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  <title>Dark Asylum</title>
  <subtitle>This is where we run free</subtitle>
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    <name>mydarkasylum</name>
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  <updated>2009-11-09T20:43:27Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mydarkasylum:8623</id>
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    <title>Would you offer your throat to the wolf with red roses?</title>
    <published>2009-11-09T20:43:27Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-09T20:43:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Like a sentence to death&lt;br /&gt; I've got no options left&lt;br /&gt; I've got nothing to show now&lt;br /&gt; I'm down on the ground&lt;br /&gt; I've got seconds to live&lt;br /&gt; And you can't go now&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Cause love, like an invisible bullet has shot me down and I'm bleeding - yeah, I'm bleeding&lt;br /&gt; And if you go, furious angels will bring you back to me&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; You're a dirty needle&lt;br /&gt; You're in my blood and there's no curing me&lt;br /&gt; And I want to run&lt;br /&gt; (like the blood from a wound)&lt;br /&gt; To a place you can't see me&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Cause love, like a blow to the head, has left me stunned and i'm reeling - yeah, I'm reeling&lt;br /&gt; And if you go, furious angels will bring you back to me&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You're a cold piece of steel between my ribs and there's no saving me&lt;br /&gt; And I can't get up from this wet crimson bed that you made for me&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Cause love, like a knife in the back, has cut me down and I'm bleeding - yeah, I'm bleeding&lt;br /&gt; And if you go, angels will run to defend me - to defend me &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Cause i can't get up&lt;br /&gt; I'm as cold as a stove&lt;br /&gt; I can feel the life fade from me&lt;br /&gt; I'm down on the ground&lt;br /&gt; I've got seconds to live&lt;br /&gt; Then what's there that waits for me?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Cause love, like a sentence of death has left me stunned, and i'm reeling - yeah, i'm reeling&lt;br /&gt; And if you go, furious angels will bring you back to me  &lt;/span&gt;- Furious Angels, by Rob Dougan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This and Matchbox Twenty's &amp;quot;Bed of Lies&amp;quot;.&amp;nbsp; Constantly. For days. Tired of crying, tired of fearing the mailman, and fearing the phone. It rings or beeps, and we look at it like a snake ready to bite....tired....so very, very tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Wolf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>One time too many...</title>
    <published>2009-10-10T11:50:24Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-10T11:50:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The Asylum is now closed to the public. Thank you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mydarkasylum:6505</id>
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    <title>That was fun.</title>
    <published>2009-09-05T17:28:27Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-05T17:28:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really, really tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not make that mistake again. You really know how to make friends and influence people, don't you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way to prove everyone right. Smooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~M.G</content>
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    <title>We live!</title>
    <published>2007-07-20T02:08:55Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-20T02:08:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Survived the long trip to West Virginia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy to report that we were not eaten by inbred mutant mountain folk. ( Never watch "Wrong Turn" the night before heading out in the hills....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yay us.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mydarkasylum:1315</id>
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    <title>We are not amused</title>
    <published>2006-08-28T07:55:36Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-28T07:55:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">We're twitchy. We're awake. We should be sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The body's brainmeats don't appear to be working properly. I'm (M.G.) not sure if it's a simple case of chemical dumpage, or what. No matter who've put out to front so far, something is off. So it's the body, not me personally. I wish that made me feel better somehow....</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mydarkasylum:1184</id>
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    <title>Kacey here</title>
    <published>2004-01-27T22:42:47Z</published>
    <updated>2004-01-27T22:42:47Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Fur Elise (spelling?)</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Hello. Not many people know me. I haven't been around in a very long time. In the short time that I have been back, my life has taken a strange turn. I won't say too much on it, those who need to know do. &lt;br /&gt; But at one point today, I was dragged out. I found that something was nagging at me, wanting to be written down. I am not a writer. I draw. I read. I do not write. I have never claimed to be good at it...Just to let you know before you read this. I know it's crappy. But it was there, and I guess I needed to let it out. So...there...you've been warned.  Hopefully, he will understand that it is for him. He seems bright enough. *bitter-sweet smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it about &lt;br /&gt;Your cold touch&lt;br /&gt;That I am missing so damn much&lt;br /&gt;Just not myself when you're not near&lt;br /&gt;Always wishing you were here&lt;br /&gt;I lost myself in memories&lt;br /&gt;Try to remember&lt;br /&gt;Was She Me?&lt;br /&gt;I know things that&lt;br /&gt;I should not know&lt;br /&gt;Always lost out in the snow&lt;br /&gt;So here I sit now&lt;br /&gt;At your door&lt;br /&gt;Wish you'd stop staring at the floor&lt;br /&gt;Look me in the eyes&lt;br /&gt;Or let me be&lt;br /&gt;Please&lt;br /&gt;Let me forget&lt;br /&gt;Your misery&lt;br /&gt;How to help&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know&lt;br /&gt;So now I guess&lt;br /&gt;I'll simply go&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget my offering&lt;br /&gt;To be everything &lt;br /&gt;You could need&lt;br /&gt;I cannot find a reason why&lt;br /&gt;Not to spend Eternity&lt;br /&gt;By your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes...as I said...I'm not a writer...I know...&lt;br /&gt; *goes back to her room, The complete works of Oscar Wilde tucked under her arm*</content>
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    <title>lol</title>
    <published>2004-01-18T04:22:43Z</published>
    <updated>2004-01-18T04:22:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;table border="1" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;form action="http://memegen.deskslave.org/viewmeme.pl?un=zerogirl&amp;amp;meme=1064206850" method="POST"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan="2" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#DDDD88"&gt;Become a God or Goddess. by zerogirl&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#FFFFFF"&gt;Name:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="Name:" value="Julianna" size="20"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#FFFFFF"&gt;God/Goddess of&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Beauty&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#FFFFFF"&gt;Element:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Lightning&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#FFFFFF"&gt;Animal Companion:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Snake&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#FFFFFF"&gt;Weak against&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Ice&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#FFFFFF"&gt;Weapon:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Dagger&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="un" value="zerogirl"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="meme" value="1064206850"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Fill Out Your Answers and Try it!"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;font size="-1" color="#FFFFFF"&gt;Created with &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/quill18/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" style="vertical-align:bottom;border:0;"&gt;&lt;font color="#DDDD88"&gt;quill18&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'s &lt;a href="http://memegen.deskslave.org/"&gt;&lt;font color="#DDDD88"&gt;MemeGen&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</content>
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    <title>*Grumble*</title>
    <published>2003-12-25T22:44:32Z</published>
    <updated>2003-12-25T22:44:32Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Bowie boxset-Amazing</lj:music>
    <content type="html">This is Captain Julianna of the lil paper ship that sails in the rum. I just want to say...Merry Christmas to all. But Mostly to my Jackie.</content>
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    <title>Well well well...what have we here?</title>
    <published>2003-12-19T21:53:54Z</published>
    <updated>2003-12-19T21:53:54Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Silence is golden</lj:music>
    <content type="html">First off, I thought I should list the different loons you might encounter here. There are many many muses that inspire my writings, so more might make themselves known at a later date. Who knows? I sure as hell don't. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julianna - Julianna is ..well...she has a dark past. She won't talk about it much, but she is currently a pirate under Cap'n Alex, as she calls him. She is also madly inlove with one..well...rather odd fellow who goes by Cap'n Jack. We'll leave it at that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fury- Fury was created, in the beginning, to handle my anger. Being a werewolf, she is just the person to have at the back of your mind when you suddenly can't handle a situation. What would Fury do? Yell. Alot. So..she was born to take over the anger and frustrastion..and became much more than that. She has grown into a wonderful Muse, with many twisted dealings and layers to her personality. Apparently, She has also become Julianna's best friend. Beware, she is rather bitchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia- The local (haha) sane woman. She is a lovely, calm,sweet-natured Irish woman. Consider her the mother hen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and Well...right now, those are the only ones who want to come and play. So...yeah...there. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet the crazies. These voices, these dreams, these...whatever you want to call them. They keep me saner. I can write down their stories, I can focus on their lives, and they give mine a little bit more meaning. For the Art of their stories, is my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Thanks for tuning in.&lt;br /&gt;         M.G.</content>
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