<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="no"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8713055878542983155</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sat, 31 Aug 2024 14:07:25 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Juukyo Shinzui - The Haven of the Wanderer</title><description>"Place of Mysteries and True Meaning"</description><link>http://semirrahge.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Semirrahge)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><language>en-us</language><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8713055878542983155.post-6322370692050117318</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Apr 2008 06:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-07T02:52:52.596-05:00</atom:updated><title>I love the night...</title><atom:summary type="text">I always have. 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I know I don't blog often enough, but hopefully email and automated feeds can allow me a wider reader base who don't have to work so hard to keep </atom:summary><link>http://semirrahge.blogspot.com/2007/12/devin-townsend-band-away.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Semirrahge)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8713055878542983155.post-7307522126473231706</guid><pubDate>Fri, 26 Oct 2007 20:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-26T16:19:52.797-05:00</atom:updated><title>"How long, how long / woman will you weep..."</title><atom:summary type="text">For someone who pursues the life of chaos as I do, I don't handle unplanned disruptions so well. I've blogged before about being something of a control-freak and power-tripper, but the last couple of weeks have been a steady stream of painful life lessons.    I've come through a lot at this point in my life, and much of my current positive outlook is because I see myself as something a wandering </atom:summary><link>http://semirrahge.blogspot.com/2007/10/how-long-how-long-woman-will-you-weep.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Semirrahge)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8713055878542983155.post-6957891382865769191</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 Aug 2007 10:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-13T06:24:15.484-05:00</atom:updated><title>Rattle, Trap and Cough</title><atom:summary type="text">Asking me if I know something is often like opening Pandora's Box. I've never had a problem with lack of skill. In fact, as arrogant as it might sound, if anything I've got TOO MUCH skill. I've never personally thought this. Even to this day the idea, while something well within my bounds of understanding, still confazzles (yes, I just made that up) me.    I can't recall anything I've ever done </atom:summary><link>http://semirrahge.blogspot.com/2007/08/rattle-trap-and-cough.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Semirrahge)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8713055878542983155.post-7352850831575490388</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 Aug 2007 07:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-06T02:39:39.036-05:00</atom:updated><title>Dedication</title><atom:summary type="text">I feel like when I lost my stories, I lost a vital part of me. In fact, I know that while I may never actually write, whatever made me lose touch with them also cost me my motivation.    I haven't blogged in ages, not because I had nothing to write about; but because the sheer volume of activity and data I've been going through has been staggering. 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The clonazepam (enhanced</atom:summary><link>http://semirrahge.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-love-this-feeling.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Semirrahge)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8713055878542983155.post-7378469494489408714</guid><pubDate>Sat, 23 Jun 2007 03:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-26T01:50:13.117-05:00</atom:updated><title>Conversations and Paranoia</title><atom:summary type="text">Tonight my cousin came and picked me up and we hung out. As we left Sonic for his house, I remarked:   "Man you're a _terrible_ driver when you're stoned."   "What do you mean?! I'm a _great_ driver!!" He seemed genuinely shocked that I'd think such a thing. 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