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  <title>Liz Cikte</title>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 24 Jan 2004 11:45:12 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>it&apos;s been too long</title>
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  <description>this has to be quick, i dont trust the security on this public computer so pardon typoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am alive, i have a lot to talk about, but not right now. i dont know why i want to or am talking to you right now, but i want to say something and i prefer this annoymous forum to a real person, i have to hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will, im leavng everythingbehind&lt;br /&gt;everything&lt;br /&gt;goodbye</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 12 Oct 2002 05:20:51 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>The Return...</title>
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  <description>The Dragon came back. Something, someone, had beaten her badly, she was very badly injured, but... she came back. Sunami&apos;s back... I feel a lot better, but I also have this feeling like I shouldn&apos;t.&lt;br /&gt;She makes me happy, to be around her, but I feel guilty. I&apos;ve never felt guilty before. Why... why with her, of all things...? I don&apos;t understand it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also met an old &apos;friend&apos; last night while I was out picking up some supplies. Doctor Lecter, the psychiatrist of Pokemorph Isle... the only I know about, anyway. Ninetales-morph; he&apos;s an odd one, but I like him. I think he tries to creep me out... he&apos;s always entertaining to talk to, at least. I wish I could seek him out more often, elusive Ninetales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I ought to find him more and talk to him... I&apos;d like to learn more about him, though I doubt I will. He&apos;s a very self-guarding creature, I can tell that already; but maybe in exchance for information...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least, for the most part, I&apos;m keeping my mind off &lt;i&gt;him&lt;/i&gt;...</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 30 Sep 2002 02:57:48 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Alone again</title>
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  <description>Always comes down to this. I guess the only people I can trust, after all, are my Pokemon. And Kain&apos;s. I trust the dog, too, but that&apos;s a given... she&apos;s a kid. She doesn&apos;t know any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to kill myself again, but I couldn&apos;t do it. I didn&apos;t even get far enough to prove, again, that I couldn&apos;t die... I just couldn&apos;t cut myself. At all. I don&apos;t know why. Rage talked to me last night, it was a little comforting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ve come to the conclusion that Kain only used me, all those years. Just as an easy lay, that&apos;s all. I&apos;m just a slut in the end, I guess. So... why can&apos;t I forget him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dragon is gone, it seems. Dahmer set up a place in the mountains for us, but we waited for many days... I didn&apos;t want to leave without the Dragon, but she never came back. I&apos;m not sure even existed, it seems too... perfect... but they said they saw her, too... No, it was perfect. She left me, like everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder where Taleyen is, if she&apos;s passed on. I feel I can still trust her, and she hasn&apos;t left me- if she did, it wasn&apos;t by &lt;i&gt;her&lt;/i&gt; choice. Guess I do have one other than ex-Team &apos;mon I can trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m not surprised, but I wish it wouldn&apos;t hurt so much.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 13 Sep 2002 00:14:54 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Gone for good</title>
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  <description>He didn&apos;t see the posters. He didn&apos;t come back... I took most of them down, anyway. It&apos;s been a week... he must have left already, back to the mainland, or something...&lt;br /&gt;I could follow him, but what&apos;s the point? He&apos;d hide from me, if he&apos;s left...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ll have to survive without him. I&apos;ll be fine.&lt;br /&gt;I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More have come to live with us. Even more. Xia, for some reason, decided to bring home this half-dead Dragonair-morph she found. I don&apos;t know why... I was pretty irritated at first. More, and we didn&apos;t even know her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to her some, though. Her name is Sunami. She&apos;s had a very rough life, worse than me... she escaped Rocket, that&apos;s what happened to her. I told her she could stay with us. We&apos;ll protect her and help her.... I feel I can trust her, already.&lt;br /&gt;She&apos;s also got this awesome weapon I looked at... a metallic bow, lots of arrows. She might even be able to damage a Tyranitar with it. Very impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might like this girl... maybe with her around, I&apos;ll survive, after what Kain did. I&apos;ll live... I think...</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 05 Sep 2002 05:37:56 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I&apos;m an idiot</title>
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  <description>I thought about it. Last night, what I did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m so stupid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;destroyed all those pictures... every last one... the photo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it&apos;s gone, i burned that photo. i&apos;m so stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have to be quiet so i don&apos;t wake up the others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid girl. maybe i still have some pictures of kain on here... i can get them printed later, its something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i figured hed try to leave, it seems like a kain thing to do, so i put up posters... i want him back... maybe its not best but i want him back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;posters with lyrics... drawing... entei and chained articuno... im stuck, i cant stop loving him, evn if i hate him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please see the posters kain... please come back...</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 04 Sep 2002 01:56:51 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>That bastard!</title>
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  <description>Bastard... just... that bastard...&lt;br /&gt;I hate him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to the apartment, to clean up... the dog decided to stay with me, but... Diablous was there. Kain hurt him - he hurt his own - Diablous! He hurt DIABLOUS! The dog&apos;s ribs are just shattered... his hind leg is fractured, and his horn is broken straight off...&lt;br /&gt;I knew Kain was sadistic, a bastard, but I can&apos;t believe he&apos;d go this far!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet he would have killed the dog - no, I can&apos;t call her that... Hibashira - if she wasn&apos;t out. He would have. Diablous probably ran and hid, and Kain didn&apos;t want to chase after him... that&apos;s probably the only thing that saved that dog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diablous is mine now. If he wants it. I&apos;ll take care of him.&lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t try to kill my companions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he had the gall to leave me a letter. Trying to apologize, or some shit. Comparing us to his goddammed &lt;i&gt;brother&lt;/i&gt;. His BROTHER! Talking about how he can be a better &apos;mate&apos; - Screw you. I don&apos;t want a mate, I want a lover, a partner. If I wanted a mate, I&apos;d...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can&apos;t say that. No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I destroyed the letter. I destroyed every last picture I ever drew of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I destroyed my only photo of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you are, Kain... Fuck You. I hope you&apos;re suffering as bad as the rest of us... bastard doesn&apos;t even begin to describe it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you find this post.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 02 Sep 2002 07:12:27 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Missing in action</title>
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  <description>I guess Kain was serious. He&apos;s left me. Or I left him. I don&apos;t care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That&apos;s wrong. Stupid. I do care.&lt;br /&gt;I still love the asshole. I always will... I don&apos;t think he cares for me anymore. I&apos;m sure he doesn&apos;t. He hasn&apos;t even bothered to find me yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m living with Xia and her son, Thanos, now. I guess I&apos;ll live out here in the forest with them. Back to the good old days, but... not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xia hasn&apos;t seen her mate, Rage, in a long time. I wonder if he&apos;s looking for her.&lt;br /&gt;No, I won&apos;t do that. I know Rage, I know he cares for Xia. He loves her, even if he did take another mate... he&apos;ll come for Xia, too. He won&apos;t leave her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than can be said for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m sick of these public computers. I don&apos;t know why I&apos;m even bothering to post this here, anyway. I just want to get it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can&apos;t tell Xia what happened... it hurts too much, still...&lt;br /&gt;I updated the bio here. I guess I needed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to rip out this damn heart. It&apos;s not even mine. It doesn&apos;t belong in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if I die, Kain will be happy. No more Liz to bitch at him. I won&apos;t have to bother Xia anymore.&lt;br /&gt;He cared when I killed myself before. He wouldn&apos;t know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wasn&apos;t around to save me that time. He won&apos;t be if I do it again. He won&apos;t even know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first, I need to go back to the house and get my laptop. And tell the dog.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 01 Sep 2002 07:33:33 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>It&apos;s been done</title>
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  <description>Kain and I had a fight tonight... a big fight. We may not even be together anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over eight years, and it comes down to this...&lt;br /&gt;What happened... I thought it could work, despite that he could be such an asshole. I guess I was wrong. He thinks he makes me feel like shit, and I told him why I&apos;m so messed up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me won&apos;t bother to stay around. I left. I&apos;m not living there anymore... I said I wouldn&apos;t come back, but I will, later. To get the computer, to tell that dog she can&apos;t live there anymore. To turn in the key and give the apartment back, and I suppose, clear out some of my stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ll have to take down the drawings, I&apos;m sure... I don&apos;t know what I&apos;ll do with the ones of him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burn them, maybe, in his honor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That&apos;s it. I&apos;m on my own again. Maybe I&apos;ll find Xia and stay with her for a while, but now... it&apos;s just me and Asu. Always been just me and the mon, but now it&apos;s down to one.&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s so sad. If I could cry, I think I would&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m on my own. If Kain still even cares, he can find me. I&apos;m not waiting for him anymore...</description>
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  <lj:music>Enigma, &apos;Why...!&apos;</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">Enigma, &apos;Why...!&apos;</media:title>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 28 Jul 2002 23:17:49 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I mentioned Taleyen before, didn&apos;t I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There&apos;s few people I trust. Almost all of them used to be members of my team or Kain&apos;s team. A large number of them are dead. There is a few outside of that group, however.&lt;br /&gt;Taleyen was... is... one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She... was a dragon. Beautiful black one. I hadn&apos;t heard from her in a long time. She had a habit of going off on killing sprees, and I assumed she was just on another one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, at the park, I was approached by this... thing. It was black, and shedding feathers... like some sort of living shadow. I thought it was a bird, a Murkrow, then it spoke to me.&lt;br /&gt;It knew my name. I thought it was... Kro... but no, no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kro is gone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Taleyen. I saw. She&apos;s been reduced to... a ghost, a black shadow, I can&apos;t even touch her... she can&apos;t touch me. She was killed. By a Rocket dragon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear to the gods... by Articuno, I will kill them. Team Rocket. That dragon. I will find it and kill it. No one does this to my friends...&lt;br /&gt;No one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taleyen... gave me a flask of blood. Dragon&apos;s blood. The last of it she had, she said... I wonder if it&apos;s her own blood... I&apos;m torn. I can&apos;t drink it, but...&lt;br /&gt;I took one of her feathers. She was shedding them, everywhere... I&apos;m surprised ghosts have feathers. I&apos;m even more surprised it&apos;s lasting this long... I can&apos;t put it down. I&apos;m afraid it&apos;ll fade away, like she did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Team Rocket, I&apos;ll get you for this... you&apos;ve taken another away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I had better go. I hear Kain waking up...</description>
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  <lj:music>Susie van der Meer, &apos;Somebody has to pay&apos;</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 11 Jul 2002 03:08:22 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>...Never cease to be amazed</title>
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  <description>There was a little karaoke night going on at the bar the other night. I usually show up to those... they&apos;re amusing. Sometimes there&apos;s some pretty good performances, though... every now and then a live band will show up for a song or two, or some nice, actual singing or a capella. Sometimes I&apos;ll perform, too, but not often do I find a song worth bothering with. The Nightclub hosts occasional karaoke contests... those always have the best competitors. So I went to the latest one... I even entered. I did a song off the soundtrack to an old movie, a song I&apos;m rather fond of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left a note at home for Kain to join me... and, surprisingly, he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that&apos;s not what really shocked me- he performed. That&apos;s right, &lt;i&gt;Kain actually sang&lt;/i&gt;. Hell.. Kain &lt;i&gt;can&lt;/i&gt; sing. And play a guitar, no less. Where and when the hell did he learn that?! I damn near had a heart attack when he did that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song he picked really struck home, though. Maybe that&apos;s what kicked my heart. Something about drowning... ha ha... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t want to think about that. I&apos;m still suffering from the strokes, then. Again... maybe I&apos;ll talk about that later. Maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I&apos;ve just been away a lot longer than I&apos;ve thought... I wound up falling asleep with Kain that night. We were snuggling on the couch and just fell asleep. It was kind of nice. I miss that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things change a lot in eight years.</description>
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  <lj:music>Run Lola Run soundtrack, &apos;Believe&apos;</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 06 Jul 2002 06:13:30 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Survey thing...</title>
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  <description>Well, I see other people doing them all the time- so what the heck, I&apos;ll do one of my own. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. [Spell your name backwards] etkic zil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. [Where do you live?]: Prism-aka-Pokemorph Island, in some little apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. [Describe yourself in 4 words]: Bitch, scarred, hated, cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. [Who is your worst enemy?]: Christopher. He will die... one day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. [If you could have any animal for a pet, what would it be?]: Any &apos;pets&apos; I&apos;ve wanted, I already have or have had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. [What is the latest you&apos;ve ever stayed up:] Over 48 hours with no sleep. Does that count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. [Ever been to Belgium?]: What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. [What&apos;s your favorite coin?]: I don&apos;t know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DESCRIBE YOUR &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. [Wallet]: Old, cracked black leather. Used to have a stylized Articuno printed on it, but it was worn off years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. [Brush]: Black with wire bristles. Full of purple and silver hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. [Toothbrush]: Red handle, white bristles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. [Jewelry worn daily]: A ring on every single finger, and... all of my piercings. Do you really want to know them? ... Ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. [Pillow cover]: Dark blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. [Blanket]: Dark blue sheets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. [Coffee cup]: Don&apos;t have one, really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. [Sunglasses]: Plain black. Nondescript. I rarely wear them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. [Underwear]: Black silk boxers I snitched from Kain. They&apos;re rather comfy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. [Shoes]: Black leather workboots with steel toes and lots of cleats in the soles. I put those there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. [Handbag]: Don&apos;t have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. [Favorite top]: What I wear all the time, of course... the blue t-shirt with the slit open front, over the black fishnet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. [Favorite pants]: Again... usual attire. Those baggy olive-green pants with all the useful pockets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. [Cologne/Perfume]: ... No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. [CD in stereo right now]: None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. [Tattoos]: A small eye on my left hip, an eye creature on the inside of my right calf and a tiny pair of Articuno wings on my shoulderblades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. [Piercings]: One in my lower lip, both ears (though I never wear them there anymore), one in the webbing of my hand, navel (rarely wear that one, too), tongue, eyebrow and some more sensitive areas. Guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. [Wearing]: Usual attire. See above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. [Hair]: Purple. Really. It&apos;s naturally a bright purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. [Makeup]: None. Am I that ugly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT/WHO (is/are)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. [In my mouth]: Teeth and a tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. [In my head]: Brains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. [Wishing]: I will find Mother dear and Christopher someday... Ahh, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. [After this]: Probably taking another walk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. [Talking to]: Asu, in my lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. [Eating:] Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. [Do you like candles]: Sure... not much on fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. [Do you like hot wax]: I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. [Do you like incense]: Some scents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. [Do you like the taste of blood]: Hell yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. [Fetishes]: There&apos;s a lot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. [If you could get away with it and murder anyone, who and for what reason]: Mother dear and Christopher. Mother, for reasons no one else could ever understand. Christopher, for making me the fucked-up little creature I am today. Thank you, really... I might have been almost normal without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. [Person you wish you could be with right now]: Kain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. [What/Who is next to you]: Asu is sleeping in my lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. [What do you want done with your body when you die]: Eaten by wild beasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. [Do you believe in love]: I suppose I have to say yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. [Do you believe in soulmates]: I refuse to answer that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. [Do you believe in love at first sight]: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. [Do you believe in Heaven]: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. [Do you believe in forgiveness]: Only in some circumstances. Rape can never be forgiven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. [Do you believe in God]: Only the Gods of the Pokemon. Articuno and Lugia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. [What&apos;s something that you wish people would understand]: The fact that I just want to pretend they don&apos;t exist. We&apos;re all happier that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. [What&apos;s something you wish you could understand better]: Kain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. [What&apos;s one thing you want to make happen for tomorrow]: Life to go back to &apos;normal&apos;- ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was... amusing, I suppose.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 04 Jul 2002 05:59:48 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Here I am again, little journal...</title>
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  <description>Odd, I didn&apos;t think I&apos;d have use for this thing just yet, again. And I don&apos;t, really, but yet... here I am.&lt;br /&gt;I guess there is something to pouring out one&apos;s heart to an uncaring text-based internet world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeh, nothing really has happened since yesterday. I went out on another walk, a short one today, just to the beach and back. Kain was gone when I got home. He didn&apos;t come back yet, so I went for a longer walk. He&apos;s still not home, maybe he came home and left again. He&apos;ll be back eventually, I&apos;m not going to worry about it. I&apos;ve been rather aloof lately anyway, and I know it. Not sure why, but... it&apos;ll go away, eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, look at that, two people actually bother to comment to this thing. Odd, huh? What the hell... I added them to my friends list. Doubt they&apos;d add me back, but at least I&apos;ve got something there. I&apos;ve decided anyone who comments in my journal will go on my Friends list. So... beware. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of friends...&lt;br /&gt;I wonder whatever happened to mine? Well, the closest things I have to friends, excepting my team-turned-morphs, now. Taleyen and Nadal. I haven&apos;t seen hide nor hair of either of them in months...&lt;br /&gt;Could I actually be worried?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I don&apos;t know. &lt;br /&gt;This sort of scares me. I do wonder what happened to the both of them, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dog has been pretty quiet, too. She goes on walks like the rest of us, I think. Or maybe I&apos;ve just been ignoring her that much. I shouldn&apos;t do that, I need to train her so she won&apos;t be so weak.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Scyther.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I&apos;ll go for another walk. Nothing else to do around this forsaken rock.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 03 Jul 2002 01:11:59 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Well then...</title>
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  <description>Let&apos;s give this journal thing a try, shall we? Seems like an interesting enough concept, and what the hell, I chronicle my stupid little life, anyway. Ha. Doubt anyone will add me to their &apos;friends&apos; list, though, but what do I care? This is just for my own amusement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We&apos;ll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what can I say here? I guess I could talk about myself... but I won&apos;t. Ha, ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ll use this... whenever I damn well feel like it. Maybe every day, maybe this will be only post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There&apos;s some interesting little features on this thing, really. I can set it so only certain people can view this. I could do that, perhaps, but why bother? I doubt anyone would know me, anyway, so what&apos;s it matter?&lt;br /&gt;Well... Kain could find this. I doubt it, though, I don&apos;t think he&apos;s ever touched a computer before. He just ignores me when I use my little laptop here. He can&apos;t use my laptop, anyway, the thing&apos;s loaded with passwords and other nifty little devices. I bet no one thinks the freaky purple-haired chick is a hacker, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one of my many talents. Ha, ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ll leave this here, anyway. If he finds it? Well, let him. I doubt he&apos;d find it, anyway, or care. Damned if I know what goes on in that man&apos;s mind.&lt;br /&gt;Which leads me to another thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been slow lately. Maybe that&apos;s good. No signs of Rocket since the base went up. But on the other hand... it leaves me here to do nothing. Still no more on Mother dear, of course. If I wasn&apos;t so stubborn, I&apos;d give up. Kain&apos;s been even more unpleasant than normally lately. All I ever do with him is sex or fight.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, life is slow. It&apos;s getting boring. I keep going on long walks. I think they annoy Kain, but what the hell can he do about it? He doesn&apos;t own me, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t know. I think I&apos;m falling apart. Like... the rest of him.&lt;br /&gt;You know, my heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, wait, you don&apos;t know. Ha, silly me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ll tell you later, if I feel like it...</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 27 May 2002 02:12:36 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Testing...</title>
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  <description>this piece of crap working? o_-</description>
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