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title=''/><author><name>$hÃñdÃ®</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267867393180440916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj9eXr5IPc3eUR1QlWHl2tTZveDMEAou86688KUwplDnqEzvfIEG_-qGMipTNsugpjJ3bmdBtanttZ2-BEtBDtnrvDu307aEItSED7KCWZV3gGG6rCjNpuIrvUSvmbFrM/s220/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589610.post-3266084083201885897</id><published>2010-04-08T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T13:28:06.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a new world order has silently been raising its head in the background...&lt;br /&gt;be prepared..</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589610/posts/default/3266084083201885897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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intended)!!&lt;br /&gt;the refuelling process has started as i&#39;ve stumbled upon a motherload of souls here to fill my tank up till the next loonyverse and beyond!&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589610/posts/default/3465582972545855847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589610/posts/default/3465582972545855847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormchaserfromhell.blogspot.com/2009/12/entropy-has-taken-over-my-perpetual.html' title=''/><author><name>$hÃñdÃ®</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267867393180440916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' 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/&gt;the rendezvous that followed was attended to by a group of elves and pixies and a whole lot of stardust in the vacuum around them.&lt;br /&gt;it was nothing short of magik.&lt;br /&gt;it was everything but supernatural.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589610/posts/default/213861686367705820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589610/posts/default/213861686367705820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormchaserfromhell.blogspot.com/2007/10/she-was-from-7th-dimension-while-he-had.html' title=''/><author><name>$hÃñdÃ®</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267867393180440916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj9eXr5IPc3eUR1QlWHl2tTZveDMEAou86688KUwplDnqEzvfIEG_-qGMipTNsugpjJ3bmdBtanttZ2-BEtBDtnrvDu307aEItSED7KCWZV3gGG6rCjNpuIrvUSvmbFrM/s220/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589610.post-115722207331792361</id><published>2006-09-02T11:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T11:34:33.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i came..i saw..i created a vacuum..and i got bored....not bcos of the empty space but bcos of the fact that it was an empty sky everyday with just one fluffy streak running through over and over again...&lt;br /&gt;i have to make a run for it..exit this planet before it gets too monotonous..&lt;br /&gt;it may sound disturbing and irregular to some while to others an insight into the inner recesses of my sanctum sanctorum...&lt;br /&gt;remember.....you are welcome to stay as long as you like and partake of all the fruits in this garden except for the one which grows by the side of the lake surrounded by a thousand weeping-willows...for that is where harmony resides; and the only way you can disrupt or cut short your visit is if you forgot to take off your weary so(u)l(e)s at the entrance....&lt;br /&gt;but enough of the small talk..lets sit back and enjoy the fireworks while we still have the time...theres no better time to kill time than the here and the now..or in the in-between where its probably 3 o&#39; clock somewhere...&lt;br /&gt;till then...&lt;br /&gt;listen, love, respect, eat slow, live long and prosper....</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589610/posts/default/115722207331792361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589610/posts/default/115722207331792361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormchaserfromhell.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-came_02.html' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589610/posts/default/114771621052742181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormchaserfromhell.blogspot.com/2006/05/ragnarok-gotterdammerung-is-around.html' title=''/><author><name>$hÃñdÃ®</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267867393180440916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj9eXr5IPc3eUR1QlWHl2tTZveDMEAou86688KUwplDnqEzvfIEG_-qGMipTNsugpjJ3bmdBtanttZ2-BEtBDtnrvDu307aEItSED7KCWZV3gGG6rCjNpuIrvUSvmbFrM/s220/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589610.post-114529679976379482</id><published>2006-04-17T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T10:59:59.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;TRUST NO1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;and i dnt...now that my identity has been compromised...theres no belief and faith in the structural heirarchy of men and women involved in this planet&#39;s quiet desolation and rape...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;lies..after lies...deception after acts of deception...a disjointed comfort that hits like a leech sucking away at your faith system..from outside..cos they cant creep in..cos thats where the actual stash is...inside.....in the back of my mind...in the deep recesses of empty space....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;it is painful at first when u realize that every1&#39;s a part of this charade....and at the end of the play ...u cant help but feel pity for these poor bastards.....slaving on..and calling it life....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;i was being observed....i was being dissected....they thought they hit paydirt..but all they will hit now is dirt..when they fall from their pedestals way up on high...just to take a glimpse of what has become....of me..of all around me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;i have taken ..a little...i have returned ...an eternity....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;my arms are aching...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;..cut me down....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589610/posts/default/114529679976379482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589610/posts/default/114529679976379482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormchaserfromhell.blogspot.com/2006/04/trust-no1-and-i-dnt.html' title=''/><author><name>$hÃñdÃ®</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267867393180440916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj9eXr5IPc3eUR1QlWHl2tTZveDMEAou86688KUwplDnqEzvfIEG_-qGMipTNsugpjJ3bmdBtanttZ2-BEtBDtnrvDu307aEItSED7KCWZV3gGG6rCjNpuIrvUSvmbFrM/s220/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589610.post-113329570599083951</id><published>2005-11-29T12:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T12:21:46.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&quot;so what if its just the 2 of us..?cant we multiply..? &quot;said the catcher in the rye to his pretty little fly...&lt;br /&gt;to which the pretty little fly replied..&lt;br /&gt;with a flick of her legs and a shard in her eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&quot;ours is not to reason why..ours is to &lt;a href=&quot;mailto:f@#$&quot;&gt;f@#$&lt;/a&gt; and fly....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what boredom does to me................................................................................................................</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589610/posts/default/113329570599083951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589610/posts/default/113329570599083951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormchaserfromhell.blogspot.com/2005/11/so-what-if-its-just-2-of-us.html' title=''/><author><name>$hÃñdÃ®</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267867393180440916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj9eXr5IPc3eUR1QlWHl2tTZveDMEAou86688KUwplDnqEzvfIEG_-qGMipTNsugpjJ3bmdBtanttZ2-BEtBDtnrvDu307aEItSED7KCWZV3gGG6rCjNpuIrvUSvmbFrM/s220/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589610.post-112888416611722238</id><published>2005-10-09T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T12:10:45.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#000066;&quot;&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#000066;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#000066;&quot;&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;color:#000066;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for whatever its worth....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#660000;&quot;&gt;Everything in the universe originates from one boundless, eternal, unknowable source.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#660000;&quot;&gt;After a period of manifested existence the universe returns to that source. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#660000;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The laws of nature are the result of intelligent forces.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#660000;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mythology often transmits some of this knowledge in symbolic form. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#990000;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#990000;&quot;&gt;ab aeterno..&lt;br /&gt;ab ovo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#990000;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;the velcro stuck on...finally...and it helped..cos these little fragments of carbon are darn tricky to hold down ..especially if you are trying to put them together in a jar of condensed ether...&lt;br /&gt;ahh...well..thats the way we still work around here....with the limited supplies that we have ..what do you expect..nothing like the labs back home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;endless oceans and planets to experiment on..and an infinite number of strings....&lt;br /&gt;all the strings you ever needed....&lt;br /&gt;each of a random tensile harmonic strength...&lt;br /&gt;each vibrating to the inner strum of their quantum hadrons....&lt;br /&gt;each promising a new wave of life ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were the new GODS...the fresh ones in this ever expanding pantheon of mad scientists and researchers...&lt;br /&gt;there was no way now that the experiment would fail...there was no way at all..&lt;br /&gt;no matter how many random predictions were given..&lt;br /&gt;or how many turns were predicted....&lt;br /&gt;or how many permutations orbited..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the answer would still be the same....&lt;br /&gt;2 strands...&lt;br /&gt;coiled...&lt;br /&gt;foetal position..&lt;br /&gt;in orbit..&lt;br /&gt;in tandem..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ab aeterno..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ab ovo...&lt;/strong&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589610/posts/default/112827203459644209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589610/posts/default/112827203459644209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormchaserfromhell.blogspot.com/2005/10/ab-aeterno.html' title=''/><author><name>$hÃñdÃ®</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267867393180440916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj9eXr5IPc3eUR1QlWHl2tTZveDMEAou86688KUwplDnqEzvfIEG_-qGMipTNsugpjJ3bmdBtanttZ2-BEtBDtnrvDu307aEItSED7KCWZV3gGG6rCjNpuIrvUSvmbFrM/s220/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589610.post-112599569936532577</id><published>2005-09-06T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T01:38:28.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#3366ff;&quot;&gt;the 7 day itch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the 1st day we made the chip...&lt;br /&gt;on the 2nd day we made the ship...&lt;br /&gt;on the 3rd day we stumbled on the wormhole right in our backyard...&lt;br /&gt;on the 4th day we were at the ass end of space..swimming in the thickest primordial soup u can ever imagine with your peanut sized brain...&lt;br /&gt;on the 5th day we tried bio-teleportation...&lt;br /&gt;on the 6th day we wallowed in our own ecto...&lt;br /&gt;on the 7th day we parted ways...the left ..the right and the middle path...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today ..we rise....&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow..we ride again...to conquer..to divide...to reign supreme...</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589610/posts/default/112599569936532577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589610/posts/default/112599569936532577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormchaserfromhell.blogspot.com/2005/09/7-day-itch-on-1st-day-we-made-chip.html' title=''/><author><name>$hÃñdÃ®</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267867393180440916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj9eXr5IPc3eUR1QlWHl2tTZveDMEAou86688KUwplDnqEzvfIEG_-qGMipTNsugpjJ3bmdBtanttZ2-BEtBDtnrvDu307aEItSED7KCWZV3gGG6rCjNpuIrvUSvmbFrM/s220/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589610.post-112507244885535438</id><published>2005-08-26T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T09:07:28.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The simulacrum is true.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is....dont take my word for it ..try it out for urself...&lt;br /&gt;i got lost in it so bad ..it took me quite a while to get back here..but im finally out and alive..or so i think....didnt even get time to check the map..it was the grandest map of a rotting Empire..&lt;br /&gt;keeping ones sanity was the hardest thing possible asides from the barrage of images distorting ones sense of direction..&lt;br /&gt;everywhere was up and nowhere was down..the left was on my right n my right was in front of me...everything in was now out and everything beyond was now in reach...&lt;br /&gt;the only thing missing was the CALL...the CALL which always dragged me out of this hyper reality..it never came...&lt;br /&gt;and for once i didnt miss a thing..but too much of a good thing was too good as usual and things had to be rearranged back to their precious state of entropy or else i wouldnt be able to get back...&lt;br /&gt;and that was something i couldnt avoid even subconsciously...&lt;br /&gt;out here ..&lt;br /&gt;in the open..&lt;br /&gt;in the freezing bipolar heat...&lt;br /&gt;its not that bad...&lt;br /&gt;it is actually true..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The simulacrum is true.....</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would I still be on your mind if you emptied it of all the clutter…?&lt;br /&gt;Would I still be in your heart after all the bleeding that you do..?&lt;br /&gt;Would I still be in your head after all the drinks come rushing in..?&lt;br /&gt;Would I still be in your arms after all the world fit in…?&lt;br /&gt;Would I still be around….just a square peg in a round hole….after all the persecuting is over…?Would I….?&lt;br /&gt;Should I…?&lt;br /&gt;Could I…?&lt;br /&gt;Would I still be in your sights after all the visions that you have..?&lt;br /&gt;Would I still be in your dreams after all the nightmares that you have..?&lt;br /&gt;Would I still be by your side after all the beds you’ve slept around in..?&lt;br /&gt;Would I still be in your songs after all the music has died ..?&lt;br /&gt;Would I still be around…just a square peg in a round hole…..after all the walls have caved in..?&lt;br /&gt;I would…&lt;br /&gt;I should…&lt;br /&gt;I could…&lt;br /&gt;Would I still be on your list after all the fighting’s over..?&lt;br /&gt;Would I still be on your walls after you moved out..?</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589610/posts/default/112041542384396903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589610/posts/default/112041542384396903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormchaserfromhell.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>$hÃñdÃ®</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267867393180440916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj9eXr5IPc3eUR1QlWHl2tTZveDMEAou86688KUwplDnqEzvfIEG_-qGMipTNsugpjJ3bmdBtanttZ2-BEtBDtnrvDu307aEItSED7KCWZV3gGG6rCjNpuIrvUSvmbFrM/s220/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589610.post-112041288024154049</id><published>2005-07-01T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T10:48:00.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AAARRRGGGHHH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it sucks to be here...it sucks to do this...day afer day....DNA after DNA...species after species...sequence after sequence...bit by bit...moving the same damn cursor across the same damn screen....cant even use my holo-screens here..cos it might scare these fools....&lt;br /&gt;why bother introducing something they cant comprehend...??&lt;br /&gt;why bother teaching them something they wont believe in...??&lt;br /&gt;why bother at all...??&lt;br /&gt;maybe ..cos thats what the prime directive was.....&lt;br /&gt;but who cares anyway..??&lt;br /&gt;every hour here seems depressive..thanks to some of the strains i picked up here...they are so lame..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want to go home..i miss the place....gravity is a myth..the whole earth sucks..!!&lt;br /&gt;it was brighter back home...&lt;br /&gt;its blinding here with all the neon lights screaming for space where there isnt any...&lt;br /&gt;it was peaceful back home...&lt;br /&gt;it was truthful back home....&lt;br /&gt;verbal communication here on this planet has corrupted everybody....&lt;br /&gt;the truth never comes out.....&lt;br /&gt;its safer back home...all we had to do was tune in.....and the truth would always stare back at us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was greener back home...&lt;br /&gt;theres no green in the spectrum here....&lt;br /&gt;things were in order back home...&lt;br /&gt;theres no order here except the misguided one in the ever present chaos ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres no love here....&lt;br /&gt;theres no peace here....&lt;br /&gt;theres no satisfaction here....&lt;br /&gt;theres no end here....&lt;br /&gt;theres no one here....&lt;br /&gt;theres no way out of here...except up....n things dont go up here....&lt;br /&gt;theres no u here&lt;br /&gt;theres no me here....&lt;br /&gt;theres no we here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres more where there should be less...&lt;br /&gt;theres none where there should be all...&lt;br /&gt;theres emptiness in the spaces between the lies they live and the future they dream of....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres no hope here....</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589610/posts/default/112041288024154049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589610/posts/default/112041288024154049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormchaserfromhell.blogspot.com/2005/07/aaarrrggghhh-it-sucks-to-be-here.html' title=''/><author><name>$hÃñdÃ®</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267867393180440916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj9eXr5IPc3eUR1QlWHl2tTZveDMEAou86688KUwplDnqEzvfIEG_-qGMipTNsugpjJ3bmdBtanttZ2-BEtBDtnrvDu307aEItSED7KCWZV3gGG6rCjNpuIrvUSvmbFrM/s220/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589610.post-111778362060225224</id><published>2005-06-03T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T00:27:00.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;SMASH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;for all those waiting in line...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;for all those waiting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;for all those...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;for all....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;the wait is over..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;apparently....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;the apparition has spoken....in binary...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;a series of 1&#39;s and 0&#39;s..in perfect harmony...not in tandem with the tempo..!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;the strands are revolting.....1 can feel the strain...to break free..to mutate into another 0..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;mutate..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;split..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;go the left way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;or the right way..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;or the up way..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;or within..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;the pull of this cyclotron is immense...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;it will split ... thats why it was built... it was made to split...but it will not be able to handle ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;the new strain..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;the new pain..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;the new chain....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;the new rain...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;of 1&#39;s and 0&#39;s and the recurrent present...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;of swarms of magnetic streams in this cramped nautilus..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;of tiny little worm-holes leading to a new chamber...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;of a million more me&#39;s fighting for space...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;the 1&#39;s have managed to smash the quark..corrupt its flavor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;the 0&#39;s are trying to give it back its charm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;split the boson....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;twist the path of the hadron....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;the war has begun.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;and im not taking sides anymore....&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589610/posts/default/111778362060225224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589610/posts/default/111778362060225224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormchaserfromhell.blogspot.com/2005/06/smash-for-all-those-waiting-in-line.html' title=''/><author><name>$hÃñdÃ®</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267867393180440916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj9eXr5IPc3eUR1QlWHl2tTZveDMEAou86688KUwplDnqEzvfIEG_-qGMipTNsugpjJ3bmdBtanttZ2-BEtBDtnrvDu307aEItSED7KCWZV3gGG6rCjNpuIrvUSvmbFrM/s220/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589610.post-111686302232930337</id><published>2005-05-23T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T08:43:42.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haminasto haminasto haminast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently....ladies n gentlemen...n all other forms of ecto around here....this is it..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last call for the volunteers to step up n recieve whats due for a long time here.. a dosage of pixelated soup...the kind they serve back home...!!&lt;br /&gt;that has been missed around here for quite some time now...&lt;br /&gt;well..miss no further...&lt;br /&gt;cos its been served 25x8 at the counter (u know where..!!??) cos this is not a secure post...n i wont be able to send it out encrypted....&lt;br /&gt;just to ensure the readers are the genu-wine ones...&lt;br /&gt;oh..n one more thing..dont be surprised if u see me at the counter serving it out to u...&lt;br /&gt;and on the way out please sign the feedback form so i can get fed back..!!</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589610/posts/default/111686302232930337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589610/posts/default/111686302232930337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormchaserfromhell.blogspot.com/2005/05/haminasto-haminasto-haminast.html' title=''/><author><name>$hÃñdÃ®</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267867393180440916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj9eXr5IPc3eUR1QlWHl2tTZveDMEAou86688KUwplDnqEzvfIEG_-qGMipTNsugpjJ3bmdBtanttZ2-BEtBDtnrvDu307aEItSED7KCWZV3gGG6rCjNpuIrvUSvmbFrM/s220/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589610.post-111622540986371196</id><published>2005-05-15T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T23:36:49.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You have the right to remain stationary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long has it been since I gave up that right? thought the Homesick Humanoid. Flipping through the pages of yet another issue of the ever-popular bestselling &quot;Tung Fong Soup for the Ambition-Blistered Sole&quot;, trying to decide which of the bad bits to leave in... these days the editor never gets the final cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the good old days... neglecting diurnal-nocturnal divides, editing the infinitely more engaging &quot;Earthling&#39;s Guide to the Hitchhiker&#39;s Guide to the Galaxy&quot;. But that was a long timewarp back.&lt;br /&gt;I never had to leave home... the handbook at my fingertips, closed eyes, instant connection with any corner, any dimension of the General Mish Mash of Life, the Universe and Everything... every minute is a new definition of Time, Space and Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then... one day, flashing lights and the intonation:&lt;br /&gt;You have the right to remain stationary. If you choose not to wield the right to remain stationary, wherever you go and whatever you do can and will be held against you in the Ultimate Judicial Court of All Time-Space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Just because I&#39;m humanoid. Slightly oddly shaped, but humanoid, nonetheless. It&#39;s easy to fool an entire planet&#39;s populace with nothing more sophisticated than a neutral accent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me home, lift me, Up, thought the Homesick Humanoid, getting rather tired of saying great things about a wonderful planet full of mostly harmless sources of mass distraction.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589610/posts/default/111622540986371196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589610/posts/default/111622540986371196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormchaserfromhell.blogspot.com/2005/05/you-have-right-to-remain-stationary.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><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/blank.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589610.post-111599641355005860</id><published>2005-05-13T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T23:21:45.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lift me, Up&lt;br /&gt;Getting rich. That means my chauffeur (‘driver’ is not PC) has a cellphone… but that doesn’t mean he gets to go home after the car’s parked for the night and I can call him in the middle of the night to drive me around the corner for a midnight snack… oh no, that’s passé. He never goes home, except when he goes on holidays with his wife and kids (when they finally get to meet)… that’s when the cellphone comes in handy, so I can call him to tell him what to get from wherever he’s gone with his acutely neglected family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting richer. That means I have begun to realise slowly that I have at least one thing in common with the abovementioned chauffeur: an acutely neglected family. Except that we (me and my family) don’t go for holidays… not together, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm… tough call, that. If I get to one, the other just automatically happens, like a lot of things in life. Of course, I do get to have something to say about it… it just doesn’t make any darn difference, that’s all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There&#39;s no going home for a real long timewarp. So I might as well toe the international date line... this blue star with its mostly harmless intelligence doesn&#39;t see through the disguise of credit card opulence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder though... if I ever get to go home, will I miss getting rich, richer and the right to remain stationary? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell with it. Bring it on.&lt;br /&gt;Lift me, Up.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589610/posts/default/111599641355005860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589610/posts/default/111599641355005860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormchaserfromhell.blogspot.com/2005/05/lift-me-up-getting-rich.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><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/blank.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589610.post-111582861365127486</id><published>2005-05-11T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T09:26:32.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FIAT LUX..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there surely was.....&lt;br /&gt;as it will so surely be after u finish this one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome back to the second and final phase of the &quot; how to enter the 7th D &quot; ( and stay there 4 a while ) journey...&lt;br /&gt;to begin with we shall begin where we left off the last time..&lt;br /&gt;ah..time..the one thing which shall be meaningless after this trip is over.....!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember ..stay firmly attached to the ground..it is never the ground that shakes u..but u who get swayed by her presence....for it is just a shard of the plane which lies between the here n now which is about to be crossed over by u..&lt;br /&gt;when all the juice is trickling down ( u know where ) this is for the genu-wine ectos who are practising this procedure..start to feel the points they taught u about.the 7 points so clearly marked on our gelatin surfaces..&lt;br /&gt;focus...&lt;br /&gt;feel....&lt;br /&gt;not by touch..&lt;br /&gt;but by mere presence...&lt;br /&gt;let the air out of ur gills slowly.. ( i know its suicidal ) but believe me...a flatline ( as these humans call it ) is worth it..n u know u cant die here...so why fret..??? just go ahead n lose urself.....according to the law of infinite possibilities...u can always be in 4 different planes of existence at the same time...( ah...wish we cud teach these ignorant humans the secrets of quanta splitting and transforming or transmutating...or even what they call ESP..!!.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok..so you&#39;ve reached the point of no-return..( its a hypothetical term )..there is actually no such thing as a point of no-return..bcos according to the law of conjectural appearances...( humans call it astrology )...one can always return to the beginning or the point of origin...and decide FATE..as they call it..&lt;br /&gt;well...it is about now that u will feel the chill running all around ur flaps n trying to get in...dont fight it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give in..for what is to come is worth a thousand appearances on this demented dimension where u are &quot; diagonaly parked in a parallel universe &quot;&lt;br /&gt;..the light......&lt;br /&gt;the unmistakeable rays of pure black light ..shining thru the cracks in ur receptors...&lt;br /&gt;recieve them....for they show u where u are...do not be surprised...be overwhelmed if u know how to..n thank me for taking u there...among other things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.....one word of advice ...u can stay there as long as u like..as long..i mean it...but theres always a catch....always remember the 7 counter spins for every spin that u take along the cyclotron..&lt;br /&gt;for everytime that u do...the FORCE is stronger and grows with u...making it easier for u to come and go as u wish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats it folks...hope u enjoy the trip as much as i did..n hope to bump into u there sometime..somewhere....</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589610/posts/default/111582861365127486'/><link 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/&gt;The softest sails&lt;br /&gt;The strongest helm&lt;br /&gt;Light as the breeze&lt;br /&gt;Dark as wishes&lt;br /&gt;And just deep enough&lt;br /&gt;To let the stars&lt;br /&gt;Tickle my feet.&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m no sailor though&lt;br /&gt;It&#39;s enough that I know&lt;br /&gt;Your rudder takes me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589610/posts/default/111511203322930735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589610/posts/default/111511203322930735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormchaserfromhell.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-dreamboat.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><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/blank.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589610.post-111444015738237617</id><published>2005-04-25T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T07:47:27.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WITHIN THE 7th &amp; BEYOND IT..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went thru the 4th, the 5th and tried the 6th....fell in love with the 7th ...and let me tell u it is divine!!...the most picture-perfect-non-chaotic-bi-polar dimension one ever came across....&lt;br /&gt;it wasnt too hard to enter though...just a note of caution before you try this at home or any other location...you did not read about it here....!! and just to make sure no one is getting this ...i shall deliver it to u in 2 phases...heres the first one....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;start by letting go of whatever baggage u r carrying with u..including the headgear n the body u r in..make sure nobody is watching while u do the switch...i hear humans find it to be a sickening sight....once that is over n dealt with..stand upright on all fives...yes..i mean upright...thats when it starts to get rougher...&lt;br /&gt;right when u r struggling to stand upright..let a few endings out from under ur tentacles..n let them feel the earth they are on...&lt;br /&gt;if at first u feel a little tingle running up the exposed part ..do not panic...its just the first reaction to the primordial ..it too shall pass...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats the first installment of the procedure...for a visual step-by-step manual of the above..u know where to get me..!! u know how to get me..!!</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589610/posts/default/111444015738237617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589610/posts/default/111444015738237617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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boys with big guns-little girls with swollen stomachs-teachers abusing-sisters making love-cain looking for abel-and a voice from above-a stitch in time-partners in crime-compromises-sacrifices-evil eyes-love potions-black magic-white noise-supernatural-superunknown-anger-deception-true lies-little white lies-catch 22-would u say u know me if i said i know u..??</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589610/posts/default/111441404665226754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589610/posts/default/111441404665226754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormchaserfromhell.blogspot.com/2005/04/secret-lovers-distant-dreams-faded.html' title=''/><author><name>$hÃñdÃ®</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267867393180440916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' 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