<?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: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-8802213</id><updated>2011-08-19T21:28:55.181-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Worse Than Death</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallfl0werperks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802213/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallfl0werperks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01779159031809250735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/adeepershade0f/eyeball1.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8802213.post-110295719167461629</id><published>2004-12-13T11:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T11:59:51.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a poem of truth...</title><content type='html'>i wish i never had that party...&lt;br /&gt;i knew it would change us&lt;br /&gt;if i would have canceled it&lt;br /&gt;would we still be?&lt;br /&gt;would our friendship,&lt;br /&gt;which was supposed to be forever..&lt;br /&gt;would it still be intact?&lt;br /&gt;or maybe our friendship&lt;br /&gt;was just an act&lt;br /&gt;put on for all to see&lt;br /&gt;i dont knwo what to believe&lt;br /&gt;i love you with all my soul&lt;br /&gt;but somewhere something is saying..&lt;br /&gt;you jsut have to let go&lt;br /&gt;let go of that person&lt;br /&gt;that is your world&lt;br /&gt;jsut leave them out there&lt;br /&gt;in the freezing cold&lt;br /&gt;someday they might come back to me&lt;br /&gt;or maybe they have a completely different destiny...&lt;br /&gt;but if you are still out there&lt;br /&gt;if you still care&lt;br /&gt;if there is still a spark&lt;br /&gt;left from the blaze&lt;br /&gt;help it grow&lt;br /&gt;bring it back&lt;br /&gt;to the extravagant beast it once was&lt;br /&gt;that undefeatable being&lt;br /&gt;that used to be you and me&lt;br /&gt;well i found the weakness&lt;br /&gt;and now i see&lt;br /&gt;that when together&lt;br /&gt;we were invincible&lt;br /&gt;but once broken apart&lt;br /&gt;we are absolutely shattered&lt;br /&gt;from our once glorious past&lt;br /&gt;and i guess&lt;br /&gt;not even our friendship&lt;br /&gt;was meant to last...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dedicate this to a friend that i knew so well. but something went wrong. I hope that as you read this you stop and think. Who is that person to me? Who is that person that makes me complete? When you figure it out. Let me know. Hold on to that person. For they mean more to you than you know. Dont give up. Things get better than you know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Posting in utter dismay and fright,&lt;br /&gt;broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8802213-110295719167461629?l=wallfl0werperks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallfl0werperks.blogspot.com/feeds/110295719167461629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8802213&amp;postID=110295719167461629' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802213/posts/default/110295719167461629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802213/posts/default/110295719167461629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallfl0werperks.blogspot.com/2004/12/poem-of-truth.html' title='a poem of truth...'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01779159031809250735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/adeepershade0f/eyeball1.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8802213.post-110053925755728509</id><published>2004-11-15T13:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T12:20:57.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To Liz.....</title><content type='html'>Friends come and they go&lt;br /&gt;but friends like us are infinite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;infinite- going on forever..... and ever... and ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eternal friendship is what we have and nothing can break us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you always&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8802213-110053925755728509?l=wallfl0werperks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallfl0werperks.blogspot.com/feeds/110053925755728509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8802213&amp;postID=110053925755728509' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802213/posts/default/110053925755728509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802213/posts/default/110053925755728509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallfl0werperks.blogspot.com/2004/11/to-liz.html' title='To Liz.....'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01779159031809250735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/adeepershade0f/eyeball1.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8802213.post-110054188375102275</id><published>2004-11-15T13:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T13:04:43.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i need to make my dv camera a webcam</title><content type='html'>http://www.orangeware.com/endusers/buddylive.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8802213-110054188375102275?l=wallfl0werperks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallfl0werperks.blogspot.com/feeds/110054188375102275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8802213&amp;postID=110054188375102275' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802213/posts/default/110054188375102275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802213/posts/default/110054188375102275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallfl0werperks.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-need-to-make-my-dv-camera-webcam.html' title='i need to make my dv camera a webcam'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01779159031809250735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/adeepershade0f/eyeball1.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8802213.post-110035358286502807</id><published>2004-11-13T08:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T08:48:43.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eye candy</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/adeepershade0f/Risque/ad15.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/adeepershade0f/Risque/gay.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/adeepershade0f/Risque/scan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/adeepershade0f/Risque/36c5cfdb.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/adeepershade0f/Risque/calz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/adeepershade0f/Risque/gay-men-underwear-sample-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8802213-110035358286502807?l=wallfl0werperks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallfl0werperks.blogspot.com/feeds/110035358286502807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8802213&amp;postID=110035358286502807' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802213/posts/default/110035358286502807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802213/posts/default/110035358286502807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallfl0werperks.blogspot.com/2004/11/eye-candy.html' title='Eye candy'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01779159031809250735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/adeepershade0f/eyeball1.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8802213.post-110022750970332926</id><published>2004-11-11T21:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T21:45:09.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'>-with love from me</title><content type='html'>you dont even care...&lt;br /&gt;i am not really there&lt;br /&gt;not to you&lt;br /&gt;i am not even alive&lt;br /&gt;you could care less about me&lt;br /&gt;lead me on&lt;br /&gt;only to bash my heart into thousands&lt;br /&gt;of tiny pieces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-with love from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8802213-110022750970332926?l=wallfl0werperks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallfl0werperks.blogspot.com/feeds/110022750970332926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8802213&amp;postID=110022750970332926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802213/posts/default/110022750970332926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802213/posts/default/110022750970332926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallfl0werperks.blogspot.com/2004/11/with-love-from-me.html' title='-with love from me'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01779159031809250735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/adeepershade0f/eyeball1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8802213.post-110022709592422023</id><published>2004-11-11T21:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T21:43:38.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My obsession....</title><content type='html'>you are my obsession&lt;br /&gt;my infatuation&lt;br /&gt;my dream&lt;br /&gt;i see you when i sleep&lt;br /&gt;and you are right next to me&lt;br /&gt;by me side&lt;br /&gt;here with me&lt;br /&gt;but when i open my eyes&lt;br /&gt;you cant see&lt;br /&gt;how much you mean&lt;br /&gt;to me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8802213-110022709592422023?l=wallfl0werperks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallfl0werperks.blogspot.com/feeds/110022709592422023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8802213&amp;postID=110022709592422023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802213/posts/default/110022709592422023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802213/posts/default/110022709592422023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallfl0werperks.blogspot.com/2004/11/my-obsession.html' title='My obsession....'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01779159031809250735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/adeepershade0f/eyeball1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8802213.post-110021223780015370</id><published>2004-11-11T17:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T17:47:31.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You broke my heart again</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/adeepershade0f/gothboy.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8802213-110021223780015370?l=wallfl0werperks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallfl0werperks.blogspot.com/feeds/110021223780015370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8802213&amp;postID=110021223780015370' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802213/posts/default/110021223780015370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802213/posts/default/110021223780015370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallfl0werperks.blogspot.com/2004/11/you-broke-my-heart-again.html' title='You broke my heart again'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01779159031809250735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/adeepershade0f/eyeball1.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8802213.post-109967827037376833</id><published>2004-11-10T13:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T13:07:23.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can he see me?</title><content type='html'>His writing makes me smile,&lt;br /&gt;seeing him makes it worth while&lt;br /&gt;i want to be near him&lt;br /&gt;but does he even know how i feel?&lt;br /&gt;Can he see how my heart thumps for him&lt;br /&gt;the way he makes me feel so warm inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to hold him&lt;br /&gt;but he cant see me&lt;br /&gt;I just want to hold him&lt;br /&gt;but he cant see me&lt;br /&gt;I just want to hold him&lt;br /&gt;but he cant see me&lt;br /&gt;I just want to hold him&lt;br /&gt;but he cant see me&lt;br /&gt;but he cant see me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talk every day&lt;br /&gt;but i cant even say how he makes me feel&lt;br /&gt;i cant form the words correctly&lt;br /&gt;they just wont come out&lt;br /&gt;i want to tell him&lt;br /&gt;what this is all about&lt;br /&gt;someday he will have feelings for me that are so true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to kiss him&lt;br /&gt;but he looks right through me&lt;br /&gt;I just want to kiss him&lt;br /&gt;but he looks right through me&lt;br /&gt;I just want to kiss him&lt;br /&gt;but he looks right through me&lt;br /&gt;I just want to kiss him&lt;br /&gt;but he looks right through me&lt;br /&gt;but he looks right through me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at me&lt;br /&gt;in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;see that my feelings for him&lt;br /&gt;are anything but lies&lt;br /&gt;i just want to love him&lt;br /&gt;and have him love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday he will see me&lt;br /&gt;when he looks right at me&lt;br /&gt;Someday he will see me&lt;br /&gt;when he looks right at me&lt;br /&gt;Someday he will see me&lt;br /&gt;when he looks right at me&lt;br /&gt;Someday he will see me&lt;br /&gt;when he looks right at me&lt;br /&gt;when he looks right at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8802213-109967827037376833?l=wallfl0werperks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallfl0werperks.blogspot.com/feeds/109967827037376833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8802213&amp;postID=109967827037376833' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802213/posts/default/109967827037376833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802213/posts/default/109967827037376833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallfl0werperks.blogspot.com/2004/11/can-he-see-me.html' title='Can he see me?'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01779159031809250735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/adeepershade0f/eyeball1.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8802213.post-110010976639791368</id><published>2004-11-10T13:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T13:02:46.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Break me down</title><content type='html'>Break me down&lt;br /&gt;into little pieces&lt;br /&gt;with your ice-cold stare&lt;br /&gt;that goes right through me&lt;br /&gt;without even stopping to see if i am all right&lt;br /&gt;i just want to hug you&lt;br /&gt;to feel your lips on my own&lt;br /&gt;but do you even know?&lt;br /&gt;no, you could not&lt;br /&gt;you dont even see me&lt;br /&gt;i just want to lay you down and hold you&lt;br /&gt;cuddle up against you&lt;br /&gt;feel your face as it rubs against mine&lt;br /&gt;kiss me and tell me it is all right&lt;br /&gt;cause, without you, i won't make it through the night&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8802213-110010976639791368?l=wallfl0werperks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallfl0werperks.blogspot.com/feeds/110010976639791368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8802213&amp;postID=110010976639791368' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802213/posts/default/110010976639791368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802213/posts/default/110010976639791368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallfl0werperks.blogspot.com/2004/11/break-me-down.html' title='Break me down'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01779159031809250735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/adeepershade0f/eyeball1.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8802213.post-110009422339841881</id><published>2004-11-10T08:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T08:43:43.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My heart beats like the sun burns</title><content type='html'>My heart beats for you&lt;br /&gt;like the sun burns&lt;br /&gt;i see your face&lt;br /&gt;and it all fades away&lt;br /&gt;to touch your skin&lt;br /&gt;carress your cheek&lt;br /&gt;feeling your body against mine&lt;br /&gt;it all fades away&lt;br /&gt;i just want to be near you&lt;br /&gt;to hear you&lt;br /&gt;to be with you&lt;br /&gt;stay with me&lt;br /&gt;now and forever more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div 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burns'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01779159031809250735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/adeepershade0f/eyeball1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8802213.post-110002472786973311</id><published>2004-11-09T13:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T13:25:27.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My rock, my savior, my analogy</title><content type='html'>The moss on a rolling stone is barely there as i have always been&lt;br /&gt;just surviving, hanging on, trying not to be pulverized&lt;br /&gt;into a lifeless rotting mush&lt;br /&gt;this rolling stone is what have kept me sane for all these years?&lt;br /&gt;And someone today just threw the stone out of the window...&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to snap, to lose control, I wanted to just go outta the door&lt;br /&gt;As I was walking to the exit, of this lonely existance,&lt;br /&gt;there you were, and you said&lt;br /&gt;"Won't you miss it?"&lt;br /&gt;"I DONT WANT TO DO THIS, Not Any more"&lt;br /&gt;I yelled as i stormed out of the door&lt;br /&gt;You ran after me, and held me close,&lt;br /&gt;"Everything will be all right" you murmered in my ear&lt;br /&gt;just dont go away, dont leave me again&lt;br /&gt;i cant stand to live a fairytail, so be my prince and kiss me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8802213-110002472786973311?l=wallfl0werperks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallfl0werperks.blogspot.com/feeds/110002472786973311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8802213&amp;postID=110002472786973311' title='5 Comments'/><link 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/&gt;breathe in so deep,&lt;br /&gt;this air is blessed,&lt;br /&gt;you share with me.&lt;br /&gt;This night is wild,&lt;br /&gt;so calm and dull,&lt;br /&gt;these hearts they race,&lt;br /&gt;from self control.&lt;br /&gt;Your legs are smooth,&lt;br /&gt;as they graze mine,&lt;br /&gt;we're doing fine,&lt;br /&gt;we're doing nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hopes are so high,&lt;br /&gt;that your kiss might kill me.&lt;br /&gt;So won't you kill me,&lt;br /&gt;so I die happy.&lt;br /&gt;My heart is yours to fill or burst,&lt;br /&gt;to break or bury,&lt;br /&gt;or wear as jewelery,&lt;br /&gt;which ever you prefer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words are hushed lets not get busted;&lt;br /&gt;just lay entwined here, undiscovered.&lt;br /&gt;Safe in here from all the stupid questions.&lt;br /&gt;"hey did you get some?"&lt;br /&gt;Man, that is so dumb.&lt;br /&gt;Stay quiet, stay near, stay close they can't hear...&lt;br /&gt;so we can get some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me.&lt;br /&gt;So won't you kill me, so I die happy.&lt;br /&gt;My heart is yours to fill or burst,&lt;br /&gt;to break or bury, or wear as jewelery,&lt;br /&gt;which ever you prefer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hands down this is the best day I can ever remember,&lt;br /&gt;I'll always remember the sound of the stereo,&lt;br /&gt;the dim of the soft lights,&lt;br /&gt;the scent of your hair that you twirled in your fingers&lt;br /&gt;and the time on the clock when we realized it's so late&lt;br /&gt;and this walk that we shared together.&lt;br /&gt;The streets were wet&lt;br /&gt;and the gate was locked so I jumped it,&lt;br /&gt;and I let you in.&lt;br /&gt;And you stood at your door with your hands on my waist&lt;br /&gt;and you kissed me like you meant it.&lt;br /&gt;And I knew that you meant it,&lt;br /&gt;that you meant it,&lt;br /&gt;that you meant it,&lt;br /&gt;and I knew,&lt;br /&gt;that you meant it,&lt;br /&gt;that you meant it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8802213-109994125747906883?l=wallfl0werperks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallfl0werperks.blogspot.com/feeds/109994125747906883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8802213&amp;postID=109994125747906883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802213/posts/default/109994125747906883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802213/posts/default/109994125747906883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallfl0werperks.blogspot.com/2004/11/time-for-good-song.html' title='Time for a good song'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01779159031809250735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/adeepershade0f/eyeball1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8802213.post-109994106644004747</id><published>2004-11-08T14:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T14:11:06.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sing a song so lonely</title><content type='html'>sing a song so lonely&lt;br /&gt;we all wish we could die&lt;br /&gt;just curl into a ball&lt;br /&gt;and cry out our eyes&lt;br /&gt;when someone saves us&lt;br /&gt;we reluctantly say&lt;br /&gt;would'nt it be nice if you were here everyday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8802213-109994106644004747?l=wallfl0werperks.blogspot.com' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8802213-109993227321761010?l=wallfl0werperks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallfl0werperks.blogspot.com/feeds/109993227321761010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8802213&amp;postID=109993227321761010' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802213/posts/default/109993227321761010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802213/posts/default/109993227321761010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallfl0werperks.blogspot.com/2004/11/when-there-is-no-darker-color.html' title='when there is no darker color'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01779159031809250735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallfl0werperks.blogspot.com/feeds/109980259922373962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8802213&amp;postID=109980259922373962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802213/posts/default/109980259922373962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802213/posts/default/109980259922373962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallfl0werperks.blogspot.com/2004/11/another-quiz_06.html' title='Another quiz....'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01779159031809250735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/adeepershade0f/eyeball1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8802213.post-109967840143705404</id><published>2004-11-05T13:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T13:13:21.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is how it is now...</title><content type='html'>Woohoohoo&lt;br /&gt;Woohoohoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debbie just hit the wall&lt;br /&gt;She never had it all&lt;br /&gt;One Prozac a day&lt;br /&gt;Husband's a CPA&lt;br /&gt;Her dreams went out the door&lt;br /&gt;When she turned twenty four&lt;br /&gt;Only been with one man&lt;br /&gt;What happened to her plan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was gonna be an actress&lt;br /&gt;She was gonna be a star&lt;br /&gt;She was gonna shake her ass&lt;br /&gt;On the hood of Whitesnake’s car&lt;br /&gt;Her yellow SUV is now the enemy&lt;br /&gt;Looks at her average life&lt;br /&gt;And nothing has been&lt;br /&gt;Alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Bruce Springsteen, Madonna&lt;br /&gt;Way before Nirvana&lt;br /&gt;There was U2 and Blondie&lt;br /&gt;And music still on MTV&lt;br /&gt;Her two kids in high school&lt;br /&gt;They tell her that shes uncool&lt;br /&gt;'Cause she's still preoccupied&lt;br /&gt;With 19, 19, 1985&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoohoo&lt;br /&gt;(1985)&lt;br /&gt;Woohoohoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s seen all the classics&lt;br /&gt;She knows every line&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast Club, Pretty In Pink&lt;br /&gt;Even St. Elmo's Fire&lt;br /&gt;She rocked out to Wham!&lt;br /&gt;Not a big Limp Bizkit fan&lt;br /&gt;Thought she'd get a hand&lt;br /&gt;On a member of Duran Duran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's the mini-skirt made of snakeskin?&lt;br /&gt;And who's the other guy that's singing in Van Halen?&lt;br /&gt;When did reality become T.V.?&lt;br /&gt;What ever happened to sitcoms, game shows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(on the radio was)Springsteen, Madonna&lt;br /&gt;Way before Nirvana&lt;br /&gt;There was U2 and Blondie&lt;br /&gt;And music still on MTV&lt;br /&gt;Her two kids in high school&lt;br /&gt;They tell her that shes uncool&lt;br /&gt;'Cause she's still preoccupied&lt;br /&gt;With 19, 19, 1985&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoohoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hates time; make it stop&lt;br /&gt;When did Motley Crue become classic rock? (classic rock)&lt;br /&gt;And when did Ozzy become an actor?&lt;br /&gt;Please make this stop, stop, stop! (tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And bring back Springsteen, Madonna&lt;br /&gt;Way before Nirvana&lt;br /&gt;There was U2 and Blondie&lt;br /&gt;And music still on MTV&lt;br /&gt;Her two kids in high school&lt;br /&gt;They tell her that shes uncool&lt;br /&gt;'Cause she's still preoccupied&lt;br /&gt;With 1985&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Woohoohoo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruce Springsteen, Madonna&lt;br /&gt;Way before Nirvana (1985)&lt;br /&gt;There was U2 and Blondie&lt;br /&gt;And music still on MTV (1985) (Woohoohoo)&lt;br /&gt;Her two kids in high school&lt;br /&gt;They tell her that shes uncool (1985)&lt;br /&gt;'Cause she's still preoccupied&lt;br /&gt;With 19 19 1985&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8802213-109967840143705404?l=wallfl0werperks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallfl0werperks.blogspot.com/feeds/109967840143705404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8802213&amp;postID=109967840143705404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802213/posts/default/109967840143705404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802213/posts/default/109967840143705404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallfl0werperks.blogspot.com/2004/11/this-is-how-it-is-now.html' title='This is how it is now...'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01779159031809250735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/adeepershade0f/eyeball1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8802213.post-109932435998867078</id><published>2004-11-01T10:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T10:52:39.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Empower me...</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Upon pain of death, &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I vow to take my vengeance upon you&lt;br /&gt;Upon Pain of heartbreak, &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I vow to take my vengeance upon you&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Upon pain of loneliness,&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I VOW TO TAKE MY VENGEANCE UPON YOU&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I COMMAND the powers that be&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Empower me&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Let me right the wrongs against me&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Let me protect those who need me&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Give me the strength to face any enemy&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Give me the judgment to see the truth from every side&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Empower me&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I pray to the beings that watch over us&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Empower me&lt;br /&gt;I pray to the dead that were here before me&lt;br /&gt;Empower me&lt;br /&gt;I pray to the future generations so I may protect&lt;br /&gt;EMPOWER ME!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8802213-109932435998867078?l=wallfl0werperks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallfl0werperks.blogspot.com/feeds/109932435998867078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8802213&amp;postID=109932435998867078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802213/posts/default/109932435998867078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802213/posts/default/109932435998867078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallfl0werperks.blogspot.com/2004/11/empower-me.html' title='Empower me...'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01779159031809250735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/adeepershade0f/eyeball1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8802213.post-109924508044848690</id><published>2004-10-31T12:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T12:51:20.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bind Thyself</title><content type='html'>Come ye as the charm is made!Queen of heaven, Queen of hell,Horned Hunter of the nightLend your power unto the spell,And work our will by magic rite!&lt;br /&gt;By all the power of land and sea,By all the might of moon and sunI call the Earth to bind my spell.&lt;br /&gt;Air to speed it well.Bright as Fire shall it glow.Deep as tide of Water flow.Count the elements fourfold,In the fifth the spell shall hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8802213-109924508044848690?l=wallfl0werperks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallfl0werperks.blogspot.com/feeds/109924508044848690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8802213&amp;postID=109924508044848690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802213/posts/default/109924508044848690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802213/posts/default/109924508044848690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallfl0werperks.blogspot.com/2004/10/bind-thyself.html' title='Bind Thyself'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01779159031809250735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/adeepershade0f/eyeball1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8802213.post-109922939135954045</id><published>2004-10-31T08:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T09:17:59.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More quizzes again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/N/NightStarsShadowScreams/1097602033_ress1blood.jpg" alt="HASH(0x8a9b06c)" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raw Energy- You can create raw energy from your&lt;br /&gt;emotions, this enables you to be always on your&lt;br /&gt;guard and inflict pain to those who threaten&lt;br /&gt;you- be careful, for what may come as a surge&lt;br /&gt;of power could diminish if the purpose was&lt;br /&gt;solely for destruction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/NightStarsShadowScreams/quizzes/What%20Kind%20Of%20Power%20Could%20You%20Possess%3F/"&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;What Kind Of Power Could You Possess?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/R/razorkiss/1041043358_izBAUHAUS1.jpg" alt="BAUHAUS" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're Bauhaus, the grandfather's of goth.  You&lt;br /&gt;probably don't call yourself a goth...but that&lt;br /&gt;just makes you cooler.  Nice boots, by the way&lt;br /&gt;}:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/razorkiss/quizzes/What%20Goth%20Band%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;What Goth Band Are You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have Silver Tears. You are a mysterious person&lt;br /&gt;who cries but does not want to cause others&lt;br /&gt;pain. Youlook at the world through eyes of a&lt;br /&gt;wise one because you have seen so much. You&lt;br /&gt;have wisdom and your tears fall out of pity for&lt;br /&gt;others than pity for self. You are a caring&lt;br /&gt;person that can always see the truth that is&lt;br /&gt;lodged in anyone or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Rainingmoonlight/quizzes/What%20Color%20Are%20Your%20Tears%3F/"&gt;What Color Are Your Tears?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-3;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8802213-109922939135954045?l=wallfl0werperks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallfl0werperks.blogspot.com/feeds/109922939135954045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8802213&amp;postID=109922939135954045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802213/posts/default/109922939135954045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802213/posts/default/109922939135954045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallfl0werperks.blogspot.com/2004/10/more-quizzes-again.html' title='More quizzes again...'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01779159031809250735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/adeepershade0f/eyeball1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8802213.post-109907182923055004</id><published>2004-10-29T12:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T08:17:35.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Completely....</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.smartpunk.com/product_images/9549.gif" /&gt;ly        &lt;img src="http://www.cnn.com/interactive/world/9905/china.protest.gallery/broken.window.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8802213-109907182923055004?l=wallfl0werperks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallfl0werperks.blogspot.com/feeds/109907182923055004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8802213&amp;postID=109907182923055004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802213/posts/default/109907182923055004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802213/posts/default/109907182923055004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallfl0werperks.blogspot.com/2004/10/completely.html' title='Completely....'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01779159031809250735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/adeepershade0f/eyeball1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8802213.post-109907055911664464</id><published>2004-10-29T12:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T12:32:57.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More quizzes</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.archiveangel.com/gallery/small/dark-white-rose.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're a white rose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/asortafairytale/quizzes/what%20color%20rose%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;what color rose are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/A/atmpunker/1052887546_IZMissingA.JPG" border="0" alt="The Missing "A""&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your The Missing "A". You feel as though&lt;br&gt;you are always lost. cant seem to decide very&lt;br&gt;well. You have friends, or so you think. They&lt;br&gt;are always leaving you behind and never seem to&lt;br&gt;notice that you're gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/atmpunker/quizzes/What%20rad%20Amazing%20Transparent%20Man%20thing%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What rad Amazing Transparent Man thing are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8802213-109907055911664464?l=wallfl0werperks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallfl0werperks.blogspot.com/feeds/109907055911664464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8802213&amp;postID=109907055911664464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802213/posts/default/109907055911664464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802213/posts/default/109907055911664464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallfl0werperks.blogspot.com/2004/10/more-quizzes.html' title='More quizzes'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01779159031809250735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/adeepershade0f/eyeball1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8802213.post-109906975167708344</id><published>2004-10-29T12:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T12:09:11.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The sky turned grey...</title><content type='html'>What happened to the best matched couple?&lt;br /&gt;Why did they break?&lt;br /&gt;Will they ever return?&lt;br /&gt;Was it meant to be?&lt;br /&gt;How did it all happen?&lt;br /&gt;When will we know these answers?&lt;br /&gt;Who will fix this problem?&lt;br /&gt;How could such a thing happen?&lt;br /&gt;Neither or you deserve the problems you are having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hold on, this world holds more for you than you could ever imagine. There are unseen beauties that await you, feelings that you have yet to feel. Don't throw it all away. You are some of the most unique people that I have the privelage of knowing. Please return to your rightful place. &lt;br /&gt;That is all I have to say and I hope I am heard before it is too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. You belong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8802213-109906975167708344?l=wallfl0werperks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallfl0werperks.blogspot.com/feeds/109906975167708344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8802213&amp;postID=109906975167708344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802213/posts/default/109906975167708344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802213/posts/default/109906975167708344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallfl0werperks.blogspot.com/2004/10/sky-turned-grey.html' title='The sky turned grey...'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01779159031809250735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/adeepershade0f/eyeball1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8802213.post-109906112901781495</id><published>2004-10-29T09:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T09:45:29.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You dont remember me...</title><content type='html'>Does he even know who i am anymore?&lt;br /&gt;Can he even see my face in a crowd like he used to?&lt;br /&gt;Does he know how i feel about him?&lt;br /&gt;Can he ever realize the intense love i hold in my heart for him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, he never knew me&lt;br /&gt;No, he could never see me&lt;br /&gt;No, he never will know how i feel about him&lt;br /&gt;No, because he can't even see me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8802213-109906112901781495?l=wallfl0werperks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallfl0werperks.blogspot.com/feeds/109906112901781495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8802213&amp;postID=109906112901781495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802213/posts/default/109906112901781495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802213/posts/default/109906112901781495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallfl0werperks.blogspot.com/2004/10/you-dont-remember-me.html' title='You dont remember me...'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01779159031809250735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/adeepershade0f/eyeball1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8802213.post-109898365629893438</id><published>2004-10-28T12:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T12:14:16.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Very Own.....</title><content type='html'>Personal demons, they can eat you up alive, tear you apart, make you want to die..&lt;br /&gt;this is the story of a young man and his own personal demons and how he deals with him, &lt;br /&gt;does this story have a name, why yes, it does, it is called painful existance..&lt;br /&gt;This young man has lived quietly since the day he was born, because nobody cares to hear him. And when heis finally heard it is too late, he is not here by the time they notice him, he has moved on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8802213-109898365629893438?l=wallfl0werperks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallfl0werperks.blogspot.com/feeds/109898365629893438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8802213&amp;postID=109898365629893438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802213/posts/default/109898365629893438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802213/posts/default/109898365629893438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallfl0werperks.blogspot.com/2004/10/my-very-own.html' title='My Very Own.....'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01779159031809250735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/adeepershade0f/eyeball1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8802213.post-109883139802564310</id><published>2004-10-26T17:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T15:09:12.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanna play a game?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://broknheart.mybesthost.com/Running.swf"&gt;Play a cool game in the making&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8802213-109883139802564310?l=wallfl0werperks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallfl0werperks.blogspot.com/feeds/109883139802564310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8802213&amp;postID=109883139802564310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802213/posts/default/109883139802564310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802213/posts/default/109883139802564310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallfl0werperks.blogspot.com/2004/10/wanna-play-game.html' title='Wanna play a game?'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01779159031809250735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/adeepershade0f/eyeball1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8802213.post-109880185498809113</id><published>2004-10-26T09:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T09:44:14.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone once said...</title><content type='html'>Someone once said that to be a good writer you have to write what you know. I dont know exactly who that someone is but i completely agree with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot describe the way that i feel,&lt;br /&gt;i hope that you are being real,&lt;br /&gt;Please dont lie to me&lt;br /&gt;dont break my heart&lt;br /&gt;because if you did&lt;br /&gt;i would fall apart&lt;br /&gt;be with me a little longer&lt;br /&gt;make our love grow even stronger&lt;br /&gt;i want to hold you&lt;br /&gt;to see your face&lt;br /&gt;look in my eyes and say...&lt;br /&gt;I love you forever and a day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8802213-109880185498809113?l=wallfl0werperks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallfl0werperks.blogspot.com/feeds/109880185498809113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8802213&amp;postID=109880185498809113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802213/posts/default/109880185498809113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802213/posts/default/109880185498809113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallfl0werperks.blogspot.com/2004/10/someone-once-said.html' title='Someone once said...'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01779159031809250735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/adeepershade0f/eyeball1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8802213.post-109872464899328473</id><published>2004-10-25T12:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T12:23:04.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Storm Clouds Gathering</title><content type='html'>Storm clouds may gather, but i will love you until the end of time..&lt;br /&gt;Come what may, i will love you till my dieing day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this guy friend that lives kinda far away and i really like him but he lives in york pa and the only way I could see him in person is if one of us goes to visit, which is terribly inconvenient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this black cloud gathering above my head,&lt;br /&gt;ruining my polyester shirt,&lt;br /&gt;making me miserable.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to tear up this cloud of fear, angst, and pain.&lt;br /&gt;Replace it with a cloud of hope, joy, and love.&lt;br /&gt;To make all my pain go away, that would be quite a feat,&lt;br /&gt;A near impossible task, Mission Impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A faked romance, put on as a show&lt;br /&gt;for the captivated audience&lt;br /&gt;The crowd goes wild as you tear my heart out&lt;br /&gt;I beg for it back but you have to keep it as a trophy...&lt;br /&gt;A mémoire of your conquest over me..&lt;br /&gt;well I am not to be conquered&lt;br /&gt;I shall win over you&lt;br /&gt;breaking my heart is something that you will not be doing again,&lt;br /&gt;we are through at last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does my heart cry, feelings i cant hide,&lt;br /&gt;your free to leave me but please dont decieve me,&lt;br /&gt;And please believe me when I say, "I love you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8802213-109872464899328473?l=wallfl0werperks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallfl0werperks.blogspot.com/feeds/109872464899328473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8802213&amp;postID=109872464899328473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802213/posts/default/109872464899328473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802213/posts/default/109872464899328473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallfl0werperks.blogspot.com/2004/10/storm-clouds-gathering.html' title='Storm Clouds Gathering'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01779159031809250735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/adeepershade0f/eyeball1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8802213.post-109862811120465988</id><published>2004-10-24T09:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T17:53:29.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://broknheart.mybesthost.com/1079918339_YDhardline.JPG" alt="HASH(0x8b0bee8)" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hardline. you're almost an emo kid but you like&lt;br /&gt;your music with a little more edge. just a&lt;br /&gt;little more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/atmpunker/quizzes/What%20awesome%20music%20are%20you%3F%20/"&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;What awesome music are you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8802213-109862811120465988?l=wallfl0werperks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallfl0werperks.blogspot.com/feeds/109862811120465988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8802213&amp;postID=109862811120465988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802213/posts/default/109862811120465988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802213/posts/default/109862811120465988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallfl0werperks.blogspot.com/2004/10/quiz-time.html' title='Quiz Time'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01779159031809250735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/adeepershade0f/eyeball1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8802213.post-109844578206544750</id><published>2004-10-22T06:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T06:49:42.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And he walked right by...</title><content type='html'>It is disappointing that he does not even see the kid with the purple hair. I just wanted to say hi and he does not even notice me. I feel like such a wallflower. I have purple hair so i am noticed and none of the people that i want to notice me see me at all. I walked by him and waved but he did not even look at me, he looked THROUGH me. I just want to be noticed. I needed to ask him about the cd's but he just walked right by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8802213-109844578206544750?l=wallfl0werperks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallfl0werperks.blogspot.com/feeds/109844578206544750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8802213&amp;postID=109844578206544750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802213/posts/default/109844578206544750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802213/posts/default/109844578206544750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallfl0werperks.blogspot.com/2004/10/and-he-walked-right-by.html' title='And he walked right by...'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01779159031809250735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/adeepershade0f/eyeball1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8802213.post-109837154033490041</id><published>2004-10-21T10:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T12:24:47.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cardboard Box</title><content type='html'>I was thinking about the construction at school when i walked by a cardboard box in the MCC.. Here is what i thought...&lt;br /&gt;My life is like a cardboard box, very sturdy when grouped with others...&lt;br /&gt;and oh so fragile on its own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come to the conclusion that i want to meet the guy that i haze been talking to most of yesterday evening because he seems very intereesting, the only problem is that he lives in York, Pa. I cant wait till the faerie festival so I can meet him!!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways he is such a cute guy and he is very nice too!!! And he is drug free!! WAHOO!! i am feeling very over allen right now and i feel like driving to york, sleeping at my uncle's house and spending most my waking hours with this guy, his name is will by the way and i cant wait to get home to talk some more to him online...&lt;br /&gt;He makes me smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, i will be making $200 tomorrow for my ADHD study in the city, I cant wait cause i need the money. Anyways i gotta go&lt;br /&gt;-Charlie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8802213-109837154033490041?l=wallfl0werperks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallfl0werperks.blogspot.com/feeds/109837154033490041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8802213&amp;postID=109837154033490041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802213/posts/default/109837154033490041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802213/posts/default/109837154033490041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallfl0werperks.blogspot.com/2004/10/cardboard-box.html' title='Cardboard Box'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01779159031809250735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/adeepershade0f/eyeball1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8802213.post-109827518727920722</id><published>2004-10-20T10:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T07:26:27.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My uncencored life</title><content type='html'>I had this dream about joey last night, it was so surreal. I think my subconcious is telling me to go for him..  In this dream somebody was handing out aphrodisiacs and joey kept on getting them and giving me these looks.. So i finally figured i might as well try one, and  i kept eating them and then i finally started to walk over to joey and his chair slid away... then after i gave up.. he walked over to me and we started talking. Then i woke up to A.F.I. playing Silver and Cold on my alarm clock.. I was so excited by the feeling of being near joey that i want right back to sleep. Back to the dream*&lt;br /&gt;As i drifted back into dreamland, joey was standing there and he pulled me close and kissed me..!!!&lt;br /&gt;Then i woke up at 6 am and had to get ready for school...&lt;br /&gt;Well, here i am at school and i just found out that i have to retake my writing test for the PSSA's which is a bit upsetting. But i feel a bit better because I found out that if you did not recieve a score for a section of the test then you did not take it!! Which means i am not dumb, just absent. Anyways that ia sll i have to say for now..&lt;br /&gt;~to any new readers, stay tuned for more love, angst, dreams, fears, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8802213-109827518727920722?l=wallfl0werperks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallfl0werperks.blogspot.com/feeds/109827518727920722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8802213&amp;postID=109827518727920722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802213/posts/default/109827518727920722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802213/posts/default/109827518727920722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallfl0werperks.blogspot.com/2004/10/my-uncencored-life.html' title='My uncencored life'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01779159031809250735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/adeepershade0f/eyeball1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
