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  <title>I Woke Cold And Alone</title>
  <subtitle>Adrift In The Open Sea</subtitle>
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  <updated>2007-10-31T20:15:31Z</updated>
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    <title>7hr1c3 @ 2007-10-31T16:14:00</title>
    <published>2007-10-31T20:15:31Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-31T20:15:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Happy Halloween, peeps.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:7hr1c3:2411</id>
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    <title>7hr1c3 @ 2007-10-25T22:00:00</title>
    <published>2007-10-26T02:03:37Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-26T02:03:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I love this city, but I've set and numbered its' days.&lt;br /&gt;I love this city enough that I'll set it ablaze.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:7hr1c3:2230</id>
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    <title>Details</title>
    <published>2007-10-20T00:21:51Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-20T00:23:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Set list:&lt;br /&gt;Firebreather&lt;br /&gt; Stare At The Sun&lt;br /&gt; Betrayal Is A Symptom&lt;br /&gt; Digital Sea&lt;br /&gt; Of Dust And Nations&lt;br /&gt; Burn The Fleet&lt;br /&gt; The Artist In the Ambulance&lt;br /&gt; Under This Killing Moon&lt;br /&gt; Open Water&lt;br /&gt; The Messenger&lt;br /&gt; Deadbolt&lt;br /&gt; Red Sky&lt;br /&gt; The Earth Will Shake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, they opened with firebreather, and I was about 4 people back from the stage, and as soon as the heavy part hit, I was compressed like a fucking balloon being popped cause everyone rushed the stage, but that didn't stop me from screaming the lyrics at the top of my lungs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they played sats, and for this, I went off to the side of the main floor so I could play my sweet air guitar and head bang to my hearts content, but half way through the song, I moved back into the thick of things so I could be closer to Teppei.&amp;nbsp; Then the played betrayel, and that's where I bruised a rib while moshing.&amp;nbsp; I caught a really solid elbow to my chest that knocked the wind out of me and I got out of the pit in favor of the side once more so I could headbang and scream while nursing my injury.&amp;nbsp; Then I went and got water while Teppei got another guitar out because he broke a string playing the riffs.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dustin used a mini vocoder for digital sea, and the microphone was like one of those cb radio mics, and it looked wierd... But it was awesome sounding nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they played some mellow songs (ofdust and btf) only to assault us once more with fucking shreddage (underakillingmoon).&lt;br /&gt;I, once more, found myself in the pit only this time, people were a bit more subdued (read: tired as fuck) so I didn't get pummeled again.&amp;nbsp; it was kind of like king of the hill...&amp;nbsp; Who ever could stand in the middle and play the air guitar for the longest won... but you had to dodge all of the tackling and checking attempts from the other bitches.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then it was time for open water, and that made me realize that I should probably drink something, because by this point, I'm incredibly dehydrated, tired as balls, drenched (literally) in sweat.&amp;nbsp; So I go up to the bar, ask for another bottle of water, shell out 3 more bucks (they always charge an arm and a leg... nothing short of thievery - monopolies are illegal in the us for a reason)&amp;nbsp; and then this random chick comes up and tells me I look like Ashten Kutcher...&amp;nbsp; then leaves... (I'm thinkin'... wtf?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm watching the concert from afar, just taking in the full sight... ed's off to stage right, as always, teps on the left, dk's center with ri behind him... the banner they had behind them was white with the alchemy index symbol (two large circles with a triangle then a square and 4 circles on the outside) which was gray.&amp;nbsp; And this thing was fucking huge...&amp;nbsp; last time they had the vheissu banner... and each time I saw the big ass thrice banner, I thought... damn that would make an awesome bedsheet.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; They should give that to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then they played the messanger, and dustin told us the name of the song before hand and I thought he said the arsonist and I got really excited, but it wasn't T.A...&amp;nbsp; but whatever, T.M. is still a good song.&amp;nbsp; Just not as hxcore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was deadbolt which was fucking amazing as usual... teppei thought he'd be smooth and add a few extra riffs here and there, and ed&amp;nbsp; took the baseline for a walk which was fucking amazing - the song sounded infinitely more powerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was red sky, the earth will shake and then they left... it was way toooo short for my tastes, but they'll play again and I'll see then the very next chance I get... maybe by that time, they'll have practiced the arsonist so they could play it for us.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and when they played the earth will shake, all of the hard core fans stomped their feet at the appropriate times during the last bit of the song, and the floor was wood, so it made a tremendous noise that could not only be heard, but felt as it reverberated around the room.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I couldn't imagine a place where could feel more accepted.</content>
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    <title>7hr1c3 @ 2007-10-19T03:41:00</title>
    <published>2007-10-19T07:43:37Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-19T07:43:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My date with Dusteppedly went as planned.&amp;nbsp; Details and photos of me in my shirt are to come.&amp;nbsp; It's late and I have class at 11:30 today.&amp;nbsp; Arg, it's going to fucking suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace and Hearts.&lt;br /&gt;-Jared</content>
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    <title>7hr1c3 @ 2007-10-12T19:08:00</title>
    <published>2007-10-12T23:09:58Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-12T23:09:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Jared Knapp,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your order has been processed and shipped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your package was shipped using USPS First Class Mail and you should expect to receive it in 4-5 business days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Products ordered:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==============================&lt;div style="direction: ltr;"&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;=======&lt;br /&gt; &amp;nbsp;Product code: &amp;nbsp;601091047722&lt;br /&gt; &amp;nbsp;Product: &amp;nbsp;Thrice - The Alchemy Index Vol. I and II Ltd.Edition T-Shirt and CD Preorder&lt;br /&gt; &amp;nbsp;Quantity: &amp;nbsp;1&lt;br /&gt; &amp;nbsp;Selected options: Youth-L / White&lt;br /&gt; &amp;nbsp;Item price: $15.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==============================&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;=======&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totals:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &amp;nbsp;Payment method: &amp;nbsp;Credit Card (PayPal)&lt;br /&gt; &amp;nbsp;Delivery: &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;USPS First Class Mail&lt;br /&gt; &amp;nbsp;Shipping cost: &amp;nbsp; $5.49&lt;br /&gt; &amp;nbsp;Total: &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; $20.49&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:7hr1c3:1535</id>
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    <title>7hr1c3 @ 2007-09-24T17:34:00</title>
    <published>2007-09-24T21:45:48Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-24T21:45:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So this is uh... I never did learn the words to that song... um...&lt;br /&gt;This is a really old thrice song... um... that was originally on Identity Crisis&amp;nbsp; before it was on uh... subcity and uh its called madman, but we took it off though for some reason, but it's kinda pretty... all quiet like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our course was coarsely plotted on a map of shoddy dreams&lt;br /&gt;but hindsight will reveal times moving faster than it seems&lt;br /&gt;maybe I'm just selfish, I've got nothing left to give&lt;br /&gt;I'm still a foolish boy - I've got a lifetime left to live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I was swinging like a madman&lt;br /&gt;not quite sure of what I felled&lt;br /&gt;and I might never understand &lt;br /&gt;exactly what it was I'd held&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I watched the sun descending from this weathered gravel roof&lt;br /&gt;and I recall the sky once told me that all lies lead to the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I'll look the other way and I'll turn a deafened&lt;br /&gt;I'll talk of distant lands pretend I was never here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reality beads on my skin like a slicker in the rain&lt;br /&gt;I feel it soaking in and I begin to feel the pain&lt;br /&gt;I fight the urge to run to you this is how it has to be &lt;br /&gt;we've got to step away right now, we're just too close to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I was swinging like a madman&lt;br /&gt;not quite sure of what I'd felled&lt;br /&gt;and I might never understand &lt;br /&gt;exactly what it was I'd held&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I watched the sun descending from this weathered gravel roof&lt;br /&gt;and I recall the sky once told me that all lies lead to the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I'll look the other way&lt;br /&gt;and I'll turn a deafened ear&lt;br /&gt;and I'll talk of distant lands&lt;br /&gt;pretend I was never here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I'll look the other way and I'll turn a deafened ear&lt;br /&gt;and I'll talk of distant lands - pretend I was never here</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:7hr1c3:1219</id>
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    <title>And We Learn As We Age - We've Learned Nothing</title>
    <published>2007-09-19T20:36:43Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-19T20:36:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">And my body leaks like a sieve.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh... catching up with old friends and making new ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;German class is expectedly boring and easy.&amp;nbsp; But I have to pay more attention as far as what we're supposed to be writing.&amp;nbsp; I can't let myself slip back into the shitty homework habits phase.&amp;nbsp; In other news.......&amp;nbsp; Not much else going on.&amp;nbsp; Roommates are both kinda getting on my nerves... but that's just cause they're messy and impolite - no big thing.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to run down to the store to some stuff, come back... shower and... clean up the apartment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What fun.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:7hr1c3:985</id>
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    <title>7hr1c3 @ 2007-09-19T12:52:00</title>
    <published>2007-09-19T16:54:40Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-19T16:54:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I woke, cold and alone, adrift in the open sea; caught up in regrets, and tangled in nets, instead of your arms wrapped around me. And I wept but my tears are anathema here, just more water to fill my lungs. I hear someone scream, “God what is it we have done?” I am drowning in a digital sea; I am slipping beneath the sound. Here my voice goes, to ones and zeros, I’m slipping beneath the sound. A song from somewhere below, deadly and slow begins. Both sickly and sweet, now picking up speed, and ushering in the world’s end. And the ghost of Descartes screams again in the dark, “Oh how could I have been so wrong?” But above the screams still the sirens sing their song.</content>
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    <title>Dissociative Identity Disorder</title>
    <published>2007-09-18T23:59:54Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-18T23:59:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">...A Mental Condition Whereby A Single Individual Evidences Two Or More Distinct Identities Or Personalities, Each With Its Own Pattern Of Perceiving And Interacting With The Environment...</content>
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