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	<description>Frustrated Incorporated.</description>
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		<title>The Death of a King.</title>
		<description>As devastating as it is to me, and everyone else who admired Michael Jackson, this has been one shock-filled nightmare. But there's something I'd like to address.

It's how he died, exactly.

I'm not sure about the rest of you but I just feel like something isn't right. After the ambulances arrived ...</description>
		<link>http://amoureaux.net/?p=37</link>
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		<title>The World&#8217;s Greatest.</title>
		<description>I had just began falling asleep when my mother burst into my room and woke me up. She told me Michael was being rushed to the hospital, and I immediately turned the news on.
Mouth to mouth resusitation, sounding heart beats
intimidations

Michael, are you okay? (I don't know) Michael, are you okay? ...</description>
		<link>http://amoureaux.net/?p=33</link>
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		<title>Ghost of bitchniggas past.</title>
		<description>I grew up pretty much a girl amongst the dudes. I couldn't make myself care about the same shit other chicks cared about. I didn't wanna talk about sex, I didn't wanna talk about love, and I didn't see the need for the typical girly best friend relationship.

Didn't change until ...</description>
		<link>http://amoureaux.net/?p=29</link>
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		<title>My skin, is it starting to work for my benefit now?</title>
		<description>I have never had any pass of any sort because I'm white which just fucks my head up cause I hear it all the time. It's cause I'm white. What's cause I'm white!?? I can't get a fuckin' job, muthafuckas won't hire me for SHIT, and I make SURE I ...</description>
		<link>http://amoureaux.net/?p=27</link>
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		<title>Crackhead.</title>
		<description>You were my hero, kind of. You were the mom that I didn't have, the best friend I didn't have. You taught me how to love myself as a young woman, you taught me how to see beauty in myself. I could tell you anything and you never said shit ...</description>
		<link>http://amoureaux.net/?p=26</link>
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		<title>I miss shit like this.</title>
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		<link>http://amoureaux.net/?p=25</link>
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		<title>It smells like feet in here.</title>
		<description>In honor of recent events concerning Bush and shoes, I've decided to post up this little game that was forwarded to my e-mail(thanks, Dad.)  Do it for the lulz.
Have fun. 
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		<link>http://amoureaux.net/?p=19</link>
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		<title>The soothing light at the end of your tunnel&#8230;</title>
		<description>So, it snowed this year in New Orleans. It was pretty but as I watched it fall, I couldn't help but think of when it snowed December 25th, 2004  as I watched through the blinds of my window in my room. All of my friends wanted me to come ...</description>
		<link>http://amoureaux.net/?p=17</link>
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		<title>I&#8217;ll Shit On You!</title>
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		<link>http://amoureaux.net/?p=15</link>
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		<title>I&#8217;m your pimp, you&#8217;re my bitch.</title>
		<description>I'm the player turned exclusive after my first real heartbreak. I have the tendencies but I'm good at keeping that shit down. That's where my random apathy in relationships comes from. I've got the game to get anyone that I want but I really secretly just want to be left ...</description>
		<link>http://amoureaux.net/?p=11</link>
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