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  <title>Businessmen, they drink my wine. Plowmen dig my earth.</title>
  <subtitle>None of them along the line know what any of it is worth.</subtitle>
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    <name>Shannon</name>
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  <updated>2006-06-12T19:15:21Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:glamrock_kills:23668</id>
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    <title>death by airplane</title>
    <published>2006-06-12T19:15:21Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-12T19:15:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I leave for LA tomorrow. I'm pretty convinced that I'm going to die in a plane crash on my way there. I hate flying, and I can't believe I let my sister convince me to go. My mom won't let me back out of it either. I think she wants me to die. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I make it there alive though, it should be pretty sweet. I might come back with (gasp) a tan. I think the last time I had a tan was about 4 years ago, when I actually went outside for extended amounts of time.  I'm pretty thrilled about not looking like an ICU patient anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll talk to you all later. &lt;i&gt;OR WILL I?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm done.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:glamrock_kills:23332</id>
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    <title>glamrock_kills @ 2006-06-01T20:55:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-02T00:56:54Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-02T00:56:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">everything is kind of shitty.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm an idiot.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:glamrock_kills:23109</id>
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    <title>glamrock_kills @ 2006-04-27T01:22:00</title>
    <published>2006-04-27T05:51:30Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-27T05:51:30Z</updated>
    <lj:music>natalie portman's gangster rap</lj:music>
    <content type="html">operation "stop being fat" shall commence tomorrow. really. Arv+Me=lots of running and healthier eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh. yes. anyway. my life is boring. but just so you all know (cos I know you were wondering) I'm making a totally awesome blanket. here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a356/glamrockkills/myblanket.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup. I'm an old woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, natalie portman is my hero. why? cos she's got a def posse. check it out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a356/glamrockkills/natalieportmandefpossie.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had one. (minus the girl in the baseball hat cos she sucks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe next year jess, tiff and zeina will form one with me in our new apartment. um. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:glamrock_kills:23034</id>
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    <title>shut up. I don't want to LJ cut. deal.</title>
    <published>2006-04-14T06:32:15Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-14T06:33:07Z</updated>
    <lj:music>sufjan stevens- romulus</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Two Names You Go By:&lt;br /&gt;1. Shannon  &lt;br /&gt;2. Joseph(It's what my family calls me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Parts of Your Heritage:&lt;br /&gt;1. Japanese!&lt;br /&gt;2. German&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Things You Are Wearing Right Now:&lt;br /&gt;1. victoria's secret underwear&lt;br /&gt;2. victoria's secret tank top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Things You Want in a Relationship:&lt;br /&gt;1. gabe&lt;br /&gt;2. mcdonald&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of Your Favorite Hobbies:&lt;br /&gt;1. sleeping&lt;br /&gt;2. painting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Things You Want Really Badly: (right now)&lt;br /&gt;1. to lose some weight&lt;br /&gt;2. a breakfast sandwich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two people who will fill this out:&lt;br /&gt;1. hey orla&lt;br /&gt;2. I filled it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things you did last night:&lt;br /&gt;1. hung out with gabey&lt;br /&gt;2. worked on gabe's meat blanket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Favorite Places to eat:&lt;br /&gt;1. my house (yummy japanese fooood)&lt;br /&gt;2. ba sho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two People that live in your house (Dorm):&lt;br /&gt;1. orla&lt;br /&gt;2. gabe sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things you like about yourself:&lt;br /&gt;1. uh I'm rather patient&lt;br /&gt;2. when I want to do something, I do it right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things you ate today:&lt;br /&gt;1. mac and cheese&lt;br /&gt;2. mac and cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two people you Last Talked To:&lt;br /&gt;1. orla&lt;br /&gt;2. gabe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Things You're doing tomorrow:&lt;br /&gt;1. going to psych&lt;br /&gt;2. crunk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two people close to your heart:&lt;br /&gt;1. my love, gabe&lt;br /&gt;2. my mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Longest car rides:&lt;br /&gt;1. ohio to utah (like 23 hours) &lt;br /&gt;2. texas to las vegas (seemed like forever)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Favorite Holidays:&lt;br /&gt;1. christmas. (presents)&lt;br /&gt;2. valentine's day? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obviously, my life is incredibly exciting.</content>
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    <title>glamrock_kills @ 2006-03-15T15:02:00</title>
    <published>2006-03-15T20:02:52Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-15T20:02:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I miss gabe. Brazil has taken him from me, and won't give him back for a week and a half. This makes me very upset.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:glamrock_kills:22517</id>
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    <title>glamrock_kills @ 2006-03-02T02:35:00</title>
    <published>2006-03-02T07:41:46Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-02T07:41:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I am in love with Kurt Vonnegut.&lt;br /&gt;If possible, even more now than before.&lt;br /&gt;I'm beyond thrilled that I got to see him tonight.&lt;br /&gt;It basically made my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many thanks to Ben for getting us reserved seating. It kicked major ass.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:glamrock_kills:22090</id>
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    <title>word.</title>
    <published>2006-02-28T18:25:15Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-28T18:25:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">check it out, bitches: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a356/glamrockkills/spring2006schedule.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 credit hours as of now. art 208 isn't colored in cos I have it wait-listed. hopefully I'll get in. making my credit hours a round 20. but I doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. all I can see when I look at bio 101 is&amp;nbsp; bio lol, and&amp;nbsp;I just keep thinking "dude, biology is no laughing matter."</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:glamrock_kills:21780</id>
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    <title>glamrock_kills @ 2006-02-20T23:46:00</title>
    <published>2006-02-21T05:07:14Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-21T05:07:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">dear mike, &lt;br /&gt;I'm stealing your letter writing for my entry.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;thankfully,&lt;br /&gt;shannon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear petra (my 3-d teacher),&lt;br /&gt;thanks for making really annoying projects and just giving really unhelpful suggestions.&lt;br /&gt;also, thanks especially for this wood project that causes me pain every time I work on it and well after I've finished chiseling for the day. I really like feeling my bones grinding together in my wrist when I move it.&lt;br /&gt;angrily, &lt;br /&gt;shannon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear kurt vonnegut,&lt;br /&gt;I love you. We share birthdays. You are amazing, and I wish that I could be your friend or go back in time and marry you (just kidding gabe..). I can't wait to see you talk.&lt;br /&gt;lovingly,&lt;br /&gt;shannon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear gabey,&lt;br /&gt;a year ago today I was probably crying over you. I wish I could back in time and tell the past me that you will decided to date me in two days time, and a year later we are still madly in love. That would have cheered me up. It also probably would have freaked me the hell out cos we all know time travel backwards just isn't logical. anyway... you probably won't even read this, but...&lt;br /&gt;I love you with all my heart. forever.&lt;br /&gt;shannon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear arvind, &lt;br /&gt;you make me laugh. thanks for being my friend. and thanks for bringing me ace bandages.&lt;br /&gt;love, &lt;br /&gt;shannon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear tiffy and jess,&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait 'til next year. You are both amazing. &amp;lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;your future roomie,&lt;br /&gt;shannon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear adam, &lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see you. I miss you. You know that.&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;shannon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear jym ganahl,&lt;br /&gt;whenever I see you on TV I feel bad.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry we drank to your ugliness.&lt;br /&gt;regretfully, &lt;br /&gt;shannon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear ronald mcdonald,&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel bad for drinking to your ugliness.&lt;br /&gt;you're ugly. and creepy.&lt;br /&gt;standing firmly by my decision, &lt;br /&gt;shannon</content>
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    <title>glamrock_kills @ 2006-02-07T01:03:00</title>
    <published>2006-02-07T06:11:41Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-07T16:24:50Z</updated>
    <lj:music>february 15th</lj:music>
    <content type="html">this hurts so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ow.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:glamrock_kills:21027</id>
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    <title>These things may or may not occur.</title>
    <published>2006-01-02T09:42:12Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-02T09:42:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">In the past, my new year's resolutions have never lasted past january. However, I've decided to make several for this upcoming year. Here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shannon's New Year Resolutions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Be less of a bitch to people I like. (I think not being a heinous bitch to people I don't like was asking for a bit too much.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Work out/Eat healthier/Be healthier in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Actually Study/Go to class to get good grades. Coasting doesn't count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Study Japanese so I can speak to my grandparents in more than simple sentences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Clean/organize/do homework/be productive instead of sitting on my ass after classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Get another job. (And this time don't quit.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course there are more things that I would like to do, but I guess I should just start here. Although I have a feeling that I am still biting off more than I can chew, perhaps having my resolutions written down will be more inspirational than intangible thoughts shoved somewhere in the back of my mind.</content>
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    <title>glamrock_kills @ 2005-11-12T15:20:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-12T20:35:42Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-12T20:35:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I feel like it is necessary to thank everyone for the wonderful birthday I had. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only did Lauren my bestest friend come up from Cinci, Adam came from BG and I missed them both so so so much. &lt;br /&gt;Sunny called me and it was hilarious, and I can't wait to see her.&lt;br /&gt;Steven Benjamin actually came down to campus! It was glorious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with all my new friends.&lt;br /&gt;And my old friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Gabe for treating me so well, and I'm sorry that I kept him away from his research papers. I'm a bad girlfriend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummmm yes. thank you Jessie, and Frankie for letting me have a party at your housey. sorry if i made a mess making mashed potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....I love everyone. I would name who, but I'm afraid of missing someone. If you came to my party(s) just consider yourself loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel dumb for making this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I normally hate birthdays and just cry a lot. thanks for not letting that happen.</content>
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    <title>glamrock_kills @ 2005-11-09T01:31:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-09T06:31:03Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-09T06:31:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bunnyherolabs.com/adopt/showpet.php?b=bWM9dGlnZXIuc3dmJmNscj0weGZmZTZjZCZjbj1jaGlwJmFuPXNoYW5ub24="&gt;&lt;img src="http://petimage.bunnyherolabs.com/adopt/petimage/bWM9dGlnZXIuc3dmJmNscj0weGZmZTZjZCZjbj1jaGlwJmFuPXNoYW5ub24=.png" width="250" height="300" border="0" alt="my pet!"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like how I'm updating just cos this little dude is SO CUTE. play with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I'm sweet. Shut up.</content>
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    <title>...</title>
    <published>2005-10-13T15:44:02Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-13T15:44:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;So... &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I'm madly in love with Gabriel McDonald.&lt;br&gt;Didja know that? &lt;br&gt;Probably.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a356/glamrockkills/gabeandikissalt.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I'm sorry for posting this.&lt;br&gt;But not that sorry.&lt;br&gt;</content>
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    <title>glamrock_kills @ 2005-09-29T21:54:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-30T02:19:06Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-30T02:37:09Z</updated>
    <lj:music>a song to pass the time</lj:music>
    <content type="html">wary casanova: &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;we are vultures: &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;wary casanova: come up and visit me&lt;br /&gt;wary casanova: come for the week you can sleep in my bed, and pass through my life like a dream in my head&lt;br /&gt;wary casanova: it would be eaaasy&lt;br /&gt;wary casanova: ya, it would be easy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss adam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;college is okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiffy is sweet. (thanks Arv for introducing us)&lt;br /&gt;we get free beer cos we used to do gymnastics&lt;br /&gt;but I don't like beer, so I just give it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drank too much last weekend, and scared the shit out of people.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for helping me though. I like being alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always tired even though I get 8 hours of sleep a night.&lt;br /&gt;It's getting annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting skinnier cos I walk a lot.&lt;br /&gt;hax0r.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like gabe.&lt;br /&gt;I like being able to sleep in his bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my drawing teacher finally likes the stuff I'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;she says realism makes her sick&lt;br /&gt;but I guess i'm okay at contour or something &lt;br /&gt;cos she keeps saying my stuff is "beautiful".&lt;br /&gt;whatev.&lt;br /&gt;chuck close is still my lover.</content>
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    <title>glamrock_kills @ 2005-08-26T18:11:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-26T22:22:54Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-26T22:22:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">List three random facts about yourself that your friends might not know. Then tag 5 people:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I can't sleep unless I'm on my stomach and my right arm is under my right hipbone, and my left arm is curled up kinda under my chest by my face on the left side. It's the only way I can fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I have a tamagotchi and her name is Chuck. She's 4 years old, and she weighs 32 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I wish I owned a leaps and bounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag:&lt;br /&gt;Lauren&lt;br /&gt;Mike&lt;br /&gt;Rachel &lt;br /&gt;Sunny&lt;br /&gt;Arvind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND YOU BETTER DO IT OR I'M-A SMACK A BITCH. love, shannon.</content>
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    <title>pretty girls make graves, is what I always say</title>
    <published>2005-08-14T08:25:26Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-14T08:25:26Z</updated>
    <lj:music>pretty girls make graves.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">does anyone want to go to the pretty girls make graves show on saturday?</content>
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    <title>what can I say... I'm bored.</title>
    <published>2005-08-10T02:36:44Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-10T02:36:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">1. Reply with your name and I'll respond with something random about you.&lt;br /&gt;2. I'll tell you what song/movie reminds me of you.&lt;br /&gt;3. I'll pick a flavor of jello to wrestle with you in. ( so that's weird.)&lt;br /&gt;4. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me.&lt;br /&gt;5. I'll tell you my first memory of you.&lt;br /&gt;6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.&lt;br /&gt;7. I'll ask you something that I've always wondered about you.&lt;br /&gt;8. Post this in your LJ.</content>
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    <title>glamrock_kills @ 2005-07-21T04:35:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-21T08:37:47Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-21T08:37:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">1. Grab the nearest book.&lt;br /&gt;2. Open the book to page 123.&lt;br /&gt;3. Find the fifth sentence.&lt;br /&gt;4. Post the text of the sentence in your journal along with these instructions.&lt;br /&gt;5. Don't search around and look for the coolest book you can find. Do what's actually next to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all this the thing was to exclude everything with the sap of life in it, which always disturbs the regular round of official business, and not to admit any sort of relations with people except official relations, and then only on official grounds.&lt;br /&gt;-The Death of Ivan Ilyich and Other Short Stories by Leo Tolstoy.</content>
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    <title>why i don't deserve to live:</title>
    <published>2005-07-14T08:29:15Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-14T08:29:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;forgetting to put my oil paint pallet away and then my cat walking on it and getting &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;red &lt;/font&gt;paint all over the carpet once... can be blamed on my crazy cat.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;forgetting to put my oil paint pallet away and then my cat walking on it and getting &lt;font color="#996633"&gt;brown &lt;/font&gt;paint all over the carpet again... is my stupid fault.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;forgetting to put my oil paint pallet away and then my cat walking on it and getting &lt;font color="#3333ff"&gt;blue &lt;/font&gt;and &lt;font color="#ffff33"&gt;yellow &lt;/font&gt;paint all over the carpet for the third time in two days.... makes me a fucking idiot who should just kill herself. Or I can just wait for my mom to come home and kill me.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>glamrock_kills @ 2005-06-24T00:13:00</title>
    <published>2005-06-24T04:22:48Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-24T22:03:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The Rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 1: Put your media/mp3 player on random.&lt;br /&gt;Step 2: Pick your favorite lines from the first 17 songs that play.&lt;br /&gt;Step 3: Post and let everyone you know guess what song the lines come from.&lt;br /&gt;Step 4: Bold the ones people have guessed already&lt;br /&gt;*Try not to google this shit, try actually guessing.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.They took your mould and they burned it on the fire in history today.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.Who loves the sun? Who cares that it makes plants grow? Who cares what it does since you broke my heart?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3.We’re just like those condom wrappers: used up, torn up, thrown away.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Got a good reason for taking the easy way out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5.I had a friend whose heart was too heavy to hold&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6.See, I specialize in making all the girls get naked&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7.My baby called me up to say, “Don’t leave the light on, baby. I’ll see you sometime, maybe”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8.I kiss you loud, I kiss you soft&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.He asked us what our favorite work of art was, but never could I tell him it was him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10.Look around you. All you see are sympathetic eyes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;11.Everybody's so good looking in the republic banana na na na na na na&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.At the gate of the embassy our hands met through the bars as your whispers stilled my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;13.I could be another fool or an exception to the rule. you tell me the morning after.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;14.But somewhere here in between the city walls of dying dreams I think her death must be killing me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;15.I’ll forget you when I’m famous baby. I’ll forget you five minutes from now.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.I tried! to focus! I tried! to focus! whoa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;17.She was going with a cinematographer. Everyone knew that he was really a pornographer.&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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    <title>nothing fucking matters anymore.</title>
    <published>2005-06-18T07:05:50Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-18T11:44:52Z</updated>
    <lj:music>who the fuck cares.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">if you don't want to hurt me then why am I hurting so goddamn bad?&lt;br /&gt;how did I manage to fuck up the one good thing in my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god fucking damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry. I'm so fucking sorry.</content>
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    <title>glamrock_kills @ 2005-05-20T02:57:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-20T06:58:20Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-20T06:58:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm going to be in Wisconsin until sunday. I think I'm going to be bored. Please someone... call me or text me or &lt;i&gt;something&lt;/i&gt; so I don't die. Which reminds me.. I'm terrified of planes. I'm so scared.</content>
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    <title>DUDE. YANNI.</title>
    <published>2005-05-10T01:35:39Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-10T01:35:39Z</updated>
    <lj:music>dude.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rumproast.com/hamsteak/images/yanni.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;dude. Yanni. I don't really know why someone would draw this, but I'm glad they did.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:glamrock_kills:16238</id>
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    <title>glamrock_kills @ 2005-04-25T18:08:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-25T22:09:30Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-25T22:09:30Z</updated>
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    <title>glamrock_kills @ 2005-04-17T21:41:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-18T02:03:56Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-18T02:03:56Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Q and Not U: Wet Work</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Everything has been really sweet lately, and I have been consistently happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took pictures this weekend and I'm so-fucking-excited about my next art project. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Flanagan decided to inform me that there's an art show this thursday... oh... about two days ago. I may or may not attempt to paint something by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Governor's show was today and there are some seriously talented people in Ohio. Seriously. My dad came down for it. That was nice of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In two weeks, my sister is &lt;i&gt;finally&lt;/i&gt; getting married. It looks like third time's a charm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that I kinda want back from people (not to be mean):&lt;br /&gt;The Dharma Bums (Alex--if you're done)&lt;br /&gt;The Virgin Suicides (Laur)&lt;br /&gt;Fight Club (Aqil)&lt;br /&gt;The Faint CD-- Blank-Wave Arcade (Stella)&lt;br /&gt;Nine Stories (Gabe-- When you're done. This is really more to remind me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm, and if anyone else has any of my things (which is very possible because I have a terrible memory) please tell me.</content>
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