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  <title>A Prism With An Intellect</title>
  <subtitle>Black, then white are all I see.  Red &amp; yellow then came to be.</subtitle>
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    <name>Jessie</name>
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  <updated>2007-10-23T04:28:31Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:frankojanko:69382</id>
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    <title>emo</title>
    <published>2007-10-23T04:28:31Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-23T04:28:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;sometimes i wish i would get hit by a car just so life would end.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:frankojanko:68216</id>
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    <title>tried so hard to be someone you forgot who you are</title>
    <published>2006-09-04T00:38:55Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-04T00:38:55Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Life Wasted : Pearl Jam : Open sores unattended</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Yucky weather for driving today.  Rain, &amp; traffic, bad headaches &amp; massholes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been working so much lately, it was nice to have a few days off.  Took a trip to see the Madre &amp; friends, only didn't see the friends part.  Maybe next time.  Home now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planning on finishing school next semester.  Hopefully.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New apartment soon.  Hopefully.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:frankojanko:67747</id>
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    <title>i'll never be the same</title>
    <published>2006-07-21T15:13:06Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-21T15:17:10Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Pardon Me : Incubus : I'll never be the same</lj:music>
    <content type="html">but other than that, i leave for OR on monday.  its gonna be a good time.  i packed my fun shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, i am moving this week.  yay.  along with working every day.  and getting ready for a vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am moving WHILE i'm on vacation.  i'm talented.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:frankojanko:67535</id>
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    <title>frankojanko @ 2006-07-01T22:54:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-01T02:52:51Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-01T02:52:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'M GOING TO OREGON!  YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ween Concert&lt;br /&gt;2. Camping at Crater Lake&lt;br /&gt;3. Visit My Brother</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:frankojanko:67037</id>
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    <title>as high as you can go</title>
    <published>2006-06-21T02:51:06Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-21T02:51:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I feel good again today.  Work was shitty, normal, and just the way I like it.  Hanging out with my best friend Ro was the best thing ever.  I miss her.  We hardly ever talk anymore. It was good.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:frankojanko:66686</id>
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    <title>Rosetta STONED</title>
    <published>2006-06-17T01:45:41Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-17T01:53:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Alrighty, then ... picture this if you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It began at 2 AM (while eating an entire box of Krispy Kremes, at my need-to-know post just outside Area 51, contemplating the whole "chosen people" thing) a flaming, stealth banana split the sky, like wide open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never expected to see it in a place like this.&lt;br /&gt;I do believe I spilled a diet soda or something right on my Birkenstocks.&lt;br /&gt;Then he yelled at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy fucking shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the X-Files beings (who were like some kind of blue-green Jackie Chan with Isabella Rossellini lips &amp; breath that reeked) did a wicked jump there while making the sound "a-banana-da-banana." That's when I opened up my bug-eyes, my gaping jaw, and my sweaty L. Ron Hubbard upper lip. And all I could think was, "I hope Uncle Martin here doesn't notice that I pissed my fuckin' pants."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(So alive in this way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like an apparition, He had me crying out, &lt;br /&gt;"Fuck me, it's gotta be deadhead chemistry. The bottom got on the top of me. Got me seein' E-motherfuckin'-T!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After calming me down with some orange slices and some fetal spooning, E.T. revealed to me his singular purpose.  He said, "You are the Chosen One, the One who will deliver the message. A message of hope to those who choose to hear it and a warning to those who do not."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me. The Chosen One?&lt;br /&gt;They chose me, and I didn't graduate from fuckin' high school. I'd better listen.&lt;br /&gt;Then he looked right through me with somniferous almond eyes. (Don't even know what that means, must remember to write it down).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is surreal, like the time they floated away.  See, my heart is pounding cause this shit never happens to me.&lt;br /&gt;I can't breathe right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so real, like I woke up in Wonderland.  Also a bit terrifying.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be all alone when I tell this story.&lt;br /&gt;And can anyone tell me why?&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever be coming down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, it's my lucky day&lt;br /&gt;See, my heart is racing cause this shit never happens to me&lt;br /&gt;I can't breathe right now!&lt;br /&gt;You believe me, don't you? Please believe what I just said! This wasn't all in my head.&lt;br /&gt;See, they took me by the hand and invited me right in. Then they showed me something.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know where to begin.&lt;br /&gt;Strapped down on my bed, feet cold, eyes red.  I'm out of my head.&lt;br /&gt;Am I alive? Am I dead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't remember what they said!!!&lt;br /&gt;God damn, shit the bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overwhelmed as one would be, placed in my position.  Such a heavy burden now to be the One. Born to bear and read you all the details of our ending, to write it down for all the world to see.&lt;br /&gt;But I forgot my pen&lt;br /&gt;Shit the bed again ...&lt;br /&gt;Typical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strapped down on my bed, feet cold and eyes red.&lt;br /&gt;I'm out of my head&lt;br /&gt;Am I alive? Am I dead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunkist and Sudafed, Gyroscopes and infared won't help (brain dead).&lt;br /&gt;Can't remember what they said!&lt;br /&gt;God damn, shit the bed&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember what they said to me!!!&lt;br /&gt;Can't remember what they said to make me out to be a hero&lt;br /&gt;Don't know, won't know &lt;br /&gt;God damn, shit the bed!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:frankojanko:66517</id>
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    <title>evolution has exponential timing</title>
    <published>2006-06-17T01:03:41Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-17T01:03:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i feel good today.  i think its because i have the whole weekend off.  yay.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:frankojanko:65900</id>
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    <title>frankojanko @ 2006-05-05T19:42:00</title>
    <published>2006-05-04T23:41:48Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-04T23:41:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bunnyherolabs.com/adopt/showpet.php?b=bWM9ZHVjay5zd2YmY2xyPTB4NGQ5NmZmJmNuPWFtZWxpYSZhbj1qZXNzaWU="&gt;&lt;img src="http://petimage.bunnyherolabs.com/adopt/petimage/bWM9ZHVjay5zd2YmY2xyPTB4NGQ5NmZmJmNuPWFtZWxpYSZhbj1qZXNzaWU=.png" width="250" height="300" border="0" alt="my pet!"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:frankojanko:65648</id>
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    <title>Risking it all</title>
    <published>2006-02-20T04:41:24Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-20T04:41:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I think I made my point.  It's been how long since I updated?  My friends don't update anymore either.  I didn't mean to ruin it for everyone.  I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling much better about work.  But I don't want to talk about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll start updating again.  If I have something to say.  Right now I don't.  Except that I'm tired.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:frankojanko:65346</id>
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    <title>frankojanko @ 2006-01-19T14:05:00</title>
    <published>2006-01-19T19:06:00Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-19T19:18:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It is now my new job to make work suck for everybody.  I am good at it.  Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hate how livejournal has become an extension of the burger king drama.  I'm done with it.  This is my last update.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:frankojanko:65279</id>
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    <title>Nobody loves you when you're down and out</title>
    <published>2006-01-18T05:38:18Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-18T05:38:18Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Running on Faith : Eric Clapton : Love comes over you</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I messed up my shoulder again today at work.  It was scary because I couldn't stop what I was doing.  We were so busy.  I got really dizzy and sweaty.  My vision blurred and I coudn't hear anything but static.   It was like listening to a non-radio station.  But I couldn't stop.  And it hurt so bad.  I should probably go get it checked out.  My brother tells me that there's probably not much that can be done about it.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:frankojanko:64949</id>
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    <title>Fighting for your soul</title>
    <published>2006-01-15T00:43:44Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-15T00:44:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">check out MySpace ... &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/adollaratatime"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/adollaratatime&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:frankojanko:64383</id>
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    <title>frankojanko @ 2006-01-10T14:57:00</title>
    <published>2006-01-10T19:57:36Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-10T19:57:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">HAPPY BIRTHDAY KAY!!!!!!!!!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:frankojanko:63915</id>
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    <title>It seems as if I'm going nowhere really fucking fast</title>
    <published>2006-01-09T23:58:29Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-09T23:58:29Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Nowhere Fast : Incubus : Will I ever get to where I'm going?</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I feel completely stubborn today.  For completely girlie reasons.  It's probably best not to talk to me cause I might get pissy.  My parents are pressuring me about school again.  I hate it.  Makes me so angry. It's always about money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they told me that they're putting the house on the market too.  "We're not kicking anybody out.  You're welcome to come stay with us at camp"  I can't stay there with them.  There's hardly two bedrooms there.  Separated by curtains.  It could be as early as february.  I am in desperate need of a roommate.  So PLEASE, if you're looking for a roommate...HELLO, look over here.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got home from a long weekend with my mother.  I had a good time.  I'm glad I'm home though.  (I don't know why after the way I was welcomed back with talk about school and house-selling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop whining...  I just need sleep.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:frankojanko:63437</id>
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    <title>If you could feel the pain that I'm feeling, then you would know why I sit away lonely</title>
    <published>2006-01-05T16:25:57Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-05T16:25:57Z</updated>
    <lj:music>I Sit Away : Boyz II Men : I get away only in my mind</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'm feeling kind of gross this morning cause we don't have any diet soda in the house and I am forced to drink Pepsi.  Yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be packing to go to my mom's cause I'm leaving first thing in the morning (if the weather's good).  I have to work tonight, so I can't procrastinate.  Blah.  But I don't feel like doing it right now either.  I don't feel like doing anything.  I'm going back to bed.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:frankojanko:63202</id>
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    <title>Capable of all that's imagined and all conceivable</title>
    <published>2006-01-02T12:50:50Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-02T12:53:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Congratulations Josh &amp; Karla.  I love you, my friends.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:frankojanko:62707</id>
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    <title>The world is a joke when out of love.</title>
    <published>2005-12-31T19:08:57Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-31T19:08:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">There's not much to say lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good New Year.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:frankojanko:62355</id>
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    <title>The sounds of waves crash down.</title>
    <published>2005-12-22T19:32:25Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-22T19:32:25Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Twisted Logic : Coldplay : To see for the first time</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Lets argue about who did the stupidest thing today.  Here's mine : I washed a whole pack of gum with my good clothes.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:frankojanko:61733</id>
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    <title>frankojanko @ 2005-12-20T19:40:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-21T00:41:48Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-21T00:41:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">This is fucking stupid.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:frankojanko:61490</id>
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    <title>I don't know why you lie to me.</title>
    <published>2005-12-20T18:15:55Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-20T18:15:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I need a distraction.  This isn't it.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:frankojanko:61371</id>
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    <title>Is there room for me in those jeans?</title>
    <published>2005-12-19T03:43:17Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-19T03:43:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Its time to say goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODNIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, sleep tight my love.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:frankojanko:61106</id>
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    <title>If you notice</title>
    <published>2005-12-16T02:29:42Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-16T02:29:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">apparently one who laughs at her own jokes is a freak.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:frankojanko:60836</id>
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    <title>I want it to be anyone else.</title>
    <published>2005-12-15T19:54:02Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-15T19:54:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm gonna miss my buddy Ro at work.  We had an awesome time today.  Just like old times.  Tomorrow is her last day.  I'm happy that she'll be happier at her new job.  I hate that she hates this job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was awesome cause even though we were really busy (today was payday of course) her and I kept up, did it right, helped everyone else out, and still had our own personal conversation!  I feel bad cause she told me something that required a really loud "OH MY GOD!"  And I think I scared some people.  I know Mama was scared.  Cause she asked me if everything was ok.  Oops.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss that.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:frankojanko:60568</id>
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    <title>frankojanko @ 2005-12-14T14:18:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-14T19:20:32Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-14T19:20:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Yay for Kay!!  Its a happy day!  Let's all say "YAY FOR KAY!"</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:frankojanko:60230</id>
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    <title>The one that you had loved in dreams is here among the others.</title>
    <published>2005-12-12T04:02:48Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-12T04:02:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Great times at the movies last night, err...this morning I guess.  If you don't already know what happened, ask Ro.  She might be pissed, but its a funny story.  Tell her I told you to ask!  She'll love it.  And if she doens't she should, just remind her that she completes me. (&lt;b&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been pretty busy...getting all my sleeping done.  ALL of it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My christmas shopping is done too.  Almost finished wrapping.  We got our tree today, and put up our decorations.  Finally.  Well I shouldn't say "we", cause every decoration I put up got moved, placed into the "proper" position, accoring to "tradition".  Bah humbug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that all of you could come to my house and see my "tree".  Remember Charlie Brown's tree?  Well, mine is charlie brown times ten.  But it was a gift from my dad.  And plus, I like it.  So I decorated it and put gifts under it.   Its fun.  YaY!</content>
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