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  <title>your head look so pretty</title>
  <subtitle>in my jar</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>Cold Bacon</name>
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  <updated>2008-11-20T17:00:37Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:coldbacon:12351</id>
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    <title>New museum in town II</title>
    <published>2008-11-19T16:15:09Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-20T17:00:37Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Madness - Michael Caine</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Okay sucked. I right. Why I fucking go I knew it suck. Okay I not actually go. Actually awesome on way to museum I pass by Pichu and his stupid group friends. I have Pacobel with me. Now PB kind of guy who kill you before preamble. He kind of guy you don’t get first taunt. You sort of taking last breath like “but, but…” Yeah. He good. Anyway I always take with me when going to museum. Cause I like to see curator die many time. Give me great pleasure. And Pacobel don’t need much. So I figure I going see some curator die. But so we not even get that far this time. We like 2 block down street and there Pichu. 5 new heads for me. 5! I just stand there like, um…uh… PB going let me do something here? Guess not. Whatever. 5 head 5 head. I take it.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:coldbacon:12118</id>
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    <title>New museum in town I</title>
    <published>2008-11-19T16:14:16Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-19T16:25:14Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Madness - Wings of a Dove</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Need to go checking out. Okay no I don’t. It will suck. I know it suck. Everything suck why this any different? Curator suck. New art suck. Everything suck. Why different now?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:coldbacon:11361</id>
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    <title>Need a new chair</title>
    <published>2008-11-19T16:07:52Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-19T16:30:03Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Airliner - Not Trying To Be Clever</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Should build myself? Should steal? Should trade? Couple of head? I think I old cause I going some place called IKEA. So stupid. Too many stupid. Actually wait. No, pretty cool. I think I softing now. Dead soon. This bad. Very soon dead. I feel it.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:coldbacon:11055</id>
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    <title>Man from car dealer tell me not giving me credit</title>
    <published>2008-11-19T16:03:30Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-19T16:05:26Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Daniel Johnston - Some Things Last A Long Time</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Just before die. He say something like credit score. Credit bore. What he say. I don’t care. He die with spear. My spear. Through him. Through secretary. They pin together on wall in what-you-call dealers’ ship? Not sure why call ship. Just stupid death chamber for stupid them. Anyway. I don’t care. I not wanting car anyway. I just go cause Paco say go check out something something car dealer. I making giant hors d’oeuvre those dumb dumbs. Credit score. Give me break. I give them one. Next time. Not this time.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:coldbacon:10867</id>
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    <title>Neighbor new bird really loud</title>
    <published>2008-11-19T15:44:44Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-19T15:47:50Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Joy Division - Atrocity Exhib</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So I go over there poison it. But I don’t do it. Something stop me. I forget poison. Go back tomorrow night.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:coldbacon:10666</id>
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    <title>New psychiatrist today</title>
    <published>2008-11-19T15:15:28Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-19T15:59:44Z</updated>
    <category term="pyschiatry drugs death killing pot thc k"/>
    <lj:music>BOC - Don't Fear Your Reaper</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Friend suggest I going. Okay three friend suggesting. Okay everyone I know say I not go they going. Somebody have to go. So I going. Talk to man. I don’t like what he telling me so I kill him. Consider problem? What? He want me think about this. Think about that. Too much think. Stupid he don’t even have any guard. Just office. I listen first. Thinking maybe he saying some useful. Maybe give me good drug? Maybe he know some good drug I not heard of? Maybe he have sample? Fifty sample! Maybe I let him tell me ’bout drug before kill him. He not though. His office only like six miles I think from hut. Next time maybe find someone closer. Six mile too far. Too much outside. Sun bad for my complexion now. Make my baby face look old. Then somebody maybe kill me. Have to stay looking young. Nobody mess with me. Not today. Not yesterday. Maybe later. Not today.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:coldbacon:10379</id>
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    <title>Endangered Species</title>
    <published>2007-03-18T23:47:50Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-23T17:50:02Z</updated>
    <lj:music>David Bowie – A Better Future</lj:music>
    <content type="html">We getting letter from main government other day say we kill too many endangered species. We throw away.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:coldbacon:9991</id>
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    <title>And another thing</title>
    <published>2007-02-19T22:06:55Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-19T22:06:55Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Nirvana – Heart-Shaped Box</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Okay we did having sex like all time. Too much. Is all she want I think. That and jewel, and food. I don’t even have jewel. Damn. She want sex more than normal. What about the fish? And tree? And the light? We never talking about these thing. Just sex. I think that why I tell her go far away. I need to saving some energy—for cave drawing. Little cave behind waterfall maybe like five miles? From old hut. Not new hut. Maybe like seven from new hut. Still. Damn.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:coldbacon:9893</id>
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    <title>And another thing</title>
    <published>2007-02-19T22:05:23Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-18T23:46:28Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Nirvana – Polly</lj:music>
    <content type="html">When we having sex. Not like I remember anyway but if I do remember, it be like, okay so we having sex and she always talk about stupid stuff. Like if I love her. If she fat. Of course I don’t love you. Of course you fat. Shut up. God.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:coldbacon:9559</id>
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    <title>And another thing</title>
    <published>2007-02-19T22:03:30Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-19T22:03:30Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Nirvana – Polly</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Okay so now I remembering that girl. Wow she one pain in ass. Always wanting something. Something something something. Everything. New head. New feather. Golden eagle? No black. God!!! Nothing ever good enough. Oh and she eat. God she eat. I came home other day. Now I remember. And my garden. Whole thing. Gone! All three my little gourd. Not a big garden. I admit. But she eat it. Now she gone.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:coldbacon:9353</id>
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    <title>Got letter from old girlfriend</title>
    <published>2007-02-19T21:54:34Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-19T21:54:34Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Nirvana – Stay Away</lj:music>
    <content type="html">She one from long time ago. She one give me all that trouble. Remember her? I don’t really either. Anyway she send me letter say where is her little bottle of semayuka. Huh? I use that up long time ago. Stupid. I told her it burn up in fire. Maybe she not write back. Maybe.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:coldbacon:9036</id>
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    <title>Drug Problem…</title>
    <published>2007-02-14T18:30:02Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-14T18:30:02Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Harry James – How High the Moon</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Big drug problem in our village lately. Problem I can’t afford any more. No good distributing. My guy say he being ripped off by Sanchez group. They say they not getting as much from Ortega’s. But I not so sure. Maybe is time for me to read self help book. How to grow myself.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:coldbacon:8716</id>
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    <title>On the way to the store</title>
    <published>2007-02-12T20:54:26Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-12T20:54:26Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Billy Strayhorn – Take the A Train</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Some guy fall out his canoe this morning. It was hilarious. He leaning over to pick up some sort of I don’t know some sort of a floaty thing. He falling right out. So hilarious. I keep going. I don’t help. Because I don’t care.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:coldbacon:8508</id>
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    <title>Delicious New Fruit</title>
    <published>2007-02-05T17:20:36Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-06T04:38:25Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Traffic – No Face No Name No Number</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Other day had incredible fruit from other side of ridge (like maybe eight miles from hut). Anyway, find under some leaves. I think is fruit? Anyway delicious. Some people say eat fruit you not knowing you sick and die. I don’t care. I eat. I fine. I wish I knew more this fruit. Name or something? May never have again.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:coldbacon:8263</id>
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    <title>Need more friends</title>
    <published>2007-02-03T23:47:06Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-03T23:47:06Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Siouxsie and the Banshees – Love in a Void</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Okay that is it. I need more friends. Okay, really more, need to stop killing friends. Is thing. But they say stupid thing. So many stupid stupid thing. I have to kill. They have to die. Never mind. We keep things same.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:coldbacon:7936</id>
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    <title>Good fences make good neighbor</title>
    <published>2007-02-02T22:02:19Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-06T04:39:34Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Ibrahim Ferrer – Que Bueno Baila Usted</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Last night our neighbor sending chickens in our yard. Scaring our fat pig. Our pig hate chicken. I don’t know why. He just does. And our neighbor know it. Why he do it? Why? Why he want upset our fat pig? What he think we going leave? He take our house? We not leave. He not take our house. Last night. I kill two his chicken. I giving them to new cooking show woman tonight. Then I having sex with her. Then I going back home. Wait for more chicken.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:coldbacon:7772</id>
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    <title>Okay so time for war maybe</title>
    <published>2007-01-30T16:47:46Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-30T19:05:56Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Funkadelic – Maggot Brain</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Okay so I really bored. I think definite time for war. And I know just how. This &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; thing.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/span&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:coldbacon:7266</id>
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    <title>Another New Cooking Show Wow!!!</title>
    <published>2007-01-30T01:03:53Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-30T01:06:15Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Funkadelic – Enema Squad (The Doo Doo Chasers)</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Okay so first girl gone. I ate. I figure is better I eat. People don’t remembering anyway. New girl even better. She say she daughter some famous guy. So I giving her more time. Before eat.</content>
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    <title>New Cooking Show!!!</title>
    <published>2007-01-25T17:30:09Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-25T17:30:09Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Sonny Terry – Lost John</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Oh my god. Okay so this dumb girl now doing cooking show in village. God damn she dumb. And loud. Whole village too excited. Can’t get enough her. Even though there is enough her. Like she do this. She do that. Mix this. Mix that. Spit. Say you try at home. Try at home? What? I just wait for her finish and take it? I don’t understand what this cooking show? Anyway her stuff pretty good I admit. Can’t wait for next show.</content>
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    <title>Meeting with “other kind of head shrinker” today</title>
    <published>2007-01-23T17:04:52Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-08T22:20:57Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Bob Marley – Mr. Brown</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Thought maybe it being time for some help. Okay, judge say it time for help. Need to see someone expert at making people not do bad thing. I do lot of bad thing. So I need lot of help. Going cost me plenty. Is okay because I steal plenty. Won’t be problem.</content>
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    <title>That old thatch hut</title>
    <published>2007-01-20T17:01:16Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-20T17:01:16Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Rebirth Brass Band – If You’re a Viper</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Long day today. Lot of work. Redo thatch on roof our hut. Been leaking. Was old.  Needed. So we do it.</content>
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    <title>Existential Crisis</title>
    <published>2007-01-17T20:04:28Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-17T20:04:28Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Cat Stevens – Can’t Keep It In</lj:music>
    <content type="html">What is point? If can’t having sex with anyone I want? I may have to go to sleep. And when I waking up, maybe everything different?</content>
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    <title>Campaign for tribal vice president</title>
    <published>2007-01-16T20:51:23Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-06T04:41:02Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Prince Buster – Judge Dread</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Big election soon. My buddy running for local mayor. He going lose. He very ugly. I think maybe I run for judge. I not as ugly. And I going win. Then I really having fun. I already having list. Who going to jail who not. I not going to jail—anymore. That for sure. If I judge. No jail—for me.</content>
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    <title>Oh my god I do it again...</title>
    <published>2007-01-16T03:36:17Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-16T03:36:17Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Broken Social Scene - I Slept With Bonhomme At The CBC</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Why I keep getting caught? Why I keep doing it also? I going to rehab this time. Judge say. Is okay. We get lot of chances in our village. Some day I either going stop get caught. Or stop doing. Not yesterday though.</content>
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    <title>Acquitted!!!</title>
    <published>2007-01-10T19:22:26Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-06T04:51:57Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Royskopp - Remind Me</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Local judge dropping rape case against me. Only costing two head! Not bad.</content>
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