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  <title>Jesus Nailed To Wooden T's Cannot Compete With My Disease</title>
  <subtitle>My Soul Is Sick From My Decision</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>Pat Flag</name>
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  <updated>2008-11-19T20:40:30Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:notalivenotdead:78280</id>
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    <title>We We're Always Waiting</title>
    <published>2008-11-19T20:40:30Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-19T20:40:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I saw daylights, last night in a dream about my first wife&lt;br /&gt;Everybody leaves and Id expect as much from you&lt;br /&gt;I saw daylights, last night in a dream about my old life&lt;br /&gt;Everyone leaves so why, why wouldnt you</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:notalivenotdead:78045</id>
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    <title>Holy Fuck</title>
    <published>2008-11-09T05:46:40Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-09T05:46:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Really. I dont even want to go into details but this shit is getting old really fucking quick and I swear to fucking God that if it happens again, I will slit both of their fucking throats. This shit is ending and the minute shes gone is when she has become dead to me. Let this also be a lesson to everyone else that I am no longer dealing with anyones shit. The time for this shit is done.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:notalivenotdead:77749</id>
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    <title>Yup</title>
    <published>2008-11-02T04:01:44Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-02T04:01:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Fuck your "God"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your pretty fucking retarded to believe in something thats left you behind. Think everyone might be a tad bit old for fairy tales.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:notalivenotdead:77432</id>
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    <title>notalivenotdead @ 2008-10-24T18:35:00</title>
    <published>2008-10-24T22:35:30Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-24T22:35:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Somethings, they dont make much sense&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I seem just a little too tense&lt;br /&gt;The muscles in my body dont work like they used to&lt;br /&gt;This heart doesnt pump blood like you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the chorus sung together&lt;br /&gt;If this song could only last forever&lt;br /&gt;Maybe tomorrow Ill feel better&lt;br /&gt;But I dont count on it&lt;br /&gt;I lost faith in it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow well dance&lt;br /&gt;With our worries left at home&lt;br /&gt;I think there might be a chance&lt;br /&gt;That tonight Im not dancing alone&lt;br /&gt;So darling, if you take my hand&lt;br /&gt;Ill lead you onto the dance floor&lt;br /&gt;I know this is all unplanned&lt;br /&gt;Spur of the moment is something youve never done before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets stay here til the sun comes up&lt;br /&gt;We can sit down when you think youve had enough&lt;br /&gt;While you go freshen up Ill get us some drinks&lt;br /&gt;Ill be back quicker than you can blink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, baby, I got nothing to give&lt;br /&gt;Except a story from my past and the blood on my sleeve&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you a million stories of how I lived&lt;br /&gt;Or I can just listen to the way you breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can surely say that tonight was a prize&lt;br /&gt;And that its the first time I felt alive&lt;br /&gt;A ride in the car with the music loud&lt;br /&gt;Gazing at stars and the form of the clouds&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the planes take off&lt;br /&gt;With your eyes closed tight and your lips on mine&lt;br /&gt;I hope you can say&lt;br /&gt;That tonight you feel alive&lt;br /&gt;We need to hurry before our hearts get any older&lt;br /&gt;And that can happen any one of these nights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive been dying out here in the cold&lt;br /&gt;Got a picture of you beside my bed to remind me of home&lt;br /&gt;To remember the night we danced til the sun came up&lt;br /&gt;The remind me of the first time I truely loved</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:notalivenotdead:77133</id>
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    <title>notalivenotdead @ 2008-10-19T22:41:00</title>
    <published>2008-10-20T02:41:09Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-20T02:41:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Let me open my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Let me see what Ive become&lt;br /&gt;The clock turns these tides&lt;br /&gt;I just cant go on&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god, what have I done&lt;br /&gt;Wasted time and have become no one&lt;br /&gt;Where am I going? What does this leave&lt;br /&gt;Its just too damn hard to believe&lt;br /&gt;That this is the life for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time&lt;br /&gt;That Ive opened this door&lt;br /&gt;And I feel your pain&lt;br /&gt;Words just cant express&lt;br /&gt;My mental distress&lt;br /&gt;Ive done it yet again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could say Im sorry&lt;br /&gt;Then bet Id say it one million times&lt;br /&gt;If youd accept my apology&lt;br /&gt;Im sure it would make me a better guy&lt;br /&gt;A better person, after all &lt;br /&gt;Thats what Im looking for&lt;br /&gt;And the price is small&lt;br /&gt;Next to having to walk out that door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the first time&lt;br /&gt;Ive seen what Ive done&lt;br /&gt;Believe me when I say&lt;br /&gt;I can feel your pain&lt;br /&gt;All this time is placed against us&lt;br /&gt;Never have I been so lost&lt;br /&gt;And I know this matter isnt getting any better&lt;br /&gt;Its getting worse than the January weather&lt;br /&gt;Never again shall I make the same mistake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shining light, can you show me the way&lt;br /&gt;Of these old cliches&lt;br /&gt;Let the message convey&lt;br /&gt;Rest firmly in my brain&lt;br /&gt;A better grasp is all I need&lt;br /&gt;As the message is impeding&lt;br /&gt;And she took off fleeing&lt;br /&gt;Im just too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time&lt;br /&gt;That Ive felt this way&lt;br /&gt;And believe me when I say&lt;br /&gt;That I can feel your pain</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:notalivenotdead:76902</id>
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    <title>Words Of  Fucking Inspiration</title>
    <published>2008-10-18T06:27:54Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-18T06:27:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">If I could saw my way through this solid dead grass&lt;br /&gt;Would the paradise I found be worth my time&lt;br /&gt;If I could some how undo&lt;br /&gt;Or make my soul stop the grind&lt;br /&gt;Can you count your loves in order of how they died?&lt;br /&gt;Well I could too&lt;br /&gt;Now I feel like sinking in &lt;br /&gt;To the wall I built with these mitts&lt;br /&gt;How I loved it in my way&lt;br /&gt;Now I pray for its decay&lt;br /&gt;The more I make plans&lt;br /&gt;The more I get depressed&lt;br /&gt;Its as useless as business&lt;br /&gt;A means to our end&lt;br /&gt;When it kills to look your way&lt;br /&gt;The stripped noose, the number two fade&lt;br /&gt;The classic case&lt;br /&gt;I took a piss in every ocean so fuck the world&lt;br /&gt;I made a mess&lt;br /&gt;So when the son of god is coming&lt;br /&gt;Drop the rake and stop running&lt;br /&gt;Get mad you son of a bitch&lt;br /&gt;Every muscle is gripping tight for life&lt;br /&gt;As the worm turns out the slug slips past our eyes&lt;br /&gt;If we turn our backs, how can we stop the knife&lt;br /&gt;If the world turns back around&lt;br /&gt;Will it notice us trying to burn down the last tree on the lot of the last drug mart&lt;br /&gt;Make me honest, give me solace&lt;br /&gt;Get me over the motion&lt;br /&gt;Depsite the next way to go&lt;br /&gt;Money plays us&lt;br /&gt;It recurits everybody&lt;br /&gt;Join them, well beat them ourselves&lt;br /&gt;In the end did it get to you?&lt;br /&gt;In the end did it wear on your heart&lt;br /&gt;When the son of god is coming&lt;br /&gt;Drop the rake and stop running&lt;br /&gt;Stand defiant to the mission in the way that it was given&lt;br /&gt;Get mad you son of a bitch&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why you did it?&lt;br /&gt;In the end, did it get to your heart?&lt;br /&gt;Well I know how it feels when everything falls apart.&lt;br /&gt;In the end did it get to your heart&lt;br /&gt;Well I know how it feels when everything falls apart&lt;br /&gt;If I could saw my way through&lt;br /&gt;In the end, did it get to your heart&lt;br /&gt;This solid dead grass&lt;br /&gt;I know how it feels when everything falls apart&lt;br /&gt;Get mad you son of a bitch&lt;br /&gt;In the end did it get to you?&lt;br /&gt;In the end did it wear on your heart</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:notalivenotdead:76552</id>
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    <title>Well Last Night At The Hospital</title>
    <published>2008-10-15T03:51:16Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-15T03:51:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I sat in my chair listening to these songs. Thought of the world, thought of myself and thought of everything that I could possibly cram in one nights worth of remberance. I seen images of her. I seen images of what I use to be and no one seems to understand why I think the way I do. That when all you do is regret and the things you should have done right now haunt you, its a damn shame. Its a damn shame that these are the things I regret. My life has meant nothing and will always mean nothing until it changes and I cant just make that happen. I cant just accept "God" into my life after seeing the shit I see everyday and what people must go through. If there is a God, he is dead to me. "But everything happens for a reason" Well whats the reason for all the shit I go through? Testing my faith? Kind of hard to test when I dont have any. Like I said, I just cant make it change. I need something to uplift me. I need something to motivate me. So maybe, just maybe, if I laid down in a hospital bed with the white light burning my eyes it will do something. I dont know and to be honest I dont give a fuck anymore because when it feels like your facing the world by yourself all that there is left to do is die. Eh fuck it, were all just meant to die anyways, right? What is our purpose on earth? To destroy it? Maybe when I find the reason behind the myths Ill understand what it means to feel alive.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:notalivenotdead:76415</id>
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    <title>The Fear, The Fear, The Fear</title>
    <published>2008-10-12T14:43:50Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-12T14:43:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The condition is so crushing as if all the world is crashing,&lt;br /&gt;all the world comes crashing, world comes crashing down on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The news is a distorted view through someone else's glasses,&lt;br /&gt;reprinted for the masses and so I killed my TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And are you the type to let yourself get scared? &lt;br /&gt;We all go swimming naked, or at least strip to our underwear,&lt;br /&gt;am I the type to miss you when I'm gone?&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess it won't be that long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving to strange places, &lt;br /&gt;seeing even stranger faces and am I the type to let myself complain?&lt;br /&gt;Everything's so foreign and so I plug my guitar into a broken amplifier&lt;br /&gt;I am happy, I am sane and I am growing every day in every single way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm already gone,&lt;br /&gt;and I'm feeling so free,&lt;br /&gt;I will sing my victory song.&lt;br /&gt;AWOOHOOHOO!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:notalivenotdead:76054</id>
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    <title>Until We're All Dead</title>
    <published>2008-10-10T03:44:44Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-10T03:44:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I really want to just hang myself. Seems like the most reasonable solution</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:notalivenotdead:75955</id>
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    <title>notalivenotdead @ 2008-10-07T00:00:00</title>
    <published>2008-10-07T04:00:47Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-07T04:00:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">If I piss you people off so much, then fine. We can all go our seperate ways. So in my final words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you all</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:notalivenotdead:75636</id>
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    <title>It Just Seems Like Everything Slips Away</title>
    <published>2008-09-17T16:36:36Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-17T16:36:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Fuck it. Fuck you. Fuck everyone. Live in a cave and see everyone for who they are. Fakes.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:notalivenotdead:75290</id>
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    <title>I Just Found A Friend In One Of Your Lies</title>
    <published>2008-09-13T08:03:06Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-13T08:03:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Today, September 13th, will always be the loneliest day of the year.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:notalivenotdead:75132</id>
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    <title>Its Easier Just Not To Care</title>
    <published>2008-09-06T19:25:03Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-06T19:25:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">And go out with a bang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think tonight is the night to do it</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:notalivenotdead:74833</id>
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    <title>Last Night</title>
    <published>2008-08-31T18:20:03Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-31T18:20:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Was the first time I felt alive in a long time</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:notalivenotdead:74656</id>
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    <title>I Coul'da Benn A Contender</title>
    <published>2008-08-29T17:22:55Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-29T17:22:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Im living on heart attacks and broken dreams tonight</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:notalivenotdead:74404</id>
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    <title>Finally</title>
    <published>2008-08-27T18:21:05Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-27T18:21:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I got some fucking sleep</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:notalivenotdead:74140</id>
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    <title>Who You Are Is Not Enough</title>
    <published>2008-08-25T18:08:13Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-25T18:09:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">"I dont try to be right, I just hope Im honest and end up somewhere&lt;br /&gt;That girl that made you promise, she says, try not to care&lt;br /&gt;I dont know if Im good and everyone knows&lt;br /&gt;Ever feel like you were meant to be alone&lt;br /&gt;I saw a play and the character said that he was destined to never feel at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not sleeping and I dont care, Im singing loud but no one hears&lt;br /&gt;Ill wake up tomorrow and still feel lost in these days&lt;br /&gt;Cause what I had is slipping fast&lt;br /&gt;Dr Howe, please call me back"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night, I got fucking wasted. I woke up Sunday night and had no rememberance of the night in question. However, I do remember my dream. It rekindled a shit load of feelings and as I listen to the Polar Bear Club, it only justifys them. A year ago, well, little over a year ago. I just know this these days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who you are.. is not enough</content>
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    <title>I Think</title>
    <published>2008-08-23T17:12:00Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-23T17:12:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Everyone should listen to the Polar Bear Club</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:notalivenotdead:73592</id>
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    <title>Sad Enough To Say That Alone I Could Barley Light A Match But Together We Can Burn This Place Down</title>
    <published>2008-08-19T17:48:49Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-19T17:48:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Im so glad I got out of the whole punk phase of my life. Seven years of abuse to my body was too much.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:notalivenotdead:73356</id>
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    <title>Getting There Is Getting By</title>
    <published>2008-08-17T17:09:04Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-17T17:09:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">"Tie me here, in time, I think Ill do alright, Im tired of getting by"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after I stumbled home around 4AM lying down listening to Punchline and with everything that has been happening as of late, I think Ill just find my place at the end of my rope. It just seems best</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:notalivenotdead:73213</id>
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    <title>Sleep Brings Me Relief</title>
    <published>2008-08-13T17:02:50Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-13T17:02:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I dont even want to be here anymore. I dont want to be anywhere. This world is just a fucking letdown just like all the fucking people in it. Im done with it. I dont want it anymore</content>
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    <title>Progress</title>
    <published>2008-07-17T14:26:20Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-17T14:26:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">We float with parasites all our lives with this advice: we learn until we're dead.&lt;br /&gt;Be losers til your sanguine thoughts subside.&lt;br /&gt;We learn until we're dead.&lt;br /&gt;A falling dream's not just a morbid sign.&lt;br /&gt;It's opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;These days I find beauty as depressing as years beyond my time.&lt;br /&gt;If you could make this old heart young again I'd find another topic to drone on, &lt;br /&gt;a more fashionable vice to lean on. &lt;br /&gt;Some better words to speak on that escaped my younger form.&lt;br /&gt;But there's me with the geriatrics at the slot machines. &lt;br /&gt;There's me. The embodiment of how slow life can be.&lt;br /&gt;There's me. Short of imposing, please be involved.&lt;br /&gt;Can I stop imploding at every obstacle thrown on me?&lt;br /&gt;Imply this is only a prettier glimpse of a life so ugly that's mine.</content>
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    <title>Kursk</title>
    <published>2008-07-14T14:50:42Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-14T14:51:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The voices are silent echoes. This is the hardest part.&lt;br /&gt;The water's up to our ankles with no sign of letting up.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still climbing out.&lt;br /&gt;I always meant to tell you that I never meant you harm in this life.&lt;br /&gt;I'll have to wait until the next to make things right.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tapping s.o.s. codes on the wall, but this is as far as it goes.&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing my regret notes from the heart.&lt;br /&gt;I never loved you, you know.&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm riding a lie and I'm writing a lie.&lt;br /&gt;I took a chance and we're paying for the lie.&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing "I know the fault's all mine", but please stay strong.&lt;br /&gt;If they remember me, will they forget the meaning of why I came so far to drown?&lt;br /&gt;I'm forgetting it myself.&lt;br /&gt;I find I'm staring at these rusty bolts this hatch was attached to.&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are glued. This coffin moves, angled down.&lt;br /&gt;The skeletal walls are brittle. The salt corrodes it off.&lt;br /&gt;Your spent oxygen fogs the metal. You're taking greedy breaths from us but I forgive you all.&lt;br /&gt;Feels like Im already gone</content>
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    <title>notalivenotdead @ 2008-07-12T11:30:00</title>
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    <title>No One Is Safe Til My Horse Wins Again</title>
    <published>2008-07-10T15:30:08Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-10T15:30:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Last night, was maybe,no, it was, the best night of my life. Mark and I got downtown around 6:30. Had a few drinks, talked alot about our lives, our music and so much more. Hung out with Nate from A Loss For Words(good pop punk band) and then we went into the show. Hung out with my idols the entire night. Watched The Swellers. They played an amazing set. So much energy, so much fun. After there set, helped the next band set up. Waited about 15 minutes and the band of my life took the stage. I seen A Wilhelm Scream. With that room nearly filled, I watched the best show of my life. I sung along to every song. Nuno kneed me in the face. They played alot of my favorite songs like Killing It, The King is Dead, The Horse, I Wipe My Ass With Showbiz, Hike, The Rip, Mute Print, Anchor End, Get Mad You Son Of A Bitch, Famous Friends And Fashion Drunks, The Soft Cell, Congratulations, Me Vs Morrissey In The Pretentious Contest(The Ladder Match), The Kids Can Eat A Bag Of Dicks and When I Was Alive: Walden III and We Built This City(On Debts And Booze)along with These Dead Streets with 5-9 and The Horse all songs off Career Suicide.I was drinking with them, hung out with them, had long talks with them. Just a great night overall. No show will ever beat this one</content>
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