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  <title>Bambola SPEAKKKKK.</title>
  <subtitle>whutwhut?</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>b_ambola</name>
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  <updated>2008-07-24T02:20:52Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:b_ambola:1021</id>
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    <title>b_ambola @ 2008-07-23T19:09:00</title>
    <published>2008-07-24T02:17:52Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-24T02:20:52Z</updated>
    <category term="rukia ichigo"/>
    <content type="html">I've been watching this place for a while and it seems great! I finally went for it and joined and I felt that I should make an offering :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently read Velveteen rabbits and Studded Belts. Awesome fic :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a funny scene from the fic ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i184.photobucket.com/albums/x59/PandacusPrime/KuchikiRukiasthename.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;“Don’t call me lady,” Rukia said in annoyance.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;He snorted, “What am I supposed to call you, then?”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;“Kuchiki Rukia,” she said in a disdainful manner that she’d learned from the master, “And you?”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i184.photobucket.com/albums/x59/PandacusPrime/kurosakiichigo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;“Kurosaki Ichigo.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i184.photobucket.com/albums/x59/PandacusPrime/WHAT.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Rukia blinked, and looked down at her shopping bag, in which, under a bunch of chives, sat a box of strawberries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i184.photobucket.com/albums/x59/PandacusPrime/OHMY.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i184.photobucket.com/albums/x59/PandacusPrime/SNORT.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i184.photobucket.com/albums/x59/PandacusPrime/LOLD.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;She began to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My apologies for the dirtiness of the image ;A; This is all I got since I've got summer school &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized that Kito is like 1 D: forgive my inaccurate depictions DD': &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoyed! And go check out her fic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>Night skys</title>
    <published>2007-12-14T05:07:26Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-14T05:08:50Z</updated>
    <category term="poetry"/>
    <lj:music>Sympathy - Goo Goo Dolls</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I see the night, the starry starry night.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah baby it shines in my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Oh so pretty and bright&lt;br /&gt;My pale hands reach to the stars&lt;br /&gt;But are held down by metal bars,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;born out of my weakness&lt;br /&gt;For the sky still has darkness.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah baby it still shines&lt;br /&gt;As bright and beautiful as your baby blue eyes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think it's strange?&lt;br /&gt;Cause since you've been gone baby,&lt;br /&gt;been moving away from my cage&lt;br /&gt;To love again is a maybe&lt;br /&gt;Its a question I ask the twinkling stars&lt;br /&gt;about whether or not your way past Mars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh so pretty and bright&lt;br /&gt;Can't you baby hear my voice tonight?&lt;br /&gt;Among the stars your roam&lt;br /&gt;With my heart to lead you home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby can you see that light?&lt;br /&gt;The one connecting our hearts so tight?&lt;br /&gt;Your like a star, mysterious, out of reach&lt;br /&gt;Teasing me when I stare from the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey can't you see I'm lonesome?&lt;br /&gt;Without your warmth the chill is bothersome&lt;br /&gt;Breaking me out of my comforting daze&lt;br /&gt;Sending me another reality craze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize now your not here with me&lt;br /&gt;wondering alone 'where is he?'&lt;br /&gt;The cold spot next to my hand&lt;br /&gt;Will always remind me of that silver band&lt;br /&gt;That sits on my left finger&lt;br /&gt;and around your neck my little singer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I'm alone on this hill&lt;br /&gt;I'll stare at the stars until I kill&lt;br /&gt;This aching feeling inside&lt;br /&gt;When I see you stride&lt;br /&gt;Right into my arms safely&lt;br /&gt;Telling me, ' I'm back baby'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the night, the starry starry night.&lt;br /&gt; Yeah baby it shines in my eyes,&lt;br /&gt; Oh so pretty and bright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so suck at writing poetry, but whatever it makes me feel cleansed. 8D Enjoy the terrible feelings that are supposed to be a poem.</content>
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