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   <title>六乱</title>
   <description><![CDATA[我是.<br /><br />D.u.r.<br /><br />不明白其意思.我也一样.<br /><br />只是喜欢大声的.告诉人家.3个分开的字母.就像被撕裂了一样.生疼生疼.<br /><br />关于我.资料里了解.<br /><br />跟大家握手!<br /><!--sp--><div class="relpost"><br/><h3>随机文章：</h3><div><a href="http://durdur.blogbus.com/logs/21555717.html">五乱</a> 2008-05-24</div><div><a href="http://durdur.blogbus.com/logs/20701488.html">四乱</a> 2008-05-11</div><div><a href="http://durdur.blogbus.com/logs/18512505.html">三乱</a> 2008-04-07</div><div><a href="http://durdur.blogbus.com/logs/18129258.html">二乱</a> 2008-04-02</div><div><a href="http://durdur.blogbus.com/logs/18094746.html">一乱</a> 2008-04-02</div></div><div class="addfav"><br />收藏到：<span class= "delicious"><a href="http://delicious.com/save?url=http%3A%2F%2Fdurdur.blogbus.com%2Flogs%2F21912867.html&title=%E5%85%AD%E4%B9%B1">Del.icio.us</a></span></div>]]></description>
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   <pubDate>Thu, 29 May 2008 20:22:06 +0800</pubDate>
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   <title>五乱</title>
   <description><![CDATA[我突然想起了音乐&mdash;&mdash;以及前所未有的迷茫.<br /><br />一个城市孩子的尖叫.<br /><br />是令人恐惧及心疼的.<br /><br />下意识的习惯.在那个被我叫做爸爸的人打开房门的瞬间.关掉电脑屏幕.即使是学习.<br /><br />就像讨厌自残.却迷恋血液涌出的气息.<br /><br />就像讨厌吸烟喝酒.却着迷研究停留于身体里的回荡.<br /><br />一个正在走向被讨厌角色的孩子.一个开始不被关注的孩子.一个神经开始疯狂自我的孩子.<br />...<!--sp--><div class="relpost"><br/><h3>随机文章：</h3><div><a href="http://durdur.blogbus.com/logs/21912867.html">六乱</a> 2008-05-29</div><div><a href="http://durdur.blogbus.com/logs/20701488.html">四乱</a> 2008-05-11</div><div><a href="http://durdur.blogbus.com/logs/18512505.html">三乱</a> 2008-04-07</div><div><a href="http://durdur.blogbus.com/logs/18129258.html">二乱</a> 2008-04-02</div><div><a href="http://durdur.blogbus.com/logs/18094746.html">一乱</a> 2008-04-02</div></div><div class="addfav"><br />收藏到：<span class= "delicious"><a href="http://delicious.com/save?url=http%3A%2F%2Fdurdur.blogbus.com%2Flogs%2F21555717.html&title=%E4%BA%94%E4%B9%B1">Del.icio.us</a></span></div>]]></description>
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   <pubDate>Sat, 24 May 2008 22:57:55 +0800</pubDate>
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   <title>四乱</title>
   <description><![CDATA[盛夏已经到来.也是我最讨厌的季节.<br /><br />黏稠的汗液堵塞住欲想呼吸的毛孔.布满全身.一度被汗水浇湿的头发顺从的紧贴住脖子.背后衣服接近透明.不寒而栗.<br /><br />每天还得在暴晒的太阳下做广播体操上体育课.跑步跳远.男生更是打篮球.<br /><br />那种感觉.就像是被人强行剥去了衣服.裸露在太阳下.<br /><br />恶心至极.<br /><br />更是讨厌一个浑身汗水跑到我跟前的人.强烈的几乎让我窒息的气流.脏兮兮的手伸出来.唯恐不及的躲避.<br />...<!--sp--><div class="relpost"><br/><h3>随机文章：</h3><div><a href="http://durdur.blogbus.com/logs/21912867.html">六乱</a> 2008-05-29</div><div><a href="http://durdur.blogbus.com/logs/21555717.html">五乱</a> 2008-05-24</div><div><a href="http://durdur.blogbus.com/logs/18512505.html">三乱</a> 2008-04-07</div><div><a href="http://durdur.blogbus.com/logs/18129258.html">二乱</a> 2008-04-02</div><div><a href="http://durdur.blogbus.com/logs/18094746.html">一乱</a> 2008-04-02</div></div><div class="addfav"><br />收藏到：<span class= "delicious"><a href="http://delicious.com/save?url=http%3A%2F%2Fdurdur.blogbus.com%2Flogs%2F20701488.html&title=%E5%9B%9B%E4%B9%B1">Del.icio.us</a></span></div>]]></description>
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   <pubDate>Sun, 11 May 2008 12:05:14 +0800</pubDate>
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   <title>三乱</title>
   <description><![CDATA[越来越不知道.是自己水平下降了.还是真的江郎才尽.<br /><br />明明是自己最想表达的.写出来后却剪刀一堆怪异.真是被称为无病呻吟的文字.<br /><br />到底怎么了.<br /><br />自己还是停留在原地.望着红灯张望.想留下空白记忆又胆小自己负荷超重的身体.一度拿起笔.不停地写.不停地写.<br /><br />或许现在是我最无助的时候.因此不停依靠陌生人的力量.不停抑郁症般发病的麻烦陌生人.<br /><br />懦弱的不适应.<br /><br />懦弱的等待审判....<!--sp--><div class="relpost"><br/><h3>随机文章：</h3><div><a href="http://durdur.blogbus.com/logs/21912867.html">六乱</a> 2008-05-29</div><div><a href="http://durdur.blogbus.com/logs/21555717.html">五乱</a> 2008-05-24</div><div><a href="http://durdur.blogbus.com/logs/20701488.html">四乱</a> 2008-05-11</div><div><a href="http://durdur.blogbus.com/logs/18129258.html">二乱</a> 2008-04-02</div><div><a href="http://durdur.blogbus.com/logs/18094746.html">一乱</a> 2008-04-02</div></div><div class="addfav"><br />收藏到：<span class= "delicious"><a href="http://delicious.com/save?url=http%3A%2F%2Fdurdur.blogbus.com%2Flogs%2F18512505.html&title=%E4%B8%89%E4%B9%B1">Del.icio.us</a></span></div>]]></description>
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   <pubDate>Mon, 07 Apr 2008 20:45:37 +0800</pubDate>
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   <title>二乱</title>
   <description><![CDATA[我一直在提及做作和矫情.其实这些都是人不可必备的.<br /><br />我每天都做作的生活.矫情的说人家.又或许我连它们的意思都不懂.真可悲.我想没有一个人是最真实的.面对自己的喜好.感情等等.如果可以说.做作也是真是的一面呢.<br /><br />我不是天生的悲观者也不是天生的乐观者.但面对事情时.常常有两个声音告诉我答案.而我通常选择悲之声.看到自己喜欢或者心想的事.又正好与它不同.便强迫自己学它.像它.久而久之.自己都不懂自己了.<br /><br />有时在想我是谁.我怎么会感受到现在的...<!--sp--><div class="relpost"><br/><h3>随机文章：</h3><div><a href="http://durdur.blogbus.com/logs/21912867.html">六乱</a> 2008-05-29</div><div><a href="http://durdur.blogbus.com/logs/21555717.html">五乱</a> 2008-05-24</div><div><a href="http://durdur.blogbus.com/logs/20701488.html">四乱</a> 2008-05-11</div><div><a href="http://durdur.blogbus.com/logs/18512505.html">三乱</a> 2008-04-07</div><div><a href="http://durdur.blogbus.com/logs/18094746.html">一乱</a> 2008-04-02</div></div><div class="addfav"><br />收藏到：<span class= "delicious"><a href="http://delicious.com/save?url=http%3A%2F%2Fdurdur.blogbus.com%2Flogs%2F18129258.html&title=%E4%BA%8C%E4%B9%B1">Del.icio.us</a></span></div>]]></description>
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   <pubDate>Wed, 02 Apr 2008 17:42:51 +0800</pubDate>
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   <title>一乱</title>
   <description><![CDATA[过了12点.我突然明白.什么是什么的什么.仅此我还留念懵懂.甚至可以说是无病呻吟的时光.写着娇柔做作的语句.虚荣心得到极大满足后.又做作的十分厌恶自己.真让我想吐.<br /><br />很烦.<br /><br />看着自己惨白冰冷的手在最早的明天开始飞跃的在键盘上敲击.像一只老鼠在白天怕被人打，如此胆小.突然想起自己看过很多的小说.似乎写手都有这个毛病.喜欢过了12点打字.喜欢绞尽脑汁去想一个十分琼瑶的句子好骗取读者的眼泪.<br /><br />有人说文字是美好的.有人说跟文字沾上边的孩子都是...<!--sp--><div class="relpost"><br/><h3>随机文章：</h3><div><a href="http://durdur.blogbus.com/logs/21912867.html">六乱</a> 2008-05-29</div><div><a href="http://durdur.blogbus.com/logs/21555717.html">五乱</a> 2008-05-24</div><div><a href="http://durdur.blogbus.com/logs/20701488.html">四乱</a> 2008-05-11</div><div><a href="http://durdur.blogbus.com/logs/18512505.html">三乱</a> 2008-04-07</div><div><a href="http://durdur.blogbus.com/logs/18129258.html">二乱</a> 2008-04-02</div></div><div class="addfav"><br />收藏到：<span class= "delicious"><a href="http://delicious.com/save?url=http%3A%2F%2Fdurdur.blogbus.com%2Flogs%2F18094746.html&title=%E4%B8%80%E4%B9%B1">Del.icio.us</a></span></div>]]></description>
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   <author>Dur</author>
   <pubDate>Wed, 02 Apr 2008 00:34:16 +0800</pubDate>
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