<?xml version='1.0' encoding='utf-8' ?>

<rss version='2.0' xmlns:lj='http://www.livejournal.org/rss/lj/1.0/'>
<channel>
  <title>roy g. biv</title>
  <link>https://www.scribbld.com/users/supermario/</link>
  <description>roy g. biv - Scribbld</description>
  <lastBuildDate>Mon, 14 Jan 2008 14:40:23 GMT</lastBuildDate>
  <generator>LiveJournal / Scribbld</generator>
  <lj:journal>supermario</lj:journal>
  <lj:journaltype>personal</lj:journaltype>
<item>
  <guid isPermaLink='true'>https://www.scribbld.com/users/supermario/320.html</guid>
  <pubDate>Mon, 14 Jan 2008 14:40:23 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>bowser@gj</title>
  <link>https://www.scribbld.com/users/supermario/320.html</link>
  <description>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;everyone that I ever knew was crammed into a little building with a concrete floor. dimly lit, it smelled of stale smoke and friends were choking back the tears that they had come there for. and I was in a little jar upon the stage, where all my records and guitars were neatly placed. left of the tables of food sat two girls I could not recall speaking to and one told the other “don’t cry, we still have three of the others it will be alright” and I was hovering overhead, taking it in. and all the things i should have said, they were trapped forever, in my skin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description>
  <comments>https://www.scribbld.com/users/supermario/320.html</comments>
  <lj:security>public</lj:security>
</item>
</channel>
</rss>
