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  <title>this is my philosophy.</title>
  <subtitle>Anavia</subtitle>
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    <name>Anavia</name>
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    <title>locked.</title>
    <published>2008-01-11T01:34:24Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;small&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art... &lt;br /&gt;It has no survival value; rather it is one of those things &lt;br /&gt;that give value to survival." &lt;br /&gt;- C. S. Lewis (1898 - 1963)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g115/Intorqueo/prisonedangel.jpg" border="1" width="451" height="453"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;| Dance 'Round the Fairy Circle |&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Note This&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why you want me to add you, how you found me, your name, and your age.&lt;br /&gt;There's no guarantees whether I'll add you or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-+-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;Creeps into this petty pace day to day,&lt;br /&gt;To the last syllable of recorded time;&lt;br /&gt;And all our yesterdays have lighted fools&lt;br /&gt;The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle.&lt;br /&gt;Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,&lt;br /&gt;That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,&lt;br /&gt;Then is heard no more; it is a tale&lt;br /&gt;Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,&lt;br /&gt;Signifying nothing.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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