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        <title><![CDATA[La goudou Suèdoise]]></title>
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    <title><![CDATA[All this thinking...]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Sat, 29 Jan 2005 21:46:53 +0100</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[Had a wonderful night with the girls. Tapas is a great invention. And Corona. Maybe the only really nice light bear.A lot of crazy discussions. Lisa was hungover and kept her mouth shut and Kristin drewled at the handball players on tv. Feeling more distant... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA[Exhale inhale]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Fri, 28 Jan 2005 21:10:38 +0100</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[Little by little I'm letting out my breath. Relaxing my muscles, letting down my guard. These past two days seem to have changed us, taught us something. Actually, taught us quite a lot. I feel sore and battered, in need of gentle touches and friendly... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA[A sweetheart between the sheets.]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Tue, 18 Jan 2005 16:42:58 +0100</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[These are good times. I've got nothing to write, I feel great.You make me feel like dancing, so that is what I'll do. ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA[Sonnet]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Mon, 03 Jan 2005 00:14:03 +0100</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[Sous un habit de fleurs, la nymphe que j'adorel'autre soir m'apparut si brilliante en ces lieux,qu'à l'éclat de son teint et celui de ses yeux,tout le monde la prit pour la naissante aurore. ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA[Your Voice]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Mon, 27 Dec 2004 21:34:09 +0100</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[to me it's like a waterfalla twinklingsplatteringbubblinglaughing waterfall I want to stand underneathlet the water splashagainst my foreheadagainst my skinGive me shillsgive me bruces I want to stand underneathbend my head backwardsand let the water... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA[You're still in my arms]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Wed, 22 Dec 2004 12:47:40 +0100</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[I'm home, sitting by the kitchen table talking bullshit with my mad family. Wish you were here, wish you'd see what I see in them. Thinking about you constantly, but suddenly I get shy of putting it into words. I'm not ready to turn this into something... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA[All the pretty little horses]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Thu, 09 Dec 2004 02:34:24 +0100</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[Maybe it's because it's 02:37 in the morning and I'm up writing about bloody poststructuralism and maybe it's because everything's been like a rollercoaster lately and maybe it's because I need a vacation, but I feel like someone have/should run over... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA[Always there]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Tue, 07 Dec 2004 23:51:38 +0100</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[We're building a mountain of love. Strong and solid. You and I, we ARE the mountain.Two bodies becoming one, two souls creating something more amazing than anything earthly. Sometimes I want to burn us alive, in that precise moment when all muscles flinch,... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA[God damn!]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Sat, 04 Dec 2004 02:11:55 +0100</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[I guess I'm drunk. I'm in love with the world. My friends, my life, this town, everything. This days has been absolutely brilliant, from start to finish. Babe, I love you to bits. You have no idea. Chanson de la nuit: Bimbo - Lambretta ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA[I just called...]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Tue, 30 Nov 2004 23:50:43 +0100</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[How I loved talking to you tonight. To feel that you were there, surrounded by all those people, but left them for almost an hour just to have a silly conversation with me on the phone. To hear you smile, to press my ear against the phone and to almost... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA[Underground death]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Sat, 27 Nov 2004 01:30:11 +0100</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[I was going through old journals and I found this text, from 17th of May, 2002, London. Thought it was funny. Stuck in a sweaty tube. Imagine if we were to be stuck here forever. For all eternity we would sit and stare at each other. Days and nights would... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA[Dream a little dream]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Wed, 24 Nov 2004 22:35:12 +0100</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[Feeling focused. Pushing the stress away by dealing with everything. Making lists, doing one thing at a time. I've had my share of councelling today and it did me good. I tell myself that missing you is doing me good too, and I do miss you tonight. Wondering... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA[Snow me in]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Tue, 23 Nov 2004 00:07:59 +0100</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[Everything is so calm out there now. The snow is falling down like a thick wet blanket, covering everything in silence. No people in the street, hardly any cars on the roads... The street lights are giving everything a warm orange glow.I ran back home... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA[Tragedy]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Thu, 18 Nov 2004 14:26:58 +0100</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[Michael Ljungberg, one of Sweden's most successful wrestlers and a popular character in Swedish media, commited suicide last night. He was taken in for depression, something he'd been suffering from for quite some time. His father visited him earlier... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA[Ja se det snöar...]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Wed, 17 Nov 2004 21:49:03 +0100</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[The first snow has arrived!Wish you were here to watch it with me from my window.I'd hold you in my arms and tell you everything I've told you so many times before. ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA[Amor vincit omnia]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Sun, 14 Nov 2004 20:40:47 +0100</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[Suddenly I can't recall how it started. I can't remember the reasons I had, it all feels overdramatic and even though i still recall the pain, it all seems to fade now, along with the hangover.None of all that matters now. My trust might be a bit damaged,... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA[Day after the night before]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Sun, 14 Nov 2004 15:39:09 +0100</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[WILL THIS WEEK NEVER END? Why is it so hard? I'm overemotional, with a body exhausted from alcohol, crying and lack of sleep. People kept pouring drinks into me last night to take my mind of things. It worked for a while, it actually did. Talked and laughed... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA[Leonard Cohen knows.]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Fri, 12 Nov 2004 00:01:50 +0100</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[...Another Leonard Cohen night. Incense, darkness and talk with Lisa. Feeling trapped in myself and my words. Crying again, but nobody knows. Not even you. I couldn't explain anyway.Lisa says I'm the intellectual, travelling, extremely interesting person... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA[These days]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Sun, 07 Nov 2004 14:32:53 +0100</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[At times it feeds me with joyat times it eats me aliveit rings more true than any holy wordevery word rings falsenone of my tools can explainnothing in me can give it justicethe way i burnthe way i singthe way i achethe way i implodethe way i rejoiceEvery... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA[Nocturnal sessions]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Wed, 03 Nov 2004 22:12:38 +0100</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[I'm so tired of sitting glued to this computer I feel like crying. My fucking elbows hurt from sitting in front of the computer 24/7, how bloody normal is that? I just wish my paper would be finished. Of course it's not gonna finish itself as long as... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA[Big Bloody Mess]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Fri, 29 Oct 2004 15:53:51 +0200</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[Everything is getting blown out of porportion today.I can't deal with her fear, I can't deal with my mood swings.It wasn't supposed to be this way, and I don't know how to fix it.Damn it, I don't know why you're so upset! Rien n'est gaché, si c'est ca... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA[I want you to]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Wed, 27 Oct 2004 14:18:15 +0200</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[Your face is burning in my mindyour soul is shaking my worldit's not that I can't live aloneit's just I want you in my lifenot like a sister or a friendthat wouldn't satisfy my heartwouldn't satisfy my soul Look deep in meBe close to my worldI want you... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA[You're my addiction.]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Wed, 27 Oct 2004 11:41:30 +0200</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[Fucking brilliant day. 1. Woke up and made love to my baby.2. Sunny morning.3. Went for a job-interview, seems like I'll get it.4. Listened to Dog Almighty in my headphones and went to the supermarket.5. Got home, found my flatmate in a brilliant mood.6.... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA[Mon amante]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Sat, 23 Oct 2004 00:33:35 +0200</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[She planted a seed in my heartlying in my bedall I can do is watch it growI never knew I could blossom this way ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA[Are we aliens?]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Wed, 20 Oct 2004 15:05:17 +0200</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[My girl took me to this exchange students thingy last night.It was damn strange.I'm sure they're all really nice and I really like her closest friends, but there are some fucking weird people there. I'm not used to being stared at, I mean what is it exactly... ]]></description>
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