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  <title>all you need is love</title>
  <subtitle>all you need is love</subtitle>
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    <name>all you need is love</name>
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  <updated>2006-10-14T04:37:51Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fool_on_the_hil:27523</id>
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    <title>fool_on_the_hil @ 2006-10-14T01:27:00</title>
    <published>2006-10-14T04:37:51Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Hunter S. Thompson -  We had two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high-powered blotter acid, a saltshaker half-full of cocaine, and a whole multi colored collection of uppers, downers, laughers, screamers... Also, a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of beer, a pint of raw ether, and two dozen amyls. Not that we needed all that for the trip, but once you get into a serious drug collection, the tendency is to push it as far as you can. The only thing that really worried me was the ether. There is nothing in the world more helpless and irresponsible and depraved than a man in the depths of an ether binge, and I knew we'd get into that rotten stuff pretty soon.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fool_on_the_hil:27363</id>
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    <title>josh ritter</title>
    <published>2006-09-29T13:28:07Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-29T13:28:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">If God¹s up there hes in a cold dark room The heavenly host bent down and made the world in seven days And ever since he¹s been walking away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And those still looking in the clear blue sky for a sign Get missiles from so high they might as well be divine Now the wolves are howling at our door Singing bout vengeance like it¹s the joy of the Lord Bringing justice to the enemies not the other way round They¹re guilty when killed and they¹re killed where they¹re found If what¹s loosed on earth will be loosed up on high It¹s a Hell of a Heaven we must go to when we die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I stopped looking for royal cities in the air Only a full house gonna have a prayer</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fool_on_the_hil:27121</id>
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    <title>fool_on_the_hil @ 2006-09-12T12:16:00</title>
    <published>2006-09-12T16:01:13Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-12T16:01:13Z</updated>
    <lj:music>the ocean</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Does anyone beleive in fate honestly, really. Because i dont on the sole fact that i am 21 years old and have not once felt like anything i did was out of my controle. If fate was real it would have been canceled out when the second human being was born Because it would have been person numvber ones fate for a second person to be born so then if it continued like that person number two would not have a fate of his own because everything in his life would be controled by number ones fate and it would be the same thing for person number three and person number four... untill the whole world was poplutated with everyone centered around the fate of person number 1. Then when person number one died everyone that had been born up to that point and who had been controlled by number ones fate would no longer have a person that controled them. they would no longer because of number ones death have a pre-chosen fate. They would live a life chosen by no one else besides for themselves ...  Unless you belive god controles fate but if god in the christian sense controled fate then that would deny faith because people would lose the right to chose what the would do in there life thus denying there right to beleive or not believe in god. So if fate exsists god doesnt and if god exsists fate doesnt. oooooooooohhhh shit i just disproved fate... or god. up next gravity... which surprsingly doesnt bother me much. gravity didnt really do a whole lot for me. besides for make me spill drinks knock over things and fall out of trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yours truely scott mather beed.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fool_on_the_hil:26878</id>
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    <title>why did god not distroy adam and eve and start all over again with anouther human pair</title>
    <published>2006-08-31T03:32:38Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-31T03:32:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">look me in the eyes and tell me you dont find me attractive&lt;br /&gt;look me in the heart and tell me you wont go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow theres a huge sexual vibe in here... hey hey i have a plan lets turn off all the lights and play guess whos in your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(mumble talking)bob... bob... is that you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh man you guys walked right into that one... which i truly am sorry for... i love you aand you know that baby... baby. you know the only one i wanna play guess whos in my mouth with is you... you know that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so on a lighter note this update had no importances in any aspect of any part of anyones life... besides for maybe tanya hearting shhe loves my shit. so i suggest just sit back laugh at the jokes tear up alittle bit at the cute lines form a song i heard today and i hope you wont roll your eeyes at this but no matter what im gonna think about you. i think you might still might think of me alittle too... maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hands up out there who thinks of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant catch me riden dirty- scott beed</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fool_on_the_hil:26555</id>
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    <title>Bringing LJ (not sexy) Back...Just A Warning</title>
    <published>2006-08-27T02:19:34Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-27T02:19:34Z</updated>
    <lj:music>not emo songs.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Sitting around drinking in a youth hostel in quebec city..four friends decided that livejournal, although dramatic at times and seemlinging uneventful, played an important role in their previous pre-pubsent lives. Due to the convince of a laptop at hand and excessive liquer the idea of an update arose and a revival of phemonia that once was became a reality...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like grains and sand thru the hour glass..these are the days of our lives. welcome to 60minutes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beginning began innocently at first, with a young boy looking for an outlet in a world that seemed confusing and unexcepting of his sensitive nature ("...and long blonde hair and blue eyes"- scott). After speaking with a friend and looking from the outside for a long period of time, Tymm decided that he woudl make his dream a reality and the seed that would grow to become your_intuition was planted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally following in his footsteps his twin brotha, Scott Beed, who at the time was dealing with a knocked up abusive girlfriend and increasing gang pressures from the outside, livejournal was the outlet of choice and provided a new outlook on life. One might go as far as to say, it was a safe haven and gave him the oppurtunities he has yearned for as a boy. Racial oppression, once seen as a serious every day occurance, became less and less involved in his life. fool_on_the_hil became more than a reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, in the country (known for its love of beavers)...in another town far away and unknown to the boys, a young native girl, called as some by Kristen runningfoot Lively struggling with no cell phone reception...needed a way to reach and communicate with the outside world. With the help of a friend, livejournal became her new found mesiah, with religious enlightment rivaling that of the brahmah(practised in southern india). is_it_w0rth_it was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama insued, relathionships broken, many a picture posted...new comer Nick Kernick (the_word_weiner) jumped at the chance to bring comic relief to the livejournal platform. Often critised for his outlandish and sometimes left-winged posts (including his overuse of the word "fag"...but we feel in our opinion, underused and could have been brought out much more) Although short lived in the eljay world, nick kernick made an impression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good year has past and the world of livejournal became a bit more darker with the departure of the four friends, who although brought different aspects with their posts, had the common goal of making the world known as live journal  a better place. Today will be a much brighter day, with the bringing back and reinstatement of their accounts. This phenomena will be known, only as Livejournal Xtreme version 2.0 beta. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"fag, fag, fag, fag, fag, fag...."-nick&lt;br /&gt;"if only there was a way to be gay and straight at the same time"- tymm&lt;br /&gt;"off fruit, a fruit, stay straight, keep straight, a fruit"- gps chick&lt;br /&gt;"she sounds hot"- nick&lt;br /&gt;"good firm action, thats what you want"- Nick&lt;br /&gt;"i need one" - kristen&lt;br /&gt;"I heard you dont like S-k-o-t anymore?"- Nick&lt;br /&gt;"kristens naked, why is she naked?"-nick&lt;br /&gt;"whats she doing with her boobies?"- Scott&lt;br /&gt;"whats a nigga do, in niggado?"- tymm&lt;br /&gt;"do you like tymm that way ...or???"- nick&lt;br /&gt;"thats perfect"-scott&lt;br /&gt;"i think thats a good way to end that right there....thats perfect"- tymm&lt;br /&gt;"i made a really good post about beating my meat"- scott&lt;br /&gt;"we got to stop this eventually guys" nick, mumbling incoherantly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vive la quebec, libre&lt;br /&gt;peace from the east (cuz we are from novascotia)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fool_on_the_hil:26259</id>
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    <title>eyes glued in horror and disbelief</title>
    <published>2006-06-18T15:43:22Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-18T15:43:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Here is the problem with love and life... i love life but i dont love love and life doesnt love most of us. or something along those lines. Im not even sure if love, loves love. Wouldnt that be depressing if love didnt love its self. What kind of president would that set for the people in love. How is someone suposed to stay in love if love its self has lost its way. And further more how is someone suposed to love life if love has lost its love. and if life doesnt love us the only logical thing to do is to stop loving it back. just to teach it a lesson. i think the next step would be to take love out of the dictionary... on the simple fact that you dont keep nonsence words in such an important  book is way to serious for that. And maybe in a few years we can come up with a new word for love one that doesnt sound so flip floppy one that has some substances. i dont know if this will solve our problems but it will put them off for a few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when love stops loveing life and its self again we'll know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying, "You come home&lt;br /&gt;Darling, you come here&lt;br /&gt;Don’t stay so far away from me" &lt;br /&gt;This weather has me wanting love more tangible&lt;br /&gt;Something I can hold because it’s getting cold</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fool_on_the_hil:26044</id>
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    <title>lets fuck things up boys, make some noise</title>
    <published>2006-05-31T17:10:34Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-31T17:17:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">lets have an amazing 3 weeks... it wont be hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h36/fool_on_the_hil/fat.jpg"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dieing from success&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h36/fool_on_the_hil/skinnykid.png"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dieing from failior</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fool_on_the_hil:25617</id>
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    <title>Why do you need to think? Can't we just sit and go budumbudumbudum with our lips for a bit</title>
    <published>2006-05-09T22:39:28Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-09T22:39:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It is known that there are an infinite number of worlds, simply because there is an infinite amount of space for them. However, not every one of them is inhabited. Therefore, there must be a finite number of inhabited worlds. Any finite number divided by infinity is as near to nothing as makes no odds, so the average population of all the planets in the Universe can be said to be zero. From this it follows that the population of the whole Universe is also zero, and that any people you may meet from time to time are merely the products of your imagination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He felt that his whole life was some kind of dream and he sometimes wondered whose it was and whether they were enjoying it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking up into the night sky is looking into infinity - distance is incomprehensible and therefore meaningless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a theory which states that if ever anyone discovers exactly what the Universe is for and why it is here, it will instantly disappear and be replaced by something even more bizarre and inexplicable.&lt;br /&gt;There is another theory which states that this has already happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The major difference between a thing that might go wrong and a thing that cannot possibly go wrong is that when a thing that cannot possibly go wrong goes wrong it usually turns out to be impossible to get at or repair</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fool_on_the_hil:25592</id>
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    <title>but a 9 in a few beers time</title>
    <published>2006-05-04T18:40:58Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-04T18:40:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">dont tell me about no pain or shit i was born and raised in poverty bitch &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bitter the sinner the killer the poet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without turning around,the boy reached behind him. His hand, the one the clerk had hurt, instinctively found hers . When he needed to hold her hand , his fingers could see in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause yah it feels like you want something big... do you needed me to be a poet? i could write you verse. i could make you smile. i could make you dream of the ocean. i promise you. just bring your fingers up to where my hands are rested.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ate a mango today...well i shouldnt just say a mango... i ate the mango today... and it was delightfull. So me and tymm had a descusion about which fruit we liked better and though pineapple was tymms first choice it was just a runner up for me. but i should let it be known that the mango was an exceptionaly good mango. so if i had to choice over which one was consistantly better i supose i would have to go with reliable pineapple. In fact when ever i talk about pineapples for now on i will call them reliable pineapples&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kind of like alexander the great so maybe pineapple the reliable.  or scott the attractive... i think me and gem decided hers was going to be gem the forgiving but i dont remeber for certian.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fool_on_the_hil:25174</id>
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    <title>I LEFT MY HEART ON YOUR FRONT STEPS</title>
    <published>2006-04-27T04:23:09Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-27T04:24:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">There’s something in psychology called a self fulfilling prophecy…where you project the behavior you want someone to have on to them until they finally act that certain way… or in your eyes you see them acting that way. I hope thats not whats happening here... because theres still alot left to gain &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOMBING FOR PEACE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h36/fool_on_the_hil/bombing2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h36/fool_on_the_hil/bombing.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS LIKE FUCKING FOR VIRGINITY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h36/fool_on_the_hil/boy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fool_on_the_hil:25044</id>
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    <title>fool_on_the_hil @ 2006-04-24T00:45:00</title>
    <published>2006-04-24T03:55:39Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-24T04:07:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h36/fool_on_the_hil/sailboat.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i became a thin blue line</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fool_on_the_hil:24772</id>
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    <title>bryan adams</title>
    <published>2006-04-14T23:02:05Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-14T23:02:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">BRYAN ADAMS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this guy is the king of the adams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he can sing, dance, play the violin (you prolly don't even know that, hell he doesnt either)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he knows how to make the hunnies scream and dance to the summer of 65, which was a fucking stupid pointless summer, i dont even know why they would want to dance to the tune of that summer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he enjoys a good poptart from time to time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he has about 7 thousand albums, one for every year he was alive. he and old fucker i dont know if u realized. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he has super human powers. one of which is he can speak chinese, i kid u not. another power which b adams can hold to his name is the astounding fact that he no middle finger. just a 5th finger, dont ask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he can leap from tall building to tall building, he can play a guitar, and shoot spaghetti from his fingertips. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i am trying to say here is. you may want to sit down for this. this may blows ur mind. you may need some serious extremely expensive therapy after i tell you what i am about to tell you. u should prolly skoke some marry j to cushion the blow of what will indeed change your life. here it goes. this is indeed fucking crazy and want to listen carefully. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bryan adams is an alien. from the planet adams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was sent here on a taxi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still can't fucking realize this.&lt;br /&gt;it didnt hit as hard as now when i see it in text on this computer screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all those hit songs, all those wonderful albums. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is an alien, no wonder, no human could do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the planet adams is just a gold mine for music fucking talent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hedley and simple plan are from the planet adams. these guys are crap and came from the rough side of the planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but man holy shit. &lt;br /&gt;are you blown away. &lt;br /&gt;i know i am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- dude that was fucking blog worthy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end of blog.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fool_on_the_hil:24439</id>
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    <title>battleship galactica</title>
    <published>2006-04-03T15:14:24Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-03T15:14:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i saw this in the sunday mourning comics and was wondering if the writer was trying to be political or not, the comic was foxtrot so probaly not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kid 1- b6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kid 2- hit... you sunk my sub... no no wait you sunk my whole fleet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kid 1- awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kid 2- ok umm e3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kid 1- miss... whoa you sunk my whole fleet too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kid 2- battle ship nuclear edition is not as fun as it sounds &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but who are they kidding no edition of battle ship is fun... someone always ends up cheating when you go to the bathroom... no matter how much they promise they wont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im told of times when stillness rubs passionatly with the wind</content>
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    <title>i cant get enough</title>
    <published>2006-03-31T19:17:32Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-31T19:24:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;if you want to be like the fools on the hill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h36/fool_on_the_hil/parliment.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h36/fool_on_the_hil/white-house.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first you must learn to smile as you kill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h36/fool_on_the_hil/georgesteven.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>hey good looking why the frown</title>
    <published>2006-03-11T23:33:52Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-11T23:33:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Its hard to grow up by the ocean and have small thoughts</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fool_on_the_hil:23650</id>
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    <title>je suis scott je suis kick ass</title>
    <published>2006-03-02T15:24:41Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-02T15:30:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">l'autre jour, j'ai vu qu'un garson fumant un cigerette. et dans son sac à dos il avait un papier de nouvelles. le gros titre pour le journal dit "addicted".... si j'ai ri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour oublier qu'un ami est triste. Pas chaque l'un a eu un ami. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vous avez des cheveux qui est la couleur d'or. Penser comment merveilleux que sera quand vous m'avez apprivoisé ! Le grain, qui est aussi doré, me rapportera l'a pensé de vous. Et j'aimerai écouter le vent dans le blé. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know if those make sense but i wanted to try and tranlate some stuff for fun you know alittle test. so for anybody that knows french i would apperciate if you didnt try and embarase me... i embarase esaly. well no overly esaly there was this time that i kissed nick when i was drunk... i thought he was a girl... anyway he thought i was a girl too... and needless to say we havent hung out in a couple of weeks</content>
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    <title>war war war war why the hell you keep on killing me for</title>
    <published>2006-02-15T00:40:38Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-15T00:40:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i bought seasson one of scrubs... finaly. but now that i own it i still want everything to be the same with me and you i dont want it getting all wierd. because lets not kid our selve remeber when i bought the full box set of columbo and you freaked right out. That was wierd for me and you. Or that time i bought an apple for lunch and you called it a slut and kicked me out of the hoouse and burned all my cloth and i had to wear that full piece jogging suit for like 3 weeks before i had enough money to buy new clothes. Or that time i slept with your sister and video tapped it and played it at your family reunoin and you shot me in the leg with your dads shotgun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wars a bad place for a child especialy if hes runing with an a-k and a smile &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how are we suposed to teach our kids love when its war there memorizing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next summer im going to sail around the world&lt;br /&gt;im going to cure deseases on the way&lt;br /&gt;im going to learn a launge in every country so i can know the different meanings of rain&lt;br /&gt;im going to try not to freeze to death when i sail through the artic  &lt;br /&gt;im going to fall in love with every girl i meet. or just one &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how are we haveing a war on terror when its war thats terrorizing  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im scott beed and your not but thats alright becuase eveybodys different... besides for identical twins... damn you tymm.</content>
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    <title>fool_on_the_hil @ 2006-01-11T13:45:00</title>
    <published>2006-01-11T18:26:11Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-11T18:26:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">you and me have seen everything form halifax to calgary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reg:All right, but apart from the sanitation, medicine, education, wine, public order, irrigation, roads, the fresh water system and public health, what have the Romans ever done for us? &lt;br /&gt;Attendee: Brought peace? &lt;br /&gt;Reg: Oh, peace - shut up! &lt;br /&gt;Reg: There is not one of us who would not gladly suffer death to rid this country of the Romans once and for all. &lt;br /&gt;Dissenter: Uh, well, one. &lt;br /&gt;Reg: Oh, yeah, yeah, there's one. But otherwise, we're solid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; (line of prisoners files past a jailer] &lt;br /&gt;Coordinator: Crucifixion? &lt;br /&gt;Stan: Yes. &lt;br /&gt;Coordinator: Good. Out of the door, line on the left, one cross each. &lt;br /&gt;[Next prisoner] &lt;br /&gt;Coordinator: Crucifixion? &lt;br /&gt;Stan: Er, no, freedom actually. &lt;br /&gt;Coordinator: What? &lt;br /&gt;Stan: Yeah, they said I hadn't done anything and I could go and live on an island somewhere. &lt;br /&gt;Coordinator: Oh I say, that's very nice. Well, off you go then. &lt;br /&gt;Stan: No, I'm just pulling your leg, it's crucifixion really. &lt;br /&gt;Coordinator: [laughing] Oh yes, very good. Well... &lt;br /&gt;Stan: Yes I know, out of the door, one cross each, line on the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i once knew a man from nantocket&lt;br /&gt;screw nantucket ... is what i say . And  then i will go absulutly wild with rage because you see i hate words where the second silable sounds like bucket my hatred for the word bucket and words that sound like bucket stems from when i was little  playing at the beach in the sand with my father and i asked him, my father to pass me the sand bucket i said "father could you passes me the bucket" and he picked up it up repling  "bucket?" because he didnt quite hear me right and wanted to be sure. It was a loud windy day so many words where lost into the breeze. but as he was picking it up and right after he said bucket a large gust of wind grab the bucket out of his hand and blew it down the beach into the water. But because the wind was so loud and the look on my fathers face was so angry, i was later to understand it was because sand  was blowing into his eyes i thought i heard him say "fuck it" and than i thought i saw him throw my bucket down the beach... of course this was the gust of wind but i did not know this at the time. Obviously because of my age i was greatly upset by what i percived to be a sudden un called for outburst from my father so like any other young child i started crying because of the sitiation i am not ashamed of this. My father thinking i was sad because my bucket had blown away tried to conssole me unsucsesfully. He promised me a new bucket. i did not accept he tried to give me a hug... i wriggled away. My father was finaly confused and fed up by my mood so we went home. Time went by and i got over the lose of my bucket but i could not shake the image of my father in such an unexplicably angry state. I didnt want to be alone with him incase something of that sort would happen agian except maybe more sivere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i have to go to class and right in the middle of a good story too... what will happen to the boy will he ever be confortable with his father again. Will he finaly make out with the girl in his geo class... oh wait thats going on in my life</content>
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    <title>goneeeeee to the east coast</title>
    <published>2005-11-21T00:53:50Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-21T00:53:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">hey my people (peeps)whats going on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gonna make this simple one simple request &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-tell me a really good movie i should watch and tell me a really good book i should read. nobody is excluded this is a manditory assignment it makes up for 30 percent of your makr and lets not kid our selve none of you are doing well enough to not do this .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i just thought it would be a nice little treat to get out of town  you know a nice little get away for just the two of us.&lt;br /&gt;so who wants to go to peggys cove and beyound cause i do &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah and tell me some good tunes to listen to... cause i like listening</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fool_on_the_hil:22280</id>
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    <title>fool_on_the_hil @ 2005-10-29T12:56:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-29T16:21:24Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-29T16:21:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">people think they're christians by just attending church weekly i dont think just that makes you christian ... if it did than everytime you entered a garage would you be a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He was a lover he was a poet the scope of a solider rifle couldnt have known it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"she was a teacher she was a friend a bomb to her school was a ironic end"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"she was young she was sweet her father still lays awake at night wondering why it wasnt him shot down in the street"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The prisdent says it heroic the movies make it look fun well let the producers be the heros tell the prisdent that we're done"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHHAT WHAT MOTHER FUCKER &lt;br /&gt;when john lennon did his bed-in or what ever it was called a reporter said to him " you dont honestly believe we can have peace in our life time do you " and john lennon replied so confindently  "oh yes i do" i just think it was so amazing how confident he was about it ... i think if we all felt so strongle about something like war or poverty we could actualy make a differance Everybody just thinks well war is just too big, its everywhere... its what humans do. Well i think were better than that. And i think  we have to do something big to show the world Canadians as in the people not the gourverment don't beleive in war i just dont know the big thing to do yet... i think thats anouther problem people that do want to change dont know where to start or how to start. Im gonna start brain storming and when i figure something out i will get back to you and you can tell me if you want to be a part of it. Theres something huge like war and we need something totaly oppiste an antiwar.</content>
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    <title>I'm scott beed and your not</title>
    <published>2005-10-15T03:26:23Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-15T03:26:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Who am I</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fool_on_the_hil:21866</id>
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    <title>fool_on_the_hil @ 2005-07-08T13:59:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-08T17:29:01Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-08T17:29:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">shit shit shit shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh god i cant let that happen again.... my ass is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooohhhhh shit i am just kidding... i didnt have anal sex with anybody. i dont think . i should have known what was going down when she got out that strap on... in my experince when a girl gets out a strap on it never ends up good for my butt. shit im not gonna hide from the world i dont feel no shame. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good fucking song&lt;br /&gt;high school&lt;br /&gt;Bubble gum and house parties When you stole your Parents rum and tried to screw everything that could breath Back in Highschool &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't have a whole lot to do and Watched the world go by on television screen Said it's the nineties kids That's way out, this is way in Go beat each other up on the dance floor It told us drugs were no good but then we smoked'em and Liked'em so much we smoked a little more &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I call you name, did you hear me Singing that song I wrote for you You're so the same, but you're so different I didn't recongnize you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda hard with all that sexual confusion Sometimes you don't know if you're gay or straight But what's the difference, it's a wonderful delusion and Most times you won't make it past second base I'm in a band, we kinda suck But we don't know it yet and I don't care anyway Soon I'm gonna sell those drums, pay my rent, support my kid and Tell him all about way back in daddy's day I'll tell him all about back in daddy's day &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some years later by a soda coolerator In the corner store back in my hometown, this stranger smiles at me He said remember the class of '93 and  For some reason it makes him look real proud After all the good times he said we had he looks at me Scatches his head and asks me where the hell I ever went and The funny thing is, I never even knew him But he could've been any one my high friends &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-remeber if you dont stand for something you'll fall for anything&lt;br /&gt;-when a child is born is it cause she has sinned&lt;br /&gt;-the ultimate test of someones love is if you ask them for the bottom of there drum stick you know the part where all the chocolate builds up and they say yes &lt;br /&gt;peace it out old school style y'll &lt;br /&gt;you bake one cake your not consindered a baker, you put up one fence and your not considered a carpenter ... but you you kiss one man and your considered gay... i kissed jeff cause we where happy we caught a fish ... i also kissed the fish but they dont show you that</content>
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    <title>ass and titties</title>
    <published>2005-05-30T23:13:45Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-30T23:13:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">sometimes i get delusions of gradure and think i can do anything &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i fall in love after only talking to a girl for three hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes im so protectiv of my friends that i get protective of there friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i believe in god when i look at the infinty of the sky</content>
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    <title>fool_on_the_hil @ 2005-05-11T19:23:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-11T23:41:05Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-11T23:41:05Z</updated>
    <lj:music>eminem</lj:music>
    <content type="html">tymm beed dosnt like simple plan well i do so fuck him and good charlete too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for all the indpendent women in the house &lt;br /&gt;show us ur tits and shut ur mother fuckin mouths</content>
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    <title>fool_on_the_hil @ 2005-04-25T08:43:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-25T12:54:45Z</published>
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    <content type="html">drama wheres my fucking drama... i want soem fucking drama so if you fucks dont give me some fucking drama ima gonna go fuck shit ass bananasaaas on your fool assesssss. im done with this shit ass fuck shit &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok lets check the equation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no names to make sure everybody knows im to angry to be specific  +  the word fuck alot and various other swear words + me saying im done with this shit = how everybody seems to do there live journal drama  up in hure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but seriously how come i never has drama&lt;br /&gt;hey hey i got a plan oooooohhhh ahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;ima start drama with the all powerfull nick kernick i hate that prick if he ever reads this he can suck my dick. when the girlies comes around he surely makes em sick. so sit back ima relax and wacht nick scrim under the spot light well i down a six pack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what now mother fuckers shit has hit the fan and i am loving it... and i finaly got off my chest how i feel about mr kernick</content>
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