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  <title>the sun is up, the sky is blue, it&apos;s beautiful</title>
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  <description>Some one used my pan. Then did not clean it, I fry bananas in that pan. Skinner was telling me to let it go. I can&apos;t help but feel angry about their dis respect. They got their own stuff.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I liked dealing with the ghosts better&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  So I hid in my closet&amp;nbsp; not wanting to deal with them&amp;nbsp; for&amp;nbsp; a short while.&amp;nbsp; I wanted them to just leave me alone. Instead they kept calling for me and demand&amp;nbsp; I cook fish for them.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just held onto my pan and&amp;nbsp; squeezed tighter in.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;GO&amp;nbsp;AWAY&amp;nbsp;just GO&amp;nbsp;AWAY&amp;nbsp;please just stop .&amp;nbsp; They won&apos;t shut up. &amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <description>The rain never stays away.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I had been&amp;nbsp; trying to&amp;nbsp; find Max.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;We are staying at the temple now. &lt;br /&gt;The green mist flows into our old house.&lt;br /&gt;I do not trust it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We took the film and what we needed out.&lt;br /&gt;Max if you are okay please contact me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is weird, this temple is not what it seems. Yet it is dry and that works for me.</description>
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  <description>Pru was more or less content. &amp;nbsp; Looking over the &amp;nbsp; fire and&amp;nbsp; feelling the jungle air. &amp;nbsp; Yet making her a guard was not a good idea. So this of course was &amp;nbsp; not done. &amp;nbsp; Frying a banana seemed like a fun thing at the moment. She was&amp;nbsp; hungry and it would taste bad.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Want one they taste really good.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Makes them taste sweeter.&quot; She stated.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Not such a bad village when it is safe.&quot;</description>
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  <description>This makes no sense.&amp;nbsp; I should not have arrived here and I know I am not tripping now. We are okay but&amp;nbsp; this is creepy.&amp;nbsp; I can remember when the radio crackled. The Tv seemed more vibrant . Not sure why I saw a tv.&amp;nbsp; Was that even real?</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 23 Apr 2008 22:00:29 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Plaster and paints I cough. &lt;br /&gt;This was a really bad trip. People had been shooting at me&lt;br /&gt;Has Tv got into my head?&amp;nbsp; Images of war made real?&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure where I am.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;It is like the images I saw.&lt;br /&gt;in black and white</description>
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