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  <title>Insatiable Butcher Pink</title>
  <subtitle>Rebecca</subtitle>
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    <name>Rebecca</name>
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    <title>meshiach @ 2009-03-29T00:29:00</title>
    <published>2009-03-29T04:43:43Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we left off with me writing down the name of this random guy at work.&lt;br /&gt;On a whim I decided to look up this name on facebook and it turns out we have a mutual friend, an underclassman of mine of from high school. I messaged my friend and asked her what was up with this guy, wondering if maybe it was a joke. This guy did not look greek. She responded and we tossed back and forth. Then the guy messages me. We kina yammer back and forth and finally we decide to go out. Unfortunately I got sick and made him rain check.&lt;br /&gt;Then promptly forgot about him.&lt;br /&gt;About a week passes and then out of nowhere I get a text asking if I'm feeling better. Intrigued that he hasn't completely forgotten about me I agree to go out with him.&lt;br /&gt;Long story short it was... interesting. He turned out to be very greek, rides a motorcycle, doesn't know the difference between an xbox and an xbox360, and has only just recently returned from iraq with the marines. And very cute.&lt;br /&gt;A few "nothing better to do" nights have landed me at a baseball game (where the team I was "supporting" was mercy rule beaten), at a frat house, and a few other highly unusual places. With some very unusual people, who have all been remarkably nice to me.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;So, its been fun...&lt;br /&gt;I'm not positive he's not an ignorant racist. A few comments have left me suspicious. But I have the perfect test: a black roommate and best friend who I like A LOT more than him.&lt;br /&gt;And I think I could beat his ass if the chips were down.</content>
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    <title>meshiach @ 2009-03-28T11:35:00</title>
    <published>2009-03-28T15:48:12Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-28T15:48:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at work a while ago generally making a nuisance of myself. It was one of those days and I was just not interested in the slightest in acting like a human being. Then there's this guy. He comes up to ask for something from his waitress. I think he was joining the table or something. I'm immediately attracted. But I could be more attracted. Ok. Thats a lie. I am immediately turned on and thinking "can I have that?" but not entirely sure why. Now guys run in packs. Hell, people run in packs. Theres not a lot of interspecies mixing. So my thought is "If he looks like that then I'm sure the people hes eating with look similar." So I should go investigate. I make a wide swing around the restaurant not talking to anyone and glancing at drinks. When I round the guy's table I notice that not only do none of the guys at the table look anything like him but they're all (including him) wearing greek T-shirts. And I'm done. Yet another group of obnoxious frat guys that I'm glad aren't my table. But then the cute one looks up as I walk by and tries to hit on me. I'm taken aback but mostly just wildly annoyed. And proceed to return to being an obnoxious little shit to my coworkers.&lt;br /&gt;I was on register that night so I had to talk to the entire group to ring them up and when the cute guy comes up some how we get on the subject of the knives next to then register (which my boss uses to de-curl the receipts at the end of the night, by the way) and I basically threaten to stab him. Depressingly, its not the first time I've told a customer I'll stab them. Usually they take it good naturedly. The guy laughs and hands me his credit card and blah blah, how was your food? They leave and I'm hit with this sudden idea that there might be something about this guy that I'm missing. So I grab his credit card receipt, write his name down, and decide to remember it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Be Continued.&lt;br /&gt;(Cause I have to go to work)</content>
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    <title>meshiach @ 2009-03-27T11:25:00</title>
    <published>2009-03-27T15:28:23Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-27T15:28:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I have been so hung up in my own bullshit I was completely unaware of the fact that Technicon is this weekend until John Franklin was kind enough to remind me. Soooooo.... Anyone who is coming into town for that I work today (Friday) from 12-6 or something like that, tomorrow (Saturday) I work a split which means 12 to whenever it slows down (possibly around 4) then I go back at 6 and work till whenever it slows down again (Usually around 10:30). So if you want to catch me the best way to do so is show up at my work. If there is some sort of dinner going on let me know. Assuming I can go, of course. I'm off on Sunday!</content>
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    <title>meshiach @ 2009-03-08T02:28:00</title>
    <published>2009-03-08T07:28:53Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-08T07:28:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm officially single now. Its kind of shocking and horrifying.&lt;br /&gt;The short version is I've bee dissatisfied for a while and considering leaving but then Chris did something that I couldn't forgive.&lt;br /&gt;But the world is everything that is the case.</content>
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    <title>meshiach @ 2009-03-03T00:53:00</title>
    <published>2009-03-03T05:53:07Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-03T05:53:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So I went home with my friend Katie this weekend. Shes a girl I work with and we've hit it off like crazy. We left Blacksburg with Claire (her cute puppy, my surrogate dog that I play with and spoil) and made it to Lindenberg (Between Richmond and North Caroline, I think) without any complications. We dropped Claire off at Katie's parents house and went to a bar called Spinners that shares a building with a hotel and a kitchen door with a Dennys. It was really dead but Katie knew the bar tender. Our tab was $6 but we left a $10 tip. I had one tom collins then the guys there bought us three shots of jack. The first was fine but after the second I was a little iffy. The second shot was bought by this guy who apparently wanted to take a shot with us but we took ours before he got his so he got us another and at that point we kinda had to take it with him. That third one tipped me over the edge. I smiled and laughed and didn't look sick then announced that I had to run across the hall to the bathroom for a pee. Then proceeded to do half of that and just throw up in the bathroom. Came back in feeling much better and one of the guys got me another tom collins. We sat around and talked and laughed and got kicked out. The two guys that were hitting on us walked us to our car like gentlemen and made sure we got on our way. I was drunker than I've been in over a year. We drove around for a bit too drunk to go back to Katie's parents. I couldn't sleep so I lay in bed and wrote myself drunken notes and, this part is important, sent text messages to people because I had no service so they failed to send and that drunk it seemed funny. The next morning Katie had to be at church by 11am so she went without me. She went to drive her dad's car but it wouldn't start so she took the truck and got halfway down the driveway before it crapped out and she had to walk back and find her lost keys. Then we had a big lunch with her parents when she got back. By the time we got on the road the storm was moving in. We knew the going was going to be crappy but no one told us BLIZZARD. It took us two hours to get to Farmville where it was so bad we couldn't go any further. Went to four hotels and found no rooms available. We went on and found a place with a vacancy but as Katie went to reserve it the power went out. So we went on and made it to Appomattox and found a room. The power flickered a few times throughout the night. Every time it came back on the TV would turn on really loud and wake up Katie. I slept right through it. During the night I called my work and explained that I would not be making it to my noon shift. We made it back to Radford around 2pm and before Katie could leave the parking lot of my apartment our boss called her and guilted me into going in with Katie at 5 and closing.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I've been beaten with a stick.</content>
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    <title>meshiach @ 2009-01-23T19:55:00</title>
    <published>2009-01-24T00:56:24Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-24T00:56:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Today, after months of waiting, received my very first rejection letter from a literary magazine. Le sigh.</content>
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    <title>meshiach @ 2009-01-19T18:40:00</title>
    <published>2009-01-19T23:40:29Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-19T23:40:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The Game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand&lt;br /&gt;Why do I care&lt;br /&gt;To have lost the contest&lt;br /&gt;I won't admit I was in&lt;br /&gt;I showed my cards&lt;br /&gt;Lay them all on the table&lt;br /&gt;But no one knew I had bet&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't sure&lt;br /&gt;As I played my hand&lt;br /&gt;What I was doing&lt;br /&gt;What I wanted to win&lt;br /&gt;And now I have lost&lt;br /&gt;I wanted that prize&lt;br /&gt;Like sweet Cabernet&lt;br /&gt;I could feel it&lt;br /&gt;I had it&lt;br /&gt;The taste on my tongue&lt;br /&gt;And then it was gone&lt;br /&gt;The priceless prize&lt;br /&gt;I need it, I want it&lt;br /&gt;Water to a thirsty man&lt;br /&gt;A drop is torture&lt;br /&gt;A sip is a treat&lt;br /&gt;A glass is a gift from God&lt;br /&gt;Now I am beached&lt;br /&gt;Afraid and alone&lt;br /&gt;Hopeless and begging&lt;br /&gt;One drop, one more.</content>
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    <title>meshiach @ 2009-01-18T12:21:00</title>
    <published>2009-01-18T18:15:00Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-18T18:15:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So Friday night I closed at work. I called Chris at like 11 to pick me up and his response was basically "call Patrick, I'm drunk." The level of trouble he's in is still being decided and he know it. My phone was dead so I couldn't even call Patrick if I wanted. So I used the work phone to call Katie and Nate. Neither answered and finally at 11:30 I left work with no idea what to do. So I did what any logical person would do. I decided to show up on their doorstep with beer and cigarettes and bribe to sleep on their couch.&lt;br /&gt;I went into 7-11 and made a b-line to the beer case at 11:45. And there's Adam Hamilton. We traded pleasantries and he gave me a look when I started loading my arms up with Joose. So I wound up at their place with 4 Joose, a 24oz Mikes, and both of their cigarettes. Nathan threatened to make me sleep on the porch if I brought him the wrong cigarettes.&lt;br /&gt;So then Nathan, Katie, Bill (a friend), and I proceeded to get off our asses fucked up. I drank the 24oz Mikes and part of Joose that Nate, Katie, and I split. I'm still trying to piece the night together. I know where I was and approximately what I was doing at almost all times but what I said and why is still a mystery. What anyone else said is even more of a mystery. At about 6-7am we all decided it was time to go to bed cause Bill disappeared at some point to return home and also cause we all three had to work at 11am. I couldn't sleep very well on the couch, woke up ever half hour until about 10 when I just got up in order to get dressed and let the puppy outside to piddle.&lt;br /&gt;Nathan had drank two Jooses (Jeese) and then his third of the one we shared. He woke up and proceeded to start throwing up and called in sick to work.&lt;br /&gt;I was still wasted as all hell when I got to work at 11 and stayed till like 4 when I got to leave for two hours and come back at 6 till 9. Then Chris surprised me with "Oh, fyi, I'm at work so I'll pick you up at midnight." So I went to Torgason and napped.&lt;br /&gt;I'm hung over now. It took me until now to sober up enough to feel like shit.&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately Chris isn't arguing whatever punishments I come up with.</content>
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    <title>meshiach @ 2009-01-13T01:53:00</title>
    <published>2009-01-13T06:57:27Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-13T06:57:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ann Coulter:&lt;br /&gt;If we took away women's right to vote, we'd never have to worry about another Democrat president. It's kind of a pipe dream, it's a personal fantasy of mine, but I don't think it's going to happen. And it is a good way of making the point that women are voting so stupidly, at least single women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was curious who exactly this psycho was when I heard her mentioned offhandedly in some interview. Now I wish I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also thinks Christians are "perfected jews". This offends me for a few reasons. For one, since when are Christians perfect?</content>
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    <title>meshiach @ 2009-01-09T00:49:00</title>
    <published>2009-01-09T06:31:59Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-09T06:31:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ok. I've been playing Persona 4 long enough now that I think I should &lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;review it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story Synopsis: The story is pretty damn cool. Basically you play as your normal silent shin megami tensei character who moves into a small town to live with your uncle and his kid just in time for a dead body to appear hung upside down on a radio pin. Meanwhile there's a rumor going around that if you look at a tv that's turned off at midnight on a rainy day you will see the face of your soulmate. Turns out that the "Midnight Channel" is a glimpse into a world inside the TV where some psychopath has been tossing people to die. When they go into the TV shadows descend on a person and their internal suppressed feelings give the shadows form. When the main shadow faces the person if the person rejects them the shadow kills them. If they accept it it becomes a persona. As a persona user you can enter the TV anytime you want to fight the shadows and rescue future persona users. The goal of the game is to solve the mystery of who is tossing people into the TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the story good? Well yeah. Persona has for a long time been interested in the internal feelings of people and their manifestation. Its gradually gotten better and more in depth. Persona 4 has definitely claimed its spot as currently the best look at the psychological aspects of humanity. Each persona user has their own dungeon and boss created from the depth of their suppressed emotions. The story itself, the whole mystery thing, is a cute little driving force but not the greatest story ever written. But as a vehicle to continue exploring the feelings of the characters its perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Characters: Persona 4 does an amazing job of making you love every character. Well, for the most part. Before anyone joins your party you explore their dungeon so you care about them before they even join. The game gives you two characters right off the bat to fill out your ranks and they're the two characters I give the least shit about. Toss in the fact that you have the same weird dating sim, making friends thing from Persona 3 you have more means of getting to know and like your characters.&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't play Persona 3 or didn't read the review lemme explain this real quick. When you aren't exploring the various dungeons you are a normal school boy and have to make friends with various different people. As your relationship increases you gain power. Persona 4 tosses in a new aspect where as you become closer to your party members they gain cool extra powers to use during battle (such as your party members will sometimes take a hit from an enemy that would kill your main character) and when they hit level 10 they get a new persona. In Persona 3 if you got high relationship with a girl they automatically fall in love with you then when they're ranked they wander off and do their thing. In Persona 4 you have the option of an "intimate" relationship with a girl or friendship but once they max out they still want your attention and one girl butted in on a fucking date and pissed off girl #2. As it stands I have three girlfriends at the moment and I'm working on a fourth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for everything else? Play Persona 3 and you basically have the idea. Only less Fall Out Boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shin Megami Tensei, I've been with you for a long time. I dealt with the graphics being so bad I could barely play it (Persona 1), and when you released Persona 2 pt2 and pretended there was no Persona 2 pt1, and Digital Devil Saga's mouth's for breasts, and DDS2's sun trying to kill people, and that weird detective thing that I never beat, and even Persona 3's emo need for friends or it'll shoot itself in the head, but I think I've hit my limit. I think you have finally given me something I can't deal with. The bright red bear costume? Umm... When it started talking and demanding things of me? Little iffy. When its head came off and there was nothing inside? Issues. When it grew a fucking body? I'm not dealing. The dealing is gone.</content>
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    <title>To some extent. Though they knew something was up.</title>
    <published>2008-12-30T09:35:20Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-30T10:32:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">This Christmas was actually kind of nice.&lt;br /&gt;I lost the last dredges of my childhood by receiving a vacuum from Chris' mom. And even worse I still hold it as the best gift of the season.&lt;br /&gt;Ben gave me a plant which is making me so incredibly paranoid its not even funny. I've been watering it with fish tank water cause my roommates told me to and the only light its gotten is from the ceiling lamp in the kitchen. But you win some you lose some.&lt;br /&gt;Chris' aunt gave me a weird little khaki colored fuzzy zip up with a hood. I'm not quite sure what that translates to...&lt;br /&gt;Chris got a nifty little battery powered travel razor that I promptly stole and stuck in my purse and he just seems relieved that someone is going to use it.&lt;br /&gt;Aislinn gave me a really cool book called Jesus Freaks thats a true crime look at some crazy cult that started in the 70s. Its hard to read which makes me feel a little better about the hours spent reading about serial killers in graphic detail since graphic child molestation gives me the wiggins.&lt;br /&gt;Chris' sister gave me a pretty necklace that promptly broke ten seconds after my unwrapping it so I hid it in my purse for the rest of the time she was around and I'll fix it later. I do like it. Burgundy lace choker with a heavy metal heart pendant.&lt;br /&gt;Richie got Chris and I both 1 year of Xbox Live gold. Very cool.&lt;br /&gt;Sean gave me a pink shirt that says "Strangers have the best candy". Motive behind this I still don't know but I like the randomness of it. Reminds me of the shirt I got last year with bunnies that says "Vegetarians have more fun". Sometimes you need a little randomness.&lt;br /&gt;And Chris got me The History Boys on DVD. Like I asked for. I think he might regret it since I've watched it around five times in the last couple days and have been quoting it every time the opportunity presents itself. And sometimes when it doesn't. Oh, and two Little Mermaid ornaments.&lt;br /&gt;And Patrick got a Wii. He didn't get us anything (mostly cause hes an immature little prick who thinks the world revolves around him). But we've gotten back at him. Chris plays the Wii more than he does and I've been sneaking all his candy when he isn't looking.&lt;br /&gt;Aisha gave me a new nutcracker (much to Richie's dismay, apparently he hates them) and a pearl necklace that's sturdy enough for me to wear all the time with matching earrings.&lt;br /&gt;Man its nice to have a vacuum. We're all really excited about it. Except Patrick who is getting really sick of Richie and I shooing him around and demanding he pick up things so we can vacuum.&lt;br /&gt;I beat everyone in the "best gift" contest getting Chris a new mp3 player. His has been a couple exits past working the entire time I've known him. I think he's a little pissed at me for pulling that on him. Nothing is as much of a fuck you as completely eclipsing everyone. Apparently he thought he was getting a thumb drive. Turns out my careful act of complete disinterest every time he so much as looked at anything mp3 related for the last month kept him blissfully ignorant. The only problem is its ten times better than mine now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://threepanelsoul.com/images/rants/20081229_steps.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v445/VisionTrite/WoW/goldsellers.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v445/VisionTrite/WoW/Lvl80.jpg"&gt;</content>
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    <title>meshiach @ 2008-12-28T18:22:00</title>
    <published>2008-12-28T23:23:12Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-28T23:23:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Was Poland taken by surprise?</content>
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    <title>My friends are bad influences</title>
    <published>2008-12-12T05:13:52Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-12T05:13:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="border: 1px solid #000000; background-color: #ffffff; padding: 8px; margin: 8px; font: 12px sans-serif; color: #000000; line-height: 20px; width: 400px;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: none; background-color: #ffffff; font: bold 16px sans-serif; color: #000000; margin: 0px; margin-bottom: 8px; padding: 0px;"&gt;You Are A: &lt;b&gt;&lt;a target="_top" href="http://www.cuteducky.com/cute_animals/monkey.html"&gt;Monkey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.cuteducky.com/img/monkey.jpg" style="border: none; margin: 0px 12px 12px 0px; float: left; height: 100px width: 100px" alt="monkey"&gt;Monkeys are intelligent and agile, well-adapted for jungle life as they swing happily from tree to tree.  As a monkey, you are a social animal who eats a wide range of food, is quick to learn new things and loves to climb. A monkey's tiny primate features are irresistable, as is her gregarious personality!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;You were almost a:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a target="_top" href="http://www.cuteducky.com/cute_animals/keet.html"&gt;Parakeet&lt;/a&gt; or a &lt;a target="_top" href="http://www.cuteducky.com/cute_animals/squirrel.html"&gt;Squirrel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are least like a:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cuteducky.com/cute_animals/duckling.html" target="_top"&gt;Duckling&lt;/a&gt; or a &lt;a href="http://www.cuteducky.com/cute_animals/turtle.html" target="_top"&gt;Turtle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cuteducky.com/cute_animal_quiz.html" style="clear: both; display: block; text-align: center; margin-top: 8px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Discover What Cute Animal You Are!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:meshiach:154216</id>
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    <title>meshiach @ 2008-12-11T14:04:00</title>
    <published>2008-12-11T19:05:40Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-11T19:05:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So when are we getting together for non-denominational gift giving day? I'm off Sunday and I don't know when Chris is off cause he just left the room after I asked without telling me.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:meshiach:154110</id>
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    <title>meshiach @ 2008-12-05T00:42:00</title>
    <published>2008-12-05T05:42:37Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-05T05:42:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to &lt;i&gt;the Seventh Level of Hell!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Here is how you matched up against all the levels:&lt;br&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="1" style="margin: 5px; background-color: #000000; border: none; font: 10pt arial, verdana, &amp;#39;sans serif&amp;#39;;"&gt;&lt;tr style="font: bold 12pt arial, verdana, &amp;#39;sans serif&amp;#39;; text-align: center; color: #ffffff; background-color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;b&gt;Level&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;b&gt;Score&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #220033; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#0" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Purgatory&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Repenting Believers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #3344bb; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #110022; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#1" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 1 - Limbo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Virtuous Non-Believers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #3344bb; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #220011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#2" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Lustful)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #c40033; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #330011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#3" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Gluttonous)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #aa33aa; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moderate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #440011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#4" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Prodigal and Avaricious)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #4466dd; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #550011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#5" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Wrathful and Gloomy)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #c40033; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #660011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#6" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 6 - The City of Dis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Heretics)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #c40033; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #770011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#7" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Violent)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #ee2244; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Extreme&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #880011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#8" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 8- the Malebolge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #c40033; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #990011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#9" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 9 - Cocytus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Treacherous)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #c40033; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Take the &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-test.mv"&gt;Dante Inferno Hell Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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    <title>Eating Spagetti with Chopsticks.</title>
    <published>2008-11-27T15:41:47Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-27T15:41:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So my mother has this new replacement family and seems almost rabid in her desperation for me to spend time with them. Its embarrassing. And to make matters even worse one of the is apparently a huge japanaphile and my mother keeps popping out with "You'll get along so well" and "She's just like you" and I'm sitting here going Oh my God. Is that really how she sees me? How insulting. I'm mortified to think that there is someone in the world who thinks of me like that. Couple years ago maybe but definitely grown out of that. Good lord, woman, I'm a WoW nerd and I make fun of those people.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:meshiach:153359</id>
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    <title>meshiach @ 2008-11-25T01:23:00</title>
    <published>2008-11-25T06:24:06Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-03T01:28:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;djahandarie&gt; we ain't here to do e-c-e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;djahandarie&gt; we're here to do c-s-e on the w-e-b&lt;br /&gt;&lt;djahandarie&gt; listen to me spit these rhymes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;djahandarie&gt; while i program lines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;djahandarie&gt; and commit web accessibility crimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;djahandarie&gt; word, son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;http402&gt; You talk like your big on these I-Net kicks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;http402&gt; But your shit flows slower than a two-eighty-six.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;http402&gt; I'm tracking down hosts and nmap scans,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;http402&gt; While Code Igniter's got you wringing your hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;http402&gt; Cut the crap rap,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;http402&gt; Or I'll run ettercap,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;http402&gt; Grab your AIM chat,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;http402&gt; N' send a PC bitch-slap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;http402&gt; peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;djahandarie&gt; you're talkin bout down hosts and nmap scans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;djahandarie&gt; while i got other plans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;djahandarie&gt; you're at your new job, but you can't even do it right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;djahandarie&gt; you just create a plight with your http rewrites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;djahandarie&gt; i've been on the web since the age of three&lt;br /&gt;&lt;djahandarie&gt; you just got on directly off the bus from mississippi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;djahandarie&gt; respect yo' elders, bitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;http402&gt; You've been webbin' since three, but still ain't grown up,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;http402&gt; Gotta update your config and send the brain a SIGHUP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;http402&gt; You say you're that old? No wonder you're slow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;http402&gt; You're knocking at the door while I run this show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;http402&gt; Elders my ass, you're shit's still in school,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;http402&gt; Hunt and pecking at the keyboard like a spaghetti-damned fool,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;http402&gt; Rim-riffing your hard drive like a tool,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;http402&gt; Face it. I rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;djahandarie&gt; i erase my harddrives with magnets (bitch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;djahandarie&gt; all you can do is troll on the fagnets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;djahandarie&gt; and son, my brain's wrapped in a nohup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;djahandarie&gt; it wont be hurt by the words you throwup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;djahandarie&gt; dont mind me while i emerge my ownage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;djahandarie&gt; while you're still over there apt-getting your porridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;djahandarie&gt; you say i'm still in school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;djahandarie&gt; but the fact is that i know the rule&lt;br /&gt;&lt;djahandarie&gt; cuz you need to go back to grade three&lt;br /&gt;&lt;djahandarie&gt; and you better plea, that they take sucky graduates from c-s-e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;http402&gt; Time to bend over and apply a patch,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;http402&gt; Your brain's throwing static like a CD with a scratch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;http402&gt; Your connection got nuked and you've met your match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;http402&gt; You run a single process like a VAX with a batch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;http402&gt; I'd pass the torch to a real winner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;http402&gt; But it'd just scorch a while-loop spinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;http402&gt; Caught in a loop that you cant escape,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;http402&gt; I run clock cycles around your words and flows,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;http402&gt; Cuz your rhyme is like a PS fan: it' blows,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;http402&gt; Your water-cooled lyrics leak and it shows,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;http402&gt; Take your ass back to alt.paid.for.windows.</content>
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    <title>meshiach @ 2008-11-24T00:39:00</title>
    <published>2008-11-24T05:39:59Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-24T05:39:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://sneaky-snake01.livejournal.com/"&gt; Read. Especially if your Daniel. Optional for others.&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>meshiach @ 2008-11-14T16:14:00</title>
    <published>2008-11-14T21:23:22Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-14T21:24:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So last night Richie (my roommate for those not keeping up) left his phone at the apartment. People kept calling looking for Richie and I was answering to say "Richie left his phone, call back later if its important." Or telling them to call Chris who was with him if it was a close friend. Well I fucked up and answered when Erin called. I didn't know who it was but apparently it was some girl. She hung up on me and then started texting "who was that girl who answered your phone?" I tried to call back and explain but she wouldn't answer. So I called Chris to get Richie but he was too drunk and I wound up listening to him scream incoherently about... smurf porn? I'm not sure. Finally I got Erin on the phone and explained that I was in fact sleeping with Chris, not Richie and apologized profusely. It was about a half hour psychosis. And I found myself sitting and thinking "At least it'll make a good livejournal entry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note I finally got my computer working. Three reformats and two days and I'm finally reinstalling Wow.</content>
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    <title>meshiach @ 2008-11-13T08:24:00</title>
    <published>2008-11-13T13:29:58Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-13T13:29:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So here's the story.&lt;br /&gt;Last night before work Chris and I got in yet another stupid fight which resulted in my being called irrational (When will people learn that calling someone "irrational" when they're angry results in nothing but pain) which, of course, pissed me off even more and the whole exchange cumulated in my slamming my laptop closed, yelling and Chris and Patrick, and going to work so pissed off it was a conscious effort not to hit customers. And big surprise I broke my laptop. I came back to it after the slamming and a very short distance toss onto a lap pillow to discover it had blue screened. I reset the piece of shit to find some how physical damage had resulted in corrupt windows files. How does that even make sense.&lt;br /&gt;This morning I woke up at about 7 to the sinking realization of just how many irreplaceable files I have on my computer. Pictures and mp3s and, most important of all, text files. Nothing says "I love you more than I love myself" much like a deadly serious whisper of "If I lose my stories because of you I will skin you in your sleep."</content>
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    <title>meshiach @ 2008-11-07T10:10:00</title>
    <published>2008-11-07T15:16:06Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-07T15:16:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The last couple days have been insane. And weird.&lt;br /&gt;One of the big things is recently my dreams have decided that dreaming full dreams is for suckers so I dream for five minutes then start a new dream for five minutes then this continues until eventually I get the next couple minutes of one of those dreams that I started. Its been going on for a few days now and its very strange.&lt;br /&gt;I got stung by an abc agent the other day. (Or at least that's the popular decision of all my bosses and a few coworkers). It really fucking pissed me off. I passed but still.&lt;br /&gt;Chris still has not learned to not try and have any sheets at night and is complaining about my punching him in my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I worked nine hours yesterday for football. Made $135. Might kill customers and Nathan.&lt;br /&gt;I work today. Like now.</content>
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    <title>meshiach @ 2008-11-02T21:22:00</title>
    <published>2008-11-03T02:25:09Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-03T02:25:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v445/VisionTrite/Digital%20Pictures/Halloween08/PICT0003.jpg"&gt;Elaine and Katie.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v445/VisionTrite/Digital%20Pictures/Halloween08/PICT0004.jpg"&gt;Nathan looking drunk?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v445/VisionTrite/Digital%20Pictures/Halloween08/PICT0005.jpg"&gt;Me.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v445/VisionTrite/Digital%20Pictures/Halloween08/PICT0006.jpg"&gt;Nick and his daughter.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v445/VisionTrite/Digital%20Pictures/Halloween08/PICT0007.jpg"&gt;Brad, Nathan, and Mike.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v445/VisionTrite/Digital%20Pictures/Halloween08/PICT0008.jpg"&gt;Mark.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v445/VisionTrite/Digital%20Pictures/Halloween08/PICT0009.jpg"&gt;Mark and Nick.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v445/VisionTrite/Digital%20Pictures/Halloween08/PICT0010.jpg"&gt;Aisha.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v445/VisionTrite/Digital%20Pictures/Halloween08/PICT0011.jpg"&gt;Aisha's outfit for Rocky.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v445/VisionTrite/Digital%20Pictures/Halloween08/PICT0012.jpg"&gt;My outfit for Rocky.&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>meshiach @ 2008-09-04T14:52:00</title>
    <published>2008-09-04T18:53:46Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-04T18:53:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">If you like Eve Online watch &lt;a href="http://www.escapistmagazine.com/videos/view/zero-punctuation/208-Eve-Online"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got the trial for Eve Online a while ago. I spent more than half of my time alt tabbed out playing wow.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:meshiach:151330</id>
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    <title>meshiach @ 2008-08-13T12:41:00</title>
    <published>2008-08-13T16:45:30Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-13T16:45:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">In case anyone has gotten the idea into their head that my new lifestyle has some how made me less lame I spent yesterday (And possibly today) watching the compulsories from the 1996 women gymnastics Olympics. I miss compulsories. Kerri Strug is one again my hero.</content>
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    <title>meshiach @ 2008-07-29T23:44:00</title>
    <published>2008-07-30T04:38:29Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-30T04:38:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;New Year&lt;br /&gt;This song has two impressions. We'll start with the better one.&lt;br /&gt;I love the lyrics, I love the music. I love this song. Its wonderful. The first time I heard it I didn't like it. But I mean that as in the first thirty seconds. Theres not much to say besides this song sounds like it belongs on this album. I wish I could say "This sounds like a Land Dispute/White Beyond/ThouShaltNot song" but at the end of the day it sounds like a Land Dispute song done by the same mindset as White Beyond. The references are a little more insane but its not as epic as pre-Land Dispute. Its a simplistic good slightly crazy song. &lt;br /&gt;You'll call me Cassandra/I'll call you King James/And all we write is true/And all of it insane&lt;br /&gt;After listening to New Year for about an hour something happened. I got Right Now by Van Halen stuck in my head. And not just a little. Like a whole fucking lot. So much so that I had to go listen to Right Now. And thats when I figured it out. The chorus, which I fucking love, is almost lifted from Right Now. Not the words so much but the inflection. I can only assume Alex was listening to A LOT of Van Halen when he conceptualized the chorus. Then again I like Right Now. &lt;br /&gt;The infantry's retreating/Like they knew how this would end/Did you hear the Germans lost the war?/I bet they could use a friend/Right now supper's getting cold/Right now God is growing old/Right now dialect is evolving/Outside this house/Or so I'm told&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April, We Can Break Through If We Try&lt;br /&gt;This song definitely had to grow on me. It strikes me if Oh Invisible didn't have a horrible drum machine in the background it would be this song. Of course April suffers from the same ballad-style song with a drum machine in the background but its not a _bad_ drum machine this time. I love Oh Invisible but I can't listen to the CD version. April is a Land Dispute song. The slower songs on White Beyond and Holiness of Now are epic. They're operatic. Land Dispute ballads are a different style. They're either weird drum machine... things... or keyboard songs. None of this means April is bad. I like it. Not a huge amount. It doesn't move mountains. But it makes me with Oh Invisible wasn't so unlistenable. The lyrics are quite good just not overly memorable. I won't be skipping this song but I don't think I'll be looking for it. &lt;br /&gt;And April, we are not just two/You are not just you/And a thread runs through this/In time will I leave what's mine?/Will we learn to push the world away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's Gonna Ride Your Wild Horses?&lt;br /&gt;The first cover of the EP. And its U2. But bear with me. I want you to go back to Pillbox Tales where you said "Oh god. The Cure?" And then it was really good. This song makes me like U2. Well, not U2 per say but this is really good. Its so clearly not TSN that its weird to listen to. The lyric structure is different and the vocal notes are just poppy that it sounds like Alex is, frankly, a pop star. But its good. I recommend. I wouldn't give it to someone who is just getting into TSN (unless they were a U2 fan) but I would certainly tell someone to listen to it. Theres just not much to say, you have to listen to this one. Its like listening to TSN completely TSN-up a song but only to a certain line where they stand on their tip toes and teeter back and forth trying not to fall over. &lt;br /&gt;Who's gonna ride your wild horses?/Who's gonna drown in your blue sea?/Who's gonna taste your snow-white kisses?/And who's gonna fall at the foot of thee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;State Road 25&lt;br /&gt;Alex writes a lot of road songs doesn't he? While being a very definite song this is another forgettable track. It reminds me of another song. Crash, maybe? Either way. Lyrically its just another one of Alex's road travel songs. With a random reference to his parents. I mean I know his mom is the only person who knows hes a genius but its so out of place in this song on this EP that it throws me every time. Its like when Freezepop curses. Meh. I haven't gotten on the road songs yet. When I Crash is great but this is just not for me. Maybe in another month. Not to mention I just sat down and read the lyrics to look for a really good line and I am totally lost now. What the fuck is this song about? As far as I can tell its about hitch-hiking home, then getting in a car, getting to the parents house, then the hitch-hiker is gone, so the parents say "Oh well people have been bringing him home since 1995 and no one has succeeded yet." (but I'm still alive). Its like Alex had a special Alex seizure. I don't get it and for some reason it kind of offends me.&lt;br /&gt;And as the trees soaked with starlight in time/Are replaced by endless crosses suspending electrical arteries/And streetlights and billboards for cigarettes, I say, "We're almost there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Space Between&lt;br /&gt;The second cover. This time its The Legendary Pink Dots. And out of the blue we have a You'll Wake Up Yesterday song. Strangely gothy and sounds like there are about five people all singing over a simple guitar. I like this song much better then State Road 25 but thats not saying much but this song does not do anything special. It has a few really cool moments but it feels like such an old track its mildly difficult to get into it. While State Road kina pisses me off this song instills in me a calm of neutrality. Good but meh.&lt;br /&gt;The team that made a myth by hiding it. Became a hit on Broadway but it wasn't quite the same - they all FORGOT our names. We ALL have names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New World&lt;br /&gt;The title track. I can barely contain myself. This song is trying so hard SO hard to be my favorite song. It has the head-cocking Alex lyrics, a gothy musical beat with a Holiness of Now/White Beyond style orchestra, and a dance beat that literally had me running around the apartment with the stereo up to floor rumbling volume. Its like Trial of Fire got a new make-over and was spliced with Inside of You and one of those really crappy goth-dance bands that make you sad because they're trying so hard and failing so badly. This is goth-pop dance music. And its AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;When you dance past gravity/When the world will not believe/Then dance into a new world&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should say something more than "hell yeah, Imma happy". Imagine an orchestra playing a classic piece but tweaked so that the piano is a synth tone then put a drum beat behind it, but not a repetitive one. Then make Alex sing a simple but bouncy and very Alex set of lyrics in his "haha I'm a goth voice" and apparently you get pure gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall this is not a disappointing EP. Short but sweet and with New Year and New World as our sandwich bread you could stick Panic! At the Disco in there and I'd still tell you to buy it. As for the meat and cheese? Good but not remarkable. The U2 cover is pretty catchy, April is a nice little reprieve from Oh Invisible, Space Between is a nice song but nothing special, and don't get me started on State Road. I would pay $8 for the New twins. Hell, I'd pay a lot more than $8 for those two songs alone. Toss in a good song, an ok song, and a few forgettable ones and I'm very happy with my purchase.</content>
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