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  <title>&amp;quot;true song as real as my tears&amp;quot;(c)Cake</title>
  <subtitle>(manas asaras nav īstas)</subtitle>
  <tagline>(manas asaras nav īstas)</tagline>
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    <email>exfrodo@gmail.com</email>
    <name>efa</name>
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    <title>Dear Gossip Girl - Southern Mothers ft. Matt Pearson</title>
    <id>urn:lj:klab.lv:atom1:efa:29389</id>
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    <published>2009-01-12T11:22:00</published>
    <issued>2009-01-12T11:22:00</issued>
    <updated>2009-01-12T09:27:52Z</updated>
    <modified>2009-01-12T09:27:52Z</modified>
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    <content type="html">&amp;lt;lj-template name=&amp;quot;video&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VLRaJOnJHhU&amp;quot;&amp;gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VLRaJOnJ&amp;lt;wbr /&amp;gt;HhU&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/lj-template&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;=)</content>
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    <title>=)</title>
    <id>urn:lj:klab.lv:atom1:efa:29123</id>
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    <published>2008-06-01T21:43:00</published>
    <issued>2008-06-01T21:43:00</issued>
    <updated>2008-06-01T18:44:50Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">David Lee Roth:&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;I&amp;apos;m a family-oriented guy. I&amp;apos;ve personally started four or five this year already.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Money can&amp;apos;t buy you happiness, but it can buy you a yacht big enough to pull up right alongside it.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;I used to jog, but the ice cubes kept falling out of my glass.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;After all these years of bright lights, I still don&amp;apos;t need glasses--I drink straight from the bottle.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;I used to have a drug problem, but now I make enough money so that it&amp;apos;s not a problem anymore.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;I don&amp;apos;t get all the women that I want--I get all the women that want me.&amp;quot;</content>
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  <entry>
    <title>just watching</title>
    <id>urn:lj:klab.lv:atom1:efa:28804</id>
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    <published>2008-03-29T22:39:00</published>
    <issued>2008-03-29T22:39:00</issued>
    <updated>2008-03-29T20:39:10Z</updated>
    <modified>2008-03-29T20:39:10Z</modified>
    <content type="html">«I accept chaos. I don&amp;apos;t know whether it accepts me.»&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;«God, I&amp;apos;m glad I&amp;apos;m not me.»&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;«People are always talking about freedom. Freedom to live a certain way, without being kicked around. Course the more you live a certain way, the less it feel like freedom. Me, uhm, I can change during the course of a day. I wake and I&amp;apos;m one person, when I go to sleep I know for certain I&amp;apos;m somebody else. I don&amp;apos;t know who I am most of the time. »&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;© &amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0368794/quotes&amp;quot;&amp;gt;I&amp;apos;m Not There&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <title>Desperate Housewives =)</title>
    <id>urn:lj:klab.lv:atom1:efa:28380</id>
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    <published>2007-11-26T14:59:00</published>
    <issued>2007-11-26T14:59:00</issued>
    <updated>2007-11-26T13:05:03Z</updated>
    <modified>2007-11-26T13:05:03Z</modified>
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    <content type="html">«Reverend Sikes: &amp;quot;I&amp;apos;m sorry -- just so we&amp;apos;re clear -- are you a heterosexual are aren&amp;apos;t you?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Andrew: &amp;quot;Look...I love vanilla ice cream, okay? But every now and then I&amp;apos;m probably going to be in the mood for chocolate. You know what I&amp;apos;m saying?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Reverend Sikes: &amp;quot;I do, but God would prefer you to stick to the vanilla.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Andrew: &amp;quot;I don&amp;apos;t believe in God.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Reverend Sikes: &amp;quot;You don&amp;apos;t.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Andrew: &amp;quot;No. Sorry.&amp;quot; »&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;« &amp;quot;Yes, life is a journey, one that is much better traveled with a companion by our side. Of course, that companion can be just about anyone... a neighbor on the other side of the street... or the man on the other side of the bed. The companion can be a mother with good intentions... or a child who&amp;apos;s up to no good.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Still, despite our best intentions, some of us will lose our companions along the way. And then the journey becomes unbearable. You see, human beings are designed for many things, but loneliness isn&amp;apos;t one of them.&amp;quot; »</content>
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  <entry>
    <title></title>
    <id>urn:lj:klab.lv:atom1:efa:28152</id>
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    <published>2007-09-24T13:34:00</published>
    <issued>2007-09-24T13:34:00</issued>
    <updated>2007-10-01T09:56:27Z</updated>
    <modified>2007-10-01T09:56:27Z</modified>
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    <content type="html">“MAC gave me 55 lipsticks to test. These are the same lipsticks I got caught stealing by the police when I was 15. How ironic.”&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;      “Pol Pot killed one point seven million Cambodians, died under house &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;arrest, well done there. Stalin killed many millions, died in his bed, aged &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;seventy-two, well done indeed. And the reason we let them get away with it &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;is they killed their own people. And we&amp;apos;re sort of fine with that. Hitler &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;killed people next door. Oh, stupid man. After a couple of years we won&amp;apos;t &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;stand for that, will we?”&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;“Guns don&amp;apos;t kill people, people kill people, and monkeys do too (if they have a gun).”&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;      “Cause if you&amp;apos;re a transvestite, you&amp;apos;re actually a male tomboy, that&amp;apos;s where the sexuality is. Yeah, it&amp;apos;s not drag queen, no; gay men have got that covered. This is male tomboy, and people do get that mixed up, they put transvestite there - no no no no! Little bit of a crowbar separation, thank you! And gay men, I think, would agree. It&amp;apos;s male lesbian, that&amp;apos;s really where it is, ok? Because… it&amp;apos;s true! ‘Cause most transvestites fancy girls, fancy women. So that&amp;apos;s where it is.” &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Two languages in one head? No one can live at that speed! Good Lord man, you&amp;apos;re asking the impossible!&amp;quot; &amp;quot;But, the Dutch speak four languages and smoke marijuana!&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Well … yes, but they&amp;apos;re cheating! Everyone knows that marijuana is a drug enhancement that helps you on track and field to come last in a team of eight million … eight million other runners who are all dead.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Eddie Izzard</content>
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    <title>Kris Kristofferson =Sunday Morning Coming Down=</title>
    <id>urn:lj:klab.lv:atom1:efa:27790</id>
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    <published>2007-09-19T13:57:00</published>
    <issued>2007-09-19T13:57:00</issued>
    <updated>2007-09-19T10:59:19Z</updated>
    <modified>2007-09-19T10:59:19Z</modified>
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    <content type="html">&amp;lt;param name=&amp;quot;movie&amp;quot; value=&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/hJHgwrv4D3k&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=&amp;quot;wmode&amp;quot; value=&amp;quot;transparent&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Well I woke up Sunday morning,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;With no way to hold my head that didn&amp;apos;t hurt.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;And the beer I had for breakfast wasn&amp;apos;t bad,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;So I had one more for dessert.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Then I fumbled through my closet for my clothes,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;And found my cleanest dirty shirt.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;An&amp;apos; I shaved my face and combed my hair,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;An&amp;apos; stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;I&amp;apos;d smoked my brain the night before,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;On cigarettes and songs I&amp;apos;d been pickin&amp;apos;.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;But I lit my first and watched a small kid,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Cussin&amp;apos; at a can that he was kicking.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Then I crossed the empty street,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;apos;n caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin&amp;apos; chicken.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;And it took me back to somethin&amp;apos;,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;That I&amp;apos;d lost somehow, somewhere along the way.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;On the Sunday morning sidewalk,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;apos;Cos there&amp;apos;s something in a Sunday,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Makes a body feel alone.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;And there&amp;apos;s nothin&amp;apos; short of dyin&amp;apos;,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Half as lonesome as the sound,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;On the sleepin&amp;apos; city sidewalks:&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Sunday mornin&amp;apos; comin&amp;apos; down.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;In the park I saw a daddy,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;With a laughin&amp;apos; little girl who he was swingin&amp;apos;.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;And I stopped beside a Sunday school,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;And listened to the song they were singin&amp;apos;.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Then I headed back for home,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin&amp;apos;.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;And it echoed through the canyons, &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;On the Sunday morning sidewalk,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;apos;Cos there&amp;apos;s something in a Sunday,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Makes a body feel alone.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;And there&amp;apos;s nothin&amp;apos; short of dyin&amp;apos;,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Half as lonesome as the sound,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;On the sleepin&amp;apos; city sidewalks:&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Sunday mornin&amp;apos; comin&amp;apos; down.</content>
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    <title></title>
    <id>urn:lj:klab.lv:atom1:efa:27575</id>
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    <published>2007-09-04T15:54:00</published>
    <issued>2007-09-04T15:54:00</issued>
    <updated>2007-09-04T12:54:29Z</updated>
    <modified>2007-09-04T12:54:29Z</modified>
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    <content type="html">I don’t use drugs, my dreams are frightening enough. ~ MC Escher</content>
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  <entry>
    <title></title>
    <id>urn:lj:klab.lv:atom1:efa:27263</id>
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    <published>2007-08-27T16:24:00</published>
    <issued>2007-08-27T16:24:00</issued>
    <updated>2007-08-27T13:25:01Z</updated>
    <modified>2007-08-27T13:25:01Z</modified>
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    <content type="html">Эдуард Гиббон (Edward Gibbon), живший в 1737-1794 гг. от РХ? &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;В свое время он сказал о пути, пройденном Человечеством: &amp;apos;В действительности, история это немного больше, чем перечень преступлений, бредовых поступков и невезений человечества&amp;apos;.</content>
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  <entry>
    <title></title>
    <id>urn:lj:klab.lv:atom1:efa:26924</id>
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    <published>2007-08-26T13:47:00</published>
    <issued>2007-08-26T13:47:00</issued>
    <updated>2007-08-26T10:58:44Z</updated>
    <modified>2007-08-26T10:58:44Z</modified>
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    <content type="html">Если нельзя избежать опасности, что толку в трусости, которая все равно не защитит тебя? &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Древнеиндийское изречение</content>
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  <entry>
    <title>&amp;quot;human&amp;quot; from &amp;quot;humilation&amp;quot;</title>
    <id>urn:lj:klab.lv:atom1:efa:26810</id>
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    <published>2007-08-26T13:39:00</published>
    <issued>2007-08-26T13:39:00</issued>
    <updated>2007-08-26T10:46:12Z</updated>
    <modified>2007-08-26T10:46:12Z</modified>
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    <content type="html">«Paul: Do I really seem like such a monster to you?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Brenda: You look human enough.»&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;«the closer» (seson 2, episode &amp;quot;critical missing&amp;quot;)</content>
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    <title></title>
    <id>urn:lj:klab.lv:atom1:efa:26602</id>
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    <published>2007-08-22T15:17:00</published>
    <issued>2007-08-22T15:17:00</issued>
    <updated>2007-08-22T12:18:09Z</updated>
    <modified>2007-08-22T12:18:09Z</modified>
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    <content type="html">they call baybies miracles only becose it&amp;apos;s sounds beter than accedent</content>
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    <title>/\/\/\/\/\/\</title>
    <id>urn:lj:klab.lv:atom1:efa:26247</id>
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    <published>2007-08-22T12:03:00</published>
    <issued>2007-08-22T12:03:00</issued>
    <updated>2007-08-22T09:04:02Z</updated>
    <modified>2007-08-22T09:04:02Z</modified>
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    <content type="html">&amp;quot;That&amp;apos;s life. It&amp;apos;s sad but it&amp;apos;s horrible.&amp;quot;</content>
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  <entry>
    <title></title>
    <id>urn:lj:klab.lv:atom1:efa:26099</id>
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    <published>2007-06-26T16:24:00</published>
    <issued>2007-06-26T16:24:00</issued>
    <updated>2007-06-26T13:24:59Z</updated>
    <modified>2007-06-26T13:24:59Z</modified>
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    <content type="html">I have nothing against god, it&amp;apos;s his fanclub I don&amp;apos;t like</content>
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    <title>Eddie Izzard</title>
    <id>urn:lj:klab.lv:atom1:efa:25850</id>
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    <published>2007-06-14T12:25:00</published>
    <issued>2007-06-14T12:25:00</issued>
    <updated>2007-06-14T09:31:20Z</updated>
    <modified>2007-06-14T09:31:20Z</modified>
    <content type="html">&amp;lt;img src=&amp;quot;http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e42/morgannaphoenix/EddieIzzard4.jpg&amp;quot;&amp;gt;  &amp;lt;img src=&amp;quot;http://www.comedycv.co.uk/eddieizzard/2003-january-eddie-izzard.jpg&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;I&amp;apos;d be happy to be taken as a woman -- and that&amp;apos;s what I was initially trying to do when I started throwing on dresses and stuff. But that wasn&amp;apos;t going to happen because everyone kept calling me sir. So I thought I&amp;apos;d change the method and just start wearing what I wanted to wear.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;I can go from blokey to girlie in 15 minutes and then I&amp;apos;m out the door. But that&amp;apos;s the fastest I can do it. Becoming a woman takes work.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;I definitely have breast envy. When teenage girls were saying &amp;apos;I wish I had breasts&amp;apos;, I was thinking the same thing.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;My sexuality is straight transvestite or male lesbian. It seems we are beyond the idea that I am gay and hiding it. If I had to describe how I feel in my head, I&amp;apos;d say I&amp;apos;m a complete boy plus half a girl. I don&amp;apos;t seem to have the sixth sense that women have or their stronger senses of taste and smell. Gay men can also have it but straight men don&amp;apos;t.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;When I first came out, I thought, I want to walk like a real woman, I don&amp;apos;t want to do mincing steps. And there was some girl I saw walking up Holloway Road in Islington who had this long languid walk and I thought, that&amp;apos;s what I like, so I incorporated her walk into mine.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0412850/bio&amp;quot;&amp;gt;http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0412850/bio&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&amp;lt;wbr /&amp;gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <title>=P</title>
    <id>urn:lj:klab.lv:atom1:efa:25371</id>
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    <published>2007-06-08T11:54:00</published>
    <issued>2007-06-08T11:54:00</issued>
    <updated>2007-06-08T08:54:53Z</updated>
    <modified>2007-06-08T08:54:53Z</modified>
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    <content type="html">&amp;quot;Sex between a man and a woman can be absolutely wonderful - provided you get between the right man and the right woman.&amp;quot; - Woody Allen</content>
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  <entry>
    <title></title>
    <id>urn:lj:klab.lv:atom1:efa:25276</id>
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    <published>2007-06-06T00:15:00</published>
    <issued>2007-06-06T00:15:00</issued>
    <updated>2007-06-05T21:24:40Z</updated>
    <modified>2007-06-05T21:24:40Z</modified>
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    <content type="html"> «Война — это такой способ решения конфликта, при котором сохранение жизни противника не рассматривается в качестве граничного условия»</content>
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  <entry>
    <title>just browsing</title>
    <id>urn:lj:klab.lv:atom1:efa:24921</id>
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    <published>2007-05-15T19:05:00</published>
    <issued>2007-05-15T19:05:00</issued>
    <updated>2007-05-15T16:07:14Z</updated>
    <modified>2007-05-15T16:07:14Z</modified>
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    <content type="html">«man&amp;apos;s sexual choice is the result and the sum of his fundamental convictions. Tell me what a man finds sexually attractive, and I will tell you his entire philosophy of life. Show me the woman he sleeps with, and I will tell you his valuation of himself. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;... &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; He will always be attracted to the woman who reflects his deepest vision of himself, the woman whose surrender permits him to experience - or to fake - a sense of self-esteem.  The man who is proudly certain of his own value, will want the highest type of woman he can find, the woman he admires, the strongest, the hardest to conquer - because only the possession of a heroine will give him the sense of an achievement, not the possession of a brainless slut.»    (Rand 1957, 489-490)</content>
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  <entry>
    <title>un kur tad palieku es?</title>
    <id>urn:lj:klab.lv:atom1:efa:24718</id>
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    <published>2007-05-15T14:26:00</published>
    <issued>2007-05-15T14:26:00</issued>
    <updated>2007-05-15T11:27:14Z</updated>
    <modified>2007-05-15T11:27:14Z</modified>
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    <content type="html">&amp;lt;i&amp;gt;&amp;lt;font face=&amp;quot;@SimSun&amp;quot; color=&amp;quot;#000000&amp;quot; size=&amp;quot;9&amp;quot;&amp;gt;«Sex is what&amp;apos;s between the legs, and gender is what&amp;apos;s between the ears.»&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/i&amp;gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <title>walls</title>
    <id>urn:lj:klab.lv:atom1:efa:24506</id>
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    <published>2007-04-04T16:29:00</published>
    <issued>2007-04-04T16:29:00</issued>
    <updated>2007-04-04T13:35:33Z</updated>
    <modified>2007-04-04T13:35:33Z</modified>
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    <content type="html">«Where is Lee Harvey Oswald now that his country needs him?»&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;«Like caviar, sex is a special treat. Don&amp;apos;t spread it around like marmalade.»&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;«Smile, they said, life could be worse. So I did, and it was.»&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;«Owing to lack of interest, tomorrow has been cancelled.»&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;«&amp;quot;Free Women.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;--- where? »&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;from the brilliant book &amp;quot;Graffiti II&amp;quot; by Nigel Rees, 1980 Unwin Paperbacks, London&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;http://www.geocities.com/CapeCanaveral/Lab/3550/graffiti.htm&amp;quot;&amp;gt;http://www.geocities.com/CapeCanave&amp;lt;wbr /&amp;gt;ral/Lab/3550/graffiti.htm&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <title>vai &amp;quot;wussy boys&amp;quot; bij emo-boys sākums?</title>
    <id>urn:lj:klab.lv:atom1:efa:24094</id>
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    <published>2007-03-28T14:23:00</published>
    <issued>2007-03-28T14:23:00</issued>
    <updated>2007-03-28T11:25:41Z</updated>
    <modified>2007-03-28T11:25:41Z</modified>
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    <content type="html">«The Wussy Boy Manifesto»&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;http://orion.csuchico.edu/Pages/vol42issue13/opinion/o.4.wussyboymanifesto.html&amp;quot;&amp;gt;http://orion.csuchico.edu/Pages/vol42is&amp;lt;wbr /&amp;gt;sue13/opinion/o.4.wussyboymanifesto.html&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&amp;lt;wbr /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Now I am no longer ashamed of my Wussiness. No, I&amp;apos;m empowered by it. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;When I&amp;apos;m at a stoplight and some testosterone-redneck-methamphetamine-joc&amp;lt;wbr /&amp;gt;k-fratboy-asshole dumb fuck pulls up beside me blasting his Trans Am&amp;apos;s stereo with power chord anthems to big tits and date rape, I no longer avoid his eyesight. Hell, no. I just crank all 12 watts of my car stereo and I rock out right in his face, sporting the devil sign and Morrissey&amp;apos;s voice, &amp;quot;I am human and I want to be loved, just like everybody else does!&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;And, yeah, before I get the nerve to hold a girl&amp;apos;s hand, I gotta play that eighth-grade thumb-rubbing game for 45 minutes and, yeah, it takes four dates and three Zimas before I get the nerve to kiss her. But you know what, it&amp;apos;s worth every moment you wait for it! So, just kick back, relax, watch &amp;quot;When Harry Met Sally&amp;quot; for the fifth time and know that it&amp;apos;s coming ... eventually. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;I am Wussy Boy, hear me roar (meow). &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...&amp;quot;</content>
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  <entry>
    <title>=)</title>
    <id>urn:lj:klab.lv:atom1:efa:23940</id>
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    <published>2007-03-26T13:27:00</published>
    <issued>2007-03-26T13:27:00</issued>
    <updated>2007-03-26T10:37:28Z</updated>
    <modified>2007-03-26T10:37:28Z</modified>
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    <content type="html">«Over the centuries, mankind has tried many ways of combating the forces of evil... prayer, fasting, good works and so on. Up until &amp;quot;Doom&amp;quot;, no one seemed to have thought about the double-barrel shotgun.  Eat leaden death, demon... »&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Terry Pratchett.</content>
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  <entry>
    <title></title>
    <id>urn:lj:klab.lv:atom1:efa:23607</id>
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    <published>2007-03-19T15:18:00</published>
    <issued>2007-03-19T15:18:00</issued>
    <updated>2007-03-19T13:19:19Z</updated>
    <modified>2007-03-19T13:19:19Z</modified>
    <category term="music"/>
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    <content type="html">&amp;quot;some days i feel like shit,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;some days i wanna quit, and just be normal for a bit..&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=&amp;quot;movie&amp;quot; value=&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/8zBybdnDQCI&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=&amp;quot;wmode&amp;quot; value=&amp;quot;transparent&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;a name=&amp;quot;cutid1&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Fort minor - Where&amp;apos;d You Go? &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;where&amp;apos;d you go?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;i miss you so,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;seems like it&amp;apos;s been forever,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;that you&amp;apos;ve been gone.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;she said &amp;quot;some days i feel like shit,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;some days i wanna quit, and just be normal for a bit,&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;i don&amp;apos;t understand why you have to always be gone,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;i get along but the trips always feel so long,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;and, i find myself tryna stay by the phone,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;apos;cause your voice always helps me when i feel so alone,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;but i feel like an idiot, workin&amp;apos; my day around the call,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;but when i pick up i don&amp;apos;t have much to say,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;so, i want you to know it&amp;apos;s a little fucked up,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;that i&amp;apos;m stuck here waitin&amp;apos;, at times debatin&amp;apos;,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;tellin&amp;apos; you that i&amp;apos;ve had it with you and your career,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;me and the rest of the family here singing &amp;quot;where&amp;apos;d you go?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;i miss you so,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;seems like it&amp;apos;s been forever,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;that you&amp;apos;ve been gone.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;where&amp;apos;d you go?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;i miss you so,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;seems like it&amp;apos;s been forever,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;that you&amp;apos;ve been gone,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;please come back home...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;you know the place where you used to live,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;used to barbeque up burgers and ribs,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;used to have a little party every hallowe&amp;apos;en with candy by the pile,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;but now, you only stop by every once in a while,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;shit, i find myself just fillin&amp;apos; my time,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;anything to keep the thought of you from my mind,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;i&amp;apos;m doin&amp;apos; fine, i plan to keep it that way,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;you can call me if you find you have somethin&amp;apos; to say,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;and i&amp;apos;ll tell you, i want you to know it&amp;apos;s a little fucked up,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;that i&amp;apos;m stuck here waitin&amp;apos;, at times debatin&amp;apos;,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;tellin&amp;apos; you that i&amp;apos;ve had it with you and your career,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;me and the rest of the family here singing &amp;quot;where&amp;apos;d you go?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;i miss you so,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;seems like it&amp;apos;s been forever,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;that you&amp;apos;ve been gone.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;where&amp;apos;d you go?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;i miss you so,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;seems like it&amp;apos;s been forever,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;that you&amp;apos;ve been gone,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;please come back home...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;i want you to know it&amp;apos;s a little fucked up,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;that i&amp;apos;m stuck here waitin&amp;apos;, no longer debatin&amp;apos;,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;tired of sittin&amp;apos; and hatin&amp;apos; and makin&amp;apos; these excuses,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;for while you&amp;apos;re not around, and feeling so useless,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;it seems one thing has been true all along,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;you don&amp;apos;t really know what you got &amp;apos;til it&amp;apos;s gone,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;i guess i&amp;apos;ve had it with you and your career,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;when you come back i won&amp;apos;t be here and you&amp;apos;ll can sing it...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;where&amp;apos;d you go?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;i miss you so,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;seems like it&amp;apos;s been forever,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;that you&amp;apos;ve been gone.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;where&amp;apos;d you go?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;i miss you so,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;seems like it&amp;apos;s been forever,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;that you&amp;apos;ve been gone,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;please come back home...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;please come back home...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;please come back home...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;please come back home...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;please come back home...</content>
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  <entry>
    <title></title>
    <id>urn:lj:klab.lv:atom1:efa:23406</id>
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    <published>2007-03-13T13:12:00</published>
    <issued>2007-03-13T13:12:00</issued>
    <updated>2007-03-13T11:18:28Z</updated>
    <modified>2007-03-13T11:18:28Z</modified>
    <content type="html">&amp;quot;Lotte Von Ornstein: The dogs approve of you. They only approve of murderers and perverts. Which one are you? &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Konrad Ludwig: Both! &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Lotte Von Ornstein: I knew it. &amp;quot;  ©«Something for Everyone»&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;http://imageshack.us&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;img src=&amp;quot;http://img81.imageshack.us/img81/1187/somethingforeveryonejx1.jpg&amp;quot; border=&amp;quot;0&amp;quot; alt=&amp;quot;Image Hosted by ImageShack.us&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0066392/&amp;quot;&amp;gt;http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0066392/&amp;lt;wbr /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <title>Nemi</title>
    <id>urn:lj:klab.lv:atom1:efa:23285</id>
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    <published>2007-03-07T16:04:00</published>
    <issued>2007-03-07T16:04:00</issued>
    <updated>2007-03-07T14:04:59Z</updated>
    <modified>2007-03-07T14:04:59Z</modified>
    <content type="html">&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;http://imageshack.us&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;img src=&amp;quot;http://img86.imageshack.us/img86/488/betweenlinesbm4.jpg&amp;quot; border=&amp;quot;0&amp;quot; alt=&amp;quot;Image Hosted by ImageShack.us&amp;quot; /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <title></title>
    <id>urn:lj:klab.lv:atom1:efa:22896</id>
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    <published>2007-02-28T18:25:00</published>
    <issued>2007-02-28T18:25:00</issued>
    <updated>2007-02-28T16:35:27Z</updated>
    <modified>2007-02-28T16:35:27Z</modified>
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    <content type="html">Jesus is a little like Elvis. He&amp;apos;s pretty cool, but his fans freak me out...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;(c) someone</content>
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