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  <title>Humanity Aversion.</title>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 20 Jul 2005 08:16:22 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>No job.</title>
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  <description>Didn&apos;t get the job. Stupid people said I wasn&apos;t &apos;ethusiastic&apos; enough about working for telecom. I don&apos;t know how much more enthuastic I need to be to win people over, I was smiling the whole time, raving about how great a job it would be and always replying with quick, well thought out responses. I put it down to my shyness and nervousness above all else, but again in the back of my mind is the lingering thought of that they denied me because of the way I look. I would love to meet the other applicants and see how picture perfect they really were, because if there was ever an interview in my life that I thought I did extremely well at, It was this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note a friend of mine may be passing my cv onto his employer, which helps the morale a smidgeon, but i&apos;m sure as hell not preparing as much as I did for the last one to walk away empty handed.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 19 Jul 2005 04:56:29 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Jobs jobs jobs.</title>
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  <description>Greetings and salutations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After endless months of being a bum and sitting around doin a whole bunch of sweet fuck all, it has been decided that I should get off my ass and get a job. So that commenced yesterday with an employment agency, and advanced today into a full fledged interview. One hour of pure interviewing goodness, Oh dear did I say goodness? I meant PURE HELL. I have the feeling it went very well, and I passed with flying colors, but contradicting that was the fact it was apparent they disapproved of my piercings, even though all the jewellery was pretty much removed and all that was holding them together was barbells. So anyway, they said they&apos;d get back to me tommorow and let me know how things went, as they had a few more existing interviews to conduct for the remainder of the day. I will post what happens ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh... Some poetry to end the post I spose, along with the announcement I hit level 50 with my Night Elf Warrior in World of Warcraft! Go Meeeee!! WOOP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is called buried underneath...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death comes to those who wait, spiralling bodies concerned with fate.&lt;br /&gt;Prick your finger, does it hurt? I fill my head with dreams of dirt.&lt;br /&gt;Buried many feet below, windows open, not fast not slow.&lt;br /&gt;Wicked thoughts of tricky lies, my eyes are not the ones that spy.&lt;br /&gt;My mind recoils like a snake, I pray to him my soul he&apos;ll take.&lt;br /&gt;Mince it up, grind it nice, parasitic nympho lice.&lt;br /&gt;In my veins and in my hair, feasting on me unaware.&lt;br /&gt;Corruption coursing through my system, I tried to talk they wouldn&apos;t listen.&lt;br /&gt;Dismal perceptions of lifes mistakes, filled wall to wall with masks and fakes.&lt;br /&gt;Shadows fall and daemons wait, they sit and stalk, they&apos;re never late.&lt;br /&gt;Disaster ensues, of course I pursue, too many fakes that hide what&apos;s true.&lt;br /&gt;All alone again is me, buried underneath a tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoyed it, until next time.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 02 May 2005 04:32:42 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Money money money.</title>
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  <description>Looks like all the final paperwork for my benefit application have finally gone through. Now they can actually start evaluating if I am going to get the benefit or not. Yay for me. Looks like I may be a rich man by the end of the week assuming they backpay me correctly, but knowing them they&apos;ll fuck it up as per usual. This marks the beginning of my arduous journey through becoming a human pin cushion. At the moment i&apos;m wanting three more piercings in my bottom lip, maybe one in the top lip, my septim and 5 in each year. Oh joyous occasion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can also start contemplating starting up my own enterprise *touches nose* I will make money. Me promises. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm the possibilities.</description>
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  <lj:music>From Autumn To Ashes - The After Dinner Payback</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 28 Apr 2005 09:20:02 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Shit goes down.</title>
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  <description>I&apos;ve been writing a short story, it&apos;s about what I want to do to a certain special someone, and I thought i&apos;d post it up here for all to see. In reality i&apos;m a sad twisted little boy and I just need a hug. Other than that i&apos;m an obsessive freak with not alot else to do. You see I spend most of my time on the internet chatting to my friends with the odd bit of self realization and spritual discovery, which I guess *shrugs* is a good thing. Anyhows, on with the show and a little bit of my creativity for you all to enjoy, or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kidnapping - By Humanity Aversion aka Tyler B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled. I had finally accomplished what I had set out to do. This was to be a marvellous night indeed. Everything had gone according to plan, everything precise, exact... Perfect. It hadn&apos;t taken long to persuede her back to my place, after a few cocktails of course. Pina coladas work wonders. She&apos;d been just another single white female, looking to get lucky after breaking up with her boyfriend. She had explained to me how all her friends had told her to go and have a good night out, I had offered my services with a cheesy smile and a few tried and true pickup lines and she fell for it. Now she was in my boot, gagged and tied, unaware of her grisly fate. I licked my lips with excitement, I could almost taste her fear, and could definitely see it. It was late and the only thing that lit the dim streets was the flourescent glow of the streetlights. Noone would see anything. I picked her up and hastily carried her to the old garage out the back of my house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pushed open the rusty unlocked door and laughed under my breath. No hitches. I had set everything up before I left that evening, on a small wooden table to my left was an assortment of bladed instruments and sharp objects. I put her down on the stretcher on my right side, she was just a perfect height. I had always told myself had I ever got the guts to do this I would let the victim know what was about to happen to them. &quot;Yvonne. It is your time to go, as I have forseen it&quot;&lt;br /&gt;I passed her the tape recorder I had purchased earlier from the local electronics specialist and told her to put any last wishes on the tape and it would be delivered to her next of kin, if she wanted me to. I took the damp rag out of her mouth, pressed record, and gave her a chance to speak. She screamed hopelessly before I landed one across her jaw and jammed the rag back in her mouth. Stupid girl, now her family won&apos;t know a thing. No matter, I won&apos;t let it hinder my night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so I don&apos;t know if i&apos;ll complete this, it kinda puts me in a downward spiral of hate and despair, which isn&apos;t a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah, until next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Humanity Aversion -</description>
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