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  <title>the world is my ashtray</title>
  <subtitle>polluting minds since the 1900's</subtitle>
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  <updated>2009-03-31T02:19:56Z</updated>
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    <title>i forget what you look like sometimes</title>
    <published>2009-03-31T02:19:56Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-31T02:19:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i'm pretty sure i'm done here.&lt;br /&gt;i'm almost positive that i can't stand your presence.&lt;br /&gt;i know that you've over stayed your welcome in my life.&lt;br /&gt;i don't ever, ever want to see that face again.&lt;br /&gt;so leave me the fuck alone</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:chaiphotography:25833</id>
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    <title>chaiphotography @ 2008-10-03T19:47:00</title>
    <published>2008-10-03T23:49:13Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-03T23:49:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i think if you're old enough to vote, fucking vote. this shit literally takes 10 minutes...oh, you don't care? it's only your economy and your country, your employment, wages, taxes, health care, education and your future...i guess that's too much to ask for, right?</content>
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    <title>chaiphotography @ 2008-07-12T14:45:00</title>
    <published>2008-07-12T19:07:00Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-12T19:07:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">This will be the only entry that I will show any of you. While all of you are writing about yourselves, and using the word "I" every other word, people could be contributing to everyone else. My parents always told me that 90% of the world around you, and the people around you will never contribute to the world because they think too much about what they can do for themselves. I've been around the world, and everywhere around there, everyone tells me the same thing. "Your weakness is not with religion, money or others; it's with yourself." Being judgemental or critical of everything and everyone who is not like you and never will be, does not give anyone the right of way or the reason to believe they know everything. You don't know everything, if not, anything. People do things that make them feel better about themselves, no matter how selfish that action may be. They will learn that lesson, when they find themselves alone, with nothing but themselves. 90% of people, will turn their backs on you and would sell you for a little cash if they could. That is their weakness, and karma exists for those who would. And that other 10% of people, who don't care if they are the best, think they are better than people who have been around longer, or have the higher paycheck, are the only ones who will ever be satisfied. Those things don't matter. Who cares if you're at the top of your class, or the best in the business if you aren't satisfied? Perfection does not exist, but that doesn't mean that because of it, you should mess your life up completely. That's all.&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <title>chaiphotography @ 2006-08-04T10:42:00</title>
    <published>2006-08-04T15:54:09Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-04T15:54:43Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Ugly Casanova</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/chaiphotography/pic/00007zx0/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/chaiphotography/pic/00007zx0/s320x240" width="320" height="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friends only.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard a lot of people have been reading this, and it's not that I have anything to hide, it's that I don't want &lt;b&gt;everyone&lt;/b&gt; to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Thanks.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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