| No options. |
[Mar. 14th, 2004|06:49 pm] |
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| |  indescribable | ] |
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| | Tom Petty : Last Dance With Mary Jane | ] |
Well... It turns out I won't be going to back Michigan for "spring break" to be honest I'm not fucking surprised, I'm so used to getting let down that it astonishes me that i even cry about my dreams and aspirations be thrown into the wind anymore. I suppose i just have to press on. But with the dreams about my mother getting progressively worse, and leaking more and more into the rest of my day its hard to even breath. I feel all the emotions i worked so hard to obtain slipping away and my self-esteem dropping to a hideous low. I really need to get back on track or I will just fall off the face of the earth again. I'm not hungry. I'm not cold. I'm not physically fatigued from being over worked. No. Its "stable here"
Some rant i wrote today, a short one mind you, but still sweet:
Why is it that you love her?
Is it her pretty body...?
The one that can be mutilated and ravaged
By times Unweilding blade? Or is it her
Giddy joy...? Her mind numbing effects
That spew from every orifice, contradicting
Every moral you hold dear. Oh! I've got it!
Is it her MONEY? Yes her money... Her oxygen
Supply, and the only reason she uses, I mean...
LOVES YOU. |
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| Shh |
[Feb. 10th, 2004|08:32 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  nauseated | ] |
| [ | music |
| | XxThe ChurchxX Under the Milky Way Tonight | ] |
No Conversation.No eye contact.No independent thought.
The fork screeches along her PERFECT white plates... echoing in my ears, But i hear NOTHING. She looks up in despair, SICKENED by my presence... but i don't see her.
She begins to speak... her mouth moves SLOW... the words protrude, But I, that is me, don't know HER. In this moment i am LOST. Time slows down and i NO longer exist. my EYES dot across the room... unable to take in anything- Its to much. She STILL speaks... i play back my responses in my mind, but am incapable of VOCALIZING. What will happen if i don't push those Tragic words out of my WRETCHED mouth before time is up? I PANIC and remove myself for the table and begin to CAREFULLY walk away. SILENCE in my room, the only SPACE i occupy for 7 hours out of my WAKING day.
No Conversation.No eye contact.No independent thought.
| Introverted (I) 55.56% Extroverted (E) 44.44%
Realistic (S) 56.41% Imaginative (N) 43.59%
Intellectual (T) 77.14% Emotional (F) 22.86%
Organized (J) 73.08% Easygoing (P) 26.92%
| | [ Error: Irreparable invalid markup ('<td [...] left">') in entry. Owner must fix manually. Raw contents below.] No Conversation.No eye contact.No independent thought. The fork screeches along her PERFECT white plates... echoing in my ears, But i hear NOTHING. She looks up in despair, SICKENED by my presence... but i don't see her. She begins to speak... her mouth moves SLOW... the words protrude, But I, that is me, don't know HER. In this moment i am LOST. Time slows down and i NO longer exist. my EYES dot across the room... unable to take in anything- Its to much. She STILL speaks... i play back my responses in my mind, but am incapable of VOCALIZING. What will happen if i don't push those Tragic words out of my WRETCHED mouth before time is up? I PANIC and remove myself for the table and begin to CAREFULLY walk away. SILENCE in my room, the only SPACE i occupy for 7 hours out of my WAKING day. No Conversation.No eye contact.No independent thought. <div align="center"><!--55.56 56.41 77.14 73.08--> <table style="color: black; background: #eeeeee" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0"> <tr> <td> <div align="center"> <table style="color: black; background: #dddddd" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0"> <tr> <td> <div align="center"> Introverted (I) 55.56% Extroverted (E) 44.44%<br> Realistic (S) 56.41% Imaginative (N) 43.59%<br> Intellectual (T) 77.14% Emotional (F) 22.86%<br> Organized (J) 73.08% Easygoing (P) 26.92%<br> </div> </td> </tr> </table> <table style="color: black; background: #eeeeee" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0"> <tr> <td> <div align="center"> Your type is: <b><font size="+3">ISTJ</font></b><br> </div> </td> </tr> </table> <table style="color: black; background: #dddddd" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" width="100%"> <tr> <td width="280quot;>> <div align="left"> You are a Trustee, possible professions include - management,accounting, auditing, efficiency expert, engineer, geologist, bank examiners, organization development, electricians, dentists, pharmacist, school principals, school bus drivers, file clerk, stock broker, legal secretary, computer operator, computer programmer, technical writer, chief information officer, police officer, real estate agent. </div> </td> </tr> </table> </div> </td> </tr> </table> <a href="http://similarminds.com/career.html">Take Free Career Inventory Personality Test</a></div> |
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| Disconnected |
[Jan. 29th, 2004|08:04 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  pessimistic | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Alice in Chains.....Rooster | ] |
Is it love when you have to beat them into submission? |
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| Super K-mart. |
[Jan. 24th, 2004|09:40 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | lonely | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Hiiro no tsuki... | ] |
Capitalism for Dummies
Traditional Capitalism: You have two cows. You sell one and buy a bull. Your herd multiplies, and the economy grows. You sell them and retire on the income.
American Capitalism: You have two cows. You sell one, and force the other to produce the milk of four cows. You are surprised when the cow drops dead.
French Capitalism: You have two cows. You go on strike because you want three cows.
Japanese Capitalism: You have two cows. You redesign them so they are one-tenth the size of an ordinary cow and produce twenty times the milk. You then create cow cartoon images called Cowkimon and market them World-Wide.
German Capitalism: You have two cows. You reengineer them so they live for 100 years, eat once a month, and milk themselves.
Italian Capitalism: You have two cows, but you don't know where they are. You break for lunch.
British Capitalism: You have two cows. Both are mad.
Russian Capitalism: You have two cows. You count them and learn you have five cows. You count them again and learn you have 42 cows. You count them again and learn you have 12 cows. You stop counting cows and open another bottle of vodka.
Arkansas Capitalism: You have two cows. That one on the left is kinda cute...
Hindu Capitalism: You have two cows. You worship them.
Swiss Capitalism: You have 5000 cows, none of which belong to you. You charge others for storing them.
Canadian Capitalism: You have two cows. Let’s make a hockey team, eh?
Chinese Capitalism: You have two cows. You have 300 people milking them. You claim full employment, high bovine productivity, and arrest the newsman who reported the numbers.
Irish Capitalism: You have two cows. You feed them potatoes and wonder why they emigrate.
Israeli Capitalism: So, there are these two Jewish cows, right? They open a milk factory, an ice cream store, and then sell the movie rights. They send their calves to Harvard to become doctors. So, who needs people?
Enron Capitalism: You have two cows. You sell three of them to your publicly listed company, using letters of credit opened by your brother-in-law at the bank, then execute a debt/equity swap with an associated general offer so that you get all four cows back, with a tax exemption for five cows. The milk rights of the six cows are transferred via an intermediary to a Cayman Island company secretly owned by the majority shareholder who sells the rights to all seven cows back to your listed company. The annual report says the company owns eight cows, with an option on one more. Sell one cow to buy a new president of the United States, leaving you with nine cows. No balance sheet provided with the release. The public buys your bull.
Cuban Capitalism: You have two cows. They try to swim to Florida.
Politically Correct Capitalism: You are associated with (the concept of "ownership" is a symbol of the phallo centric, war mongering, intolerant past) two differently - aged (but no less valuable to society) bovines of non-specified gender.
Disney Capitalism: You have two cows. They dance & sing.
Microsoft Capitalism: You have two cows. You patent them and sue anyone else who has them.
Hollywood Capitalism: You have two cows. You give them utter implants and also teach them to bullet-dodge, wall climb and shoot milk out of their utters on command.
Clinton Capitalism: You have two cows. You deny any knowledge of them.
Bureaucratic Capitalism: You have two cows. They are cared for by ex-chicken farmers. You have to take care of the chickens the government took from the chicken farmers. The government gives you as much milk and eggs the regulations say you should need.
Gore Capitalism: You have two cows. You claim you invented them.
Real-World Capitalism: You have two cows. You share two cows with your neighbors. You and your neighbors bicker about who has the most "ability" and who has the most "need". Meanwhile, no one works, no one gets any milk, and the cows drop dead of starvation.
Australian Capitalism: You have two cows. You try to wrestle them.
Iraqi Capitalism: You have two cows. They are biochemical weapons.
Perestroika Capitalism: You have two cows. You have to take care of them, but the government takes all the milk. You steal back as much milk as you can and sell it on the black market.
Jewish Capitalism: You have two cows. You set them on fire and they burn for 8 days.
Cambodian Capitalism: You have two cows. The government takes both and shoots you.
Mormon Capitalism: You have two cows. You tell everyone that they should as well.
Military Capitalism: You have two cows. The government takes both and drafts you.
Texan Capitalism: You have two cows. You teach them to fire guns.
Totalitarian Capitalism: You have two cows. The government takes them and denies they ever existed. Milk is banned.
Nevadan Capitalism: You have two cows. You charge lonely men from Arkansas to spend the night with them.
Jehovah’s Witness Capitalism: You have two cows. You go door to door telling people that you do.
Bureaucrat Capitalism: You have two cows. At first the government regulates what you can feed them and when you can milk them. Then it pays you not to milk them. Then it takes both, shoots one, milks the other and pours the milk down the drain. Then it requires you to fill out forms accounting for the missing cows.
Real Capitalism: You don't have any cows.
The bank will not lend you money to buy cows, because you don't have any cows to put up as collateral.
Environmental Capitalism: You have two cows. The government bans you from milking them.
Surreal Capitalism: You have two giraffes. The government requires you to take harmonica lessons.
Californian Capitalism: You have two cows. They are happy.
Bush Capitalism: You have two cows. You think that cows and humans can coexist peacefully. You give all of the milk to the upper class when they have cows of their own, and the lower class needs milk.
Martha Stewart Capitalism: You have two cows. After decorating them, you sell them because a farmer told you the price of milk might go down.
Ayn Rand Capitalism: You have two cows. You sell both so that you can invest in a new dairy company. After it does well, you sell you stock and buy a cow farm.
After that does well, you take out a loan using cows as capitol and build a milk manufacturing factory. After making your milk the most sold, you sell the company and retire to Hawaii with your millions of dollars.
Ayn Rand Rocks.
Just thought you could use a little bit of intellectual humor
I'm going to read about the human Genome. |
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| Unbound and Burning |
[Jan. 21st, 2004|09:24 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  listless | ] |
| [ | music |
| | nothing.... | ] |
Life its self has to be by far the hardest game to play. for there is no stratagem, no rhyme or reason for the ebb and flow of its ridiculous antics, just random input, deal with the cards your dealt until death do you part. In this life purity is nativity and is just as obscure and beautiful as the most endangered trillium. In the down town streets of a place so far from me i still dwell... under the bridges, and in the factories singing sweet songs of sorrow. I can see the street lamps all in a row and the warm lights of the coffee shops as i close my eyes. Now in the exile of my room my mind takes me every where i wish to go, and where i was i always remain. A craving desire to rest in the grave yard at night... and speak whimsical thoughts of the stars... |
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| GOD DAMN IT ALL! |
[Dec. 28th, 2003|02:25 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  cynical | ] |
| [ | music |
| | 12 Rounds - Fits Nicely | ] |
i just lost all the information that it took me a half an hour to type. However i will not neglect to leave you with the most important part...
You are the grammar Fuhrer. All bow to your
authority. You will crush all the inferior
people under the soles of your jackboots, and
any who question your motives will be
eliminated. Your punishment is being the bane
of every other person's existence, because
you're constantly contradicting stupidity.
Everyone will be gunning for you. Your dreams
of a master race of spellers and grammarians
frighten the masses. You must always watch your
back. If only your power could be used for good
instead of evil.
What is your grammar aptitude?
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12 Rounds: Barbed Wire Hair~
Obscene fantasy spins in my mind I'm going nowhere Love the way I feel when I am lost In your Barbed Wire Hair I am cut on Silky breath My dear my heart keeps racing Sewer in this mind Don't care much for this Life I'm facing Give me back my sugar cane Kept me up Kept me sane Feel no sunshine Feel no rain Don't know if I'll ever Love again... Mirror to my mind You seemed so kind My trust's unerring Messed her head up real good Do you find that life's disturbing? I'm so tired most of the time My heart keeps twisting burning Gut implodes on ice I want now that This world stops turning Give me back my sugar cane Kept me up Kept me sane Feel no sunshine Feel no rain Don't know if I'll ever Love again... I promise please Down on my knees I'll be your whore Just give me More...Give me back my sugar cane Kept me up Kept me sane Feel no sunshine Feel no rain Don't know if I'll ever Love again...Don't know Will I ever love again?
-Do you think that picture is actually Hitler? |
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| CHRIST FUCK! |
[Sep. 18th, 2003|04:19 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  hot | ] |
| [ | music |
| | The sound of Chinese people conversing across the way... | ] |
My internet is now down do to a supposed "worm" that has infected Oakland's server. So its very likely i will not be On-line for quite sometime. I apologize for my dissaperance.... but i will be back.... eventually...
"You'll come out crazier but feel much better..."
-Gary Numan |
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| Geometric Celing Tiles |
[Sep. 9th, 2003|11:06 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  determined | ] |
| [ | music |
| | ΨORBITALΨ Haylcon On+ On+ | ] |
Well, I lived to see 15... If that isn't funny i don't know what is.
Last night I realized a lot of things about myself that really threw my life into prospective. While I'm not 16, I'm not 14 anymore and thats just one more step forward. I can see hope just glimmering over the horizon elusive yet so calming and beautiful it brings peace to my fear and anxiety's. This epiphany has awakened the dead hope that lay dormant in the depths of my soul, and has opened blind eyes to a bright and beautiful sun... while disparage still lingers it can no longer damage me. For nothing can stop me now, i have a dream... a vision.... a direction..... and no one can hinder that. -Not even you.
::Rachel C. Thomas:: |
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| Killing the only Dream I had left. |
[Aug. 11th, 2003|10:40 am] |
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| |  curious | ] |
| [ | music |
| | My Sanctuary | ] |
Just obtained the album Wrecked by - the only way to describe this bombardment of technical sound and symphony orchestra is, fucking ingenious... And the only conclusion that I can reach is that Trent Reznor is God and Raymond Watts is the Devil. Wrecked consists of 10 songs as listed here -->
U.S. TRACK LISTING:
Wrecked
No One Gets Out of Her Alive *
Everything
Contempt *
Save Me
The Only Good One's a Dead One
Blades
Find it, Fuck it, and forget it (Sump Mix)
My Sanctuary
**********
You're Buns! You're more serious, and people tend
to look up to you or come to you for advice.
You're probably alot more mature for your age.
Something might have caused this, or that's you
at heart. Either way, try to liven up. You're
still an amazing person.
What type of anime/cartoon pigtails are you?
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You are Razorslave!
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| Observation is Key. |
[Jul. 30th, 2003|12:30 am] |
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| |  crushed | ] |
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| | *Assemblage 23* - *Dissapoint* | ] |
I feel very Disgusted... Very very... disgusted.
"Are you still there? Hello? HELLO?" Hope decays as this tone relays the truth through my ears.
I give to you this tear, encased in a bottle
I hope that you may one day understand why it was shed.
My body is so tired now... I don't want to fight back... my eyes are still sodden...dripping with blood it would seem... I don't "think" that I hear them... I know that i do... I don't want to be friends with them, as they do scare me so... I suddenly feel him slipping... I can't hold on any longer.... I'm so sorry.... I'm so fucking sorry....
I played chess tonight. It was quite wonderful even though the game was unfinished.
Stephen Hawkings calls to me. |
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| Down T-Shirt 0r....? Sexy Underware?? |
[Jul. 17th, 2003|10:45 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  contemplative | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Leaether Strip + Strap Me D0wn | ] |
East Alley in down town Rochester is having a HUGE sale on all of their CDs (Including tons of Industral)! Get down there, its going to be great.
They sent me home from work again today... Those bastards. My capital is limited as it stands... I need a new job terribly.
Having a band pratice tonight, it should prove to be intresting... hopefully it turns out alright.
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Cyborg
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| Rage is the ultimate catylist... |
[Jul. 3rd, 2003|01:13 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  bored | ] |
| [ | music |
| | *Heidi singing* | ] |
No Limitations... and yet the shackles bound me.
Its Wednesday night, 1:14... and i have absolutely nothing to do at all...
Every who reads this should call me A.S.A.P.
Heidi and I will be making music until dawn.
1:20 and still no solution.
{1-248-495-3737} CALL |
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| I want - but I will never have |
[Jun. 1st, 2003|01:06 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  infuriated | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Hanzle Und Gretyl <> .....Goodbye..... | ] |
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Offical Integration
Someone should kill me.
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| Protest Existance. |
[May. 13th, 2003|08:54 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | uncomfortable | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Marylin Manson | Minute of Decay | ] |
I now work at McDonald's. It's a sad state of affairs, but i do believe almost everyone has at some point in their life. I don't mind it so much, you get free food and are never bored. As for the mind numbing effects, i stifle them with a good book on break. Well, i must be off or i will be late...
Wake.
Make me a new god
Identification of your rotting core
I am an icon
A sonic wave delving into your pores
I see the sun rising again,
And i don't know what to do
I said I'm crying in my sleep again
And I'll be damned if i know what to do...
With you... With you...
You tell me you can't hear me scream
You tell me what i should believe
You tell me who I'm suppose to be...
Who are you?
Paint me a new face
A screaming portrayal of dollar bills
Make me a disgrace
And watch bliss as it kills
The sun is setting again...
And i can't know what to do...
And i'm dreaming of you face again...
I just don't know what to do.
You tell me you can't hear me scream
You tell me what i should believe
You tell me who I'm suppose to be...
Who the fuck are you? |
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| Lost_in_a_Corprate_World@Automaton.com |
[May. 10th, 2003|09:53 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  aggravated | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Nine Inch Nails and Aphex Twin = The Beauty of Being Numb | ] |
Please find me before I find myself, I'm afraid of what I might do.
your fuck.
What swear word are you?
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Which Dysfunctional Care Bear Are You?
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[ Error: Irreparable invalid markup ('<img [...] don't"">') in entry. Owner must fix manually. Raw contents below.] Please find me before I find myself, I'm afraid of what I might do. <img src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/teffie/1036281989_CStephanieswearfuck.gif" border="0" alt="fuck"><br>your fuck. <br><br><a href="http://quizilla.com/users/teffie/quizzes/What%20swear%20word%20are%20you%3F/"> <font size="-1">What swear word are you?</font></a><BR> <font size="-3">brought to you by <a href="http://quizilla.com">Quizilla</a></font> <img src="http://images.quizilla.com/L/londonbelow/1038911418_ondagebear.jpg" border="0" alt="Bondage Bear"><br>Bondage Bear <br><br><a href="http://quizilla.com/users/londonbelow/quizzes/Which%20Dysfunctional%20Care%20Bear%20Are%20You%3F/"> <font size="-1">Which Dysfunctional Care Bear Are You?</font></a><BR> <font size="-3">brought to you by <a href="http://quizilla.com">Quizilla</a></font> <img src="http://images.quizilla.com/H/hedwigsgummibear/1052539663_CMyDocumentslaughcry.jpg" border="0" alt=""i laugh because i will cry if i don't""><br>"i laugh, because i will cry if i don't" <br><br><a href="http://quizilla.com/users/hedwigsgummibear/quizzes/what%20line%20from%20hedwig%20and%20the%20angry%20inch%20are%20you%3F/"> <font size="-1">what line from hedwig and the angry inch are you?</font></a><BR> <font size="-3">brought to you by <a href="http://quizilla.com">Quizilla</a></font> <img src="http://images.quizilla.com/1029068410_Amagenta.jpg" border="0" alt=""><br>You are *Magenta*! You're husky singing voice and<br>luscious lips make you very very sexy! Guys<br>want you, girls want to be you and you have the<br>biggest hair ever seen on film! You do have a<br>rather strange obsession with your brother<br>though... <br><br><a href="http://quizilla.com/users/alhanastar/quizzes/Which%20Rocky%20Horror%20Character%20are%20You%3F/"> <font size="-1">Which Rocky Horror Character are You?</font></a><BR> <font size="-3">brought to you by <a href="http://quizilla.com">Quizilla</a></font> <center><a href="http://quizilla.com/users/perfuct/quizzes/WHAT%20COLOR%20OF% Cool! You are Igby! You are a little sarcastic, and<br>misunderstood, but hey, who isn't! <br><br><font size="-1"><a <img src="http://images.quizilla.com/C/cupcakethief/1036261454_sheroinbob.jpg" border="0" alt="Heroin Bob! Guy with a black mohawk that isn't on drugs!"><br>Wahoo! You're Heroin-Bob! You're smart, edgy and<br>it's all your fault for getting into punk<br>culture! <br><br><a href="http://quizilla.com/users/cupcakethief/quizzes/What%20character%20from%20SLC%20Punk%20are%20you%3F/"> <font size="-1">What character from SLC Punk are you?</font></a><BR> <font size="-3">brought to you by <a href="http://quizilla.com">Quizilla</a></font> You're a geek. A real geek. As geeky as it comes <br><br><font size="-1"><a href="http://quizilla.com/users/master/quizzes/How%20Much%20of%20a%20Geek%20Are%20You%3F/">How Much of a Geek Are You?</a></font><BR> <font size="-3">brought to you by <a href="http://quizilla.com">Quizilla</a></font> <img src="http://images.quizilla.com/H/hortence/1035888791_TinaWinter.jpg" border="0" alt="Tina Winter Pic"><br>Tina Winter! of Vooodoo Church! <br><br><a href="http://quizilla.com/users/hortence/quizzes/Which%20Original%20Deathrock%20Diva%20Are%20You%3F/"> <font size="-1">Which Original Deathrock Diva Are You?</font></a><BR> <font size="-3">brought to you by <a href="http://quizilla.com">Quizilla</a></font> |
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