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  <title>Break My Face In: It was the kindest touch you ever gave...</title>
  <subtitle>Fabulous Muscles</subtitle>
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    <name>Mariah Noir</name>
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  <updated>2009-06-05T23:02:07Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cockass:271142</id>
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    <title>cockass @ 2009-06-05T18:58:00</title>
    <published>2009-06-05T23:02:07Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-05T23:02:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.media.tumblr.com/soBwCdeuhndtcobbz6Nknqw1o1_500.png" width="400" alt="" /&gt;- Stolen from Vik, seemed... approperiate.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cockass:267962</id>
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    <title>Takeout.</title>
    <published>2009-02-22T03:14:13Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-22T03:14:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Tweezing a choice bit of bamboo shoot from the stir fry, Wendy says, "Would you still love me if you didn't know me?"&lt;br /&gt;"What do you mean?" Says Dick. "What are you talking about?" He grimly grips his chopsticks, scoops up a clod of rice and ferries it half way to his mouth before dumping it in his lap. &lt;br /&gt;"I saw a show today," says Wendy. "On tv." Wendy sees a lot of shows on tv these days, and reads a lot of books. Officially, it's understood that Wendy's suffered some sort of emotional breakdown, that she's refusing to seek help or join a support group, but that Dick - her husband of three years - is being wonderful about it anyway. A treasure.&lt;br /&gt;"It was about people who'd been hit on the head," says Wendy, running a hand through her straggle of aburn hair. "Hard. People who went into comas and then came back, but couldn't remember three or four or five years of their lives. They'd look at their husbands or wives and says, you know, "Who are you?"&lt;br /&gt;"Forget this," says Dick. He sets aside his chopsticks - the wooden kind that come in a single piece with takeout orders, and need to be snapped like a wishbone - and picks up a fork. &lt;br /&gt;"Some of them," says Wendy, poking at a baby corncob at the bottom of a white cardboard box, "some of them are sticking together. They're keeping their vows. Some of them are separating because one of them isn't the same anymore, isn't actually the person who took the vow."&lt;br /&gt;"I wonder if maybe you should start doing stuff a bit," says Dick. "You know, just going out for coffee or something with somebody every once in awhile." &lt;br /&gt;Wendy says, "Which kind would we be?"&lt;br /&gt;"Pardon?" says Dick.&lt;br /&gt;"If one of us were different, which kind of couple would we be? The kind of couple that says together or the kind of couple that breaks up?"&lt;br /&gt;"You tell me," says Dick. Then, on second thought, "The kind of couple that stays together." &lt;br /&gt;"Because the thing is Dick, I am different."&lt;br /&gt;"Naw," says Dick, shaking his head."Naw, you're still my Wendykins."&lt;br /&gt;"Actually no," said Wendy. "No I'm not your Wendykins. I'm Chiyono, a medieval Buddhist nun."&lt;br /&gt;Dick looks up aburptly from the wreckage of his dinner.&lt;br /&gt;"I've just achieved enlightenment," says his wife. "Just now, just today. I've been studying under Bukko of Engaku for quite awhile. Sorry I didn't mention it - I didn't want to worry you. This afternoon I finally tore through the veil of illusion. I'm working on a little poem about it - would you like to hear it?"&lt;br /&gt;"Um yeah," says Dick. "Yeah, sure. Of course."&lt;br /&gt;"It's no big deal," she says. She makes a series of incomprerhensible noises - throaty, almost nasal, like the Orientals he's overheard in the cafeterial at work. "Oh, sorry," she says, giggling. Here;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last the bottom fell out.&lt;br /&gt;No more water in the pail. &lt;br /&gt;No more moon in the water."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She shrugs, smiles shyly. "Do you like it?"&lt;br /&gt;"Chiyono," he says slowly, "Chi-yo-no," rolling the sounds between his tongue and palate, three little berries burst.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cockass:265200</id>
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    <title>cockass @ 2009-01-19T23:22:00</title>
    <published>2009-01-20T04:24:10Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-20T04:24:10Z</updated>
    <lj:music>american analog set.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large"&gt;this one's for the haters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-large"&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;this is for cockass , who has probably swallered so many that is why they call cock ass, being a low life that you must be to write a commenet about a professional Elvis impersonator, I would truely love to see you do it to other Elvis personators, we will all get together and kick you ass cock ass we know who you are. so keep your rude commenet sto your self and stick them up your ass cock ass. we can meet you face to face one day assssssssssssssssss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-large"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cockass:255889</id>
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    <title>cockass @ 2008-11-11T15:44:00</title>
    <published>2008-11-11T20:48:30Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-11T20:48:30Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Cream - Sunshine of your love</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Someone just walked up to me and handed me 2 tickets to the NIN&amp;nbsp;concert tonight for free.&lt;br /&gt;It's in the first section - they said they thought I'd want them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sort of thing never happens to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;have no one to go with. That's the only kicker. &lt;br /&gt;Kind of a stark realization that you're severely disliked when you can't even give away a free ticket (with the only catch being that they must be in your company for 3 consecutive hours). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless&amp;nbsp;I'm going to have a good time.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cockass:228473</id>
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    <title>cockass @ 2008-05-21T21:32:00</title>
    <published>2008-05-22T01:33:57Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-22T01:33:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">if i ever said i was never sure of anything,&lt;br /&gt;i lied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure of one thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know who my friends are - because they're there, and have been for years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saying thank you doesn't do it justice, but it's all i can muster right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know who you are.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cockass:209678</id>
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    <title>cockass @ 2008-03-07T18:13:00</title>
    <published>2008-03-07T23:15:57Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-07T23:15:57Z</updated>
    <lj:music>work radio ... Van Halen - Jump (gag)</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.asofterworld.com/clean/therapture.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="4"&gt;she bleeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;big date w/ K tonight. I might suck his cock if he asks me to.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cockass:191392</id>
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    <title>cockass @ 2008-01-02T17:28:00</title>
    <published>2008-01-02T22:32:06Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-02T22:32:06Z</updated>
    <category term="old centerfolds"/>
    <lj:music>Kimya Dawson - Loose Lips</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I just stumbled on these ... I kind of just want a place for them so I can access them later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Centerfolds I like..."&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2327/2158848978_06f1000165_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2221/2158050861_cef40bf0fc_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2358/2158853024_08348e6aff_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2383/2158902500_deae526a2b_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cockass:139975</id>
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    <title>cockass @ 2007-06-23T15:50:00</title>
    <published>2007-06-23T19:51:09Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-16T19:52:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">This journal is&amp;nbsp; primarily &lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#ff00ff"&gt;Friends Only&lt;/font&gt; - &lt;/b&gt;due to certain prevailing assholes. &lt;br /&gt;If you want to be added (&amp;amp;&amp;amp; you do trust me) comment &amp;amp; tell me so I don't think you're a creep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v166/blueorchidea/caps/410_0219.jpg" alt="" /&gt;</content>
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