<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-2802325205897655299</id><updated>2024-11-08T06:53:54.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, Hillary.</title><subtitle type='html'>:3</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hromdash323.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2802325205897655299/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hromdash323.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>PhantomGirl323</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16968208997040248271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBkVuCYAdW1RiOEjrf8j9EPd9HMBwHGJ6NeQkEPE2yBS46l_cp4WaYPlczA0ybjW9VzjBjUJq5YPU9nBfoRxd0CdNZks0aL3PlEqkkD2CHJvER4xAmZMJ50SxjrBdqbhU/s220/226541_2017348471489_1177196499_32446900_2981587_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802325205897655299.post-7087033062708861144</id><published>2011-11-03T20:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T20:53:42.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wonder!</title><content type='html'>I wonder if it is possible to drive yourself insane? How could one go about doing something like that? Fasting and shit? Or what?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hromdash323.blogspot.com/feeds/7087033062708861144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hromdash323.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-wonder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2802325205897655299/posts/default/7087033062708861144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2802325205897655299/posts/default/7087033062708861144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hromdash323.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-wonder.html' title='I wonder!'/><author><name>PhantomGirl323</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16968208997040248271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBkVuCYAdW1RiOEjrf8j9EPd9HMBwHGJ6NeQkEPE2yBS46l_cp4WaYPlczA0ybjW9VzjBjUJq5YPU9nBfoRxd0CdNZks0aL3PlEqkkD2CHJvER4xAmZMJ50SxjrBdqbhU/s220/226541_2017348471489_1177196499_32446900_2981587_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802325205897655299.post-4081415911555372778</id><published>2011-08-28T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T09:28:01.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First I Met Nebula</title><content type='html'>While perched upon my widow&#39;s peak,&lt;br /&gt;
So strewn with tears, I couldnt speak&lt;br /&gt;
I wound me up to make the pitch&lt;br /&gt;
but broke my line, to make a ditch.&lt;br /&gt;
Soft words so sweet and ripe with years&lt;br /&gt;
Nebula spoke, and calmed my fears.&lt;br /&gt;
She spoke of hope and love and song.&lt;br /&gt;
She made me feel that I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;You fear too much, there is no dark.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Somewhere afar, I heard a lark.&lt;br /&gt;
I turned to her and said with shame,&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Im just afraid Ill stay the same.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Her skin so pale, her hyacinth hair&lt;br /&gt;
she spoke, and said &quot;Ill always be there.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
There was the doubt stuck in my mind&lt;br /&gt;
Her words were poison, or were they kind?&lt;br /&gt;
I took my chance, I took my leap&lt;br /&gt;
But death&#39;s rewards werent mine to reap.&lt;br /&gt;
I lay awake, this room so light&lt;br /&gt;
so clean and cool, with walls of white.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hromdash323.blogspot.com/feeds/4081415911555372778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hromdash323.blogspot.com/2011/08/first-i-met-nebula.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2802325205897655299/posts/default/4081415911555372778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2802325205897655299/posts/default/4081415911555372778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hromdash323.blogspot.com/2011/08/first-i-met-nebula.html' title='First I Met Nebula'/><author><name>PhantomGirl323</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16968208997040248271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBkVuCYAdW1RiOEjrf8j9EPd9HMBwHGJ6NeQkEPE2yBS46l_cp4WaYPlczA0ybjW9VzjBjUJq5YPU9nBfoRxd0CdNZks0aL3PlEqkkD2CHJvER4xAmZMJ50SxjrBdqbhU/s220/226541_2017348471489_1177196499_32446900_2981587_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>