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  <title>watch out there be bear traps</title>
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  <updated>2007-12-20T00:07:50Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:behindthebox:5994</id>
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    <title>behindthebox @ 2007-12-19T19:07:00</title>
    <published>2007-12-20T00:07:50Z</published>
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    <content type="html">coloradoooooooo</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:behindthebox:5640</id>
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    <title>life</title>
    <published>2007-07-10T09:13:09Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-10T09:13:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">summer has been nuts but i think now, more than ever is a time for me to get out of this viscious circle i have been in</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:behindthebox:5415</id>
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    <title>july 9th</title>
    <published>2007-07-09T15:33:07Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-09T15:33:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">mercury has aligned with virgo so today my life is supposed to find a future, so lets go out there and get one</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:behindthebox:5350</id>
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    <title>behindthebox @ 2007-02-28T22:46:00</title>
    <published>2007-03-01T03:47:09Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-01T03:47:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Love Compatibility of Taurus with Virgo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taurus and Virgo are both Earth signs, but they couldn't be more different. Your Virgo is ruled by the mental planet of Mercury, which means an obsession with details and perfection. This is a person who edits life with a fine-toothed comb. Your planet, Venus, is the love planet. That doesn't mean you're a hopeless romantic, though - it means you understand the realities of love. When you hook up with a Virgo, it's the perfect blend of head and heart - you make a great team. Not to mention the fact that you'll have a whole lot of fun, together, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah maybe in a dream, she would want to be with me</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:behindthebox:5029</id>
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    <title>behindthebox @ 2007-02-21T13:14:00</title>
    <published>2007-02-21T18:17:53Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-21T18:17:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">skate vids make my mornings. nothing better than some breakfast and some 20 stairs</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:behindthebox:4610</id>
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    <title>drug problems</title>
    <published>2007-02-19T05:15:04Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-19T21:19:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i have them hahaha, repost because life seems to get better when i help. Whenever someone needs help im gonna man up and grow some balls and do what needs to be done. I didnt even realize how selfish i was until someone told me. Fuck doing drugs they just fuck everything all up. Im just scared, when someone leaves it burns like a bullet wound. Just dont make this end.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:behindthebox:4365</id>
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    <title>life</title>
    <published>2007-01-17T21:48:28Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-17T21:48:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">figured maybe i should add something to this, i am in college now. its tough, but its okay. i finally met someone who can play a mean guitar and a drummer to boot, im so tired now, the days seem endlessy dull.but thanks to my friend ganja there is always a solution. i wish someone could love me for once, me for me. im tired of parasitic bitches. where is the love?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:behindthebox:4186</id>
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    <title>behindthebox @ 2006-10-21T05:07:00</title>
    <published>2006-10-21T09:07:50Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-21T09:07:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i have never felt so lost like this before, everything that seemed wholesome in my life seems to be nothing but a bunch of fakery and ill tempered moves on behalf of people that i once thought that held a special place in my heart. Have the decisions i have made been right? i live my life shrouded with ill judgement and loneliness. for once i wish i could fall in the sand light up a blunt and waste away. and have someone beside me who only wishes to waste away right there with me. Because they are with me. What the fuck happened to companionship? a false sense of reality to merely blind you of the truth. that one day who ever it is, they are going to shit on you. and now i sit here, laying awake lonely at night lacking the only thing that helps me sleep at night, the satisfaction of mutual love</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:behindthebox:3841</id>
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    <title>Myspace bores my mind</title>
    <published>2006-10-12T06:56:30Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-12T06:56:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i hopped back on my live because i got tired of kids with keyloggers fucking my shit up, i have been on a thrice fix all night. my life was lacking some good vocals. it always makes me think of women, life is getting better but my mind is always so clouded, too many thoughts for how little i need to worry,. play the same tune of lonely</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:behindthebox:3768</id>
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    <title>effort</title>
    <published>2006-07-24T19:40:50Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-24T19:40:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">a little effort is all i need to update regularly but what is so important to say if no one beyond 10 to twelve of my close yet far friends reads it, okay clerks 2 officially up there with back to the future as one of the best feel good movies of all time. Whenever your sad watching michael j fox travel through time in stainless steel will always put a smile on your face</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:behindthebox:3503</id>
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    <title>thelma</title>
    <published>2006-07-23T23:43:32Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-23T23:43:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">dont you hate your past, because i do. for every girl i have dated there is always a shitstorm of fucktardery that follows. nagging bitches, stolen cd's, lost t shirts and all round gayness. This shit arks me, if you care so much make a move take a chance, show some respect and common courtesy that you have been shown. I hate this life of ungrateful [people and worthless loafers. Have fun wasting away on someones couch because i know i am. Your a waste, trash, an innocent child turned complete shit. what used to be a good person now so far gone to a life of waste. Have fun kids playing your games telling secrets about how your neeg friend smells. because i do that shit all day. Call me shaggy bitch because your a peice of shit. I am lex luthor, and he is superman, and i love lois lane. not you thelma, dont think you know my ways because i smell your shit from here. fuck you, fuck her, fuck him and this shitstorm. You are worthless to me. hold me down bitch</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:behindthebox:3242</id>
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    <title>behindthebox @ 2006-07-23T19:21:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-23T23:21:15Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-23T23:21:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">people suck on weiners, i am always lex luthor. fucking bull shit i want lois lane</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:behindthebox:3069</id>
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    <title>behindthebox @ 2006-03-27T09:35:00</title>
    <published>2006-03-27T14:35:31Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-27T14:36:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">im tired of all these children, yes children, very few girls around here have yet to break through the barrier from adolescense to adulthood, they are all immature self centered children who care about nothing more then there own advancment in this world. And its really funny, because all the girls that are actually mentally compatible with my outrageously implosive personality are few, far, and in between. damn this loneliness. damn this waiting. and shame on all those stupid bitches, because thats what you are, stupid bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;above statement excludes close friends and relatives so dont get offended but for everyone else be fucking offended.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:behindthebox:2614</id>
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    <title>losing sleep</title>
    <published>2006-03-20T04:28:32Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-20T04:28:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i find myself losing sleep these days, i wish i hadnt messed up so many times, i wish for once maybe to not be me. Not the rude self abomonation of what i once was. I wish there was something in my life i could claim for my own and not feel ashamed. just send me an angel, ...</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:behindthebox:2407</id>
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    <title>Thunderstorms</title>
    <published>2006-02-03T17:54:32Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-03T17:54:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I woke up this morning to the sound of explosions to realize it was the massive lightning storm that had been cruising over my head all morning. I love when it rains, everyone has negative associations in the rain, not me, not I. The rain just gives you a reason to go out and have a fun ass time, because all the cops are paying attention to all the accidents instead of the massive hotbox to the left. So fuck the cops and ride till u die.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:behindthebox:2286</id>
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    <title>behindthebox @ 2006-01-29T18:11:00</title>
    <published>2006-01-29T23:15:31Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-29T23:15:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i have not updated in an extremely long time damn near almost a year but since i no longer attend school i find myself wondering, " what is out here for me " nowadays lifes color is not as vivid as once before, and the one question i keep asking myself.. why can't i have someone. Someone who actually matters to me and makes my days worth living. the one thing that lacks in my life. love. aint that a bitch.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:behindthebox:1814</id>
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    <title>behindthebox @ 2005-08-03T12:16:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-03T16:18:55Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-03T16:18:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">last day of summer and i have to work and be captain of the swim team great</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:behindthebox:1582</id>
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    <title>My internet is back</title>
    <published>2005-08-01T14:53:48Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-01T14:53:48Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Obie trice</lj:music>
    <content type="html">you don't know what not having the internet for most of summer has been like. sort of like death i guess. but i made a simple substitution. minus internet plus elaina. great it has been</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:behindthebox:1484</id>
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    <title>behindthebox @ 2005-04-12T21:49:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-13T01:51:46Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-13T01:51:46Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Derek and the dominoes - bell bottom blues</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Part 2 of 2: How to Roll a Blunt&lt;br /&gt;by: Mary Jane Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Revised by Bud S. Moker, Th.C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Materials Needed:&lt;br /&gt;    Cigar, weed, knife or scissors, grinder, lighter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    1. Bust the blunt:&lt;br /&gt;    Do this by licking your blunt very well, but not to the point of sogginess. Then, take a razorblade or very sharp knife and cut a straight line lengthwise from butt to tip. Stick your thumb into the opened blunt and slide the insides (known as "guts") out. Don't try to push them all out at once because you can tear the blunt up that way; the guts should fall apart pretty easily so just split it up into sections with your thumb. If you're doing this in a moving car, dump the guts into a cup or something and then dump ALL OF IT out of the window. If your car is stationary, keep the guts inside (in a lidded cup or balled up in paper) to avoid a pile of incriminating evidence right beside your car for when the cops roll up. Wrap them in paper if you simply must throw them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    2. Tear the blunt:&lt;br /&gt;    At this point you can tear or cut off the rounded end of the blunt, or leave it there. I prefer to remove it because sometimes it causes you to roll the blunt shut. In this tutorial, we'll remove the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    (At this point you may wish to separate the inner layer of paper from the outer layer.  Using only the inner layer will cut down on the amount of nicotine.  In this example, we will keep the two layers together as we roll the blunt.)  --Bud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    3. Lick the blunt:&lt;br /&gt;    Now that you've got a nice rectangular blunt wrap, you might want to lick the edges to seal up any tears. Be careful doing this, since the wrap is thin and moist and will tear for sure. Then, take the wrap and fold it like you would paper for a joint. There's no need to make a "sailboat" with a blunt, at least not for me. A simple fold will be fine.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    4. Add Weed:&lt;br /&gt;    Now you're ready to add your weed. Once again, follow the joint rules: spread the weed evenly down the length of the blunt. If you don't use enough weed to support the size of the wrap you're using then it'll collapse in on itself while you're trying to smoke, or you'll suck weed into your mouth the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    5. Fold the Blunt:&lt;br /&gt;    It gets a little bit different from a joint here. You can't slide a cigar wrap against itself like rolling papers, so you give your blunt it's shape by carefully folding and rolling it up. First, tuck the shorter side of the wrap around the weed, then start rolling it up all the way. Be careful not to pinch the ends shut or roll it too tight, or you'll pass out while sucking so hard to hit the damn thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    6. Seal the Blunt:&lt;br /&gt;    No more than a half-inch of the wrap should be left unwrapped. Lick it lengthwise, and do it well. Then, carefully start pressing the rest of the wrap down to the blunt. I usually start in the middle with this task, but some like to start at the end. Blunt type is really important here, since some blunts are stickier (Chocolate Phillies, Mocho Mint White Owls) and work better at this point. (Optimos are notoriously unsticky.) Continue to pay special attention to the ends; trying to taper the ends can sometimes end up with a too-small hole to pull from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    7. Bake the Blunt:&lt;br /&gt;    Now your blunt is all rolled up, but the end would dissolve if you tried to smoke it in its current condition. Take a good lighter and run it up and down the length of the blunt (hold the blunt by the end you're gonna light) while spinning the blunt around in your hand. This will dry out the moisture and give it a good bake, which makes the blunt firmer. Don't let the fire linger in one spot too long or it'll burn, which will probably lead to a run when the cherry burns down to the singed spot. It's not necessary to bake the blunt all day, just long enough to make it firmer and a little bit darker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    8. Spark the Blunt:&lt;br /&gt;    To light a blunt, hold it in your hand and hold the fire to the end, letting it engulf the very tip of the blunt. Spin it around every now and then. This will evenly distribute the flame and minimize the possibility of runs developing (a "run" is when the cherry burns unevenly, making one side longer than the other). Runs can be remedied by smearing saliva (girls, don't freak out) on the longer side of the cherry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    9. Hit the Blunt:&lt;br /&gt;    Time to sit back and get high. Take a hit for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is for all the people not skilled in the way of the force. study up. its funny that you can find how to roll a blunt on the internet instead of just learning from the masters</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:behindthebox:1117</id>
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    <title>Quitting Ports</title>
    <published>2005-04-05T21:47:52Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-05T21:47:52Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The octupus project</lj:music>
    <content type="html">As of yesterday i quit cigarettes. Today i was so anxious and angry it was driving me nuts. I couldn't calm down. I wanted someone dead, quick. But i will be ok, so far. Fuck those cylindrical cancer sticks with a cool menthol flavor. I don't need em</content>
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    <title>behindthebox @ 2005-04-01T23:49:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-02T04:50:19Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-02T04:50:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">jesus christ tonight brings a new meaning for cop close calls nearly fucked two times. but hey i kept it cool and rode like a gangster out that bitch smoking that dutch</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:behindthebox:560</id>
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    <title>behindthebox @ 2005-03-30T21:39:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-31T02:42:18Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-31T02:42:18Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Mos Def - The boogie man song</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Don't come across me when i am under, because i will slit your throat dead. When i am up the world is better when i don't need you like your par ty animal friends that break my conciousness. I don't need you your ugly words and harsh sentences. Forget your smoke like the green follicles left on your pillow when you sleep.</content>
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    <title>Your revolution</title>
    <published>2005-03-30T03:31:40Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-30T03:31:40Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Dope Money - Styles P</lj:music>
    <content type="html">If i had a gun you wouldn't be speaking because i am the king and you are the knight beneath my boots. I don't want to talk to you because your peasantry is nothing to that of my status. Bring your soldiers across the plains, because you marxism cannot break my spirits. If i am the whites then you are the reds. You are nothing more than soldiers with dreams of bolshevik dreams. I want you dead under mine knife crying for your fathers. I know i am gonna die but i am still gonna ride and blame god that i lived.</content>
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