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  <title>Love is something else, Love is the weather being good all the time,</title>
  <subtitle> because wind and rain are just a diffrent kind of good weather.</subtitle>
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    <name>Sagira McMouse</name>
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  <updated>2009-12-19T04:48:42Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:misssagiramouse:49870</id>
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    <title>misssagiramouse @ 2009-12-18T23:48:00</title>
    <published>2009-12-19T04:48:42Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-19T04:48:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">You can be a sweet dream, or a beautiful night mare. Either way I dont want to wake up.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:misssagiramouse:49561</id>
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    <title>Judge ment</title>
    <published>2009-09-17T14:38:35Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-17T14:38:35Z</updated>
    <lj:music>My Beloved, I wish I had an angel</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Driving the unimog&lt;br /&gt;Get scraed, crash it into a fountian outside a military/government building&lt;br /&gt;have to go in and do some tests, shooting things and such&lt;br /&gt;my exam isnt the same as every one elses.. intentionally making me fail&lt;br /&gt;For judgement anubis, osiris, ra, and sakhemet all convene, saying that we are free&lt;br /&gt;accept for branan who pushed to hard. Because of his dangerous attitude today me and my training he was turned to stone and crumbled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scary, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something tells me Braden is behind this dream.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:misssagiramouse:49373</id>
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    <title>misssagiramouse @ 2009-09-07T20:49:00</title>
    <published>2009-09-08T00:49:38Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-08T00:49:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;I haven&amp;rsquo;t written a poem in close to five years.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;I haven&amp;rsquo;t had a reason to give in to my fears&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;And sense then I&amp;rsquo;ve learned a lot about my piers&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Good things and bad&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Touching and sad&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;But most of all I&amp;rsquo;ve realized&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;I can&amp;rsquo;t move on until I step back, and I can&amp;rsquo;t step back without opening the door&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;The door down deep, in the dark side of me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Hidden away for no one to see&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Forgive me for the teenager in me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;And allow me to tell you what&amp;rsquo;s there to see&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;There&amp;rsquo;s the dark love with brooding eyes that made me hunger&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;There&amp;rsquo;s the man who hurt me when I was younger&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;The father I don&amp;rsquo;t know&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;The father I was given&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;And the father took from me by time, age and a failing heart.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;I consent that you may see; the turmoil bubbling up in me over the lack of pride my family has in me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;I wonder now as I did then, is there such a thing as a real friend?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Are they there for some unseen gain? Why is it that so often they cause you pain?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;And why is it the ones who are true, you can not be true to?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;What makes a man? What makes him weak, what makes him strong, what makes him tattoo him self because he knows not the beauty of his own skin? What makes him love every woman that he meets until his love is stretched to thin?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;What makes us hurt the ones we love?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;What makes us wonder what we should have done?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;What makes us wonder what we could have done?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;And Why?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>misssagiramouse @ 2009-08-31T09:15:00</title>
    <published>2009-08-31T13:22:09Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-31T13:22:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I was walking around my school, my old school but it was different, everything was changed. I met this irl, she was adorable and young and she had trouble with her legs. I had to help her down the many stairs in our school. She wasnt part of that school. Then I walked into the main hall by where the office was and Drace was there... and he was handing me the girls charactersheet... like he'd made her...&amp;nbsp; Weird.</content>
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    <title>misssagiramouse @ 2009-07-21T15:31:00</title>
    <published>2009-07-21T19:32:11Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-21T19:32:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm going to Kansas</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:misssagiramouse:48477</id>
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    <title>My new thought</title>
    <published>2009-07-10T18:54:02Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-10T18:54:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Favors are worth their weight in gold. &lt;br /&gt;Money is worth its weight in bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you lend money to people you get drama trying to get it back.&lt;br /&gt;When you lend time, or help... an IOU is formed. They feel they need to assist you. Those IOUs are damn handy. As such, Favors give you gold, giving money gives you bull shit</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:misssagiramouse:48230</id>
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    <title>misssagiramouse @ 2009-07-09T12:30:00</title>
    <published>2009-07-09T16:31:11Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-09T16:31:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Yoga and kick boxing&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a work out&lt;br /&gt;Couldnt finish either video, but i did the first half of both ontop of my other stuff. Holy balls i'm pouring sweat. Hopefully the rain stops soon and i can jog. I hate jogging.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:misssagiramouse:48009</id>
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    <title>I just cant chase you from my mind.</title>
    <published>2009-07-07T05:23:07Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-07T05:23:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I've still got your face&lt;br /&gt;Painted on my heart&lt;br /&gt;Scrawled upon my soul&lt;br /&gt;Etched upon my memory baby&lt;br /&gt;I've got your kiss&lt;br /&gt;Still burning on my lips&lt;br /&gt;The touch of your fingertips&lt;br /&gt;This love so deep inside of me, baby</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:misssagiramouse:47749</id>
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    <title>For those of you who dont believe me when i say i use to be one of those girls.</title>
    <published>2009-07-05T23:43:57Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-05T23:43:57Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Something dark and prooding... like Toby Keith. :-p</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;img alt="" src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c201/MissSagiraMouse/IMAGE009.jpg" /&gt;Note the bags under the eyes from living mostly at night. Grant it I was having sex with a fine piece of dark and prooding ass the night before this picture was taken.&amp;nbsp; Note the just barely there but not really smile. The slight head turn... oh yes.. I was one of those girls. &lt;br /&gt;Darkmoon copper taste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fire red, bloodmoon full.&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dark moon, copper taste&lt;br /&gt;tooth and claw on soft cream flesh&lt;br /&gt;sweet dark moon copper taste&lt;br /&gt;Toung one soft silky skin&lt;br /&gt;sweet dark moon, copper taste&lt;br /&gt;innocent angel, fallen from grace.&lt;br /&gt;sweet dark moon, copper taste&lt;br /&gt;desire upon innocent face&lt;br /&gt;sweet dark moon, copper taste&lt;br /&gt;- Shadowfox (Brittanyann Walsh)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Depressing poetry, written in 02. &lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:misssagiramouse:47578</id>
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    <title>misssagiramouse @ 2009-06-25T20:37:00</title>
    <published>2009-06-26T02:01:59Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-26T02:01:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img align="top" alt="" src="http://misssagiramouse.deviantart.com/art/Braden-127133186" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0000ff"&gt;Sagira stepped with bare feet through the fog thick forest. Her heart beat like a drum of emotion, energy, and power. Warmth around her was exotic to her senses. Temptation broiled her soul and her hungered eyes scanned the thickly treed area. Passion so long left from her returned in what seemed like an eternal instant when he came into view. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0000ff"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0000ff"&gt;This misty spirit rose from the fog covered ground and blinked at her with eyes of fire-red. The wolf shaped specter came ever closer and soon he stood before her. Some where between where he&amp;rsquo;d been and where he was now he took the shape of a man. Caramel flesh stretched over muscle and bone. His eyes were warm dark chocolate in almond shaped sockets.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0000ff"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0000ff"&gt;His hand came to touch her cheek, setting her skin on fire when he did.&amp;nbsp;He had carpenter&amp;rsquo;s hands, rough and strong.&amp;nbsp;She leaned into his touch allowing him to keep her from the world, begging him to stay ever after and no matter what any one else wanted from them. It hurt, it broke her inside, this want, this addiction that faked love in her heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0000ff"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0000ff"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0000ff"&gt;His hands trailed and her fingers raked his thick black hair back to look into his eyes. Sapphire met chocolate. Hunger feasted upon lust that could not sate it.&amp;nbsp;A glint of silver caught her eyes and she lowered them to his neck. Broken hearted, she watched as the silver chained collar bit into his skin; his mistress called for him and he would answer.&amp;nbsp;Disappearing as quickly as he&amp;rsquo;d come, leaving her alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0000ff"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0000ff"&gt;Sagira fell to her knees when he was gone. She touched her cheek where his hand had been, wanting desperately to feel him for a moment more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>misssagiramouse @ 2009-06-20T19:15:00</title>
    <published>2009-06-20T23:16:08Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-20T23:16:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Last night, I caught my unicorn</content>
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    <title>Two Doves</title>
    <published>2009-06-12T20:02:16Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-12T20:02:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I saw her first this morning. A ring neck dove, laying in Chloe's pitcher plant. I watched her through the window, and she watched me. She relaxed and started to move straw around in the hanging planter. Another came every few minutes with new straw. Chloe tried to shoo them away, but it didnt work. They continue to return.&amp;nbsp; It makes me smile, even though Chloe is going to move the plant inside. I liked the birds. They look so peaceful, setting up their home.</content>
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    <title> words to live by.</title>
    <published>2009-06-05T03:38:40Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-05T03:38:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;Let folks go honey. Some people come into your life for a lifetime, and some come for a season. You got to know which is which. And you�re gonna always mess up when you mix them Seasonal People up with Lifetime expectations. There are people that went and got married to someone they were only supposed to be with for a season. And they wonder why they have so much hell in they�re life. That was a person who was supposed to come and teach them one thing, they didn�t know so they fell in �love� and now they wonder why they have no peace nowhere they go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen, I put everybody that comes into my life in the category of a tree. Some people, are like leaves on a tree: the wind blow, they�re over here. They�re unstable. The wind blow, they over there. The weather changes, they wither up and die � they�re gone. And that�s alright. That�s some people; most people in the world are like that, they�re just there to take from the tree. That�s all they do, take from the tree and give shade now and again. That�s all they can do. But don�t get mad at people like that, that�s who they are, they�ll never be anything but a leaf. That�s what they were put on this earth to be � a leaf. Some people, are like a branch on that tree. You gotta be careful with them branches too, because they�ll fool you. They�ll get there and make you think they�re a good friend and that they�re strong, but the minute you step out there on them? They�ll break and &lt;a class="treatmentlink" title="Learn more about Leave" href="http://www.dailystrength.org/treatments/Leave"&gt;&lt;font color="#018701"&gt;leave&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; you high and dry. But if you find you two or three people in your life that are like the roots at the bottom of that tree? You are truly blessed �cause them the kind of people that ain�t going NO WHERE. They ain�t worried about being seen, don�t nobody have to know that they know you, they ain�t got to know what they�re doing for you, but if those roots weren�t there that tree couldn�t live. You understand? A tree can have a hundred million branches, but only a few roots down at the bottom to make sure it gets everything it needs. I�m telling you honey, when you get you some roots, hold on to them. The rest of �em? Just let them go. Let folks go. &lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>My Dream House.</title>
    <published>2009-05-13T14:23:10Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-13T14:23:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p style="text-align: center"&gt;A house is where you sleep at night&lt;br /&gt;A house is where you your protected&lt;br /&gt;but a house only has a hearth&lt;br /&gt;when your heart is where your home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If only one thing has remained the same for me in my adult life, its the need for less. In ways I'm sure I can blame some one, some family member or overly greeny friend some where for this, but deep down its always been a dream of mine to less waist.&amp;nbsp; Three years ago I had an apartment. It wasnt a bad place, a 1000 square feet or so, no mansion or upscale condo by any means of the word. Of that 1000 supposed footage, I only used three rooms, two if you consider that my bathroom was part of my bedroom.&amp;nbsp; Then there was the kitchen, whih if two people stood side by side, you blocked most of the kitchen from any sort of use any way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, ever sense I turned 18, and even in some ways before then, I knew, with great clarity that I didnt need a large space. Then I found them. Beautiful homes of 800 square or less, and of them, I found her.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The Lusby. &lt;a href="http://www.tumbleweedhouses.com/houses/lusby/"&gt;http://www.tumbleweedhouses.com/houses/lusby/&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; This house has haunted my wants for over three years. Its design is amazingly simple.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I'd likely make it another 200 squarefeet larger, and make the less of a slope to give me more room up stairs but still, well under the 1000 square feet that I'd lived in in my apartment.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman named Dee Williams did something like this, her space is much smaller though, I can be small but I doubt I could go 87 square feet. yikes. Plus her desighn lacks a shower.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could get some land, get this house, and live with little pestering from people unless I wanted to be. This sounds like a dream.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I do plan to have my little house.. one day..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Mouse Wrecks</title>
    <published>2009-05-12T22:49:57Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-12T22:49:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I got into a car crash.. the only things hurt are my pride and the grill of my delta..</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:misssagiramouse:45830</id>
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    <title>misssagiramouse @ 2009-04-14T20:06:00</title>
    <published>2009-04-15T00:07:17Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-15T00:07:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Oh My God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been to the gym three times this week, I've ran, sat up, pushed up, cardioed and all around been kicking my self into better, fitter, healthier shape...&amp;nbsp; fucking ouch.</content>
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    <title>Me and Chritianity.</title>
    <published>2009-04-12T21:22:37Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-12T21:22:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Oooohkay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go&lt;br /&gt;The big one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've desided, that I am going to become christian. Wait, you knew that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres the sich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which breed of christian?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They seem to be as different as coats of fur on dogs. Theres no right or wrong one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I am very curious about mormanism, but the others dont strike me the same way. (mormanism makes alot more sense then people actually think, and no, they do not wear funny undies or have many many wives. Those crazies were banned from the church. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so, Thats where I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still dont under stand how histories first zombie, chocolate bunnies, and eggs come together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh if you ever want to hear a great movie, theres one about an immortal cave man. Its and indie film but its really one to make you think. I'll try to remember the name of it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to eat ham with grandma now. &lt;br /&gt;See ya</content>
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    <title>misssagiramouse @ 2009-04-04T09:00:00</title>
    <published>2009-04-04T13:01:43Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://d.furaffinity.net/art/misssagiramouse/1238821215.half.misssagiramouse_ghostbackround-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ghost.&lt;br /&gt;Do ya like it?&lt;br /&gt;Little dark for me, but, there ya go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to the renfair.</content>
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    <title>Let them have Cake, and I'll throw my tea.</title>
    <published>2009-03-29T11:10:27Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-29T11:10:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It starts with four word. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four&lt;br /&gt;Little&lt;br /&gt;Words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Civilian:&amp;nbsp; &amp;ndash;noun &lt;div class="body"&gt;&lt;div class="pbk"&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="35" class="dnindex"&gt;1.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;a person who is not on active duty with a military, naval, police, or fire fighting organization.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="35" class="dnindex"&gt;2.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="labset"&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;Informal&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;anyone regarded by members of a profession, interest group, society, etc., as not belonging; nonprofessional; outsider: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;We need a producer to run the movie studio, not some civilian from the business world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="35" class="dnindex"&gt;3.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;a person versed in or studying Roman or civil law.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span class="pg"&gt;&amp;ndash;adjective &lt;/span&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="35" class="dnindex"&gt;4.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;of, pertaining to, formed by, or administered by civilians.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="tail"&gt;&lt;hr class="ety" /&gt; &lt;div class="ety"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Origin: &lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="rom-inline"&gt;1350&amp;ndash;1400; &lt;/span&gt;ME: student of civil law &amp;lt; OF &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;civilien&lt;/span&gt; (adj.); &lt;span&gt;see &lt;a style="font-variant: small-caps;" href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=civil&amp;amp;db=luna"&gt;civil&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a style="font-variant: small-caps;" href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=-ian&amp;amp;db=luna"&gt;-ian&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://cache.lexico.com/dictionary/graphics/luna/thinsp.png" class="luna-Img" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;National:&amp;nbsp; &amp;ndash;adjective &lt;div class="body"&gt;&lt;div class="pbk"&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="35" class="dnindex"&gt;1.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;of, pertaining to, or maintained by a nation as an organized whole or independent political unit: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;national affairs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="35" class="dnindex"&gt;2.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;owned, preserved, or maintained by the federal government: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;a national wildlife refuge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="35" class="dnindex"&gt;3.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;peculiar or common to the whole people of a country: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;national customs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="35" class="dnindex"&gt;4.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;devoted to one's own nation, its interests, etc.; patriotic: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;to stir up national pride. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="35" class="dnindex"&gt;5.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;a style="font-variant: small-caps;" href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=nationalist&amp;amp;db=luna"&gt;nationalist.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="35" class="dnindex"&gt;6.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;concerning or encompassing an entire nation: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;a national radio network. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="35" class="dnindex"&gt;7.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;limited to one nation.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="pbk"&gt;&lt;span class="pg"&gt;&amp;ndash;noun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="35" class="dnindex"&gt;8.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;a citizen or subject of a particular nation who is entitled to its protection: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;U.S. nationals living abroad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="35" class="dnindex"&gt;9.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="var"&gt;Often, &lt;span class="indefinitionword"&gt;nationals.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;a national competition, tournament, or the like: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;We're invited to Minneapolis for the nationals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="35" class="dnindex"&gt;10.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;a national company or organization.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;hr class="ety" /&gt; &lt;div class="ety"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Origin: &lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="rom-inline"&gt;1590&amp;ndash;1600; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;a style="font-variant: small-caps;" href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=nation&amp;amp;db=luna"&gt;nation&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;+ &lt;span&gt; &lt;a style="font-variant: small-caps;" href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=-al&amp;amp;db=luna"&gt;-al&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="x"&gt; &lt;sup&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://cache.lexico.com/dictionary/graphics/luna/thinsp.png" class="luna-Img" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Security: &amp;nbsp; &amp;ndash;noun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="pbk"&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="35" class="dnindex"&gt;1.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;freedom from danger, risk, etc.; safety.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="35" class="dnindex"&gt;2.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;freedom from care, anxiety, or doubt; well-founded confidence.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="35" class="dnindex"&gt;3.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;something that secures or makes safe; protection; defense.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="35" class="dnindex"&gt;4.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;freedom from financial cares or from want: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;The insurance policy gave the family security. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="35" class="dnindex"&gt;5.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;precautions taken to guard against crime, attack, sabotage, espionage, etc.: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;The senator claimed security was lax and potential enemies know our plans. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="35" class="dnindex"&gt;6.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;a department or organization responsible for protection or safety: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;He called security when he spotted the intruder. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="35" class="dnindex"&gt;7.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;protection or precautions taken against escape; custody: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;The dangerous criminal was placed under maximum security. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="35" class="dnindex"&gt;8.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;an assurance; guarantee.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="35" class="dnindex"&gt;9.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="labset"&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;Law&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="25" class="dnindex"&gt;a.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;something given or deposited as surety for the fulfillment of a promise or an obligation, the payment of a debt, etc.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="25" class="dnindex"&gt;b.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;one who becomes surety for another.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="35" class="dnindex"&gt;10.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;an evidence of debt or of property, as a bond or a certificate of stock.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="35" class="dnindex"&gt;11.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="var"&gt;Usually, &lt;span class="indefinitionword"&gt;securities.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;stocks and bonds.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="35" class="dnindex"&gt;12.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="labset"&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;Archaic&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;overconfidence; cockiness.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span class="pg"&gt;&amp;ndash;adjective &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="35" class="dnindex"&gt;13.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;of, pertaining to, or serving as security: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;The company has instituted stricter security measures. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Force:&amp;nbsp; &amp;ndash;noun &lt;div class="body"&gt;&lt;div class="pbk"&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="35" class="dnindex"&gt;1.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;physical power or strength possessed by a living being: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;He used all his force in opening the window. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="35" class="dnindex"&gt;2.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;strength or power exerted upon an object; physical coercion; violence: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;to use force to open the window; to use force on a person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="35" class="dnindex"&gt;3.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;strength; energy; power; intensity: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;a personality of great force. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="35" class="dnindex"&gt;4.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;power to influence, affect, or control; efficacious power: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;the force of circumstances; a force for law and order. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="35" class="dnindex"&gt;5.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="labset"&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;Law&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;unlawful violence threatened or committed against persons or property.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="35" class="dnindex"&gt;6.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;persuasive power; power to convince: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;They felt the force of his arguments. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="35" class="dnindex"&gt;7.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;mental or moral strength: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;force of character. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="35" class="dnindex"&gt;8.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;might, as of a ruler or realm; strength for war.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="35" class="dnindex"&gt;9.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="var"&gt;Often, &lt;span class="indefinitionword"&gt;forces.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;the military or fighting strength, esp. of a nation.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="35" class="dnindex"&gt;10.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;any body of persons combined for joint action: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;a sales force. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="35" class="dnindex"&gt;11.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;intensity or strength of effect: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;the force of her acting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="35" class="dnindex"&gt;12.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="labset"&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;Physics&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="25" class="dnindex"&gt;a.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;an influence on a body or system, producing or tending to produce a change in movement or in shape or other effects.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="25" class="dnindex"&gt;b.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;the intensity of such an influence. &lt;span class="labset"&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;Symbol:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;F, f&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="35" class="dnindex"&gt;13.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;any influence or agency analogous to physical force: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;social forces. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="35" class="dnindex"&gt;14.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;binding power, as of a contract.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="35" class="dnindex"&gt;15.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="labset"&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;Baseball&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;a style="font-variant: small-caps;" href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=force%20play&amp;amp;db=luna"&gt;force play.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="35" class="dnindex"&gt;16.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;value; significance; meaning.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="35" class="dnindex"&gt;17.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="labset"&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;Billiards&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;a stroke in which the cue ball is forcibly struck directly below the center in such a manner as to cause it to stop abruptly, bound back, or roll off to one side after hitting the object ball.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="pbk"&gt;&lt;span class="pg"&gt;&amp;ndash;verb (used with object) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="35" class="dnindex"&gt;18.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;to compel, constrain, or oblige (oneself or someone) to do something: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;to force a suspect to confess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="35" class="dnindex"&gt;19.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;to drive or propel against resistance: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;He forced his way through the crowd. They forced air into his lungs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="35" class="dnindex"&gt;20.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;to bring about or effect by force.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="35" class="dnindex"&gt;21.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;to bring about of necessity or as a necessary result: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;to force a smile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="35" class="dnindex"&gt;22.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;to put or impose (something or someone) forcibly on or upon a person: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;to force one's opinions on others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="35" class="dnindex"&gt;23.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;to compel by force; overcome the resistance of: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;to force acceptance of something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="35" class="dnindex"&gt;24.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;to obtain or draw forth by or as if by force; extort: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;to force a confession. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="35" class="dnindex"&gt;25.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;to enter or take by force; overpower: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;They forced the town after a long siege. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="35" class="dnindex"&gt;26.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;to break open (a door, lock, etc.).&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="35" class="dnindex"&gt;27.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;to cause (plants, fruits, etc.) to grow or mature at an increased rate by artificial means.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="35" class="dnindex"&gt;28.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;to press, urge, or exert (an animal, person, etc.) to violent effort or to the utmost.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="35" class="dnindex"&gt;29.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;to use force upon.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="35" class="dnindex"&gt;30.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;to rape.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="35" class="dnindex"&gt;31.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="labset"&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;Baseball&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="25" class="dnindex"&gt;a.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;to cause (a base runner) to be put out by obliging the runner, as by a ground ball, to vacate a base and attempt to move to the next base in order to make room for another runner or the batter.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="25" class="dnindex"&gt;b.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;to cause (a base runner or run) to score, as by walking a batter with the bases full (often fol. by &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="35" class="dnindex"&gt;32.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="labset"&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;Cards&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="25" class="dnindex"&gt;a.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;to compel (a player) to trump by leading a suit of which the player has no cards.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="25" class="dnindex"&gt;b.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;to compel a player to play (a particular card).&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="25" class="dnindex"&gt;c.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;to compel (a player) to play so as to make known the strength of the hand.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="35" class="dnindex"&gt;33.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="labset"&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;Photography&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="25" class="dnindex"&gt;a.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;to develop (a print or negative) for longer than usual in order to increase density or bring out details.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="25" class="dnindex"&gt;b.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;to bring out underexposed parts of (a print or negative) by adding alkali to the developer.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="35" class="dnindex"&gt;34.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="labset"&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;Archaic&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;to give force to; strengthen; reinforce.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="pbk"&gt;&lt;span class="pg"&gt;&amp;ndash;verb (used without object) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="35" class="dnindex"&gt;35.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;to make one's way by force.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="sectionLabel"&gt;&amp;mdash;Idiom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="35" class="dnindex"&gt;36.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="secondary-bf"&gt;in force, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="25" class="dnindex"&gt;a.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;in operation; effective: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;This ancient rule is no longer in force. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="25" class="dnindex"&gt;b.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;in large numbers; at full strength: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;They attacked in force. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;hr class="ety" /&gt; &lt;div class="ety"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Origin: &lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="rom-inline"&gt;1250&amp;ndash;1300; &lt;/span&gt;(n.) ME &amp;lt; MF &amp;lt; VL &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;*fortia,&lt;/span&gt; deriv. of L &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;fortis&lt;/span&gt; strong; (v.) ME &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;forcen&lt;/span&gt; &amp;lt; AF, OF &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;forcer,&lt;/span&gt; deriv. of the n.&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://cache.lexico.com/dictionary/graphics/luna/thinsp.png" class="luna-Img" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who are to.. scared or glazed over by the lofty ideals of change. Look away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Civilian National Security Force. On their own, these words are strong enough. Put them together and you have big brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The country is holding Tea parties all over again and we are all to blind to see it. God help us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the military is doing riot training drills.. you know there is a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats worse, I know I wont be on the same side as my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Civil-Revalution is coming.&lt;br /&gt;We the people, are pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Bingo</title>
    <published>2009-03-17T11:10:23Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-17T11:10:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">You can blame your mother your father, the environment, the government, not having money.... but that doesnt make the problems go away</content>
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    <title>My life for the next few months</title>
    <published>2009-03-13T21:51:58Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-13T21:51:58Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Stricken</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Push ups, Sit ups: 5 times, three times a day. &lt;br /&gt;Run: Once a day&lt;br /&gt;Walk:Once a day&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Schoolwork: One book per week. Should finish in thirteen weeks, IF I can keep up that pase. I'm guessing maybe around 20 weeks to give my self extra time in case of illness or death. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art: Every day for an hour. Work on one picture, Or Create a new picture. Scan and Upload something new. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekends, I only have to do the physical and art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get I think an hour of play of my choosing...&amp;nbsp; I guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats kinda what she has put me at.. but.. I really dont think we have finalized it yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL get to where I want to be. Even if it takes blood sweat and tears to get there..&amp;nbsp; God damn this will suck.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Mai is the daughter of a city king named Vaughn. Here she faces off with him.</title>
    <published>2009-03-13T11:00:00Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-13T11:00:00Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Stricken</lj:music>
    <content type="html">The city of her birth in ruins. Her piraes ransacked the world once her's. She, and the elder kitsune, the father she loathed stood facing each other. The fox fire swirled his tails. &amp;quot;Is this what you wanted your freedom for, Mai?&amp;quot; She heard something in her father's voice that she'd never yet heard. Her lone tail twitched with agitation and a growl went across her face. &amp;quot;You've stolen from our allies, and our enemies alike. You betray me, you break your mother's heart... for what? Your pride?&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mai knew her father, he was older but no less strong. He wouldnt attack her unless she tried to attack him first.&amp;nbsp; He was just that way, old age made him more calculated than openly aggresive. &amp;quot;No, not pride...&amp;quot; Her voice was as strong as a girl facing the first man she'd ever known or loved in a fight could be. &amp;quot;You... Your pride. Thats why I am doing this.&amp;quot; They gave each other the same look. &amp;quot;My pride.&amp;quot; Her father said in disbelief. &amp;quot;You care more for this stupid city... Your Bazaar and your Harem than you ever did about my mother, my sisters, and thats not even beginning to explain the many times I've seen you look at my brother as though you could have killed him in his sleep!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vaughn's face turned to shock. For the first time in many years his whole body seemed to resinate disbelief. &amp;quot;That is what this is about?! Your god damned daddy issues?!&amp;quot; He screamed and the fire around his tails flared. &amp;quot;You dont think I loved you?! You rediculous girl! Your mother is a slave.&amp;quot; A step forward with each word. &amp;quot;You are a slave. You and your sister were born in the collar and yet, you were given the best! I could have sold you away at birth, I didnt. You could have been some man's whore, but I knew how much it would rip your mother's heart out.&amp;quot; The suddle twitch when he said mother, she saw something there, a lingering thought, had he meant to say Our hearts? His and her mothers? Mai refused to hope for such things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;I made sure that you and I had time together, and I made sure you had the best of everything from a young age. You showed that you wanted to learn the fighting styles, I understood, though I did not like the choice there was nothing I could do to stop Master Landis from taking you away from me.&amp;quot; Mai listened with disbelief. Her father was in arms reach now, and she didnt back away. His eyes held something, the fox fire was gone. &amp;quot;It was only to keep this...&amp;quot; He motioned to the burning buildings around them. &amp;quot;From happening. It was only my position that kept me firm. I couldnt show weakness to you, or to your sister. I couldnt allow the other slaves to begin an uprising. If I am good to one, I have to be good to all.&amp;quot; He was as close as they could get now. Her short, thin frame cenimeters from him. He's lean down, and whisper in to her ear. &amp;quot;I love you, your sister, and your mother more than I will ever be allowed to say.&amp;quot; Her heart shuddered, she'd never heard him say love to any one before. &amp;quot;But I must stay firm.&amp;quot; She didnt have enough time to counter the punch that took the wind out of her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She collapsed to the ground, her father's figure above her, the city of her birth on fire. How did she get here? How did things go so poorly. The first desert scurge stood above the second. Watching her eyes as she tried to find breath. When her eyes closed. She would be lifted and taken to the jail. She'd be put on trial for treason. Her father, would have to watch his baby girl hang for her misjudgements.</content>
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    <title>If Eddy Ruled the world.</title>
    <published>2009-03-08T20:48:27Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-08T20:48:27Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Chloe's bitchery</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I ruled the wolrd.... Hmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obama wouldnt be here. For one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For two... After highschool every... FOR&amp;nbsp;THE&amp;nbsp;LOVE&amp;nbsp;OF&amp;nbsp;GOD&amp;nbsp;WHAT?! :Looks at Chloe: &amp;quot;I'm horny&amp;quot; Chloe says.&amp;nbsp; &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP&amp;nbsp;TAPPING&amp;nbsp;THE&amp;nbsp;CHAIR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe gives innocent smile.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well.. fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......Due to..&amp;nbsp; wrapped around finger syndrome, this will now be called&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;If Chloe Ruled the world.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;number two: After highschool, every person must join a branch of military for the time it takes them to finish school. This will imrpove character.. and help in wartime situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flower people will be shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;surviors will be shot twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant make a single god damn entry without tight ass here jumping up and down about doing something else.. *growls* Alright.. this will continue later.. god damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck off.. this will not be retyped. They will know your evil. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eddy&lt;br /&gt;Out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Comic Ideas.</title>
    <published>2009-03-02T20:01:11Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-02T20:01:11Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Jimmy Buffet.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I have had a few comic ideas I've been working on. I cant pinpoint which one I really like enough to stay with. Here are the ideas. Give me some input guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Witch Girl MagiMagi:&lt;br /&gt;Every one has heard of a magical girl series at one time or another. This is mine. &lt;br /&gt;The story starts out with Farron, the main Character and our heroin doing a special spell to bring to her, the familure to help her on her many adventures in witchcraft. When the magical herb smoke makes her sneeze, the spell ges array and her laptop is hit with the magic.&amp;nbsp; The computer morphs into an android bunny girl. Farron tells her to turn back but the little pink haired red eyed rabbit girl refuses. She begs to stay Farrons familure and Farron agrees because she feels bad for the laptop.&amp;nbsp; (still trying to figure out a name for the android)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farron uses her junior spells to help her prehighschool friends in any way she can. She has a secret crush on a highschooler named Sephen, who is actually the god of Chaos 'Set' in human form.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farron has many western style witch powers. She rides a broom and can cast charms and small spells.&amp;nbsp; She uses Neith's Crystal star to activate her true powers though and fight off the evil beings from the underground.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(This was meant to be a joke, but the more I developed the charas, the more I found I liked the idea.&amp;nbsp; Farron also comes in contact with a Eastern Kitsune who is trapped in the human body of a girl names Ummi.&amp;nbsp; Farron is jealous of Ummi's seemingly unlimited power, and Ummi is jealous of Farron's freedom. )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Northwind:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This follows a slightly gorean or fencer of minerva story line. Edward a retired captian and lord of manner northwind picks up an abused slave in a slave market. This follows the retraining of Chloe (his new slave) and the jealousy of one of his other girls. This story is very sexually oriented and deals with a great deal more adult issues than the others. Its set in a past setting. A mix of greek/roman and norse history would give you an idea for characters.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chloe gets into trouble quite often because of Lilly ( A slave Edward took in before joining the royal military.) Lilly wants Edward all for her self and is dangeriously jealous of the other girls.&amp;nbsp; Daisy is the youngest of his slaves and I wanted her to show that though he is a master he still has a heart. A younger girl, Chloe assumes that he beds the child and in a ft of rage tries to attack him when she sees them playing in a hot spring.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This comic is more of a 'dont judge by first sights' Nothing in it is what it seems at first glance. Alot of life lessons to be learned by Chloe and other characters alike in this one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tarpon Springs Life:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A modern, furry slice of life. Set in Tarpon Springs Florida. &amp;quot;Its sort of like Key West, Only not really&amp;quot; As Coyote calls it. This one brings back old friends, including some of you guys here, and some new friends. Follow Sagira who, after leaving her mob family's line of work, goes to tarpon springs to get away from it all.&amp;nbsp;Aspiring to be an artist she works as a waitress at Miss Vickie's a ocean side bar and grill where she meets the mysteriously unmysterious Coyote. A heavy drinking, womanizing, absolutely annoying male whom she just cant help but fall for.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vicki:Tarpon springs, the only place you'll see a SUI.&lt;br /&gt;Sagira: Whats an SUI?&lt;br /&gt;Vicki points out at Coyote on a pair of roller blades being pushed into a cop car.: Skating under the influence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a Jimmy Buffet/Toby Keith/Kenny Chesney sort of feel, TSL is meant to be the redneck beach bum straw cowboy hat and a rum and coke sort of vibe. The characters are all friendly and jovial with their own dark pasts that they've come to Tarpon Springs to leave behind.&amp;nbsp; Some darker story lines but for the most part very light and airy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DaddyRabbit: Eh Ya mooch you don no nottin bout nottin.&lt;br /&gt;1 eyed John: Says who?! Least I dun get my ear shot off.&lt;br /&gt;TyeDye Jack: Shut up da bof o' yous and deal da cards! &lt;br /&gt;Sagira: Can I get you gentlemen another helping of tapiyoka pudding?&lt;br /&gt;All Three: Tanks Dame. Your da bes.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;(A last word from the resident elderly good fellas.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tarpon Springs: Key West with a funeral home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch out for MerVixens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do you think? Questions, Comments? How about from our Own manga buff Miss Aloe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>misssagiramouse @ 2009-03-01T16:51:00</title>
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    <lj:music>Ten thousand fists</lj:music>
    <content type="html">When I woke up this morning I did not want to be sick, but I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a killer head cold, the likes of which I have never known. Words can not do justice to this, horrible pain.&lt;br /&gt;My nose is running, my throat itches.. my head is compressing against my skull and whats worse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My reeses pieces have gone bad. I didnt know they could, but apperently they do. How do I know? Found a bug in one. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a grand total of like five something I think at the fleamarket this week. Not bad considering I wasnt expecting it at all. I cant wait until I can give up the fleamarkets and be on a ship three months at a time. Completely away from my family for three months... what a joy, even if I am on a ship with a bunch of other people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd miss&amp;nbsp;Branan more than I can say, and that would suck. Other wise, it would be awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found I have a rather dominant streak lately. I can be rather vicious. I'm amazed.</content>
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