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  <updated>2006-08-10T05:27:42Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:isometric_dream:4263</id>
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    <title>isometric_dream @ 2006-08-10T02:25:00</title>
    <published>2006-08-10T05:27:42Z</published>
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    <content type="html">'ll Try Anything Once The Strokes lyrics&lt;br /&gt;Artist: The Strokes&lt;br /&gt;Album: Other Songs Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;Title: I'll Try Anything Once 	Print&lt;br /&gt;Correct&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten decisions shape your life,&lt;br /&gt;you'll be aware of 5 above,&lt;br /&gt;7 ways to go through school,&lt;br /&gt;either you're noticed or left out,&lt;br /&gt;7 ways to get ahead,&lt;br /&gt;7 reasons to drop out,&lt;br /&gt;when i said ' I can see me in your eyes',&lt;br /&gt;you said 'I can see you in my bed',&lt;br /&gt;that's not just friendship that's romance too,&lt;br /&gt;you like music we can dance to,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sit me down,&lt;br /&gt;Shut me up,&lt;br /&gt;i'll calm down,&lt;br /&gt;and i'll get along with you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a time when we all fail,&lt;br /&gt;some people take it pretty well,&lt;br /&gt;some take it all out on themselves,&lt;br /&gt;some they just take it out on friends,&lt;br /&gt;oh everybody plays the game,&lt;br /&gt;and if you don't you're called insane,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't don't don't don't it's not safe no more,&lt;br /&gt;i've got to see you one more time,&lt;br /&gt;soon you were born,&lt;br /&gt;in 1984,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sit me down,&lt;br /&gt;shut me up,&lt;br /&gt;i'll calm down,&lt;br /&gt;and i'll get along with you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody was well dressed,&lt;br /&gt;and everybody was a mess,&lt;br /&gt;6 things without fail you must do,&lt;br /&gt;so that your woman loves just you,&lt;br /&gt;oh all the girls played mental games,&lt;br /&gt;and all the guys were dressed the same,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not try it all,&lt;br /&gt;if you only remember it once,&lt;br /&gt;ooooooooooooooooooooooo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sit me down,&lt;br /&gt;shut me up,&lt;br /&gt;i'll calm down,&lt;br /&gt;and i'll get along with you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(okay one more time)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:isometric_dream:3736</id>
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    <title>isometric_dream @ 2006-07-12T01:49:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-12T05:05:14Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Time eclipses passed us and here we fall between the barriers of what appeared to be a brake in the path. Walking through a valley of crimsine roses and thorns made of glass, clear and abstruse starring me down. Will I pass through this test of graditude, integrity and fear? Moving forward I know my path will clear and time will become still and I will walk through the sunshine that beams for many distant,touching warm and tranquil seas. I see my reflection upon the mirror surface there I will stand proud expelling the essence of strength perseverance and contentment. A smile radiant and genuine stretching out allowing the warmth and comfort of being home. Here I will lay watching the the eagles soar over the scarlet and citris skies illuminating with all self doubt removed. Within the meditaion I will sleep withing this gentle breeze floating through the horizon ready to become one with myself.</content>
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    <title>passive hearts</title>
    <published>2005-09-13T13:11:56Z</published>
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    <content type="html">How do you immerce yourself in music, how do you taste its sugared lips, how to you see its sensual eyes, how is that the feeling that you obtain is merely stimulation of neurons inside your head and not a physical reality.&lt;br /&gt;I must say that music is nothing more than a dream a fantasy of a greater life, much like spirituality.. you may be able to hear or feel its presents but on a critical thinking level, is it really here???&lt;br /&gt;I know how each elevation in octive can send goosepumps on my skin, I know how each snare beat can make my blood rush to every orfice of my body.. I know that the base tickles my ear drums and sometimes as blissful the song may appeare a tear can form in the corner of my eye when i feel it embrace me.&lt;br /&gt;When is it that we discovered sounds as a tool of pleasure, how did we decided that 4/4 is a common beat, or a rational one at the matter, could off time music still be beautiful to someone who has never heard beat as a metrical loop?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:isometric_dream:511</id>
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    <title>isometric_dream @ 2005-09-02T17:04:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-02T20:28:42Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-04T13:50:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My head is a mess, I want to philosophy but sadly with my dismay, thoughts are never able to imprint upon the screen or paper.&lt;br /&gt;A disconnection from myself, although I know this is the true method of eradicate fears &amp; elevating my positive.&lt;br /&gt;Living fast like a bullet, leaving the station, my mind has not has time to comprehend what I cherish, desire and miss.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if it has have been ever possible in the first place to remain solitary in Greece, become one of society without losing my identity.&lt;br /&gt;Questions I ask myself everyday if I will ever be able to rest my feet upon the solidarity of my heavenly and warm, gentle &amp; waters upon my back, staring at the clear blue sky untarnished by the wiped sculptured clouds. The mountains of white rock like a wall barricading us from others eyes... Mountains at eye level of the third island where monks prayed. Time has allowed me to remember spots that I had forgotten from the over amount of stimulation, a culture shock perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;My heart tears to one piece when I remember my love for daily walks with sand upon my feet, cheese pies and frappe.&lt;br /&gt;I remember perfectly when I was entered Zurich airport after I left Greece hearing a gentlemen speak Greek and everyone else had different sorts of languages and Greek made my heart jump. I miss it so much, I miss the dog on the balcony, I miss walk to the record store, I miss Miroir, and I miss my friends. &lt;br /&gt;This leads me to believe that no matter where you are in life, apart of your heart is left behind, a part of your existence well at least in your mind. Memories of places &amp; people invade my mind and they will always remain immortal, as they were when we last said goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;A joy to be in the midst of memories but a sad solemn place that makes you take life for granted because there is just another adventure behind it. If I had not dwelled on my past memories while I was in Greece, then maybe I would have enjoyed it more.. Planned out my times to see the things and embracing every last aspect of it. &lt;br /&gt;I wonder why Greece was a part of path to be where I am today, why was this is my card or was this my own doing.&lt;br /&gt;I want to travel, I want to learn new cultures, and I was to study and learn life as it is, as each culture progresses through time, passing and changing like a wave. To miss the beauty of the world changing around you is the one of the greatest tragedy, there is so much to observe, and there is so much to experience and so much bliss of happiness to absorb you.&lt;br /&gt;What am I missing while I sit in this town, what am I missing when I stare at the screen, What am I missing when I think of what I am missing.... &lt;br /&gt;Years move by like a clock.. Slow and steady it seems at first but as each minute passes you know its not turning back. &lt;br /&gt;Sooner or later you cannot keep up with it falling down in dismay, you know it will never stop.....</content>
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