<?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-5976245985138163381</id><updated>2011-06-29T13:51:28.961+03:00</updated><category term='sanity'/><category term='choice'/><category term='drift'/><category term='jazz'/><category term='declaration'/><category term='lift your spirits'/><category term='gothic'/><category term='how to smile'/><category term='death'/><category term='loss'/><category term='scare'/><category term='prosperity'/><category term='daydream'/><category term='depression'/><category term='imagination'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='shadows'/><category term='war'/><category term='c'/><category term='motel'/><category term='Life'/><category term='sex'/><category term='haunt'/><category term='smile'/><category term='vent out'/><category term='sports'/><category term='mad world'/><category term='anger'/><category term='revolution'/><category term='mind talk and conversations'/><category term='money'/><title type='text'>End of the Road</title><subtitle type='html'>where my brain farts out what ever isnt digested right</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fictitious-82.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976245985138163381/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fictitious-82.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Leo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02798132641274884414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ic1.deviantart.com/fs15/f/2007/051/8/e/sex_by_blisterine66.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976245985138163381.post-3640388401939217453</id><published>2007-06-24T17:08:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T09:54:29.259+03:00</updated><title type='text'>FEEL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#080808;"&gt;Declare this an emergency, run free with your thoughts and throw only riddles at me. confusing? This isn’t confusing anymore, you need to breathe and I don’t know what I need to do. This is where you keep me. in a corner of your mind, lost dead and wallowing in the shadows of nothingness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#080808;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#080808;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Take all your masks off and show me who you really are?! An angel?! That you are not, I demon, I am sure you don’t know how. But one thing I know for sure. You don’t know what you seek nor what you want anymore. life brings us down and this is who you really are, all your masks fade at the moments of solidarity. We break and show our real faces, I’ve seen my reflection in the mirror and I’ve seen who I can be. Its not a pretty sight that I have seen the real me. I try to hide it. But you bring it out in me. you need what you want and forget what you need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#080808;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fc03.deviantart.com/fs8/i/2005/361/9/3/Broken_by_Obitus_Strand.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://fc03.deviantart.com/fs8/i/2005/361/9/3/Broken_by_Obitus_Strand.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;BLANK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#080808;"&gt;Emotions include rage, and rage overrules passion.&lt;br /&gt;When down and broken the real face of you comes out to defend your right to be alive. I’ve met my inner me, I saw my reflection to situations like these. I did not like what I had to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I declare this an emergency. My volcano is about to erupt and i am holding the rocks in place. The burring rocks of fire burnt my hands and caused me infusion. I try so hard to keep that face or phase in me buried deep. I let it come to life long ago, and now that I know what it can do, I need to keep it buried. It breaks my bones it breaks my spine. Everything is vacant and empty in here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#080808;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:280%;"&gt;BLANK FEEL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5976245985138163381-3640388401939217453?l=fictitious-82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fictitious-82.blogspot.com/feeds/3640388401939217453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976245985138163381&amp;postID=3640388401939217453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976245985138163381/posts/default/3640388401939217453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976245985138163381/posts/default/3640388401939217453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fictitious-82.blogspot.com/2007/06/blank.html' title='FEEL'/><author><name>Leo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02798132641274884414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ic1.deviantart.com/fs15/f/2007/051/8/e/sex_by_blisterine66.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976245985138163381.post-5703299951806033400</id><published>2007-06-17T17:01:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T14:47:57.130+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mad world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imagination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='revolution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vent out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anger'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kids playing Russian roulette on the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;Girls barely 16 selling their flesh for a fix&lt;br /&gt;The world is cruel and unforgiving&lt;br /&gt;People living underground&lt;br /&gt;While the devil roams the earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5976245985138163381-5703299951806033400?l=fictitious-82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fictitious-82.blogspot.com/feeds/5703299951806033400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976245985138163381&amp;postID=5703299951806033400&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976245985138163381/posts/default/5703299951806033400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976245985138163381/posts/default/5703299951806033400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fictitious-82.blogspot.com/2007/06/kids-playing-russian-roulette-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Leo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02798132641274884414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ic1.deviantart.com/fs15/f/2007/051/8/e/sex_by_blisterine66.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976245985138163381.post-1821133862067509483</id><published>2007-06-09T12:47:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T17:48:17.013+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imagination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind talk and conversations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daydream'/><title type='text'>dont wait up, i'm never coming back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ic1.deviantart.com/fs13/f/2007/001/0/2/Cold_by_PaulPat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://ic1.deviantart.com/fs13/f/2007/001/0/2/Cold_by_PaulPat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Waves.. clash into shore&lt;br /&gt;Breeze.. drift on by&lt;br /&gt;Oceans.. mourn over me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body starts to surface this vast and enormous ocean. Nothing seems to matter anymore, alas, I figured the world doesn’t revolve around me anymore. For I am dead inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn off the lights and light the candles instead. No use staying up all night looking out your window anymore. I’ve had my decision, I’m not coming home anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Leave my clothes scattered all around the room as I’ve left them this morning. Don’t move anything from its place. I want you to remember how messy I was. Recall every black memory of me. I don’t want you to miss me anymore… I just cant come back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trees start to moan as the hallow wind brushes its leaves.&lt;br /&gt;The streets are clod from no life passing them everyday.&lt;br /&gt;The wind howls… "he wont come back ever again"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never planned on this, and you know that. Its not your fault nor is it mine. It just happened like this. When my children are old enough to understand, tell them how much I love them. Let them know I was sorry for not being around as they grew up. Sorry for not being there when any of them fell and scratched a knee. Sorry for not being there for their birthdays. Let them know how much I wanted to be there, how much I loved their mother, and how much I miss them today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birds stop singing their songs.&lt;br /&gt;The park outside our window loses its colors of life.&lt;br /&gt;Its winter, and everything is pale.&lt;br /&gt;Its winter, and its not a happy one.&lt;br /&gt;Its winter, and everything is as cold as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body resides on the shore blown by a tide. It was Savanah’s birthday today, I wanted to surprise her. Surprise my daughter on her birthday. Yet I never made it home…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;savanah my dear, dont jump in after me.. you cant bring me home anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ic1.deviantart.com/fs16/i/2007/152/6/3/it_was_cold__to_be_honest__by_berrytea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://ic1.deviantart.com/fs16/i/2007/152/6/3/it_was_cold__to_be_honest__by_berrytea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5976245985138163381-1821133862067509483?l=fictitious-82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fictitious-82.blogspot.com/feeds/1821133862067509483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976245985138163381&amp;postID=1821133862067509483&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976245985138163381/posts/default/1821133862067509483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976245985138163381/posts/default/1821133862067509483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fictitious-82.blogspot.com/2007/06/dont-wait-up-im-never-coming-back.html' title='dont wait up, i&apos;m never coming back'/><author><name>Leo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02798132641274884414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ic1.deviantart.com/fs15/f/2007/051/8/e/sex_by_blisterine66.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976245985138163381.post-4350855747966226327</id><published>2007-06-03T14:15:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T17:10:03.445+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prosperity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imagination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind talk and conversations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how to smile'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jazz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daydream'/><title type='text'>*** Silence to my soul ****</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Picture this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://fc01.deviantart.com/fs6/i/2005/034/8/7/Jazz_by_c4d_Jack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 423px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="328" alt="" src="http://fc01.deviantart.com/fs6/i/2005/034/8/7/Jazz_by_c4d_Jack.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A dark room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoke dancing off a cigarette under a ray of light &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;... silence …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A door in the background squeaks to shut,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slow beats of drums running lightly in the air,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A jazzy fissile of classic blues,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the story begins….&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://ic3.deviantart.com/fs10/i/2006/129/9/0/Watercolor_Borders_by_victoriaely.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 423px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="94" alt="" src="http://ic3.deviantart.com/fs10/i/2006/129/9/0/Watercolor_Borders_by_victoriaely.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009acd;"&gt;Someday, when I'm awfully low&lt;br /&gt;When the world is cold&lt;br /&gt;I will feel a glow&lt;br /&gt;Just thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;And the way you look tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but you're lovely&lt;br /&gt;With your smile so warm&lt;br /&gt;And your cheek so soft&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing for me&lt;br /&gt;But to love you...&lt;br /&gt;And the way you look tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With each word your tenderness grows&lt;br /&gt;Tearing my fears apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#007fff;"&gt;And that laugh....&lt;br /&gt;That wrinkles your nose&lt;br /&gt;Touches my foolish heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009acd;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lovely&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;Never, never change&lt;br /&gt;Keep that breathless charm&lt;br /&gt;Won't you please arrange it&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I... I love you&lt;br /&gt;Just the way you look tonight&lt;br /&gt;Just the way you look tonight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As her eyes were locked onto mine,&lt;br /&gt;I paused to watch the wrinkles start to form...&lt;br /&gt;She smiled and looked under towards my hand, the one holding hers,&lt;br /&gt;She moved her other palm.. to touch mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Surrender,&lt;br /&gt;Oh sweet SWEET surrender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009acd;"&gt;How do you keep the music playing?&lt;br /&gt;How do you make it last?&lt;br /&gt;How do you keep the song from fading too fast?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you lose yourself to someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009acd;"&gt;and never lose your way?&lt;br /&gt;How do you not run out of new things&lt;br /&gt;to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since you know we're always changing&lt;br /&gt;How can it be the same?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And tell me how year after year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009acd;"&gt;you're sure your heart won't fall apart&lt;br /&gt;each time you hear his name? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the way I feel for you is now or never&lt;br /&gt;the more I love,&lt;br /&gt;the more that I'm afraid..&lt;br /&gt;that in your eyes I may not see forever, forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we can be the best of lovers&lt;br /&gt;yet be the best of friends&lt;br /&gt;If we can try with every day&lt;br /&gt;to make it better as it grows&lt;br /&gt;With any luck than I suppose&lt;br /&gt;The music never ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;(how do you keep the music playing) &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the way I feel for you is now or never &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;(how do you make it last)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;The more I love the more that I'm afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;(how do you keep the song from fading)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;That in your eyes I may not see forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;(Keep the song from fading) &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we can be the best of lovers&lt;br /&gt;yet be the best of friends&lt;br /&gt;If we can try with every day to make it better as it goes&lt;br /&gt;With any luck than I suppose&lt;br /&gt;The music never ends ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Declaration of insanity, or some need of inner tranquility.. I find the answers in your eyes, with illuminating smiles. Breathe in so deep, let go of all this heap.. over your shoulders.. you are sinking deep within, into a sea of deep confusion... and sin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5976245985138163381-4350855747966226327?l=fictitious-82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fictitious-82.blogspot.com/feeds/4350855747966226327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976245985138163381&amp;postID=4350855747966226327&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976245985138163381/posts/default/4350855747966226327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976245985138163381/posts/default/4350855747966226327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fictitious-82.blogspot.com/2007/06/silence-to-my-soul.html' title='*** Silence to my soul ****'/><author><name>Leo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02798132641274884414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ic1.deviantart.com/fs15/f/2007/051/8/e/sex_by_blisterine66.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976245985138163381.post-8220137761909275132</id><published>2007-05-26T12:46:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T15:06:21.213+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imagination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vent out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind talk and conversations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daydream'/><title type='text'>Moment of inner peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ic1.deviantart.com/fs14/f/2007/007/d/e/____Pray_____by_Volovo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://ic1.deviantart.com/fs14/f/2007/007/d/e/____Pray_____by_Volovo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes, please do grab onto my hand as you walk at my pace. I know its been happening all so fast. Yes I’ve realized and felt that too. Life I mean! I feel just as lost. Sometimes I don’t even know what my next move would be. Its frustrating I swear. But hey, hang on a little longer. The clouds are about to clear up.. yes I promise they are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it’s a new life for the both of us. You’ve changed your friends, your views, and everything you got used to. It’s a phase where even little things alter your way of comprehending the world. Well life does have a grand plan for each one of us. Trust in that “angel smiles”&lt;br /&gt;… trust in that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re all walking through doors we’ve never been through before. We’re all so excited yet terrified to what we will come to face. But soon enough, things will be just fine. I know they will be for you at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;– I look into your face and show a little smile that in it I can only hope it gives you comfort you are not in this alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel you sitting on the other side of the ocean, I pull back a chair; watch the waves clash into shore…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“god this is fantastic”&lt;/em&gt; everything seems to work within harmony… -cant you just feel it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;I look to your creations with a feeling of superiority among every other creature, yet I feel humble inside, for you have made me special. True, I don’t understand all your doing, but how can I disagree! You give with one hand and take with another. I submit to you here and now. You are my creator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;– smile with hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God, I am in no position to ask this of you I know, but I can only hope you are listening to whats buried deep inside of me. yes, it’s a person I once got to know. She’s a wonderful person within, she hides all her emotions in a cocooned shell of being strong and in no need of others while she breaks down inside to a million little pieces every night when she’s left alone. She wants people to care and when they do, she needs them away, oh lord can you see the controversy in here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, I know you have plans for every one of us, and we shall wait and see how we would turn out to be. But God I remember in your Holly book you stated that when a subject of yours feels deeply for another and prays from the heart, you shall show mercy to that situation, let your plans fall back or maybe even change into something less intense. And I can feel it now, I am part of her bigger plan.. am i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, she needs your light, she fights for your guidance now the most, I know she does, it shows in her eyes that she holds so much pride yet feels so very lost inside. Dear God, you can see what we hide inside, cant you feel this agony is far too much for her to handle right now. She needs you, she really does need you, speak to her lord, speak to her almighty, I fear without you she might break, I cant lose my angle now, not now God.. please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear god, I know I’m in no position to ask of such a favor, but I plead before this vast ocean of your creation. Lord, hear me now.. We both have reached an unbearable state of mind, our need for grace and inner peace is at its peak. Please look at me, I’m down to my  knees begging for kindness.. we both need to breath once again… we need you the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me for I have sinned! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://fc01.deviantart.com/fs11/i/2006/247/6/0/Pray_for____by_mp26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://fc01.deviantart.com/fs11/i/2006/247/6/0/Pray_for____by_mp26.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so the controversy comes to an end. I prayed and prayed for hours till the sun came up that morning. I felt this respite inside of me as I cried for the both of us, &lt;em&gt;“you and I”&lt;/em&gt;. Though I don’t know where you are right now. But I truly wish you well… I really do.. whom ever you are..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;XX &lt;div align="justify"&gt;leo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5976245985138163381-8220137761909275132?l=fictitious-82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fictitious-82.blogspot.com/feeds/8220137761909275132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976245985138163381&amp;postID=8220137761909275132&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976245985138163381/posts/default/8220137761909275132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976245985138163381/posts/default/8220137761909275132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fictitious-82.blogspot.com/2007/05/moment-of-inner-peace.html' title='Moment of inner peace'/><author><name>Leo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02798132641274884414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ic1.deviantart.com/fs15/f/2007/051/8/e/sex_by_blisterine66.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976245985138163381.post-6825702688120295180</id><published>2007-05-21T10:53:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T17:50:47.529+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imagination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind talk and conversations'/><title type='text'>lets never stop falling in love</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;once again sipping on my Pink Martini leisurely and calling back memories of you. i see you touch you and feel your essence in the air...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ic1.deviantart.com/fs11/i/2006/206/6/5/Classic_Illusion_by_twodimensions.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://ic1.deviantart.com/fs11/i/2006/206/6/5/Classic_Illusion_by_twodimensions.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish a falling star could fall forever&lt;br /&gt;And sparkle through the clouds and stormy weather&lt;br /&gt;And in the darkness of the night&lt;br /&gt;The star would shine a glimmering light&lt;br /&gt;And hover above our love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please hold me close and whisper that you love me&lt;br /&gt;And promise that your dreams are only of me&lt;br /&gt;When you are near, everything’s clear&lt;br /&gt;Earth is a beautiful heaven&lt;br /&gt;Always I hope that we follow the star&lt;br /&gt;And be forever floating above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know a falling star can’t fall forever&lt;br /&gt;But let’s never stop falling in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are near, everything’s clear&lt;br /&gt;Earth is a beautiful heaven&lt;br /&gt;Always I hope that we shine like the star&lt;br /&gt;And be forever floating above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know a falling star can’t fall forever&lt;br /&gt;And let’s never stop falling in love&lt;br /&gt;No let’s never stop falling in love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5976245985138163381-6825702688120295180?l=fictitious-82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fictitious-82.blogspot.com/feeds/6825702688120295180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976245985138163381&amp;postID=6825702688120295180&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976245985138163381/posts/default/6825702688120295180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976245985138163381/posts/default/6825702688120295180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fictitious-82.blogspot.com/2007/05/lets-never-stop-falling-in-love.html' title='lets never stop falling in love'/><author><name>Leo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02798132641274884414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ic1.deviantart.com/fs15/f/2007/051/8/e/sex_by_blisterine66.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976245985138163381.post-6956767506010854831</id><published>2007-05-16T09:42:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T15:43:24.786+03:00</updated><title type='text'>hang on little tomato</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a glass of Pink Martini with the right music along with the right&lt;br /&gt;place does wonders to your brains... enjoy the lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://ic1.deviantart.com/images2/i/2004/04/0/d/breathless_tomato.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://ic1.deviantart.com/images2/i/2004/04/0/d/breathless_tomato.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun has left and forgotten me&lt;br /&gt;It’s dark, I cannot see&lt;br /&gt;Why does this rain pour down&lt;br /&gt;I’m gonna drown&lt;br /&gt;In a sea&lt;br /&gt;Of deep confusion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody told me, I don’t know who&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you are sad and blue&lt;br /&gt;And you’re feelin’ all alone and left behind&lt;br /&gt;Just take a look inside and you will find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gotta hold on, hold on through the night&lt;br /&gt;Hang on, things will be all right&lt;br /&gt;Even when it’s dark&lt;br /&gt;And not a bit of sparkling&lt;br /&gt;Sing-song sunshine from above&lt;br /&gt;Spreading rays of sunny love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just hang on, hang on to the vine&lt;br /&gt;Stay on, soon you’ll be divine&lt;br /&gt;If you start to cry, look up to the sky&lt;br /&gt;Something’s coming up ahead&lt;br /&gt;To turn your tears to dew instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I hold on to his advice&lt;br /&gt;When change is hard and not so nice&lt;br /&gt;You listen to your heart the whole night through&lt;br /&gt;Your sunny someday will come one day soon to you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5976245985138163381-6956767506010854831?l=fictitious-82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fictitious-82.blogspot.com/feeds/6956767506010854831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976245985138163381&amp;postID=6956767506010854831&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976245985138163381/posts/default/6956767506010854831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976245985138163381/posts/default/6956767506010854831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fictitious-82.blogspot.com/2007/05/hang-on-little-tomato.html' title='hang on little tomato'/><author><name>Leo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02798132641274884414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ic1.deviantart.com/fs15/f/2007/051/8/e/sex_by_blisterine66.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976245985138163381.post-357693529026418911</id><published>2007-05-01T15:57:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T16:26:53.669+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imagination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lift your spirits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vent out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind talk and conversations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smile'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daydream'/><title type='text'>Agh!! my brain..</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;All what I am today, all my thoughts all my smiles, all these prized positions and this fortune, ....I dedicate to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You’ve always been and will still be “my little princess”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://ic3.deviantart.com/fs4/i/2004/249/a/1/dedication_by_apathique.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://ic3.deviantart.com/fs4/i/2004/249/a/1/dedication_by_apathique.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ic1.deviantart.com/fs8/i/2005/272/6/6/Dedication_by_Skellington_Chick_14.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve watched you grow before my eyes and become the queen you are today. Life’s thrown hardships in our paths and here we stand tall today, strong, proud and righteous like our fathers hoped we’d be. Though now it’s been centuries since I last breathed your hair, I still remember how heaven smelled like as you strap my arms around you. I’ve always been there watching how you’ve grown to become the queen you are today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am king no more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.stc.com.sa/portal/ep/images/stc/common/new.gif"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:260%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EDITED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.stc.com.sa/portal/ep/images/stc/common/new.gif"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You will…. Still be loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://ic3.deviantart.com/fs7/i/2005/168/1/4/vintage_card_no_1__tom_welling_by_aelithe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://ic3.deviantart.com/fs7/i/2005/168/1/4/vintage_card_no_1__tom_welling_by_aelithe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days will continue to ramble after one another, and nights will keep on avoiding sunrays. As once you belonged to my kisses, someone elses you shall be.  A thousand men after me will love you long after I’ve left. And you shall love them back. though that, but i still i hold on to a smile inside, knowing none will over do the love we shared. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i'm your superman!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5976245985138163381-357693529026418911?l=fictitious-82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fictitious-82.blogspot.com/feeds/357693529026418911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976245985138163381&amp;postID=357693529026418911&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976245985138163381/posts/default/357693529026418911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976245985138163381/posts/default/357693529026418911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fictitious-82.blogspot.com/2007/05/agh-my-brain.html' title='&lt;img src=&quot;https://www.stc.com.sa/portal/ep/images/stc/common/new.gif&quot;/&gt;Agh!! my brain..'/><author><name>Leo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02798132641274884414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ic1.deviantart.com/fs15/f/2007/051/8/e/sex_by_blisterine66.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976245985138163381.post-5355419199178465876</id><published>2007-04-28T12:23:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T12:25:03.331+03:00</updated><title type='text'>this test is one huge scam! i posted it cos IT FRIGGEN TOLD ME TO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 25% Left Brained, 75% Right Brained&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyourightorleftbrainedquiz/brain.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The left side of your brain controls verbal ability, attention to detail, and reasoning.&lt;br /&gt;Left brained people are good at communication and persuading others.&lt;br /&gt;If you're left brained, you are likely good at math and logic.&lt;br /&gt;Your left brain prefers dogs, reading, and quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The right side of your brain is all about creativity and flexibility.&lt;br /&gt;Daring and intuitive, right brained people see the world in their unique way.&lt;br /&gt;If you're right brained, you likely have a talent for creative writing and art.&lt;br /&gt;Your right brain prefers day dreaming, philosophy, and sports.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyourightorleftbrainedquiz/"&gt;Are You Right or Left Brained?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5976245985138163381-5355419199178465876?l=fictitious-82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fictitious-82.blogspot.com/feeds/5355419199178465876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976245985138163381&amp;postID=5355419199178465876&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976245985138163381/posts/default/5355419199178465876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976245985138163381/posts/default/5355419199178465876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fictitious-82.blogspot.com/2007/04/this-test-is-one-huge-scam-i-posted-it.html' title='this test is one huge scam! i posted it cos IT FRIGGEN TOLD ME TO!'/><author><name>Leo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02798132641274884414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ic1.deviantart.com/fs15/f/2007/051/8/e/sex_by_blisterine66.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976245985138163381.post-1555524493211043094</id><published>2007-04-23T11:29:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T12:36:23.125+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mad world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='revolution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vent out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind talk and conversations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='c'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='declaration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anger'/><title type='text'>End of the Road</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;not this one Sade', the one before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fc01.deviantart.com/fs11/i/2006/220/1/e/Cry_for_the_moon_by_icy_imaginary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://fc01.deviantart.com/fs11/i/2006/220/1/e/Cry_for_the_moon_by_icy_imaginary.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk with me, hold on tight to your knickers doll, were in for a nasty rollercoaster ride! Grab on tight here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... this is you? This is who you really are? behind all those masks and beyond that soft voice? All this time and I thought I knew you, I figured you out! And now you play me like a damn idiot? &lt;strong&gt;WHY THA FUCK!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANSWER ME THAT!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ve always known how much I've hated waiting, but again, you never thought twice about how this could end. Well don’t worry so damn much, cos I got your answer right here. Don’t give me that... Puppy eyes don’t work with me no more. And no, let the whole world listen to me speak, cos NO!! not even that, I don’t get your footsy game hints anymore. I don’t know you, and I’ll make sure I’ll distract you even beyond contrast. I’ll do you right this time, the same way you did me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DON’T TOUCH ME!!!&lt;/strong&gt; Get your hands off of me!!! don’t even look me in the eyes anymore, you dont even deserve that anymore. You disgust me now. You mean nothing to me now, nothing but a worthless piece of scum! Read my lips, a gold digging filthy rat!! A mole, a disease, an &lt;strong&gt;INFECTION THAT HAS NO CURE!&lt;/strong&gt;  -&lt;em&gt;i shouted in the middle of the crowd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, break away, melt like ice queen on a flamed platter of thronged marble. Begin to run, run away like a defeated little flaw in the system that you are. You are a hiccup to society, a mistake that just fell off the sky. Run along now, run in defeat like the loser you really are. Now shew, scram, beat it, just get the fuck out of my sight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Just one little thing, why did god create you for us and called you life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://ic3.deviantart.com/fs9/i/2006/012/8/9/__CRY___by_Nocturnal_Shadows.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://ic3.deviantart.com/fs9/i/2006/012/8/9/__CRY___by_Nocturnal_Shadows.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5976245985138163381-1555524493211043094?l=fictitious-82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fictitious-82.blogspot.com/feeds/1555524493211043094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976245985138163381&amp;postID=1555524493211043094&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976245985138163381/posts/default/1555524493211043094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976245985138163381/posts/default/1555524493211043094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fictitious-82.blogspot.com/2007/04/end-of-road.html' title='End of the Road'/><author><name>Leo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02798132641274884414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ic1.deviantart.com/fs15/f/2007/051/8/e/sex_by_blisterine66.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976245985138163381.post-631965219664799021</id><published>2007-04-18T15:50:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T16:10:58.786+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vent out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind talk and conversations'/><title type='text'>Plastic Zone!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://fc01.deviantart.com/fs12/i/2006/305/0/8/school_by_gbrgraphix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://fc01.deviantart.com/fs12/i/2006/305/0/8/school_by_gbrgraphix.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ehh well I don’t have much to say here, no more controversies, no more bashing thoughts. I guess I’m on the low land again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets talk about the plastic zone here. Anyone has anything to say about it before we begin this session?&lt;br /&gt;- okay fine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the plastic zone is a place where you don’t know whats real and whats not anymore. Its when someone tells you something it takes you minutes to understand what was meant behind that statement. And a minute later you just feel it was only in your head.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to lose focus and attention or even concentration to whats been said or done infront of you. You don’t have that urge to live the real life anymore, its like there is no reality no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You start living in your mind. Making conversations with people you only met once on a very far away day. You feel you can reach them speak with them, and you start believing they can hear you. In a way you start believing in super natural powers you have. You feel you can understand their minds, how it works, or how they think or what conclusions they reach about anything. Sometimes you even go one step behind sanity. You start searching little threads about them just to make sense in your head about their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well its really not all that bad. I mean I do make it sound like ur going insane, but its quite healthy at times.&lt;br /&gt;This plastic zone I’m talking about comes from a trauma sometimes. An escape from reality. More like a happy place that sometimes you don’t choose to be there. But its safe and warm inside. You lose all the sorrows that life throws at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even more, I don’t know how to conclude this post. But I guess I’m slowly shifting into that zone by the minute.&lt;br /&gt;Ahh well, life does have its secrets. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5976245985138163381-631965219664799021?l=fictitious-82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fictitious-82.blogspot.com/feeds/631965219664799021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976245985138163381&amp;postID=631965219664799021&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976245985138163381/posts/default/631965219664799021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976245985138163381/posts/default/631965219664799021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fictitious-82.blogspot.com/2007/04/plastic-zone.html' title='Plastic Zone!'/><author><name>Leo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02798132641274884414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ic1.deviantart.com/fs15/f/2007/051/8/e/sex_by_blisterine66.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976245985138163381.post-8018452143733637610</id><published>2007-04-14T15:09:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T11:07:57.790+03:00</updated><title type='text'>With all my love (THE REMAKE)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nancyblair.com/pdf-docs/Blair_cover%20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.nancyblair.com/pdf-docs/Blair_cover%20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Throughout my lifetime I've left pieces of my heart here and there. And now, there's almost barely enough to stay alive. But I force a smile, knowing that my ambition far exceeded my talent. There are no more white horses or pretty ladies at my door.” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a phrase that I feel has been pulled off my mouth by someone else. But Johnny depp is one person I think I’d allow him to steal my quote and show it off in a movie.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I guess I can let that one go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like everyone I’ve lived like any person has, I had my shares of bads and goods in this life. Now I search for the adrenaline that keeps me alive, like that horrid movie ‘crank’. It had a thought behind it but the effects and scenario were horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my parents, I love them to death. Though they still try to have some sort of control over my life, but still I know its because they care. I feel terrible honestly that I cant be as honest and sincere as when I was a kid with them. I mean before I can wait to get back home and tell them about a good grade I got or that boy I kicked his ass at school. I used to have pleasure seeing them happy for what progress I made through my day. But now, I don’t feel like sharing any glory with anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have we grown old? Really could that be the answer! Well I don’t think so. I mean I look around me and everyone has a problem in life. But still they seem to be actually happy with what achievements they reach. But why cant reach that ecstasy they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-  Sometimes things are better lost than found. Somehow you walk down an ally and find something that takes you five years back. Like the other day I was speaking with someone online, and it struck me like a hawk on it pray,, okay I get it I’m elaborating out of some Warner bro’s cartoon, elmohim hear me out my lovely readers.  This person in particular took me on a time machine ride that flashed me back into the old days when the skies were clear, and the air was actually breathable, a time where I was actually happy. Yes you got me now, its all a big show’ I’m putting up for the sake of my parents really. I pretend joy with people I work with, people I live with, and those of you who read this. I needed to glow at home for the love of those two old people that raised me ever since I was a kid. And yes its all worth it.  I know you’ve all been through much in life, and I know some might have had bigger bumps on their roads to salvation. But still, I plaster a smile to my face. I fool myself that I’m happy to an extent that its annoying sometimes. Anonymous person, you made me think allot last night, youve opened a locked door i forgot about for so long.  Now I begin to wonder, is it a phase that I hide in, while search for what truly makes me happy? Or am I stuck under this mask I conceal myself under for a greater good that will eventually rub off on me. Man, I make no sense when I’m actually pouring out what I feel.. will do a remake soon enough thou.  Sultona, you breath one word to anyone, I’ll strangle you myself, and I’ll make sure it painful ;) xOXo -&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5976245985138163381-8018452143733637610?l=fictitious-82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fictitious-82.blogspot.com/feeds/8018452143733637610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976245985138163381&amp;postID=8018452143733637610&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976245985138163381/posts/default/8018452143733637610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976245985138163381/posts/default/8018452143733637610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fictitious-82.blogspot.com/2007/04/with-all-my-love.html' title='With all my love (THE REMAKE)'/><author><name>Leo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02798132641274884414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ic1.deviantart.com/fs15/f/2007/051/8/e/sex_by_blisterine66.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976245985138163381.post-1289426479630605169</id><published>2007-04-11T12:34:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T12:57:57.737+03:00</updated><title type='text'>‘Here we are, born kings and queens of the universe’</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ic3.deviantart.com/fs12/i/2006/311/9/9/Che_Guevara___Revolution_by_Visual_Enhancement.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://ic3.deviantart.com/fs12/i/2006/311/9/9/Che_Guevara___Revolution_by_Visual_Enhancement.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes we are born that way, and society strives endlessly on changing that in us. As rulers of the universe, we are obligated in nature to be kind to one another and do whats right. But somehow kindness is always a vertue misinterpreted into something horrible and injust. Like for instance, if you were in a relation that ended a while back, and ironically your paths cross once again in this sick little world of ours. They begin to understand this kindness is some sort of weakness in you that you couldn’t get over them, or please love me back! oh cmon please! bla5!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well on the contrary, I am doing just fine here. Don’t sympathies me little princess. Cos I’m not fetching love from you, all what I was doing is caring for a person I met on a far away day. I guess not all good is acceptable in life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i know CHE has nothing to do with this post, haha, i just wanted him to watch what a sick world this turned out to be ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5976245985138163381-1289426479630605169?l=fictitious-82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fictitious-82.blogspot.com/feeds/1289426479630605169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976245985138163381&amp;postID=1289426479630605169&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976245985138163381/posts/default/1289426479630605169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976245985138163381/posts/default/1289426479630605169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fictitious-82.blogspot.com/2007/04/here-we-are-born-kings-and-queens-of.html' title='‘Here we are, born kings and queens of the universe’'/><author><name>Leo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02798132641274884414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ic1.deviantart.com/fs15/f/2007/051/8/e/sex_by_blisterine66.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976245985138163381.post-2039903227606383355</id><published>2007-04-10T17:48:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T17:55:32.005+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ic3.deviantart.com/fs10/i/2006/158/7/a/Maybe__by_whorer_movie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 393px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="194" alt="" src="http://ic3.deviantart.com/fs10/i/2006/158/7/a/Maybe__by_whorer_movie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i loved the kohl and the shadow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5976245985138163381-2039903227606383355?l=fictitious-82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fictitious-82.blogspot.com/feeds/2039903227606383355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976245985138163381&amp;postID=2039903227606383355&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976245985138163381/posts/default/2039903227606383355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976245985138163381/posts/default/2039903227606383355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fictitious-82.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-loved-kohl-and-shadow.html' title=''/><author><name>Leo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02798132641274884414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ic1.deviantart.com/fs15/f/2007/051/8/e/sex_by_blisterine66.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976245985138163381.post-1895199922095220263</id><published>2007-04-08T10:47:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T11:26:39.367+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='revolution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='war'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='declaration'/><title type='text'>I DECLARE THIS AN EMERGENCY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ic1.deviantart.com/fs9/i/2006/056/1/b/Declaration_of_War_by_Chococat101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://ic1.deviantart.com/fs9/i/2006/056/1/b/Declaration_of_War_by_Chococat101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Depression and aggression, Some sort of retro creation from devastation. Its not some sort of mind manipulation emulation, rather than it really is brain illumination for my growing civilization, something like a destructor sensation. Breath me, smile as you do. U know you need me, just like I do you. But there’s a catch to all this discussion, you wont ever seem to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are in need of a conversation, not conservation, miles from an abandoned radio station. walk those doors as you have before, dance with Joyce further more, there is no soar, nor sorrow, or even a trail to fallow. all whats left are little pikes of white bread crumbs, making the spine in you go numb, from toe to thumb.. dont stare at me like that , i told you that does make you look dumb.. little scum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smite me with venom though my vegans, I’ll make it my only cure, my procurement, my sensation of a self destructive creation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the end of civilization&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5976245985138163381-1895199922095220263?l=fictitious-82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fictitious-82.blogspot.com/feeds/1895199922095220263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976245985138163381&amp;postID=1895199922095220263&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976245985138163381/posts/default/1895199922095220263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976245985138163381/posts/default/1895199922095220263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fictitious-82.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-declare-this-emergency.html' title='I DECLARE THIS AN EMERGENCY'/><author><name>Leo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02798132641274884414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ic1.deviantart.com/fs15/f/2007/051/8/e/sex_by_blisterine66.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976245985138163381.post-3306668964495588614</id><published>2007-04-07T10:22:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T11:33:32.286+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shadows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind talk and conversations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haunt'/><title type='text'>BTWEEN THE LINES OF FEAR AND BLAME...YOU BEGIN TO WONDER WHY U CAME (The fray)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://fc01.deviantart.com/fs15/f/2007/031/d/9/Loved_by_Mischquela717.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://fc01.deviantart.com/fs15/f/2007/031/d/9/Loved_by_Mischquela717.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I got this badge a while ago, yes still I sometimes go through my dusty shelves.&lt;br /&gt;Here’s how the story fallows after..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its been a while…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Yes it has&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please have a seat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Thank you, I need to know something tho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Tell me, have you been alright all this time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yes I have.. It was rough at start, but I’ve done okay I guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Good to hear that you’ve moved past that point. I tried to hide it, show another me, but for some reason I couldn’t bare going through it all alone alone. I came to tell you something you should know. I'm with someone now, and he’s been good to me.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the coffee, I must go now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Go?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sure, I’ll bump into you next time you’re in town.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Lips Of An Angel"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey why you calling me so late?&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda hard to talk right now.&lt;br /&gt;Honey why are you crying? Is everything okay?&lt;br /&gt;I gotta whisper 'cause I can't be too loud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my girl's in the next room&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish she was you&lt;br /&gt;I guess we never really moved on&lt;br /&gt;It's really good to hear your voice say my name&lt;br /&gt;It sounds so sweet&lt;br /&gt;Coming from the lips of an angel&lt;br /&gt;Hearing those words it makes me weak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I never wanna say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;But girl you make it hard to be faithful&lt;br /&gt;With the lips of an angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny that you're calling me tonight&lt;br /&gt;And, yes, I've dreamt of you too&lt;br /&gt;And does he know you're talking to me&lt;br /&gt;Will it start a fight&lt;br /&gt;No I don't think she has a clue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my girl's in the next room&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish she was you&lt;br /&gt;I guess we never really moved on&lt;br /&gt;It's really good to hear your voice say my name&lt;br /&gt;It sounds so sweet&lt;br /&gt;Coming from the lips of an angel&lt;br /&gt;Hearing those words it makes me weak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I never wanna say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;But girl you make it hard to be faithful&lt;br /&gt;With the lips of an angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really good to hear your voice say my name&lt;br /&gt;It sounds so sweet&lt;br /&gt;Coming from the lips of an angel&lt;br /&gt;Hearing those words it makes me weak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I never wanna say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;But girl you make it hard to be faithful&lt;br /&gt;With the lips of an angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I never wanna say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;But girl you make it hard to be faithful&lt;br /&gt;With the lips of an angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey why you calling me so late?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5976245985138163381-3306668964495588614?l=fictitious-82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fictitious-82.blogspot.com/feeds/3306668964495588614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976245985138163381&amp;postID=3306668964495588614&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976245985138163381/posts/default/3306668964495588614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976245985138163381/posts/default/3306668964495588614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fictitious-82.blogspot.com/2007/04/btween-lines-of-fear-and-blameyou-begin.html' title='BTWEEN THE LINES OF FEAR AND BLAME...YOU BEGIN TO WONDER WHY U CAME (The fray)'/><author><name>Leo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02798132641274884414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ic1.deviantart.com/fs15/f/2007/051/8/e/sex_by_blisterine66.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976245985138163381.post-5005715879789742584</id><published>2007-04-02T14:37:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T16:55:24.302+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imagination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daydream'/><title type='text'>mid-day snack</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ic3.deviantart.com/fs13/f/2007/027/e/5/The_sex_shot_by_final_testament.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://ic3.deviantart.com/fs13/f/2007/027/e/5/The_sex_shot_by_final_testament.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Will I ever see you again..&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked through the mall today, its that same place where your ecstasy starts to charge. A girl passing right by me smiles my way. She had everything you did, the exact same perfume I always smelled over your body. I gave back a dead smile. Still I continued my walk to where ever I was going..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been months since we agreed to go our separate ways, but do you still smile to the same sky I cry to? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;i&gt;– I smile. Of course you don’t.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That girl I saw the other day kept boggling my mind. Did you come back and was that you? Will you tell me if you ever came back? Have we really grown this much apart? This fast?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go back to my lonely room. I light up the candles and throw in a Barry white Cd. I do again everything we did the last time we were here. Though you are not here with me, but I still speak to you in my mind. I hug and kiss you a thousand times. It’s the only place I wont allow you to ever leave again. I start kissing your neck and feeling you growing looser in my arms. I start kissing slower feeling your heavy breathes to my neck. Sensation arises in me, I can feel it just as you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lay you on bed, slowly. Touch the tips of your toes and finding my way up your body, moving in motion so slow I feel desires in you start to grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both completely naked wrapped with nothing but our naked bodies. I smell your body and as I do, I feel your stomach falling deeper with every exhale you do. Soft smooth and butter-like touch. I’ve missed you so bad.. wild blackberries, just like your naked skin always smelled like. I close my eyes and start kissing your knee as I work myself up to the inside walls of your leg, reaching to the ends of your breathing stomach. I feel your hands strap against my head, pulling me closer.. don’t fight it.. I move my whole body upwards, touching every inch of yours with mine. My knee slides to the inside skin of your legs slowly walking its way home. My lips still stroke the outer fortifications of your lower body, fulfilling your every sense of aspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your moans are getting higher, as my kissing grows more intense. I feel your body warming up. I cant defy this urging need to touch the insides of you. I start to slide my lower lip across your lower body as I lead myself to the center of your chest. I lay my head there staring at one and touching the peak of the other with my pointers' tip. I grip it stronger with the palm of my hand and  feel the sensation running through your body under my ear, beneath your skin. I listen to it grow stronger, your feet move under me, I then place my hands behind your back, incarcerating  your shoulders to pull you under me. Letting our bodies barely let air pass through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still I’m half way there, my erection isn’t complete. I hold you closer feeling your boobs push onto mine, can you feel me over you. Breathing you, loving you.. I know you do…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KNOCK KNOCK!!  the door!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck, I forgot to lock it &lt;em&gt;“who the friggen hell is it?”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUM:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;“Leo C'mon, didnt you get dressed already?! your aunt and her children are here for lunch, come and say hi”&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;LEO:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Fine mother, I’m coming!!”&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;so much for my daydream fancies &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5976245985138163381-5005715879789742584?l=fictitious-82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fictitious-82.blogspot.com/feeds/5005715879789742584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976245985138163381&amp;postID=5005715879789742584&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976245985138163381/posts/default/5005715879789742584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976245985138163381/posts/default/5005715879789742584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fictitious-82.blogspot.com/2007/04/mid-day-snack.html' title='mid-day snack'/><author><name>Leo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02798132641274884414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ic1.deviantart.com/fs15/f/2007/051/8/e/sex_by_blisterine66.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976245985138163381.post-3828739069401464782</id><published>2007-03-26T10:52:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T10:56:47.628+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prosperity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how to smile'/><title type='text'>How to feel better about yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://fc01.deviantart.com/fs9/i/2006/342/f/2/Manic_Prosperity_4_by_spikedromance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://fc01.deviantart.com/fs9/i/2006/342/f/2/Manic_Prosperity_4_by_spikedromance.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you read this you might tend to think I am a cruel person, sorry to disappoint you, I’m an average guy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now sometimes people feel superiority and sometimes you just feel defenseless. Like if you didn’t have anything useful to do at home or work, and then even if skies are cloudy, like today, it would just make you want to weep. For no reason at all you start to feel empty and vacant inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to over come this feel.&lt;br /&gt;Well, some people like to feel superiority over others, and some just lack the sense of achievement. Usually I feel better about myself when im with the less fortunate. Because then, I start to realize how special and blessed god has made me. this makes my blood move around. But then, this never lasts too long. Now you need motivation. Well, the only way is to do something no matter how small silly or unimportant it may be, as long as you got yourself occupied then that’s that, ur on the safe side. And down the road if something of more importance comes along, go for it!&lt;br /&gt;What maters the most is that you are rolling down the road, it doesn’t matter which road that is, as long as you are moving then, you’ve got nothing to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in base, be with those of less fortune, make them feel compensated, and they will make you know you are blessed. And then occupy yourself with what ever it may be, just as long as you are doing something, it means you alive inside. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5976245985138163381-3828739069401464782?l=fictitious-82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fictitious-82.blogspot.com/feeds/3828739069401464782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976245985138163381&amp;postID=3828739069401464782&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976245985138163381/posts/default/3828739069401464782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976245985138163381/posts/default/3828739069401464782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fictitious-82.blogspot.com/2007/03/how-to-feel-better-about-yourself.html' title='How to feel better about yourself'/><author><name>Leo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02798132641274884414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ic1.deviantart.com/fs15/f/2007/051/8/e/sex_by_blisterine66.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976245985138163381.post-8030870188602108599</id><published>2007-03-24T16:22:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T10:46:22.075+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gothic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motel'/><title type='text'>Motel Rwanda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://fc01.deviantart.com/fs11/i/2006/174/2/3/Mediocrity_Motel___Animated_by_MissHaggit.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://fc01.deviantart.com/fs11/i/2006/174/2/3/Mediocrity_Motel___Animated_by_MissHaggit.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the engines start to tire after a thousand mile drive. Your back hurts and your eyes fail to concentrate anymore. A dirty motel to the side of the road invites you in, a broken neon light flashing the word “Vacant” making your eyes start to smile, for resting is on your agenda. Squeaking doors open up as your hands push in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will you still enter to rest? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running low on gasoline, the engines shift to break; you enter the bar and pull back a seat. a young lady comes up to you and asks for what you would like to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will you get over your repulsed feel of grease under her nails?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ham and eggs on a dark night in the middle of no where, your mind comes out to play games with you. Starting to see people that you’ve only met an hour ago, a farmer, a truck driver and a hoe needing a ride.. they were behind you, how did they reach before you did?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will you play along? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Destination unknown, but still you continue to move along a lonely freaky road.. People you don’t know start dancin’ with broken music records. Mirrors on the wall and ceiling reflect images so untrue. You are dressed with cloths of a centuries ago.. so is your date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Does it scare you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young play-girl comes to your laps and fuels you with one kiss for a thousand miles more. She holds your hand and pulls you up the stairs. She opens a room as her broken teeth smile at you with a sound of a soar throat from alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will you endure the smell of the damp room? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She moves the cloths off your shoulders and down your legs, your emotion start to grow and guilt kicks in at the very last minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can you see your daughter’s face in her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not so sure there's moral to this story, but if there were, i guess be good to your children!!! -alright fine i lost my Mo-Jo.. damnt it!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5976245985138163381-8030870188602108599?l=fictitious-82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fictitious-82.blogspot.com/feeds/8030870188602108599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976245985138163381&amp;postID=8030870188602108599&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976245985138163381/posts/default/8030870188602108599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976245985138163381/posts/default/8030870188602108599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fictitious-82.blogspot.com/2007/03/motel-rwanda.html' title='Motel Rwanda'/><author><name>Leo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02798132641274884414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ic1.deviantart.com/fs15/f/2007/051/8/e/sex_by_blisterine66.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976245985138163381.post-2364910347796427949</id><published>2007-03-24T14:12:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T14:19:10.288+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mad world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><title type='text'>The world has gone mad!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ic3.deviantart.com/images/i/2003/41/f/7/the_real_color_of_money.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://ic3.deviantart.com/images/i/2003/41/f/7/the_real_color_of_money.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as usual I have nothing interesting to say, but hell, ur here for a read, so here you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having lunch with a few guys from the office, and guess what? The world is willing to pay you in MILLIONS OF DOLLARS because you are fit. Football players, NBA, NFL, everyone gets paid big time just to be fit. Some guy gets paid 250 million a year only because he is fit and plays something idiotic with a ball full of air!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think its time I quit and pursue a different path in life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fc01.deviantart.com/fs7/i/2005/187/5/5/Money_by_Mutant_Knight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://fc01.deviantart.com/fs7/i/2005/187/5/5/Money_by_Mutant_Knight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5976245985138163381-2364910347796427949?l=fictitious-82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fictitious-82.blogspot.com/feeds/2364910347796427949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976245985138163381&amp;postID=2364910347796427949&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976245985138163381/posts/default/2364910347796427949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976245985138163381/posts/default/2364910347796427949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fictitious-82.blogspot.com/2007/03/world-has-gone-mad.html' title='The world has gone mad!'/><author><name>Leo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02798132641274884414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ic1.deviantart.com/fs15/f/2007/051/8/e/sex_by_blisterine66.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976245985138163381.post-2612887159510950671</id><published>2007-03-21T17:33:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T18:02:16.131+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lift your spirits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how to smile'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smile'/><title type='text'>Smile and lift up your spirits a notch ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;okay so this is what i wanted to tell a friend, but turned out too long for a&lt;br /&gt;comment, so i thought i'd make a post of it, plus even if i dont know you and&lt;br /&gt;are depressed i added your name at the bottom.. now Smile, perfect person ..&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://ic1.deviantart.com/fs9/i/2006/149/3/8/Smile_by_Wings_Of_A_Messiah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://ic1.deviantart.com/fs9/i/2006/149/3/8/Smile_by_Wings_Of_A_Messiah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;lamya,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you now, I'm going to tell it to you as it is rather than sit here sugar coating it for you. Life could be a bitch, so we really just have to play her by ear and see if we can win her over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand that sometimes frustration gets the better of you but you have to find a place in your mind and in your body where you can just go to and relax a little bit, try not to think too much about things and when you see an opportunity for something then grab it and don't let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as far as your feelings and whatnot, you're just experiencing a minor case of depression, or a vacancy in your heart, which I promise you, you will get over. You mustn't be so pessemistic about life. It's got alot to offer you but you're just looking in the wrong places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you do though, stop feeling sorry for yourself. You're only wasting your time. There will always be ups and downs but if you keep your mind focused and stick to it, then you'll have more ups than downs. There are many out there with worse problems than you, turn on TV! So, what you've to do is sit down, relax, clear your mind, breathe and just try and work out for yourself what it is you're after. What is it that you're looking for? You know? Take up a hobby or something, work and save up then travel, take a course you're interested in. So stop complaining for a minute, listen and you'll eventually hear what you want to. And you'll see things will slowly work out for you. They always do. I mean as much of a bitch life is, she's not a complete witch. What you don't have you make up for in other areas; the balance of [your] life. It's a wonderful thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leo...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5976245985138163381-2612887159510950671?l=fictitious-82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fictitious-82.blogspot.com/feeds/2612887159510950671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976245985138163381&amp;postID=2612887159510950671&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976245985138163381/posts/default/2612887159510950671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976245985138163381/posts/default/2612887159510950671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fictitious-82.blogspot.com/2007/03/smile-and-lift-up-your-spirits-notch.html' title='Smile and lift up your spirits a notch ;)'/><author><name>Leo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02798132641274884414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ic1.deviantart.com/fs15/f/2007/051/8/e/sex_by_blisterine66.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976245985138163381.post-8874892443082079413</id><published>2007-03-20T16:08:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T18:44:15.101+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prosperity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='choice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ic3.deviantart.com/fs11/i/2006/240/1/0/Breathe_Life_by_larafairie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://ic3.deviantart.com/fs11/i/2006/240/1/0/Breathe_Life_by_larafairie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://tn3-2.deviantart.com/fs8/300W/i/2005/355/b/4/Life_by_borissov.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the biggest mystery of all. To some people, its not all so difficult, when others just cant figure out how it should be. It has so many strings attached to it. Relationships might be the biggest rope around its neck. Allot confuse attraction for affection. They both are so much alike and so darn confusing if you ask me. However there is a fatal error most humans do. When they like someone, they believe its love and affection. They walk down that road, and when they finally figure it out. They strangle both attraction and affection, simply because they had an overdose of attraction.&lt;br /&gt;–so then what happens?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it differs from one to another. Some actually cut the line loose. And others go to search for a different attraction to confuse for love and affection. They really don’t mean to be all that horrid in life, but clash down all sorts of beauty on their road home. Usually they don’t know they are that way till its too late to comprehend the facts that have been tagging down the road with them all this time. Some do choose to dismiss it, others work for a better revitalization.&lt;br /&gt;–so which are you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5976245985138163381-8874892443082079413?l=fictitious-82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fictitious-82.blogspot.com/feeds/8874892443082079413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976245985138163381&amp;postID=8874892443082079413&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976245985138163381/posts/default/8874892443082079413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976245985138163381/posts/default/8874892443082079413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fictitious-82.blogspot.com/2007/03/life.html' title='Life...'/><author><name>Leo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02798132641274884414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ic1.deviantart.com/fs15/f/2007/051/8/e/sex_by_blisterine66.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976245985138163381.post-4685625974601530396</id><published>2007-03-19T21:14:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:16:42.947+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoirs of a torrid love affair,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fc01.deviantart.com/images3/i/2004/095/d/6/There_is_no_greater_sorrow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 431px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="439" alt="" src="http://fc01.deviantart.com/images3/i/2004/095/d/6/There_is_no_greater_sorrow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxvsfiWDT4Y/Rf7UsTc9uNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/lBunFJG-cas/s1600-h/There_is_no_greater_sorrow.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See me lay down in that far away corner, feels like a thousand mile walk, but temptation brings me near. A table lap’s dim low light bounces over my naked sweaty yet muscular body wrapped with white sheets of Egyptian cotton. I feel your presence in the air. I continue to sleep…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear the marble floors kissing the bare souls of your feet as you come closer. I smile inside, knowing what I’m about to receive. Cuddle next to me soft slow and attentively. You lay your head next to mine, stair at me as I breathe your Arabian scented hair. I draw you a smile.. still, I play along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel your cold palms start to undress me from those sheets; I feel them brushing against my chest. I breathe with pleasure for this hot midnight snack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your hand moves across my body and your lips land a kiss.. to my neck. Soft gentile and directed to the heart. &lt;em&gt;“I’ve missed you”&lt;/em&gt; I said.. &lt;em&gt;“Shhhh..”&lt;/em&gt; you smile back at me. your body moves across mine as if it reads my mind. You set me on fire, fulfilling my every desire.&lt;br /&gt;I am yours, just as you are mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you knew my moves and the muscles on my body as if they were for your eyes only. Just like I knew your body, the exact number of freckles on your shoulders and the hidden moles I always called 'beauty spots'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We breathed heavily as we moved and motioned under those soft cotton sheets, heating up the room as we do our dance. You feel me sweat over your body as my arms wrap behind your spine and lock you in. I hear your body screaming for more, and as you sit over me, your neck starts to weaken, allowing your head to tilt as it pleased, I erect with satisfaction to your big round eyes, decorated with thick dark kohl to its outside boarders...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We moved with coordinated motion, slow and accurate, fulfilling words of ‘violence’, ‘intense’ and ‘precise’ in our own way of this dance fiesta of two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I love the most about you and me… after a rushing journey of hive and heel, we breathe equally with heaviness, just as two divine creatures of nature had a successful hunt, signaling each other a fulfilling sensation. Smiling and tired but we still stare one another in the eye. Your feet rub against mine as my arms lock you back again.. rain me with kisses as I grunt sensation into your ears. now feel my fires start to grow deeper inside… Remember what you told me that night?!! &lt;em&gt;“I love the talks we have in the end”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;–and so did I, so did i… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5976245985138163381-4685625974601530396?l=fictitious-82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fictitious-82.blogspot.com/feeds/4685625974601530396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976245985138163381&amp;postID=4685625974601530396&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976245985138163381/posts/default/4685625974601530396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976245985138163381/posts/default/4685625974601530396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fictitious-82.blogspot.com/2007/03/memoirs-of-torrid-love-affair.html' title='Memoirs of a torrid love affair,'/><author><name>Leo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02798132641274884414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ic1.deviantart.com/fs15/f/2007/051/8/e/sex_by_blisterine66.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry></feed>
