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  <updated>2007-12-09T03:58:48Z</updated>
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    <title>argh</title>
    <published>2007-12-09T03:58:48Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I think i'm going on strike against fast food for a while.&amp;nbsp; I've been eating it the whole fall semester for the sake of convenience but it's starting to take its toll on my body.&amp;nbsp; I feel the riplets of fat on my belly covering my beautiful abs.&amp;nbsp; : / lol.&amp;nbsp; I ran like a mile earlier, and i'm going to run two miles early tomorrow morning.&amp;nbsp; Then it'll be time to have a writing session with my screenplay.&amp;nbsp; I don't know where i'm going with this screenplay but it's starting to get interesting.&amp;nbsp; And I figure the best way for me to get good at writing stories and screenplays is to just start writing every day. (Actually that was some advice from a book).&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ashesofour:1021</id>
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    <title>from the eyes of a lover  "D on Juan DeMarco"</title>
    <published>2007-12-02T07:09:56Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-06T14:47:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;&lt;font size="2"&gt;By seeing beyond what is visible to the eye. Now there are those, of course, who do not share my perceptions, it is true. When I say that all my woman are dazzling beauties, they object. The nose of this one is too large; the hips of another, they are too wide; perhaps the breasts of a third, they are too small. But I see these women for how they truly are... glorious, radiant, spectacular, and perfect... because I am not limited by my eyesight. Women react to me in the way they do, Don Octavio, because they sense that I search out the beauty that lies within until it overwhelms everything else. And then they cannot avoid their desire, to release that beauty and envelope me in it. So, to answer your question, I see as clear as day that this great edifice in which we find ourselves is your villa. It is your home and as for you, Don Octavio DeFlores, you are a great lover like myself, even though you may have lost your way and your accent. Shall I continue? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say that he has a rather limited and uncreative way of looking at the situation. Look, you want to know if I understand that this is a mental hospital? Yes, I understand that, but then how can I say that you are Don Octavio and I am a guest at your villa? Correct? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are only four questions of value in life, Don Octavio. What is sacred? Of what is the spirit made? What is worth living for, and what is worth dying for? The answer to each is the same: only love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every true lover knows that the moment of greatest satisfaction comes when ecstasy is long over and he beholds before him the flower that has blossomed beneath his touch &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you never met a woman who inspires you to love? Until your every sense is filled with her? You inhale her. You taste her. You see your unborn children in her eyes and know that your heart has at last found a home. Your life begins with her, and without her it must surely end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are those that do not believe that a single soul born in heaven can split into twin spirits and shoot like falling stars to earth where over oceans and continents their magnetic forces will finally unite them back into one. How else do you explain love at first sight. We were convinced that there was no other life beneath the sky but ours. We believed that we would never die.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>A thought</title>
    <published>2007-12-02T07:00:10Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-02T21:57:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">working hard really does pay off.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; But no life without love will pay off.</content>
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