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    <title>dangerprawn @ 2009-05-05T18:55:00</title>
    <published>2009-05-05T23:04:46Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-05T23:04:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Title: Trails - Part I&lt;br /&gt;Rating: G&lt;br /&gt;Summary:&amp;nbsp; Just Akabane and Kagami having a conversation.&amp;nbsp; Angst as usual with me.&amp;nbsp; I wanted to post the first portion of this that everyone can enjoy before it disintegrates into self-mutilation and sex while staring into the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Read more..."&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Akabane felt him before he heard him: a curious, confident, detached aura.  It wavered behind him.  He didn't need to hear the soft &lt;i&gt;click&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt; of the capture button on the digital camera to know where he was in the room.  He wasn't surprised by his presence.  In fact, he had been standing in the same abandon room near the top of Infinity Fortress for over an hour watching the sun set over Shinjuku out the open window, knowing that if he waited long enough Kagami would come.  He couldn't tell exactly what he was doing there.  Maybe he was hoping for a fight.  Perhaps he was hoping one of them would get killed this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hello, Kagami,&amp;rdquo; he purred.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;The other man didn't reply.  He looked over his shoulder to see him eying himself in the mirror as though transfixed, the digital camera hanging limply forgotten in one hand.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;What do you see?&amp;rdquo; Akabane wondered aloud as he turned back to gaze out once again over the city sky line.  He really was curious about what Kagami found so fascinating about his own image.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Once you've lived as long as we have without changing it becomes difficult to measure your life in &lt;i&gt;when&lt;/i&gt;.  Don't you think?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;I suppose,&amp;rdquo; Akabane remained neutral, even though he agreed.  Conversations with Kagami were usually quite boring.  Frequently, all he did was gossip or fish for compliments about his impeccably styled hair.   It might be entertaining to see where this would lead.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;At least,&amp;rdquo; Kagami continued.  Something about his voice made it sound like he was half talking to Akabane and half talking to his reflection in the mirror, &amp;ldquo;that's how I experience it.  Most people can say, 'When I was 12 or when I was 30.'  I can't say that.  I think I've become blind to the concept of time.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal;"&gt;He was right, Akabane thought, he couldn't remember at what point he had stopped measuring his life in years and started measuring in amusement and spilled blood, &amp;ldquo;Now how do you see it?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;I've started to measure my life in &lt;i&gt;where, '&lt;/i&gt;There is where I saw this.  Here is where they did that.'&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal;"&gt;Interesting, &amp;ldquo;Is that so?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;I know every part of this city,&amp;rdquo; he paused for a long moment.  &amp;ldquo;I took 20 years to map it out.  And now I don't know what to make of it.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;What do you mean?&amp;rdquo; Akabane's features delicate features formed themselves into a vaguely predatory  smile almost like that of a cat who has just captured a mouse and is about to enjoy the last precious moments of it's life.  It wasn't any shock to hear him say that he was lost now that there wasn't anything to observe.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Do I see me or my map of the city?  The city or my life in the city?&amp;rdquo;  Akabane glanced over at Kagami.  The dying sun's light glinted off the glass of some sky scraper reflected in the mirror he was still standing in front of and lit up his face,  &amp;ldquo;They have become inseparable.  Me and this place that I know.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Is that bad?&amp;rdquo; Akabane pressed.  The buildings below appeared black, framed against the fiery, orange horizon.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;I'm just not sure,&amp;rdquo; Kagami lips twisted into an ironic smile, &amp;ldquo;I just don't know what I'm watching for anymore.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;What were you watching for?&amp;rdquo;  Akabane watched through the slit in his hat as the sky darkened to an angry, bloody red against the blackened city.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;What was, what is and what shall be.  I used to know it all.  In the past, that's what I saw when I looked in the mirror,&amp;rdquo; his voice wavered with the truth he had never shared,  &amp;ldquo;I saw God.  Omnipotent.  Untouchable.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal;"&gt;Akabane ended his line of questioning by softly, politely, asking, &amp;ldquo;What do you see now?&amp;rdquo; as if he were ignorant to the fact that scalpels weren't the only tools he could use to cut.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;All I've got are these memories and they aren't even mine,&amp;rdquo; he turned away from the mirror to look down at his camera, &amp;ldquo;I see the trails I've sketched that lead to nowhere.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt; .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>dangerprawn @ 2007-01-05T00:37:00</title>
    <published>2007-01-05T05:37:51Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-05T05:37:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;&amp;lt;table width="50%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;tr&amp;gt;&amp;lt;td width="16.67%" bgcolor="#3e6cc"&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;lt;/td&amp;gt;&amp;lt;td width="16.67%" bgcolor="#b8716b"&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;lt;/td&amp;gt;&amp;lt;td width="16.67%" bgcolor="#81f2e5"&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;lt;/td&amp;gt;&amp;lt;td width="16.67%" bgcolor="#53c4b7"&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;lt;/td&amp;gt;&amp;lt;td width="16.67%" bgcolor="#81f2e5"&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;lt;/td&amp;gt;&amp;lt;td width="16.67%" bgcolor="#817366"&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;lt;/td&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/tr&amp;gt;&amp;lt;tr&amp;gt;&amp;lt;td colspan="6" align="center"&amp;gt;bdsm is love&amp;lt;/td&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/tr&amp;gt;&amp;lt;tr&amp;gt;&amp;lt;td colspan="6" align="center"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;small&amp;gt;brought to you by the &amp;lt;a href="&lt;a href="http://www.dutchfurs.com/~haze/islove/"&gt;http://www.dutchfurs.com/~haze/islove/&lt;/a&gt;"&amp;gt;isLove Generator&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/small&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/td&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/tr&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/table&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dangerprawn:3236</id>
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    <title>guess the movie.</title>
    <published>2005-08-18T19:45:26Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-18T19:45:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">SO BORED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v104/brianansonwong/party_monster.jpg" alt="1." /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;img src="http://theothea.com.free.fr/screta2.jpg" alt="2." /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;img src="http://www.boxoffice.com/jpg/july04/tji/clearing.jpg" alt="3." /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;img src="http://us.movies1.yimg.com/movies.yahoo.com/images/hv/photo/movie_pix/sony_pictures_classics/kung_fu_hustle/_group_photos/lam_tze_chung1.jpg" alt="4." /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;img src="http://www.superosity.com/teri/timage-americanbeauty.gif" alt="5." /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;img src="http://goldenlady.blog.ocn.ne.jp/goldenlady/photo.jpg" alt="6." /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;img src="http://www.jimmiegilmore.com/images/biglebowski.jpg" alt="7." /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;img src="http://movies.apple.com/trailers/fineline/mariafullofgrace/images/mfg_main_01.jpg" alt="8." /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;img src="http://www.gothamist.com/images/2004_11_conteststeve.jpg" alt="9." /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;img src="http://www.hollywoodjesus.com/movie/one_hour_photo/18.jpeg" alt="10." /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Amy. That was so fun.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dangerprawn:2788</id>
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    <title>i'm such a geek</title>
    <published>2005-08-16T22:25:59Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-16T22:25:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">today i saw somebody i hadn't seen for a while.  she was fun. i missed her.  that is all i have to say.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dangerprawn:2494</id>
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    <title>i think i will post stupid quizzes from now on.</title>
    <published>2005-08-16T13:23:16Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-16T13:23:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;table width="50%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="16.67%" bgcolor="#643f52"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="16.67%" bgcolor="#80355a"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="16.67%" bgcolor="#9d5278"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="16.67%" bgcolor="#d2496f"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="16.67%" bgcolor="#ff69b4"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="16.67%" bgcolor="#ffb4d9"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="6" align="center"&gt;being naked is love&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="6" align="center"&gt;&lt;small&gt;brought to you by the &lt;a href="http://www.dutchfurs.com/~haze/islove/"&gt;isLove Generator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm startled with the results of this quiz. i love to be naked.  is that what it means? because it is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there.  my life has not been exciting recently.  i don't remember any of what i do other than i am making money and coloring in coloring books and reading or eating at work.  however, i am not working at work.  i bought a new towel the other day though.  also, i bought a really old leather coach bag at a thrift store for 15 bucks.  good deal.  i sort of miss school. but, don't want it to start all that much.  i dunno. i've been reading everything but what i'm supposed to be reading for school. what boring books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to start working out again. i am skinny but flabby and i'm sure that my fencing has gone to hell.  later everyone.</content>
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    <title>dangerprawn @ 2005-08-02T23:24:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-03T03:39:36Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-03T03:39:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;so sleepy.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;nobody reads this anyway.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;today i:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;drove all the way&amp;nbsp;up&amp;nbsp;route&amp;nbsp;70&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;saw John for the first time in a long time&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;made some new friends&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;played halo 2&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;set off some fireworks&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;hit some lady's car with a bottle rocket&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;had my first run in with the police&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;went to burger king&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;gave the car to my brother at home&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;cooked and ate a hot dog&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;was frustrated over working 42 hour weeks during the summer&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;got in a fight with my mom&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;pouted&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;made up with my mom&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;tried to nap&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;played DDR&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;ate another&amp;nbsp;hot dog&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;picked up Adam&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;threw rocks up&amp;nbsp;for bats to follow&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;ran around on the playground&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;made cookies&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;watched a&amp;nbsp;documentary on hostesses in japan&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;drove over the speed limit with the top down and music playing on a dark road on a nice night&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;dropped Adam off at home&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;turned the headlights off in my car&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;p&gt;tomorrow i will:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;
&lt;li&gt;use my gift card at borders to buy a book on&amp;nbsp;mandalas (a fancy coloring book) and some colored pencils&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;color at work&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;write an essay to get into a university&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;watch some kids swim&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;test pool chemicals&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;day-dream (about rainbow shrimp and boys)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;read&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;eat&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;come home&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;go out somewhere&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;sleep&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;</content>
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    <title>dangerprawn @ 2005-08-01T16:26:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-01T20:28:50Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-01T20:28:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;yeah. today is my day off and i'm sick.&amp;nbsp; hahaha... oh well.&amp;nbsp; i drew on art pad. its not finished. &lt;a href="http://artpad.art.com/?ikk8fx19sz1g"&gt;help me?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>un-named bat - RIP</title>
    <published>2005-08-01T03:42:09Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-01T03:42:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Oh. Today on the way to M.P.'s house I hit a bat.  I love bats.  He flew into my windshield when I was driving at 40 MPH.  I actually cried, kind of, I was laughing at the same time.  No good all around.  Poor thing.  I love bats.  Poor bat.  Then I met some nice people at the diner.  And had some food.  The food was good.  I've got the next two days off.  Horah for video games.  Ah. Poor bat(!) I've never heard a crunch like that in my entire life.</content>
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    <title>sleepy</title>
    <published>2005-07-29T03:34:55Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-29T03:34:55Z</updated>
    <lj:music>harry and the potters</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i'm sleepy. today at the pool there was this weird guy who wanted me to be in CosmoGirl, the magizine, because his cousin is the CEO.  he said that he was a general in the army, special forces.  he also said that he had had a stroke, actually numerous strokes, in the past three weeks.  but, i think that was just to cover up the reason he was sluring his words.  he stank like scotch, or my grandfather. i couldn't tell which.  my grandfather doesn't stink though so i couldn't figure out if i should kick him out of the pool or not.  he asked me how old i was about 5 times.  i think he really didn't remember.  later he wanted me to go home with him so he could give me a copy of that magizine.  how weird is that?  i told him that i had to leave. and i did. i was creeped out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes.  creepy. goodnight.</content>
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    <title>sadness</title>
    <published>2005-07-28T03:57:10Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-28T03:57:10Z</updated>
    <lj:music>arcade fire</lj:music>
    <content type="html">m.p. is the best girl ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and i'm really upset because LJ has not sent me the conformation letter yet so i can't post comments. =[ look at my sad little mug.  so sa-a-ad.  however i have work tomorrow and must go to sleep now.  maybe i can check my e-mail early in the morning and it will be there.  and if not i will check again after work.  it will give me something to look forward to.  undying hope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still feel like a boring person having a blog.  people! we must see each other in person. so we can touch. or not touch depending on your mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. lastly i miss school.  i had a dream i was back in school the other day or night rather.  i was seeing people that i miss and not having to work at a pool all day.  but, if i'm going back to school i must first read my summer reading.  anybody else in AP english 4?  are the books good?  i read only one 'the power and the glory.' it was interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must sleep now.  goodnight.</content>
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    <title>thank you!</title>
    <published>2005-07-27T20:00:47Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-27T20:00:47Z</updated>
    <lj:music>none</lj:music>
    <content type="html">thanks marissa! this is a great layout.  you're the best.  i have nothing else to say 'prolly because i need to go make some rice.  yay. rice. oh. yes.  wow, i'm boring.</content>
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