<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325421</id><updated>2010-02-07T11:08:42.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THe NotebOOk</title><subtitle type='html'>poetry, song, and simple words that may never make it off of the writers page and into the world</subtitle><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325421/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotebook.kindredfall.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325421/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotebook.kindredfall.com/atom.xml'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367365467182394342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>90</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325421.post-4359842500006365122</id><published>2010-02-05T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T00:12:30.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>waltz in the rainshine</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#336699"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lightly misting on my face&lt;br /&gt;is the storm coming or going?&lt;br /&gt;in this condition the droplets dance&lt;br /&gt;can't go traipsing through that work.&lt;br /&gt;the harder it falls&lt;br /&gt;the easier to tiptoe&lt;br /&gt;around the moisture dampening our lives&lt;br /&gt;or does it bring life?&lt;br /&gt;shall we dance between the raindrops&lt;br /&gt;or waltz in the rainshine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6325421-4359842500006365122?l=thenotebook.kindredfall.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325421/posts/default/4359842500006365122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325421/posts/default/4359842500006365122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotebook.kindredfall.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#4359842500006365122' title='waltz in the rainshine'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367365467182394342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01756119128650251206'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325421.post-3017438107412218881</id><published>2010-01-29T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T11:08:42.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'>inquisite</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#336699"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll ask permission&lt;br /&gt;i know you'll find it weird&lt;br /&gt;just trying to avoid what&lt;br /&gt;everybody's feared&lt;br /&gt;unsure of what your feelings&lt;br /&gt;want to say to me&lt;br /&gt;unsure because the distance&lt;br /&gt;lays between you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and every time we&lt;br /&gt;talk together&lt;br /&gt;can't explain it&lt;br /&gt;so i ask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it ok if i love you?&lt;br /&gt;the meaning is swimming in haze&lt;br /&gt;is it ok if i love you&lt;br /&gt;regardless if you feel the same?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not looking for your hand&lt;br /&gt;but not a foreign thought&lt;br /&gt;and that's the sort of problem&lt;br /&gt;you may not have sought&lt;br /&gt;something like the way a&lt;br /&gt;knight has his maiden&lt;br /&gt;a time when just to love&lt;br /&gt;was admired not a sin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but every time we&lt;br /&gt;talk together&lt;br /&gt;can't explain it&lt;br /&gt;so i ask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it ok if i love you?&lt;br /&gt;the meaning is swimming in haze&lt;br /&gt;is it ok if i love you&lt;br /&gt;regardless if you feel the same?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny how it works this way&lt;br /&gt;hide emotion in the fray&lt;br /&gt;it's not sudden but unforeseen&lt;br /&gt;taking chance on a distant fling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6325421-3017438107412218881?l=thenotebook.kindredfall.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325421/posts/default/3017438107412218881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325421/posts/default/3017438107412218881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotebook.kindredfall.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#3017438107412218881' title='inquisite'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367365467182394342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01756119128650251206'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325421.post-2076276135420846911</id><published>2010-01-27T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T07:40:05.277-08:00</updated><title type='text'>one (1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#336699"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me, when the dreams go black&lt;br /&gt;does it mean it's over?&lt;br /&gt;are all my aspirations motion picture shows?&lt;br /&gt;and how those come and go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;believe me when i say i've tried&lt;br /&gt;don't leave me far behind&lt;br /&gt;the losses taken all in stride&lt;br /&gt;for the love of one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tell you now, i'm sorry: i failed to comfort you&lt;br /&gt;gave you crimson-colored glasses&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't have you chasing after things&lt;br /&gt;when they are not as they seem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you don't believe me because you've never tried&lt;br /&gt;just digested the sweet lies&lt;br /&gt;never losing leaves you soft inside&lt;br /&gt;for the love of one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6325421-2076276135420846911?l=thenotebook.kindredfall.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325421/posts/default/2076276135420846911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325421/posts/default/2076276135420846911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotebook.kindredfall.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#2076276135420846911' title='one (1)'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367365467182394342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01756119128650251206'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325421.post-1370637200792100683</id><published>2009-12-28T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T11:50:32.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#336699"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look from the window&lt;br /&gt;down from the window&lt;br /&gt;outside the window&lt;br /&gt;out from the window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he bites his lip to hold his tongue&lt;br /&gt;the silly things that have been done&lt;br /&gt;remember all the times before&lt;br /&gt;she said she couldn't love him more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he bites his lip to dam the tears&lt;br /&gt;the truth has realized his fears&lt;br /&gt;some people never change their ways&lt;br /&gt;breathing hate and love the same way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but why does he feel he must justify himself&lt;br /&gt;to judge the fairness of moving on?&lt;br /&gt;when he found to regain an emotion once shared&lt;br /&gt;with the girl in the window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he bites his lip to stay the rage&lt;br /&gt;because their minds don't accept change&lt;br /&gt;although the anger's justified&lt;br /&gt;knows the heat just fuels the problems pride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he bites his lip to stop the laughter&lt;br /&gt;look ahead to the next chapter&lt;br /&gt;without regret he looks ahead&lt;br /&gt;and to the future gladly rests his head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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type='html'>&lt;font color="#336699"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some days the constant buzz&lt;br /&gt;rumbles underneath the skin&lt;br /&gt;those day it might win&lt;br /&gt;i find the life beyond the whim&lt;br /&gt;it's living too thin&lt;br /&gt;these days it might win&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come closer dear&lt;br /&gt;come re-live the fear&lt;br /&gt;come don't mind the mess&lt;br /&gt;i leave behind&lt;br /&gt;i know where everything is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try to make amends with empty words&lt;br /&gt;conversation makes the feeling worse&lt;br /&gt;i search&lt;br /&gt;for ways to let the notion go&lt;br /&gt;"put on a happy face" you know?&lt;br /&gt;i don't keep masks on my shelf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remind me why i'm not gone again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6325421-3810571268624667858?l=thenotebook.kindredfall.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;from what we thought was good&lt;br /&gt;but happy thoughts&lt;br /&gt;don't sooth the pain/hurt&lt;br /&gt;that left me sleeping&lt;br /&gt;at home alone&lt;br /&gt;and you're bringing it back again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every step away&lt;br /&gt;you run in close&lt;br /&gt;like stalking your prey&lt;br /&gt;find the most remote&lt;br /&gt;way to keep a tether tied&lt;br /&gt;around me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i think it flattering&lt;br /&gt;to find it's still &lt;br /&gt;awkward feeling, so much&lt;br /&gt;when i'm just being civil?&lt;br /&gt;you should know that the piece of me&lt;br /&gt;is no longer free&lt;br /&gt;for the games that you play:&lt;br /&gt;let go, let me love again &lt;br /&gt;in peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ask me to look at the pictures&lt;br /&gt;call me to hang with your friends&lt;br /&gt;not til you make clear your motives&lt;br /&gt;it seems you want me to love you again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6325421-3884257146127872051?l=thenotebook.kindredfall.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325421/posts/default/3884257146127872051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325421/posts/default/3884257146127872051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotebook.kindredfall.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#3884257146127872051' title=''/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367365467182394342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01756119128650251206'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325421.post-1743799383300375654</id><published>2009-08-20T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T18:50:18.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'>glimmer</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#336699"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a glimmer of hope&lt;br /&gt;in a facade of happiness&lt;br /&gt;someone to help&lt;br /&gt;on the shore of confidence&lt;br /&gt;in nothing but shells&lt;br /&gt;of plastic princesses&lt;br /&gt;you're willing to wash them away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look how they roll &lt;br /&gt;bombard you with everything&lt;br /&gt;see in their eyes&lt;br /&gt;won't appreciate anything&lt;br /&gt;done with your heart&lt;br /&gt;just another grain&lt;br /&gt;of the ever-blowing sand&lt;br /&gt;it's a waste of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you see the arcs of those below&lt;br /&gt;looking to fly with the way&lt;br /&gt;riding cleanly on the surface&lt;br /&gt;only soaring coz you found a way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[they'll] find a new rule&lt;br /&gt;that will hold us in order&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6325421-1743799383300375654?l=thenotebook.kindredfall.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325421/posts/default/1743799383300375654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325421/posts/default/1743799383300375654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotebook.kindredfall.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#1743799383300375654' title='glimmer'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367365467182394342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01756119128650251206'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325421.post-7412437919643952707</id><published>2009-05-04T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T16:36:43.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#336699"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i wrong to want to hold your hand?&lt;br /&gt;am i wrong to think no master plan&lt;br /&gt;should affect my sensibilities?&lt;br /&gt;you're always where i want to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;search for the words that'll never make sense&lt;br /&gt;just not enough, only pennies and pence&lt;br /&gt;enough in it countenece, enough in my mind&lt;br /&gt;but it's something simple, not broken, it's clear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i criminal to find you lovely and keen?&lt;br /&gt;am i criminal to see you in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;even though the time we've spent is short?&lt;br /&gt;you're the girl i'd like to court&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6325421-7412437919643952707?l=thenotebook.kindredfall.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325421/posts/default/7412437919643952707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325421/posts/default/7412437919643952707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotebook.kindredfall.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#7412437919643952707' title=''/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367365467182394342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01756119128650251206'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325421.post-6923642325767703351</id><published>2009-04-25T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T18:49:25.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>#16</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#336699"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i - can't stop yet&lt;br /&gt;i - won't forget&lt;br /&gt;we've just begun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sitting where the time becomes the truth eating my bones&lt;br /&gt;dying here unknowing falling through obscurity&lt;br /&gt;looking through glass shining me reflecting what was past&lt;br /&gt;while shielding me from present themes affect simplicity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't live waiting for the sun&lt;br /&gt;only option is to run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;becoming a waiter&lt;br /&gt;another to say&lt;br /&gt;"i've nothing to offer you"&lt;br /&gt;you lay in wait&lt;br /&gt;your hesitation&lt;br /&gt;demoralizes the world&lt;br /&gt;if you don't move&lt;br /&gt;ten why should i?&lt;br /&gt;it's on your hands when they all pass away -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6325421-6923642325767703351?l=thenotebook.kindredfall.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325421/posts/default/6923642325767703351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325421/posts/default/6923642325767703351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotebook.kindredfall.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#6923642325767703351' title='#16'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367365467182394342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01756119128650251206'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325421.post-722545795790223823</id><published>2009-03-30T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T12:32:03.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>seconds</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#336699"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes a fleeting moment&lt;br /&gt;captures my fingers&lt;br /&gt;it goes on forgotten&lt;br /&gt;never to have its sound&lt;br /&gt;grace my ears once again.&lt;br /&gt;the smooth conversation&lt;br /&gt;we never had&lt;br /&gt;but are remembered for more&lt;br /&gt;clearly as the brook&lt;br /&gt;that shimmers, shimmy&lt;br /&gt;through the windy livelihood&lt;br /&gt;dependent on its continuing&lt;br /&gt;rushing on. like everything&lt;br /&gt;we live for now&lt;br /&gt;becoming past in motion&lt;br /&gt;smiling as we go on&lt;br /&gt;believing seconds last&lt;br /&gt;forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6325421-722545795790223823?l=thenotebook.kindredfall.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325421/posts/default/722545795790223823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325421/posts/default/722545795790223823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotebook.kindredfall.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#722545795790223823' title='seconds'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367365467182394342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01756119128650251206'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325421.post-4605858263707652877</id><published>2009-03-30T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T15:24:18.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#336699"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell me to swing it&lt;br /&gt;You know the way it goes&lt;br /&gt;You've seen this lick before&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, most everybody knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i expand the boundaries&lt;br /&gt;But i won't play this game&lt;br /&gt;The rules are most beleaguered&lt;br /&gt;And end results the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's going nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's someones son&lt;br /&gt;The daughter of anybody&lt;br /&gt;Who could be anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is what moves forward&lt;br /&gt;The truth is it won't end&lt;br /&gt;it isn't dissapearing&lt;br /&gt;More lively than the wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6325421-4605858263707652877?l=thenotebook.kindredfall.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325421/posts/default/4605858263707652877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325421/posts/default/4605858263707652877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotebook.kindredfall.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#4605858263707652877' title=''/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367365467182394342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01756119128650251206'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325421.post-4746001844859019506</id><published>2009-03-04T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T07:54:53.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#336699"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another rainy day&lt;br /&gt;we got mixed up in the pain&lt;br /&gt;the journey to the toil&lt;br /&gt;a man repairs his walker&lt;br /&gt;in the middle of the street&lt;br /&gt;but we drive on&lt;br /&gt;up the way&lt;br /&gt;beyond the lights&lt;br /&gt;seen through the grey&lt;br /&gt;compliment the indecision&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6325421-4746001844859019506?l=thenotebook.kindredfall.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325421/posts/default/4746001844859019506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325421/posts/default/4746001844859019506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotebook.kindredfall.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#4746001844859019506' title=''/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367365467182394342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01756119128650251206'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325421.post-201158065237398580</id><published>2009-02-04T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T07:54:45.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#336699"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mind is refracted&lt;br /&gt;can't seem to collect myself&lt;br /&gt;leaves my care although determined&lt;br /&gt;in a state of disarray&lt;br /&gt;reach for the bottle&lt;br /&gt;to slow down the change&lt;br /&gt;all is temporary&lt;br /&gt;forsake to find where grace is given&lt;br /&gt;when i know it's only there&lt;br /&gt;that my head can hit the pillow&lt;br /&gt;and slow the rolling stone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6325421-201158065237398580?l=thenotebook.kindredfall.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325421/posts/default/201158065237398580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325421/posts/default/201158065237398580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotebook.kindredfall.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#201158065237398580' title=''/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367365467182394342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01756119128650251206'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325421.post-1417576683755195026</id><published>2009-01-16T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T12:43:37.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#336699"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;etch your/my heart into the sun&lt;br /&gt;unravel what won't come undone&lt;br /&gt;wear cold shoulders in your sleeve&lt;br /&gt;we will give no one reprieve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;dasvadanya&lt;/i&gt; there's no grade&lt;br /&gt;for the monstrous tides we wade&lt;br /&gt;in the murky depths we ride&lt;br /&gt;out of the darkness, we can't hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stitch your/my mind amongst the stars&lt;br /&gt;live beyond their forced par&lt;br /&gt;cement existence within glass&lt;br /&gt;crying out "i'll never pass"&lt;br /&gt;when all the while. looking hard,&lt;br /&gt;time was wasted, no regard&lt;br /&gt;for your hope, everything you need&lt;br /&gt;to not get by on naught but greed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrap your/my soul around the moon&lt;br /&gt;our satellite that shows her wounds&lt;br /&gt;in beauty that been ever praised&lt;br /&gt;alight to all the faults we razed&lt;br /&gt;emmaculate, destroy our youth&lt;br /&gt;and say, "it's wasted, more vermooth"&lt;br /&gt;never thinking what it could be&lt;br /&gt;to show yourself in company&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6325421-1417576683755195026?l=thenotebook.kindredfall.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325421/posts/default/1417576683755195026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325421/posts/default/1417576683755195026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotebook.kindredfall.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#1417576683755195026' title=''/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367365467182394342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01756119128650251206'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325421.post-1385611415683936815</id><published>2008-10-16T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T21:51:37.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#336699"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been focused on the start for days&lt;br /&gt;plenty of time to set me in motion&lt;br /&gt;motion, ocean&lt;br /&gt;the tide rides high and low&lt;br /&gt;pulling me out to sea, foundation&lt;br /&gt;a crushing blow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see as she speaks&lt;br /&gt;she tells, retreats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alone, knowing the way of the &lt;br /&gt;world, praying to change the&lt;br /&gt;mold, our lives fit into&lt;br /&gt;unknown, taking a chance in&lt;br /&gt;faith, believing we could be&lt;br /&gt;more, or something better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been dreaming so big they can speak&lt;br /&gt;in colors of strength so that they spill over&lt;br /&gt;over an' over&lt;br /&gt;into the life that i lead&lt;br /&gt;feel the embrace of a world born into&lt;br /&gt;a perfect shoe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see as she speaks&lt;br /&gt;she tells, retreats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but do you dream in shades of grey?&lt;br /&gt;or put off living what they say?&lt;br /&gt;leaves you feeling broken&lt;br /&gt;in the life you have chosen&lt;br /&gt;visions came to you&lt;br /&gt;knowing what you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alone, knowing the way of the &lt;br /&gt;world, praying to change the&lt;br /&gt;mold, our lives fit into&lt;br /&gt;unknown, taking a chance in&lt;br /&gt;faith, believing we could be&lt;br /&gt;more, or something better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6325421-1385611415683936815?l=thenotebook.kindredfall.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325421/posts/default/1385611415683936815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325421/posts/default/1385611415683936815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotebook.kindredfall.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#1385611415683936815' title=''/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367365467182394342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01756119128650251206'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325421.post-9065363987427877797</id><published>2008-09-20T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T12:27:30.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'>adelaide</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#336699"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the white cursor blinks&lt;br /&gt;on my mind is a stage&lt;br /&gt;all performers alight&lt;br /&gt;they're a hit, it's a rage&lt;br /&gt;come in ringing the bell&lt;br /&gt;knowing we've got it made&lt;br /&gt;sing the chorus so full&lt;br /&gt;"Adelaide, Adelaide"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adelaide make your mark&lt;br /&gt;with the world on a string&lt;br /&gt;pull the tether so tight&lt;br /&gt;to destroy others dreams&lt;br /&gt;and their lives not to own&lt;br /&gt;but to you they're for sale&lt;br /&gt;Adelaide, you're a product of we&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all is red, black, and white&lt;br /&gt;brown and yellow make green&lt;br /&gt;come to play in the attic&lt;br /&gt;never will make a scene&lt;br /&gt;cut the action, take six&lt;br /&gt;miss the point in the fade&lt;br /&gt;zone a mark, it's for failure&lt;br /&gt;Adelaide, Adelaide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6325421-9065363987427877797?l=thenotebook.kindredfall.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325421/posts/default/9065363987427877797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325421/posts/default/9065363987427877797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotebook.kindredfall.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#9065363987427877797' title='adelaide'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367365467182394342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01756119128650251206'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325421.post-5511996094795486953</id><published>2008-09-11T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T13:46:41.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#336699"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scantily-clad in accessory&lt;br /&gt;filling the lines with hipocracy&lt;br /&gt;the color it makes only fakes the shape&lt;br /&gt;marking time in the parking lot&lt;br /&gt;order it up with a double-shot&lt;br /&gt;we engulf the world we won't escape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if this is life&lt;br /&gt;then let me out&lt;br /&gt;tug on the strings&lt;br /&gt;untie the knot&lt;br /&gt;keeping us scared&lt;br /&gt;so we won't look&lt;br /&gt;the life they make&lt;br /&gt;will fall apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6325421-5511996094795486953?l=thenotebook.kindredfall.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325421/posts/default/5511996094795486953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325421/posts/default/5511996094795486953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotebook.kindredfall.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#5511996094795486953' title=''/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367365467182394342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01756119128650251206'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325421.post-689038944433300592</id><published>2008-08-28T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T22:49:17.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#336699"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awaken to the real world&lt;br /&gt;meet and greet and say 'hello'&lt;br /&gt;realize it's not so cold&lt;br /&gt;realize it when you're old&lt;br /&gt;Like a child, smell the emptiness outside&lt;br /&gt;but don't care to understand&lt;br /&gt;just know it is - &lt;br /&gt;acknowledges -&lt;br /&gt;Yes, by running free; never tell a lie:&lt;br /&gt;remove another's, preserve your liberty&lt;br /&gt;rock-a-by don't ever stop&lt;br /&gt;keep your home you hear "chop"&lt;br /&gt;Chop your Lockes and give me death&lt;br /&gt;wash the hands that stand abreast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;andante&lt;/i&gt; raise upon the stand&lt;br /&gt;the lives of all that claim the land&lt;br /&gt;risk your lives for no mans soul&lt;br /&gt;not even righteousness can persevere&lt;br /&gt;Building emptiness in the sand&lt;br /&gt;failing to meet life's demand&lt;br /&gt;Awaken to the real world&lt;br /&gt;meet and greet and say 'hello'&lt;br /&gt;you've never met; wish you'd been told&lt;br /&gt;to realize before you're old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6325421-689038944433300592?l=thenotebook.kindredfall.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;has grown tired; will work no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sing myself to sleep&lt;br /&gt;i lull the night by me&lt;br /&gt;the darkness streams through every bit of light&lt;br /&gt;it's on me to wake up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with my mind i see the wrongs&lt;br /&gt;the debts we pay are forced upon&lt;br /&gt;our very needs have come undone&lt;br /&gt;the few that rule keep us apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sing myself to sleep&lt;br /&gt;i lull the night by me&lt;br /&gt;the darkness screams through every bit of light&lt;br /&gt;it's on me to wake up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6325421-2878361830698752978?l=thenotebook.kindredfall.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325421/posts/default/2878361830698752978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325421/posts/default/2878361830698752978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotebook.kindredfall.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#2878361830698752978' title='Sleeper'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367365467182394342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01756119128650251206'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325421.post-6562892731116463163</id><published>2008-07-25T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T19:17:49.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#336699"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiet Now&lt;br /&gt;i've fallen prey to sleep&lt;br /&gt;silent now&lt;br /&gt;my body is the keep&lt;br /&gt;holding me&lt;br /&gt;the things remain unseen&lt;br /&gt;Quiet Now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satellite&lt;br /&gt;play my favorite tune&lt;br /&gt;every night&lt;br /&gt;closer to the moon&lt;br /&gt;spots of white&lt;br /&gt;engulf the evening soon&lt;br /&gt;Satellite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6325421-6562892731116463163?l=thenotebook.kindredfall.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325421/posts/default/6562892731116463163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325421/posts/default/6562892731116463163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotebook.kindredfall.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#6562892731116463163' title=''/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367365467182394342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01756119128650251206'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325421.post-6399154486081740989</id><published>2008-06-27T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T00:14:58.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#336699"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all the world escapes me&lt;br /&gt;i just pull up a chair&lt;br /&gt;listen to the space between&lt;br /&gt;and realize that's what i need&lt;br /&gt;in the void i hear the noises&lt;br /&gt;what i feign to listen to&lt;br /&gt;in the everyday anyway&lt;br /&gt;just trying to get by&lt;br /&gt;Complacent, apathetic&lt;br /&gt;to the never-changing all around&lt;br /&gt;never notice, never see&lt;br /&gt;the spark that becomes&lt;br /&gt;When reading looks like a game&lt;br /&gt;seeing more than black on white&lt;br /&gt;but spectrum in eternity&lt;br /&gt;alights upon my head&lt;br /&gt;look for what it means&lt;br /&gt;when it's just circles&lt;br /&gt;finding the constant center-piece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the time that i've spent here&lt;br /&gt;been staring at the sun&lt;br /&gt;until i sit and take the time&lt;br /&gt;something i'll never know&lt;br /&gt;only when we realize we're blind&lt;br /&gt;can we ever choose to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6325421-6399154486081740989?l=thenotebook.kindredfall.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325421/posts/default/6399154486081740989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325421/posts/default/6399154486081740989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotebook.kindredfall.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#6399154486081740989' title=''/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367365467182394342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01756119128650251206'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325421.post-8256466328129405287</id><published>2008-05-29T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T22:42:48.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#336699"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are too stuck up to think that things could be better here for &lt;i&gt;everyone&lt;/i&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;We are too stuck up to think that it should be or is us that need to begin the move towards change;&lt;br /&gt;We are too stuck up to consider multiple solutions to the same problems we see;&lt;br /&gt;We are too stuck up to share credit where credit is due;&lt;br /&gt;We are too stuck up to respect or accept anothers point of view;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rinse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6325421-8256466328129405287?l=thenotebook.kindredfall.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325421/posts/default/8256466328129405287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325421/posts/default/8256466328129405287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotebook.kindredfall.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#8256466328129405287' title=''/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367365467182394342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01756119128650251206'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325421.post-8468618035422569528</id><published>2008-05-22T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T14:45:08.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#336699"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a walk beside myself out in the rain&lt;br /&gt;we chatted closely; sang the songs that slip away&lt;br /&gt;Myself apologized for lack of words to say&lt;br /&gt;the silence slapped my face&lt;br /&gt;but i don't blame it on the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We carry fortitude the likes no man has seen&lt;br /&gt;including us, you see, we know not what it means&lt;br /&gt;the gray surrounding us - a new relentless blend&lt;br /&gt;so hard to see the right&lt;br /&gt;but i don't blame it on the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6325421-8468618035422569528?l=thenotebook.kindredfall.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325421/posts/default/8468618035422569528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325421/posts/default/8468618035422569528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotebook.kindredfall.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#8468618035422569528' title=''/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367365467182394342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01756119128650251206'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325421.post-823441244674166031</id><published>2008-05-15T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T18:48:22.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>on nukes and lard</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#336699"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;America the bountiful&lt;br /&gt;won't share with any man&lt;br /&gt;how much any one life worth&lt;br /&gt;not pennies in their hand&lt;br /&gt;many learn not growing wise&lt;br /&gt;listening to dirty, dirty lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;America the plentiful&lt;br /&gt;hoards all they take away&lt;br /&gt;from 'assets' they've protected&lt;br /&gt;and they take over and stay&lt;br /&gt;told to never trust the truth&lt;br /&gt;no need for proof, no need for proof&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their lies are not our own&lt;br /&gt;don't relieve your righteous disbelief&lt;br /&gt;on those who'll understand -&lt;br /&gt;we're doing what we can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;America the copious&lt;br /&gt;"God shed His grace on thee"&lt;br /&gt;not a care for all of US&lt;br /&gt;between the "shining seas"&lt;br /&gt;this generation's lost the 'why'&lt;br /&gt;finding bliss in living daily lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listen hard to all the fluff&lt;br /&gt;that's all there ever is&lt;br /&gt;America the beautiful&lt;br /&gt;the poorest of the rich&lt;br /&gt;told to never trust the truth&lt;br /&gt;no need for proof, no need for proof&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;throw that love your way&lt;br /&gt;it works like hand-grenades&lt;br /&gt;land it somewhere near&lt;br /&gt;works in spite of fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your war is not with us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6325421-823441244674166031?l=thenotebook.kindredfall.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325421/posts/default/823441244674166031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325421/posts/default/823441244674166031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotebook.kindredfall.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#823441244674166031' title='on nukes and lard'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367365467182394342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01756119128650251206'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325421.post-8784080989238236870</id><published>2008-04-03T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T18:47:56.881-08:00</updated><title type='text'>once a gain again</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#336699"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're coming alive &lt;br /&gt;is this what you expected?&lt;br /&gt;it's taking the truth away from me&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry that now it is my time to go&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry that now i have to leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i try&lt;br /&gt;and i fail&lt;br /&gt;when i can&lt;br /&gt;i will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i'm back again&lt;br /&gt;i stack again the road-blocks in my skull&lt;br /&gt;between the ears lay aches and pain&lt;br /&gt;and lies that bring me&lt;br /&gt;closer to life&lt;br /&gt;or so i believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fall off track again&lt;br /&gt;we crack minds to feel less crazy&lt;br /&gt;insanity denies the truth&lt;br /&gt;of what we have become&lt;br /&gt;to life&lt;br /&gt;and this i believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there i go should'n&lt;br /&gt;on the situation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6325421-8784080989238236870?l=thenotebook.kindredfall.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325421/posts/default/8784080989238236870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325421/posts/default/8784080989238236870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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