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  <title>Don't be a coward...</title>
  <subtitle>Like my son.</subtitle>
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    <name>|':.Shikatou:.'|':.Nara.:'| &lt;3</name>
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  <updated>2006-04-24T21:26:26Z</updated>
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    <title>...</title>
    <published>2006-04-24T21:26:26Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-24T21:26:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I need more to grow....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Someone put me out in the sun....&lt;/s&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mr_nara:848</id>
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    <title>Happy life.</title>
    <published>2006-04-13T03:00:58Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-13T03:00:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So...one of the deers' anters broke off this morning. Now..usualy somthing like this...somthing this extreme...it would upset me, but instead I fixed his wounds, and took his antlers.&lt;br /&gt;Where did I take them, you ask me? Well, feeling extremely depressed, seeing that much blood come from somthing I love so much, I took my clothes off. Went and sat in my bathtub, waist-high water surrounding me from every-which way. &lt;br /&gt;A golden box clutched in my hands. &lt;br /&gt;I had a choice. I could try somthing I knew would make me feel better...somthing I did a long time ago, and it destroyed me for awhile. &lt;br /&gt;I really knew how dangerous this stuff was, but I just didn't care anymore...I was in too much pain already.&lt;br /&gt;I really wasn't going to do it,...but then I decided if you can't have just one moment of hapiness, but instead having everything just okay...was life really worth living?&lt;br /&gt;So, I opened the box; my old green friend, you havn't aged a day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After smoking it, I really couldn't think streight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing I did was tie the deer antlers to my head. I didn't really bother getting dressed, before I took off out the door. I felt just like a kid again; free and wild...Noone was going to stop me, even if that meant running forever...because I was willing to run, if this was what it meant to have hapiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did, though, eventually spot a red pair thong dangling from a clothesline outback someones' home. &lt;br /&gt;It was just like the pair I had always wanted, but my wife wouldn't let me have...at this point, I figured I could do anything I wanted to do.&lt;br /&gt;So I took them and ran, stopping in a clearing in the woods sometime later to put them on...and it felt great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been happier....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do drugs, kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e274/Baka-D-Kun/fgffff.jpg" /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mr_nara:544</id>
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    <title>Nara journey number 1.</title>
    <published>2006-04-10T00:42:21Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-10T00:42:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ahh...She wants me to take out the trash, she wants me to cook, she wants me to clean, she wants to fucking ride me like I'm an animal. &lt;br /&gt;...I need some time away, sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Especialy at that time of the month...oh, God...that dreaded time of the month....&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was going through Narutos' trash last night. Too many daipers. I went elsewhere, looking through...well, just about everyone's trash, and my seek for goodies ended with empty hands, and empty pockets. So, I took my journy to an end, going over to the Akimichis', to talk to Choumaru, when I saw they had just put their trash outfront. &lt;br /&gt;My instincts kicked in, and I went flying into the direction of said trashcan, ending with a crash, as I landed, sprawled out in the trash. &lt;br /&gt;...From this journy, I gained two turkeys, one lanasghnia, three pies....and a cherry lilli-pop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e274/Baka-D-Kun/GRAGasddf.jpg" /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mr_nara:272</id>
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    <title>Agh...</title>
    <published>2006-04-05T23:02:18Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-05T23:02:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The damn deer broke the fence down, and I had to get up at the crack of dawn to fix the damned thing...**Grumbles** I'm feeling older and older every day...But I gotta say...I don't really look half bad.&lt;br /&gt;Ah...anyway, it's father son day tomorrow!! Well...that might be untrue, but I'm making one, if it isn't.&lt;br /&gt;Shikamaru!! Whaddaya say about spending some time with your ol' dad!!? You can ride me....it'll be just like old times! &amp;lt;3</content>
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