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    <description><![CDATA[Now here's a broad who looks like he'd be fun to knock back tequila shooters with at a party, because you just know five minutes later his speedo's gonna end up on the ceiling fan and he'll be table-dancing all over some other bitch's jacket.

A self-described &quot;untouchable,&quot; that lowest rung of the high school social ladder below the band geeks, stoners, and girls who got pregnant the first time they put out, teenage gay-bo Kkris T An epitomizes the abject humiliation of puberty: as gawky, unpopular and inappropriate-boner-popping as the day is long.]]></description>
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	      <title><![CDATA[I once jumped off a cliff...]]></title>
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	      <description><![CDATA[<p>I went swimming once at this cool lake every one was jumping off this kind of cliff thing, I got in line and jumped, it was high enough that I had time to think to think like i'm still falling that i haven't landed yet.<br />We all have a moment of reality with true emotions, a moment when your passions take over your fears, a moment that keeps death from dying, and life from flirting around. Loving again hurts even if it's right but don't be afraid, don't be like everybody else.</p>]]></description>
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	      <dc:creator>kkristanrocks</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2009-06-20T16:25:00Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[Call Me! Bitch]]></title>
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	      <dc:creator>kkristanrocks</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2009-06-18T22:55:00Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[Kkris T An: A Gay Advocate (thinkb4youspeak.com)]]></title>
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	      <dc:creator>kkristanrocks</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2009-06-18T22:51:00Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[Ouch!]]></title>
	      <link>http://kkristanrocks.buzznet.com/user/journal/4224701/ouch/</link>
	      <description><![CDATA[<p>I've done it again, I touched your heart when I promised not to do it again. I threw the brick right at your window and woke up the feelings I thought were gone, we've have to the top but we've forgotten how it feels to be in the bottom, we have accepted it and replayed it. We know the butterflies are still there, we've share pain and shame, you blame me for causing you so much regret.</p>]]></description>
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	      <dc:creator>kkristanrocks</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2009-06-18T22:50:00Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[Analogies and mama's boys]]></title>
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	      <description><![CDATA[<p>I'm telling you, you couldn't afford me... you styled yourself with DKNY trying to hide from the "exterior" when you knew she was no good for you, it's like hiding under your carnivore-mother's skirt or asking your dad who is a hunter also a cheat to let you barrow his truck. That same feeling of knowing your roots were always rotten, your stomach simply stoped being so presuasive because you have no guts, no history. The butterflies are dead, how would you tell if your intuitions are right and your decisions trustworthy. I will definitely thank your dad's genes for that, and congratulate your mother for creating the perfect human being who strictly follow the rules, honors his parents, believes in god and eats meat.</p>
<p>You thought love was exported from a remote place, and affection grew on trees, trees that were watered with gifts and crumbs from your last relationship. You ate the last fruit and let it dry to death so stop running for buckets of water you don't own this tree anymore, go carve your name elsewhere... and don't forget to take your swing which you never used by the way.</p>]]></description>
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	      <dc:creator>kkristanrocks</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2009-06-18T22:34:00Z</dc:date>
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