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  <title>Love me, Hate me or shit fucking leave me</title>
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  <updated>2009-05-07T15:42:55Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:aibell_02:6292</id>
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    <title>This Feeling</title>
    <published>2009-05-07T15:42:55Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-07T15:42:55Z</updated>
    <category term="confusion heart aches problems issues me"/>
    <lj:music>on Fire by ???</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had that feeling that you had to run.&lt;br /&gt;Run from your home, from your life, from your family?&lt;br /&gt;What if you want to run from the heart aches given by your love?&lt;br /&gt;This isn't a need, this isnt a desire, this is an instinct.&lt;br /&gt;This&amp;nbsp;question suited to this situation is, should you stay or should you go?&lt;br /&gt;What if you're not alone, what if your love wants to come too?&lt;br /&gt;What if you don't want him to go?&lt;br /&gt;What if you want him to go, but are scared he might see the real you, the freed you, the one you've kept locked away for so long?&lt;br /&gt;What happens if he hates the freed you?&lt;br /&gt;What happens when he falls in love with the freed you, will you be able to love him back when all&amp;nbsp;he reminds you of is&amp;nbsp;the celled bird you once where?&lt;br /&gt;What will happen then?&lt;br /&gt;What about now?&lt;br /&gt;Knowing your feelings can you still love one of the caged, or will you look for someone as free and as wild as you?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what will happen then?&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:aibell_02:5924</id>
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    <title>Cliques and names....</title>
    <published>2009-04-11T19:11:52Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-11T19:11:52Z</updated>
    <category term="continuation"/>
    <lj:music>background</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;Why must we call ourselves names? isn't that the whole reason why our parents named us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Names are useless so why the hell do people insist on asking what are you?&lt;br /&gt;I'M A FUCKING PERSON YOU IDIOT!&lt;br /&gt;I swear society is getting dumber by the fashion trend, why can't you just set an out fit without worrying if its &amp;quot;socially trendy&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;It's a load of bullshit createed by the media to make loads of money off of insecure, stupid people who wish to follow retarded celebraties who actually think we give a shit!&lt;br /&gt;Look you can have your opinion, but that doesn't mean I have to follow your load of bullshit just because you're some what affect, it's not you we care about it's the people who suffer because they have no money and they're struggling just to keep a certain person in check.&lt;br /&gt;Then there are the emos, I appreciate guys in tight pants, the sensetivness and sure they might be good people but I'm not gonna pretend to understand them, coz&amp;nbsp;I don't, they say most of the shit emos say they suffer from is absolute bullshit because most emos have only become emo because they think it's 'cool', and they also happen to be fucking idiots, save your drama for myspace, just not on MY myspace, sure I seem to be a bitch but this is the full honesty, learn to deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:aibell_02:5809</id>
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    <title>To fucking do list....</title>
    <published>2009-04-11T15:35:01Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-11T15:35:01Z</updated>
    <category term="chores bitch"/>
    <lj:music>background music</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finish watching Juno&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clean out room&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vaccum&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;PAINTING MY FUCKING ROOM GREY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not fucking forgetting what I'm supose to do.&lt;br type="_moz" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:aibell_02:5518</id>
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    <title>Wish List....</title>
    <published>2009-04-11T15:08:29Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-11T15:10:23Z</updated>
    <category term="wish list"/>
    <lj:music>Music from the movie juno</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;To awaken&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To stay with Andrew&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn to drive&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Graduate from high school&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To Leave South Carolina&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to Queens University in North Carolina&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To become a teacher/ writer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have a home somewhere in the North or move to Colorado, anywhere&amp;nbsp;it snows&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To have 2 to 3 kids, possibly adopted&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy a small kitten&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;and name it Zeek if not two&amp;nbsp;pond fish, one a balck koi and the another a Platium Ogon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;try not to kill myself&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br type="_moz" /&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:aibell_02:5333</id>
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    <title>I am what I am.</title>
    <published>2009-04-11T02:39:12Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-11T14:22:59Z</updated>
    <category term="despair sadness gloom humilated melancho"/>
    <lj:music>nothing</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;I&lt;span&gt; am what I am&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; by Daniela Lomeli aka aibell_02&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am what I am, never what you expect....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font style="background-color: #ffffff"&gt;I'm nothing special, nothing new, nothing amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am am what I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am stupid, I am off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am nothing special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am what I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my life, I love my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;am nothing but your average kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have regular nightmares, i don't have regular dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't read minds or talk to ghosts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am nothing special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am what I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no high hopes or high dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am nothing, I am me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am everything, I am me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My moods change, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;high and low &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inside and out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am after all, a normal, stupid, american, teenage girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never be anything you think or believe I can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am different,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I am weird,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I am strange,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I am me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am what I am and never what you expect me to be...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>^_^</title>
    <published>2009-04-08T19:40:31Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-08T19:40:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border="0" width="0" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTIzOTIxOTEyNDkyMSZwdD*xMjM5MjE5NTExNDY4JnA9Mzk2OTgxJmQ9dHdpbGlnaHRfdGVzdCZuPWxpdmVqb3VybmFsJmc9MSZ*PSZvPWExYWUyZmIzYzk4MjQ5OWRhNGFmYjAxOTUyY2Q2ZDZk.gif" /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dumbspot.com/twilight-test" title="Twilight Test "&gt;&lt;img src="http://q-dumb.mgsrvr.com/images/badges/275/bella.gif" alt="Twilight Test "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.dumbspot.com/twilight-test"&gt;Twilight Test &lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://www.dumbspot.com"&gt;Dumb Spot&lt;/a&gt;!
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.dumbspot.com/dumb-quizzes"&gt;Dumb Quizzes&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.dumbspot.com/myspace-quizzes"&gt;MySpace Quizzes&lt;/a&gt; &amp; &lt;a href="http://www.yourspaceisbest.com/category/6/myspace/quotes.html"&gt;Quotes&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.quibblo.com"&gt;Make a Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:aibell_02:4636</id>
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    <title>HA!</title>
    <published>2009-04-08T19:20:38Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-08T19:20:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border="0" width="0" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTIzOTIxODI4MTczNCZwdD*xMjM5MjE4MzMyNTAwJnA9Mzk2OTgxJmQ9d2hhdF9jZWxlYnJpdHlfYW1faSZuPWxpdmVqb3VybmFsJmc9MSZ*PSZvPWExYWUyZmIzYzk4MjQ5OWRhNGFmYjAxOTUyY2Q2ZDZk.gif" /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dumbspot.com/what-celebrity-am-i" title="Celebrity Test "&gt;&lt;img src="http://q-dumb.mgsrvr.com/images/badges/253/f_politics.gif" alt="Celebrity Test "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.dumbspot.com/what-celebrity-am-i"&gt;Celebrity Test &lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://www.dumbspot.com"&gt;Dumb Spot&lt;/a&gt;!
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.dumbspot.com/dumb-quizzes"&gt;Dumb Quizzes&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.dumbspot.com/myspace-quizzes"&gt;MySpace Quizzes&lt;/a&gt; &amp; &lt;a href="http://www.yourspaceisbest.com/category/6/myspace/quotes.html"&gt;Quotes&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.quibblo.com"&gt;Make a Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:aibell_02:4505</id>
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    <title>:P</title>
    <published>2009-04-08T18:29:03Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-08T18:29:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border="0" width="0" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTIzOTIxNDg2NTMyOCZwdD*xMjM5MjE1MjQwNDg*JnA9Mzk2OTgxJmQ9bG92ZV9*ZXN*Jm49bGl2ZWpvdXJuYWwmZz*xJnQ9Jm89YTFhZTJmYjNjOTgyNDk5ZGE*YWZiMDE5NTJjZDZkNmQ=.gif" /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dumbspot.com/love-test" title="Love Test "&gt;&lt;img src="http://q-dumb.mgsrvr.com/images/badges/252/yes.gif" alt="Love Test "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.dumbspot.com/love-test"&gt;Love Test &lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://www.dumbspot.com"&gt;Dumb Spot&lt;/a&gt;!
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.dumbspot.com/dumb-quizzes"&gt;Dumb Quizzes&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.dumbspot.com/myspace-quizzes"&gt;MySpace Quizzes&lt;/a&gt; &amp; &lt;a href="http://www.yourspaceisbest.com/category/6/myspace/quotes.html"&gt;Quotes&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.quibblo.com"&gt;Make a Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>Ha Ha bitches!!!!!</title>
    <published>2009-04-08T18:15:29Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-08T18:15:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border="0" width="0" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTIzOTIxNDI5OTA5MyZwdD*xMjM5MjE*NDI3MTQwJnA9Mzk2OTgxJmQ9ZmF*X3Rlc3Qmbj1saXZlam91cm5hbCZnPTEmdD*mbz1hMWFlMmZiM2M5ODI*OTlkYTRhZmIwMTk1MmNkNmQ2ZA==.gif" /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dumbspot.com/fat-test" title="The Fat Test "&gt;&lt;img src="http://q-dumb.mgsrvr.com/images/badges/280/f_healthy.gif" alt="The Fat Test "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.dumbspot.com/fat-test"&gt;The Fat Test &lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://www.dumbspot.com"&gt;Dumb Spot&lt;/a&gt;!
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.dumbspot.com/dumb-quizzes"&gt;Dumb Quizzes&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.dumbspot.com/myspace-quizzes"&gt;MySpace Quizzes&lt;/a&gt; &amp; &lt;a href="http://www.yourspaceisbest.com/category/6/myspace/quotes.html"&gt;Quotes&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.quibblo.com"&gt;Make a Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>goth</title>
    <published>2009-04-08T17:45:32Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-08T17:45:32Z</updated>
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.dumbspot.com/goth-test"&gt;Goth Test &lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://www.dumbspot.com"&gt;Dumb Spot&lt;/a&gt;!
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.dumbspot.com/dumb-quizzes"&gt;Dumb Quizzes&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.dumbspot.com/myspace-quizzes"&gt;MySpace Quizzes&lt;/a&gt; &amp; &lt;a href="http://www.yourspaceisbest.com/category/6/myspace/quotes.html"&gt;Quotes&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.quibblo.com"&gt;Make a Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:aibell_02:3438</id>
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    <title>For those whom it may concern....</title>
    <published>2009-03-29T15:11:39Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-29T15:11:39Z</updated>
    <category term="author&amp;apos;s note"/>
    <lj:music>If I Was Your Vampire by Marilyn Manson</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Please, please do not steal any of my ideas or self made fics or poems. PLEASE!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you AiBeLl_02</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:aibell_02:3276</id>
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    <title>Evil Angel pt.</title>
    <published>2009-03-28T18:24:25Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-28T18:24:25Z</updated>
    <category term="copy righted by me i do not own the song"/>
    <category term="imaginary"/>
    <lj:music>Evil Angel by Breaking Benjamin</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;inspired by the song Evil Angel by Breaking Benjamin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="posttext"&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;em&gt;Evil Angel pt 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;by Aibell_02&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 15px"&gt;&amp;quot;Hold it together, birds of a feather&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;- Breaking Benjamin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To live in a world of retreat and displeasure I knew too much for a child, for instance,&amp;nbsp;I knew I was cursed,&amp;nbsp;named an&amp;nbsp;untouchable was like a death sentence to our reigion, but&amp;nbsp;what I dare to question is; if god had intended to create men as equals, why, why&amp;nbsp;did we each treat differently?&lt;br /&gt;I watched as the blessed walked, disgusted by our situations, noses in the air, pretending we weren't there, starving as always.&lt;br /&gt;I looked down at my&amp;nbsp;entwined hands, my skin color was the same as theirs, pale as each one of them and&amp;nbsp;yet they rejected me, us, those they&amp;nbsp;deemed unworthy, and yet I wished to be one of them, to belong..&lt;br /&gt;Feeling eyes fall before me, I looked up, meeting eyes with one of the blessed's children, a&amp;nbsp;young man&amp;nbsp;with eyes the color of a blue morpho's wings.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Come along *Badal&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;The blue&amp;nbsp;eyes blinked, the&amp;nbsp;warmth that escaped from them reach to mine, my stomach growled as I turned red.&lt;br /&gt;The angelic features smiled towards me,&amp;nbsp;ink black hair flowing as the wind picked up, he waved goodbye before turning towards a frowning beautiful woman dressed in a color cloth.&lt;br /&gt;The boy ran to the disapproving woman as he entered&amp;nbsp;the long, black car behind her.&lt;br /&gt;I watching as the car road away feeling those same eyes look back at me, changing direction as the car headed towards the&amp;nbsp;city.&lt;br /&gt;I felt someone nudge at my sides, turning towards it I found my elder brother smiling a wise smile at me.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Neh, little sister,&amp;nbsp;have you fallen for the blessed?&amp;quot; He said teasingly.&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;felt myself turn red immediately. &amp;quot;H-how dare you! Never would I fall a blessed, never!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;**Cielo merely laughed, &amp;quot;Now, now , calm down before you loose your head&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I quieted down, embarassed more about how I'd yelled than of how I reacted and to my brother no less!&lt;br /&gt;What had that blessed done to me?&lt;br /&gt;Hearing the graceful movement&amp;nbsp;I knew too well I looked up, watching as the black cloak covering well toned muscles&amp;nbsp;picked up&amp;nbsp;the sand from beneath&amp;nbsp;it, brushing it off briskly with gloves&amp;nbsp;palms before offering to help me up.&lt;br /&gt;I smiled at the tanned, scarred face of my brother as brown straight hair&amp;nbsp;covered his all knowing eyes, grabbing onto the&amp;nbsp;hand I managed to lift myself up without much of his help.&lt;br /&gt;I looked down at my left leg, the wound above my&amp;nbsp;knee still visible from the actions he and I had taken from a week ago.&lt;br /&gt;I sighed, it still hurt like hell.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Can you walk ***Anemone?&amp;quot; Cielo asked from beside me.&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;nodded, grasping blindly for my board&amp;nbsp;that&amp;nbsp;resting&amp;nbsp;against the wall behind me, I faced my brother with a grin on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Let's go ****&lt;font size="6" style="font-size: 15px"&gt;Charaka&lt;/font&gt;-anuja, to the city of Arian!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! my first non-yaoi, non-angst, non-drama written story in my entire 14 years!&lt;br /&gt;So, you like? you hate? what? Tell me!&lt;br /&gt;*Badal: Cloud&lt;br /&gt;**Cielo:Sky&lt;br /&gt;***Anemone:Wind&lt;br /&gt;****Charaka:Wanderer, Anuja:Little sister (in this case it means little sister)&lt;br /&gt;The meaning of the names will mean a great deal through out the story.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>Imperfections of the Human Mind's playlist</title>
    <published>2009-03-28T18:15:59Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-28T18:15:59Z</updated>
    <category term="playlist for imperfecions of the human m"/>
    <lj:music>F-F-Falling by The Rasmus</lj:music>
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    <title>Imperfections of the Human Mind pt.2</title>
    <published>2009-03-28T18:10:18Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-28T18:10:18Z</updated>
    <category term="freak on a leash korn leegaa dark snarky"/>
    <lj:music>Freak on a Leash by Korn</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;And so it continues....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chapter 2&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hey, did ya check out my new pen name?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kick ass isn&amp;rsquo;t it? Anyways I have to cut it short for now&amp;hellip;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Any who, you want to hear from Gaara don&amp;rsquo;t ya?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gaara: &amp;lsquo;Bout time you finished this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love: I finished the Chapter didn&amp;rsquo;t I?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gaara: Did it have to take you two months?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love: What&amp;rsquo;s you&amp;rsquo;re problem? At least I didn&amp;rsquo;t forget it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gaara: FORGET?! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?! YOU WERE TOO BUSY&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MAKING OUT WITH YOUR BOYFRIEND TO EVEN THINK ABOUT US!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love:&amp;hellip;.Are you pmsing again?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gaara:&amp;hellip;.YOU&amp;rsquo;RE A FUCKING IDIOT!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love: Ah, how you speak the truth, my beloved red-head.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gaara: Shut the hell up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love: Make me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Naruto &amp;amp; Sasuke enter the screen*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Naruto: Hey are we gonna get to&amp;hellip;ya know, get busy or what?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sasuke: *blushes* NARUTO!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love: *sighs* No, I&amp;rsquo;m sorry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Naruto: Damn&amp;hellip;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ANYWAYS&amp;hellip;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love; Okay here&amp;rsquo;s the songs I picked for Imperfections of the Human Mind, this was fucking hard&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;to choose so please, don&amp;rsquo;t hate.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the New Shit by Marilyn Manson&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Freak on a Leash by Korn&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stupify by Disturbed&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lacrymosa by Evanescence&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A World So Cold by Mudvayne&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Breathe Into Me by Red&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Breaking the habit by Linkin Park&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Breathe Me by Sia (Ulrich style)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All Around Me by Flyleaf&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vampire Heart by H.I.M&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nemo by Nightwish&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Frozen by Within Temptation&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Memories by Within Temptation&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dance with the devil by Breaking Benjamin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I&amp;rsquo;ll have this posted on my profile as soon as possible&amp;hellip;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;____________________________________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gaara awoke wrists paralysed with red liquid sticking to his shirt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gaara frowned, checking the time he sighed, it was already nine in the morning.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Removing his arms from his chest he slipped out of his shirt, letting it fall to the ground as he&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;walked, half asleep, into his bathroom.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Turning the shower on, he let the boiling water drown his half naked body.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rubbing the dried blood off his wrist he frowned, seeing yet another slit wrist completely healed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A feeling of dread swallowing his body whole.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not a single mark.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gaara sighed, finally realizing he was still wearing his clothes he began to strip himself, he stood&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;there for a few more minutes, clenching at his forehead.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The terror that flooded his dreams escaped into his vision.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Scenes of his mother covered in blood made his heart speed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gaara....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tears flooded and entwined with the water, his legs began to shake and fell beneath him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He trembled.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p&gt;There you are you brat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gaara&amp;rsquo;s eyes widened.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He felt the air become cold.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p&gt;Did you really think you could hide from me?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;He quickly turned his head.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nothing&amp;hellip;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gaara sighed rubbing his temples, forcing his weakened muscles to move he stood up turning the&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;knob as water slowly decreased, quickly leaving the opening of pipe hollow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He waited to hear a sound, anything, that would indicate someone was there, but nothing came.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sliding the shower curtains to his left he stepped out, feet touching the cold floor without a single&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;wince.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you really want to know why you can&amp;rsquo;t die?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gaara whipped his head around, expecting to see that, that &lt;i&gt;thing&lt;/i&gt; hovering behind him, but saw&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;nothing instead.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Grabbing a near by towel he took it and left, leaving wet tracks behind him as he shut the door.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;____________________________________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lee checked his watch.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;He was late..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lee sighed. &lt;b&gt;My first day of work and my partner didn&amp;rsquo;t even show up..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seconds later the bells jingled happily as the door opened, turning to greet a costumer Lee&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;blinked surprised that instead it was Gaara dressed in a tight yellow plaid shirt, black pants and&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;black converse, the green apron from Gai&amp;rsquo;s Emporium strapped around his thin waist, the top of it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;falling to his thighs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lee smiled happily. &lt;b&gt;So he didn&amp;rsquo;t ditch me..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Good morning Gaara-san&amp;rdquo; He greeted obviously delighted.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gaara glanced at his new co-worker.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh&amp;hellip;fuck&amp;hellip;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;Resting the broom against the register table, Lee walked over to the red head, over looking the&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;glare being sent his way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Smiling a blinding smile towards his darkened acquaintance he held out his hand, waiting from the&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;red head to respond, after a few moments he let his hand fall.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m glad you came today Gaara-san, I was so worried, Gai-sama never told me your schedule so&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I didn&amp;rsquo;t know the days you came and when you didn&amp;lsquo;t.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gaara simply stared at him, the word stalker slowly forming on his tongue but decided to keep it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Down, for now of course.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Now, let&amp;rsquo;s get to work!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sighing, Gaara followed lead, making a mental note for himself;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p&gt;Break the green clone&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;The new shipments arrived a while ago and I need some help, Kiba-san busy running an errand&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and Shino&amp;rsquo;s on the phone making some orders.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gaara simply nodded lifting the green apron&amp;rsquo;s torso against his chest, ducking his head into the&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Opening.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gaara watched as Lee handed him three full boxes of lotions while he grabbed four for himself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gaara blinked surprised as Lee stood without struggling as he carried the 100 pound boxes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p&gt;Holy shit&amp;hellip;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gaara cleared his throat. &amp;ldquo;Aren&amp;rsquo;t those heavy?&amp;rdquo; He asked, mentally slapping himself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just why the fuck did he care if the clone broke his back?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lee glowed at the question.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Not really, since I normally train, weights like this don&amp;rsquo;t bother me at all&amp;rdquo; He commented proudly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gaara merely nodded none too impressed by the man before him, turning away he left the back&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Room towards the proper shelves.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Taking out a pocket knife Gaara watched the silver glare of it&amp;rsquo;s edge tease him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Leaning the blade against his wrist, he bit his lip.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p&gt;Is he going to&amp;hellip;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Gaara-san?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gaara blinked looking back at Lee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yeah?&amp;rdquo; He responded quickly moving his hand away from the blade&amp;rsquo;s reach.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lee smiled, &amp;ldquo;Oh good, you&amp;rsquo;re already opening them&amp;rdquo; He said, staring at the blade leaning against&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the brown paper tape.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gaara blinked, looking down at the knife he nodded.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Uh, yeah..&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Alright let&amp;rsquo;s start unpacking!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;______________________________________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gaara regretted coming to work today&amp;hellip;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hurry Gaara-san!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gaara gritted his teeth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p&gt;If he calls my name one more time&amp;hellip;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Gaara-san, you&amp;rsquo;re such a slow poke!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gaara&amp;rsquo;s right eye twitched.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wonder if I can change my name and when the court asks me why, I&amp;rsquo;ll just say because of&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the green monster with the white teeth, no.&amp;hellip;.because of the DEAD green monster with the&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;broken teeth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gaara smiled eerily at the air,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh yeah, I like the second one better..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hearing the annoying Bruce Lee styled voice laugh Gaara blinked.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Gaara-san you have a great smile, you should do that more often, it&amp;rsquo;ll attract the customers&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gaara&amp;rsquo;s face fell, as he glared.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lee merely laughed it off.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lee checked his watch, it was already 3: 45. Gaara&amp;rsquo;s shift would end within minutes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lee smiled watching as the red-head moved several empty boxes to the back of the store.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He wasn&amp;rsquo;t as bad as his uncle had said he was.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe it just take some patience.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Excuse me where can I -&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Go fuck yourself&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A bead of sweat rolled down his forehead.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay maybe a lot of patience..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;Running towards the startled woman.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m sorry M&amp;rsquo;am, what were you looking for?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gaara smirked taking his apron off, placing it on the counter as Lee scrambled towards the&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;shocked soccer mom.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yo, Gaara!&amp;rdquo; Turning towards the door he saw the form of an unmistakable figure, Kiba joined&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;along with in an arm lock.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;What?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Your &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mommy&lt;/i&gt; told us to pick you up.&amp;rdquo; (Guess who he&amp;rsquo;s talking about, I dare you) He teased with &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A brightened grin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gaara clenched his fist, balling up the green apron along with it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gaara watched as Shino nudged Kiba out of the door way and placing himself in it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hurry up, Hinata&amp;rsquo;s waiting for us&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nodding, Gaara quickly forgot about comment Kiba had made as he put the apron away, walking&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;briskly towards the pair before Lee could spot him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Looking back He saw he was no longer in sight, Gaara merely shrugged, it was better he hadn&amp;rsquo;t&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;heard.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Walking out of the store he followed the two men, enduring the stupidity that flowed from Kiba&amp;rsquo;s&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;equally annoying mouth while Shino as always stayed quiet, opening the doors for both men.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Watching Hinata from the back seat window he nodded as she threw in a helpful smile as he slid&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;into his seat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;LASAGNA HERE I COME!&amp;rdquo; Kiba shouted excitedly as Gaara flinched, Hinata smiling an already&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;motherly smile on her pale face.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gaara grimaced.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Whoever thought it was funny to make the loudest people in the world and drop them into&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;his life was a son of a bitch, scratch that, He was a bastard.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;_________________________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Disappointing? Shity? PLEASE TELL ME!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:aibell_02:2450</id>
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    <title>Imperfections of the Human Mind pt.1</title>
    <published>2009-03-28T18:04:52Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-28T18:04:52Z</updated>
    <category term="this is the new shit marilyn manson gaar"/>
    <lj:music>This is the New Shit by Marilyn Manson</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small"&gt;&lt;p&gt;this is the very first chapter, music by Marilyn Manson&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chapter 1: This is the New Shit&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;p&gt;________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;OH! I love your skin!&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Oh, you like it?&amp;quot; He said looking down at his arm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He smirked twistedly up at the consumer.&amp;quot;Gimme three more years and it's all yours&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The woman looked appauled, slowly walking away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gaara merely stared as the woman's figure left.&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; Stupid cow&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Now, now Gaara-san, don't treat potentional customers that way&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gaara frowned in displeasure watching as he heard his boss walk towards him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fuck&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gaara stared at the horrible image that was his boss as he stood in front of him, his body turned&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;completely towards him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Gaara, it seems that your department has had the lowest sale ratings since you've joined my&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hummble shop&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A girl a few feet away snickered quickly stopping as Gaara began to glare at her, looking back&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gaara came into a trance on the huge things on his boss' face (They aren't pimples!).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p&gt;Those eyebrows...are soo...HUGE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gaara watched his boss' lips move but completely ignored what was coming out of them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Was he getting fired?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finally&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;But no, his boss; 'Gai-sensei' didn't believe in firing anyone, n-o-o-o-o, this asshole was too&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;optimistic for that type of shit, no matter how hard (well deepending on how you looked at it) Gaara&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;tried, the bastard never gave up hope..yet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gaara smirked.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p&gt;My psychiatrist can go to hell, getting this guy to crack in going to be amusing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;If an outsider had been looking close enough they would have notices for the first time a glint of eery&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;happiness appearing on Gaara's usual empty, aqua green eyes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;And so I have decided to have my brilliant nephew work with you to bring prices up!&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gaara blinked up at his boss, missing (thankfully), the speech of spirit and youth he'd just been&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;blabbering on about for the past five or so minutes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just as Gaara caught on he heard the shop door open, those miserable bells chimming happily&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Ah, speak of the devil, here he is!&amp;quot; Gai proclaimed in his harty Elvis voice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gaara felt his heart drop.&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; HOLY SHIT&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He stood quietly gawking at the look-alike-Gai.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shit, it's a motherfucking invasion.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gaara mentally slapped himself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have to stop hanging around Naruto.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;The look-a-like-Gai smiled brightly, taking his hand out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gaara flinched.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p&gt;Too..bright....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gaara stepped back closing his eyes walking into a self.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If an outsider hadn't been blinded by the look-a-like's smile they would have seen the small crows&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;circling around his head as he blacked out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*******************************************************************************************************************&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Gaara?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gaara blinked.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p&gt;Holy shit..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Mom? I thought nice women went to heaven, what are you doing in hell?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Someone snickered.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gaara blinked again, blinded by the white light.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gaara flinched, covering his eyes. &amp;quot;Fuck, this is hell!&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Ah, Gaara-san?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gaara took a moment to let his eyes adjust to the abnormally bright light.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Hn?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gaara looked up at the younger version of his boss.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Shit, did you die too?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The teen laughed. &amp;quot;No Gaara-san , we're not dead, you're in the storage room&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gaara began to look around. &amp;quot;Oh..&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p&gt;Damn, so close.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gaara rubbed his eyes. &amp;quot;How long have I been out?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;An hour or so, you were mummbling alot so, we thought you were alright, if you're dizzy you can&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;still lay down&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gaara shook his head, lifting himself up. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Where the hell did the bed come from?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I'll be fine.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Here let me help&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The mini-me (I love refering lee like this, and now I actually have an excuse! YAY ME!{If you say I&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;got this from Brenda (?) Song, so help me, I will cyber-slap you}) offered his hand, Gaara&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;immediately slapped it away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I'm fine.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Mini-me sighed, &amp;quot;Well, I'm Lee.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gaara nodded, dusting himself off.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Have a nice life then&amp;quot; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Weirdo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;With a simple thud of the storage door, Lee sighed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p&gt;Uncle,you weren't kidding when you said he was really difficult, were you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*******************************************************************************************************************&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gaara opened the door to his apartment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I'm here, if you guys are making out again, have the decency to stop until I get to my room.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gaara waited until he heard a groan from Naruto and a chuckle from Sasuke coming from the living&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;room.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Gaara, there's some burgers in the frige, heat them up&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nodding, he made his way towards the kitchen (covering his eyes!)Gaara opened the frige, plopping&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the burgers into the frige, he waited.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Geez Sasuke, you act like his mother&amp;quot; Naruto said.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gaara tried hard to ignore the blond mop of hair moving around while a portion of plae white skin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;was lifted. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Who's idea was it to put the coach there?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Naruto, s-stop&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hearing the loud (annoying) beep, he hastily grabbed all neccesary items and ran to his room,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;making sure both men could hear the thud in the end.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Now where were we?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gaara sighed putting his ear phones securely in his ear while he cranked up Evanescence to the&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;highest volume as he grabbed a book blindly from the shelf.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p&gt;Like Being Dead.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gaara raised an eyebrow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Never seen this before&amp;quot; He mummbled&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*~*~*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;What's going to kill you, your tragic flaw, is that you fucking &lt;i&gt;survive &lt;/i&gt;everything. You&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;survive unbelievable shit. Dying would be a relief, and there's no relief for you&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gaara held to the last words, the character; Margarita had spoken to the self distructive character;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ilyana.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p&gt;No relief for you...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gaara gulped in fear but kept reading.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;This world is too fucking mean to kill you; the world doesn't want you to die, it wants you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;to suffer&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gaara rubbed his temples.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p&gt;Paranoia, it's just paranoia, don't take this shit too seriously.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;You're fucked&amp;quot; Gerry said, his voice strong and clear for the first time in hours.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;World's got you by the short and curlies. You're going to be a thousand years old,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hunched over like Mother Russia, rocking in your chair, suffering all the burdens of the&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;world.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;Immediately, Gaara shut the book.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Laying it on the night stand, Gaara got off his bed, completely forgeting his burger laying beside him&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;as he headed for desk.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Turning his computer on he immediately checked his e-mail, scanning over junk mail and spam&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;until he found something worth looking at, it was from Temari; his sister.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gaara merely sighed an pressed delete.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why do I even bother?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;Clicking on all current e-mails he pressed delete, watching his inbox suddenly become empty like&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;himself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p&gt;Life is way too pathetic to care anymore...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;##################################################################################&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;I felt like an asshole so I started writing this. Enjoy.</content>
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    <title>Engulfed in a World of Silhouettes</title>
    <published>2009-03-28T17:50:47Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-28T17:50:47Z</updated>
    <category term="depression suicide inner thoughts"/>
    <lj:music>Creep by Radiohead</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I was depressed so I wrote this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span style="display: none"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Viner Hand ITC" size="5"&gt;Engulfed in a World of Silhouettes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Aibell_02&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;___________________________________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font face="Viner Hand ITC" size="5"&gt;&lt;font face="Viner Hand ITC" size="5"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="display: none"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I walk into this world of silhouettes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small"&gt;&lt;span&gt;No one&amp;rsquo;s true identity is revealed, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small"&gt;&lt;span&gt;My life&amp;rsquo;s insignificance growing more and more as time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small"&gt;&lt;span&gt;passes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;ldquo;Have I no purpose?&amp;rdquo; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Each day I ask myself this question and each day it&amp;rsquo;s the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small"&gt;&lt;span&gt;same answer&amp;hellip;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;ldquo;No&amp;rdquo; I wonder why I even bother with my life; success, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small"&gt;&lt;span&gt;wealth, those mean nothing to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small"&gt;&lt;span&gt;They say suicide is for the weak, but then, what am I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Idiotic? Unreasonable? Or just like every damned miserable &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small"&gt;&lt;span&gt;person just looking for an easy way out of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small"&gt;&lt;span&gt;My &amp;ldquo;parents&amp;rdquo; (as some would call them) criticize those who &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small"&gt;&lt;span&gt;kill themselves when they&amp;rsquo;re just too weak to do it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small"&gt;&lt;span&gt;themselves .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hypocritical&amp;rdquo; I think to myself, all thoughts swallowed by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small"&gt;&lt;span&gt;disgust, my very being now lost in the numbness that has &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small"&gt;&lt;span&gt;been eating me inside for the past twenty-one years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I laugh I can still feel the pain as the crimson liquid trickles &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small"&gt;&lt;span&gt;down my wrists, forever wonder what has held me back all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small"&gt;&lt;span&gt;these years, melancholy slowly consuming my body and soul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small"&gt;&lt;span&gt;as I closed my eyes for the last and final time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Those very thoughts echoing in my mind as I slowly entered &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small"&gt;&lt;span&gt;my eternal sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small"&gt;&lt;span&gt;The loud chimes becoming softer and softer each second, as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I remembered the soft lullabies my brother as a child sang to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small"&gt;&lt;span&gt;me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small"&gt;&lt;span&gt;The blood that once ran through my veins now rushing out, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small"&gt;&lt;span&gt;soaking the comforter beneath me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Arigatou Aniki, I whispered softly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Arigatou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="display: none"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="display: none"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: none"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: none"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: none"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:aibell_02:2004</id>
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    <title>Your Gaurdian Angel</title>
    <published>2009-03-28T17:43:51Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-28T17:43:51Z</updated>
    <category term="sasunaru yaoi love post-death angels"/>
    <lj:music>Your Gaurdian Angel by Red Jumpsuit Apperatus</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;I was being an idiot and this happended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Your Guardian Angel&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By Aibell_02&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or the Naruto Characters just the story and plot XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font face="Franklin Gothic Medium"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I&amp;rsquo;m falling, I can feel it, my perfect world slowly evaporating as the wind takes shift.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Water slowly surrounds me, drowning me with pace.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Help me&amp;rdquo; I try to say only to be engulfed with salty water, running now, down my&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;lunges, the once welcoming sun now beating upon me as waves clash with my body,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don&amp;rsquo;t remember how I got here, the only thing appearing of interest was to survive&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and even that seemed useless.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;I guess this is it&amp;rdquo; I thought, my body now becoming numb. &amp;ldquo;I might as well give up&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Naruto!&amp;rdquo;, An unfamiliar boyish voice yelled out, I could hear the waves grow longer&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and louder with each hurried movement.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Naruto!&amp;rdquo; The voice screamed once more, desperation growing quickly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wanted to scream, I wanted to scream to the top of my lungs &amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;M HERE!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I couldn&amp;rsquo;t, my body was far too weak , my throat far too dry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The waves were coming closer, pushing me down in to the oceans depths, slowly&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;muffling the sounds all around me as I closed my eyes, the stinging sensation of the&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;salty water touching my eyes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;NARUTO&amp;rdquo; The voices persistency slightly nerve racking, keeping me alert.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I felt something warm wrap it&amp;rsquo;s hands around my arm pulling and lifting me up to&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the surface as I gasped for air, not once seeing the face of whom I now owed my&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;very life to, the tall dark figure of a man covering the gold merciless rays of sun as they beat upon me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Who are you?&amp;rdquo; I managed to croak out, my mouth dry with the taste of salt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The figure stood still for a moment,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m your guardian angel&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This was meant only for a one-shot I (fortunately) won&amp;rsquo;t be making more chapters in &amp;ldquo;Your Guardian Angel&amp;rdquo;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aibell_02&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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    <title>As I Sit in this Wasteland, Waiting Forever More</title>
    <published>2009-03-28T17:39:01Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-28T17:39:01Z</updated>
    <category term="depression death homelessness starvation"/>
    <lj:music>Wasteland by 10 years</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling depressed so I wrote this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;p&gt;As I sit in this wasteland, waiting forever more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the simple end you know nothing of me, you look directly at me yet you see nothing but this&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sadden person who&amp;rsquo;s cried so much that I&amp;rsquo;ve got no tears to shed, to see that misery you try to&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ignore me and walk away, but don&amp;rsquo;t you see the worst mistake you&amp;rsquo;ve made?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You chose to ignore me as I slowly fall into the unjust world, to see me swallowed slowly by&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;people&amp;rsquo;s greed and watch as I am spit out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No, because just like them, you chose to see what they want to you to see.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So you walk and never look back, the next day you walk in the same path but this time I wont see&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;you, this time my eyes are closed, my heart beat silent.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You gasp in horror and you know what you&amp;rsquo;ve done, you know what you could&amp;rsquo;ve done, and yet&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;you stand there hopeless and paralyzed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the mistake you&amp;rsquo;ve done, and something you will never repeat, but is this how you&amp;rsquo;ve&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;chosen to learn when you know what you should&amp;rsquo;ve done.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I&amp;rsquo;ll see you on the other end, with the waiting, I&amp;rsquo;ll wait, like I always have.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Like the crow waits for the dead I will wait.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:aibell_02:1464</id>
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    <title>Stupify</title>
    <published>2009-03-28T17:32:37Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-28T17:32:37Z</updated>
    <category term="death note yaoi l &amp;amp; light"/>
    <lj:music>Stupify by Disturbed</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;This is a story i also posted on my FanFic account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt; &lt;p&gt;Stupify&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By Aibell_02&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For those who&amp;rsquo;ve been waiting for the second chapter of Imperfections of the Human Mind ;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I HAVE A EXCUSE I SWEAR!&amp;hellip;just let me think of it first.. ^_^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For those who&amp;rsquo;ve not read it but are going to, please, please R&amp;amp;R&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S: I own nothing! &lt;font face="Wingdings"&gt;L&lt;/font&gt; yes sad but true I know..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The song is Stupify by Disturbed&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;______________________________________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Obnoxious son of a b-&amp;rdquo; Light caught himself at mid-thought.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why was he thinking about that S.O.B anyway?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Light stared at Misa from across the table, she was still talking about her damn photo shoot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Light rolled his eyes, &amp;ldquo;That explains a lot&amp;rdquo; he thought resting his chin in his palm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Staring out the window he noticed something..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He preferred to be with L than&amp;hellip;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Light turned to look at Misa, her mouth moving but nothing coming out, nothing he cared about anyway.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;And you know what she said? That complete bitch! She said&amp;hellip;..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Light&amp;rsquo;s right eye twitched.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p&gt;OH MY FUCKIN&amp;rsquo; GOD!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;Light smiled. &amp;ldquo;Um, you know Misa, I just remembered I have to meet up with my father.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Misa&amp;rsquo;s face turned sullen. &amp;ldquo;Oh, but Light, today was our date night!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Light faked his way into being compassionate and said, &amp;ldquo;Yes I know, I&amp;rsquo;m sorry but you know&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Misa just sighed, &amp;ldquo;Yes, yes, I know, family.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A real smile almost slipped from his venom filled lips, but he held back, he was after all the god of the new world, there would be no slip ups.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;ll talk to you tomorrow then&amp;rdquo; Misa said hopefully.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Light merely smiled (fake and perfect as always) before leaving the restaurant.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;You wish&amp;rdquo; He thought, twisting his face in disgust.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;______________________________________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The door squeaked as he opened it as gently as possible.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He hated that door, because he knew what was behind it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A vein popped from his forehead, somehow annoyed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Fucking L.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stepping inside he saw something he hadn&amp;rsquo;t expected&amp;hellip;..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nothing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Light looked around, panic reaching his perfect face.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;L?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Light licked his lips.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Calm down&amp;rdquo; He said to himself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;L where the hell are you?&amp;rdquo; He said frustrated, feeling slightly stupid, after all this was L he was talking about&amp;hellip;.then again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Light mentally slapped himself. &amp;ldquo;Don&amp;rsquo;t be an idiot&amp;rdquo; He said to himself, rubbing his temples.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Closing the door behind him he used the computer screen&amp;rsquo;s light as a guide around the humongous metallic looking room.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He walked around the room, expecting to be startled by one of L&amp;rsquo;s stupid tricks or at least Watari but nothing ever crept behind him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He felt like a ghost on replay, walking around repeating L&amp;rsquo;s name.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sighing, Light decided to sit in the dented seat, L&amp;rsquo;s form already printed on to it from hours of looking into the screen in front of it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hearing the sounds of music being played, Light saw a pair of headphones a few inches away from him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Feeling tempted, he pick them up, looking around he put them on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Why, do you like playing around with&lt;br /&gt;My, narrow scope of reality&lt;br /&gt;I, can feel it all start slipping&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm breaking down &lt;br /&gt;Why, do you like playing around with&lt;br /&gt;My, narrow scope of reality&lt;br /&gt;I, can feel it all start slipping away&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;Light felt himself move to the beat of the song, as if it had something to do with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;ldquo;See but I don't get it&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think maybe we could put it on credit&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think it can take control when I don't let it&lt;br /&gt;I get stupified&lt;br /&gt;It's all the same you say&lt;br /&gt;Live with it &lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;Light felt a tap on his shoulder, startled, he jumped.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Turning around he saw L stand before him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He blushed deep red as his eyes seem to lower to the much closer member of L.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Light mentally slapped himself, no screw the slap, virtually beat the crap out of himself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hello, Yagami-san&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Light gulped. &amp;ldquo;Um, hi L&amp;rdquo; he said, slowly moving out of the seat, taking the headphones off and handing them to his &amp;lsquo;partner&amp;rsquo;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;L merely shook his head. &amp;ldquo;No, keep listening, it seems as though you were into it.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seeing no other way out of his current situation Light nodded.&lt;br /&gt;Looking down at the cord he pulled on it, letting the sound echo around them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p&gt;All the people in the left wing rock&lt;br /&gt;And all the people in the right wing rock&lt;br /&gt;And all the people in the underground rock&lt;br /&gt;I find myself stupified, coming back again&lt;br /&gt;All the people in the high rise rock&lt;br /&gt;And all the people in the projects rock&lt;br /&gt;And all la gente in the barrio rock&lt;br /&gt;I find myself stupified, coming back again&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;Light watched as L grabbed a seat besides him, sitting in the same position as always, concentrating on the music.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why, do you like playing around with&lt;br /&gt;My, narrow scope of reality&lt;br /&gt;I, can feel it all start slipping I think I'm breaking down&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why, do you like playing around with&lt;br /&gt;My, narrow scope of reality&lt;br /&gt;I, can feel it all start slipping away&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;He watched as his thumb slipped into his mouth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Light fought against himself to lick his lips.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See but I don't get it&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think maybe we could put it on credit&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think it can take control when I don't let it&lt;br /&gt;I get stupefied&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;His heart pounded against his chest, member twitching in his pants.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Placing the headphones down, he made his move.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all the same you say&lt;br /&gt;Live with it&lt;br /&gt;I don't get it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;Light felt L&amp;rsquo;s surprise as he moved his thumb away and replaced it with his mouth instead.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Don't you think maybe we could put it on credit&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think it can take control when I don't let it&lt;br /&gt;I get stupified I get stupefied&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;And don't deny me&lt;br /&gt;No baby now, don't deny me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;Feeling him accept his kiss, Light pushed on, brutality winning over brains as he pushed L&amp;rsquo;s legs away from each other as he slipped his hand down.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And darlin' don't be afraid&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stepping on the wrong side of the chair, both Light and L fell to the grounded&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't get it&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think maybe we could put it on credit&lt;br /&gt;Don't think it can take control when I don't let it&lt;br /&gt;I get stupified&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Light gulped already feeling himself get moist.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Light-kun?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Moving his right hand from L&amp;rsquo;s side, he lowered it, moving it under L&amp;rsquo;s shirt, the tip of his fingers tracing his pale skin, watching as the older man shivered beneath his touch.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Light&amp;rsquo;s lips twisted into a smile.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p&gt;Look in my face, stare in my soul&lt;br /&gt;I begin to stupify&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pumping it he watched the angelic look on the 24 year old&amp;rsquo;s face, it was amazing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;It&amp;rsquo;s better than having sex with Misa&amp;rdquo; He thought, watching L as he thrusted his hips into his hands.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p&gt;Look in my face, stare in my soul&lt;br /&gt;I begin to stupify&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;Leaning into the struggling man&amp;rsquo;s arms he began to bite down on his collar, watching as L gave into a soft moan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Light grinned, &amp;ldquo;So much better&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p&gt;Look in my face, stare in my soul&lt;br /&gt;I begin to stupify&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip; I&amp;lsquo;m sorry I&amp;lsquo;m just a kid I can&amp;lsquo;t write this yet!&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;.................................................&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Don&amp;rsquo;t hate me!&amp;hellip;because I&amp;rsquo;m beautiful..XD~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Light awoke why a heavy mass in his arms.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Damn it, did Misa break into my room again?&amp;rdquo; He asked himself, blinking as he saw a black mop of hair.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;W-what the?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The mass shifted, finally deciding to twist it&amp;rsquo;s body towards Light&amp;rsquo;s chest.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Light&amp;rsquo;s eyes widened as he saw the face beneath the messy black hair, it was L!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Light&amp;rsquo;s heart nearly stopped as he discovered something else.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p&gt;HE WAS NAKED!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p&gt;JUST WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED LAST NIGHT?!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*************************************************************************************&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Some hours before&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;Misa frowned into her cup of coffee, letting the cream fall in and mixing with the black making it form like small clouds in the cup.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Ah, Misa-san!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Misa looked up surprised, watching as the kind smiling face of the police officer shinned as he got closer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Ah, Misa-san, where&amp;rsquo;s Light-san?&amp;rdquo; He asked searching for the missing date.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Misa&amp;rsquo;s face fell. &amp;ldquo;Light had to leave to meet his father&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Matsuda simple nodded. &amp;ldquo;Um, Misa-san, what are those bottles for?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Huh?&amp;rdquo; Misa stared blankly at the empty red bottles beside the cream.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Oh, those, some lady gave them to me say they were aphrodisiacs, she said if you drank them they would lead you to the person you desire most&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Matsuda blushed, &amp;ldquo;Did Light-san drink them?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Misa frowned, &amp;ldquo;Yes, I poured them into his coffee when he went to the bathroom, but I think the woman lied because they didn&amp;rsquo;t work on him.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;____________________________________________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know it kinda sucks but there ya go, for those who&amp;rsquo;ve been reading, please don&amp;rsquo;t kill me, I&amp;rsquo;m working on it, truly I am!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank you for bothering to read, if I made any mistakes please tell me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Sitting up he began undoing L&amp;rsquo;s pants, taking his long pale member out, precome already oozing from the slit.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Light blink stupidly towards L, his body glowing by the screen&amp;rsquo;s light, his erection easily seen even under his baggy pants.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tefached&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tefached&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I don't get it&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think maybe we could put it on credit&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think it can take control when I don't let it&lt;br /&gt;I get stupified , I get stupified&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:aibell_02:1178</id>
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    <title>Gentle Promise</title>
    <published>2009-03-28T17:24:46Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-28T17:33:17Z</updated>
    <category term="sasunaru yaoi love deep promise"/>
    <lj:music>Nemo by Nightwish</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;This was actually a story I made a very long time ago that I posted on my Fanfiction.net account so I decided to post it on this as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gentle Promise&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Is there such a thing as eternal love?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;By Aibell_02&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;________________________________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He stands besides me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He says he loves me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;This gentle promise&amp;quot; He says&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I will keep&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But then he leaves&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I cry and weep&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can't bear to live any longer&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;God is merciless&amp;quot; I say to myself&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I sob once more&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I awake bye someone shaking me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As I open my eyes I see him&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I see his onyx eyes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;His ebony locks falling on his porcelain skin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Naruto, what's the matter? You were crying in your sleep&amp;quot; He says his voice velvety.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I stare at him wide eyed&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Sasuke?&amp;quot; I whisper, unable to believe such a horrible feeling could be just a simple&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;dream.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Who else would it be?&amp;quot; He responds&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can feel warm tears begin to fall down my cheek as I embrace him&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Oh Sasuke,&amp;quot; I say, choking in between sobs&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sasuke unknowing of the nightmare I had , he slowly wraps his arms around me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Protectively&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Shhh,&amp;quot; He says&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;It's okay, now please stop crying&amp;quot; He begs me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After I've calmed down, I noticed where I was&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Without knowing he'd moved me on to his lap&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I sniffed, I could feel the warmth in him as he held me close&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I rest my head in his shoulder feeling a bit light headed&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I could only imagined how I looked right now&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In my childish pajamas with the ridiculous hat he and I once fought over me wearing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I looked up at him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My eyes wide like saucers , tear stains on my cheek, eyes possibly red &amp;amp; puffy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Sasuke, do you love me?&amp;quot; I asked&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sasuke looked down at me as if I'd grown two heads&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And said, &amp;quot;Of course I love you&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Why would you ask such a stupid question, dobe?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Realizing what the dream was about, Sasuke pulled me closer to him&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Naruto, I do and always will love you, and nothing, not even that snake Orochimaru will&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ever make me leave your side&amp;quot; He said, kissing my cheek&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Leaving me to blush.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Really?&amp;quot; I asked , not completely believing him&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sasuke chuckled responding&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Yes Naruto, believe it&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Before I could say anything Sasuke's lips caught mine surprising me for a moment before&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I began responding to the kiss&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The rest of the night I slept peacefully with Sasuke by my side.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;___________________ OWARI!! ________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please tell me what you guys think!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Before I forget, this was actually created for a friend of mine for her birthday, sadly we&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;lost contact a few years back.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is also dedicated to the bestest guy in the world; MY BF!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know you hate yaoi, but I don&amp;rsquo;t really have a straight pairing to go with this since I&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;always tend to make a character gay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:aibell_02:962</id>
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    <title>The Day</title>
    <published>2009-03-28T17:14:49Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-28T17:33:58Z</updated>
    <category term="poem blind aibell aka dannie"/>
    <lj:music>House of Wolves by My Chemical Romance</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;&lt;span&gt;The Day&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; by Aibell_02&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day I see your happy face&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the day the sun refuses to wake&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the day I have the love I need&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will be the day I see the light&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The light of sound&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The light of sight&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The light that crashes down on me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The day I see the light&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will be the day the world is blind&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Blind with bandages&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Envelpoing the sight that blessed the sky, the earth and the moon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That is the day I'll see the light.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>AFTERLIFE</title>
    <published>2009-03-28T17:07:33Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-28T17:20:19Z</updated>
    <category term="death note yaoi afterlife death a7x"/>
    <lj:music>AfterLife by A7x</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the point of writing this I was going to make it in to chapters but I decided not to for several reasons I can't say at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;&lt;span&gt;AfterLife by Aibell_02&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light for all he knew was stuck on Limbo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Never to go to earth or Hell but Light was alright with it, now he didn&amp;rsquo;t have to explain himself to his father&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anymore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Walking away from his place near a classroom window he left the imaginary classroom made up by one of&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the Death Note users; a child named Clyde who&amp;rsquo;d used the death note without knowing what it really was.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The writer of his death was his elder sister, one day he&amp;rsquo;d made her mad and she found his death note and&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;wrote his name down, his death was meet by a speeding car in Ireland in the month of February 28, 1995.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Light sighed, once again walking down a paved road made up by another death note user, ignoring the&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;false sunlight that glared down on him while fields wheat grass swayed back and forth by a breeze that&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;entered from the human world and exited towards the heavens.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A peace of the sky opened as Light watched rays shimmered down gracefully.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Following it he ran it to the wheat, never stopping to look back or even noticing he was crossing the boarder&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Of Heaven and Limbo, stopping until he stood beneath the light he closed his eyes, his body returning to the&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;way it was years before he&amp;rsquo;d started writing in the note book, his image appearing like that of a 16 year&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;old&amp;rsquo;s, young and innocent.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Feeling his legs give in he let himself fall, the wheat acting like a cushion hugging his body into a tight&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;cocoon , his eyes never leaving the bright rays as his vision became blurry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*************************************************************************************&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He awoke hours later, the sky a dark sapphire filled with jewel like stars.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sitting up he heard laughter coming from all sides.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Standing, he found a child, hair black and shiny, eyes like an endless abyss, skin as white as&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Milk draped in familiar clothes, a long sleeve shirt and baggy jeans.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The boy laughed sweetly as he ran in circles, skipping, jumping in an endless tune.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Light stood surprised, he&amp;rsquo;d never seen this child before, he didn&amp;rsquo;t even seem like a death note user.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Light!&amp;rdquo; the boy yelled.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Light, come on! Catch me! Catch me!&amp;rdquo; He yelled, laughing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Light rose an eyebrow. How did he know his name?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Who are you?!&amp;rdquo; He asked raising his voice but the child merely laughed running towards the dusty road.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gritting his teeth Light began to chase after him, the boy&amp;rsquo;s body illuminating the darkened night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Light listened to the endless laughter as he began to laugh himself, tears escaping from this soulless eyes for&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the first time in 10 human years.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stopping himself, Light let his breath catch up as he leaned against his left leg, looking up the boy now&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;stood beside him, a teasing grin plastered on his face as he laughed breathlessly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Light you&amp;rsquo;re so slow!&amp;rdquo;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;How do you know my name?&amp;rdquo; He asked once more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The boy merely grinned.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;You don&amp;rsquo;t remember me&amp;hellip;..&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Slowly his form began to grow, until he matched light&amp;rsquo;s size.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Light-kun?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;_____________________________________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Forgive me if this doesn&amp;rsquo;t make sense, I tried my best.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strike&gt;But seeing as I&amp;rsquo;m doped up on cold medicine you can&amp;rsquo;t blame me.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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