/journal/1520888</link>
<description>&#x3C;div align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;&#x26;lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&#x26;gt;&#x26;lt;tr&#x26;gt;&#x26;lt;td bgcolor=&#x26;quot;#DDDDDD&#x26;quot; align=center&#x26;gt;&#x26;lt;font face=&#x26;quot;Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif&#x26;quot; style=&#x26;#39;color:black; font-size: 14pt;&#x26;#39;&#x26;gt;&#x26;lt;b&#x26;gt;Your Mood Ring is Dark Green&#x26;lt;/b&#x26;gt;&#x26;lt;/font&#x26;gt;&#x26;lt;/td&#x26;gt;&#x26;lt;/tr&#x26;gt;&#x26;lt;tr&#x26;gt;&#x26;lt;td bgcolor=&#x26;quot;#EEEEEE&#x26;quot;&#x26;gt;&#x26;lt;center&#x26;gt;&#x26;lt;img src=&#x26;quot;http://images.blogthings.com/moodringgenerator/dark-green.gif&#x26;quot; height=&#x26;quot;100&#x26;quot; width=&#x26;quot;100&#x26;quot;&#x26;gt;&#x26;lt;/center&#x26;gt;&#x26;lt;font color=&#x26;quot;#000000&#x26;quot;&#x26;gt;&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x26;lt;center&#x26;gt;Friendly&#x3C;br /&#x3E;Outgoing&#x3C;br /&#x3E;Cheerful&#x26;lt;/center&#x26;gt;&#x26;lt;/font&#x26;gt;&#x26;lt;/td&#x26;gt;&#x26;lt;/tr&#x26;gt;&#x26;lt;/table&#x26;gt;&#x26;lt;div align=&#x26;quot;center&#x26;quot;&#x26;gt;&#x26;lt;a href=&#x26;quot;http://www.blogthings.com/moodringgenerator/&#x26;quot;&#x26;gt;Mood Ring Generator&#x26;lt;/a&#x26;gt;&#x26;lt;/div&#x26;gt;&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x3C;/div&#x3E;</description>
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<pubDate>Wed, 03 May 2006 08:14 EST</pubDate>
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<title>Here I Am Once Again</title>
<link>http://www.zorpia.com/Taiteilijan/journal/1474134</link>
<description>&#x3C;div align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;Here I am once again.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;
My chin on the window.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;
My eyes staring out into the sky.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;
My mind blank one moment&#x3C;br /&#x3E;
And full of thought the next.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;
I hold secrets from both sides.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;
Afraid to reveal any to either side&#x3C;br /&#x3E;
For the fear of them loosing trust in me.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;
My freind confessed to me.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;
Her ex boyfriend told me what he&#x3C;br /&#x3E;
Thought of her.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;
He told me the same things he&#x3C;br /&#x3E;
Said he told her.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;
But those things will hurt&#x3C;br /&#x3E;
Her more if she found&#x3C;br /&#x3E;
Out that I knew them before hand.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;
None of this is the fault of &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
Either of them.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;
It is, well it is my fault.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;
I should not have made that wish.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;
But at that time it was the only&#x3C;br /&#x3E;
Thing I could think about&#x3C;br /&#x3E;
Because I was so hurt inside.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;
I saw them two that one night.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;
Together like a couple would be.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;
So in love with eachother that&#x3C;br /&#x3E;
It made me sick and want to&#x3C;br /&#x3E;
Throw up in thier lap or somewhere.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;
In my mind I was cursind and like&#x3C;br /&#x3E;
All jelous people would wonder,&#x3C;br /&#x3E;
&#x26;quot;I would love to see how lond&#x3C;br /&#x3E;
The relationship will last.&#x26;quot;&#x3C;br /&#x3E;
And yes I made a wish.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;
A wish that said, &#x26;quot;I wish they&#x3C;br /&#x3E;
Would break up.&#x26;quot;&#x3C;br /&#x3E;
And guess what happened?&#x3C;br /&#x3E;
They broke up at that summer&#x3C;br /&#x3E;
Of that same year they went out.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;
I did not know what to feel.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;
Should I be happy or sad?&#x3C;br /&#x3E;
I felt nothing really.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;
I just felt this emptyness.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;
But I will never confess that&#x3C;br /&#x3E;
Wish to anyone, well atlest not&#x3C;br /&#x3E;
To those two.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;
&#x3C;/div&#x3E;
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<pubDate>Sun, 29 Jan 2006 03:48 EST</pubDate>
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<title>The Way</title>
<link>http://www.zorpia.com/Taiteilijan/journal/1437835</link>
<description>Show me the way&#x3C;br /&#x3E;To your heart as I sway&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;In the wind&#x3C;br /&#x3E;Not because I&#x26;#39;ve sinned&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;Because I want to &#x3C;br /&#x3E;Commit a sin with you.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;This one must be done&#x3C;br /&#x3E;By you and me both, hun.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;You know what it is, it is lust.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;It is what I want to do, and I must&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;To complete the seven sins&#x3C;br /&#x3E;With many grins&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;On my visage they faced&#x3C;br /&#x3E;To my evil taste.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;I have gone against&#x3C;br /&#x3E;A religion and now they will repent&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;The sinners like me&#x3C;br /&#x3E;But soon I will be &#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;Free from the angles&#x26;#39;&#x3C;br /&#x3E;Grasps that I was entangled&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;In because I went against them&#x3C;br /&#x3E;For that I am condemned.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;But free because&#x3C;br /&#x3E;I am dead for my cause.</description>
<category>Personal</category>
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<pubDate>Mon, 28 Nov 2005 09:50 EST</pubDate>
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<title>Hot&#xE2;&#x80;&#xA6; Not&#xE2;&#x80;&#xA6;</title>
<link>http://www.zorpia.com/Taiteilijan/journal/1437833</link>
<description>&#x3C;p&#x3E;Hold it there&#x3C;br /&#x3E;You over there&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;I have got&#x3C;br /&#x3E;Something hot&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;To say&#x3C;br /&#x3E;So attention you must pay.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;If you do not&#x3C;br /&#x3E;I will kill you on the spot.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;No, not with my hands.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;From where I stand.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;I will kill with my&#x3C;br /&#x3E;Looks as you stand by&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;Not because my looks are beutiful,&#x3C;br /&#x3E;But because they are mystical.</description>
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<pubDate>Mon, 28 Nov 2005 09:45 EST</pubDate>
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<title>A Dream Or Death</title>
<link>http://www.zorpia.com/Taiteilijan/journal/1437829</link>
<description>At an edge of a cliff I stand&#x3C;br /&#x3E;Looking forward for a while.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;Then looking to my right for a while.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;Then looking to my left for a while.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;Then looking up for a while.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;Then looking down below for a while.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;To behind I will never look.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;I jumped, I fell, I enjoyed the air&#x3C;br /&#x3E;Pushing past my face, lifting my hair.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;I fell straight down, my legs first,&#x3C;br /&#x3E;My arms streched above me.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;I am going to hit the ocean soon.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;I closed my eyes, already planning&#x3C;br /&#x3E;My vengence I would do to people with my soul.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;It seemed forever for me to reach the ocean,&#x3C;br /&#x3E;But the air motion stopped as if &#x3C;br /&#x3E;Time was forzen.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;I opened my eyes and looked&#x3C;br /&#x3E;If I had hit the ocen, died and&#x3C;br /&#x3E;Already a soul with my body floating&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp; Beside me.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;But no, I found not body,&#x3C;br /&#x3E;I found not water.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;I felt no pain of impact.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;Then I looked down and I thought,&#x3C;br /&#x3E;Wait a minute, this is not&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp; Water I am standing on.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;It was earth, good lush earth.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;The ground was glittering with&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp; Crystal dew, flowers&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp; Spotted the emerald grass,&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp; Butterflys, like faries,&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp; Flew gracefully around.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;I blinked and blinked and shook&#x3C;br /&#x3E;My head, checked my pulse.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;I was still alive.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;I took a step and another and another.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;I am now walking on the emerald&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp; Grass to my facination.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;I looked around and saw nature in a form that would mark a space in&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp; The book of world wonders&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp; In the world of humans&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp; If this one I am in is not.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;I saw trees so big that it&#x3C;br /&#x3E;Made the Redwoods ressemble&#x3C;br /&#x3E;Bushes if they were set side by side.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;Birds sang the songs of joy,&#x3C;br /&#x3E;Spring, summer, and all that&#x3C;br /&#x3E;Is happy.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;Maybe they are singing the songs&#x3C;br /&#x3E;Of grief, but how were I to know?&#x3C;br /&#x3E;I saw a shaddow move in the&#x3C;br /&#x3E;Mystical looking woods.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;It was moving fast.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;Into the woods, I ran to the saddow.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;As I entered the deep woods,&#x3C;br /&#x3E;I smelt the scent of a damp forest,&#x3C;br /&#x3E;Hearing the absence of sound.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;Then suddenly something gray&#x3C;br /&#x3E;Cought my eye.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;It was under a tree that looked&#x3C;br /&#x3E;Like it had turned into stone centuries ago, yet still full of life.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;I forgot about the shaddow and&#x3C;br /&#x3E;I stopped and looked&#x3C;br /&#x3E;At the gray object&#x3C;br /&#x3E;Which turned out to be a&#x3C;br /&#x3E;Stone with ruinic enscriptions.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;I read it, but unfortunately it was in some ancient language,&#x3C;br /&#x3E;But for some deep reason,&#x3C;br /&#x3E;It all made sense to me and &#x3C;br /&#x3E;I could read it as well as &#x3C;br /&#x3E;I knew my name.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;I read the enscriptions&#x3C;br /&#x3E;I read it again,&#x3C;br /&#x3E;I took the text into thought&#x3C;br /&#x3E;Trying to figure out what it said.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;What it said suddenly struck me&#x3C;br /&#x3E;And then I fainted.</description>
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<pubDate>Mon, 28 Nov 2005 09:41 EST</pubDate>
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<title>It Has To Happen</title>
<link>http://www.zorpia.com/Taiteilijan/journal/1437819</link>
<description>I saw you walk past me.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;I want you to stop by me.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp; And go no further.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;I want you to turn to me&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp; And say what I want&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp; You to say.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;I want you to break away&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp; From her and&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp; Come to me.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;I know that is not possible,&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp; But I want it to &#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp; Happen.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;If that is not possible I will&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp; Make it happen,&#x3C;br /&#x3E;Even if I have to fight with you.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;If that is deadly not possible,&#x3C;br /&#x3E;I want you to be with the&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp; Girl I chose for you.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;If you are still with the other girl,&#x3C;br /&#x3E;I will kill her and you next&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp; And myself in the process.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;</description>
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<pubDate>Mon, 28 Nov 2005 09:30 EST</pubDate>
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<title>Follow Me</title>
<link>http://www.zorpia.com/Taiteilijan/journal/1437812</link>
<description>&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;Follow me to the end.&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;No wait, follow me&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;Forever pass the end.&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;Follow my heart.&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;Follow my desires.&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;Follow my jelousy.&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;Give into me.&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;Give into my jelousy&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;To ease it from further damage.&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;Understand my beliefs.&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;Understand my ideas.&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;Understand my words.&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;Know what I know.&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;Know what I want you to know.&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;See what I see.&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;See what I want you to see.&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;Love me when I want you to.&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;Love me forever.&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;If you do not do as I say,&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;I will cut your chest open,&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;Break your rib cage,&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;Pull your heart out and eat it.&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;Oh, that pulsing heart,&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;Now quenches my love for you&#xE2;&#x80;&#xA6;&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;</description>
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<pubDate>Mon, 28 Nov 2005 09:25 EST</pubDate>
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<title>For An Answer</title>
<link>http://www.zorpia.com/Taiteilijan/journal/1437802</link>
<description>&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;From the shadow I watch&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;What am I looking for?&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;What is my purpose here?&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;What am I thinking of?&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;What do I see?&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;What do I want to see?&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;What does the world want to show?&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;What can I do when I am &#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;blind inside?&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;What should anyone do?&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;I do not know the answer.&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;I have been searching for it.&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;Maybe it has more than one answer.&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;Maybe there is no answer to it.&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;I am looking for an answer &#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;for my empty heart.&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;An empty heart has something &#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;inside between its beating walls.&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;It has emptyness&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;Like the sound of silence.&#x3C;/p&#x3E;</description>
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<pubDate>Mon, 28 Nov 2005 09:09 EST</pubDate>
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<title>A Poisen Tree Imitation</title>
<link>http://www.zorpia.com/Taiteilijan/journal/1436696</link>
<description>&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;Into the night i stole,&#x3C;br /&#x3E;I jumped and grabed onto the pole.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x3C;br /&#x3E;Into the window i went&#x3C;br /&#x3E;A message to me was sent&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x3C;br /&#x3E;I had to steel back something&#x3C;br /&#x3E;But to me it was worth nothing&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x3C;br /&#x3E;but to him it was 670 carets&#x3C;br /&#x3E;Oh how i wish to put that in caskets&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x3C;br /&#x3E;the heart of the girl&#x3C;br /&#x3E;something i wish to curl&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x3C;br /&#x3E;till it breaks&#x3C;br /&#x3E;I will put it at high steaks...&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x3C;br /&#x3E;Too bad for him&#x3C;br /&#x3E;Everything seems now so grim....&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x3C;br /&#x3E;by&#x3C;br /&#x3E;Taiteilijan&#x3C;/p&#x3E;</description>
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<pubDate>Sat, 26 Nov 2005 04:16 EST</pubDate>
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<title>Loving You</title>
<link>http://www.zorpia.com/Taiteilijan/journal/1427322</link>
<description>&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;I am falling in love&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;With your cold stare&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;Your stone cold eyes.&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;Even if you do not&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;Love me I will still&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;Persue you so.&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;If I was a demon,&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;I would take your soul&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;And feed it to my&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;Heart that desires yours.&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;If I was an angel and&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;You were a demon,&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;I would betray my own&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;Heaven and come down&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;To hell where I can live&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;As a tortured soul with you.&#x3C;/p&#x3E;</description>
<category>Personal</category>
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<pubDate>Wed, 09 Nov 2005 11:22 EST</pubDate>
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<title>A Riddle</title>
<link>http://www.zorpia.com/Taiteilijan/journal/1413742</link>
<description>&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;Rising into the air&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;The spirits comming&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;Out of the cave&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;After a fire burned&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;On the sacred pyre&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;By a magic tool&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;Between metal&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;And rock striking&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;Out rays of light.&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;The vocies the cave&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;Makes are as low&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;As the breath of&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;A sleeping day,&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;The air passing&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;Through the cave&#x26;#39;s mouth.&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;The aroma from&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;The cave carried with the&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;Spirits can keep&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;You low or can&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;Keep you high&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;In spirit yourself.&#x3C;/p&#x3E;</description>
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<pubDate>Tue, 25 Oct 2005 00:10 EST</pubDate>
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<title>What Is In His Mind?</title>
<link>http://www.zorpia.com/Taiteilijan/journal/1413740</link>
<description>&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;What could that boy&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;Be so serious about?&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;Is he wondering if his &#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;Crush likes him or not?&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;Is he wondering if the &#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;Girl to his left likes him&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;Or wondering if he could&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;Like her or not?&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;Is he wondering if he&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;Could use a homework pass?&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;Or is he just plain tired?&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;Is he thinking about what&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;To write for his freewrite?&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;Or is he worried about&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;What he said to someone?&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;Or is he worried about&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;If the Korean bullies&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;Would beat him up afterschool?&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;What could he be serious&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;About to have a tired&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;Face today?&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;He is nervous, he is shaking&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;In the knees, what could&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p align=&#x22;center&#x22;&#x3E;He be serious about?&#x3C;/p&#x3E;</description>
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<pubDate>Tue, 25 Oct 2005 00:05 EST</pubDate>
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