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  <title>Skipping Ahead</title>
  <subtitle>From the end to the beging and back again.</subtitle>
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    <name>satsu</name>
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  <updated>2007-10-20T17:47:46Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:satsu_the_clown:15561</id>
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    <title>satsu_the_clown @ 2007-10-20T13:44:00</title>
    <published>2007-10-20T17:47:46Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-20T17:47:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm in the process of creating a writing journal, so I may not be around this one much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;The only resone I'm posting this is because I haven't posted anything in over a month and now feel required too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;It feels weird, almost like I'm juggling lives, but I want to see wear it takes me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Plus I kinda like having a fresh start.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;Have a good day,&lt;br /&gt;Satsu</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:satsu_the_clown:15237</id>
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    <title>My Wrist Hurt Now...</title>
    <published>2007-09-09T17:54:56Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-09T17:54:56Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>So Hot by Kid Rock</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I fell like crying. &lt;br /&gt;I had to do a Genealogy project for History , and I knew it was going to be easy. My Mom was inbetween jobs for a while and she realy got in to geneaolgy. So naturally I just copied all of the stuff she found out. It took me a week to copy by hand but I can now tell you what relative lived in West Virgina wean it was still Virgina&amp;nbsp; and wean they got married. It was all well and good until yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I spent nearly five hours entering this crap in to a word document for the final draft, then e-mailing it to my self because I'm at the library and I forgot to bring the money to print it off. So I come back to the library today, find a computer log in and get in to my e-mail account. But the e-mail isn't there. The projects do tomorrow. I typed up seven damned pages yesterday. So I freaked and typed six of those seven pages in under thirty minutes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of this story, Back up all documents and if not you better type like your life's depending on it.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:satsu_the_clown:15036</id>
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    <title>satsu_the_clown @ 2007-09-01T12:06:00</title>
    <published>2007-09-01T16:14:40Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-01T16:14:40Z</updated>
    <category term="fanfic"/>
    <lj:music>Something by the Beasty Boys</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I've noticed something very odd going on in recent months... I've been getting reviews,favs, and author favs for my Inuyasha fics. This might not seam odd to most but I haven't even looked at the damn things for at least two years. So I've been wondering, is their some weird pairings movement going on the Inuyasha fandum? And if there is why stories that haven't been touched in over 12 months? Surely there some newer stuff out their....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I'm just paranoid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm now in love with Microsoft Fireworks ~&amp;lt;3 I would be playing with it right now but the computers at the Library don't have them :( So I'm going to go watch the Golden Compass trailer now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satsu</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:satsu_the_clown:14778</id>
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    <title>satsu_the_clown @ 2007-08-27T15:06:00</title>
    <published>2007-08-27T19:11:12Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-27T19:11:12Z</updated>
    <category term="school"/>
    <lj:music>Lie by Black Light Burns</lj:music>
    <content type="html">The Spanish language has official kicked my ass, so I do by hear surrender and agree to study my ass of for the rest of the year ( and the rest of my high school carer damn it! ) in hopes of passing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is, I can now do simple HTML and I hope I will be able to make my own site by the end of the year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satsu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: My friend scored tickets to X fest!!! Guess who's going :D :D :D !!!</content>
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    <title>satsu_the_clown @ 2007-07-28T13:26:00</title>
    <published>2007-07-28T17:37:37Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-28T17:37:37Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>Lie by Black Light Burn</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I can't believe how fast the summer has gone by! &lt;br /&gt;Of course it all ways goes by faster if you do nothing, but that's not the point. I'm jittery about my classes but that's to be expected. &lt;br /&gt;I can honestly say I want school to start so I can get the first few weeks over with and get back into the motions of things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, The Golden Compass looks amazing! I'm so glad there making it, and I simply can't wait to see it! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satsu</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:satsu_the_clown:14188</id>
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    <title>How fast life can be compromised ( The Hell Song )</title>
    <published>2007-07-23T18:07:53Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-28T17:39:21Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>Hell Song by Sum 41</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if you wear so socially unable that you weren't able to date a guy you know and don't hate for a week? What if he kinda started hitting on you after at least four months? What if you realy, realy just wanted him to go away? Is that messed up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hell Song by Sum 41&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="How fast life can be compromised"&gt;Everybodys got their problems&lt;br /&gt;Everybody says the same things to you&lt;br /&gt;Its just a matter how you solve them&lt;br /&gt;And knowing how to change the things youve been through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fear Ive come to realize&lt;br /&gt;How fast life can be compromised&lt;br /&gt;Stand back to see whats going on&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe this happened to you, this happened to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just a problem that were faced with&lt;br /&gt;Am I not the only one that hates to standby&lt;br /&gt;Complications headed first in this line&lt;br /&gt;With all these pictures running through my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Cause I don't know if its for sure"&gt;Knowing endless consequences&lt;br /&gt;I feel so useless in this&lt;br /&gt;Cant patch that back and as for me, I cant believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Part of me, wont agree&lt;br /&gt;Cause I dont know if its for sure&lt;br /&gt;Sunnenly, suddenly&lt;br /&gt;I dont feel so insecure&lt;br /&gt;Anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybodys got their problems&lt;br /&gt;Everybody says the same things to you&lt;br /&gt;Its just a matter how you solve them&lt;br /&gt;What else are we supposed to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="I don't think I knew what I had"&gt;Part of me, wont agree&lt;br /&gt; Cause I dont know if its for sure&lt;br /&gt; Sunnenly, suddenly&lt;br /&gt; I dont feel so insecure&lt;br /&gt; Anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of me, wont agree&lt;br /&gt; Cause I dont know if its for sure&lt;br /&gt; Sunnenly, suddenly&lt;br /&gt; I dont feel so insecure&lt;br /&gt; Anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(why do things that matter the most&lt;br /&gt;Never end up cutting close&lt;br /&gt;Now that I find out, it aint so bad&lt;br /&gt;I dont think I knew what I had) &lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:satsu_the_clown:13881</id>
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    <title>Kansas - Carry On My Way Ward Son</title>
    <published>2007-07-12T16:38:21Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-12T16:38:21Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="There'll be peace when you are done"&gt;Carry on my wayward son&lt;br /&gt; There'll be peace when you are done&lt;br /&gt; Lay your weary head to rest&lt;br /&gt; Don't you cry no more&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Once I rose above the noise and confusion&lt;br /&gt; Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion&lt;br /&gt; I was soaring ever higher&lt;br /&gt; But I flew too high&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man&lt;br /&gt; Though my mind could think I still was a mad man&lt;br /&gt; I hear the voices when I'm dreaming&lt;br /&gt; I can hear them say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Lay your weary head to rest"&gt; Carry on my wayward son&lt;br /&gt; There'll be peace when you are done&lt;br /&gt; Lay your weary head to rest&lt;br /&gt; Don't you cry no more&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Masquerading as a man with a reason&lt;br /&gt; My charade is the event of the season&lt;br /&gt; And if I claim to be a wise man, well&lt;br /&gt; It surely means that I don't know&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; On a stormy sea of moving emotion&lt;br /&gt; Tossed about I'm like a ship on the ocean&lt;br /&gt; I set a course for winds of fortune&lt;br /&gt; But I hear the voices say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a name="cutid3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Don't you cry no more"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Carry on my wayward son&lt;br /&gt; There'll be peace when you are done&lt;br /&gt; Lay your weary head to rest&lt;br /&gt; Don't you cry no more&lt;br /&gt; No!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Carry on, you will always remember&lt;br /&gt; Carry on, nothing equals the splendor&lt;br /&gt; The center lights around your vanity&lt;br /&gt; But surely heaven waits for you&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Carry on my wayward son&lt;br /&gt; There'll be peace when you are done&lt;br /&gt; Lay your weary head to rest&lt;br /&gt; Don't you cry (don't you cry no more)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Ben 10 x Kevin 11</title>
    <published>2007-07-05T18:08:31Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-11T15:15:00Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>Homecoming Queen by Hinder</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I finished them! I freak'n finished them!!   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom: &lt;/b&gt;Ben 10&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Pairing: &lt;/b&gt;Ben Tennyson x Kevin &lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Theme set: &lt;/b&gt;Alpha&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Rating: T&lt;br /&gt; Warning:&lt;/b&gt; Mentions of sex and death. Oh and I kinda killed any grammar that I might have had doing this.&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;Note:&lt;/b&gt; Some of these ( most I think ) are set wean Ben and Kevin are older.&amp;nbsp;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="10 x 11 = love"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;#01 – Comfort: They fell into their rolls with a scary amount of ease, the hero and the villain, it was easier that way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;#02 – Kiss: Ben could taste his blood on his lips, salty and harsh like a penny, until Kevin licked it away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;#03 – Soft: It had surprised Gwen, how soft the older teen could be to her cousin out side of the battle field. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;#04 – Pain: He had expect to feel something, some sort of accomplishment and delight, wean he finale defeated Ben but all he could feel was a dull loneliness and a sharp pain in his gut. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;#05 – Potatoes: “Some times life is unfair Benny” Kevin said with a grin as he popped the last French fry into his mouth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;#06 – Rain- It was the rain that Kevin missed the most, drifting so far from the marble he called a home, or at least hat’s what he convinced him self he did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;#07 – Chocolate: Ben quickly learned to share his chocolate with Kevin, the older teen had a wicked temper that often got them both in trouble. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;#08 – Happiness: There relation ship was complicated at its best and violent at it’s worst, but no one could say that they hadn’t made each other happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;#09 – Telephone: It took Kevin two weeks of Ben being gone to find the wonders of phone sex, it took a week an a half for Gwen to pick up on one of there “conversations” and put an end to it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;#10 – Ears: Ever time Kevin whispered promises of forever in his ears after they made love Ben couldn’t help but thinking that he had fallen in love with a liar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;#11 – Name: “Bitch” Kevin hissed as he wiped the blood from his chin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;#12 – Sensual: There was something oddly sensual about the way Kevin smiled, and it scarred Ben to think of why. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;#13 – Death: They both knew it would end like this, but that didn’t mean they wanted it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;#14 – Sex: Kevin’s affection for the younger boy was odd, to say the least, it was a mixture of love and hate his sadistic nature and of course a nice big helping of a sexual addiction, but it was there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;#15 – Touch: “Come on, this one’s easy” Kevin whined as he pocked Ben in his hip only to have his lover roll his eyes at him and go back to his homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;#16 – Weakness: They both had there weaknesses, there soft spots, but those they kept carefully guarded, from each other most of all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;#17 – Tears: He wasn’t crying because of the pain, they both knew that, and they were both ok ignoring the real resound why, at least for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;#18 – Speed: Kevin had expected his attraction to Ben to be brief and bright like a firework, but nearly two years later he finally realized that it wasn’t going to be that simple. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;#19 – Wind: “Come on Ben, be the wind beneath my wings.” Kevin taunted drunkenly as he pulled the other boy down on the bed with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;#20 – Freedom: “Theirs no freedom in love, love” Kevin said as he flicked a used match in to the trash can “so best enjoy it while it last.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;#21 – Life: “Pain is necessary,” Ben said pausing only for a moment to glare at Kevin as he made a comment about bondage “It is the only thing that separates the living from the non living.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;#22 – Jealousy: All Kevin could remember was seeing them together not two weeks after Ben had left him, but he wasn’t an idiot, he could guess wear the blood on his hands came from. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;#23 – Hands: “Hands” Ben hissed as he felt Kevin’s slip into his jeans. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;#24 – Taste: Kevin thought Ben was addictively tasty, all salt, sweat, and skin yet oddly sweet with sex, but he had no plans on ever telling him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;#25 – Devotion: Kevin’s devotion wasn’t obvious on the out side, he had at least two other partners while he was with Ben, but he had never been big on showing affection.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;#26 – Forever: There was no such thing as forever, especially for them, and they both knew it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;#27 – Blood: “This is never going to come out” Ben said with a sigh as he glared at the blood stain on his shirt, his boyfriend’s only comment was to laugh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;#28 – Sickness : Out of all the things they had yelled at each other that night, and there had been quite a lot, the one that really hurt was wean Ben told him he was sick right before slamming the door and leaving. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;#29 – Melody: Ben was a lot of things, musically inclined was not one of them, but Kevin could forgive him for that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;#30 – Star: “I don’t know why people love looking at them so much” Kevin sighed as Ben kept looking up at the stars. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;#31 – Home: It rely does look like a marble, Kevin thought as his ship drew closure to Earth with ever second. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;#32 – Confusion: All Ben could remember was Kevin being close, to close, and kissing him the next thing he knew he was pinned to a wall half naked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;#33 – Fear: He left, but looking back it was hard to convince himself that he hadn’t run out of fear that Ben would do it first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;#34 - Lightning/Thunder: Kevin had to suppress his smile as a crash of thunder rattled the windows and Ben pressed him self even closer.&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;#35 – Bonds: “I can live with these bonds” Ben said as met his lovers gaze “But the question is, can you ?” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;#36 – Market: “The world has enough heroes for now, you should wait until a few of them die, don’t give me that look you know they will.” &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;#37 – Technology: The&lt;/span&gt; Omnitrix &lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;gave off a steady ghostly green light from it’s place on his wrist, and Kevin found him self wondering wear they would be with out it. &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;#38 – Gift: Kevin watched in amusement as Ben warily opened his gift. &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;#39 – Smile: Sometimes Ben wondered why he stayed with Kevin and then he would smile, and Ben found it hard to even think about leaving. &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;#40 – Innocence: Sometimes wean Ben was sleeping next to him Kevin’s heart would break with the thought of how he’d hurt him, and how he was going to, but sometimes it didn’t so it evened out. &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;#41 – Completion: Ben sometimes wondered how Kevin could make him feel so painfully complete one moment and so completely empty the next. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;#42 – Clouds: “That is not a rabbit,” Kevin said as he pointed up at the cloud accusingly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;#43 – Sky: Wean Ben asked what he loved about traveling Kevin gave him a lie about the sky. &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;#44 – Heaven: There wear moments, sweet and rare, that Kevin let him self believe there was such a thing as forever and a heaven.&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;#45 – Hell: But he could never shake his certainty that there was a hell, and he was going there, no matter what Ben said. &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;#46 – Sun: Sometimes Kevin swore Ben gave off a glow, but then again he might be being bias. &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;#47 – Moon: Ben thought Kevin was a night person, the moon had a way of softening all of his harsh lines and making his eyes shine. &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;#48 – Waves: Ben knew for a fact grief didn’t come in stages, it came in waves that could suck you under and never let you go if you left them.&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;#49 – Hair: Kevin wanted to be alone, but couldn’t find it in him to push the other boy away once he felt his hair on his cheek. &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;#50 – Supernova: Something went wrong with the watch the only thing the survivors could compare it to was a dieing sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="" class="MsoNormal"&gt;ex posted to: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_ben10_x_kevin11' lj:user='ben10_x_kevin11' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/ben10_x_kevin11/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif' alt='[info]' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: bottom; 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    <title>Hinder - Homecoming Queen Lyrics</title>
    <published>2007-07-03T15:45:23Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-03T15:45:23Z</updated>
    <category term="lyrics"/>
    <lj:music>Nickleback- Savin' Me</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hinder- Homecoming Queen&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="It's such a shame"&gt;It's been five years since Ive seen her face&lt;br /&gt; She's the holy ghost lost without a trace&lt;br /&gt; And now were left with the what ifs&lt;br /&gt; It's been five years since she left for LA&lt;br /&gt; She's an angel with a dirty face&lt;br /&gt; And it seems to me&lt;br /&gt; She's a casuality of all the pressure&lt;br /&gt; That we put on her&lt;br /&gt; And now we've lost her for good&lt;br /&gt; It's such a shame shame shame&lt;br /&gt; That our homecoming queen&lt;br /&gt; Was a lot like you and a lot like me&lt;br /&gt; And she never walked on water&lt;br /&gt; Guess no one really saw her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="That our home coming queen was a lot like me and you"&gt; She was so adored by everyone&lt;br /&gt; When it came to looks she was next to none&lt;br /&gt; But loved partying and having too much fun&lt;br /&gt; Then she hooked up with the wrong someone&lt;br /&gt; And he promised everything under the sun&lt;br /&gt; And it seems to me&lt;br /&gt; She's a casuality of all the pressure&lt;br /&gt; That he put on her&lt;br /&gt; And now we've lost her for good&lt;br /&gt; It's such a shame shame shame&lt;br /&gt; That our homecoming queen&lt;br /&gt; Was a lot like you and a lot like me&lt;br /&gt; And she never walked on water&lt;br /&gt; Cause no one really saw her&lt;br /&gt; It's such a shame shame shame&lt;br /&gt; That our homecoming queen&lt;br /&gt; Had a lot to prove and so many to please&lt;br /&gt; She's just somebody's daughter&lt;br /&gt; Just looking for somebody to love her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="And she never walked on water"&gt; Well I never knew you&lt;br /&gt; Wish I could've saved you&lt;br /&gt; From losers that drained you&lt;br /&gt; Before you got strung out&lt;br /&gt; With so much potential&lt;br /&gt; How could you let us down&lt;br /&gt; It's such a shame shame shame&lt;br /&gt; That our homecoming queen&lt;br /&gt; Was a lot like you and a lot like me&lt;br /&gt; And she never walked on water&lt;br /&gt; Cause no one really saw her&lt;br /&gt; Shame shame shame&lt;br /&gt; That our homecoming queen&lt;br /&gt; Had a lot to prove and so many to please&lt;br /&gt; She's just somebody's daughter&lt;br /&gt; Just looking for somebody to love her&lt;br /&gt; She's just somebody's daughter&lt;br /&gt; Just looking for somebody to love her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; It's such a shame shame shame...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Me spamming your friends page? NEVER! :D</title>
    <published>2007-06-30T16:19:18Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-30T16:19:18Z</updated>
    <category term="freaks"/>
    <category term="fanfiction"/>
    <lj:music>God's Gonna Cut You Down by Johnny Cash</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I update Freaks!!! *explodes from &lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"&gt;happiness&lt;font size="2"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I just have to dig up the Doctor Annimouse or what ever the hell his name is that has been decomposing in my mail box for this side of forever. Gato would you be willing to beta it &lt;strike&gt;if my mailbox hasn't eaten it &lt;/strike&gt;? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All so posted an Author note at the end of Crying Blood to say that there will be no sequel. I'm actual kinda shocked that i still get reviews for it, considering it's &lt;strike&gt;really&lt;/strike&gt; old and sucky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves,&lt;br /&gt;Satsu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:satsu_the_clown:12773</id>
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    <title>Lyrics: The Road I Must Travel</title>
    <published>2007-06-25T15:48:40Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-25T15:50:54Z</updated>
    <category term="lyrics"/>
    <lj:music>The Road I Must Travel by The Nightwatch man</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Once I had a reason"&gt; 	    			Well I climbed the seven summits&lt;br /&gt; And I swam the seven seas&lt;br /&gt; But the road I must travel&lt;br /&gt; Its end I cannot see&lt;br /&gt; I fought in the jungles&lt;br /&gt; And I fought in the streets&lt;br /&gt; But the road I must travel&lt;br /&gt; Its end I cannot see&lt;br /&gt; Once I had a reason&lt;br /&gt; Don't know what it could be&lt;br /&gt; But the road I must travel&lt;br /&gt; Its end I cannot see&lt;br /&gt; Well I sang to myself&lt;br /&gt; That I want to be free&lt;br /&gt; But the road I must travel&lt;br /&gt; Its end I cannot see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="And I will knock on every door"&gt; I walked the empty desert&lt;br /&gt; And I was burned in the heat&lt;br /&gt; But the road I must travel&lt;br /&gt; Its end I cannot see&lt;br /&gt; I crossed the frozen wasteland&lt;br /&gt; And in the bitter cold did freeze&lt;br /&gt; But the road I must travel&lt;br /&gt; Its end I cannot see&lt;br /&gt; And I will knock on every door&lt;br /&gt; For I do not have a key&lt;br /&gt; And the road I must travel&lt;br /&gt; Its end I cannot see&lt;br /&gt; Well I sang to myself&lt;br /&gt; That I want to be free&lt;br /&gt; But the road I must travel&lt;br /&gt; Its end I cannot see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="They shot a man in Soho"&gt; They shot a man in Soho&lt;br /&gt; Couldn't guess his age&lt;br /&gt; I found his empty journal&lt;br /&gt; I filled up every page&lt;br /&gt; I called up my state senator&lt;br /&gt; They said he wasn't there&lt;br /&gt; The secretary took my name&lt;br /&gt; And man she sounded scared&lt;br /&gt; So I counted my misfortunes&lt;br /&gt; I added up the blame&lt;br /&gt; I picked through all the garbage&lt;br /&gt; I checked off all the names&lt;br /&gt; I read in the newspaper&lt;br /&gt; They'd questioned all my friends&lt;br /&gt; They hoped that they could find me&lt;br /&gt; Before I struck again&lt;br /&gt; Well I sang to myself&lt;br /&gt; That I want to be free&lt;br /&gt; But the road I must travel&lt;br /&gt; Its end I cannot see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid4"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="But the road I must travel"&gt; So when thirsty I will drink&lt;br /&gt; When hungry I will steal&lt;br /&gt; But the road I must travel&lt;br /&gt; Its end I cannot see&lt;br /&gt; So tonight I walk in anger&lt;br /&gt; With worn shoes on my feet&lt;br /&gt; But the road I must travel&lt;br /&gt; Its end I cannot see&lt;br /&gt; And I will sing to myself&lt;br /&gt; That I'm gonna be free&lt;br /&gt; But the road I must travel&lt;br /&gt; Its end I cannot see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; There's a sign along the highway&lt;br /&gt; But it's too dark now to read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ The Nightwatch man</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:satsu_the_clown:12506</id>
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    <title>House WTF!!!!!!</title>
    <published>2007-05-30T19:25:43Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-30T19:25:43Z</updated>
    <category term="house"/>
    <lj:music>Seether: Gift</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I've become rather abscessed with the show House MD recently, so of coarse I've found some rather lovely slash shipps. Mainly House/Wilson but I'm a sucker for House/Chase. So the season finaly relay, relay pissed me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Rant/Spoiler"&gt;He fired Chase. He fired Chase! They're getting rid of the ducklings..... WHAT THE CRAP!!! Are they crazy! I don't think I can wait for the new season to see if any of them come back ( which they have to, or the show simply will not be the show). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God some times I just want to hit people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Liked the husband, hated the wife.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:satsu_the_clown:12232</id>
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    <title>Rant</title>
    <published>2007-04-17T19:24:30Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-17T19:24:30Z</updated>
    <category term="rant"/>
    <lj:music>Just Wana Be Loved by Papa Roach</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Dear Unsigned reviewer of CBABW:"&gt;Dear Unsigned Reviewer of CBBW:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for pointing out the fact my spelling does indeed suck, I know this and have since found the wonderful people who known as betas. I have a few things to say to you: I am not five if I was I wouldn't be on fanfiction.net, you use the word 'damn' to many times and the shift key to little to be taken seriously. Please if you ever contact me again do it under your account, I have a feeling you have one. Oh and please stop abusing the poor coma and use a period for once. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you rot, &lt;br /&gt;Satsu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it wean people leave flames with out leaving an email address or even a name! I mean come on, if you are a real flamer you at least have the pride to put your name on it! I know CBABW sucks, I kinda wrought it after all, people reviewing and telling me it's bad doesn't bother me at all but if the first word in your review is 'damn' which you just happen to use 12 words later I find it disturbing and aggravating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves,&lt;br /&gt;Satsu</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:satsu_the_clown:11800</id>
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    <title>Tags</title>
    <published>2007-04-14T19:44:03Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-14T19:44:03Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Welcome to Paradise by Green Day</lj:music>
    <content type="html">1. Grab the nearest book. &lt;br /&gt;2. Open the book to page 23. &lt;br /&gt;3. Find the fifth sentence. &lt;br /&gt;4. Post the text of the next three sentences in your journal along with these instructions. &lt;br /&gt;5. Don't dig for your favorite book, the cool book, or the intellectual one: pick the CLOSEST. &lt;br /&gt;6. Go on, you know you want to play, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It all comes rushing back at me---the memories of this place...The kip itself, the place where we slept all in a pile of urchin, rag, and hay, sits up on a sort of stone ledge. I dust off a spot on it and sit myself down, placing the basket next to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;L.A. Meyer, &lt;i&gt;Under the Jolly Roger&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:satsu_the_clown:11742</id>
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    <title>Blah</title>
    <published>2007-04-10T20:23:15Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-10T20:29:19Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Twisted Transitor by Korn</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;It's been so long I'm not sure what to wright . My mom might be mad at me, forgot to call in again, but I left her a note so she might not be. &lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Cramping like a dieing cow&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/font&gt;, god sometimes life sucks! Need to enter my drabble into gen_drabbles. &lt;br /&gt;They still haven't got Hell To Pay by Simon R Green in yet, kinda pissed about that. I have fallen in love with the &lt;span name="storytext" style="font-size: 12px; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Norrington/Will pairing from POTC, to bad there is like non out there. My cat has been fighting thrue our solid glass no screens window with another cat, jumping and hissing the hole bit, and now she sits there guarding it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves&lt;br /&gt;Fuzz &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Still need to edit Charmcaster. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:satsu_the_clown:11447</id>
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    <title>satsu_the_clown @ 2007-02-03T14:00:00</title>
    <published>2007-02-03T19:05:39Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-03T19:05:39Z</updated>
    <category term="school"/>
    <lj:music>Korn- Twisted Transistor</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Hello loves,&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; School is getting, well schoolesh. Planning what classes to take next year has got me a flitter with nerves, they realy should give us more time to schedual it all out! I've been watching King Arthur(2004) for about a week now. It's a good movie, just slowly passed. I've all so been dreaming up and actualy writing things down too.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I still need to finish editing Charmcaster.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves,&lt;br /&gt;Satsu</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:satsu_the_clown:11219</id>
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    <title>satsu_the_clown @ 2006-11-27T17:00:00</title>
    <published>2006-11-27T21:00:34Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-27T19:12:17Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Wana Be Loved By Papa Roach</lj:music>
    <content type="html">It feels great to finaly be working on my story again! :D But some thing has come up that just might put a damper on it, I no longer have cabole so I no longer get Cartoon-Network. I do how ever plan to watch them on YouTube,from the libarary and find out any thing I missed from Wiki. I'm still daboling in orginal fiction and am kinda sorta doing research. But I think i'm to young to be devoting any thing real in to it, but you never know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;P.S: I love my new icon .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace and Love,&lt;br /&gt;Satsu</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:satsu_the_clown:10950</id>
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    <title>Crash and Burn</title>
    <published>2006-10-01T19:24:03Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-01T19:24:03Z</updated>
    <category term="internet"/>
    <lj:music>Side of A Bullet by NickleBack</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It sadness me to say my computer has fallen victum to a virus and until we can get all seven restart disks it is dead. But I can however get on at the library - as I am now - so not all hope is lost.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will still finish writting Freaks, and may even come out with more fanfiction.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love all ways,&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Satsu &lt;/p&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:satsu_the_clown:10594</id>
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    <title>satsu_the_clown @ 2006-09-08T21:00:00</title>
    <published>2006-09-09T01:05:03Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-09T01:05:03Z</updated>
    <category term="fiction"/>
    <lj:music>Rockstar by NickleBack</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'm grounded for the weekend, kinda sucky but nothing big.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda sad that I didn't see my friend at the football game - that I left less than half way thrue- I was realy kinda angry at the time but I cooled my jets some and know relise it was probably harmones or some weird shit like that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of starting ( It's harder than I rember to start a multi chapter story !) an orignale fiction on FictionPress.net.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some neat ideas, now if they would only stop changing on me I could get some work done!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love,&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Satsu</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:satsu_the_clown:10478</id>
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    <title>Unspell Checked Boring Day</title>
    <published>2006-08-16T00:35:40Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-16T00:36:18Z</updated>
    <category term="school"/>
    <lj:music>I'm So Sick by Flyleaf</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="School, Writting.... and stuff "&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My first day of high school was rather boring... nothing realy happened except for the part wear my tech class teacher gave us flippen home work!!!! But it was easy so it's not that big of a deal , just hte fact that he did it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Shit, I can't join the anime club and my school because it's on the same day as my knitting ( did I spell that right ? ) class... yes I take knitting, it's rather fun.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Even shittyer is I have like no classes with my group ( still got a few with some friends thou ) so I see no one I normaly sit with which realy sucks ass.. Thear are like Senories in my math class..... There is no way in hell I'm failing any of my classes this year, not that I have ever failed any besides Math.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Started the bases of a plot for an orignal fiction I realy, realy want to write. But thear is so much detail, I used a hole page to describe ( vaguly) one city... and thears like six of theam !!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Un spell checked because I'm lazy and evil like that......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh Flyleaf = &lt;strike&gt;way better than Green Day&lt;/strike&gt;The best !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; I realy need to get Kraab's,Charmcaster's, and some one else's Freaks chapter(s) doun... I have some idea's for thear theams but I might just want to rethink theam ( I don't want ot have to go thrue three or four rewrites like I did with Sixsix *_* )</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:satsu_the_clown:10180</id>
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    <title>satsu_the_clown @ 2006-08-07T20:33:00</title>
    <published>2006-08-08T00:35:20Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-08T00:35:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="100" width="100" alt="" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/TwistedRouse/Kiba-tracks.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just a test on posting icons.....&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:satsu_the_clown:9931</id>
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    <title>B day</title>
    <published>2006-08-04T16:14:26Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-04T16:17:00Z</updated>
    <category term="birthday"/>
    <lj:music>I Love Rock N' Roll by Joan Jett &amp; The Blackhearts</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;Yay only one more year till i can get my drivers permit !&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;On a nother note, my grandma stopped by while I had this turned Pet&amp;nbsp;by Perfect Circle&amp;nbsp;turned up. I think it might have scared her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcc00"&gt;I might see Saw for the first time later today, kinda nerves but I've seen The Ring ( and have been scared by it ) it's can't be much worst.....right ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:satsu_the_clown:9641</id>
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    <title>satsu_the_clown @ 2006-07-28T20:05:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-29T00:11:38Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-29T00:11:38Z</updated>
    <lj:music>In Due Time by Submersed</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p align="center"&gt;Summer Gym is now over, woot!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's time to become depressed by day time TV!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;My friend gave me the sound track to The Fantastic 4, man I love it. It has more rap than I'm use to but it's good.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pulse and The Desent looking fricken scary.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:satsu_the_clown:9422</id>
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    <title>Shipps</title>
    <published>2006-07-26T22:22:03Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-08T18:04:39Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Waiting(Save Your Life) by Omnisoul</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I was bored, so I typed up a small list of some of the pairings I ship.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Read At Your own Risk"&gt; &lt;p&gt;Pairings in&lt;b&gt; bold&lt;/b&gt; are my favorite(s) for that fandum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Inuyasha :&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Kouga/Kagome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bankotsu/Kagome&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hiten/Kagome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Bankotsu/Jakotsu&lt;br /&gt;Jakotsu/Inuyasha&lt;br /&gt;Naruke/Kagome&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ben 10:&lt;br /&gt;Kevin/Ben&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben/Ghostfreak&amp;nbsp;( I blame Ghost Freak Out )&lt;br /&gt;Gwen/Charmcaster&lt;br /&gt;Hex/Gwen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sixsix/Kraab&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Danny Phantom :&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Danny/Skulker&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny/Vlad&lt;br /&gt;Danny/Ember&lt;br /&gt;Jazz/Clockwork&lt;br /&gt;Clockwork/Dan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Supernatural:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dean/Sam&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sky High:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warren/Will&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Buff&amp;amp;Angle :&lt;br /&gt;Buffy/Spike&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fred/Spike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Illyria/Spike&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Illyria/Angle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Faith/Buffy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FullMetal Alchemist:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Envy/Ed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Envy/Lust&lt;br /&gt;Lust/Greed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Greed/Kimberly&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hawkeye/Roy&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Envy/Greed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;b&gt;Invader Zim/Squee/JTHM :&lt;br /&gt;Zim/Dib&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Zim/Gaz&lt;br /&gt;Gaz/Gir&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Gir/Zim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Todd/Pepito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Older!Todd/Johnny&lt;br /&gt;Johnny/Edgar&lt;br /&gt;Johnny/Jimmy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jimmy/Edgar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jak and Daxter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Jak/Daxter&lt;br /&gt;Jak/Torn&lt;br /&gt;Jak/Erol(Errol)&lt;br /&gt;Daxter/Tess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jak/Jinx&lt;/b&gt; ( This is my favorite pairing to date. )&lt;br /&gt;Jak/Ashlein&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dark Jak/Jak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Light Jak/ Dark Jak &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spider-Man:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Venom/Peter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry/Peter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;House M.D.:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;House/Chase&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House/Wilson&lt;br /&gt;House/Cuddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>satsu_the_clown @ 2006-07-14T18:47:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-14T22:52:32Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-14T22:52:32Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>Wallflowers - One Headlight</lj:music>
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. The character I first fell in love with&lt;br /&gt;02. The character I never expected to love as much as I do now&lt;br /&gt;03. The character everyone else loves that I don't&lt;br /&gt;04. The character I love that everyone else hates&lt;br /&gt;05. The character I used to love but don't any longer&lt;br /&gt;06. The character I would shag anytime&lt;br /&gt;07. The character I'd want to be like&lt;br /&gt;08. The character I'd slap&lt;br /&gt;09. A pairing that I love&lt;br /&gt;10. A pairing that I despise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag any one who read this........&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Answers "&gt;01. Kouga [Inuyasha]&lt;br /&gt;02. Hex [Ben 10]&lt;br /&gt;03. Inuyasha [Inuyasha]&lt;br /&gt;04. Sixsix[Ben 10]&lt;br /&gt;05. Kouga[Inuyasha]&lt;br /&gt;06. Jak [ Jak and Daxter ]&lt;br /&gt;07. Kagome [Inuyasha]&lt;br /&gt;08. Ayame [Inuyasha]&lt;br /&gt;09. Right now Kevin/Ben [Ben 10]&lt;br /&gt;10. KougaAyame [ Inuyasha ] &lt;/div&gt;
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