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  <title>Gagged Banshee</title>
  <subtitle>julia</subtitle>
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    <name>julia</name>
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  <updated>2004-09-17T17:09:31Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kaiko43:7438</id>
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    <title>JT</title>
    <published>2004-09-17T17:09:31Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-17T17:09:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">listen to the profundity of mr. justin timberlake... he writes his own lyrics you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't be so quick to walk away&lt;br /&gt;Dance with me&lt;br /&gt;I wanna rock your body, please stay&lt;br /&gt;Dance with me&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to admit you, wanna play&lt;br /&gt;Dance with me&lt;br /&gt;Just let me rock you, 'til the break of day&lt;br /&gt;Dance with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got time, but I don't mind&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna rock you girl&lt;br /&gt;I'll have whatever you have&lt;br /&gt;Come on, let's give it a whirl&lt;br /&gt;See I've been watching you&lt;br /&gt;I like the way you move&lt;br /&gt;So go ahead and girl just do&lt;br /&gt;That ass shaking thing you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you grab your girls&lt;br /&gt;And you grab a couple more&lt;br /&gt;And you all come meet me&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the floor&lt;br /&gt;Said the air is thick, it's smelling right&lt;br /&gt;So you pass to the left then you sail to the right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be so quick to walk away&lt;br /&gt;Dance with me&lt;br /&gt;I wanna rock your body, please stay&lt;br /&gt;Dance with me&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to admit you, wanna play&lt;br /&gt;Dance with me&lt;br /&gt;Just let me rock you, 'til the break of day&lt;br /&gt;Dance with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean no harm&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna rock you girl&lt;br /&gt;You can move, but be calm&lt;br /&gt;Let's go, let's give it a whirl&lt;br /&gt;See it appears to me&lt;br /&gt;You like the way I move&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you what I'm gonna do&lt;br /&gt;Pull you close and share my groove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you grab your girls&lt;br /&gt;And you grab a couple more&lt;br /&gt;And you all can meet me&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the floor&lt;br /&gt;Said the air is thick, it's smelling right&lt;br /&gt;So you pass to the left then you sail to the right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be so quick to walk away&lt;br /&gt;Dance with me&lt;br /&gt;I wanna rock your body, please stay&lt;br /&gt;Dance with me&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to admit you wanna play&lt;br /&gt;Dance with me&lt;br /&gt;Just let me rock you&lt;br /&gt;Till the break of day&lt;br /&gt;Dance with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to me boy&lt;br /&gt;No disrespect, I don't mean no harm&lt;br /&gt;Talk to me boy&lt;br /&gt;But I can't wait to have you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;Talk to me boy&lt;br /&gt;Hurry up 'cause you're taking too long&lt;br /&gt;Talk to me boy&lt;br /&gt;Bet I'll have you naked by the end of this song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what did you come for?&lt;br /&gt;I came to dance with you&lt;br /&gt;And you know that you don't want to hit the floor&lt;br /&gt;I need some romance with you&lt;br /&gt;You're searching for love forever more&lt;br /&gt;And I'll take a chance&lt;br /&gt;If love is here on the floor, girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey&lt;br /&gt;Dance with me&lt;br /&gt;Yea&lt;br /&gt;Come on baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be so quick to walk away&lt;br /&gt;(Don't walk away)&lt;br /&gt;(Come on and)&lt;br /&gt;Dance with me&lt;br /&gt;I wanna rock your body&lt;br /&gt;(Let me rock your body)&lt;br /&gt;Please stay&lt;br /&gt;(Come on and)&lt;br /&gt;Dance with me&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to admit you wanna play&lt;br /&gt;(You don't have to admit you wanna play, just) Dance with me&lt;br /&gt;Just let me rock you&lt;br /&gt;(Do do do do)&lt;br /&gt;Till the break of day&lt;br /&gt;(Come on and)&lt;br /&gt;Dance with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to me boy&lt;br /&gt;No disrespect, I don't mean no harm&lt;br /&gt;Talk to me boy&lt;br /&gt;But I can't wait to have you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;Talk to me boy&lt;br /&gt;Hurry up cause you're taking too long (c'mon baby)&lt;br /&gt;Talk to me boy &lt;br /&gt;Bet I'll have you naked by the end of this song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be so quick to walk away&lt;br /&gt;(Just thinking me and you)&lt;br /&gt;Don't be so quick to walk away&lt;br /&gt;(We could do something)&lt;br /&gt;Don't be so quick to walk away&lt;br /&gt;(I like the way you look right now)&lt;br /&gt;Don't be so quick to walk away&lt;br /&gt;(Come over here baby)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you feeling me?&lt;br /&gt;Let's do something&lt;br /&gt;Let's make a bet&lt;br /&gt;Cause I, bet I'll have you naked by the end of this song</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kaiko43:7220</id>
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    <title>HA!</title>
    <published>2004-09-17T17:01:56Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-17T17:04:14Z</updated>
    <lj:music>justin timberlake- work your body (it's sad but true)</lj:music>
    <content type="html">hey nicole... do you remember that time at sherry's, right after i got back from japan, and was trying to show off my japanese skills.  i picked up an incense box, and was translating the title for everyone, and felt all high and mighty until you picked up the box, and pointed to the english translation already in place on the bottom of the box.  HAHAHAHA!!! good old sherry's workplace.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kaiko43:7025</id>
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    <title>genetics</title>
    <published>2004-09-15T04:06:07Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-15T04:06:07Z</updated>
    <lj:music>many many many crickets and peepers and chirpers</lj:music>
    <content type="html">just after we talked about not adopting our parent's habits, nicole ended the conversation with... "ahright, i'll talk ta yuh" &lt;br /&gt;i know that's straight from your mom's mouth.  it's ineveitable.  we're doomed!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kaiko43:6733</id>
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    <title>vandelay industries</title>
    <published>2004-09-14T18:11:19Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-14T18:11:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">so i just found out that a certain couple, who shall remain nameless (smut and ugly aka blacklashes and doublethink aka hypertension and poor ugly), says that i'm just like george costanza now, given my current living situation, and insane mother who likes to yell a little too much.  i don't think she has the ability to talk in a normal speaking tone... the way most humans do.  so anyway, glad you got a chuckle at my expense... everytime you watch seinfeld, and george's mom yelling GEORGE!!!!! just think that most likely, at that moment, my mom is either yelling my name twice as loud, every couple of seconds, cause if it takes more then two seconds for me to respond, she thinks i didn't hear her (meanwhile the whole block most likely heard her)... or she is barging in my room... like she likes to do at all hours of day and night, no knocking no warning, and starts flapping her trap about something that needn't call for such eagerness.  such is the life of the poor student.  THANK GOD!!!! this program is only a year long.  don't think i could survive longer than that.  not sure if i can survive much longer than tomorrow.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kaiko43:6604</id>
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    <title>do you like...</title>
    <published>2004-09-14T18:01:28Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-14T18:01:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">this is in response to nicole's comment "do you like pussin"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zeina, you'll appreciate this.  i may need to do it in person for the full affect, but let's give it a whirl here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, as you know, i was working at the Hideaway on Ocean Beach for the last couple weeks of summer.  i ended up bussing tables a couple nights here and there to fill in the holes.  There was a busgirl there, Valerie, from Ireland, with a pretty thick Irish accent.  So we were clearing off a table together, toward the end of the night... and she asked me something... i could not for the life of me understand what she was saying.  Well, she was saying do you like bussing, but with the Irish accent, I swear she said "do you like pussey".  I was floored.  I could not believe that this girl was asking me that.  I kept asking her to repeat herself, and it just kept sounding the same.  I turned beet red, and started smirking, and laughing.  I just said, "i don't understand what you are saying."  And started to walk away, trying to hold in my laughter.  She was like, "What you are doing now, BUSSING.  What do you think I said.... OH GOD"  &lt;br /&gt;    i couldn't look at her for the rest of the night without laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and zeina, in response to your comment, yeah, i'll post here again if you do.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kaiko43:6179</id>
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    <title>Nicole, this is for you</title>
    <published>2004-09-14T17:50:20Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-14T17:50:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm not a puurrrrrfect PERRRRRRRSSSSSSOOOOOOONNNNNNNN!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;la la la la la la......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...every timed i hear that song, i think of you and laugh.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kaiko43:5980</id>
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    <title>*</title>
    <published>2004-09-08T00:06:11Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-08T00:06:11Z</updated>
    <lj:music>summer magic</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i lust for summer.  she gives me butterflies in my stomach.  today was tumbleweed tuesday on fire island, and i'm now back on the mainland for good... unless i take a little recreo next weekend...</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kaiko43:5646</id>
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    <title>yum</title>
    <published>2004-05-14T02:33:42Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-14T02:33:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">my new favorite obsession is jasmine green tea... slurp.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kaiko43:5464</id>
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    <title>mother #$*@er</title>
    <published>2004-04-12T21:18:09Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-12T21:18:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">let's just say that after mother fucker last Friday, which was also Good Friday... let's just say i am damn terrified to confront St. Peter at the gates, after the night i had.  i'm also considering AA. for real... nuff said.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kaiko43:5248</id>
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    <title>shit</title>
    <published>2004-03-27T03:02:33Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-27T03:02:33Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Dar Williams (i know she's cheesy, but i had a craving)</lj:music>
    <content type="html">uh... felt like i had to post... more to follow soon... as for now, let me pay my respects to homemade cosmos, and smoking out of the window... all of which will cease soon, cause i'm leaving.  i'm petrified. ever felt yourself in the midst of moving in the wrong direction, swept up in the rip tide, and unable to swim to mellow waters?  that's how i feel now.  might as well continue my love affair with mi ciudad up til the last day though. and find my path from there. right?  &lt;br /&gt;i cover up being lost, by pretending i have my route clearly mapped.  as if a tourist pretending to be a native, sneaking peaks at the map in cafe bathrooms, and hiding the compass under her wrist..........&lt;br /&gt;fuck it...&lt;br /&gt;where's my cosmo?!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kaiko43:4931</id>
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    <title>abunai!!</title>
    <published>2004-03-08T09:37:52Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-08T09:37:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">ah, abunai!!  no recuerdo mucho de japonesa.  pero, yo recuerdo palabras faciles y interasantes.  por ejemplo... abunai:  significa peligro  o kimochi ii:  significa a mi me gusta o  muzakashi desu nee: significa es muy dificil verdad? o... no mas... mi mente es... uh flooded.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kaiko43:4789</id>
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    <title>dajobu desu ka?</title>
    <published>2004-03-08T09:29:20Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-08T09:31:43Z</updated>
    <lj:music>rain</lj:music>
    <content type="html">aye, mi ciudad. voy a salirte.  no se que hacer.  no se que pensar.  yo voy a regresar.  es una prometa. pero, ahora voy a la playa.  necesito el sol.  necesito tiempo con la luna, el mar y con mi alma... &lt;br /&gt;cuando aqui en la cuidad, siempre hay un guerra con las luzes de las edificos y la luz de m luna.  por este verano, la luna es el victor.  me entiendes?&lt;br /&gt;(estoy muy barracha.)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kaiko43:4539</id>
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    <title>subway snippet #3</title>
    <published>2004-03-04T18:55:21Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-04T18:55:21Z</updated>
    <lj:music>movie in spanish about tango with raul julia</lj:music>
    <content type="html">last night, heading home from work on the 1 train with ray.  a conspicuos man made his way through the car, and sat a few seats down from me.  he started drawing pictures of people around him and giving them out.  i looked at one he handed out, and it was beautiful.  then, i could feel that he was drawing me.  i started feeling bashful, but i had to look over... the profile drawing of me looked like a witch, like your typical cauldron, eye of newt, frogs spleen, witch.  ray of course thought this hysterical.  i got up, and ran across the platform to catch the 2 express at 42nd street, and that was the last i saw of my little artist friend.</content>
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    <title>subway snippet #2</title>
    <published>2004-03-04T18:08:30Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-04T18:08:30Z</updated>
    <lj:music>traffic</lj:music>
    <content type="html">so i dont know if you ladies know, but the driggs entrance for the bedford L stop... the metrocard swiper doesn't read the cards too well.  anyway, there have been many a morning when i would be rushing to work, and standing on line, waiting as some jackass swipes their card tirelessly, not giving anyone a chance to pass through and catch the train that is arriving on the platform.  of course, my mega-bitch alter-ego surfaces and i start acting aggressive, looking at my clock, and saying things like "oh, come on already!"  so, the train is rushing to the platform, and i start getting real anxious, cause i'm running late to work. there's and old Polish lady swipping her card, and it's not working, so i step up, and say, "you go through with me, come on let's go." she stared at me confused and helpless looking.  i don't think she spoke english.  so i swiped my card, and motioned for her to squeeze through the big cage turnstyle with me.  then her "pokuh" book gets stuck, the doors are opening on the train, but i feel an obligation to this woman now.  so i stand there trying to move the turnstyle and get her bag out.  all reins are free, and we both run to catch the train.  we're on, i start reading my new book... "The best of Edward Abbey"  but the train doesn't move, it goes out of service... and i end up being an hour late for work, after taking a detour through Queens, and traveling for 2 straight hours.&lt;br /&gt;      so the catch is, on my way home from work, guess who i end up standing next to?  the same woman from the morning.  and i left work at such a randomn time, after a glass of wine... and of all the trains to catch, and of all the cars on that train, and of all the spots in that car!  uncanny.  do you think me and her have a spirit connection?  maybe she helped me on a train in a past life.</content>
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    <title>freud rememberance day</title>
    <published>2004-02-29T18:00:57Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-29T18:00:57Z</updated>
    <lj:music>traffic, car horns and polish banter</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i look forward to being an old lady, and being able to say virtually anything and get away with it.  for instance, when someone farts on the train... instead of passively waiting for the smell to dispense, i can say, "who's fartin' up in here, it stinks like shit!"  and embarass the person who subjected me to their vile stench.  oooh the wheels are turning.  but, if i am the old lady, maybe it'll be me doing the farting.  however i have always had a firm grip of my sphincter and bowels. i pride myself on my anal retentiveness.  &lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;i've been having strange dreams.  the kind that when i wake up, i have no idea where i am.  the dream i just had, i was running around a huge house, which was mine, which was in lake tahoe (where i've never been) locking and securing all the windows before the serial killer would come and kill me.  just as i woke up, there was someone ringing the doorbell.  i'm still frightened.&lt;br /&gt;just a little while ago, i dreamt i was standing on the subway platform waiting for the express train.  i heard the local coming down the track and got pissed that it was not the express.  when i turned to look at the arriving train, one of the subway cars was up on the platform, rushing toward me, and plowing down all the people in its path.  i woke to myself leaping to the other side of my bed.  WHAT DOES IT ALL MEAN!!!</content>
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    <title>drought</title>
    <published>2004-02-27T18:15:09Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-27T18:15:09Z</updated>
    <lj:music>ani d., pj harvey</lj:music>
    <content type="html">"you think i don't understand&lt;br /&gt;but i think i might&lt;br /&gt;what it is to harness the emptiness&lt;br /&gt;and just ride it around&lt;br /&gt;and maybe your chest is an empty shell&lt;br /&gt;with ribs of spiraling coral&lt;br /&gt;where a perfect pearl of sadness resides&lt;br /&gt;but if you ever need an ear&lt;br /&gt;i could just come and press it there&lt;br /&gt;listen to the sound of the ocean inside"&lt;br /&gt;-ani difranco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you would think cheerful tunes would be on the menu, but instead you inundate yourself with miserable songs, find a smidgen of solace in others' misery, and wait for your own flood gates to open, but those canals dried out, smiths of old molded the aqueducts closed, and the reservoirs inside have long since vanished as the roman empire.  but the beat goes on, and you listen to the wails as they were your own.  then attempt hydration at the shore, but the ocean's seen it all before, and laughs at your meager existence and dramatic human experience, but her eminence is soothing, and water brings you back to earth... then the cycle begins again.</content>
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    <title>day off</title>
    <published>2004-02-21T04:45:35Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-21T04:45:35Z</updated>
    <lj:music>PBS- charlie rose show</lj:music>
    <content type="html">my personal opinion: when one is attracted to a specfic artist's work, what they are connecting with is the artist's perspective.  when an artist creates, when she/he paints, the image that comes out is an image of the world that has passed through the artist's filters, been processed by her/his mind, and birthed through her/his technique.  of course, a student of art will see technique, talent and innovation, and take in much more than a mere civilian such as myself.  however, i can appreciate a lot of art, but the poignant pieces, the ones that clutch and squeeze my heart... these pieces are zapping my innards and connecting to a common thought/emotion/experience. when art is experienced this way, it comes to life and exists in its own dimension.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;on another note...&lt;br /&gt;i am in love with central park!</content>
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    <title>and guest</title>
    <published>2004-02-18T03:06:49Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-18T03:06:49Z</updated>
    <lj:music>diana ross</lj:music>
    <content type="html">stupid m-f'in mail.  even this month's issue of organic style didn't make up for the atrocity i received.  it was addressed to me and guest... my cousin's wedding invite.  i knew it was coming, it says come join us at Russo's (Ginzos) on the bay.  John Gotti's favorite restaurant.  this event will house more italian brooklynites than (insert sterotypical italian event here).  if you thought the accents on the sopranos were bad, than you have not met my family.... however, this is not what pissed me off, it was the "and guest" part.  way to stack on the pressure. i thought i would have a guest by this time, when i heard about the engagement 2 years ago.  but you know, time just slips through your fingers sometimes.  emily said she would be my guest, and that she'd even rent a tux.  we could say we were "just friends" all night.  ooh, the wheels are turning.</content>
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    <title>subway snippet</title>
    <published>2004-02-17T23:43:14Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-17T23:43:14Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Le tigre</lj:music>
    <content type="html">this is funny, not meant to be funny, but it is none the less... it is from 1984, O'Brien is speaking to Winston Smith...&lt;br /&gt;"I enjoy talking to you.  Your mind appeals to me.  It resembles my own mind except that you happen to be insane."&lt;br /&gt;(teeheehee)&lt;br /&gt;reminds me of the homeless guy i keep seeing.  he's frightening to look at.  one of his eyes is missing, and what's left is a bloody, mangled, crusty, exposed eyelid.  he always makes heavy eyecontact too. i think he likes to shock with his eyes. so i engage in his eyecontact whenever i see him, even though inside i'm real freaked out.  anyhow, he was ranting to a white woman cop when i ran down into the subway today.  i chuckled as i overheard him.  he was quizzing her on Malcomn X quotes, "and do You know who said That?"  she just kept knodding, and staring past him while scanning the platform. so, i sat on a huge bench by myself, nobody near me, plenty of seats all around... and he comes and plops down right next to me. he leans over and reads the cover of my book, starts exclaiming over how old it was, and wants me to explain it to him... i thought about explaining it to him, but as the entire plot started recalling itself in my mind i thought not too. i would've gotten to into it, and started screaming that the cops were thought police. i pictured the cops dragging me off to some hidden prisoner camp to strip my mind of all memory and thought, just to fill it back up with blind patriotism. i told him i didn't want to explain it cause i was too engrossed in its content.  and there we sat til the train came, him doing some jittery jig in his seat, and me reading.</content>
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    <title>mono-colored corn chip insurrection</title>
    <published>2004-02-16T06:16:09Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-16T06:17:36Z</updated>
    <lj:music>the ticker of running hamsters that power my computer</lj:music>
    <content type="html">jennifer made me laugh so hysterically that i almost peed my pants, and she drooled, and i teared profusely.  it involved a little incident with the chips. thas all i'm sayin'&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;i unveiled my journal name... "gagged banshee"&lt;br /&gt;it's part of long list of connections and thoughts that are now gestating inside me and will soon be birthed in writted form.  &lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;(the book 1984 is consuming me.)</content>
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    <title>Beware the ides of February</title>
    <published>2004-02-14T22:04:52Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-14T22:17:22Z</updated>
    <lj:music>hockey game- Rangers vs. Flyers (aka Rangers devastation)</lj:music>
    <content type="html">"Rose is a rose is Eros"(is sero is oser is rose)&lt;br /&gt;                -Gertrude Stein&lt;br /&gt;       (debateable interpretation (with comical&lt;br /&gt;        additionn (comical is debateable)))&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;super interesting... take 7 minutes and 35 seconds to read this... you'll all enjoy it... (debateable).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.historychannel.com/exhibits/valentine/history.html"&gt;http://www.historychannel.com/exhibits/valentine/history.html&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>...p*o*r*s*i*a*i*n...*r*c*a*t*n*t*o...</title>
    <published>2004-02-14T03:36:14Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-14T18:25:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">thank god for PBS.  right now on tv, on every channel, the news is playing, and they are all saying the same thing.  each channel i turn to is talking about the same "latte tax" and airing stupid interest pieces about St. Valentine's day.  even at the same time.  i think they all have the same writers (GE, aka weapons of mass destructions corps., aka oil companies, aka dick cheney, aka bush, aka... big brother)&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, PBS came through for me, documentary about bobby dylan.  i just heard that he was raised in new mexico... he IS my soulmate.  i have butterflies in my stomach right now, en serio!&lt;br /&gt;shit... lou reed is from long island!  so says pbs.  did not know.&lt;br /&gt;... so i'm avoiding revising my essays... obviously, but i organized, cleaned and made plenty of lists, so i know exactly WHAT i have to do.&lt;br /&gt;... actually, the documentary is about new york, music, and musicians being influenced by new york... even better!  oooh, i have goose bumps.</content>
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    <title>yikes</title>
    <published>2004-02-12T17:52:53Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-12T17:52:53Z</updated>
    <lj:music>jane's addiction- nothing's shocking</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i start tutoring today (teeth chattering). i decided to volunteer with this after school program for high school kids in brooklyn.  i'm a bit nervous. &lt;br /&gt;... after that's done, i have to spend the weekend writing application essays, and studying for the stupid gre (teeth chattering).</content>
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    <title>***</title>
    <published>2004-02-11T19:17:51Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-11T19:47:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">"capitalism is the devil's wet dream." -ani difranco</content>
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    <title>"the pouring rain is no place for a bicycle ride" -ani d.</title>
    <published>2004-02-11T19:13:21Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-11T19:13:21Z</updated>
    <lj:music>ani difranco- evolve</lj:music>
    <content type="html">"and they say that the truth will set you free, but then again so will a lie.  it depends if you'te trying to get to the promised land, or if you're just trying to get by." -ani difranco&lt;br /&gt;...it has nothing to do with my post, but i like it...&lt;br /&gt;... so a friend of mine (nicole) got locked out of her bedroom last night.  that makes 4 encounters with posessed locks in the past week.  what's the message i'm supposed to get?&lt;br /&gt;... i talked to my father last night, and of course the conversation led to some memorable quotes.  (all in heavy new yawk accent. the man grew up on the streets in queens)... "i ain't the imbecile type there kiddo." i told him i would put that on his tomb stone, to which he responded, "don't be makin' that anytime soon."&lt;br /&gt;... then, i told him about the near violent Trivial Pursuit game we had at Christmas with the entire extended family, and how i caught my cousin saying to my brother in law "of course that team has to discuss and argue everything, there's a bunch of Wey's on that team." then my brother-in-law responded "welcome to my world." (still makes me laugh)&lt;br /&gt;...so my dad chuckled deep from within his bowels, and proclaimed, "you're all the best, i wouldn't trade none of yous fuckers."  shockingly, that was the only time he let the "f" word come out.  every other time it almost snuck past his lips, he would stop and say, "ah, you know, i don't want to get vulgar (or sometimes he would say crude) wit my youngest daughter."  this is a new development with the old man&lt;br /&gt;... so, mainly because it's a free trip, and i'm desperately needing to sit on the beach and read for a few days, and not have to talk to anyone, i think i'm going to go visit him in march.  i need a break and the sun.</content>
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