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  <title>Cassie</title>
  <subtitle>Cassie</subtitle>
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    <email>teasingvixen16@yahoo.com</email>
    <name>Cassie</name>
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  <updated>2003-07-16T07:33:01Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:a_poet_gone:19469</id>
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    <title>a_poet_gone @ 2003-07-16T02:38:00</title>
    <published>2003-07-16T07:33:01Z</published>
    <updated>2003-07-16T07:33:01Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Madonna - Beautiful Stanger</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I am regretful to inform everyone that this will be my last post as Cassie.  Due to the new rules given to the dead community by the CoW I will be unable to stay in this community.  I joined because I thought this was going to be a fun community in which I could meet lots of new people, and interact with other characters on an IC level.  It started off that way, but sadly it won't end that way.  I don't see this as a game anymore...they've taken all the fun out of it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Sunnydale Socks decides to recast Cassie, that person will have to create a new Cassie journal.  I am taking this journal with me.  It will be put to better use somewhere else.  To all of my fellow deceased friends: Nikki, Anne, Prue, Jenny, Tara, Molly, and anyone else I have interacted with over the last few months good luck to you under these new rules.  I hope you can learn to accept them better than I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wish to contact me further, you will have to do so by going through another one of my characters from another community.  I play Kennedy and Anya in Not So Sunnydale.  If you want to see a well-runned, fair community, check NS out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye everyone, I'll always remember SS back when I first joined up, and it was still considered a fun place to just be creative and have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::waves::</content>
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    <title>coffee!</title>
    <published>2003-07-14T04:07:14Z</published>
    <updated>2003-07-14T04:07:14Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Pink - Feel Good Times</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I was finally able to get Nikki to take a break from haunting to have a cup of coffee with me.  She told me all about the classes she was taking, and the places she was getting to visit to haunt.  It sounds so exciting!  Maybe I'll sign up next semester!  I could definitely use something to occupy my time.  I told her about my dreams too.  She was pretty concerned.  I guess most people get on the paranoid side when I have creepy dreams.  Of course, not all of them have come true, but the ones that have are pretty serious.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I certainly don't want to worry anyone; I just needed someone to talk to about them.  Nikki assured me that they were probably just regular dreams, and that I shouldn't worry.  I hope she's right.  No need to worry yet, I suppose.  When fire starts falling from the sky, and we all fall into a pit of despair...then I'll worry.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need more coffee...</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:a_poet_gone:18791</id>
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    <title>a_poet_gone @ 2003-07-09T01:14:00</title>
    <published>2003-07-09T06:09:45Z</published>
    <updated>2003-07-09T06:09:45Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Evanescence - Going Under</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Again with the creepy, not so comforting, dreams.  Every time I get into a groove and things start going really well...I start to see things.  Yes, I know I'm psychic, but having visions and dreams only when I'm happy is kinda sick when you think about it.  Now I'm worried that something is going to happen, and it's going to ruin everything I've built up for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I dreamt that this burning fire engulfed my entire body.  I couldn't see anything but the red blaze all around me.  Then suddenly I heard a scream.  I didn't know where it was coming from, but it kept going until my ears felt like they were bleeding from the noise.  Finally, after it seemed like hours of endless screaming, I saw Dorian standing outside of the flames holding his hand out to me...then I realized I had been the one screaming.  I woke up in a cold sweat like I often do after my dreams.  Dorian was lying next to me, snoring softly.  He had no idea what was going on in my head.  Maybe I'm just worried about finally being happy…or that I feel like something is going to keep me from it.  I should just let myself go for once...then maybe things would be easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to get off of my cloud for a bit.  If Joyce or Nikki can spare a minute in between classes, maybe they can get some coffee with me.  I haven't spoken to them in what seems like ages.</content>
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    <title>a_poet_gone @ 2003-07-06T01:02:00</title>
    <published>2003-07-06T05:56:54Z</published>
    <updated>2003-07-06T05:56:54Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Evanescence - Whisper</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Good music is really all you need in life, and that applies to the after life too!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:a_poet_gone:18262</id>
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    <title>a_poet_gone @ 2003-07-03T23:33:00</title>
    <published>2003-07-04T04:28:08Z</published>
    <updated>2003-07-04T04:28:08Z</updated>
    <lj:music>More Harp</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Ah darn, looks like the trouble is back.  Prue and her sisters are having a terrible time with this Morrigan character.  Who does she think she is stealing Piper's baby, and hurting Grams in the process!?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Joyce and Nikki are being tortured by that school their in.  I guess it's just a lot more dull than what they're used to...especially after our adventures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is going through their own deals, while I'm up here, sitting on my cloud, spending time with my boyfriend, and harping away.  Please god, if anyone needs anything, please let me know!  I'd be more than willing to make a trip &lt;u&gt;anywhere&lt;/u&gt; to help out &lt;u&gt;anyone&lt;/u&gt; that needs &lt;u&gt;anything&lt;/u&gt;!  Boredom sets in quickly in Paradise.  Hopefully, the fireworks tomorrow will cheer me up.</content>
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    <title>a_poet_gone @ 2003-07-02T21:20:00</title>
    <published>2003-07-03T02:14:56Z</published>
    <updated>2003-07-03T12:15:51Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Harp - Duh!</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;Walk like a man, dun dun, talk like a man, dun dun, walk like a man my soooooon!  No womans worth, crawling on the earth, dun dun, so walk like a man my son!  Woooooooooo!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!  I learned to play the Four Seasons on my harp!  Sounds crazy I know, but I've mastered it!  Now I'm moving on to some more recent songs...like Evanescence!  Some of the others up here thought I was crazy, cause I wanted to learn how to play, but now they'll see it's a really cool thing to be able to do.  What's even cooler is that because I'm in Heaven I don't really have to practice or anything to be good, I just am!  :-D  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This all brings new meaning to my life!  &amp;lt;---- Pathetic that it really didn't take much.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, time to harp it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Edited:  Bring new meaning to my after life.  It's getting harder and harder to please the Hellmouth News.&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <title>a_poet_gone @ 2003-07-01T22:12:00</title>
    <published>2003-07-02T03:06:55Z</published>
    <updated>2003-07-02T03:06:55Z</updated>
    <lj:music>How To Play a Harp in 10 Days</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I need to find something to fill up my days.  Everyone is busy.  Prue and Jenny are dealing with their problems, and Nikki and Joyce are attending school.  Having a boyfriend is nice, but I can't spend every waking moment with him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to learn how to play the harp.  Yes, I know...angels and their harps...but still I think it'd be cool.  Then I could sit on my cloud, with a golden glow, and harp away!  I have a vision!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Let's get on it.&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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    <title>a_poet_gone @ 2003-06-30T23:24:00</title>
    <published>2003-07-01T04:18:58Z</published>
    <updated>2003-07-01T04:54:46Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Pages Turning</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I just got back from my trip with Dorian, so I can finally post!  My vacation was amazing!  It was on an island, with almost no other people!  Perfect for a few ghosties.  We basically just spent our days lounging on the beach, and our nights cuddled up in bed watching the sun set.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being back in Heaven is nice.  I missed the tranquility that comes with being in the most perfect place ever created.  I think my partying days are over for now, along with interacting with those on Earth.  I'm still going to look after my friends, but other than that I'm just gonna remain low key.  I just found out that Nikki and Joyce have been attending some sort of school to teach them about haunting.  I guess their trip to New Orleans didn't work out very well.  I'm glad though that they found something to occupy their time with.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just got a copy of the new Harry Potter book, so I have to go finish reading it!  It's one of those things I can hardly stand to put down.</content>
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    <title>a_poet_gone @ 2003-06-25T18:34:00</title>
    <published>2003-06-25T22:43:07Z</published>
    <updated>2003-06-25T22:43:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So, after recovering from my exciting time in Vegas, Dorian showed up and whisked me away on our little vacation he had been planning.  I was sorry to leave Nikki and Joyce, but I had to spend some time with him, I missed him a lot!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything about this trip is secretive, and planned.  Like I'm not even suppose to be on the computer posting.  I promised him I wouldn't, but I had to sneak away for a little bit.  I hope everyone is ok back home!  If anyone needs me, I'll try to sneak away to check my email every once in a while!  So sorry for the long absence!</content>
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    <title>drunkedness!</title>
    <published>2003-06-20T05:13:00Z</published>
    <updated>2003-06-25T22:34:55Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Techno</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I got my drunken orgy!  Actually, I'm in the midst of my drunken orgy!  Joyce and Nikki came through for me.  After checking into The Mirage, we headed over to this really awesome themed bar called Morocco's.  There were tons and tons of people in it.  Joyce, Nikki, and I decided to make the orgy well relatively exclusive...so we walked around picking out the people we wanted, then invited them into the back for some &lt;i&gt;free drinks&lt;/i&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, everyone is going crazy!  I haven't even had time to get a drink yet.  Of course Joyce and Nikki are well on their way to being bombed.  That's why Joyce isn't posting tonight, cause she's got her hands, ahem, tied up.  And Nikki, well let's just say I could never get my leg that far behind my head.  I'm the youngest, and yet I feel the most in control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go get my groove on!</content>
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    <title>a_poet_gone @ 2003-06-19T00:27:00</title>
    <published>2003-06-19T05:22:16Z</published>
    <updated>2003-06-19T05:22:16Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Silence</lj:music>
    <content type="html">The girls decided to dump the boys, so we bought them breakfast and told them to hit the road.  They were a little bit nicer than that, but hey no problem with me, it wasn't like I was the one becoming all friendly with strange hitchhikers...I'm not bitter, I swear.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally arrived at the Grand Canyon.  I tell ya, the Internet can be deceiving.  You think you're going on a nice horse trail with some American guides, and you end up on a donkey, mule, ass thing with some guy named Carlos asking you if he can &lt;i&gt;"toca las tetas?"&lt;/i&gt; Yea, never again...never again.  I took French in high school, so I sorta had to look up what that meant when I got back to my laptop.  If I had known how inappropriate it was, I would have slapped someone.  By the way, spending like 6 hours on the back of a mule sucks!  I need to go sit on a bag of ice.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's our last night at the Grand Canyon.  Tomorrow we head for Vegas!  Ok, I am beyond excited about this.  Gambling, drinking, and having a good time with the girls, how could things get any better than that?!  You know, unless I get the drunken orgy I was promised!</content>
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    <title>a_poet_gone @ 2003-06-17T22:38:00</title>
    <published>2003-06-18T03:33:28Z</published>
    <updated>2003-06-18T03:33:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">On the road again, just can't wait to get on the road again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so we stopped off to get some ice cream in Phoenix, then we got back on the road.  Yea, ok so we got lost for a little bit...it wasn't any big deal.  Hell, I died before being able to drive!  So I suck at directions, there are worse things!  Anyway, so we were lost and driving around when we came across two hitchhikers.  Let's just say Colum and Brandon are Nikki and Joyce's new best friends!  I got kicked out of the front seat, and I am now forced to share the backseat with Nikki and Brandon...lots of inappropriate things going on back there.  Thank god for portable cd players, and headphones.  I miss Dorian a lot right now...we could out sex the others any day!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now we're having dinner in some dump of a restaurant, then it's off to the Grand Canyon.  That should be loads of fun!  I can't wait!</content>
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    <title>a_poet_gone @ 2003-06-17T00:20:00</title>
    <published>2003-06-17T05:15:56Z</published>
    <updated>2003-06-17T05:15:56Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Lounge Singer</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Alright, so I finally caught up with the girls!  They hit an Art Museum on the way to pick me up, but that's alright, we've got a lot more places to visit on the way to the Grand Canyon and Vegas.  Next on the list of places to go was San Xavier Indian Reservation...dude, it was awesome!  I &lt;strike&gt;took&lt;/strike&gt; bought some really neat jewelery, and some cute little statues of indians - cause you know Indian Reservation, statues of indians...right.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now it's time to check out the hotel bar, see what's happening, then head upstairs.  A quick beer before dinner always helps me sleep better.  If you girls need anything, just let me know, I'll be downstairs!</content>
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    <title>a_poet_gone @ 2003-06-16T16:59:00</title>
    <published>2003-06-16T21:54:31Z</published>
    <updated>2003-06-16T21:54:31Z</updated>
    <lj:music>ice machine</lj:music>
    <content type="html">It took me a little longer to pack that I thought it would.  By the time I got down to the rental car place, Joyce and Nikki had taken off.  I can hardly blame them, Dorian wouldn't let me leave until we'd had a proper goodbye.  I had to astral straight to Tucson after that.  I got to the hotel a little before the girls did, so I went ahead and checked us in.  Damn, Joyce...you sure do know how to book a good hotel suite!  The room was huge, with every convenience a dead girl might want!  It's basically just a place for us to hang out when we're not out looking at all the neat touristy places.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This trip is gonna rock.  Joyce has promised me &lt;i&gt;at least&lt;/i&gt; one drunken orgy!  So, gals what's next on the agenda?</content>
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    <title>a_poet_gone @ 2003-06-15T01:25:00</title>
    <published>2003-06-15T06:20:17Z</published>
    <updated>2003-06-15T06:20:17Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Radio</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Looks like we're heading to Tucson.  What are we going to do there?  I have no idea!  Joyce, what is in Tucson???  I've decided I'm just gonna do whatever the girls tell me to do...I've had enough with the planning.  If they take me to a bar and say we're gonna have a drunken orgy, then so be it!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we're leaving tomorrow at some point.  It'll be my first Father's Day without my dad.  We were never very close, but you know he was family.  Hopefully the traveling will help take my mind off of it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets rent a car, grab some snacks, and hit the road.  I'm ready for an adventure.</content>
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    <title>a_poet_gone @ 2003-06-12T21:24:00</title>
    <published>2003-06-13T02:19:59Z</published>
    <updated>2003-06-13T02:19:59Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Ramones - I Wanna Be Sedated</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;I wanna be sedated...nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah....I wanna be sedated.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had that song stuck in my head all day!  Dorian came over earlier and we had a movie marathon.  We watched &lt;i&gt;Carpool&lt;/i&gt; so that's where I got the song from.  That movie is a suckage trip like no other.  If you want to save two hours of your life, do not see it!  Anyway, after throwing popcorn at each other, and having just a genuinly good time, he picked me up and carried me into my bedroom.  He just sat me down on the bed, and we talked.  Yea, I know I was expecting something else to, but he just wanted to talk.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up just falling asleep in each other's arms.  It was the most romantic thing I've ever experienced.  Dead guys are so much better than live ones!  ;-)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:a_poet_gone:14982</id>
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    <title>a_poet_gone @ 2003-06-11T23:37:00</title>
    <published>2003-06-12T04:32:33Z</published>
    <updated>2003-06-12T04:32:33Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Avril Lavigne - Complicated</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So in order to fill my suddenly boring days, I've decided to start working a bit.  I don't need money or anything, just something to occupy my time.  I never got a chance to do the whole babysitting thing when I was alive, so I thought I'd try it out.  I guess I was just too damn anti-social.  I went over to these people's cloud that live next door, and told them I'd watch their little boy while they went out.  The entire family died in a car accident a few years ago...there aren't that many little kids around his age up here, so I thought I'd play with him, and see if I couldn't show him a good time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took him to the park for a few hours, and we played pirates.  I was Captain Jack, and Joey was Captain Cook.  I guess he heard the name in school.  So we ran around the park yelling, "argh" and "shiver me timbers" while pretending to have peg legs.  It was a really fun time, and I could see he was enjoying himself.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki and Joyce are going on a road trip later on in the week I guess.  If they say it's ok, I think I might tag along.  And if not, it's back to playing with Joey!  Dorian also mentioned a little trip he had planned for the two of us.  He wants to take me to the beach for a week.  He hasn't given me the details yet or when we're going, but I can't wait!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:a_poet_gone:14678</id>
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    <title>a_poet_gone @ 2003-06-11T00:27:00</title>
    <published>2003-06-11T05:22:25Z</published>
    <updated>2003-06-11T05:22:25Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Good Charlotte - The Anthem</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Yay, no more firewalls!  And yay, Prue isn't evil anymore!  Damn't, someone shoot me, I sound like a freakin cheerleader.  I'm just glad things are gonna get back to normal.  You know, unless some more evil strikes...I wouldn't be surprised.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we must celebrate for Prue is back to her old self!  I plan way too many of these parties...but if anyone is interested, we can have one.  It's up to Prue...if she wants to have a party.  I guess she might need to get back into the swing of things.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I need a quick pick me up after all this excitement.  Drugs or funny movie?  Funny movie.  &lt;i&gt;Not Another Teen Movie&lt;/i&gt;  Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I'm set.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:a_poet_gone:14408</id>
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    <title>a_poet_gone @ 2003-06-09T20:25:00</title>
    <published>2003-06-10T01:20:09Z</published>
    <updated>2003-06-10T01:20:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;/firewall against Prue/&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad Piper is back to normal.  Now all we need to worry about is Prue...which is going to be a little bit more difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cole and I talked about it...a couple of us are going to go down to earth to be around while they're casting that spell.  It might help Prue remember how things were before she turned all super bitch on everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;/end firewall/&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These posts have been pretty short and not very personal lately.  I'm just hoping once everything gets back to normal...I'll be able to sit down and write for a while.</content>
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    <title>a_poet_gone @ 2003-06-08T18:54:00</title>
    <published>2003-06-08T23:49:02Z</published>
    <updated>2003-06-08T23:49:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;/firewall against Prue, Piper, and Morrigan/&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki and I have been talking about whether or not Willow might be able to do something to help us.  It's just an idea, but if she'd be willing, this whole thing might get solved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess Jenny was gonna go down and see what was up with the girls...she's been so busy lately with her clan and whatnot.  I hope things get better for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're still looking for a way out of this mess.  It'd be so easy to give up right now, but you can't give up on your friends.  So we'll all keep on fighting.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just another day in &lt;strike&gt;paradise&lt;/strike&gt; Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;/end firewall/&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <title>a_poet_gone @ 2003-06-07T21:57:00</title>
    <published>2003-06-08T02:52:19Z</published>
    <updated>2003-06-08T02:52:19Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Evanescence - Going Under</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;/firewall against Prue, Piper and Morrigan/&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm so sick of all this stuff going down with Prue, Piper, and Morrigan.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're in Heaven for gosh sake, we have to be able to do something about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls are just gonna end up getting themselves killed and sent straight to hell if we don't do something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyce, Jenny, Nikki, Tara, Grams - we need to get on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;/end firewall/&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <title>a_poet_gone @ 2003-06-05T14:27:00</title>
    <published>2003-06-05T19:22:20Z</published>
    <updated>2003-06-05T19:22:20Z</updated>
    <lj:music>No Time</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;/firewall to Prue, Piper, and Morrigan/&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I so did not see this one coming.  Sure we all went a little wild with the celebrating right after the battle...but going crazy and wanting to hurt people is not what I call letting a little loose.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope they don't get to Phoebe...that's all we'd need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright Nikki, I'm right behind you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;/end firewall/&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:a_poet_gone:13402</id>
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    <title>a_poet_gone @ 2003-06-05T00:09:00</title>
    <published>2003-06-05T05:04:44Z</published>
    <updated>2003-06-05T05:04:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">We need to have a party.  Everyone is so happy about this war being over, we need to celebrate.  Would anyone like to help me plan something: Nikki, Joyce?  I know you guys are experts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prue...sweety, if you read this, be careful.  I know you have done hundreds of spells, but I think you might have taken things a little far this time.  I don't know if you read this either Cole, but watch out...I don't think the girls know what they're doing...they might need your help.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna read through some of these old spell books and see if I can't find something to help Prue and Piper.</content>
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    <title>a_poet_gone @ 2003-06-03T20:03:00</title>
    <published>2003-06-04T00:58:17Z</published>
    <updated>2003-06-04T00:58:17Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Rent - Love Me or Leave Me</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Now that I've recovered from the excitement of kicking some serious demon ass, I can post about what happened last night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We all stationed ourselves outside of the gates ready for the evil to get to us.  Prue, Jenny, Grams, and Tara began to do a spell to vanquish the evil, while Nikki, Molly, and Joyce grabbed their weapons.  I was off to the side, powering up with the white energy I had received.  Once the evil began to approach us, I didn't waste any time to through the energy I had in their direction.  It worked much better than I had expected.  It literally took out the first several rows of demons; they just exploded.  Then Nikki, Molly, and Joyce began to attack them.  I grabbed a sword and went at them myself.  Those few self-defense lessons classes I took really helped.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were able to hold them back for a little while, until the spell was in full power.  Wow, that spell was just...big.  It took out every single demon that was there; it just vanquished all of them.  After the demons disappeared, all the souls that been held hostage were released.  I was very thankful that Dorian was still around, he hadn't been one of the unlucky one's.  There were so many though, that didn't make it out.  We've all been questioning lately where a soul goes when it is cut loose from Heaven...nobody knows.  I guess we'll never know.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just glad it's over.  The summer is shaping up to be a lot better now.</content>
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