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  <pubDate>Fri, 24 Feb 2006 00:55:28 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>you know you&apos;re a 90&apos;s kid if.....</title>
  <author>fani_oh@yahoo.com</author>  <link>http://nothingbrite.livejournal.com/143687.html</link>
  <description>You&apos;ve ever ended a sentence with the word &quot;PSYCHE!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can sing the rap to &quot;The Fresh Prince Of Bel Air&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that &quot;WOAH&quot; comes from Joey from &quot;Blossom&quot; and that &quot;How Rude!&quot; comes from Stephanie from &quot;Full House&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember when it was actually worth getting up early&lt;br /&gt;on a Saturday to watch cartoons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got super excited when it was Oregon Trail day in computer class at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember reading &quot;Goosebumps&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the profound meaning of &quot;Wax on, wax off&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You took plastic cartoon lunch boxes to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember the craze then the banning of slap bracelets and slam books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You still get the urge to say &quot;NOT&quot; after (almost) every sentence...Not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You knew that Kimberly, the pink ranger, and Tommy, the green Ranger were meant to be together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember &quot;I&apos;ve fallen and I can&apos;t get up&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember going to the skating rink before there were inline skates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ever got injured on a Slip &apos;n&apos; Slide&lt;br /&gt;You wore socks over leggings scrunched down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot; Miss Mary Mack, Mack, Mack, all dressed in black, black, black, with silver buttons, buttons, buttons, all down her back, back, back&quot; SHE ASKED HER MOTHER MOTHER MOTHER FOR FIFTY CENTS CENTS CENTS TO SEE THE ELEPHANTS ELEPHANTS ELEPHANTS JUMP OVER THE FENCE THE FENCE THE FENCE&quot;&lt;br /&gt;he jumped so high high high he touched the sky sky sky and he didnt come back back back til the forth of july ly ly he jumped so low ow ow he stumbed he&apos;s toe oe oe and thats the end end end of the elephants show ow ow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember boom boxes vs. cd players&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You knew what it meant to say &quot;Care Bear Stare&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember Alf, the little brown alien from Melmac and Vicki the Robot from &quot;MY Little Wonder&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember New Kids on The Block when they were cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You knew all the characters names and their life stories on &quot;Saved By The Bell&quot; (STORMY!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You played and or collected &quot;Pogs&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You used to pretend to be a MIGHTY MORPHIN Power Ranger and you owned a Skip It&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had at least one GigaPet or Nano and brought it everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You watched the original Care Bears, and Ninja Turtles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yikes pencils and erasers were the shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember when the new Beanie Babies were always sold out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember a time before the WB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You&apos;ve gotten creeped out by &quot;Are You Afraid of the Dark?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You thought it would be so cool to be Alex Mack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the Macarena by heart.. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot; Talk to the hand&quot; ... enough said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You thought Brain would finally take over the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always said, &quot;Then why don&apos;t you marry it!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u remember watching 90210</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 13 Dec 2005 22:10:31 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>guess who?</title>
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  <description>&lt;img src=&quot;http://gallery.milwaukeenights.com/albums/112805-rain/abi.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she&apos;s such a slut</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 12 Dec 2005 21:13:03 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>i&apos;m not sure if i&apos;ve always known this and i&apos;m just realizing this now... but potheads cant be friends with ppl who arent potheads. i mean real friends. they always need their pot. assholes.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 08 Nov 2005 18:22:55 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>does anyone want a bulldog?</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 06 Apr 2005 18:39:13 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>if anyone knows how to get ahold of adam carr, please let me know.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 07 Jun 2004 13:05:07 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>one thing</title>
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  <description>if i had more time, i&apos;d probably write too much and that is probably a good thing. but i ask one thing and one thing only: accept me for who i am..... or in your words: who i have become. thanx.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 15 Apr 2004 01:49:28 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>------just what the world needs (michelle tea)-------</title>
  <author>fani_oh@yahoo.com</author>  <link>http://nothingbrite.livejournal.com/88488.html</link>
  <description>i can say something cosmic like&lt;br /&gt;our tongues opened navel chakras and&lt;br /&gt;out marched a hundred and twenty eight dakinis&lt;br /&gt;licking lips bumping hips doing shit dakinis do&lt;br /&gt;and when u ran for the bus quick like that you&lt;br /&gt;left some in my belly they need to see u they want&lt;br /&gt;to go home&lt;br /&gt;and i&apos;d like mine back too.&lt;br /&gt;i can say something dysfunctional like&lt;br /&gt;it&apos;s me falling back on my past like a plate glass&lt;br /&gt;window i&apos;m gonna end up slipping on the shards&lt;br /&gt;getting cut&lt;br /&gt;bleeding&lt;br /&gt;or how about i&apos;m an animal just an animal&lt;br /&gt;a dumb fucking animal with a nose that sniffs&lt;br /&gt;and a tongue that licks and you are too&lt;br /&gt;dont call dont call just&lt;br /&gt;die pretty like marilyn monroe&lt;br /&gt;leave me writing poems about closure and completion&lt;br /&gt;stuffed with longing like a xmas stocking,&lt;br /&gt;trival gifts i dont need at all but better&lt;br /&gt;than what i&apos;ll be writing weeks from now if&lt;br /&gt;i find u on my doorstep shit like never trust a man,&lt;br /&gt;all men are dogs and men who needs them cliche shit&lt;br /&gt;i already knew anyway listen u left my stomach&lt;br /&gt;spinning like a psychedelic drug toy you left my cunt&lt;br /&gt;like a flower that wont stop unfolding left my friends&lt;br /&gt;confused and a little upset left me kicking identity into&lt;br /&gt;the gutter like a tin can every time i walk by your house&lt;br /&gt;got me writing a fucking love poem like &lt;br /&gt;girl meets boy just what the world needs on more&lt;br /&gt;girl-boy love poem got me chewing on my tongue&lt;br /&gt;like a secret i gotta tell again and again and&lt;br /&gt;ive got your fingernails tucked under my sleeve,&lt;br /&gt;lying sharp on my wrist, did u know you forgot them,&lt;br /&gt;do u want them back?</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 09 Apr 2004 02:25:36 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>---lies we tell ourselves (marj hahne)-----</title>
  <author>fani_oh@yahoo.com</author>  <link>http://nothingbrite.livejournal.com/87204.html</link>
  <description>there&apos;s nothing wrong with&lt;br /&gt;two ppl agreeing to use each other but&lt;br /&gt;let&apos;s call it what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;sensual pleasure&quot; sounds good, sounds up-&lt;br /&gt;standing, sounds so very self-evolved.&lt;br /&gt;a good shit gives me sensual pleasure but&lt;br /&gt;it&apos;s still a shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so let&apos;s call it what it is. &lt;br /&gt;let&apos;s stop this euphemistic twist&lt;br /&gt;of tongue, let&apos;s stop this tryst of &lt;br /&gt;word tricks in the back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seat of your joystick joy ride,&lt;br /&gt;high-speed hot rod coming to a grinding&lt;br /&gt;halt. turn off your triple-a lip service,&lt;br /&gt;that two-timing sliming out of both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sides of your spinning orb of mouth around&lt;br /&gt;some cockamamie cock-a-doodle&lt;br /&gt;doo doo. you you you you you&lt;br /&gt;stop wheeling your spun-out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deals stuck in the burnt-orange mud&lt;br /&gt;of second-chakra ruts in my road&lt;br /&gt;rags; save your judas kisses&lt;br /&gt;for some other ass&apos;s cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really, let&apos;s call it what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&quot;sensual pleasure&quot; aint no&lt;br /&gt;tantric trance when you&apos;re frantically&lt;br /&gt;banging your yang angainst yin;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it&apos;s a fancy phrase you chant,&lt;br /&gt;you coo when a coup d&apos;etwat&lt;br /&gt;is your master plan, a booby trap,&lt;br /&gt;your trojan-horse maneuver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to move her to yes yes yes&lt;br /&gt;you&apos;re the best at your con-&lt;br /&gt;sensual party for one. yes,&lt;br /&gt;do honor her, serve her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a stiff cocktail straight up,&lt;br /&gt;let her drink your vintage creme de&lt;br /&gt;dink, dunk her cookie in it.&lt;br /&gt;you sure know how to work a room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;done up with gorgeous rugs covering&lt;br /&gt;floorboards weakedned by the wood&lt;br /&gt;workers who came before you.&lt;br /&gt;you sure know how to tame a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caged pussy, so hurt, so hungry, it purrrs&lt;br /&gt;under your slippery-fingered touch. &lt;br /&gt;so let&apos;s stop this cat-o&apos;-nine-tales&lt;br /&gt;whip of self-actual lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let&apos;s call it what it is:&lt;br /&gt;-fucking-&lt;br /&gt;and fucking you by any other name&lt;br /&gt;is just bad fiction.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 09 Apr 2004 02:13:03 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>i want to share poems</title>
  <author>fani_oh@yahoo.com</author>  <link>http://nothingbrite.livejournal.com/86965.html</link>
  <description>----six minutes writing (kadija sesay)----&lt;br /&gt;the first day&lt;br /&gt;was the longest,&lt;br /&gt;the day after u left. &lt;br /&gt;i spent&lt;br /&gt;six hours sleeping&lt;br /&gt;six hours reading&lt;br /&gt;six hours eating&lt;br /&gt;six hours sitting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;six minutes writing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fighting&lt;br /&gt;every inclination in me&lt;br /&gt;to convince the&lt;br /&gt;holiday company that&lt;br /&gt;i was too ill to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;away, from u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wasnt homesick,&lt;br /&gt;just yousick&lt;br /&gt;which annoyed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until today i didnt believe&lt;br /&gt;that it&apos;s not where u are&lt;br /&gt;but who you&apos;re with&lt;br /&gt;that makes the difference&lt;br /&gt;between being content and being happy.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 08 Dec 2003 22:49:19 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>yo</title>
  <author>fani_oh@yahoo.com</author>  <link>http://nothingbrite.livejournal.com/62420.html</link>
  <description>will someone PLEASE go dancing with me this weekend?!!?!?!?!!??!</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 01 Dec 2003 02:00:27 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>i&apos;ve just realized:</title>
  <author>fani_oh@yahoo.com</author>  <link>http://nothingbrite.livejournal.com/60374.html</link>
  <description>we can&apos;t get along because we&apos;re so goddamn alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank u for the times when we could stand each other.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 24 Sep 2003 21:05:07 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>locked</title>
  <author>fani_oh@yahoo.com</author>  <link>http://nothingbrite.livejournal.com/45508.html</link>
  <description>no drama may enter</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 04 Aug 2003 16:30:45 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>yay!</title>
  <author>fani_oh@yahoo.com</author>  <link>http://nothingbrite.livejournal.com/31638.html</link>
  <description>&lt;img src=&quot;http://images.quizilla.com/E/eas73/1058596313_turesjack3.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;jack shiny&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;Duh.  You are &quot;But WHY&apos;s the rum gone?!&quot;&lt;br&gt;You&apos;re not the smartest one in the bunch, but&lt;br&gt;you&apos;re sweetly appealing and you don&apos;t let&lt;br&gt;disappointment get to you.  Everybody&lt;br&gt;identifies with you, because let&apos;s face it, why&lt;br&gt;IS the rum gone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://quizilla.com/users/eas73/quizzes/Which%20one%20of%20Captain%20Jack%20Sparrow&amp;#39;s%20bizarre%20sayings%20from%20Pirates%20of%20the%20Caribbean%20are%20you%3F/&quot;&gt; &lt;font size=&quot;-1&quot;&gt;Which one of Captain Jack Sparrow&apos;s bizarre sayings from Pirates of the Caribbean are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size=&quot;-3&quot;&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href=&quot;http://quizilla.com&quot;&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 09 Jul 2003 22:54:07 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>AMERICAS NEXT TOP MODEL!!</title>
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  <description>&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.upn.com/shows/top_model/images/photos/ep08/adrianne.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;adrienne&quot; /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 09 Jun 2003 18:47:05 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;img src=&quot;http://images.quizilla.com/P/playbu77y/1054601013_playb.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;playing by heart&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are Joan, from playing by heart, beautiful,&lt;br&gt;wild, great personality, and loves to fall in&lt;br&gt;love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://quizilla.com/users/playbu77y/quizzes/What%20Angelina%20Jolie%20character%20are%20you%3F%20(Now%20with%20pics)/&quot;&gt; &lt;font size=&quot;-1&quot;&gt;What Angelina Jolie character are you? (Now with pics)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size=&quot;-3&quot;&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href=&quot;http://quizilla.com&quot;&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 19 May 2003 02:10:19 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.thespark.com&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://test3.thespark.com/ba/bitch41.gif&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 12 May 2003 05:38:17 GMT</pubDate>
  <author>fani_oh@yahoo.com</author>  <link>http://nothingbrite.livejournal.com/21030.html</link>
  <description>my brain hurts</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 18 Apr 2003 05:29:27 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>ramble because i&apos;m overtired and still in red and khaki</title>
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  <description>i&apos;ve realized that i spend my life at target. i&apos;ve worked 30 hours in the last 3 days and i have 2 more days to go. i figured out that my check is going to be close to $500 before taxes... so like $2...... but it&apos;s still not worth it. they called me and actually asked me to work a 12 hour shift... not including staying after, which is normally another 2 hours. the fact that they even thought i would consider it was insane.... so i only worked an 11 hour shift.... fuck me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;allison, you missed jesus lady and she brought bob.. wow is that man wrinkly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gay boys are dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to go out to eat at the olive garden. who wants to go????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom&apos;s man is coming up from texas. he&apos;s chubby and he smokes. he stinks. oh well. he makes my mom happy and that&apos;s all the matters.... \&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont see my mom much and maybe that&apos;s why i&apos;m not like most ppl my age, who hate their mothers. my mom and i see each other maybe once a week... if that sometimes, because we&apos;re both always working. she does a lot for me though, even though i dont see her ever. too bad i cant say that for my dad.... blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss u, nicole... i say u give up grodie island and come stay with me!!&apos;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ashley, josh&apos;s puter is being odd so he cant do his part with dirty kid... but we&apos;ll figure something out....</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 16 Apr 2003 18:41:01 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>and when everyone is not here....</title>
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  <description>it&apos;s so easy to care about ppl but it&apos;s much more difficult to take them into consideration when it comes down to making yurself happy. we&apos;re all selfish in some way but sometimes making yourself happy isnt worth the pain it&apos;ll put someone else through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to think i couldnt live with ne one. i mean, i&apos;m with josh a lot, sometimes, but i dont think i could live with him. but i could live with ashley or nicole or sarah. that&apos;s it . they&apos;re entertaining but they have the ability to chill the fuck out and do their own thing. living alone in chicago is gonna be scary. who&apos;s gonna come stay with me until we&apos;re at each other&apos;s throats so i wont have to sleep with a butcher knife under my pillow???</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 18 Mar 2003 20:03:22 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>there isnt much to say anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::your evilness will come back tenfold::</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 17 Mar 2003 03:13:40 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>a gift from a friend</title>
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  <description>will someone print those summaries for me por favor??????????? gracias</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 17 Mar 2003 03:12:54 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Book III &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hail holy Light, offspring of Heav&apos;n first-born, . . . Shine inward, and the mind through all powers Irradiate, there plant eyes, all mist from thence Purge and disperse, that I may see and tell Of things invisible to mortal sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(III.1; 52–55)	  	&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Book III opens with a second invocation to a muse. This time the muse is addressed as “holy Light” (III.1). Milton asks that heavenly light shine inside him and illuminate his mind with divine knowledge so that he can share this knowledge with his readers.&lt;br /&gt; The scene shifts to Heaven, where God has been watching events unfold in Hell with his Son sitting at his right hand. God sees Satan flying up toward the new Earth and the parents of humankind. He sees everything that will happen because of Satan&apos;s actions, perceiving past, present, and future simultaneously. He tells his Son that man will fall of his own fault, because God gave him free will. God absolves himself of blame, saying that without free will, man would be incapable of sincere love. God determines that he will treat his creations with love and mercy. The Son, full of compassion, praises God for his kindness toward man, but asks how mercy can be given without destroying justice. God answers that a suitable sacrifice must be made. Since justice demands that humankind die for its sins, if humankind is to live, someone worthy must offer to die in humankind&apos;s place. The angelic choirs are silent, but the Son immediately offers himself as the sacrifice. He will become mortal so that God may conquer Hell. God is overjoyed, even though he must give up his Son, because he sees the good in sacrificing his Son for the salvation of the human race. Those that have faith in the Son will be redeemed, but those who do not accept grace will be doomed to Hell. The choirs of angels now sing a song of praise extolling the goodness of Father and Son, who will turn a sorrowful deed into greater glory for both God and man.&lt;br /&gt; The story returns to Satan, who lands on Earth. At length Satan sees a high-reaching structure in the distance, an enormous kingly gate in the sky with stairs leading all the way down to Earth. This gate guards Heaven, which was visible from Earth before the fall. Flying over to the gate, Satan climbs up a few steps to get a better view. He looks back and sees the new creation in all its glory. The sight makes him jealous. He does not stay long, for the golden Sun attracts him and he flies toward it. There he sees an angel. To deceive the angel, Satan shape-shifts and takes the form of a cherub, or low-ranking angel. Recognizing the other angel as the Archangel Uriel, Satan approaches and addresses him. Satan claims to have just come down from Heaven, full of curiosity about the new world he has heard so much about. Satan&apos;s flawless transformation fools Uriel. It pleases Uriel that a young angel is showing interest in the world that God brought out of the Chaos from earth, air, wind, and fire. He happily points the way to Paradise, where Adam lives. After giving his respects to Uriel, Satan flies off with dark intentions.&lt;br /&gt;Analysis &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As the narrative of Paradise Lost shifts from its sustained focus on Hell and Satan, and it begins to present glimpses of Heaven and God, we may feel that the story loses some of its intense interest and appeal. The discussion in Heaven is moving and theologically interesting, but it lacks the potency and rhetorical vigor of the poetry that describes the evil designs of Satan. The characters in Heaven play a relatively passive role, watching the story unfold, in contrast to Satan&apos;s active plotting. Moreover, the sinful, evil characters hold our attention more easily than do the pure and virtuous ones. Milton makes God bland and Satan thrilling partly to show the reader the seduction of evil. We may find ourselves replicating the experience of Adam and Eve when we gloss over the plain, unadorned messages of God in favor of Satan&apos;s petulant and passionate speeches.&lt;br /&gt; Paradise Lost takes a theological position in Book III. God&apos;s initial speech suggests that the poem does not hold to the orthodox Calvinist belief in predestination. The idea of predestination is that God creates a plan for every human, and the good works of humans cannot alter that plan—from the moment of their births, and no matter what they do in life, humans are either saved or doomed. The omniscient God of Paradise Lost sees the future, but he does not interfere in it. Humans cannot blame God for what happens, because humans possess free will and can forge their own fates. It follows that only when men have free will can they truly demonstrate their love for God. If they do not have free will, they obey God like marionettes, doing what he wants because they cannot do otherwise.&lt;br /&gt; Milton confronts problems inherent in any attempt to represent God and the Son. Both are beings outside of human understanding, and it is perhaps impossible to represent consubstantial, omniscient, omnipresent, and omnipotent figures in a work of human fiction. Additionally, Milton risks accusations of heresy—crimes against religious belief—by putting words in God&apos;s mouth. In order to lessen this risk he includes numerous biblical allusions in the speeches of God and the Son.&lt;br /&gt; By making God and the Son two different characters, Milton asserts that they are separate but equal beings. Milton did not wholeheartedly believe in the Holy Trinity. The Holy Trinity refers to the belief that God is one being comprised of three parts: the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. Each of the three parts are equally present in every incarnation of God on Earth or in Heaven. Milton does not fully reveal the relationship between God and the Son in Paradise Lost. Although they appear as separate characters with separate comments in the poem, they may share one mind. The precise nature of the relationship between the two remains mysterious.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 17 Mar 2003 03:01:15 GMT</pubDate>
  <author>fani_oh@yahoo.com</author>  <link>http://nothingbrite.livejournal.com/12129.html</link>
  <description>Summary &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Satan lands atop Mount Niphates, just north of Paradise, the Garden of Eden. Doubt sets in about the task he faces. Seeing the beauty and innocence of Earth reminds him of what he once was, and he even briefly considers whether God would forgive him if he repented. But Satan soon muses that Hell surrounds him wherever he goes. To ask the Father for forgiveness would be to make a false confession. Satan reasons that if he returned to Heaven, he still could not bear to bow down. Knowing he will not find redemption or salvation, he resolves to continue committing acts of sin and evil. Satan is observed by Uriel, the archangel he tricked earlier. Uriel notices Satan&apos;s changing facial expressions and realizes that since all cherubs wear permanent looks of joy, Satan cannot be a cherub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Satan now approaches Eden, which is surrounded by a great thicket wall. He leaps over it easily, like a wolf entering a sheep&apos;s pen. Inside he sees an idyllic world filled with all varieties of animals and trees. He can see the tallest of the trees, the Tree of Life, and next to it the forbidden Tree of Knowledge. He perches himself on the Tree of Life, disguised as a cormorant, a large sea bird. He notices two creatures walking erect among the other animals. They walk naked without shame and work pleasantly in the garden. Satan&apos;s pain and envy intensifies as he sees this new beautiful race, created after the fall of him and his legions. Once he could have loved the humans, but now he wants to avenge his damnation by destroying them. As Satan continues to watch, the man, Adam, speaks. He tells his wife Eve not to complain of the work they have to do but instead to be obedient to God, since God has given them so many blessings and only one constraint: they must not eat the fruit of the Tree of Knowledge. Eve agrees wholeheartedly, and Adam and Eve embrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Eve tells Adam of her awakening. As she came to life, she wondered who and where she was. She found a river and followed it upstream to its source. Eve&apos;s path led to a clear, smooth lake, and she looked into the lake and saw an image on its surface, which she soon recognized as her own reflection. She heard a voice explaining that she was made out of Adam, and together they will become the parents of the human race. Listening to Adam and Eve, Satan sees his opportunity. If God has given them a rule to follow, then they might be persuaded to break that rule. Satan leaves the two for a while, going off to learn more from other angels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Uriel comes before the Archangel Gabriel at the gate of Eden and tells him about the shape-shifting spirit he saw from the hilltop. They both suspect that Uriel saw a fallen angel. Gabriel promises that if the spirit is in the garden, they will find it by morning. Adam and Eve finish their day&apos;s work. They go to their leafy bower and praise God and each other for their blissful life. After their prayer they make love, sinless because the evil of lust has not yet touched them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Night falls, and Gabriel sends search parties into the garden. Two of his angels find Satan, disguised as a toad, whispering into Eve&apos;s ear as she sleeps. They pull him before Gabriel, who recognizes Satan and demands to know what he is doing in Paradise. Satan pretends innocence at first, as the angels have no proof that he means harm. But Gabriel knows Satan to be a liar and threatens to drag him back to Hell. Enraged by this threat, Satan prepares to fight him. The two square off for a battle, but a sign from Heaven appears in the sky and stops them. The sign is a pair of golden scales, which signifies the unevenness of the fight. Satan understands the sign&apos;s suggestion that he is overmatched, and he flies off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Analysis &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As Book IV opens, Milton presents Satan as a character wracked with envy and despair. Earlier in the poem, Satan seems perfectly confident in his rebellion and evil plans. The feeling of despair caused by the beauty of Paradise temporarily disables this confidence. While in Hell, Satan tells himself that his mind could make its own Heaven out of Hell, but now he realizes that the reverse is true. No matter how close to Heaven he gets, he brings Hell with him wherever he goes. For Satan, Hell is not only a place, but a state of mind. Satan recognizes that he lacks God&apos;s presence and so finds himself in Hell, and then he commits the sin of despair. Satan despairs of finding forgiveness or regaining God&apos;s grace, and in despairing he turns away from God forever. As the Bible says, the one unforgivable sin is despairing of forgiveness. God cannot grant mercy if sinners do not ask for it. Satan does not ask for mercy. Rather, he decides that the only course of action is to enjoy his own wickedness and pursue it with all his strength. In one sense, Satan is right to assume God will not forgive him, because in Book III God said that he would not help the fallen angels, especially Satan, because their sin came from themselves alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Satan&apos;s continuing degradation is reflected in his progressively lowly disguises. In Book I, Satan is likened to a monumental figure so immense that the largest tree would seem a paltry wand in his hand. In Book III, he disguises himself as a cherub, but his inner turmoil ultimately gives him away. Milton later describes Satan leaping over Eden&apos;s fence like a wolf leaps into a sheep&apos;s pen. Satan does not take the form of a wolf, but his actual shape suggests wild, predatory animals. He takes the form of a bird atop the Tree of Life, then changes into a toad to whisper temptation into Eve&apos;s ear. Satan&apos;s shapes become less and less impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In this book Eve remembers awakening to consciousness. Eve&apos;s account subtly underscores her distance from God and her need for guidance. She awakens in shade rather than daylight, suggesting her separation from God&apos;s truth, which is constantly compared to light. Almost immediately, she finds herself captivated and deceived by an image—her reflection in the water, which she thinks is another being. She admits that she would have sat endlessly at the water&apos;s edge, fixated there in vain desire, if God had not called her away. The image of Eve staring at her own reflection recalls the story of Narcissus from Ovid&apos;s Metamorphoses. Narcissus fell in love with his own reflection and died staring at himself. Renaissance poets such as Petrarch used the story of Narcissus to show the dangers of vanity and the origin of erotic desire in visual images. Milton likens Eve to Narcissus to suggest that human beings, especially women, need God&apos;s help to escape the trap of image-inspired desire. Because images have been devalued, it diminishes Eve when God refers to her as an image, the reflection of Adam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Eve&apos;s story about seeing her reflection in the water suggests that her vanity may become more dangerous later in the story. Her curiosity comes from her ignorance of her own identity. She traces the river back to its source just as she wishes to trace herself to her source. Eve&apos;s willingness to listen and trust the voice she hears, which tells her about her identity, foreshadows the trust she later places in Satan&apos;s voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After God leads Eve away from her reflection, she encounters Adam for the first time under a platan tree. Platan is the Greek name for plane tree, and by calling the tree by its Greek name, Milton alludes to Plato, the Greek philosopher, whose name is a form of the same word. One of Plato&apos;s most famous arguments is that reality consists of ideal forms perceivable only by the intellect. In daily life, humans see not reality but deceptive shades or reflections of these ideal forms. Adam is closer to the ideal forms or essences of things, whereas Eve is associated with images, shade, and illusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Milton&apos;s presentation of Adam and Eve was controversial in his time. Milton paints an idyllic picture of an innocent, strong, and intelligent Adam, whereas Christian tradition typically emphasizes Adam&apos;s inherently sinful nature. Milton also writes that Adam and Eve enjoy pure, virtuous sexual intercourse without sin. They love, but do not lust. The Puritans of Milton&apos;s time viewed sex for its own sake, sex not intended for procreation, as inherently sinful. By placing sex squarely in the middle of the Garden of Eden, Milton sanctifies sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Milton&apos;s presentation of Adam and Eve is controversial in our own time because the discourse between Adam and Eve strikes many modern audiences as misogynistic. Milton portrays Adam as Eve&apos;s superior, for Adam enjoys a closer relationship to God. Adam was created to serve only God, and Eve was created to serve both God and Adam. The narrator remarks on the physical difference between Adam and Eve, saying “their sex not equal seemed” (IV.296). Milton implies that Eve is weaker than Adam not just in body, but also in mind. Eve understands her subordinate role, explaining her dependence on Adam by saying that God created her for him and she is lost without him. Despite this seeming inequality, however, the relationship between Adam and Eve is perfectly happy because they love God and complement each other perfectly.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 12 Mar 2003 05:09:59 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>target my ass</title>
  <author>fani_oh@yahoo.com</author>  <link>http://nothingbrite.livejournal.com/11751.html</link>
  <description>i hate that goddam place. the ppl are shitty. ppl are shitty. i would like a job were i dont have to deal with real ppl. maybe i should take some bartending classes and bartend on the weekends... actually, that&apos;s a BRILLIANT idea... hmm.........</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 11 Mar 2003 04:03:45 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>if i knew i only had an hour before the world blew up... i dont think i would do anything. i&apos;d probably just sleep. it&apos;d be more realistic that way.</description>
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