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  <title>My Bloody Diary</title>
  <subtitle>Loveless...</subtitle>
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  <updated>2010-01-06T02:05:17Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:necrosyn333:28859</id>
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    <title>Big Sky</title>
    <published>2010-01-06T02:05:17Z</published>
    <updated>2010-01-06T02:05:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">5am.  The moon is only half full but it seems to be glaring brighter than a full moon.  And the stars in the sky seem all the brighter and not dimmed by the central lamp.  On a perfectly still winters night when Orion has already risen and set and the snow is still on the ground, there seems to be a perfect beauty abounding from every direction.  There is forest where the animals are asleep for a few more months or so.  And past that the ocean.  The infinite ocean where I used to send all of my hopes and dreams on those warm summer nights.  And behind me, where my beasties are sleeping and my books are begging to be read, and the fire crackles.  I'll be there soon.  I'll be there forever.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:necrosyn333:28471</id>
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    <title>Life by the sea.</title>
    <published>2009-12-08T18:33:30Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-08T18:33:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I've found a space.  A space for quiet contemplation.  A space where I can do whatever I want.  And more importantly a place for ''us''.  I now that I have it I thought that maybe I never wanted it.  It was all bullshit.  I did want it and nothing else really seems to matter anymore.  I like the seclusion.  I like how nobody bothers to call.  I like the fire in the hearth and the wild expanse at my window.  Here I don't have to dream anymore.  I can be creative, I can be myself.  I've been learning to regret nothing.  I like to think I supply the grease for poetic justice.  If you understand your own karma you understand everybody elses.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:necrosyn333:28334</id>
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    <title>where are you</title>
    <published>2007-02-23T00:36:55Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-23T00:36:55Z</updated>
    <lj:music>the cure - the same deep water as you</lj:music>
    <content type="html">yeah you</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:necrosyn333:28015</id>
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    <title>Starlet</title>
    <published>2006-12-03T04:37:18Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-03T04:37:18Z</updated>
    <lj:music>clan of xymox - medusa</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Hey you.  Yeah you.  There isn't a lot of time left.  I'd say 27 BLACK OUT.  The stars still shine and we're both still alive.  I know you'll come see me when I'm cold and alone, even if you can't now.  You've watched me for a long time try to find the reasons why, until the day you became the reason why.  Right now I'm probably the furthest thing from your mind, and it's selfish for me to wish otherwise.  It's selfish for me to want you the way you were and not the way you are now.  In a place where I pretend I am in control, and I can laugh off the stares and ignore the desparation, I draw stars on the walls.  They used to make you smile...my stars.  Now they make others smile, but I'll always remember when I first saw them twinkling in your eyes.  You could call it a way of copeing, or else it's just a way to pass the time.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:necrosyn333:27649</id>
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    <title>Medusa</title>
    <published>2006-11-29T07:32:54Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-29T07:32:54Z</updated>
    <lj:music>clan of xymox - medusa</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I want something new.  Why?  Maybe because i feel old.  Maybe because i sit here every night pretending to be happy and content about a wasted life.  Thursday i'll go out and spend 200 dollars on clothes provided by my parents.  That should help.  Maybe something to go with my complexion.  Maybe something expensive just to rip apart at the seams with time or madness.  Maybe i'll go somewhere and parade myself around like it's some fucking holiday.  Or i'll just stay inside, itching in my new threads, trying to keep the cold away.  I wonder, if a being like medusa could exist, would her snake hair just be for effect?  Or does each of venemous tendrils have a mind of it's own that thinks and haunts the dreams of a once beautiful and proud woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found the lies in your words&lt;br /&gt;And now&lt;br /&gt;I am gloryfing my tragic destiny&lt;br /&gt;Dreams can be hard and mean&lt;br /&gt;I still wonder if you are aware of this&lt;br /&gt;Dreams can be hard and mean&lt;br /&gt;Life is a tormented time, now&lt;br /&gt;medusa medusae</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:necrosyn333:27551</id>
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    <title>necrosyn333 @ 2006-11-13T05:20:00</title>
    <published>2006-11-13T09:20:52Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-13T09:23:37Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Smashing Pumpkins - Annie Dog</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So...&lt;br /&gt;Life's taken a fucked up turn, i guess.  Sometimes people start to creep me out.  Those everyday people, or those every other day people.  Or those that used to be everyday people that want to cling and not move on.  Move on.  And then there are the strangers.  Intrigue.  Look at who made me smile today, and look who made me turn away.  I could fill a wine bottle with her tears, and write a book about her fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty face&lt;br /&gt;ugly mouth&lt;br /&gt;bitter bred&lt;br /&gt;and so released&lt;br /&gt;amphetamine&lt;br /&gt;annie dog&lt;br /&gt;has a leash&lt;br /&gt;and a face</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:necrosyn333:27346</id>
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    <title>happy hallowe'en</title>
    <published>2006-10-08T05:52:31Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-08T05:52:31Z</updated>
    <lj:music>tori amos - pandora's aquarium</lj:music>
    <content type="html">it's officially oktobur.  when the mainstream starts to show it's dark side.  this year i feel a little let down in a way.  spending all my time in darkened rooms and wandering around at night just makes this month less appealing.  where have all the pumpkins gone?  long time passing.  i went to the drug store.  i used to love doing that around this time of year.  i just couldn't splurge on plastic crap like i used to.  we used to have so much fun...didn't we?  moon, sun, stars, the cold air.  everything is dying again.  the world is becoming a shade of grey under the clouds, or a stain of brown under a clear sky.  i walked this way and that way the other day and found my wine bottle that was carelessly discarded amongst the stones.  i said "hello."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;line me up in single file with all your grievances &lt;br /&gt;i stare but i can taste you're still alive below the waste &lt;br /&gt;ripples come and ripples go and ripple back to me</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:necrosyn333:27103</id>
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    <title>PATTERN</title>
    <published>2006-10-03T03:55:26Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-03T03:55:26Z</updated>
    <lj:music>the smiths - asleep</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I've spent a lot of time just trying to forget everything.  In fact, I've spent so much time doing this, I've actually forgotten many things.  I used to think I was an elephant.  Now I just look like one.  Sometimes I see pink elephants.  It scares me to have forgotten what people look like.  You take things for granted, like somebody's laughter.  What I wouldn't give to hear even one lost friend laugh again.  A laugh can make you smile.  PATTERN.  Forquet was right.  He always is.  Life is just patterns repeating themselves.  And you can call yourself wise, or psychic, or whatever.  Or you can know everything has happend before in one form or another.  It will happen again, and again, I guess until you're dead.  Then it will happen to someone else.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:necrosyn333:26740</id>
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    <title>necrosyn333 @ 2006-09-25T16:11:00</title>
    <published>2006-09-25T20:15:34Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-25T20:15:34Z</updated>
    <lj:music>New Order - Shell Shock</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Never had I felt so loved than yesterday.  All I wanted was to be alone yet people feel the need to ask for my company.  I guess I can't blame them.  I did everything I could to avoid people and lurk in the shadows anyway, and for the most part it worked.  Halloween is coming up and I have nothing to wear as far as costumes or even clothes in general.  Everything I have is in tatters and I keep tricking myself into thinking it looks cool.  All I want to do is sleep and that's really all I have been doing.  I dream of people in wizard of Oz fashion, but I neglect to tell them, because really, wtf does it matter if they are in your dreams.  They used to mean something to me but now it just seems like my brain vomiting.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:necrosyn333:26413</id>
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    <title>lost another one</title>
    <published>2006-09-06T00:03:11Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-06T00:03:11Z</updated>
    <lj:music>joy division - she's lost control</lj:music>
    <content type="html">let's just hope for a moment, that the individual in question doesn't follow through with this plan.  it's still hard for me to understand why somebody would sell themselves to the united states government.  it is not the cure all or the save all.  you can make something of yourself if you really want to and you don't need to join the military to do it.  at the end of the day, i'm probably just bitter because it's another person gone.  and it's another person in front of and behind the gun.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:necrosyn333:26250</id>
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    <title>summer stench</title>
    <published>2006-08-22T03:15:05Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-22T03:15:05Z</updated>
    <lj:music>the cure - catch/torture</lj:music>
    <content type="html">It's already what...the 22nd? And still no cure cds.  what the fuck is going on?!?! and the internet is no help.  i would adore a remastered copy of head on the door.  way back (when) i put most of the album onto my computer, with a few exceptions that i now regret (the blood). i wouldn't mind a remastered copy of the top either.  now that just leaves kiss me kiss me kiss me.  probably the only album before disintegration that i never really gave a chance.  sure it's everything i want it to be, but there's just too much other stuff to fill my head with.  it's always been that way with kiss meX3.  maybe i'll get that one first...if it will only just get to my local music store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************************************************************************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C A T C H&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know who you remind me of&lt;br /&gt;A girl I think I used to know&lt;br /&gt;Yes I'd see her when the day got colder&lt;br /&gt;On those days when it felt like snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I even think that she stared like you&lt;br /&gt;She used to just stand there and stare&lt;br /&gt;And roll her eyes right up to heaven&lt;br /&gt;And make like I just wasn't there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she used to fall down a lot&lt;br /&gt;That girl was always falling&lt;br /&gt;Again and again&lt;br /&gt;And I used to sometimes try to catch her&lt;br /&gt;But I never even caught her name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes we would spend the night&lt;br /&gt;Just rolling about on a floor&lt;br /&gt;And I remember&lt;br /&gt;Even though it felt soft at the time&lt;br /&gt;I always used to wake up sore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I even think that she smiled like you&lt;br /&gt;She used to just stand there and smile&lt;br /&gt;And her eyes would go all sort of far away&lt;br /&gt;And stay like that for quite a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I remember she used to fall down a lot&lt;br /&gt;That girl was always falling&lt;br /&gt;Again and again&lt;br /&gt;And I used to sometimes try to catch her&lt;br /&gt;But I never even caught her name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I sometimes even tried to catch her&lt;br /&gt;But I never even caught her name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************************************************************************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh it's torture but i'm almost dead.  but i'm not in a room without a light or a room without a view.  and nobody is here with me.  i'm in a world without a sun and all i can see is a land of nobodies.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:necrosyn333:26051</id>
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    <title>a ceremony again</title>
    <published>2006-08-05T00:42:03Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-05T00:42:03Z</updated>
    <lj:music>new order - ceremony</lj:music>
    <content type="html">This is why events un-nerve me &lt;br /&gt;They find it all a different story &lt;br /&gt;Notice whom for wheels are turning &lt;br /&gt;Turn again and turn towards this time &lt;br /&gt;All she asks is the strength to hold me &lt;br /&gt;Then again the same old story &lt;br /&gt;Word will travel - oh so quickly &lt;br /&gt;Travel first and lean towards this time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll break them down, no mercy shown &lt;br /&gt;Heaven knows, it's got to be this time &lt;br /&gt;Watching her, these things she said &lt;br /&gt;The times she cried, too frail to wake this time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final verse is taken from Still  &lt;br /&gt;I'll break them down, no mercy shown &lt;br /&gt;Heaven knows, it's got to be this time &lt;br /&gt;Avenues all lined with trees &lt;br /&gt;Picture me and then you start watching &lt;br /&gt;Watching forever - watching forever &lt;br /&gt;Watching love grow - forever &lt;br /&gt;Letting me know - forever</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:necrosyn333:25723</id>
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    <title>itchy</title>
    <published>2006-07-24T04:52:53Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-24T04:52:53Z</updated>
    <lj:music>the cure - wailing wall</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i think i'm going insane.  i'm on some fucked up steroid medication for hives and it's making me want to just run naked through the night streets screaming for the itching to stop.  i think i'm going to lay off the anti-histamine, even though everyone says it's suppose to help...IT DOESN'T.  It seems to just make the itching worse and the hives explode.  Maybe i should have gone dancing tonight...i don't look like a leper anymore and i'm just bouncing around anyway.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying not to listen to the top because its being re released in august.  i just can't help it.  i think the album says a lot about my current situations, i'm itchy, i want to dance, i love her, i want to be fucked up, and nothing makes sense.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:necrosyn333:25471</id>
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    <title>From the mouths of babes</title>
    <published>2006-07-18T05:25:17Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-18T05:25:17Z</updated>
    <lj:music>truth or dare - madonna</lj:music>
    <content type="html">My 14 year old nephew called me on the "goth" thing today.&lt;br /&gt;i really didn't have words and found myself kind of staggering.  He said i looked like all of the bands that he's growing up worshiping (my chemical romance, fallout boy, etc).  I immediately had to say that with all the dark aesthetic that these new bands have, they do not play anything remotely close to "goth" music.  He then asked, "what is this goth i speak of?"  but i couldn't help but laugh.  I like the way i dress, i like the things i listen to, and i generally surround myself with dark aesthetics, but it bothers me that he would think that i'm trying to emulate a look on his teeny rock channels.  I gave him a sampling of what i like from my hardrive...the cure, clan of xymox, etc.  then he went through it and started naming off bands like the birthday massacre, specimen, or just things that seemed off key to him.  He asked "why do you listen to all of this; it isn't happy."  With a quick click he did a search for slipknot and said "you'll like this stuff, it's goth."  NOT.  But then I had to stop because i'm not here to educate anyone on the way i look and what i listen to.  I don't even consider myself goth, i consider myself troubled, dark, brooding, in despair, null and void, dull, addicted, broken, and alone.  This all came about because of the RasputinA concert on thursday.  I told him i was going to it and he asked "is that one of you goth things?"  again, no?  I just want to see this band that i love and has a special place in my heart.  They came to me at a time when i was young and it meant something to me.</content>
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    <title>necrosyn333 @ 2006-07-16T02:36:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-16T06:33:20Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-16T06:33:20Z</updated>
    <lj:music>clan of xymox - michelle</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Hauntingly by Clan of Xymox:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back Door &lt;br /&gt;I am shrouded in darkness&lt;br /&gt;I crouched in wasted years&lt;br /&gt;I lingered, I can’t get through&lt;br /&gt;Dazzled between far and near&lt;br /&gt;Like the elegies relate to days beyond recall&lt;br /&gt;I lingered in many memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again I stumbled through the back door&lt;br /&gt;Seeing you, a misty shadow&lt;br /&gt;I feel my repression&lt;br /&gt;I can’t go on&lt;br /&gt;And again I am falling backwards&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I will be here again&lt;br /&gt;A silent mute of a black desire&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I will be here again&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow i’ll be here again&lt;br /&gt;Be here again&lt;br /&gt;Be here again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired of tears and laughter&lt;br /&gt;Or what may come hereafter&lt;br /&gt;I am weary of days and hours&lt;br /&gt;Desires, dreams and powers&lt;br /&gt;Although it makes me weep&lt;br /&gt;It is you&lt;br /&gt;I wanna keep&lt;br /&gt;I wanna keep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told dave that I never wanted to be one of those 12 step losers, or one who hopelessly devotes his life to a substitue for the drugs, replacing them with god or crochet.  What i'm starting to realize, watching a friend go through recovery, is that the booze and the drugs were a substitute for something i've lost.  how many times did i take something just to forget.  how many times did i drink just to be sane.  this person that used to feel so much, this person that used to let others fill him with joy, love, and hate, this person that used to be me has been trying to destroy himself and everything he once cared about.  I don't like to think i've totally succeeded, and i don't think time alone would have gotten me here today in one peice, still alive.  I guess a choice has to be made:  If i care enough to still precieve those around me.  If i want to try to remember what i love, what i've lost.  I'm sick of this.  I'm sick of trying to stuff my life with everything and everything just to get better, just to find her again, just to be able to find a moment of peace.  I must fight this sickness...find a cure...</content>
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    <title>Hotel Madness</title>
    <published>2006-06-14T23:28:32Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-14T23:28:32Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Bizzare love triangle - new order</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'm sitting in a hotel room on my friends computer.  I want my life to go from hotel room to hotel room.  In order for this to happen i have to be the kind of person that travels a lot.  Or i could be in a band and play the wood block or something.  I really like hotel rooms.  I just don't want my life to grace hotel rooms when you're at some random fuck encounter.  Hmm.  I could judge how well i'm doing in life by the hotel room i'm in.  Presidential sweet at the radison to cockaroach cracks in the wall.  How bizzare.  I love you.</content>
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    <title>elementalist</title>
    <published>2006-05-30T20:54:16Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-30T20:54:16Z</updated>
    <lj:music>the cure - the caterpillar</lj:music>
    <content type="html">the last few days have been spent outside.  i guess i needed it more than anything after spending month after month in my room, occasionally stepping out to dance with ghosts or wander through darkened minds.  i feel very in touch with nature all of a sudden and i can forget the horrors of the world for a moment.  &lt;br /&gt;earth: sowing seeds...corn and pumpkins&lt;br /&gt;fire: chopping wood and burning it at dusk&lt;br /&gt;air: sending smoke into the twilight with various herbs and flowers found in the shady corners of the property&lt;br /&gt;water: giving the plants around the area water, and my seeds of sunflowers, corn and pumpkins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caterpillar girl...</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:necrosyn333:24382</id>
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    <title>Say hello on a day like today</title>
    <published>2006-05-28T03:59:12Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-28T03:59:12Z</updated>
    <lj:music>alice cooper - clones (we're all)</lj:music>
    <content type="html">what an uneventful weekend.  i made a fire today though, burning random stuff i found in the shady corners of the yard.  i need a new obsession.  i need a new life.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:necrosyn333:24064</id>
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    <title>necrosyn333 @ 2006-05-22T20:58:00</title>
    <published>2006-05-23T01:24:31Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-23T01:24:31Z</updated>
    <lj:music>bauhaus - the man with the x ray eyes</lj:music>
    <content type="html">why is it so fucking cold?  it's so cold that the usual blanket of fur coat doesn't even work right.  christopher lee was born today.  sometimes i forget how much i like him.  dracula, king haggard, count dooku, saruman, take your pick, christopher lee is my hero.   i'm trying to figure out why nobody wrote a song about him.  i reserched him and bela lugosi, trying to make a comparative analysis and found out some interesting facts about both:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee:&lt;br /&gt;-was friends with J.R.R.Tolkien&lt;br /&gt;-is so versed on the lore of middle earth that people on the set of LOTR often consulted him.&lt;br /&gt;-has starred in over 200 movies usually typecasted as the villain&lt;br /&gt;-alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lugosi&lt;br /&gt;-actually comes from eastern europe and they used his original accent in dracula&lt;br /&gt;-starred almost exclusivly in horror movies, many of which used his name just to get people into the theater no matter if the movie sucked or not&lt;br /&gt;-died in his seventies despite a drug addiction (morphine)&lt;br /&gt;-dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are just a few facts and i couldn't really compare the two as well as i like to.  the only reason i tried was because they both starred as dracula, but i'll always think the best dracula is gary oldman.  as much as i hate to admit it i'd watch any christopher lee movie (with the exception of james bond) before any hammer horror movie starring lugosi. i guess people only write songs about dead drug addict under achieving tools and not successful gemini actors.  go figure.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:necrosyn333:24003</id>
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    <title>necrosyn333 @ 2006-05-22T09:09:00</title>
    <published>2006-05-22T13:13:09Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-22T13:14:32Z</updated>
    <lj:music>rasputina - watch t.v.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i lost my remote control a little while ago and as a result i haven't been watching television.  now, i've wanted to watch less tv, because most of the time all that is on are people crying on reality shows.  if it's not that then it's the news, barking about how everything sucks and nobody is doing anything to make it better.  of course there are cartoons and re-runs and networks that have syndicated certain tv stars into a comfortable life.  i wonder, if they sit in their houses and watch themselves every night.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:necrosyn333:23796</id>
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    <title>necrosyn333 @ 2006-05-21T00:00:00</title>
    <published>2006-05-21T04:03:11Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-21T04:03:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">everything sucks and the faith i have been building has shattered.  start again, start at the bottom, start over just to fail.  i'm only starting to realize the difference between a mark and a smudge.  i will wake up and go to work tomorrow and pray that someone walks in with a gun.  some guy said that he was going to shoot me today.  i asked him where and when, and he replied he was just joking.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:necrosyn333:23492</id>
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    <title>necrosyn333 @ 2006-05-18T18:15:00</title>
    <published>2006-05-18T22:20:05Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-18T22:20:05Z</updated>
    <lj:music>david bowie - moonage daydream</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i'm actually happy and a little stupid-excited about the horror prom tomorrow.  i never went to my prom but if i did i'd dress up like frankenstein's monster anyway. i don't care if i'm not 7 feet tall and made up of different body parts. i couldn't find a suitable girl-date so i guess i'm just going stag or with my hip attachment.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:necrosyn333:23225</id>
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    <title>necrosyn333 @ 2006-05-15T15:29:00</title>
    <published>2006-05-15T19:37:00Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-15T19:37:00Z</updated>
    <lj:music>michiru yamane - dance of the pales</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i want to waltz somewhere fancy and special.  with preferably a woman of dazzling beauty.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:necrosyn333:22913</id>
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    <title>when television makes you vomit</title>
    <published>2006-05-10T05:00:19Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-10T05:00:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">flipping through the channels i came across live footage of men taking what looked like over sized raccoons and bashing them against the ground to stun them.  while they were twitching the men began cutting their legs and arms off.  after that, the animals were put into a vice and hung upside down and skinned.  there was one animal that was still very much alive when the skinning began.  the blurred man started at the animals backside and began pulling the fur and skin right off of it.  it kept making a wierd sort of grunting noise.  the man then threw the animal on a pile of carcasses, but it was still alive and blinking.  it even sort of got up and looked around for a few minutes.  vomit ensued.  i used to think i had a stronger stomach.  maybe i just have the bird flu.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:necrosyn333:22565</id>
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    <title>necrosyn333 @ 2006-05-07T03:58:00</title>
    <published>2006-05-07T07:48:09Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-07T07:48:09Z</updated>
    <lj:music>the cure - cold</lj:music>
    <content type="html">not another day like today. i hid in the darkest corner.  i opened to the darkest pages of a book.  i listened to the most haunted notes in my cd booklette.  feeling owned and used, i pushed dollar after dollar for the company.  and the sun died away just for a moment, and i stepped outside and felt the cool air blowing away and ending this  season.  i used to sit inside that winter room waiting for spring thaw, wishing and hoping time would move faster.  now that it's here i want the cold and bleak days again.  "hello, welcome to newport.  enjoy your stay here as the rest of the world dies beyond these shores"</content>
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