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    <description><![CDATA[an exquisit combination of nothingness]]></description>
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	      <title><![CDATA[no one's safe.]]></title>
	      <link>http://tststrngrl.buzznet.com/user/journal/611521/</link>
	      <description><![CDATA[people these days are recording their lives and living the reruns. pretty sad, actually. life doesn't come with a 'pause' button.]]></description>
		  		  	<category>i should be doing smth else</category>
		  		  <category>Buzznet</category>
	      <dc:creator>tststrngrl</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2007-07-14T10:03:00Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[Think patterns]]></title>
	      <link>http://tststrngrl.buzznet.com/user/journal/288951/</link>
	      <description><![CDATA[every now and then,  i lose it. i fall apart. i take myself  apart. tare myself into tiny little pieces. deconstruct myself, so i don't forget what  i am (made of). so i don't forget i am nothing. made of (hot) air, smokes and mirrors. littles pieces of nothingness, that don't even go with each other. hence the duality. hence the indecision. hence the falling apart. and the taking apart. and the rebuilding. again and again. until it <BR/>all makes sense. until i make sense again.<BR/><BR/>trading fever for pneumonia. will work for now.<BR/>]]></description>
		  		  <category>Buzznet</category>
	      <dc:creator>tststrngrl</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2007-05-27T09:10:00Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[I might have lost my mind but I have found my soul.]]></title>
	      <link>http://tststrngrl.buzznet.com/user/journal/239171/</link>
	      <description><![CDATA[I just want a place for my head. And mind.<BR/>A place where it all makes sense. <BR/>A place where I am not alone in my mind. Where you are. <BR/>But that's like sentencing myself to death. By crucifixion.<BR/>I am you, whether I like it or not. Ignore it, but it won't go away. <BR/>I sometimes wish  I made sense. Or that at least other people would not make sense, in the same way as me.<BR/><BR/>I should probably label this 'utopia'.<BR/>]]></description>
		  		  <category>Buzznet</category>
	      <dc:creator>tststrngrl</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2007-05-18T12:59:00Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[Getting a grip]]></title>
	      <link>http://tststrngrl.buzznet.com/user/journal/158477/</link>
	      <description><![CDATA[<I>Being nice to the people you&#39;re indifferent to doesn&#39;t make you nice, but effective.</I><BR/>I&#39;m so sick of myself.<BR/><I>Not telling lies out of fear of getting caught doesn&#39;t make you honest, but coward.<BR/></I><I>Not telling lies out of fear of complications doesn&#39;t make you honest, but lazy.</I><I><BR/></I>I&#39;m so sick of them.<BR/><BR/><STRIKE>Other than that, my new skirt looks old. Or is that vintage.</STRIKE><BR/>I.need.a.break<BR/><STRIKE><BR/></STRIKE>Take care. Smile :)<STRIKE><BR/></STRIKE><BR/><BR/>]]></description>
		  		  <category>Buzznet</category>
	      <dc:creator>tststrngrl</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2007-04-18T09:42:00Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[lofty ideals]]></title>
	      <link>http://tststrngrl.buzznet.com/user/journal/131546/</link>
	      <description><![CDATA[actually, i prefer the term 'research', but 'consciously brainwashing myself' works just as well]]></description>
		  		  <category>Buzznet</category>
	      <dc:creator>tststrngrl</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2007-03-09T08:58:00Z</dc:date>
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