<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584065</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:40:00.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>strange</title><subtitle type='html'>my thoughts as they happen</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crucified.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584065/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crucified.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11264055070258185340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584065.post-77917083</id><published>2002-06-18T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-18T20:01:51.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>here i sit alone in the dark&lt;br /&gt;trying to trsut my mind&lt;br /&gt;if only i could see that light in the dark&lt;br /&gt;maybe then id have no place to hide.&lt;br /&gt;but hiding is me, my life incomplete&lt;br /&gt;i try to live, but i dont succeed&lt;br /&gt;i follow the messenger of what has to be&lt;br /&gt;darkness falls, overcoming me.&lt;br /&gt;now once again i sit here alone&lt;br /&gt;sharing my thoughts, dead is the phone&lt;br /&gt;no power, no pride, no fear in my mind&lt;br /&gt;i am the one who is lost in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584065-77917083?l=crucified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584065/posts/default/77917083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584065/posts/default/77917083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crucified.blogspot.com/2002_06_16_archive.html#77917083' title=''/><author><name>charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11264055070258185340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584065.post-77916805</id><published>2002-06-18T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-18T19:55:16.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ive been sitting here thinking about my last post. why am i being so dramatic? i mean life shouldnt be taken this seriously, right? where along the line did i give up and become just another slave...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584065-77916805?l=crucified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584065/posts/default/77916805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584065/posts/default/77916805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crucified.blogspot.com/2002_06_16_archive.html#77916805' title=''/><author><name>charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11264055070258185340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584065.post-77916575</id><published>2002-06-18T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-18T19:49:38.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>life as i think about it seems less and less attractive. why is this? whats the point of life when most people think life is a joke? personally dont like jokes. personally i dont like life. i dont recall every actually asking to be born... so the question of the day for me is: why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584065-77916575?l=crucified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584065/posts/default/77916575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584065/posts/default/77916575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crucified.blogspot.com/2002_06_16_archive.html#77916575' title=''/><author><name>charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11264055070258185340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
