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  <title>ill bring your mosh</title>
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  <updated>2004-10-06T17:46:44Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bring_your_mosh:2133</id>
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    <title>bring_your_mosh @ 2004-10-06T10:45:00</title>
    <published>2004-10-06T17:46:44Z</published>
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    <content type="html">so i have a new profile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.livejournal.com/users/shark_attack_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xcaseyx</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bring_your_mosh:2010</id>
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    <title>bring_your_mosh @ 2004-10-05T17:12:00</title>
    <published>2004-10-05T21:17:14Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-05T21:19:16Z</updated>
    <lj:music>gloomy music cause catherine is leaving</lj:music>
    <content type="html">so me and cat went on a SUPAH FANTASTIC FUNVENTURE to crescent beach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am the new singer for amaurot... i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like im being rushed everytime i update. thats why its so short. &lt;b&gt;SORRY!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lk&lt;b&gt;a&lt;/b&gt;shgas&lt;b&gt;ahafe&lt;/b&gt;rrbr</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bring_your_mosh:1548</id>
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    <title>bring_your_mosh @ 2004-09-29T21:17:00</title>
    <published>2004-09-30T01:22:21Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-30T01:22:21Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Anchors Away</lj:music>
    <content type="html">1. Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Are we friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When and how did we meet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you have a crush on me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Would you kiss me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Describe me in one word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What was your first impression?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you still think that way about me now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What reminds you of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. If you could give me anything what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. How well do you know me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. When's the last time you saw me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Are you going to put this on your blog and see what I say about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do it jerks.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bring_your_mosh:1335</id>
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    <title>bring_your_mosh @ 2004-09-28T22:26:00</title>
    <published>2004-09-29T02:31:04Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-29T02:31:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">alright, so im tired. show on saturday, twas awesome. and i wasnt allowed to go to the show on sunday cause of hurricane retard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my parents are gaytastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my plans are to go see the chariot on friday in gainesville. but its being shot down by parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love emily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it would be awesomeif more than 1 person commented...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;athank you</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bring_your_mosh:1251</id>
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    <title>jobs are the seed of all evil</title>
    <published>2004-09-20T19:09:57Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-20T19:09:57Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Kinison</lj:music>
    <content type="html">ok, today i was "grounded" because i came home late last night... but all i had to do today is clean and do laundry. easy right? NOPE, dad has to make EVERYTHING more difficult. my dad told me i had to call jack suess (the clerks office employer to confirm my job position) so i did that and what a surprise hes out to lunch! the secretary tells me she'll tell him to call me back... this was around 12:45, i then called back and i got another secretary and said that he was in a meeting. this was around 2:30. it is now 3:15 and still hasnt called. i was supposed to help catherine move in some stuff to her new house. and i think i have practice also. so thanks jack for screwing my entire day. awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope everyone else is having a SPLENDID day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xcaseyx</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bring_your_mosh:915</id>
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    <title>story</title>
    <published>2004-09-20T04:59:02Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-20T04:59:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there once was a chicken by the name of winslow, he was quite a timid piece of poultry. he had no friends and lived by himself, in Ft Lauderdale, Florida. to make matters worse, he only had one single talon. he had dreamed and wished for another talon and the only person he knew that would know where to get an extra talon was his mother who lived in Portland. they had parted because of family problems caused by japanese arsonists terrorizing the union winslows mother was in. she knew who the arsonists were, so she was put in the witness protection program, send to Portland leaving poor winslow fending for himself. so he thinks about going to visit her and asking her about the talon. so he goes next door to see terald the wizard. he has the hookups with discount plane tickets and of course, magic. so winslow asked terald for a discount plane ticket but first he had to find him an instructional booklet for the 1987 model of the SONY VCR. winslow then goes to the pawn shop and asks the pawn shop owner grinsford for a instructional booklet for the1987 model of the SONY VCR, ginsford then tells him that the inventory of instruction booklets for the 1987 models of the SONY VCR is very limited so because they are so valuable and rare, he asked for a trade. he then tells winslow to get him a birthday cake for his brother brinsford. he wanted it to say "dearest brother, birthdays dont describe the hate i feel". winslow sighs and journeys to the nearest market. he asks the cake maker, frida, to make hima cake that says "dearest brother, birthdays dont describe the hate i feel"... you see, frida is the fastest cake maker in the entire world.. no.. universe! so she quickly makes the cake, never once looking at him for fear of messing up. so she finally finished and looked up. she was so shoked that she was talking to a chicken with one talon, she died. winslow stood in awe. then swiped the cake and headed to the pawn shop. winslow gave grinsford the cake and in return gave him the instruction booklet for the 1987 model of the SONY VCR. he scurried to his neighbors house and gave him the instruction booklet for the 1987 model of the SONY VCR, terald gave winslow a plane ticket to Portland... winslow gets to the airport and finds the gate that takes him to Portland, Oregon. he gives the ticket to the stewardess and she gives him a grim look. he then asks what the problem is. she says that this is a fake and asks him to leave, because Ft Lauderdale airport has a low tolerance for frauds. he then tells her his sad story about his mother and the arsonists and the one talon he has. she feels sorry for him and lets him on the plane. he gets on and finds a seat. he looks over to a man that is staring at him quite creepily. he then looks down. after a while winslow looks back up and the man is still staring at him. winslow doesnt know what to do. so he just stares back like a deer in headlights. the man then motions with his hands a gun and shooting himself and everyone on the plane. winslow is scared stiff. we looks around and then makes a quick decision, he could either use his lone talon for good and save the whole plane, or he could sit still let whatever happens, happen. he then gets up and makes a run towards the man, his adrenaline pumping and his courage meter on high. he slashes the creepy man in the face and kills him. saving the whole plane. and in that time the plane had flown from Ft Lauderdale, to Portland. he gets to the airport and whistles for a taxi. (winslow is one of those, whistling chickens) he drives to his mothers house, thinking of all the times he had with her and all the memories of all the years. all emotions build up as he sees her house in the distance. he then tells the taxi driver to pull over next to her house. he hops toward his mothers house in hopes that she knows where to get an extra talon. we knocks on the door and he hears his mother in the background, "coming!" his mother gets to the door and opens it, an awkward silence hits. she then gives winslow a gigantic mother hug. they walk inside and talk about the times they had together. he asked his mother about the talon. she tells him the only one who has possession of the talon is the dark witch doctor, derek. he asks where he lives and how to find him, she says he lives in the volcano in the islands of baccadogdodod dodo. he asks if she could give him a ride to the islands of baccadogdodod dodo, she then flies him there dropping him off in the mouth of the volcano. the volcano was active and ready to blow, so he had to be quick. he looked and looked. and could not find derek. he then picks up the payphone next to the smoldering hot lava pit to the right. he calls the operator and asks for derek. he is then directed to derek. he was given a detailed map to dereks office. which was right next to the rock and the lava pit, which was directly across from the payphone. he walks in dereks office and derek is sitting in a chair facing away from winslow. winslow asks him for the extra talon and derek responded with " the volcano... it blows... talon... is next to... the culligan jug" winslow found the talon and sewed it on. FINALLY, he has two talons, never again restricted to one taloned activities. he then walks proudly with his new talons and just as he got to the edge of the volcano, it rumbled a bit. winslow was shaken up a bit and heard a loud explosion. the volcano erupted killing him and half of the earth as we know it. moral of the story: dont buy knock off deoderant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope you didnt die reading that. if you are still alive please comment.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bring_your_mosh:538</id>
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    <title>cell phones plus parents equals stresssssss</title>
    <published>2004-09-19T02:59:27Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-19T02:59:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i usually use xanga, but i decided to spice up my internet usage so im using this..er.. yea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurricane francis had to be difficult and crap all over ocala, so my friend needed help with all the hurricane debris in his backyard. i woke up and then got my &lt;b&gt;cell phone&lt;/b&gt; and left with my parents in the same car. we got there and worked on getting all the limbs and leaves out of his back yard. and these werent just any limbs, these were like gigantor oak stump limbs. we loaded up the trailor and dumped it off on the side of the road, we did this about 2 or 3 times. the first time it was just ryan, jenny, and i. then jenny had to be complaintive the entire time so she left us to do it by ourselves. we got that done then went inside to wait for mine and ryans sisters to come back with the food. my sister came back with them and she informed me that my parents had left without telling us AT ALL. so my cell phone was in the car they had left in. pretty much wanting us to fend for ourselves, getting our own rides. i then ate and went to neils house... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when my parents got home i got my phone and i had 4 missed calls, 3 of them were from peter, jeff, and mark (all of which are in my band) i called mark and he said that we had practice that day, and that peter was super pissed at me... but guess whos fault that is? GAY GAY GAY &lt;b&gt;PARENTS!&lt;/b&gt; so way to &lt;b&gt;stress&lt;/b&gt; me out mom and dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we have a show tomorrow. and im going to get bludgened by peter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shows: &lt;br /&gt;sunday:: sidearm go, as you wish, negative progress, and a wish for marilynne.&lt;br /&gt;easy street. 3-7pm. $5.&lt;br /&gt;tuesday:: xmeasure upx, seventh star, more...&lt;br /&gt;easy street. 6:30pm. $5.&lt;br /&gt;saturday:: a perfect murder, more...&lt;br /&gt;thee imperial, jax. 6:30pm. probably a high price cause jax rips off like its their job.. wait... it is their job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xcaseyx</content>
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    <title>gay</title>
    <published>2004-09-17T13:42:41Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-17T13:42:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">live journal is the gayyy.</content>
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