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  <title>Scorch Me Gently</title>
  <subtitle>Down in the belly of a beast</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>Joseph Escape.</name>
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  <updated>2007-01-20T21:28:48Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:grunge_whoracle:105604</id>
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    <title>This is for you.</title>
    <published>2007-01-20T21:28:48Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-20T21:28:48Z</updated>
    <lj:music>This Mortal Coil  - Song To The Siren.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">This is for you. I hope you retain all the rich beauty that reigns supreme in your life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  And the hopes that I can be there, somewhere, anywhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the floating, shapeless oceans&lt;br /&gt;I did all my best to smile&lt;br /&gt;til your singing eyes and fingers&lt;br /&gt;drew me loving into your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you sang "Sail to me, sail to me;&lt;br /&gt;Let me enfold you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, here I am waiting to hold you.&lt;br /&gt;Did I dream you dreamed about me?&lt;br /&gt;Were you here when I was full sail?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my foolish boat is leaning, broken love lost on your rocks.&lt;br /&gt;For you sang, "Touch me not, touch me not, come back tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;Oh my heart, oh my heart shies from the sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I'm as puzzled as a newborn child.&lt;br /&gt;I'm as riddled as the tide.&lt;br /&gt;Should I stand amid the breakers?&lt;br /&gt;Or shall I lie with death my bride?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear me sing: "Swim to me, swim to me, let me enfold you."&lt;br /&gt;"Here I am. Here I am, waiting to hold you."</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:grunge_whoracle:105300</id>
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    <title>A dominating consequence.</title>
    <published>2007-01-01T19:51:04Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-01T19:51:04Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Between The Buried And Me - Reaction.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I feel like I'm lost in a maze of people, and there is only one way out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I dream my way out of things, dreamt that I met you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Then I realized I was really awake and you were really in my arms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Gripping the pillow tight, salted with my tears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  So don't worry now, precious.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:grunge_whoracle:105161</id>
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    <title>Amazing.</title>
    <published>2006-11-12T07:19:46Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-12T07:19:46Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Chopin - Allegro Maestoso.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">"I feel like I've been shot by a gun full of clouds"</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:grunge_whoracle:104863</id>
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    <title>dont worry.</title>
    <published>2006-10-31T03:47:11Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-31T03:47:11Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Tom Waits - A Little Rain.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I never meant to hurt anyone, or anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  You were born 10 years before, but your eyes gaze into me now, not with annoyance, but with lust. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Daniel James.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:grunge_whoracle:104679</id>
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    <title>Yes.</title>
    <published>2006-10-08T04:38:34Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-08T04:38:34Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Sigur Ros - E-Bow.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Whatever you do to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  You do it well [Very].</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:grunge_whoracle:104248</id>
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    <title>Dont sweat it, we'll bring it back to you.</title>
    <published>2006-10-03T03:02:52Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-03T03:02:52Z</updated>
    <lj:music>One More Red Nightmare - King Crimson</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Dont believe what is said to you, ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  tetra-gramma-ton. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    a message, f()from a far away place, a wreckage and a far (away) face.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:grunge_whoracle:103986</id>
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    <title>I'm so sorry, so let me go.</title>
    <published>2006-09-25T03:24:56Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-25T03:24:56Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Circa Survive - In Fear And Faith.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">"October 56th, 2199&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    It seems like I have been counting for days, ABOUT days, I feel so light headed, this city is deserted, everything is sand, everybody is wasted, that is if they are still alive, I see a dog trying to eat it's own body, it is so hungry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Are you frozen? I sure feel it, eventhough it's like, a thousand degree's out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I cant even begin to explain this planets madness, but even Gideon was right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Oh, Gideon Rigby, you destroy me everytime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Why did you walk into my life...? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   *I think Joseph didn't know what to say at this point*  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I seem too good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   988785737473453856458238482385384537485385837583745873485sometimes092759345983758934758732958729347374693I3495293847593724Become37532947297423894scared99275973285of3496398457935small3294539875places297359827593</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:grunge_whoracle:103825</id>
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    <title>Your Colour, I wonder...</title>
    <published>2006-09-23T05:23:50Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-23T05:23:50Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Fall Of Troy - The Hol[ ]y Tape.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Section Z, Alpha, video camera, initiate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  ...........checking..................................&amp;gt;.&amp;gt;..&amp;gt;..&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;.&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Error, Mr.Escape was here once, but is now lost in himself, do not attempt to find him, do not attempt to relocate the secret tapes he recorded, or the diary he refuses he kept. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Section Z, Alpha, Video camera, shutdown...................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  ....&lt;br /&gt;  ...&lt;br /&gt;  ..&lt;br /&gt;  .  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  OUTOUTOUTOUTOUTOUTSUICIDEOUTOUTOUTOUTOUTOUTOUT. Coincide.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:grunge_whoracle:103637</id>
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    <title>lmao.</title>
    <published>2006-09-18T05:43:55Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-18T05:43:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I got into college...HUMOUR THAT IS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.collegehumor.com/picture:1706915"&gt;http://www.collegehumor.com/picture:1706915&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  hahahahahaha.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:grunge_whoracle:103319</id>
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    <title>falling in love.</title>
    <published>2006-09-17T06:42:00Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-17T06:42:00Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Elliott Smith - Southern Belle.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I've fallen in love with Elliott Smith again.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:grunge_whoracle:102989</id>
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    <title>For those who are backed up against a wall.</title>
    <published>2006-09-14T08:05:10Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-14T08:05:10Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Pelican - Autumn In Summer.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">My name is Daniel James Pittman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I was born in Chatham, New Brunswick on June 5th, 1984 to William and Donna Pittman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  In January of 1986 my family relocated to Baden-Solligen in East Germany, due to my father being in the Canadien airforce. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  When I was 4 I received a puncture wound to my skull when a toy airplane was thrown in my general direction by a friend of mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  When I was 6 my favourite movie was Top Gun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  When I was 6 my family and I relocated to Greenwood, NS, where I would remain until I was 18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I cried for my first 3 weeks in my new school, this is where problems began with my coping with drastic changes in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  It was in these first few weeks when my brother received a knife wound to his leg in a freak accident and almost bled to death on my kitchen floor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  It was also hard to believe that my dad smoked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  When I was 8 I began to write my first poems in language arts class, most were about my mother and how much I loved her and how much I hated being away from Germany. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Also when I was 8 I had the first of two cats in my life, her name was beauty, and she eventually turned into my best friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  When I was 9 I developed a fear of dogs after one chased me home from school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  when I was 10 my father enrolled me in hockey where I played goaltender for 2 years, and I stopped after I complained of knee problems. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I was 11 when my father brought home our first Nintendo Entertainment System, I was enthralled. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  I was 12 when I started dating my first girlfriend, it wasn't anything special and I dont even remember her name, all I remember is that she was black and her legs made my jeans feel funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I also remember this is the point in time when I discovered rock music, my brother have purchased Metallica's "Kill 'Em All" at the CD store one day with his allowance and my mother cut out all bad lyrics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  When I was 13, I discovered the joys of masturbation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Also, when I was 13, I started to wear my glasses for poor vision in my both my eyes, a condition that has gotten worse and worse, and I am almost blind today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  When I was 14 I enrolled in Tae-Kwon-Do and received up to my green belt but stopped after I realized this is not what I enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  When I was 14 I loved to swim. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  From the time I was 3 to the age of 18 I wanted to be a fighter pilot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  When I was 15 I discovered the joys of anime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  In july of 1999 I watched a Metallica concert on television and instantly felt the need to play the guitar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  When I was 16 my parents purchased me my first guitar, a white fender stratocaster. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  By the age of 17 I knew how to play every metallica song that was written. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  When I was 17 I started dating my first serious girlfriend, her name was Tara, after a month she told me she didn't want to see me anymore, I was completely devastated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  When I was 18 my dad received word that he was posted to Oromocto, New Brunswick and that I would have to go with him to complete one last year of high school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  After a month of depression in Oromocto I began dating a girl named Lesley Mackay, she turned out to be a little less than Stable and we broke up after about a month due to a mis-communication and a quasi murder threat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  After this I met one of my best friends of all time, Shawn Smith and Becca Lush, who I still speak with to this day, and I love them both very much, Shawn and I had many an adventure, from crusing to slayer in the van, to trying to start really bad bands with really bad guitar players. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  In November I began dating Julia Macdonald, she was the prettiest girl in school in my opinion, but we eventually fizzled out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  After this, I spiraled into a deep dark depression, which included drug use, suicide threats, copius amounts of alcohol and depressing songs, red lights in my room, constant arguments with my parents, and worship of Kurt Cobain. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  On feburary 14th 2003, I met the girl I would date for the next 2 years, Diana Ruth Lewis, I had thrown my bloody, PCP induced body against her and thats how we met. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I became very happy and fell in loved with her and we spent as much time as we could together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  In about April or May, I cant remember which, my dad received word that he was posted BACK to greenwood and I would have to leave Diana and all my friends behind, it was heartbreaking, to say the least. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  In June, I lost my virginity, turned 19, my parents also bought me a brand new Black, Gibson Les Paul for my birthday, which I still have and cherish today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  In July I saw a concert which changed my life forever, Alexisonfire at the Elk's club, and I offically started falling into the Emo subculture, I cut my long hair off and began playing aggressive, yet sappy music. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  After moving back home, I finished up high school, Diana and I had problems and broke up and got back together atleast a dozen times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  in April of 2004 I enrolled at St.Mary's University in Halifax, NS, this caused alot of great and horrible things to happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  From September 2004 to April, 2005 I attended school, I made thousands of new friends, many of which I still have today, my best being AJ, I discovered Jagrmeister, The Fall Of Troy and the joys of marijuana, I also slept with 6 or 7 women and became quite promiscuous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The summer of 2005 was spent strung out on anxiety medication which my doctor perscribed to me to calm me down, and I would take 6 or 7 at a time and listen to Jeff Buckley and argue with Diana all night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  In autumn of 2005 I began attending SMU again and the hedonism began again, with the drinking, and the promiscuity, sleeping with another 7 women, getting into horrendous fights with Diana about seemingly nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I started discovering the joys of chugging down Destromethorphan Hydrobromide enriched cough medicine and the disasscioative effects it gave me really made me feel good. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  The winter of 2005/2006 was especially inspiring, I wrote and recorded over 50 songs during christmas break, alot of which are still in my house in greenwood on a cd somewhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  It was about this time that my old cat had died and we got a new kitten which we affectionatly named, "Tie" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  My brother joined the military and moved to Borden, Ontario, I miss him everyday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Spring 2006, and I am in the band Joseph Escape which still exists today, I have my best friend, Andrew Jordan and life is seemingly good, except I am not in love anymore, Diana and I hardly speak just like we do now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Summer of 2006 was spent living with Vance and Isaac, it is hellish at times, but also fun at times, had a horrible one night stand that I regret, I play MASSIVE amounts of guitar everyday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Current - I now live in my own Apartment with AJ and Lindsay, I work everyday, 8-4 to make a living, I am taking the year off from school, I am working at my music with Joseph Escape, we are scheduled to go into the studio soon and cut a long, kick ass, Demo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Any questions? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Daniel.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:grunge_whoracle:102890</id>
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    <title>I watch my temple fall to pieces.</title>
    <published>2006-09-09T08:21:43Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-09T08:21:43Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Between The Buried And Me - More Of Myself To Kill.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">"Once, twice, three times, and you bleed, with your seed, a clean way to preceive yourself, tapping on the skin of the gods,  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;   Mire me" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   "Joseph" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  {[{[{{[{[{{[{[[{{{. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   :...:;;;...:;;;.:;;;.,,,,&amp;gt;..&amp;gt;&amp;lt;,&amp;gt;&amp;lt;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;.,.,.,.,.,.,&amp;lt;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;&amp;gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:grunge_whoracle:102453</id>
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    <title>I dont get it.</title>
    <published>2006-08-31T08:56:51Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-31T08:57:42Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Nile - The Burning Pits Of The Duat.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I could listen to Soundwave from transformers talk, alllllllll day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Seriously, listen to him talk.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:grunge_whoracle:102166</id>
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    <title>Whole hearts.</title>
    <published>2006-08-31T07:38:59Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-31T07:38:59Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Liquid Tension Experiment - Paradigm Shift.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">"Because it cuts so deep to see myself wishing upon melting stars&lt;br /&gt;I cut the cord I finally give in...&lt;br /&gt;Beyond visions of wretched smiles&lt;br /&gt;And the dread that they've befriended&lt;br /&gt;I have seen an end to you and I&lt;br /&gt;(when did "we" begin)&lt;br /&gt;And a warped sense of being that I embrace must exist&lt;br /&gt;And we with whole hearts yet broken words&lt;br /&gt;We dream of wisdom but I yearn only for you&lt;br /&gt;You will destroy me with words that you have never spoken...&lt;br /&gt;I've drawn a picture of us twisted within&lt;br /&gt;Yet below this world I absorb life from portraits&lt;br /&gt;As long as we remain abreast of one another we will never meet each other&lt;br /&gt;As long as we whisper to one another we will never fully hear each other&lt;br /&gt;As long as my eyelids are weighed down by desire and one dying wish&lt;br /&gt;I will never know when you appear" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Saetia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I miss you.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:grunge_whoracle:101909</id>
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    <title>So.</title>
    <published>2006-08-30T20:17:11Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-30T20:17:11Z</updated>
    <lj:music>King Crimson - Free As A Bird (Beatles Cover).</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I had a dream last night that I was with AJ, and we were both snorting mountains, like seriously, 4000 foot high piles of cocaine and walking like zombies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Any ideas?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:grunge_whoracle:101866</id>
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    <title>Fuck. Fuck...Suck?</title>
    <published>2006-08-27T07:26:16Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-27T07:26:16Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Joshua Prepared For Battle - Fuck The Men In Her Life.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">A plea; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  There was once a time in my life where I thought you were completely secure in my perspective, that you could never leave it, like if we were ever separated the fabric of the universe would begin to slice itself apart, instantaneously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  But now, you are really gone, into the arms of another, all the hurt I caused you, I know how immense of a weight it must have put on you, and for that I am eternally sorry, but sorry doesn't fix scars, nothing can fix scars except the warmth of another's arms, and for eventhough they are not my arms, they are arms, nontheless, I hope they keep you snug and sound, but I still want you to feel me now, inside your head, atleast once. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I know he must provide with a sense of security and stability that I could never give, a closeness that I could never provide, and for this, I apologize, but what we did have, it was magical, I remember the light like it was yesterday, and I can still see the light, not the same light, mind you, but the light from my new home and it can never look as magnificant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I can go weeks without thinking about you, but when I do, I get sore on the inside and I have to stop and think about your face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  ...And if I had one dying wish, it would be to hold your chin in my fingers one more time and see you gain that little smile of encouragment that you would get when you were down, hug me, and tell me you loved me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  But now, you are really gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Daniel James.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:grunge_whoracle:101412</id>
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    <title>Dancing on the corpses ashes.</title>
    <published>2006-08-26T04:40:17Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-26T04:40:17Z</updated>
    <lj:music>At The Drive-In - Invalid Litter Dept.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">"September 1867th 199999999999999999&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I have finally begun to understand what it means to smile, and it means walking a mile, with now file and only with lyle, in the sky, just dont wish for wishing wells, dont trust yourself, dont knock your own capabilities as a liar, just look at her and say "I've missed you" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I am so cold." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Joseph Escape.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:grunge_whoracle:101212</id>
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    <title>grunge_whoracle @ 2006-08-09T21:51:00</title>
    <published>2006-08-10T00:56:10Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-10T00:56:10Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Mogwai - Stop Coming To My House.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">"September 902nd 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I cant remember dates anymore, so I think I'll eternally label this day as september, september was last forever in one day, if you think about it's, it's much like the golden phi, 3.1415.&lt;br /&gt;3.1415.&lt;br /&gt;3.1415. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Dont disguise it, dont remember it, it really wasn't that bad in the first place, this fear of numbers that I always used to have, this fear of women that I still have and I always will have, for there meek blue eyes, and something on there lips that makes me shudder with abandonment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; shudder, and hurt and 3.1415. Dont think about it much, just as in things that dont work.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  shallo{}&lt;br /&gt;  shallo{}&lt;br /&gt;  Shallom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Zionallam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  a discrete mathematical function, determined in music or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Almost within itself, like that nightmare I had a few weeks ago, it went something like this; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   .&lt;br /&gt;   .&lt;br /&gt;   . &lt;br /&gt;  . .&lt;br /&gt; . . .&lt;br /&gt;. . . .&lt;br /&gt; . . .&lt;br /&gt;  . .&lt;br /&gt;   .&lt;br /&gt;   .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   It's a uterus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I cant read anymore, my eyes are beginning to billow with tears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Joseph Escape."</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:grunge_whoracle:100913</id>
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    <title>Staring at your glass smile.</title>
    <published>2006-08-05T22:28:18Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-05T22:28:18Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Saosin - Seven Days.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">"September 21st 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I remember my eyes had began to hurt a long time ago and I hadn't been able to figure out why until I finally found a mirror on my daily trek to the ocean floor, and then I saw it, they had become bulbous, large, fat things that spewed pus everytime I blinked, but when I was submerged in the water I couldn't feel the pain anymore, so I began to drown in relief, until I realized that I was drowning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  it was then that the sea began to shink in on myself, I saw blackness, darkness, and a wave of pool like water that rose up and crashed down, closer and closer everytime, bleak imagery it was, but it was what it was. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;   was!. [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ]. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  A silenttttt MAnAnAnAnAnAnA, fortitude, under the sea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  the sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  the sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Someone once said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  reassurance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  [    ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  In the sea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Joseph Escape"</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:grunge_whoracle:100791</id>
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    <title>I never.</title>
    <published>2006-08-03T21:07:35Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-03T21:07:35Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Saetia - One Dying Wish.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I never realized you could hurt my neck so much, that street signs became an impossibility. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Became red like the sun on a beautiful evening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  like you pull it back, to when you were an intelligent creature, an intelligent feature. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Make that mistake again, I dare you, I dare to sooth, and I am without cooth or any other distinguishing features. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Daniel James.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:grunge_whoracle:100573</id>
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    <title>A once upon of time, type, story.</title>
    <published>2006-07-31T08:19:15Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-31T08:19:15Z</updated>
    <lj:music>At The Drive-In - Enfilade.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">"August 45th, 2009. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The glass on the ground, is so hot to the touch, that I may not be able to continue walking, but ever since, I sniffed all that SHIT, off OF THE, TABLE, that happened to be made out of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  glass&lt;br /&gt;  glass.&lt;br /&gt;glass&lt;br /&gt;ggglassss.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I have become more and more morbid in my drawings, and I havn't been able to find any remnance of her in my closet, my closest closet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  What the fuck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I dont get why things keep chasing me, I'm fucking invisible for christ sake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;...&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;...&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;...&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;...&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Ouch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Joseph."</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:grunge_whoracle:100160</id>
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    <title>and I.</title>
    <published>2006-07-18T03:25:09Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-18T03:25:09Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Circa Survive - Act Apalled.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I miss you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  And it's taboo.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:grunge_whoracle:100071</id>
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    <title>*sigh*</title>
    <published>2006-07-13T05:31:11Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-13T05:31:11Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Circa Survive - The Great Golden Baby.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Can we last through the winter&lt;br /&gt;The waters starting to freeze&lt;br /&gt;The only one who remembers&lt;br /&gt;Taking the wrong step falling in front of me&lt;br /&gt;This body's already aging&lt;br /&gt;These nights are already long&lt;br /&gt;And if I last throught the winter I swear to you now, I won't call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations, go home now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will we last through the winter&lt;br /&gt;Will we make it to see&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted a partner&lt;br /&gt;And I never loved you&lt;br /&gt;Now you are free to leave&lt;br /&gt;This heart is already frozen&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember the fall&lt;br /&gt;And if I last through the winter, I swear to you now, I won't call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations, go home now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too late, it's too late, they won't let go&lt;br /&gt;I follow five foot steps through that open door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must be buried under&lt;br /&gt;The heart that makes this pace consistent&lt;br /&gt;You'll find it torn that gates been open&lt;br /&gt;And I've been wondering if you've been real with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too late, it's too late, they won't let go&lt;br /&gt;I Follow five foot steps through that open door&lt;br /&gt;It's that start stop and go you've been dying for.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:grunge_whoracle:99771</id>
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    <title>Yeah.</title>
    <published>2006-07-11T01:18:21Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-11T01:18:21Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Flyleaf - I'm So Sick.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'm alive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  But barely.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:grunge_whoracle:99403</id>
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    <title>So.</title>
    <published>2006-07-05T05:52:44Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-05T05:52:44Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Queen - Prophets Song</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Since I'm completely doped up on sleeping pills. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I will listen to "A Night At the Opera" all night long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Just like Homer Simpson told me too.</content>
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