<?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-6482741646037779859</id><updated>2024-09-25T00:45:09.766+03:00</updated><category term="advice"/><category term="family"/><category term="fashion"/><category term="fights"/><category term="problems"/><category term="weird"/><title type='text'>Life Slackers</title><subtitle type='html'>The Laziest Blog There Is!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslackers.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482741646037779859/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslackers.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482741646037779859/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03401136809459782548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482741646037779859.post-333886985984384114</id><published>2014-10-27T13:20:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2014-10-27T13:20:21.354+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A long time ago, it was Today. Yet tomorrow will never happen as it will be Today, tomorrow. Today came and passed already, but it&#39;s Today again. We&#39;re stuck in Today, be it yesterday or tomorrow. </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslackers.blogspot.com/feeds/333886985984384114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslackers.blogspot.com/2014/10/a-long-time-ago-it-was-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482741646037779859/posts/default/333886985984384114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482741646037779859/posts/default/333886985984384114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslackers.blogspot.com/2014/10/a-long-time-ago-it-was-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03401136809459782548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482741646037779859.post-8231471838076650630</id><published>2012-10-14T02:43:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2012-10-14T02:43:37.432+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Beyond silver</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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How hard can it be to reach an agreement with yourself?&lt;/div&gt;
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To succumb to your own wishes, desires and lust.&lt;/div&gt;
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Is there a struggle between Lucifer and Michael himself,&lt;/div&gt;
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The light to save you from darkness, once again?&lt;/div&gt;
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How hard can it be, to be afraid of your own perfection?&lt;/div&gt;
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Never to look beyond the surface of a mirror again.&lt;/div&gt;
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The shadow of the past has no reflection&lt;/div&gt;
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Neither does the future, nor does your destiny...&lt;/div&gt;
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The only image in the mirror, is your own fear of the present.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslackers.blogspot.com/feeds/8231471838076650630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslackers.blogspot.com/2012/10/beyond-silver.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482741646037779859/posts/default/8231471838076650630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482741646037779859/posts/default/8231471838076650630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslackers.blogspot.com/2012/10/beyond-silver.html' title='Beyond silver'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03401136809459782548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482741646037779859.post-5949462999981041045</id><published>2012-10-01T12:47:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2012-10-01T12:47:35.035+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Unnamed 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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Pray to your God and
beg him for mercy,&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Believe in your soul,
and sell it for mercy.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;For I, will watch and laugh at your blindness.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;You, fools, shall be happy; it says so in the Bible.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Pray to your God and
beg him for heaven&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I will watch from the
middle of hell, my Eden.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslackers.blogspot.com/feeds/5949462999981041045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslackers.blogspot.com/2012/10/unnamed-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482741646037779859/posts/default/5949462999981041045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482741646037779859/posts/default/5949462999981041045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslackers.blogspot.com/2012/10/unnamed-2.html' title='Unnamed 2'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03401136809459782548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482741646037779859.post-2745222936549768393</id><published>2012-08-24T02:49:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2012-11-02T00:12:58.792+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dar tu?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Ce ai face,&lt;/div&gt;
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Daca ai putea fi timp?&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
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Oare te vei juca din nou&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
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In nisipurile copilariei?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
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Ai striga sa sune in ecou&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
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Numele la toate jucariile?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
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Ce ai face,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
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Daca ai putea fi timp?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
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Ai mai merge prin lume,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
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Ghidat de legi si constiinta?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
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Ai mai cinta celorlalti pe strune?&lt;/div&gt;
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Ai trai numai din dorinta?&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
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Daca ai putea fi timp,&lt;/div&gt;
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ce ai face?&lt;/div&gt;
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Vei muri&lt;/div&gt;
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sau vei trai vesnic, in chin si pace?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslackers.blogspot.com/feeds/2745222936549768393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslackers.blogspot.com/2012/08/dar-tu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482741646037779859/posts/default/2745222936549768393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482741646037779859/posts/default/2745222936549768393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslackers.blogspot.com/2012/08/dar-tu.html' title='Dar tu?'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03401136809459782548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482741646037779859.post-8095356294801418554</id><published>2012-08-23T23:49:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2012-08-24T02:53:19.302+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Void</title><content type='html'>You know... actually you don&#39;t, some of you may know, most of you don&#39;t but out there, far far away, there is something called The Void. Yes, the void still exists even though the space is now filled with tiny Boson particle thingies, The Void still exists, and I am going to tell you his or her story.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am Void&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;It was neither a warm summer night, neither a cold winter morning. It wasn&#39;t a golden rain of autumn leaves, dancing downward somewhere in Central Park... and now you are waiting for a spring metaphor or something, aren&#39;t you? You actually expected me to enumerate a well known truth, a cliche if I must, about the fourth season. Well I won&#39;t, not because it&#39;s spring ( it&#39;s actually not spring), but because I just don&#39;t want to cling on to visual metaphors in order to trigger some beautiful high-school or kindergarten memory of yours that will automatically make you approve of my point. I WANT to make YOU think. Don&#39;t recall images of the past, Make Them Up. IMAGINE. 
Now that I got you thinking, imagine a void. How is that for a visual? Do you &#39;see&#39; darkness? You cannot see darkness, that&#39;s impossible. You cannot see something that doesn&#39;t reflect, deflect, refract, disperse, etc. Light. Oh, did I say Light? It&#39;s all bright and sunny right now isn&#39;t it? Too bad, back to the Void. There is no sound, there is no light ( everybody likes light, I&#39;m sorry, maybe later), there is no stimuli for your 5 senses.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;5 senses, did I trigger something else? Ahh, the 6th sense, right? Well tell me, does Void make you afraid? &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;It makes ME afraid, and that is strange, because something that basically does not Exist, makes me afraid of it. Funny how this works. Anyways, back to me.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;It was Void, and I was lying in this void, it was enveloping me, replacing my thoughts and it was screaming in my ears, but yet it made no sound.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Void was possessing my being, tainting my soul with it&#39;s absence of structure, of matter, and I allowed it to.&lt;br /&gt;
I allowed the Void to become me, I allowed myself to be replaced by nothing, but maybe I already did not exist, so Void just filled my inexistence with a definition? Void defined me as part of this world, even though I wasn&#39;t part of it.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;It is nice to exist and yet to not, it makes you... Think.
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&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslackers.blogspot.com/feeds/8095356294801418554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslackers.blogspot.com/2012/08/i-am-void.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482741646037779859/posts/default/8095356294801418554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482741646037779859/posts/default/8095356294801418554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslackers.blogspot.com/2012/08/i-am-void.html' title='I am Void'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03401136809459782548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482741646037779859.post-3096735357136610602</id><published>2012-04-17T10:50:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2012-08-24T01:27:05.593+03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bat and the Cigarette</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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The Bat and the Cigarette&lt;/h2&gt;
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I was drawn to the
dim light&lt;/div&gt;
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For i did not know
the source of it&lt;/div&gt;
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She drew me towards
her height&lt;/div&gt;
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And I flew amazed of
the power of her wit&lt;/div&gt;
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She sparkled, dimmed
and light up again&lt;/div&gt;
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As if playing with my
earthly desire&lt;/div&gt;
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Deceiving my sense,
my being entire&lt;/div&gt;
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For I was in her
palms as small as a grain&lt;/div&gt;
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She danced in the
night, &lt;/div&gt;
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Leaving but a trace
of light&lt;/div&gt;
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I followed...
astonishing!&lt;/div&gt;
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Yet the night started
vanishing&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;
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She was but a
cigarette in someone else’s hand&lt;/div&gt;
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Her dance was not her
own&lt;/div&gt;
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It was not her stage,
not her land&lt;/div&gt;
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And he used her,
consumed her to the bone…&lt;/div&gt;
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He tossed her but to
draw another&lt;/div&gt;
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From the pack of his
puppets&lt;/div&gt;
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For him, she was like
every other&lt;/div&gt;
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But I was still in
love&lt;/div&gt;
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In love with her
illusions&lt;/div&gt;
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and delusions&lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslackers.blogspot.com/feeds/3096735357136610602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslackers.blogspot.com/2012/04/bat-and-cigarette.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482741646037779859/posts/default/3096735357136610602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482741646037779859/posts/default/3096735357136610602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslackers.blogspot.com/2012/04/bat-and-cigarette.html' title='The Bat and the Cigarette'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03401136809459782548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482741646037779859.post-2761299034286675576</id><published>2011-01-31T16:49:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T16:49:16.181+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>There is no Life in souless beings&lt;br /&gt;
there is no Life in what we call a stone&lt;br /&gt;
But is there something beyond our seeings&lt;br /&gt;
Is there something beyond solid domes?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There is no hope for those who cannot Live&lt;br /&gt;
there is no mercy in the hearts of the cold&lt;br /&gt;
I wonder, what if we are our whole to give&lt;br /&gt;
So that we loose ourselves and be tagged as sold.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sold my soul to the devil&lt;br /&gt;
In exchange for some rhymes.&lt;br /&gt;
Now I am beyond your level&lt;br /&gt;
And all i hear is the heaven&#39;s chymes&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sold my soul to some angel&lt;br /&gt;
For the fountain of youth&lt;br /&gt;
Just an old archangel&lt;br /&gt;
Searching for the truth.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslackers.blogspot.com/feeds/2761299034286675576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslackers.blogspot.com/2011/01/life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482741646037779859/posts/default/2761299034286675576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482741646037779859/posts/default/2761299034286675576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslackers.blogspot.com/2011/01/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03401136809459782548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482741646037779859.post-292169708190323175</id><published>2010-09-11T12:02:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T12:02:16.923+03:00</updated><title type='text'>inspired by Linkin park - the requiem</title><content type='html'>I see distortioned realities through the fires of hell&lt;br /&gt;
 and the smoke of the sun. Reality is vague, everything is abyss, &lt;br /&gt;
what this reality that I truly miss. &lt;br /&gt;
Do I live in a stone, do I live in a leaf, &lt;br /&gt;
do I live the passions of a kiss. &lt;br /&gt;
Is it sincere whats there, the illusion of sin, I&lt;br /&gt;
s it really what was, is it real what will be. &lt;br /&gt;
Perhaps a adream is a way that we follow blindly, &lt;br /&gt;
perhaps the road that leads to nowhere, sadly. &lt;br /&gt;
Nowhere is here, everywhere is home, &lt;br /&gt;
I am nowhere and I want to go home. &lt;br /&gt;
For the sins of our father, for the sins of our sons.&lt;br /&gt;
May we burn in the fires of our lovely suns.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslackers.blogspot.com/feeds/292169708190323175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslackers.blogspot.com/2010/09/inspired-by-linkin-park-requiem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482741646037779859/posts/default/292169708190323175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482741646037779859/posts/default/292169708190323175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslackers.blogspot.com/2010/09/inspired-by-linkin-park-requiem.html' title='inspired by Linkin park - the requiem'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03401136809459782548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482741646037779859.post-6566817490531301608</id><published>2010-07-15T23:59:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2012-10-05T12:21:26.578+03:00</updated><title type='text'>GOOD vs G[O]D and EVIL vs [D]EVIL</title><content type='html'>Who ever said that Gods are immortals?&lt;br /&gt;
That they live forever in a reign between portals&lt;br /&gt;
They are human, like any of us&lt;br /&gt;
They are history, they also turn to dust&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Who ever said that God is only one?&lt;br /&gt;
That one is supreme and it has become&lt;br /&gt;
Absolute value above misconceptions&lt;br /&gt;
Perhaps the answer is within deceptions&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There is an answer to all of these questions&lt;br /&gt;
One good answer, no more suggestions&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;
The truth can no
longer reside in stealth&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;
For we are the
mortal Gods of the universe within oneself.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslackers.blogspot.com/feeds/6566817490531301608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslackers.blogspot.com/2010/07/good-vs-good-and-evil-vs-devil.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482741646037779859/posts/default/6566817490531301608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482741646037779859/posts/default/6566817490531301608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslackers.blogspot.com/2010/07/good-vs-good-and-evil-vs-devil.html' title='GOOD vs G[O]D and EVIL vs [D]EVIL'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03401136809459782548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482741646037779859.post-250879290365754846</id><published>2010-05-05T21:51:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T21:51:01.355+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Imi place sa visez</title><content type='html'>Imi place sa visez&lt;br /&gt;
Pentru ca in vis sunt liber&lt;br /&gt;
Imi place sa visez&lt;br /&gt;
Pentru ca in vis sunt eu&lt;br /&gt;
Pentru ca in viata e prea greu&lt;br /&gt;
Pentru ca in vis pot sa zbor&lt;br /&gt;
Pentru ca in viata imi e dor&lt;br /&gt;
Pentru ca in vis pot sa iubesc&lt;br /&gt;
Pentru ca in viata, clipe cersesc&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Imi place sa visez&lt;br /&gt;
Pentru ca in vis sunt fericit&lt;br /&gt;
Imi place sa visez&lt;br /&gt;
Pentru ca in vis pot sa imbratisez&lt;br /&gt;
Pentru ca in viata, prea des sfidez&lt;br /&gt;
Pentru ca in vis pot necontenit sa zambesc&lt;br /&gt;
Pentru ca in viata, incet,incet tampesc&lt;br /&gt;
Pentru ca in vis, eu pot sa visez&lt;br /&gt;
Pentru ca in viata, nu pot sa traiesc&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
IliketoDream because in my dreams I&#39;m with you</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslackers.blogspot.com/feeds/250879290365754846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslackers.blogspot.com/2010/05/imi-place-sa-visez.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482741646037779859/posts/default/250879290365754846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482741646037779859/posts/default/250879290365754846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslackers.blogspot.com/2010/05/imi-place-sa-visez.html' title='Imi place sa visez'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03401136809459782548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482741646037779859.post-7746458879813099196</id><published>2010-04-11T22:13:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T22:14:40.372+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate pens</title><content type='html'>I hate pens&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I never liked pens&lt;br /&gt;
And never did pens like me&lt;br /&gt;
I always befriended pencils&lt;br /&gt;
Charcoal, as grey as it must be&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I never understood pens&lt;br /&gt;
With their short-life ink&lt;br /&gt;
I always prefered pencils&lt;br /&gt;
With them I color life... white;blue;pink&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I never was a pen&lt;br /&gt;
With just one continuous thought&lt;br /&gt;
I always lose pencils&lt;br /&gt;
I wonder what&#39;s for dinner&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I like pencils</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslackers.blogspot.com/feeds/7746458879813099196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslackers.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-hate-pens.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482741646037779859/posts/default/7746458879813099196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482741646037779859/posts/default/7746458879813099196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslackers.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-hate-pens.html' title='I hate pens'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03401136809459782548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482741646037779859.post-8724776818436995641</id><published>2010-02-08T15:25:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T15:26:56.971+02:00</updated><title type='text'>For The Angel :x</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;LOVE IS MORE THAN JUST A DREAM&lt;br /&gt;
Instant, that’s how love appears&lt;br /&gt;
Perhaps randomly from soul to soul.&lt;br /&gt;
It’s the entity of being selfish,&lt;br /&gt;
Desireful, dreamy, although nothingness.&lt;br /&gt;
Feeling the lost of eternal love calls fears…&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Instant, that’s how feelings control.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Lean to the side of one’s mind, to discover the wish:&lt;br /&gt;
An ordeal of feelings that only souls caress.&lt;br /&gt;
I feel victory, at the sight of reject,&lt;br /&gt;
It sets me free endlessly, I vow to protect&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yet the number of loved ones falls&lt;br /&gt;
But only to show how much we miss&lt;br /&gt;
How to understand that love calls,&lt;br /&gt;
To all those forever lost in abyss.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Love is so much&lt;br /&gt;
More than just&lt;br /&gt;
a&lt;br /&gt;
. . . .&lt;br /&gt;
Dream&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It’s hidden so such&lt;br /&gt;
One’s mind must&lt;br /&gt;
Say:&lt;br /&gt;
. . . .&lt;br /&gt;
Or so may it seem… &lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslackers.blogspot.com/feeds/8724776818436995641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslackers.blogspot.com/2010/02/love-is-more-than-just-dream-instant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482741646037779859/posts/default/8724776818436995641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482741646037779859/posts/default/8724776818436995641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslackers.blogspot.com/2010/02/love-is-more-than-just-dream-instant.html' title='For The Angel :x'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03401136809459782548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482741646037779859.post-6303141868694094404</id><published>2009-12-12T20:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T20:05:42.473+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A moment for myself</title><content type='html'>Although the blog is sort of &quot;English only&quot; I&#39;ll still write this&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Cand...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Cand singuratatea isi face loc&lt;br /&gt;
Printre restul durerilor,&lt;br /&gt;
Cand se stinge al luminii foc&lt;br /&gt;
Si te pierzi in lumea tacerilor.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Cand singuratatea in inima bate.&lt;br /&gt;
Bate? Nu, Loveste!&lt;br /&gt;
Simplu te intinzi pe spate&lt;br /&gt;
Si te pierzi in neant, orbeste.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Te trezesti inconjurat de societate&lt;br /&gt;
Ce par doar simple umbre,&lt;br /&gt;
Printre idealurile candva in etate...&lt;br /&gt;
Acum sumbre&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Cand singuratatea isi face loc&lt;br /&gt;
Printre pierdute amintiri,&lt;br /&gt;
Cand dispare al lumii foc&lt;br /&gt;
Si totul devine nemuriri...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslackers.blogspot.com/feeds/6303141868694094404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslackers.blogspot.com/2009/12/moment-for-myself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482741646037779859/posts/default/6303141868694094404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482741646037779859/posts/default/6303141868694094404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslackers.blogspot.com/2009/12/moment-for-myself.html' title='A moment for myself'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03401136809459782548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482741646037779859.post-1462159665159632235</id><published>2009-12-11T18:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T18:29:43.997+02:00</updated><title type='text'>OH YEAA</title><content type='html'>Guess what?! Sheldon Time! For news, information, meetings and comic purchases visit &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.sheldoncomics.com/&quot;&gt;SheldonComics&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.sheldoncomics.com/strips/sd091211.gif&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://www.sheldoncomics.com/strips/sd091211.gif&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslackers.blogspot.com/feeds/1462159665159632235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslackers.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-yeaa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482741646037779859/posts/default/1462159665159632235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482741646037779859/posts/default/1462159665159632235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslackers.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-yeaa.html' title='OH YEAA'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03401136809459782548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482741646037779859.post-5997245396258617525</id><published>2009-12-06T13:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T13:20:25.251+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Don&#39;t try this!</title><content type='html'>I dare you not to see what &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.blogger.com/goog_1260098304238&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.220.ro/5979YAGxw8/Jos-Textila&quot;&gt;This Link&lt;/a&gt; is about!&lt;br /&gt;
C&#39;mon! I know you want to click this link, it&#39;s porn, or maybe it isn&#39;t! It could be inadequate! OMG! Maybe it&#39;s scaaarryyy! Maybe it&#39;s an episode from Happy Tree Friends?!&lt;br /&gt;
Why don&#39;t you try &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.220.ro/5979YAGxw8/Jos-Textila&quot;&gt;this Link?!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Don&#39;t do it if you are under 18! Parent control advised!!!&lt;br /&gt;
Don&#39;t !&lt;br /&gt;
Ok, do it...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslackers.blogspot.com/feeds/5997245396258617525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslackers.blogspot.com/2009/12/dont-try-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482741646037779859/posts/default/5997245396258617525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482741646037779859/posts/default/5997245396258617525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslackers.blogspot.com/2009/12/dont-try-this.html' title='Don&#39;t try this!'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03401136809459782548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482741646037779859.post-1084209363845533894</id><published>2009-12-06T13:11:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T13:11:59.579+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Screw it</title><content type='html'>Screw the previous post, i&#39;m not sorry anymore :D</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslackers.blogspot.com/feeds/1084209363845533894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslackers.blogspot.com/2009/12/screw-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482741646037779859/posts/default/1084209363845533894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482741646037779859/posts/default/1084209363845533894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslackers.blogspot.com/2009/12/screw-it.html' title='Screw it'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03401136809459782548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482741646037779859.post-2793925942162139159</id><published>2009-12-05T20:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T20:28:20.278+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Note</title><content type='html'>I&#39;m sorry&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m sorry for not posting&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m sorry for not answering&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m sorry for not being what others expect me to be&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m sorry for not meeting expectations&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m sorry for skipping over people requests&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m sorry for not finding the will in me to do everything put in front of me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m sorry for the fact that I&#39;m a little lazy&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m sorry for causing trouble to some&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m sorry for not being sorry enough&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m sorry for moving on too quick&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m sorry for not staying back&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m sorry for everything i never did&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m sorry</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslackers.blogspot.com/feeds/2793925942162139159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslackers.blogspot.com/2009/12/note.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482741646037779859/posts/default/2793925942162139159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482741646037779859/posts/default/2793925942162139159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslackers.blogspot.com/2009/12/note.html' title='Note'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03401136809459782548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482741646037779859.post-4589253936070412676</id><published>2009-11-29T20:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T14:35:41.749+02:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Stars: *****</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiQA52Lsr2EHwSmKsPyx7Uz-SIH3wjFWlzccDhfNSvsKr-fRzWFLdCSVnh825s6bjk0QozYGvq8Y6WN-VIz-wj7U954305CKzGLkmwRvLdJFBKHapHTtyvYTSLPGc2Nea5GMKw6MO-9ac/s1600/black&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiQA52Lsr2EHwSmKsPyx7Uz-SIH3wjFWlzccDhfNSvsKr-fRzWFLdCSVnh825s6bjk0QozYGvq8Y6WN-VIz-wj7U954305CKzGLkmwRvLdJFBKHapHTtyvYTSLPGc2Nea5GMKw6MO-9ac/s320/black&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;I thought, I thought I got her... no,&#39;It&#39;. I got &#39;It&#39; out of my system, &#39;It&#39; was just a phase! and I keep telling myself that! Nothing real, just a phase; Just A Phase! But how can that be true if &#39;It&#39; is back?! Maybe &#39;It&#39; was just asleep? Somewhere deep, somewhere out of reach, even for my soul. Hidden, in My heart: a place where even I can&#39;t dig. So &#39;It&#39; was asleep... how?... and.... Why? What did I do to put &#39;It&#39; to sleep? Because now that I&amp;nbsp; remember everything &#39;It&#39; put me through, i don&#39;t understand why &#39;It&#39; left. I didn&#39;t really do anything, no super-something happened to me to shake my emotional being, or, maybe something did.... &#39;It&#39; hurt me, &#39;It&#39; played games with &quot;me?&quot;. Was that evenme? How could I be so stupid back then?? Well, if that was &quot;me&quot; then who is &#39;I&#39;? What changed &quot;me&quot; into &#39;I&#39; ? Did &#39;It&#39; hurt me so much that &quot;me&quot; died and &#39;I&#39; was born? Perhaps, because that is what you get when you realize that all your emotional foundation was a bluff... yep, bluff, cause I can&#39;t think of another word for what she... &#39;It&#39; did to me. And now, &#39;It&#39; is back, like a disease, eating me inside out, &#39;I&#39; was sure I put &#39;It&#39; behind me, and that &quot;me&quot; was gone, but &quot;me&quot; is still in me, &#39;I&#39; was just a mask...&lt;br /&gt;
I love &#39;It&#39;, but I HATE &#39;IT&#39; MORE! I don&#39;t want those feelings!!! Why can&#39;t it all just leave me alone?!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslackers.blogspot.com/feeds/4589253936070412676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslackers.blogspot.com/2009/11/5-stars.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482741646037779859/posts/default/4589253936070412676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482741646037779859/posts/default/4589253936070412676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslackers.blogspot.com/2009/11/5-stars.html' title='5 Stars: *****'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03401136809459782548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiQA52Lsr2EHwSmKsPyx7Uz-SIH3wjFWlzccDhfNSvsKr-fRzWFLdCSVnh825s6bjk0QozYGvq8Y6WN-VIz-wj7U954305CKzGLkmwRvLdJFBKHapHTtyvYTSLPGc2Nea5GMKw6MO-9ac/s72-c/black" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482741646037779859.post-929032857297091205</id><published>2009-11-24T21:21:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T20:16:53.992+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Short WW 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Warning: This is for those who understand GAMER SLANG only! But it FRIKKIN ROCKS THOUGH!!! =)))&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.creepygif.com/image.php?i=429&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;http://www.creepygif.com/&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;image.php?i=429&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslackers.blogspot.com/feeds/929032857297091205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslackers.blogspot.com/2009/11/short-ww-2.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482741646037779859/posts/default/929032857297091205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482741646037779859/posts/default/929032857297091205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslackers.blogspot.com/2009/11/short-ww-2.html' title='Short WW 2'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03401136809459782548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482741646037779859.post-8711014558205553908</id><published>2009-11-24T18:49:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T18:49:57.855+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;BEHOLD!! The MANGA ME! (in my defense, the pic had a low resolution :D )&lt;br /&gt;
Courtesy of: &lt;a href=&quot;http://morph.cs.st-andrews.ac.uk/&quot;&gt;The Face Transformer &lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslackers.blogspot.com/feeds/8711014558205553908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslackers.blogspot.com/2009/11/behold-manga-me-in-my-defense-pic-had.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482741646037779859/posts/default/8711014558205553908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482741646037779859/posts/default/8711014558205553908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslackers.blogspot.com/2009/11/behold-manga-me-in-my-defense-pic-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03401136809459782548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482741646037779859.post-6241649898281400387</id><published>2009-11-20T21:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T19:28:26.586+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes, even question have doubts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://451heat.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/question-mark.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;http://451heat.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/question-mark.jpg&quot; width=&quot;213&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;Why must feelings feel so strong?&lt;br /&gt;
Can&#39;t it leave?! Stay, but not for long...&lt;br /&gt;
What?Why? should I feel, i&#39;m not sure.&lt;br /&gt;
Is it loneliness, nope, love, no idea, but there is no cure!&lt;br /&gt;
Could you tell me, who to do?&lt;br /&gt;
Or maybe better... what Not To!&lt;br /&gt;
I felt this before, but the memory is fading, i don&#39;t remember&lt;br /&gt;
I feel, somehow, much too close to one&#39;s December&lt;br /&gt;
Do I think? Or maybe it&#39;s my heart&lt;br /&gt;
that hurts, exploding apart&lt;br /&gt;
it liquefies, my body is prey&lt;br /&gt;
of a feeling, perhaps no one can explain&lt;br /&gt;
Can you...? Can You...?.... Stay?&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslackers.blogspot.com/feeds/6241649898281400387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslackers.blogspot.com/2009/11/sometimes-even-question-have-doubts.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482741646037779859/posts/default/6241649898281400387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482741646037779859/posts/default/6241649898281400387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslackers.blogspot.com/2009/11/sometimes-even-question-have-doubts.html' title='Sometimes, even question have doubts'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03401136809459782548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482741646037779859.post-5084137632602638958</id><published>2009-11-19T17:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T17:06:04.289+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Soul</title><content type='html'>I don&#39;t know why i write this, this could be something intimate, but i guess i trust my blog, yeah, i do trust my blog, because it can listen, has ears all over the world, and maybe this way...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Circle, Disc, perhaps Moon...&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m not sure, fixed my eyes, still too soon&lt;br /&gt;
White, or Gray, Silvery-Blue&lt;br /&gt;
Ray of light which none can undo&lt;br /&gt;
I Want to hold&lt;br /&gt;
More will to mold&lt;br /&gt;
Up There, in the Blue&lt;br /&gt;
Disc of infinity, perhaps Moon</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslackers.blogspot.com/feeds/5084137632602638958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslackers.blogspot.com/2009/11/broken-soul.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482741646037779859/posts/default/5084137632602638958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482741646037779859/posts/default/5084137632602638958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslackers.blogspot.com/2009/11/broken-soul.html' title='Broken Soul'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03401136809459782548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482741646037779859.post-7527743290997776959</id><published>2009-11-15T22:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T22:28:47.538+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake UP!</title><content type='html'>Found this question on Facebook: If you could wake up tomorrow anywhere in the world, where would it be?&lt;br /&gt;
It&#39;s a rather tricky question, well, I think i would wake up in Hawaii, or maybe somewhere in the Indian Ocean, also on an island, with warm water, and beaches, and stuff :)&lt;br /&gt;
How about you?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslackers.blogspot.com/feeds/7527743290997776959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslackers.blogspot.com/2009/11/wake-up.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482741646037779859/posts/default/7527743290997776959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482741646037779859/posts/default/7527743290997776959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslackers.blogspot.com/2009/11/wake-up.html' title='Wake UP!'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03401136809459782548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482741646037779859.post-5695582055087573217</id><published>2009-11-13T22:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T22:35:28.354+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I&#39;m Also SMART :)</title><content type='html'>Thanks to a post on a blog i use to read i was able to find that I &quot;enter&quot; the 2% of the global population that are able to solve Einstein&#39;s Riddle ( &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.bahabuha.com/tests/109-esti-destept.html&quot;&gt;The riddle in romanian&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.manbottle.com/trivia/einstein_s_riddle&quot;&gt;Riddle in English&lt;/a&gt;), it is said that the rest 98% can;t solve it. Well, can YOU solve it? post an answer if you can :P</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslackers.blogspot.com/feeds/5695582055087573217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslackers.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-also-smart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482741646037779859/posts/default/5695582055087573217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482741646037779859/posts/default/5695582055087573217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslackers.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-also-smart.html' title='I&#39;m Also SMART :)'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03401136809459782548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482741646037779859.post-5515626717716819410</id><published>2009-11-09T13:52:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T16:22:29.980+02:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT THE FUCK?!</title><content type='html'>Seriously? WTF?!&lt;br /&gt;
Kerri-luv-wif-u says:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Googgle iz nufin if yu got a fox&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; *&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; annipuss says:&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Congrats, Kerri! Ur nawt sekund offen seamz 2 sho up affer Ai fink Ai haz got teh tawp spot!&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; o&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Kerri-luv-wif-u says:&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; yu iz hards tu beet annipuss :) yu gots fazt fingerz&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; +&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Kerri-luv-wif-u says:&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ai gots bak frum wurk jus in tyme tu ;)&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; #&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; gremlin says:&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Congrats, Kerri-luv! Yoo is on teh verreh tawp of teh LOL! Way to go!&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; *&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Kerri-luv-wif-u says:&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; *luks down frum teh top* dats a lawng wai down *getts liddle dizzeh* afinkso ai nawt luk down enymore&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; o&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; gremlin says:&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; *nods* I has seen this befoar, this FearOfOhaiPlaces. Pleez nawt to luk down and yoo’ll be OK!&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; *gits peeplol-catchy-thing reddy, justin case*&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; *puts up warning sines arownd teh area, also justin case*&lt;br /&gt;
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