<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="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" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088975647488341751</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Thu, 19 Dec 2024 03:27:57 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Text</category><category>Diary</category><category>Music</category><category>Poetry</category><category>Story</category><category>Review</category><title>Painfully Well</title><description>Doug&#39;s life.</description><link>http://painfullywell.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Douglas Barney)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088975647488341751.post-6156134209340576056</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Jul 2014 18:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-07-03T13:11:03.060-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Diary</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Story</category><title>&quot;Meu coração ta disparado. It feels like butterflies in my stomach.&quot; 3.7</title><atom:summary type="text">Tweet



11:01 AM - July, 3rd - 2013 - &quot;I&#39;m at ibis budget.&quot;;
11:06 AM - July, 3rd - 2013 - &quot;Okaaay *--*&quot;;
11:13 AM - July, 3rd - 2013 - &quot;Okay... May i leave now?&quot;
(...)
12:15 PM - July, 3rd - 2013 - &quot;Feliz?&quot;
12:20 PM - July, 3rd - 2013 - &quot;Demais...&quot;
12:21 PM - July, 3rd - 2013 - &quot;Foi tao bom assim?&quot;
12:21 PM - July, 3rd - 2013 - &quot;Foi real? Aconteceu mesmo?&quot;
(...)
12:52 PM - July 3rd - 2013 - &quot;</atom:summary><link>http://painfullywell.blogspot.com/2014/07/meu-coracao-ta-disparado-it-feels-like.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Geasy Lagos)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwvS5cLiSbS_sHXWuc1ahF1VSR8Ha65g36ZFqHzRdaxDJisZBfjS6FyXo3mNbtffOXN4z6mn9AjMbRzzlOrMBQZJSbqJrzTuEY3-qRC_I-tsjXcXTZ8z10KlZG3fHOtBeqZXbkWFa-Jnk/s72-c/20140510_155620-edit.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088975647488341751.post-7504980563063383056</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Jul 2014 13:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-07-03T13:26:31.774-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Diary</category><title>Love in an Elevator 3.7</title><atom:summary type="text">Tweet




I&#39;ve caught myself in that situation; the power was down and I couldn&#39;t help myself; I did her inside of that elevator; we were still making out when the power got back and I&#39;ve never knew exactly what happened; it was great, though, great company, great kiss, great sex and such a great life together after that; we were having lunch at a subway restaurant once and she asked me to sit </atom:summary><link>http://painfullywell.blogspot.com/2014/07/love-in-elevator-37.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Geasy Lagos)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrL-VNiVk1RdGhlGZkeKuzcNq3EjpdB2ktPh3o8TCDlEJ_brSH6CA1VgqZ5y9HSWXlZdqPkdXe-pv2AjTAc3BS8CKoAKyktjLTSqZ3YVmjAp3sWHTuOrTB0L6lz_Odwn0zSi05bSn8b-4/s72-c/RAWR.tif" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088975647488341751.post-7355621612764921171</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Jun 2014 20:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-06-23T15:10:05.949-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Story</category><title>The Travellers of the Red Flag Ship - Chap. One</title><atom:summary type="text">
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The most successful war, and probably the only one, a small country of a small cluster of island - in the west of Oceania - called Upolu has go into. It happened during the months of January and April of 1890 and killed 60% of the country’s army and injured permanently 20% - also a couple of horses, dogs and little monkeys, but they’ve still triumphed with the help from the whales</atom:summary><link>http://painfullywell.blogspot.com/2014/06/the-travellers-of-red-flag-ship-chap-one.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Geasy Lagos)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTnR_ffSkQe_mr5Li6NPNAFVKbhRgOUjm-Dpy_QRwafunLXN86QM4-EuWhPCt-QEzO8LedAkRM-3ENt2xKHjBe1jvOTb8o4RU9jjk78_hP8OcG3m1VqPo3hs6f52fxPHvoYIdf7nvlW7I/s72-c/Dougs+Something.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088975647488341751.post-7299142385956715165</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 May 2014 06:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-05-15T01:38:49.881-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Diary</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Text</category><title>wht r u made of ?</title><atom:summary type="text">Tweet






Weird. I can&#39;t feel my legs. What&#39;s all this? Well, certainly not a dream, that looks just like a nightmare, a perfect one, the one I&#39;m dying in the end, but it&#39;s still real life, with the whole part of dying and things, so what&#39;s all this about? to have fun? feel free to it. feel loved? to love someone? how sure can you be that you&#39;re not going to be hurt as soon as you turn your </atom:summary><link>http://painfullywell.blogspot.com/2014/05/wht-r-u-made-of.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Geasy Lagos)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6CTQfgtgEiprzNPcC5bxss-QRwy1kZ3_hzZQvAZLmhzZjBhf51ccwhd_ydrxdWIZGigVRed9h1Xj0qA7xFyZBrjROnhvUNaOcPFNs68oYnqQaWTBkK5J9hALVNjHYAILLaFTngR6-CpA/s72-c/myfavoritesmile.png" height="72" width="72"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088975647488341751.post-8500456510449814086</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Feb 2014 05:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-02-25T23:26:21.422-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Diary</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Music</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Review</category><title>We Outspoken</title><atom:summary type="text">Tweet



We Outspoken é uma banda canadense de rock que recém desembarcou em seu país após uma grande turnê na Europa/UK e fará três apresentações no Brasil, no mês de Março.

A recente turnê na europa rendeu além de várias fotos, um documentário de 1h30m com cenas dos shows e dos passeios da banda pelos pontos turisticos dos países que tocaram.






O primeiro single da banda &quot;I don&#39;t Know&quot; </atom:summary><link>http://painfullywell.blogspot.com/2014/02/we-outspoken.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Geasy Lagos)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW4C5Cy-hi0g2bQBDXUs5rFwWQ_DOMjXzwwmjweZGwBRMEPuyBwYm5AKeqgDaHzjaK_u8mXWY8eo2QY32Y6lkEZg8RyYJGIcJ3ITbMnSa_kOTw0wj2TK1Z-h5Q4EawU1aRTEtpJMKaLrQ/s72-c/Canada+Invasion+IV.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088975647488341751.post-8072733545691316945</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Feb 2014 04:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-05-15T01:45:51.194-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Diary</category><title>Stomachache.</title><atom:summary type="text">Tweet







Sometimes I
punch myself in the face, but I have to learn how to deal with this feeling. Is
it good this way? Is it going better? Well, I have cried quiet a lot, in silent,
without a single tear. It is the goddamn worst cry ever, the one from inside,
which lays down there, deep inside, on the bottom of my mind. The truth says I
am an asshole, the one unloved who deserves to die, but </atom:summary><link>http://painfullywell.blogspot.com/2014/02/stomachache.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Geasy Lagos)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9T93nzLA5FrrkMk1nV4sgLw46zNL3ZoPI-XBolxo2P12IfdM0WtqW9uxfC5ggPdrzHvCOrJwYUpGmo8-tGg2poTygcD6VXmgsbz2_9Do5s-k28HfX16PfTD3VQZAozssBISdH0e__iSQ/s72-c/Painfully+Well+-+Tunnel.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088975647488341751.post-802305559918546676</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Feb 2014 02:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-02-18T20:14:21.334-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Diary</category><title>I can feel death, can see its beady eyes.</title><atom:summary type="text">Tweet





&quot;All these things we&#39;ll one day swallow whole


And fade out again&quot;



&quot;Street Spirit (Fade Out)&quot; by Radiohead.



It seems like hearts have been broken.



The only voices I can identify inside of my head says &quot;STOP&quot; and another one that says &quot;TALKING&quot; - well, I don&#39;t know if they&#39;re combined, but I can&#39;t tell why I&#39;ve been so messed up.



Maybe she wasn&#39;t the sick one, maybe she got</atom:summary><link>http://painfullywell.blogspot.com/2014/02/i-can-feel-death-can-see-its-beady-eyes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Geasy Lagos)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTg7p6-SWgP2z-FJIFZga4sXlUxD6Xs0lBRRiMssEHY76pwA-8aIcXiXka5p5yWrP8nH6SUJk9I05a-vZyX8ItcSXHf94pkNRpCzfaSs5vzJ-F3vXfKj9v4PTxml_A8kqlfkLrwb9ncaQ/s72-c/Painfully+Well+-+Can&#39;t+feel+Much.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088975647488341751.post-5958942297335700825</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 Jan 2014 03:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-01-08T22:31:14.853-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Text</category><title>Screenplay</title><atom:summary type="text">Tweet




&quot;And... Action!&quot;



&quot;Easy boy, I&#39;m robbing you. This watch comes with me. Take it easy&quot;

&quot;Wait, that&#39;s being in my family for years, you can&#39;t do that, please.&quot;

&quot;Shut up!&quot;

&quot;Ju-just take it... Uh, just take something else.&quot;

&quot;I&#39;ve said, SHUT UP!&quot;

&quot;Well, then...&quot;

&quot;Woah, easy...&quot;

&quot;Take it, son of a bitch!&quot;

&quot;Stop it!&quot;

&quot;WHAT? STOP IT? YOU DESERVE WAY FUCKING MORE THAN THIS AND THAT, </atom:summary><link>http://painfullywell.blogspot.com/2014/01/screenplay.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Geasy Lagos)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGKDLZWrsfCZkCzeRyf6T4N1STCy3MzYqhgpUWGcWBUtm7NZUaxLW4CSXg1kxj-2fKVzroepBDhtNDDGXFBDzuHn_qXF2raCHukt4uDZQXc_agKwgaVrOfPSyc0l6nWCRmiU7FOruFTwg/s72-c/Painfully+Well+-+Nobody&#39;s+Home.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088975647488341751.post-8670586465588580393</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Dec 2013 03:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-12-17T21:30:38.599-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Poetry</category><title>I&#39;ve lost myself</title><atom:summary type="text">Tweet




Funny fact: I&#39;m tired of funny facts.

The more I fight, the more I clearly see the things going through my stomach and stabbing me just like a knife in a way that I just can&#39;t take it anymore. I don&#39;t know where or how I am and I hope somebody helps me with that, but I&#39;m still lost, inside of a dark and cold room, just waiting for someone to turn the lights on and lead me to the right </atom:summary><link>http://painfullywell.blogspot.com/2013/12/ive-lost-myself.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Geasy Lagos)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcBtRorDEPBDriBxNt8slFOm3K9rRLLMU2XrN7tbXKowa4cnsPauY_y1php5_Fwa1g6-NRbU4bL7ur6Jcb5EQovsCtznn4b_Tg6-J2fyrqa5M5DckmFewV7ELgnRn66xAu3DgjKKgGKxE/s72-c/Aliens.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088975647488341751.post-372561100055785798</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 Oct 2013 13:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-10-21T08:26:46.340-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Diary</category><title>Easy One. Tough One. Oct. 21st</title><atom:summary type="text">Tweet




It&#39;s been a time since I&#39;ve wrote a diary here and a lot of things happened from the last time I&#39;ve been here, in fact, mu life got twisted upside down, but it was in a very good way. My heart, once sick, is pleased and the only sickness that has on it, it&#39;s called love. I&#39;m luck I&#39;ve found someone who can really take care of me. Someone who had inspired a plenty of my latest posts.

</atom:summary><link>http://painfullywell.blogspot.com/2013/10/easy-one-tough-one-oct-21st.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Geasy Lagos)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX9IyLD2ZHEP6wBYE6zFU0cc34eiV77-RTqTKxTf6tScjz3M7jMnwUwWpUAsXnR2oAZAZhDUjHdeuRWfMCgsdLWZCvBtltHSeyp13qhYfFt36hDLsu1vFP4DCy4T78MIRe5Eb5q9J2Hn4/s72-c/Painfully+Well+-+Beach.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088975647488341751.post-2362632058148808547</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Sep 2013 06:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-09-30T01:05:17.635-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Music</category><title>Drain you to the bones.</title><atom:summary type="text">Tweet



One baby to another says: &quot;I&#39;m lucky to have met you, I don&#39;t care what you think, unless it is about me. It is now my duty to completely drain you. A travel through a tube and end up in your infection. chew your meat for you, pass it back and forth in a passionate kiss from my mouth to yours. I like you. With eyes so dilated, I&#39;ve become your pupil. You&#39;ve taught me everything without a</atom:summary><link>http://painfullywell.blogspot.com/2013/09/drain-you-to-bones.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Geasy Lagos)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088975647488341751.post-384231066459895001</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Sep 2013 05:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-09-30T00:38:31.669-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Text</category><title>Hold me .</title><atom:summary type="text">Tweet





-Yo&#39; better call me an ambulance.
-Uh... why?
-I don&#39;t know, I think I need a ride to the next hospital.
-Uh... why?
-You ask too much, my friend. I&#39;m sick here. Can&#39;t you see it?
-Yes.
-Wait... What? How?
-Your eyes... I don&#39;t know.
-Is there something wrong with my eyes?
-Yeah, weren&#39;t they green?
-Ye-yes... which color are they now?
-Kind of blu-blue... I mean, it seems a lil&#39; bit </atom:summary><link>http://painfullywell.blogspot.com/2013/09/hold-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Geasy Lagos)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFn8lNQW-5zuoCa1tWh4aEFGDy-m8DTTH441JkMm2LU2MUGLupiPOY_Qk4W5w1rI-JYMuVKLSxmGP6nQyzCFA3yDHVKvR1VA4sjeCg035duF-P6UhhdWFEkBJp2JP7IjfCorUx7DlvNPY/s72-c/Painfully+Well+-+Love+Ambulance.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088975647488341751.post-730934406953984466</guid><pubDate>Sun, 29 Sep 2013 17:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-09-30T00:38:31.676-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Text</category><title>I&#39;ve got to get this feeling off my chest </title><atom:summary type="text">Tweet


What am I doing tonight? I don&#39;t know for sure.Am I going home. It could be.I wish that I could drive myself to your place....and stay.
I wish that I was your first and main subject in all your conversations.Sometimes I really think I&#39;d love you even more if you had no friends.
...at all.
It hurts to think that I&#39;m this obsessed, again.Nice to meet you, honey. It&#39;s a pleasure to see </atom:summary><link>http://painfullywell.blogspot.com/2013/09/ive-got-to-get-this-feeling-off-my-chest.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Geasy Lagos)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyxTKjjEPii_QEt0PWH7MLCh_GmLyFp1YE0qI-LYu4-iYO2PO2OA4JjrcRu4nKrGVSJgDMMkUhCx0h0WYsjbyCdLVhBOD0CiUYq3RJFpQuk5UqIjL54NCqRUHAeZPtFckhbCKrejwMKbA/s72-c/Go+Home+Go.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088975647488341751.post-5202561756443080042</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 Sep 2013 00:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-09-30T00:38:31.673-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Text</category><title>always kit .</title><atom:summary type="text">Tweet



I should tattoo that on my skin. Should I? Is it enough to?

Fuck. 
I&#39;m sick.

What are you? What am I? Are we something? Do not try this ever again. This stupid act thing, you know? Why would you do something like that, is it causing me this pain? Thank you for the ride, but I&#39;m getting thinner.

It was not supposed to be the same, but the feeling is going on and on and I&#39;m enjoying the</atom:summary><link>http://painfullywell.blogspot.com/2013/09/always-kit.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Geasy Lagos)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZzElrObWjYNVgvSTduw1lm0FP932JnD3glyMEY8UfUMc_iOG_rTiDMmTdBcB8UYFRZjfR0bV4qrxdjIURs5yG7SAmIWbgt3Nn2Tdq601IbZKCPxhG0jKgOxkTA7ArmXu9oEwZ0NQxIk4/s72-c/What+if.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088975647488341751.post-598639335604020855</guid><pubDate>Tue, 30 Jul 2013 20:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-07-30T15:47:45.519-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Text</category><title>Enjoy it.</title><atom:summary type="text">Tweet




&quot;Why so silent? Hard to stay shut.&quot;



What the hell are you trying to say? I just can&#39;t enjoy silence, it always means bad things are coming and I&#39;m still complaining about every single thing I&#39;m seeing right now. I hate when you stop talk to me or when you seem not to care much about it. I want to talk about this. I want to hear you and I want to have a lil&#39; chat with your beautiful </atom:summary><link>http://painfullywell.blogspot.com/2013/07/enjoy-it.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Geasy Lagos)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcWlsZMhbZIa0iC5Gdl7-ZTe30nw78k35mQiLvlvQmctr2YDmcAaJcodQEW7_mWes4_yx39GLMU03KFm8_N9LCxfEMPoDuQGL1b3yUImbPjUr0K9x5cS2DAhLLVnS90sAEKHwRkqY4pzU/s72-c/Painfully+Well+-+Morrissey.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088975647488341751.post-7693119397787494827</guid><pubDate>Tue, 30 Jul 2013 01:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-07-29T20:52:06.319-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Text</category><title>A brand new start.</title><atom:summary type="text">Tweet


&quot;Não me leve a mal. Eu percebo a dor ao meu redor. Eu não tenho um coração tão duro assim, eu não sou algum tipo de monstro. Eu cometi erros, mas eu percebi antes de ser tarde demais.



A vida é tão cheia de surpresas.



Meus sonhos sempre foram abençoados, a maioria se realizou. E eu achei que eu já fui feliz o suficiente antes de ter sido infeliz por tempo demais. Eu pensei que eu não</atom:summary><link>http://painfullywell.blogspot.com/2013/07/a-brand-new-start.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Geasy Lagos)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9gTWwKyoyHkPs7F90Tggylw1fMMgi0pqLa7zjqEWH0iytDjMHojJAT3f5uSEzVityzkGzc8N5kmSkkOaFfvHrpEwOyQ4IqX7-y-_CWpP7QBlaaMVWAlRvOsk9IlpMS1bX2GdK768Vip0/s72-c/Painfully+Well+-+Kate.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088975647488341751.post-1641433932414905817</guid><pubDate>Mon, 29 Jul 2013 23:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-07-29T18:32:54.413-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Music</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Review</category><title>Songs we Sing, the playlist. #02</title><atom:summary type="text">Tweet



Talking about freedom.



“Be Free” by Papa Roach describes exactly the feeling it was starting to grow inside of me.




&quot;I woke up and I feel like shit. I don&#39;t remember last night; I&#39;m getting sick of this.” – The song starts with such good line and I could not believe the first time I woke up sure that something was wrong in my life. I felt like I should do something about. Finally, </atom:summary><link>http://painfullywell.blogspot.com/2013/07/talkingaboutfreedom.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Geasy Lagos)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQpMJmzDKYPP26VEjMAdJ0eqpFJWSnPQBtulUCkwMLDPHGsi20YNzNrgPlzugL62iySfNWcB6lCS5boXdaUdOs8AaugZPWNPLjpeOIWiCss8eEL-lfRGp6vdaRLXNP2ZEg8eOOSt1I8bI/s72-c/Painfully+Well+-+SP.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088975647488341751.post-3147870829432367355</guid><pubDate>Sun, 28 Jul 2013 16:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-07-28T11:12:24.962-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Diary</category><title>Long blond hair</title><atom:summary type="text">Tweet




Kurt Cobain on my shoulder.



Too much blond hair that I could not tell if it was male or female.

Too much blond hair, I saw at the bus window reflex, I saw it.

I saw Kurt Cobain on my shoulder, but it was she.

My little beautiful princess, in silence.



She kind of slept there.

Not a single word after a while, I thought she was sleeping.

After a long day, all the love we shared.</atom:summary><link>http://painfullywell.blogspot.com/2013/07/long-blond-hair.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Geasy Lagos)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAxXibhWes1B_WXGmMt5FKqNFNRqo0Kc4qyPfq3K4PQdfAFNW3rPV7w4IYM_W8kxhZ0LD991nhY9iowt_InkAdgrpqkj_9dKMJq5JUrrvnoQAnlUYlUuwfnas9jYudMt1DrHWo98tHXJQ/s72-c/Painfully+Well+-+Kurt+28-07.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088975647488341751.post-8392147187298431806</guid><pubDate>Sat, 27 Jul 2013 03:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-07-27T10:04:35.298-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Music</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Text</category><title>Songs we Sing, the playlist. #01</title><atom:summary type="text">Tweet





Life starts now.

Separated in acts.



First act: Daniel Johnston and no one else.

Every single act – except the first one, saved the fact Kurt Cobain used to wear a shirt in reference – should have a nirvana’s song. That is the way it will be ‘till I decide to cut the crap out of this.



Starts from the beginning.



Phase #01 – “Life Sucks Now!”

Hi, I think I’m Dave… Doug… no, </atom:summary><link>http://painfullywell.blogspot.com/2013/07/songswesing01.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Geasy Lagos)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg6WWc2fMbDrDQDHsOWRmWSfw6usC6xu4N3Fl3of9TPQTPe8SQ9lbf4c_ODEAFiC8kuUBdaWCMUycy26TbTKLS-DdaVEzT_cS8WSVGE6fP-iVMXL1hUX9Q0nWF2dNyiel9Cg5ntQmblJo/s72-c/Painfully+Well+-+Life+Now+001.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088975647488341751.post-7038253134795654163</guid><pubDate>Mon, 22 Jul 2013 21:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-07-22T17:08:59.424-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Story</category><title>&quot;18/07/2013, sem mais.&quot;</title><atom:summary type="text">Tweet







She looks me with a smile.




Last Thursday we met some of her friends, named here, for the purpose, Laura and Fred. A nice couple. Well dressed and funny talking. Fred was dressing a suit and glasses that made him looks just like a serious lawyer that he actually is. Laura was dressing some “adults” clothes and by “adults” I mean, high heels, soft make up and a black corselet.




</atom:summary><link>http://painfullywell.blogspot.com/2013/07/shelooksmewithasmile.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Geasy Lagos)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYFCR7gHRWzu1lDp6LOa-yT6iwslHo3Y0CaDBijfsR3JgegSQDvyWn3LeHdK-etMjpM6mLEKrINLil-G9hDNQ1tXQtI2XcBRa4dTUKgwxUh01FnkIDnCBsdWt_K15zR0CE_ULjT0aDlJ8/s72-c/Painfully+Well+-+The+Used.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total><georss:featurename>Curitiba - PR, República Federativa do Brasil</georss:featurename><georss:point>-25.4283563 -49.273251500000015</georss:point><georss:box>-25.8869903 -49.918698500000012 -24.9697223 -48.627804500000018</georss:box></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088975647488341751.post-787936137021776753</guid><pubDate>Mon, 03 Dec 2012 14:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-12-03T08:14:27.624-06:00</atom:updated><title>Clever Ways to Advertise</title><atom:summary type="text">Tweet



&quot;Dumb ways to die&quot; é uma campanha australiana que chama a atenção para um problema frequente na região: os acidentes nas linhas férreas, porém tratado de uma maneira bonitinha e até grudenta.



Em música, relatam diversas maneiras - estúpidas - de morrer e em vídeo, ilustram.



A ideia de algo mais &quot;infantil&quot; da agência McCann Erickson - criadora da ação - desligado de algo carregado </atom:summary><link>http://painfullywell.blogspot.com/2012/12/clever-ways-to-advertise.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Geasy Lagos)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihyB3YZ7VaKlaIWCQ-FYEyN1RhY_Jrbxp3jRjiS5Z1Z_R09-XVE1z_pxqzTYRQyWqlVuGXnPrYdmwimvQZVFsXbHWhJ2tAsvZt2jUCqvkDilnpcyvqHMsBZtkmY0oHyZo2HGcaMEmcON0/s72-c/dumbwaystodie.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088975647488341751.post-7027936066625737187</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 May 2011 20:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-27T15:08:35.826-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Music</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Review</category><title>Andróide Paranóico</title><atom:summary type="text">Tweet


&quot;Ambition makes you look pretty ugly
Kicking, squealing, Gucci little piggy&quot;
-Radiohead

Não aqui para puxar saco, mas para destacar uma das músicas mais brilhantes que já foram criadas nas duas últimas décadas. Radiohead consegue trazer uma sensação incrível,
através de uma simples música.

Simples não.
Uma fusão de outras três canções escritas pelos próprios integrantes,
um título </atom:summary><link>http://painfullywell.blogspot.com/2011/05/androide-paranoico.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Douglas Barney)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiybCMTRYCnmKWZaqJb4Sq-QzCXT9mG4iIJ9cgOUQkJckgsRhmpLkKUrZDszjYuUxjLSah1lDzY9uBEDBlqiVW2_MH8vCe-hJ1yGcqHlJONQE_hL0BGFMBm8iydicUfGxluFfOyOeW7a2ne/s72-c/paranoidandroid.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088975647488341751.post-5251044934483892313</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 May 2011 17:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-06T12:33:01.901-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Music</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Review</category><title>Move like this.</title><atom:summary type="text">Tweet


Já há um tempo venho acompanhando site de resenhas de discos,
tantos lançamentos novos quanto lançamentos antigos.
Venho me surpreendendo com a qualidade da música alternativa atual, ao redor do mundo.
Mas por vezes, novos lançamentos de bandas antigas me fazem cair aos prantos, emocionado.

Tendo seu penúltimo lançamento no ano de 1987, a banda Cars volta, então em 2011, com o lançamento</atom:summary><link>http://painfullywell.blogspot.com/2011/05/move-like-this.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Douglas Barney)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEvZpzsmt-Xt-UYdxIq-zs3inSGanSr4KhbV1EQI7j_q4to1aGhabkqMzqqDthkagT4X7Mlw0OYoWlyILq7YaJyQhyphenhyphenbN-Og0EZJtheLDUXTXss1SlY-NkPDroZh9YNk-22q5zVkv4uWUYf/s72-c/cars.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088975647488341751.post-6204542559550577135</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 May 2011 21:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-02T16:55:23.151-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Text</category><title>O homem que mudou os Estados Unidos</title><atom:summary type="text">Tweet


Há uma década, o então governo dos Estados Unidos da América, declarou guerra contra o terrorismo, tendo como estopim, o ataque ao World Trade Center e ao Pentágono,
no dia 21 de Setembro de 2001.
Ataques de responsabilidade do grupo fundamentalista-islã Al-Qaeda.

A guerra ainda não acabou, mas já tem um vencedor: Osama bin Laden, líder da Al-Qaeda.
Sim, o terrorismo venceu.

Desde o </atom:summary><link>http://painfullywell.blogspot.com/2011/05/o-homem-que-mudou-os-estados-unidos.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Douglas Barney)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG-4HTe6IxJ_qnmwOQLETojk5WKDM4hWXBIh3ESoBYSDVeSAwkbT_wR-oF82bOQuFSJTbXOtLkVk-Id7oH7Ii7sdVx__t664EyM3-vu_YwN-HtzKuIbJRfiM3n3th82OnBn-6lyZ1Ob0te/s72-c/osama.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088975647488341751.post-5654793307899181920</guid><pubDate>Wed, 13 Apr 2011 23:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-03T14:20:51.139-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Text</category><title>Get out of the closet.</title><atom:summary type="text">Tweet



Acerca de religiões e uma série de outras coisas
que vem me incomodando um tanto, nesses últimos dias.

Antes de tudo,
gostaría de alertar de que nada dito a seguir deve,
ao menos, ser levado em conta ao formar uma opinião.

Tome nota, apenas:
&quot;Todos os argumentos são válidos, mas nem todos estão certos.&quot;
&quot;Teoria e teoria são duas palavras diferentes, apesar da mesma grafia.&quot;
&quot;Expor sua </atom:summary><link>http://painfullywell.blogspot.com/2011/04/get-out-of-closet.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Douglas Barney)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrT46O6YcSVXRm3n6eeApDOcIDSzzqn3vBUYrLiVseCHD_rZjXv9VCp0Clycrl1yKAk8o0L7Oe7RHmYCXYK2X3IlaxHe3d2a4u2_i5AHjIqnUi3nt-nKMZNHNHTxqZuUiEq7_eRwPD2R_I/s72-c/religion.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>