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  <title>Slicing Up Eyeballs</title>
  <subtitle>Misery is the River of the World</subtitle>
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  <updated>2005-01-27T14:50:13Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:reality_byt3s:7846</id>
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    <title>reality_byt3s @ 2005-01-27T08:40:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-27T14:50:13Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-27T14:50:13Z</updated>
    <lj:music>metallica-sweet amber</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i am in 2nd period with cierra, who is wearing her black top that i love oh so much. that is all. oh...and my right foot really hurts, i should probably get that checked out. i just realized that cierra has like 18 fathers...thats kinda weird. i hate cierra because she loves andrew funk more than me. im contemplating dumping her dumb ass. but first i have to tap that shit. word. im watching cierra type in her xanga and its absolutely revolting how many times she uses emoticons and smiley faces. *vomits*. thank you.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:reality_byt3s:7610</id>
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    <title>Top 5</title>
    <published>2004-12-28T11:02:03Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-28T11:02:03Z</updated>
    <lj:music>the coup</lj:music>
    <content type="html">This is where i list the top 5's of every kind of pop culture i enjoyed over the year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top 5 Cd's of the year&lt;br /&gt;1. Green Day- American Idiot&lt;br /&gt;2. Wilco- a ghost is born&lt;br /&gt;3. The Streets- a grand dont come for free&lt;br /&gt;4. Tom Waits- Real Gone&lt;br /&gt;5. Ted Leo- Shake the Streets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top 5 Movies of the year&lt;br /&gt;1. Sideways&lt;br /&gt;2. Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind&lt;br /&gt;3. Harold &amp; Kumar go to White Castle&lt;br /&gt;4. Collateral&lt;br /&gt;5. Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top 5 DVD'S of the year&lt;br /&gt;1. Star Wars Trilogy&lt;br /&gt;2. Freaks and Geeks &lt;br /&gt;3. Reality Bites&lt;br /&gt;4. Home Moves&lt;br /&gt;5. Return of the King: Extended Edition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top 5 TV shows&lt;br /&gt;1. Arrested Development&lt;br /&gt;2. Rescue Me&lt;br /&gt;3. The Daily Show with Jon Stewart&lt;br /&gt;4. Six Feet Under&lt;br /&gt;5. Aqua Teen Hunger Force&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top 5 Books that I read over the year&lt;br /&gt;1.Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix&lt;br /&gt;2. Sideways&lt;br /&gt;3. Bob Dylans's Chronicles: Volume One&lt;br /&gt;4. Good Omens&lt;br /&gt;5. The Hitch-hikers Guide to the Galaxy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top 5 Graphic Novels I read this year&lt;br /&gt;1. Sin City&lt;br /&gt;2. Sandman: Endless Nights&lt;br /&gt;3. Death: The High Cost of Living&lt;br /&gt;4. Batman: Child of Dreams&lt;br /&gt;5. Hellboy: Seed of Destruction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Top 5 concerts&lt;br /&gt;1. Pearl Jam&lt;br /&gt;2. Green Day&lt;br /&gt;3. The Pixies&lt;br /&gt;4. Wilco (Twice)&lt;br /&gt;5. Bob Dylan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top 5 ps2 games I played over the year&lt;br /&gt;1. Killzone&lt;br /&gt;2. GTA: San Andreas&lt;br /&gt;3. Star Wars Battle Grounds&lt;br /&gt;4. Mortal Kombat: Deception&lt;br /&gt;5. Mafia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top 5 pc games I played over the year&lt;br /&gt;1. Half-Life 2&lt;br /&gt;2. World of Warcraft&lt;br /&gt;3. The Lord of the Rings: The Battle for Middle Earth&lt;br /&gt;4. Doom 3&lt;br /&gt;5. Unreal Tournament 2004</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:reality_byt3s:7376</id>
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    <title>reality_byt3s @ 2004-12-12T01:02:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-12T07:11:18Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-12T07:11:18Z</updated>
    <lj:music>the pixies-monkey gone to heaven</lj:music>
    <content type="html">A Age: 16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B Band listening to right now:tom waits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C Crush: a few... lindsey horwath..WOO HOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D Dad’s name: Mike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E Easiest persons to talk to: bogdan,nick, cierra, lindsay,josh,anna, blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F Favorite band(s): top 5 as follows-pearl jam, wilco, the pixies, tom waits and green day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G Gummy bears or worm: worms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H Hometown: hoffan estates, IL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Instrument: Bass guitar...i have one but its just there to look cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J Jelly or Jam:jam&lt;br /&gt;K Kids: as in little ones....i love them especially in my big, white econoline van&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L Longest car ride: from florida to texas...so fucking hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M Mom’s Name: Lucy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N Number of Siblings: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O One wish: for more wishes..ahahaha..what an asshole answer&lt;br /&gt;P Phobias: snakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q Favorite Quote: "im one mushroom cloud layin' mothefucka, motherfucka" and "constantly talking isnt neccessarily communicating"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R Reason to smile: my jokes...i am the funniest person alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S Song you last sang: pearl jam "man of the hour"&lt;br /&gt;T Time you wake up: 3:30 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U Unknown fact about me: i sleep with hugsy, my bedtime penguin pal&lt;br /&gt;V Vegetable you hate: i dont eat any..i only eat rare, raw, bloody meat...and poon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W Worst habit: smoking and being an asshole but thats worse for other people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X X-Rays you’ve had: several&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y Yummy Food: pizza &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z. Zodiac Sign: pisces</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:reality_byt3s:7020</id>
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    <title>reality_byt3s @ 2004-12-05T20:10:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-06T02:27:53Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-06T02:27:53Z</updated>
    <lj:music>tom waits-big in japan</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Ten bands/artists you couldn't live without:&lt;br /&gt;pearl jam&lt;br /&gt;wilco&lt;br /&gt;the pixies&lt;br /&gt;ryan adams&lt;br /&gt;weezer&lt;br /&gt;queens of the stone age&lt;br /&gt;bob dylan&lt;br /&gt;the flaming lips&lt;br /&gt;green day&lt;br /&gt;beastie boys&lt;br /&gt;tom waits&lt;br /&gt;the clash (more than ten,deal with it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nine albums that are important to you:&lt;br /&gt;pearl jam-binaural&lt;br /&gt;wilco-yankee hotel foxtrot&lt;br /&gt;ryan adams-heartbreaker&lt;br /&gt;the pixies- doolittle&lt;br /&gt;the flaming lips-finally the punk rockers are taking acid&lt;br /&gt;green day-american idiot&lt;br /&gt;beastie boys-paul's boutique&lt;br /&gt;weezer-maladroit&lt;br /&gt;queens of the stone age-songs for the deaf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight movies you'd watch over and over:&lt;br /&gt;What's Eating Gilbert Grape?&lt;br /&gt;Slacker&lt;br /&gt;Before Sunrise/Before Sunset&lt;br /&gt;Clerks&lt;br /&gt;The Frighteners&lt;br /&gt;All of the LOTR trilogy&lt;br /&gt;Dead Man&lt;br /&gt;Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven things that annoy you:&lt;br /&gt;People who wear khaki pants&lt;br /&gt;People who wear hoodies incessantly&lt;br /&gt;People who are "juggalos"&lt;br /&gt;People who wear white gym sneakers&lt;br /&gt;People who wear sweat pants&lt;br /&gt;People who wear roca wear&lt;br /&gt;People who velour pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six of your favorite songs:&lt;br /&gt;Pearl jam- Crazy Mary&lt;br /&gt;wilco-spiders(kidsmoke)&lt;br /&gt;ryan adams-amy&lt;br /&gt;the pixies-monkey gone to heaven&lt;br /&gt;bob dylan-like a rolling stone&lt;br /&gt;green day-jesus of suburbia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five TV shows you watch regularly:&lt;br /&gt;the daily show with jon stewart&lt;br /&gt;arrested development&lt;br /&gt;six feet under&lt;br /&gt;south park&lt;br /&gt;aqua teen hunger force&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four of your all-time-favorite books:&lt;br /&gt;Choke&lt;br /&gt;The Hitch-hiker guide to the galaxy&lt;br /&gt;sandman&lt;br /&gt;good omens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three albums you've bought recently:&lt;br /&gt;the clash-the clash&lt;br /&gt;tom waits-mule variations&lt;br /&gt;tift merrit-tambourine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Musicians/Actors you would like to do the NASTY with:&lt;br /&gt;Kiera Knightley&lt;br /&gt;Kim Deal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Band whose music would be described as writing the soundtrack of your life:&lt;br /&gt;Pearl Jam</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:reality_byt3s:6847</id>
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    <title>driftin along...</title>
    <published>2004-10-25T01:25:38Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-25T01:25:38Z</updated>
    <lj:music>pearl jam-driftin</lj:music>
    <content type="html">this week has had it's ups and downs...kelsey decided she does not want to be my friend...which i find simultaneously depressing and ridiculous...i miss her...i hope she'll decide to start talking to me again...but alas it is nothing that i shall sit here and wait for...i had a lot o' fun friday night with josh, bogdan and cierra at the movies. we saw the grudge and I &amp;lt;3 huckabees. the grudge was scary but lacked story, plot, character development, etc. i thought huckabees was great but tried maybe too hard. and the rest of the weekend i didnt do anything at all which was surprisingly nice.... GO RED SSSSSSSSOXXX</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:reality_byt3s:6553</id>
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    <title>stolen from bogdan who stole it from anna who stole it from megan</title>
    <published>2004-10-14T03:07:35Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-14T03:07:35Z</updated>
    <lj:music>tom waits-hoist that rag</lj:music>
    <content type="html">WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF:&lt;br /&gt;» I died from suicide?:&lt;br /&gt;» I said I liked you?:&lt;br /&gt;» I kissed you?:&lt;br /&gt;» I lived next door to you?:&lt;br /&gt;» I stole something?:&lt;br /&gt;» I killed someone you loved?:&lt;br /&gt;» I was hospitalized?:&lt;br /&gt;» I ran away from home?:&lt;br /&gt;» I got into a fight?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT:&lt;br /&gt;» My personality?:&lt;br /&gt;» My mannerisms?:&lt;br /&gt;» Me?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOULD YOU:&lt;br /&gt;» Be my friend?:&lt;br /&gt;» Have sex with me?:&lt;br /&gt;» Lie to make me feel better?:&lt;br /&gt;» Spread rumors about me?:&lt;br /&gt;» Keep a secret if I told you one?:&lt;br /&gt;» Loan me some money?:&lt;br /&gt;» Hold my hand?:&lt;br /&gt;» Take a bullet for me?:&lt;br /&gt;» Keep in touch with me after high school?:&lt;br /&gt;» Try and solve my problems?:&lt;br /&gt;» Love me?:&lt;br /&gt;» Date me?:</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:reality_byt3s:6211</id>
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    <title>an entire punk rock opera...track thirteen</title>
    <published>2004-10-10T07:25:54Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-10T07:25:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Thought I ran onto you down on the street&lt;br /&gt;Then it turned out only to be a dream&lt;br /&gt;I made a point to burn all of the photographs&lt;br /&gt;She went away and then I took a different path&lt;br /&gt;I remember the face&lt;br /&gt;But I cant recall the name&lt;br /&gt;Now I wonder how whatsername has been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems that she disappeared without a trace&lt;br /&gt;Did she ever marry old what's his face?&lt;br /&gt;I made a point to burn all of the photographs&lt;br /&gt;She went away and then I took a different path&lt;br /&gt;I remember the face &lt;br /&gt;But I cant recall the name&lt;br /&gt;Now I wonder how whatsername has been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, whatever&lt;br /&gt;It seems like forever ago&lt;br /&gt;Remember, whatever&lt;br /&gt;It seems like forever ago&lt;br /&gt;The regrets are useless&lt;br /&gt;In my mind&lt;br /&gt;She's in my head&lt;br /&gt;I must confess&lt;br /&gt;The regrets are useless&lt;br /&gt;She's in my head&lt;br /&gt;From so long ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Go, Go, Go, Go..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the darkest&lt;br /&gt;If my memory serves me right&lt;br /&gt;I'll never turn back time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting you, but not the time</content>
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    <title>an entire punk rock opera...track twelve</title>
    <published>2004-10-10T07:25:06Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-10T07:25:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">[Part 1: The death of St. Jimmy]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is beating from me&lt;br /&gt;I am standing all alone&lt;br /&gt;Please call me only if you are coming home&lt;br /&gt;Waste another year flies by&lt;br /&gt;Waste a night or two&lt;br /&gt;You taught me how to live&lt;br /&gt;In the streets of shame&lt;br /&gt;Where you've lost your dreams in the rain&lt;br /&gt;There's no sign of hope&lt;br /&gt;The stems and seeds of the last of the dope&lt;br /&gt;There's a glow of light&lt;br /&gt;The St. Jimmy is the spark in the night&lt;br /&gt;Bearing gifts and trust&lt;br /&gt;The fixture in the city lust&lt;br /&gt;What the hell's your name&lt;br /&gt;Whats your pleasure and whats your pain?&lt;br /&gt;Do you dream to much?&lt;br /&gt;Do you think what you need is a crutch&lt;br /&gt;In the crowd of pain. St. Jimmy comes without any shame&lt;br /&gt;He says “we're fucked up”&lt;br /&gt;But we're not the same&lt;br /&gt;And mom and dad are the ones you can blame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy died today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He blew his brains out into the bay &lt;br /&gt;In the state of mind it's my own private suicide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Part 2: East 12th St.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And nobody cares&lt;br /&gt;And nobody cares&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone care if nobody cares?&lt;br /&gt;[x2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus filling out paperwork now&lt;br /&gt;At the facility on east 12th st.&lt;br /&gt;He's not listened to a word now&lt;br /&gt;He's in his own world&lt;br /&gt;And he's daydreaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'd rather be doing something else now,&lt;br /&gt;Like cigarettes and coffee with the underbelly,&lt;br /&gt;His life's on the line with anxiety now,&lt;br /&gt;And she had enough,&lt;br /&gt;And he had plenty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody get me out of here&lt;br /&gt;Anybody get me out of here&lt;br /&gt;Somebody get me out of here&lt;br /&gt;Get me the fuck right out of here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far away&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to stay&lt;br /&gt;Get me out of here right now&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna be free&lt;br /&gt;Is there a possibility?&lt;br /&gt;Get me out of here right now&lt;br /&gt;This life like aint for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Part 3: Nobody likes you!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell asleep watching spike TV&lt;br /&gt;After 10 cups of coffee&lt;br /&gt;And you're still not here&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming of a song&lt;br /&gt;When something went wrong&lt;br /&gt;But I can't tell anyone&lt;br /&gt;'Cause no one's here&lt;br /&gt;Left me here alone&lt;br /&gt;When I should have stayed home&lt;br /&gt;After 10 cups of coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking where'd you go?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody likes you&lt;br /&gt;Everyone left you&lt;br /&gt;They're all out without you havin' fun&lt;br /&gt;Where'd you go&lt;br /&gt;Everyone left you&lt;br /&gt;Nobody likes you&lt;br /&gt;They're all out without you havin' fun&lt;br /&gt;Where'd you go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geeze...Ha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Part 4: Rock and roll girlfriend]&lt;br /&gt;[written and sung by Tre Cool]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a rock and roll band&lt;br /&gt;I got a rock and roll life &lt;br /&gt;I got a rock and roll girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;And another ex-wife&lt;br /&gt;I got a rock and roll house&lt;br /&gt;I got a rock and roll car&lt;br /&gt;I play the shit out the drums&lt;br /&gt;And I can play the guitar&lt;br /&gt;I got a kid in new york&lt;br /&gt;I got a kid in the bay&lt;br /&gt;I haven't drank or smoked nothin'&lt;br /&gt;In over 22 days&lt;br /&gt;So get off my case&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Part 5: We're coming home again]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here they come marching down the street&lt;br /&gt;Like a desperation murmur of a heart beat&lt;br /&gt;Coming back from the edge of town&lt;br /&gt;Underneath their feet&lt;br /&gt;The time has come and it going nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Nobody ever said that life was fair now&lt;br /&gt;Go-carts and guns are treasures they will bear&lt;br /&gt;In the summer heat&lt;br /&gt;The world is spinning&lt;br /&gt;Around and around&lt;br /&gt;Out of control again&lt;br /&gt;From the 7-11 to the fear of breaking down&lt;br /&gt;So send my love a letterbomb&lt;br /&gt;And visit me in hell&lt;br /&gt;We're the ones going&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home&lt;br /&gt;We're coming home again&lt;br /&gt;Home&lt;br /&gt;We're coming home again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started fuckin' running&lt;br /&gt;Just as soon as my feet touched the ground&lt;br /&gt;We're back in Barrio&lt;br /&gt;But to you and me, that's jingle town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home&lt;br /&gt;We're coming home again&lt;br /&gt;Home&lt;br /&gt;We're coming home again&lt;br /&gt;Home&lt;br /&gt;We're coming home again&lt;br /&gt;Home&lt;br /&gt;We're coming home again&lt;br /&gt;Home&lt;br /&gt;We're coming home again&lt;br /&gt;Home&lt;br /&gt;We're coming home again&lt;br /&gt;Home&lt;br /&gt;We're coming home again&lt;br /&gt;Home&lt;br /&gt;We're coming home again&lt;br /&gt;Home&lt;br /&gt;We're coming home again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody likes you&lt;br /&gt;Everyone left you&lt;br /&gt;They're all out without you havin' fun</content>
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    <title>an entire punk rock opera...track eleven</title>
    <published>2004-10-10T07:24:07Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-10T07:24:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Summer has come and passed&lt;br /&gt;The innocent can never last&lt;br /&gt;wake me up when september ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like my fathers come to pass&lt;br /&gt;seven years has gone so fast&lt;br /&gt;wake me up when september ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here comes the rain again&lt;br /&gt;falling from the stars&lt;br /&gt;drenched in my pain again&lt;br /&gt;becoming who we are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as my memory rests&lt;br /&gt;but never forgets what I lost&lt;br /&gt;wake me up when september ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;summer has come and passed&lt;br /&gt;the innocent can never last&lt;br /&gt;wake me up when september ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ring out the bells again&lt;br /&gt;like we did when spring began&lt;br /&gt;wake me up when september ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here comes the rain again&lt;br /&gt;falling from the stars&lt;br /&gt;drenched in my pain again&lt;br /&gt;becoming who we are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as my memory rests&lt;br /&gt;but never forgets what I lost&lt;br /&gt;wake me up when september ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer has come and passed&lt;br /&gt;The innocent can never last&lt;br /&gt;wake me up when september ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like my father's come to pass&lt;br /&gt;twenty years has gone so fast&lt;br /&gt;wake me up when september ends&lt;br /&gt;wake me up when september ends&lt;br /&gt;wake me up when september ends</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:reality_byt3s:5532</id>
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    <title>an entire punk rock opera...track ten</title>
    <published>2004-10-10T07:23:24Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-10T07:23:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Nobody likes you...&lt;br /&gt;Everyone left you...&lt;br /&gt;They're all out without you...&lt;br /&gt;Having fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where have all the bastards gone?&lt;br /&gt;The underbelly stacks up ten high&lt;br /&gt;The dummy failed the crash test&lt;br /&gt;Collecting unemployment checks&lt;br /&gt;Like a flunkie along for a ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where have all the riots gone&lt;br /&gt;As your city's model gets pulverized?&lt;br /&gt;What's in love is now in debt&lt;br /&gt;On your birth certificate&lt;br /&gt;So strike the fucking match to light this fuse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The town bishop is an extortionist&lt;br /&gt;And he don't even know that you exist&lt;br /&gt;Standing still when it's do or die&lt;br /&gt;You better run for your fucking life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not over 'till your underground&lt;br /&gt;It's not over before it's too late&lt;br /&gt;It's cities burnin'&lt;br /&gt;It's not my burden&lt;br /&gt;It's not over before it's too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing left to analyze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where will all the martyrs go when the virus cures itself?&lt;br /&gt;And where will we all go when it's too late?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't look back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not the Jesus of Suburbia&lt;br /&gt;The St. Jimmy is a figment of&lt;br /&gt;Your father's raise and your mother's love&lt;br /&gt;Made me the idiot America&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not over 'till your underground&lt;br /&gt;It's not over before it's too late&lt;br /&gt;It's cities burnin'&lt;br /&gt;It's not my burden&lt;br /&gt;It's not over before it's too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said I can't take this place&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving it behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well she said I can't take this town&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving you tonight</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:reality_byt3s:5356</id>
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    <title>an entire punk rock opera...track nine</title>
    <published>2004-10-10T07:22:08Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-10T07:22:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">She's an Extraordinary girl&lt;br /&gt;In an ordinary world&lt;br /&gt;And she cant seem to get away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He lacks the courage in his mind&lt;br /&gt;Like a child left behind&lt;br /&gt;Like a pet left in the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's all alone again&lt;br /&gt;Wiping the tears from her eyes&lt;br /&gt;Some days he feels like dying&lt;br /&gt;She gets so sick of crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sees the mirror of herself&lt;br /&gt;And image she wants to sell&lt;br /&gt;To anyone willing to buy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He steals the image in her kiss&lt;br /&gt;From her hearts apocalypse&lt;br /&gt;From the one called whatsername&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's all alone again&lt;br /&gt;Wiping the tears from her eyes&lt;br /&gt;Some days he feels like dying&lt;br /&gt;She gets so sick of crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's all alone again&lt;br /&gt;Wiping the tears from her eyes&lt;br /&gt;Some days he feels like dying&lt;br /&gt;Some days he's not worth trying&lt;br /&gt;Now that they're both up on it&lt;br /&gt;She gets so sick of crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's an Extraordinary girl&lt;br /&gt;an Extraordinary girl&lt;br /&gt;an Extraordinary girl&lt;br /&gt;an Extraordinary girl</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:reality_byt3s:5053</id>
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    <title>an entire punk rock opera...track eight</title>
    <published>2004-10-10T07:20:27Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-10T07:20:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">She's a rebel &lt;br /&gt;She's a saint&lt;br /&gt;She's salt of the earth&lt;br /&gt;And she's dangerous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a rebel&lt;br /&gt;Vigilante &lt;br /&gt;Missing link on the brink&lt;br /&gt;Of destruction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Chicago to Toronto &lt;br /&gt;She's the one that they&lt;br /&gt;Call old whatsername&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's the symbol&lt;br /&gt;of resistance&lt;br /&gt;and she's holding on my&lt;br /&gt;heart like a hand grenade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is she dreaming&lt;br /&gt;what I'm thinking&lt;br /&gt;is she the mother of all bombs&lt;br /&gt;gonna detonate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is she trouble&lt;br /&gt;like I'm trouble&lt;br /&gt;make it a double&lt;br /&gt;twist of fate&lt;br /&gt;or a melody that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sings the revolution&lt;br /&gt;the dawning of our lives&lt;br /&gt;she brings the liberation&lt;br /&gt;that I just cant define&lt;br /&gt;nothing comes to mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a rebel &lt;br /&gt;She's a saint&lt;br /&gt;She's salt of the earth&lt;br /&gt;And she's dangerous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a rebel&lt;br /&gt;Vigilante &lt;br /&gt;Missing link on the brink&lt;br /&gt;Of destruction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a rebel, She's a rebel, She's a rebel, And she's dangerous&lt;br /&gt;She's a rebel, She's a rebel, She's a rebel, And she's dangerous</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:reality_byt3s:4654</id>
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    <title>an entire punk rock opera...track seven</title>
    <published>2004-10-10T07:19:42Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-10T07:19:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Take away the sensation inside&lt;br /&gt;Bitter sweet migraine in my head&lt;br /&gt;Its like a throbbing tooth ache of the mind&lt;br /&gt;I can't take this feeling anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drain the pressure from the swelling,&lt;br /&gt;The sensations overwhelming, &lt;br /&gt;Give me a long kiss goodnight &lt;br /&gt;and everything will be alright&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that I won't feel a thing&lt;br /&gt;So give me Novacaine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of body and out of mind&lt;br /&gt;Kiss the demons out of my dreams&lt;br /&gt;I get the funny feeling, that’s alright&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy says it's better than air,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll tell you why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drain the pressure from the swelling,&lt;br /&gt;The sensations overwhelming, &lt;br /&gt;Give me a long kiss goodnight &lt;br /&gt;and everything will be alright&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that I won't feel a thing, &lt;br /&gt;So give me Novacaine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Novacaine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drain the pressure from the swelling, &lt;br /&gt;The sensations overwhelming&lt;br /&gt;Give me a long kiss goodnight &lt;br /&gt;and everything will be alright&lt;br /&gt;Tell me Jimmy I won't feel a thing, &lt;br /&gt;So give me Novacaine</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:reality_byt3s:4494</id>
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    <title>an entire punk rock opera...track six</title>
    <published>2004-10-10T07:18:53Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-10T07:18:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">St. Jimmy's comin' down across the alleyway&lt;br /&gt;Up on the boulevard like a zip gun on parade&lt;br /&gt;Light of a silhouette&lt;br /&gt;He's insubordinate&lt;br /&gt;Coming at you on the count of 1,2,1,2,3,4!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Jimmy and you better not wear it out&lt;br /&gt;Suicide commando that your momma talked about&lt;br /&gt;King of the forty theives&lt;br /&gt;And I'm here to represent&lt;br /&gt;That needle in the vein of the establishment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the patron saint of the denial&lt;br /&gt;With an angel face and a taste for suicidal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cigarettes and ramen and a little bag of dope&lt;br /&gt;I am the son of a bitch and Edgar Allen Poe&lt;br /&gt;Raised in the city under a halo of lights&lt;br /&gt;The product of war and fear that we've been victimized&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the patron saint of the denial&lt;br /&gt;With an angel face and a taste for suicidal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU TALKING TO ME?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you something to cry about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ST. JIMMY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is St. Jimmy I'm a son of a gun&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one that's from the way outside&lt;br /&gt;I'm a teenage assassin executing some fun&lt;br /&gt;In the cult of the life of crime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate to say it but I told you so&lt;br /&gt;So shut your mouth before I shoot you down old boy&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the club and give me some blood&lt;br /&gt;And the resident leader at the lost and found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's comedy and tragedy&lt;br /&gt;It's St. Jimmy&lt;br /&gt;And that's my nameeeeeee...and don't wear it out!</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:reality_byt3s:4098</id>
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    <title>an entire punk rock opera...track five</title>
    <published>2004-10-10T07:17:59Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-10T07:17:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Starry nights city lights&lt;br /&gt;Coming down over me&lt;br /&gt;Skyscrapers and stargazers&lt;br /&gt;In my head&lt;br /&gt;Are we we are, Are we we are&lt;br /&gt;The waiting unknown &lt;br /&gt;This dirty town was burning down in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Lost and found city bound in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And screaming &lt;br /&gt;Are we we are, Are we we are the waiting&lt;br /&gt;And screaming&lt;br /&gt;Are we we are, Are we we are the waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget me nots and second thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Live in isolation&lt;br /&gt;Heads or tails and fairytales in my mind&lt;br /&gt;Are we we are, Are we we are the waiting unknown&lt;br /&gt;The rage and love, the story of my life&lt;br /&gt;The Jesus of suburbia is a lie &lt;br /&gt;And screaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And screaming &lt;br /&gt;Are we we are, Are we we are the waiting&lt;br /&gt;And screaming&lt;br /&gt;Are we we are, Are we we are the waiting&lt;br /&gt;And screaming &lt;br /&gt;Are we we are, Are we we are the waiting&lt;br /&gt;And screaming&lt;br /&gt;Are we we are, Are we we are the waiting&lt;br /&gt;Ohh..&lt;br /&gt;Are we we are, Are we we are the waiting&lt;br /&gt;Ohh..&lt;br /&gt;Are we we are, Are we we are the waiting</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:reality_byt3s:4086</id>
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    <title>an entire punk rock opera...track four</title>
    <published>2004-10-10T07:17:09Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-10T07:17:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I walk a lonely road &lt;br /&gt;The only one that I have ever known&lt;br /&gt;Don't know where it goes&lt;br /&gt;But it's home to me and I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk this empty street&lt;br /&gt;On the Blvd. of broken dreams&lt;br /&gt;Where the city sleeps&lt;br /&gt;And I'm the only one and I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;I walk a...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My shadows the only one that walks beside me&lt;br /&gt;My shallow hearts the only thing that's beating&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me&lt;br /&gt;Till then I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah-Ah Ah-Ah Ah-Ah Ahhh&lt;br /&gt;Ah-Ah Ah-Ah Ah-Ah Ahhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking down the line&lt;br /&gt;That divides me somewhere in my mind&lt;br /&gt;On the border line of the edge&lt;br /&gt;And where I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read between the lines &lt;br /&gt;What's fucked up and everythings all right&lt;br /&gt;Check my vital signs to know I'm still alive&lt;br /&gt;And I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;I walk a...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My shadows the only one that walks beside me&lt;br /&gt;My shallow hearts the only thing that's beating&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me&lt;br /&gt;Till then I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah-Ah Ah-Ah Ah-Ah Ahhh&lt;br /&gt;Ah-Ah Ah-Ah Ah-Ah Ahhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk this empty street&lt;br /&gt;On the Blvd. of broken dreams&lt;br /&gt;Where the city sleeps&lt;br /&gt;And I'm the only one and I walk a..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My shadows the only one that walks beside me&lt;br /&gt;My shallow hearts the only thing that's beating&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me&lt;br /&gt;Till then I walk away!</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:reality_byt3s:3808</id>
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    <title>an entire punk rock opera...track three</title>
    <published>2004-10-10T07:16:19Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-10T07:16:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hear the sound of the falling rain&lt;br /&gt;Coming down like an Armageddon flame (Hey!)&lt;br /&gt;The shame&lt;br /&gt;The ones who died without a name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear the dogs howling out of key&lt;br /&gt;To a hymn called "Faith and Misery" (Hey!)&lt;br /&gt;And bleed, the company lost the war today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies&lt;br /&gt;This is the dawning of the rest of our lives&lt;br /&gt;On holiday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear the drum pounding out of time&lt;br /&gt;Another protestor has crossed the line (Hey!)&lt;br /&gt;To find, the money's on the other side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I get another Amen? (Amen!)&lt;br /&gt;There's a flag wrapped around the score of men (Hey!)&lt;br /&gt;A gag, A plastic bag on a monument&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies&lt;br /&gt;This is the dawning of the rest of our lives&lt;br /&gt;On holiday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The representative from California has the floor"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sieg Heil to the president gasman&lt;br /&gt;Bombs away is your punishment&lt;br /&gt;Pulverize the Eiffel towers&lt;br /&gt;Who criticize your government&lt;br /&gt;Bang bang goes the broken glass man&lt;br /&gt;Kill all the fags that don't agree&lt;br /&gt;Trials by fire, setting fire&lt;br /&gt;Is not a way that's meant for me&lt;br /&gt;Just cause, just cause, because we're outlaws yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies&lt;br /&gt;This is the dawning of the rest of our lives&lt;br /&gt;I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies&lt;br /&gt;This is the dawning of the rest of our lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our lives on holiday</content>
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    <title>an entire punk rock opera...track two</title>
    <published>2004-10-10T07:13:08Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-10T07:13:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">[Part 1]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the son of rage and love&lt;br /&gt;The Jesus of suburbia &lt;br /&gt;From the bible of none of the above &lt;br /&gt;On a steady diet of soda pop and Ritalin &lt;br /&gt;No one ever died for my sins in hell &lt;br /&gt;As far as I can tell &lt;br /&gt;At least the ones I got away with &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's nothing wrong with me &lt;br /&gt;This is how I'm supposed to be &lt;br /&gt;In a land of make believe &lt;br /&gt;That don't believe in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get my television fix sitting on my crucifix &lt;br /&gt;The living room in my private womb &lt;br /&gt;While the moms and brads are away &lt;br /&gt;To fall in love and fall in debt &lt;br /&gt;To alcohol and cigarettes and Mary Jane &lt;br /&gt;To keep me insane and doing someone else's cocaine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's nothing wrong with me&lt;br /&gt;This is how I'm supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;In a land of make believe&lt;br /&gt;That don't believe in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Part 2: City Of The Damned]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the center of the Earth&lt;br /&gt;In the parking lot &lt;br /&gt;Of the 7-11 were I was taught &lt;br /&gt;The motto was just a lie &lt;br /&gt;It says home is where your heart is&lt;br /&gt;But what a shame &lt;br /&gt;Cause everyone's heart &lt;br /&gt;Doesn't beat the same &lt;br /&gt;It's beating out of time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;City of the dead &lt;br /&gt;At the end of another lost highway &lt;br /&gt;Signs misleading to nowhere &lt;br /&gt;City of the damned &lt;br /&gt;Lost children with dirty faces today &lt;br /&gt;No one really seems to care &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read the graffiti &lt;br /&gt;In the bathroom stall &lt;br /&gt;Like the holy scriptures of a shopping mall &lt;br /&gt;And so it seemed to confess &lt;br /&gt;It didn't say much &lt;br /&gt;But it only confirmed that&lt;br /&gt;The center of the earth &lt;br /&gt;Is the end of the world &lt;br /&gt;And I could really care less &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;City of the dead&lt;br /&gt;At the end of another lost highway&lt;br /&gt;Signs misleading to nowhere&lt;br /&gt;City of the damned&lt;br /&gt;Lost children with dirty faces today&lt;br /&gt;No one really seems to careeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Part 3: I don't care]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if you don't &lt;br /&gt;I don't care if you don't&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if you don't care&lt;br /&gt;[x4]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't careeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is so full of shit &lt;br /&gt;Born and raised by hypocrites &lt;br /&gt;Hearts recycled but never saved&lt;br /&gt;From the cradle to the grave &lt;br /&gt;We are the kids of war and peace&lt;br /&gt;From Anaheim to the middle east &lt;br /&gt;We are the stories and disciples &lt;br /&gt;Of the Jesus of suburbia &lt;br /&gt;Land of make believe &lt;br /&gt;And it don't believe in me &lt;br /&gt;Land of make believe &lt;br /&gt;And I don't believe &lt;br /&gt;And I don't care! &lt;br /&gt;I don't care! [x4]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Part 4: Dearly beloved]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearly beloved are you listening?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember a word that you were saying&lt;br /&gt;Are we demented or am I disturbed? &lt;br /&gt;The space that's in between insane and insecure &lt;br /&gt;Oh therapy, can you please fill the void? &lt;br /&gt;Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed &lt;br /&gt;Nobody's perfect and I stand accused &lt;br /&gt;For lack of a better word, and that's my best excuse &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Part 5: Tales of another broken home]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To live and not to breathe &lt;br /&gt;Is to die In tragedy&lt;br /&gt;To run, to run away &lt;br /&gt;To find what you believe &lt;br /&gt;And I leave behind&lt;br /&gt;This hurricane of fucking lies &lt;br /&gt;I lost my faith to this &lt;br /&gt;This town that don't exist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I run &lt;br /&gt;I run away&lt;br /&gt;To the light of masochist&lt;br /&gt;And I leave behind &lt;br /&gt;This hurricane of fucking lies&lt;br /&gt;And I walked this line &lt;br /&gt;A million and one fucking times&lt;br /&gt;But not this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel any shame&lt;br /&gt;I won't apologize &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When there ain't nowhere you can go&lt;br /&gt;Running away from pain&lt;br /&gt;When you've been victimized&lt;br /&gt;Tales from another broken home</content>
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    <title>an entire punk rock opera...track one</title>
    <published>2004-10-10T04:03:51Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-10T07:11:51Z</updated>
    <lj:music>green day</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Don't wanna be an American idiot.&lt;br /&gt;Don't want a nation under the new mania.&lt;br /&gt;And can you hear the sound of hysteria?&lt;br /&gt;The subliminal mindfuck America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to a new kind of tension.&lt;br /&gt;All across the alienation.&lt;br /&gt;Everything isn't meant to be okay.&lt;br /&gt;Television dreams of tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;We're not the ones who're meant to follow.&lt;br /&gt;For that's enough to argue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well maybe I'm the faggot America.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a part of a redneck agenda.&lt;br /&gt;Now everybody do the propaganda.&lt;br /&gt;And sing along in the age of paranoia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to a new kind of tension.&lt;br /&gt;All across the alienation.&lt;br /&gt;Everything isn't meant to be okay.&lt;br /&gt;Television dreams of tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;We're not the ones who're meant to follow.&lt;br /&gt;For that's enough to argue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna be an American idiot.&lt;br /&gt;One nation controlled by the media.&lt;br /&gt;Information age of hysteria.&lt;br /&gt;It's calling out to idiot America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to a new kind of tension.&lt;br /&gt;All across the alienation.&lt;br /&gt;Everything isn't meant to be okay.&lt;br /&gt;Television dreams of tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;We're not the ones who're meant to follow.&lt;br /&gt;For that's enough to argue.</content>
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    <title>Chasing Amy (I can't pretend anymore)</title>
    <published>2004-10-06T05:43:28Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-06T05:43:28Z</updated>
    <lj:music>green day-american idiot</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I was watching Chasing Amy recently, and when i saw the part in which Holden expresses his love for Alyssa i realized it was pretty much the exact way i feel for somebody else in my life. And here it is.                          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLDEN&lt;br /&gt;                 I love you.  And not in a friendly&lt;br /&gt;                 way, although I think we’re great&lt;br /&gt;                 friends.  And not in a misplaced&lt;br /&gt;                 affection, puppy-dog way, although I’m&lt;br /&gt;                 sure that’s what you’ll call it.  And&lt;br /&gt;                 it’s not because you’re unattainable.&lt;br /&gt;                 I love you.  Very simple, very truly.&lt;br /&gt;                 You’re the epitome of every attribute&lt;br /&gt;                 and quality I’ve ever looked for in&lt;br /&gt;                 another person.  I know you think of&lt;br /&gt;                 me as just a friend and crossing that&lt;br /&gt;                 line is the furthest thing from an&lt;br /&gt;                 option you’d ever consider.  But I&lt;br /&gt;                 can’t do this any longer.  I can’t&lt;br /&gt;                 stand next to you without wanting to&lt;br /&gt;                 hold you.  I can’t look into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;                 without feeling that longing you only&lt;br /&gt;                 read about in trashy romance novels.&lt;br /&gt;                 I can’t talk to you without wanting to&lt;br /&gt;                 express my love for everything you&lt;br /&gt;                 are.  I know this will probably ruin&lt;br /&gt;                 our friendship but&lt;br /&gt;                 I had to say it, because I’ve never&lt;br /&gt;                 felt this before, and I like who I am&lt;br /&gt;                 because of it.  And if bringing it to&lt;br /&gt;                 light means we can’t hang out anymore,&lt;br /&gt;                 then that hurts me.  But I couldn’t&lt;br /&gt;                 allow another  day to go by without&lt;br /&gt;                 getting it out there, regardless of&lt;br /&gt;                 the outcome, which by the look on your&lt;br /&gt;                 face is to be the inevitable shoot-&lt;br /&gt;                 down.  And I’ll accept that But I know&lt;br /&gt;                 some part of you is hesitating for a&lt;br /&gt;                 moment, and if there is a moment of&lt;br /&gt;                 hesitation, that means you feel&lt;br /&gt;                 something too.  All I ask is that you&lt;br /&gt;                 not suppress that - at least for ten&lt;br /&gt;                 minutes - and try to dwell in it&lt;br /&gt;                 before you dismiss it.&lt;br /&gt;                 There isn’t another soul on this&lt;br /&gt;                 fucking planet who’s ever made me the&lt;br /&gt;                 person I am when I’m with you, and I&lt;br /&gt;                 would risk this friendship for the&lt;br /&gt;                 chance to take it to the next plateau.&lt;br /&gt;                 Because it’s there between you and me.&lt;br /&gt;                 You can’t deny that.  And even if we&lt;br /&gt;                 never speak again after tonight,&lt;br /&gt;                 please know that I’m forever changed&lt;br /&gt;                 because of you and what you’ve meant&lt;br /&gt;                 to me.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:reality_byt3s:2585</id>
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    <title>its been awhile.... kind of like that horrible staind song</title>
    <published>2004-09-01T23:26:08Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-01T23:26:08Z</updated>
    <lj:music>drive-by truckers-tornadoes</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i havent updated this fucker in awhile but you know...i havent really cared enough to bother..but today im sick and im bored and have nothing better to do besides this and watch my friends dvd's. first business...school blows...there is nothing worse that having to get up everyday and having to go to school..but at least now i have both 4th and 5th period off so i can hang out with bogdan and nick. and i get to hang out with kelsey for two periods. OH WOO WOO. im obsessed with a new band...the drive-by truckers...everybody should go buy every album they ever touched.</content>
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    <title>reality_byt3s @ 2004-08-05T23:00:00</title>
    <published>2004-08-06T04:01:17Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-06T04:01:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;table align="center" width="250"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="font-size:18px;font-family:Verdana"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I AM 86% ASSHOLE/BITCH!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fuali.com/test.aspx?id=115"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.fuali.com/pix/115/4.gif" alt="86% ASSHOLE/BITCH" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="font-size:10px;font-family:Verdana"&gt;I am one of those people that love to hear the sound of their voice.  That and my lousy attitude make for a mixture as toxic next-day-mexican-dinner-ass-drip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size:12px;font-family:Verdana"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fuali.com/test.aspx?id=115"&gt;Take the ASSHOLE/BITCH test at Fuali.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;denis leary is my hero...i am totally cool.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:reality_byt3s:2157</id>
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    <title>we're kicking lyrics right to your brain, once you hear this sound you'll be right as rain</title>
    <published>2004-08-05T08:07:07Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-05T08:07:07Z</updated>
    <lj:music>pearl jam- faithfull</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i went to this theme park today with some of my family, and i've discovered that roller coasters do absolutely nothing for me anymore. especially new ones that last for about as long as a fucking blink. but the day wasnt that bad,i got to spend time with my ultra-awesome cousin tom. his mom is dating this dude and the dude's daughter is seriously one the most beautiful girls i've ever seen. for the past like 3 summers i've seen her, and i think i've gotten over her but my heart stills skips a beat the first time i see her every year. unfortunately, she lives here, and i live there....or she lives there and i live here depending on where the fuck you are reading this from. SHAZAM AND ABRACADABRA. peace.</content>
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    <title>in maryland</title>
    <published>2004-08-02T04:04:55Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-02T04:04:55Z</updated>
    <lj:music>pearl jam-25 minutes to go</lj:music>
    <content type="html">maryland is super boring..i got roughly 17 hours of sleep today so my head is completely out of it. its normally not this bad being here. but i am getting to listen to all my pearl jam live cds. everyone out there should get all the pearl jam cd's they can find. because pearl jam is the best band ever. ever. bar none.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:reality_byt3s:1643</id>
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    <title>hot girl at grocery store</title>
    <published>2004-07-20T01:15:32Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-20T01:15:32Z</updated>
    <lj:music>the soggy bottom boys- i am a man of constant sorrow</lj:music>
    <content type="html">bogdan took me to this international house of groceries with all these weird foreign foods. and i met this awesomely hot babe at the counter...we are going to go every damn day until i become her suitor.</content>
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