<?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-3193945844055628482</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:02:34.410-07:00</updated><category term='ex my ohhs'/><category term='ex my ohs'/><category term='* xo¿'/><category term='eromyna gnihtyna wonky&apos;nodi'/><title type='text'>you can't spell star without A &amp; R</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05454167777351149477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>66</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3193945844055628482.post-2734968523542121330</id><published>2007-04-26T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T16:51:54.661-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ex my ohs'/><title type='text'>I'm trying to get you inside</title><content type='html'>i can't see nothing but you&lt;br /&gt;it's like you're not here&lt;br /&gt;i think i can speak now&lt;br /&gt;i feel like staying&lt;br /&gt;i don't think im coming home.&lt;br /&gt;can you believe in me?&lt;br /&gt;you know you know me.&lt;br /&gt;i'll show you showtime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like you don't want me. like i can't&lt;br /&gt;find your house. it seems to me as you&lt;br /&gt;want nothing but digits. and i just dont&lt;br /&gt;dig it. can you show me a sign drifting&lt;br /&gt;over me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a fix. not with a sugarcoat&lt;br /&gt;just get wideopen, so i can show you one more hit&lt;br /&gt;no promises, or premises just please get me through this.&lt;br /&gt;i don't think i can breathe until you seek me through&lt;br /&gt;i can see through your houselies and i'm over and over and over&lt;br /&gt;it's just like a dream. it's just like a scene in a movie i've never seen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so unclear, yet so obvious i don't see you anywhere&lt;br /&gt;else i can't do this alone i'm not here with her you know i'm&lt;br /&gt;just a kid i can't do this alone, get me out of this place do you&lt;br /&gt;know what i mean when i say "i love you" , in a dream&lt;br /&gt;i'm not done completely, i'm just taking a rest.&lt;br /&gt;it's for the best, and it's time to nest and to mest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3193945844055628482-2734968523542121330?l=halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/2734968523542121330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/2734968523542121330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com/2007/04/miss-indepenttttttttxo.html' title='I&apos;m trying to get you inside'/><author><name>xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05454167777351149477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3193945844055628482.post-354423397000154182</id><published>2007-04-26T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T15:55:54.694-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ex my ohs'/><title type='text'>I gave you everything, and never asked for anything.</title><content type='html'>Crying makes life seem longer so I fake it with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;it always seems to work until somebody like you comes along.&lt;br /&gt;and you make it seem so different. I can never tell if that's a&lt;br /&gt;good or bad thing. but i know with you here, anything could happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you shake my world in your palms&lt;br /&gt;and i never feel too sick.&lt;br /&gt;you lift me up higher than i've ever been&lt;br /&gt;and i never feel scared.&lt;br /&gt;it must be the y in you that makes me wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna move on from that, and onto you&lt;br /&gt;this wing can't be broken with you here now can it?&lt;br /&gt;goodbye isn't in our vocabulary, so i guess i'll see&lt;br /&gt;you later in the night. i'm surprised you haven't said&lt;br /&gt;anything about my wish-she-weres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you took my wings and didn't completely fix them, but you did enough&lt;br /&gt;and i never feel too nervous.&lt;br /&gt;you made my eyes look better than yours.&lt;br /&gt;and i never bragged about it.&lt;br /&gt;I wish i could say I love you, but I'm not sure you're ready;;&lt;br /&gt;not any more than I thought I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" just walk away ...... "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3193945844055628482-354423397000154182?l=halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/354423397000154182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/354423397000154182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-gave-you-everything-and-never-asked.html' title='I gave you everything, and never asked for anything.'/><author><name>xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05454167777351149477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3193945844055628482.post-4571058328623877559</id><published>2007-04-26T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T14:59:04.681-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ex my ohs'/><title type='text'>broken hearts, and frozen parts.</title><content type='html'>You've only built me up.&lt;br /&gt;You've made me stronger in my hands and in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn't know what it's like from the start; you weren't there.&lt;br /&gt;Never say never, I just said it twice.&lt;br /&gt;Third time is the charm. I never loved you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I'm in his eyes when you look at him.&lt;br /&gt;I hope my eyes are in his shadows when you sleep him.&lt;br /&gt;paint yourself away, I hope you&lt;br /&gt;cry when you kiss him. They all come to me at the time&lt;br /&gt;I need them the most. The melodies are so hip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue plus yellow is green&lt;br /&gt;Me plus you equals nothing&lt;br /&gt;to believe.  your lies help me&lt;br /&gt;realize i'm not the one to blame.&lt;br /&gt;and that you aren't worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the spark of my day, so now I'll burn you away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3193945844055628482-4571058328623877559?l=halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/4571058328623877559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/4571058328623877559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com/2007/04/broken-hearts-and-frozen-parts.html' title='broken hearts, and frozen parts.'/><author><name>xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05454167777351149477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3193945844055628482.post-1103486940306916009</id><published>2007-04-26T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T14:17:25.422-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ex my ohs'/><title type='text'>NEVER AGAIN....</title><content type='html'>You can hear it in my voice&lt;br /&gt;You can see it in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Do you care? I honestly doubt it&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with you, drop all the lies.&lt;br /&gt;It was never about me, and it never will be.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I knew you, but now I don't want to get to know you because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know you&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to&lt;br /&gt;I don't need to&lt;br /&gt;I don't love you&lt;br /&gt;I don't fight for you&lt;br /&gt;I won't cry for you.&lt;br /&gt;It's all or something,&lt;br /&gt;fall for something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe you, so don't tell me anything more&lt;br /&gt;I can't explain anything to you because you're unexplainable&lt;br /&gt;You've lied, and lied. and I've tried, and eventually lied.&lt;br /&gt;but this is not about me, and it never was.&lt;br /&gt;it's about you, and now it's all about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know you&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to&lt;br /&gt;I don't need to&lt;br /&gt;I don't love you&lt;br /&gt;I don't fight for you&lt;br /&gt;I won't cry for you.&lt;br /&gt;It's all or something,&lt;br /&gt;fall for something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't try to tell me anything new.&lt;br /&gt;tell him all your lies over again&lt;br /&gt;i'm not regretting this, i'm excited&lt;br /&gt;that you've moved on to somebody&lt;br /&gt;below me and above you. you two&lt;br /&gt;look so pathetic. and i'm so happy&lt;br /&gt;that you aren't really mine.because&lt;br /&gt;you don't think things through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3193945844055628482-1103486940306916009?l=halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/1103486940306916009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/1103486940306916009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com/2007/04/never-again.html' title='NEVER AGAIN....'/><author><name>xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05454167777351149477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3193945844055628482.post-6574063386781702617</id><published>2007-04-26T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T04:44:31.514-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ex my ohs'/><title type='text'>Incisors reversed</title><content type='html'>You're a great sport to play with friends&lt;br /&gt;after make-out session #3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3193945844055628482-6574063386781702617?l=halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/6574063386781702617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/6574063386781702617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com/2007/04/incisors-reversed.html' title='Incisors reversed'/><author><name>xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05454167777351149477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3193945844055628482.post-3951078847469862117</id><published>2007-04-24T20:12:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T20:12:27.495-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ex my ohs'/><title type='text'>Closer</title><content type='html'>i fell down from space and since then i felt that much higher&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3193945844055628482-3951078847469862117?l=halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/3951078847469862117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/3951078847469862117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com/2007/04/closer_24.html' title='Closer'/><author><name>xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05454167777351149477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3193945844055628482.post-2049448808740000260</id><published>2007-04-24T20:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T20:12:27.104-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ex my ohs'/><title type='text'>Closer</title><content type='html'>i fell down from space and since then i felt that much higher&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3193945844055628482-2049448808740000260?l=halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/2049448808740000260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/2049448808740000260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com/2007/04/closer.html' title='Closer'/><author><name>xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05454167777351149477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3193945844055628482.post-5340615923574555825</id><published>2007-04-24T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T20:10:05.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"ghost for sale"</title><content type='html'>Joe Hill - HSB&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3193945844055628482-5340615923574555825?l=halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/5340615923574555825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/5340615923574555825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com/2007/04/ghost-for-sale.html' title='&quot;ghost for sale&quot;'/><author><name>xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05454167777351149477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3193945844055628482.post-4833080506314174839</id><published>2007-04-23T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T15:28:06.336-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ex my ohs'/><title type='text'>"I need a title for this song and I'm thinking it should be something along the lines of " I Love You" "</title><content type='html'>we've caused the damage in you ears, and&lt;br /&gt;we're so glad that happened. because we&lt;br /&gt;finally got the courage to stand up and tell&lt;br /&gt;you everything we wanted to keep secret&lt;br /&gt;blue eyed serenade; hiding in the dog shade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jump off, i'm up with you. nobody&lt;br /&gt;to catch you? just think to yourself&lt;br /&gt;and i'll be there to watch you fall&lt;br /&gt;again. don't put that out at me.&lt;br /&gt;just keep it to yourself, i'm no heart of gold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;set my heartbeats to infinity per second&lt;br /&gt;so i'll be out of here quicker than your cries&lt;br /&gt;if i'm lost, then i guess you'll be the one to find&lt;br /&gt;me. don't count on me to pick you out of the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;just to find you and take you downtown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jump off, i'm up with you. nobody&lt;br /&gt;to catch you? just think to yourself&lt;br /&gt;and i'll be there to watch you fall&lt;br /&gt;again. don't put that out at me.&lt;br /&gt;just keep it to yourself, i'm no heart of gold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna write. so i don't wanna show you&lt;br /&gt;and maybe i'm just here to glow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you sleep in the dark? ask anyone, you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" as anything you do, as anyone you are"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3193945844055628482-4833080506314174839?l=halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/4833080506314174839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/4833080506314174839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-need-title-for-this-song-and-im.html' title='&quot;I need a title for this song and I&apos;m thinking it should be something along the lines of &quot; I Love You&quot; &quot;'/><author><name>xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05454167777351149477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3193945844055628482.post-1827661769106250337</id><published>2007-04-23T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T15:15:51.041-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ex my ohs'/><title type='text'>"I'm a nervous wreck with an uncountable check"</title><content type='html'>you can't be real unless i tell you to believe it&lt;br /&gt;my eyes are your traffic lights. and they always tell you to go.&lt;br /&gt;why can't you see that i don't need anything but air?&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes i have to think that over and question if it's what's best for me.&lt;br /&gt;(the only reason i said no is because you never taught me how to say anything else)&lt;br /&gt;i've stored your lessons in my ears. and your fingers in my tears.&lt;br /&gt;wonderful, bitch can you stop crying and laugh a little, it's good for your heart&lt;br /&gt;to know you're going through emotions like a basketcase.&lt;br /&gt;i'll wear you and your eyes like plus fours in the after party, hour by hour.&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.  i'm sitting here thinking if you sat here too, or if that was part of my wreck&lt;br /&gt;i hate surprises, and it came to me as one when you told me to breath in. and not let it out&lt;br /&gt;so i thought to myself, would i kiss a girl who lives to breathe. or just to take the breath out of her?&lt;br /&gt;that's still unknown, and i'm still. i know.&lt;br /&gt;she was just a friend. it was just a kiss. it was just a glance. it was just a quickk fuckk&lt;br /&gt;it'll never happen again. and again and again and again. you've filled me up to the brim&lt;br /&gt;and i still feel lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweet lips, ontop of this lamborghini. canyou imagine it?&lt;br /&gt;ohh baby, i can &lt;strong&gt;have&lt;/strong&gt; it, and get it anywere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3193945844055628482-1827661769106250337?l=halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/1827661769106250337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/1827661769106250337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-nervous-wreck-with-uncountable-check.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m a nervous wreck with an uncountable check&quot;'/><author><name>xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05454167777351149477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3193945844055628482.post-5327210608045472411</id><published>2007-04-19T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T13:42:59.443-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ex my ohhs'/><title type='text'>T      -      pain</title><content type='html'>" lemme buy you a drank ..... "&lt;br /&gt;can you buy me a drink?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3193945844055628482-5327210608045472411?l=halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/5327210608045472411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/5327210608045472411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com/2007/04/t-pain.html' title='T      -      pain'/><author><name>xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05454167777351149477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3193945844055628482.post-8780212211040178851</id><published>2007-04-19T08:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T08:20:56.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Esc, Cntrl, Alt. Entr, DELETE&gt;me.</title><content type='html'>i've come to realize you get some sudden ache when i'm gone&lt;br /&gt;i've come to notice how annoying you are when i come around&lt;br /&gt;i've come to understand you aren't who i wanted you to be.&lt;br /&gt;i've come to forget about the things you said to me, that had no meaning&lt;br /&gt;i've come to ignore the thoughts you put inside of my head&lt;br /&gt;i've come to disguise your heart with a sudden rush of blood to my lips&lt;br /&gt;i've come to cross-out the life i wanted to not give you, but i gave it to you anyways&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3193945844055628482-8780212211040178851?l=halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/8780212211040178851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/8780212211040178851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com/2007/04/esc-cntrl-alt-entr-deleteme_19.html' title='Esc, Cntrl, Alt. Entr, DELETE&gt;me.'/><author><name>xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05454167777351149477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3193945844055628482.post-7448245816450845510</id><published>2007-04-19T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T08:20:47.250-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ex my ohs'/><title type='text'>Esc, Cntrl, Alt. Entr, DELETE&gt;me.</title><content type='html'>i've come to realize you get some sudden ache when i'm gone&lt;br /&gt;i've come to notice how annoying you are when i come around&lt;br /&gt;i've come to understand you aren't who i wanted you to be.&lt;br /&gt;i've come to forget about the things you said to me, that had no meaning&lt;br /&gt;i've come to ignore the thoughts you put inside of my head&lt;br /&gt;i've come to disguise your heart with a sudden rush of blood to my lips&lt;br /&gt;i've come to cross-out the life i wanted to not give you, but i gave it to you anyways&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3193945844055628482-7448245816450845510?l=halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/7448245816450845510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/7448245816450845510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com/2007/04/esc-cntrl-alt-entr-deleteme.html' title='Esc, Cntrl, Alt. Entr, DELETE&gt;me.'/><author><name>xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05454167777351149477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3193945844055628482.post-3542329196709235819</id><published>2007-04-18T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T12:53:19.638-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ex my ohs'/><title type='text'>I'm not sorry, I just don't really care anymore</title><content type='html'>i guess i should have taken the signs more serious this time.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i was wrong to think you would have been alot different.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i didn't think before i asked a question i thought would matter.&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;strong&gt;know&lt;/strong&gt; it isn't true, and i &lt;strong&gt;know&lt;/strong&gt; you aren't going to be there when im gone.&lt;br /&gt;but honestly, i don't care. because i &lt;strong&gt;know&lt;/strong&gt; who i have, and what i don't have&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;em&gt;the &lt;strong&gt;only&lt;/strong&gt; thing&lt;/em&gt; that matters is what i feel. and that's the hate that goes along with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's a poser and a half, can you handle it? . . . . . . . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3193945844055628482-3542329196709235819?l=halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/3542329196709235819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/3542329196709235819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-not-sorry-i-just-dont-really-care.html' title='I&apos;m not sorry, I just don&apos;t really care anymore'/><author><name>xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05454167777351149477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3193945844055628482.post-7503508502857248687</id><published>2007-04-18T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T04:18:49.716-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ex my ohs'/><title type='text'>Jinx me something crazy.</title><content type='html'>why the fuck do people think i won't find out, and that it won't mean a thing come tomorrow. You're wrong, because i don't care about you or myself, and im not in the mood. im never in the mood to have any conversation with anyone. you're all worthless, and atleast i'll have the guts to say you aren't fucking worth it&lt;br /&gt;YOU AREN'T FUCKING WORTH IT&lt;br /&gt;IM NOT FUCKING WORTH IT&lt;br /&gt;THIS WORLD ISN'T WORTH IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        i think they're called an 'ex' because they're meant to be crossed out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3193945844055628482-7503508502857248687?l=halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/7503508502857248687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/7503508502857248687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com/2007/04/jinx-me-something-crazy.html' title='Jinx me something crazy.'/><author><name>xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05454167777351149477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3193945844055628482.post-6824851189608446939</id><published>2007-04-18T04:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T04:14:10.522-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ex my ohs'/><title type='text'>Only you can make me tell the truth</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking about this random book title that came to my mind this morning&lt;br /&gt;" 100 places to see before you die" and i was wondering, what's in it for me? what&lt;br /&gt;building would like to see me, and have me die, perhaps inside it. or outside. or with it&lt;br /&gt;who wants to see me decompose, and then achieve a goal in the after life, and still not&lt;br /&gt;want to become apart of you. it's a shame to see how many people actually think im&lt;br /&gt;going to forgive myself for what i've been planning to do. ' notice the past tense verbs&lt;br /&gt;right there, im not only a ghost, im a human with a conscience'.&lt;br /&gt;you've been left all along, and i've been right since last night.&lt;br /&gt;girl, you know you drive me off the road until my heart is really on the dashboard&lt;br /&gt;im not a professional, but im trying my hardest to reach your hearts summit&lt;br /&gt;you seriously make me who i am, but how can i know who i am when you don't know who you are?&lt;br /&gt;good morning. good day. good night. good times&lt;br /&gt;bad night. bad day. bad eyesight. bad rhymes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;\3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3193945844055628482-6824851189608446939?l=halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/6824851189608446939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/6824851189608446939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com/2007/04/only-you-can-make-me-tell-truth.html' title='Only you can make me tell the truth'/><author><name>xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05454167777351149477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3193945844055628482.post-7474305006387505747</id><published>2007-04-17T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T04:17:26.026-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ex my ohs'/><title type='text'>I don't believe you, now take off your clothes.</title><content type='html'>i saw you through the eye[s] of my own pet spider, you've never seems so scared&lt;br /&gt;and so loving with[h]in.[m].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're breath on my glass hand tells it all. it tells the story of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;what simple questions can we not afford?&lt;br /&gt;all the metaphors take up for the curses and feelings., so i love you with embarrassment.&lt;br /&gt;starting each sentence with "i honestly..." isn't just a metaphor, it's a heart waiting to be broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i try to stand and say something butyou talk too much, yoou radio whore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3193945844055628482-7474305006387505747?l=halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/7474305006387505747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/7474305006387505747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-dont-believe-you-now-take-off-your.html' title='I don&apos;t believe you, now take off your clothes.'/><author><name>xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05454167777351149477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3193945844055628482.post-4196050029377643836</id><published>2007-04-17T04:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T08:38:30.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'></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"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are An ENFP&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The Inspirer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love being around people, and you are deeply committed to your friends.You are also unconventional, irreverant, and unimpressed by authority and rules.Incredibly perceptive, you can usually sense if someone has hidden motives.You use lots of colorful language and expressions. You're quite the storyteller!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would make an excellent entrepreneur, politician, or journalist.&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/whatsyourpersonalitytypequiz/"&gt;What's" Your Personality Type?&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/3193945844055628482-4196050029377643836?l=halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/4196050029377643836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/4196050029377643836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com/2007/04/you-are-enfp-inspirer-you-love-being.html' title=''/><author><name>xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05454167777351149477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3193945844055628482.post-4977239582006831898</id><published>2007-04-17T04:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T04:08:54.226-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ex my ohs'/><title type='text'>You can be the rain, I'll bring some goddamn color.</title><content type='html'>this time, i'll remember never to refuse an invitation&lt;br /&gt;..you never know who could be there waiting to kill you.&lt;br /&gt;i've seen your blackest blackout, and i'm lining you up.&lt;br /&gt;depression is the new smiley, learn how to make it&lt;br /&gt;open up your eyes, i wanna make sure you're listening to&lt;br /&gt;every single word i've been saying to you.i'll show you&lt;br /&gt;the rest in code, because there's more to life than living&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coinvinced to be fake&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3193945844055628482-4977239582006831898?l=halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/4977239582006831898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/4977239582006831898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com/2007/04/coinvinced-to-be-fake.html' title='You can be the rain, I&apos;ll bring some goddamn color.'/><author><name>xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05454167777351149477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3193945844055628482.post-3468823186952544817</id><published>2007-04-14T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T07:23:33.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turn around, or make a sound.</title><content type='html'>"Wake me up before you go-go&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to miss it when you hit that high"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"" people are people, so why should it be? ....."&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3193945844055628482-3468823186952544817?l=halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/3468823186952544817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/3468823186952544817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com/2007/04/turn-around-or-make-sound.html' title='Turn around, or make a sound.'/><author><name>xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05454167777351149477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3193945844055628482.post-2567951360007321377</id><published>2007-04-12T15:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T15:10:35.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im sick of seening everyone falling for everyone, and landing so softly. and trying to be honest with myself, hitting rock bottom all alone, having nothing to love but this razor, it's tragic            you know im your worst habit.the one that gives you the finger&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3193945844055628482-2567951360007321377?l=halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/2567951360007321377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/2567951360007321377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-sick-of-seening-everyone-falling-for.html' title=''/><author><name>xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05454167777351149477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3193945844055628482.post-1448129491208554053</id><published>2007-04-12T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T15:10:07.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im      not      all      emo,      bitch.im the one who caused thescene&lt;br /&gt;IM A SINGLE SHOT OF A DOUBLE ONE NIGHT STAND.&lt;br /&gt;IM NOT LOOKING....&lt;br /&gt;....JUST WAITING&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3193945844055628482-1448129491208554053?l=halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/1448129491208554053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/1448129491208554053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-not-all-emo-bitch.html' title=''/><author><name>xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05454167777351149477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3193945844055628482.post-6870662141174508008</id><published>2007-04-12T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T14:54:19.375-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ex my ohs'/><title type='text'>Thursday, the 12th</title><content type='html'>You know im everything in your mind&lt;br /&gt;all the time. all the time&lt;br /&gt;I'm more than a dime, and you know&lt;br /&gt;people like me aren't common where you're from.&lt;br /&gt;You have dreams everynight, but never remember any&lt;br /&gt;of them. but there's a good one sleeping it's way to you and thru me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scream, thanks for these memories i take with me&lt;br /&gt;they scream for me. im going way to slow. you're&lt;br /&gt;always bored, i know. don't take this offensive,&lt;br /&gt;but i love you in the most horrible way there is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't say thanks, you're already welcome&lt;br /&gt;just not to my party. you aren't in the same world as me&lt;br /&gt;and i know you're movements would cause less trouble, but&lt;br /&gt;let's face it. i have my own in the back of my mind. don't worry&lt;br /&gt;you're still one person. with two different hearts. .... or maybe the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3193945844055628482-6870662141174508008?l=halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/6870662141174508008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/6870662141174508008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com/2007/04/thursday-12th.html' title='Thursday, the 12th'/><author><name>xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05454167777351149477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3193945844055628482.post-8678513332498540464</id><published>2007-04-09T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T13:26:37.437-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ex my ohs'/><title type='text'>I THINK I HATE YOU, BUT I'LL LIVE</title><content type='html'>I'd rather ask stupid questions and get an answer&lt;br /&gt;than keep my mouth shut and suffer from not knowing.&lt;br /&gt;don't cross yourself, just cross out me from your life and me&lt;br /&gt;from your eyes. I've gone through more tonight than i did that day&lt;br /&gt;we woke the fuck up.you should only remind me how hot it can get in here, and why my face is so strangely patterned with your favorite color dress.you turn me on HOTTER THAN HELL. You talk just to make noise and you yell just to make boys your sin silk toys. with love, of course.Hello was the only way to go, now goodbye is the only word in our vocab. you treat me like im so low when you know in the end you'd make me so high.I was gonna tell you in the end but i figured that was too soon and I needed to give my heart some time apart, some time to think about, some space to practice for a beating..=]./&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE NO LIFE, I HAVE NO PRIDE&lt;br /&gt;tearing apart and scratching the arts.&lt;br /&gt;thinking and breaking is what keeps me busy.&lt;br /&gt;looking hearts and breaking all my glances.&lt;br /&gt;my smile is in my pocket, weighed down by love&lt;br /&gt;im not listening to you and i don't know what i would&lt;br /&gt;be listening for.&lt;br /&gt;miss misery. do you love me or shove me?&lt;br /&gt;im miserable with a smile on my face, eat your beats alive tonight.&lt;br /&gt;the sad faces my heart makes turns me on. and flicks you off.&lt;br /&gt;creep over babe, just give me a taste.&lt;br /&gt;I THINK I HATE YOU, BUT I'LL LIVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" You can blah blah blah, and all your friends"&lt;br /&gt;santisantisanti&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3193945844055628482-8678513332498540464?l=halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/8678513332498540464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/8678513332498540464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-think-i-hate-you-but-ill-live.html' title='I THINK I HATE YOU, BUT I&apos;LL LIVE'/><author><name>xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05454167777351149477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3193945844055628482.post-8452746941747694563</id><published>2007-04-03T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T14:14:25.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We  have  your eyes, so we don't need the headlightsi   know    hate    is   a   strong   word&lt;br /&gt;but atleast im honest; it's one thing i actually mean&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3193945844055628482-8452746941747694563?l=halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/8452746941747694563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/8452746941747694563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com/2007/04/we-have-your-eyes-so-we-dont-need.html' title=''/><author><name>xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05454167777351149477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3193945844055628482.post-9026522749788303388</id><published>2007-04-03T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T14:06:44.511-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ex my ohs'/><title type='text'>green eyed pullover</title><content type='html'>i got fireflies in my stomach, and im leaded to you&lt;br /&gt;and a baby black gaze in my third blind eye is done for,&lt;br /&gt;but im confident. i cant be just lost, let alone with you. alone&lt;br /&gt;you can be my moon song, and if we shoot and miss then&lt;br /&gt;we'll miss and kiss, so the stars can have an audience, and&lt;br /&gt;we can too. we're always aiming for something . i don't want you.&lt;br /&gt;you're stolen[i can't be held hostage over you]. my heart is on my eyes, and it's beat is 7 times faster now that i can't see you.&lt;br /&gt;just for the record, the forecast today is commonly fine, and somewhat&lt;br /&gt;into me. i hope you can keep a secret that can help you in six years. but all this was, was a hint.and it's leading it's own way to a fake faux. facade&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3193945844055628482-9026522749788303388?l=halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/9026522749788303388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/9026522749788303388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com/2007/04/green-eyed-pullover.html' title='green eyed pullover'/><author><name>xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05454167777351149477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3193945844055628482.post-6349335721182802302</id><published>2007-04-02T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T14:34:12.545-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ex my ohs'/><title type='text'>I read about the after life, but I never really lived.....</title><content type='html'>my smile is in my pocket&lt;br /&gt;i keep it there, so when im miserable,&lt;br /&gt;i reach down deep and throw it right on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thnks alt, thnks fr nthng thnks alt, thnks fr nthng&lt;br /&gt;thnks alt, thnks fr nthng thnks alt, thnks fr nthng&lt;br /&gt;thnks alt, thnks fr nthng thnks alt, thnks fr nthng&lt;br /&gt;thnks alt, thnks fr nthng thnks alt, thnks fr nthng&lt;br /&gt;thnks alt, thnks fr nthng thnks alt, thnks fr nthng&lt;br /&gt;thnks alt, thnks fr nthng thnks alt, thnks fr nthng&lt;br /&gt;thnks alt, thnks fr nthng thnks alt, thnks fr nthng&lt;br /&gt;thnks alt, thnks fr nthng thnks alt, thnks fr nthng&lt;br /&gt;thnks alt, thnks fr nthng thnks alt, thnks fr nthng&lt;br /&gt;thnks alt, thnks fr nthng thnks alt, thnks fr nthng&lt;br /&gt;thnks alt, thnks fr nthng thnks alt, thnks fr nthng&lt;br /&gt;thnks alt, thnks fr nthng thnks alt, thnks fr nthng&lt;br /&gt;thnks alt, thnks fr nthng thnks alt, thnks fr nthng&lt;br /&gt;thnks alt, thnks fr nthng thnks alt, thnks fr nthng&lt;br /&gt;thnks alt, thnks fr nthng thnks alt, thnks fr nthng&lt;br /&gt;thnks alt, thnks fr nthng thnks alt, thnks fr nthng&lt;br /&gt;thnks alt, thnks fr nthng thnks alt, thnks fr nthng&lt;br /&gt;thnks alt, thnks fr nthng thnks alt, thnks fr nthng&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3193945844055628482-6349335721182802302?l=halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/6349335721182802302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/6349335721182802302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-read-about-after-life-but-i-never.html' title='I read about the after life, but I never really lived.....'/><author><name>xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05454167777351149477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3193945844055628482.post-3709594240052860533</id><published>2007-04-01T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T17:06:33.801-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ex my ohs'/><title type='text'>We wasted so many days .......</title><content type='html'>i forgave you last night when you told me&lt;br /&gt;you were coming , coming. home.&lt;br /&gt;to my home, and i thought you said you&lt;br /&gt;wanted to do something, but i guess this ghost&lt;br /&gt;in the back of my fist says things to me, and&lt;br /&gt;messes with my head, because i know who you are&lt;br /&gt;and what you do. crazy girls, to a lazy blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you laugh out loud in front of my face&lt;br /&gt;i can't decide what to pay for grace&lt;br /&gt;full price or a discount. im not cheap, im just&lt;br /&gt;a quick scout. and im a sucker for homesickness&lt;br /&gt;and a patient in my heart is finally somewhere to start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna live in this "beautiful place" because&lt;br /&gt;my meaning of beautiful obviously isn't the same.&lt;br /&gt;my rain is not your rain, i live in the cold until my&lt;br /&gt;blood get's old and tries to escape, but im not letting&lt;br /&gt;that happen, i can't let you see this happen to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are the one who made me older, don't make me feel like i did last night, back then.&lt;br /&gt;tell me what i have wasted with you, and i'll tell&lt;br /&gt;you what i did to make you do what you did to me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3193945844055628482-3709594240052860533?l=halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/3709594240052860533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/3709594240052860533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com/2007/04/we-wasted-so-many-days.html' title='We wasted so many days .......'/><author><name>xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05454167777351149477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3193945844055628482.post-2746436827893682015</id><published>2007-04-01T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T14:50:46.324-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ex my ohs'/><title type='text'>I don't wanna be in love</title><content type='html'>i haven't done something like this in a while&lt;br /&gt;it's because everyone tried to make me look better&lt;br /&gt;so i had no time to get a shot at it and show you what a man i could be.&lt;br /&gt;i'm seriously crying over every little thing now, and nobody can help it&lt;br /&gt;except you, but sometimes that makes me wonder if you actually can&lt;br /&gt;im so lost in this world, and your green eyes don't make mine look any brighter. my heart is in an upsidedown world, and it's balancing on a enemy. honesty is the part of me that no one can understand, and curiousity is the boss of me tonight, and im not going home.&lt;br /&gt;you make me wanna take you off. and keep it on top&lt;br /&gt;the sad face that my heart makes turns me on and off&lt;br /&gt;creep over, give me a taste. give me a taste&lt;br /&gt;i think i hate it, but i'll live by dancing&lt;br /&gt;the blood in my eyes is famous, and all your faces look good to me&lt;br /&gt;label me as a sharper point in the box, and your eyes may hurt for days&lt;br /&gt;and turn my heart to shades of grey .....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3193945844055628482-2746436827893682015?l=halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/2746436827893682015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/2746436827893682015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-dont-wanna-be-in-love.html' title='I don&apos;t wanna be in love'/><author><name>xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05454167777351149477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3193945844055628482.post-5503201176641964629</id><published>2007-03-29T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T13:57:38.357-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ex my ohs'/><title type='text'>My new heaven is Your new heaven.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;im sick of crying over hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;screaming for hips, &amp; compresing my words against&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;your untouched lips;; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;that was a quick 7min makeout session&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;i think i'll take another...make it double luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;i don't think i've been so serious lately...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;so try me with your best lines,and see how many times you score home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;my hips hurts, you pulled them too close this time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;you went to far, i don't know if i'm really his.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;im drowing in my own pity river, practicing my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;coarse lines for a long open window overseas at 12midnight, with a little bit of stagefright, but im sure i can deal. i can surely deal, im a sure deal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;the only thing i love about you is your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;and the only thing i love and love is the lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;it's so stuckup, it sticks up for itself, but i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;can't consider a friend in such, so im just a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;black letter on the side of a bus ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;you made me believe i was the one, but i soon came to realize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;i was not just that; im a better melody than you could ever listen to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;you just haven't gotten enough sense to participate in 'fives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;i got 'baptized' in my pwn self pity, good luck with that one. i'll see you in a new heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3193945844055628482-5503201176641964629?l=halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/5503201176641964629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/5503201176641964629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-new-heaven-is-your-new-heaven.html' title='My new heaven is Your new heaven.'/><author><name>xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05454167777351149477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3193945844055628482.post-4163577820448621456</id><published>2007-03-27T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T11:13:40.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Edit Posts, please</title><content type='html'>i've gotten a bloody knee, and i can't stand to look at it. i cannot keep my eyes open. i wanted to give you the world, but there was no one to confirm it with, because the world is lonely. always has, and always will be. the only thing you haven't noticed yet is you are the world to me, and i have nobody to talk to when i want you to understand, so this ship will stay afloat, as i sink down slowly, becoming your only one&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3193945844055628482-4163577820448621456?l=halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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heavy for me...... "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3193945844055628482-7666637398605140674?l=halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/7666637398605140674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/7666637398605140674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-knew-that-lights-of-city-were-too.html' title='goldengoldengolden'/><author><name>xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05454167777351149477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3193945844055628482.post-8316067083266307648</id><published>2007-03-27T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T09:05:48.927-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ex my ohs'/><title type='text'>Tell me again, and refresh my schmemory.</title><content type='html'>He said I think I'm gonna make an author my second job if this doesn't work out, and he did. He made work his number 1 priority, pushed everything else aside, and let money take over. Who ever said money is a bad thing? whoever said money is a bad thing only said that because they didn't have any of their own. He wanted to be a singer, but he screamed too much, his vocals went numb. I want to be just like you, is what we wanted to hear his son say. His son isn't any more responsible than he was, but atleast his son made his way through life without pulling out the positives to compare to the negatives, no. he just came straight out and let it out. i read this book called " Lullaby" and i srsly thought i slept through it. I think i can fly along with the front cover..and hopefully land on my back. your eyes help me see the faces of our loved ones, and the faces of our loved ones are long gone. Double click my X's goodbye, and hope you see it before you die&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3193945844055628482-8316067083266307648?l=halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/8316067083266307648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/8316067083266307648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com/2007/03/tell-me-again-and-refresh-my-schmemory.html' title='Tell me again, and refresh my schmemory.'/><author><name>xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05454167777351149477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3193945844055628482.post-2435642407634717040</id><published>2007-03-27T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T08:04:16.407-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='* xo¿'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yer a diamond in the rough,&lt;br /&gt;Yer the backseat of my truck&lt;br /&gt;Youll learn to face the music,&lt;br /&gt;With the high pitched face you have&lt;br /&gt;And if you wanna get down to brass tacks&lt;br /&gt;We can do that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got handwritings on our walls, and i knew youd break my fall&lt;br /&gt;into 600 pieces, or more depending on the pressure.&lt;br /&gt;Hit the hay, babe. Im STILL a sight for sore eyes.&lt;br /&gt;dont jinx me, just fix me until my sight is the brightest light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you took my body and soul apart, and since yer convinced&lt;br /&gt;im a prince entering rehab. relapse, tonight. this hotel is getting colder&lt;br /&gt;we haven't paid in full, so we're more like eskimos now. i love your emotions&lt;br /&gt;and the ones you don't have. i know yer feeling down, so just move a little further&lt;br /&gt;and im sure youll feel the temperature amend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the boy in chicago knows exactly what i know&lt;br /&gt;love is the sickest thing anyone could witness&lt;br /&gt;these yellow 'jackets' feel more like a garment&lt;br /&gt;you must have forgot that i can be charming&lt;br /&gt;dont try it, if you know you wont fit this&lt;br /&gt;shade it darker and to the left.. make me similar to snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you learn to love it, you might like it&lt;br /&gt;you can live without me for th rest of your lives&lt;br /&gt;youre a fool, now everybody's asking me&lt;br /&gt;smeel sweeter now than last night, and i swear&lt;br /&gt;i'll conduct your heartstrings for loves brothers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3193945844055628482-2435642407634717040?l=halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/2435642407634717040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/2435642407634717040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com/2007/03/yer-diamond-in-rough-yer-backseat-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05454167777351149477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3193945844055628482.post-3974050448425860290</id><published>2007-03-27T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T07:51:55.128-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ex my ohs'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you couldn't consider me emotional, just because im there sometimes. i have bad habits, just like any other scent of you. bring me closer to you, and itll seem further than forever. i cant take this, and i cant shake it. im stuck here all alone because you hit rock bottom. i smacked the lips of a natural bliss, &amp; i punched the face in the red &amp;amp; blue [skin+] beating birds and shooting hearts, has never looked so rad, but i know this way i can show you how im bad. i drafted your essays, and they still got full credit. im not like you, but im trying my hardest..just like last night. i tried my hardest, and it wasn't the first time either. we can't seem to get it right, and im just giving up until you find a way to get it yourself. get it together yourself. get yourself together. work me til i cry. cry until i work for you. this isnt working for us... and it's about time we worked together, i thought i was all by myself with your tears collected in a crystal ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3193945844055628482-3974050448425860290?l=halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/3974050448425860290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/3974050448425860290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com/2007/03/you-couldnt-consider-me-emotional-just.html' title=''/><author><name>xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05454167777351149477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3193945844055628482.post-7428737770376634853</id><published>2007-03-27T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T07:47:47.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile, Empty Soul</title><content type='html'>man vs. nature has never been so surreal&lt;br /&gt;i see you in first person, but you finish in a narration&lt;br /&gt;i swear i saw you last night in the corner, crying your eyes out&lt;br /&gt;but maybe it was the shadow of a once-in-a-life-time dream&lt;br /&gt;if you were so sick of love songs, youd stop convincing me to expel them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe this night has gone so fast, sinec a bird on a tree top&lt;br /&gt;fell before it actually dropped, &amp;amp; a cat in the hat is a pat on the back.&lt;br /&gt;lost soul, lost soul, lost soul. dont remember to forgive me about forgetting your future.&lt;br /&gt;it wasnt my type of job but sure as hell got hired&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3193945844055628482-7428737770376634853?l=halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/7428737770376634853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/7428737770376634853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com/2007/03/smile-empty-soul.html' title='Smile, Empty Soul'/><author><name>xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05454167777351149477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3193945844055628482.post-2904174053536553940</id><published>2007-03-27T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T05:29:15.568-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ex my ohs'/><title type='text'>You set me up FOR GOOD&gt;&gt;&gt;</title><content type='html'>Back to Back, Hands up High&lt;br /&gt;Cross my Eyes, My heart has Died&lt;br /&gt;Get on your knees only if you please&lt;br /&gt;Cross my heir, only if you dare&lt;br /&gt;I thought i cried my eyes out last night&lt;br /&gt;but then i woke up and i was all together again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture me disturbing, &amp; puncture me in perfect&lt;br /&gt;It's a long drive home, and i wide range of my mind&lt;br /&gt;I'm healthy for you, but im not in the same shade.&lt;br /&gt;azul and a bullie is a fully equipped heart in the bottom of a pool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hardcore? sophomore. I'm on top, yer going down&lt;br /&gt;sock it to me, baby and i'll sock it right back to you.&lt;br /&gt;cover me up, so you can't see all my faces.&lt;br /&gt;flip me over, roll them back, sugar sweet, repeat routine.&lt;br /&gt;don't ask me about being famous, just ask my other mirror,&lt;br /&gt;because from now on, im a helpless teen with less skin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3193945844055628482-2904174053536553940?l=halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/2904174053536553940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/2904174053536553940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com/2007/03/you-set-me-up-for-good.html' title='You set me up FOR GOOD&gt;&gt;&gt;'/><author><name>xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05454167777351149477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3193945844055628482.post-5339947828303694213</id><published>2007-03-26T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T16:07:13.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This blood is mine ....</title><content type='html'>is it awkward silence?&lt;br /&gt;or just dead like us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't sound so much like me....&lt;br /&gt;.... im conceited, i got a reason&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3193945844055628482-5339947828303694213?l=halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/5339947828303694213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/5339947828303694213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com/2007/03/this-blood-is-mine.html' title='This blood is mine ....'/><author><name>xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05454167777351149477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3193945844055628482.post-5781336432761929153</id><published>2007-03-26T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T15:51:54.693-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ex my ohs'/><title type='text'>Moderate sprinkles, and a microphones singer.</title><content type='html'>I forgive you, I'm on your side.&lt;br /&gt;Just for tonight, don't take my pride&lt;br /&gt;My light is on, don't pretend you can't see it&lt;br /&gt;I'm on with it, but not as smart and outstanding&lt;br /&gt;I got my gift in return, the thing i wanted back was&lt;br /&gt;a brand new antique. but whatever you say goes as it sinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am, I am a cheater.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not, I'm not a mischief man&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a home theater&lt;br /&gt;I hit home, and still missed scarred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink razors, so old. New favors, so cold&lt;br /&gt;I'm rich and jealous, a bitch and famous&lt;br /&gt;Surely , I cause scenes for the bold&lt;br /&gt;Make my opportunity useless, and make all of them hate us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I deserved love in a shotglass, not an hourglass&lt;br /&gt;You know you could do better than my left bedside&lt;br /&gt;But you said it feels like home, so I let you pack your stuff.&lt;br /&gt;It's still trying to hide, but you evidently played too rough.&lt;br /&gt;Thnk you fr yer spprt. I'm in god's hands now.. no, seriously&lt;br /&gt;It's stuck to my tongue, and it's screaming for me and my touch&lt;br /&gt;but I can't fucking give it to you if you screamed your way back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backseat, just fxck me. Jack sheets, must confront me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3193945844055628482-5781336432761929153?l=halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/5781336432761929153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/5781336432761929153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com/2007/03/moderate-sprinkles-and-microphones.html' title='Moderate sprinkles, and a microphones singer.'/><author><name>xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05454167777351149477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3193945844055628482.post-8251501377835860906</id><published>2007-03-26T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T12:36:55.218-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ex my ohs'/><title type='text'>Try me, and I bet you will make me look like a first-aid kit.</title><content type='html'>i guess the only thing i can do now is stand&lt;br /&gt;on top and scream out disgusting gossip about&lt;br /&gt;how you are a bad kisser, and im no longer a bad tipper&lt;br /&gt;you say you're still wanting this continuum, but im still saying&lt;br /&gt;i want you continually. make my lips turn ruby red .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blues eyes. true lies, they're all in the book but the thing&lt;br /&gt;is i can't believe you, because the glare is distracting.&lt;br /&gt;we can pair off, so when i touch you, i can feel it too&lt;br /&gt;the longer you can wait, the more my neck is through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say my name, and i'll say the word. you meant so much&lt;br /&gt;to him, but this meant everything to me. i'm a sip-sipper&lt;br /&gt;i can't be less than this creature, but not more. i'm only around 3&lt;br /&gt;i'm still doing you in this chapter, and it's a distinctive hand touch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3193945844055628482-8251501377835860906?l=halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/8251501377835860906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/8251501377835860906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com/2007/03/try-me-and-i-bet-you-will-make-me-look.html' title='Try me, and I bet you will make me look like a first-aid kit.'/><author><name>xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05454167777351149477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3193945844055628482.post-822717335563465590</id><published>2007-03-26T04:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T04:14:05.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drop my heart, and nobody else gets hurt. It's all mine,</title><content type='html'>since when could love pass asa suicide attempt.&lt;br /&gt;and when could i slit your wrists, and you could slit mine?&lt;br /&gt;i never knew you were so desperate for attention, and i never knew&lt;br /&gt;you looked so good in black. and i thought since you left, you weren't coming back.&lt;br /&gt;but i guess i joked too much. or played around too much. or just laughed one for one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yer just a fxck up, and im a screw up that screws around til i get screwed in the ass, so shut the fuck up, and fix the loose screws in fucked up yer head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i honestly  don't  give a shit aboutthe look in your eyes.  i only careabout   the  feeling of you topless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't kno what this is, so if you questions... i won't know the answers. =! m clueless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3193945844055628482-822717335563465590?l=halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/822717335563465590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/822717335563465590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com/2007/03/drop-my-heart-and-nobody-else-gets-hurt.html' title='Drop my heart, and nobody else gets hurt. It&apos;s all mine,'/><author><name>xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05454167777351149477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3193945844055628482.post-8687455965913936797</id><published>2007-03-25T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T12:09:19.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hairdresser on Fire</title><content type='html'>you're always so busy, busy scissors.&lt;br /&gt;vini reilly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3193945844055628482-8687455965913936797?l=halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/8687455965913936797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/8687455965913936797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com/2007/03/hairdresser-on-fire.html' title='Hairdresser on Fire'/><author><name>xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05454167777351149477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3193945844055628482.post-940342733727058835</id><published>2007-03-25T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T10:12:30.131-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ex my ohs'/><title type='text'>The mood I'm in is undescribable</title><content type='html'>we were perfect together, we just lacked perfect timing&lt;br /&gt;you were never in my top 5, 8, 10, or 100&lt;br /&gt;it's really not a big deal, get over it. you disgust me&lt;br /&gt;im not a myspace whore, but you apparently are. you're addicted&lt;br /&gt;to it like cocaine, and im not that deadly. im sure im high up in the clouds,&lt;br /&gt;but im not it. i tagged you weeks before you started turning my stomach&lt;br /&gt;into 5 pieces, ups and downs, lefts and rights, and the disco-turn while you're&lt;br /&gt;at it. im not a joke anymore, and you can't be mine. i don't want you because you're&lt;br /&gt;you, i don't want you because im me. you aren't my type, but im faster at you and your&lt;br /&gt;lack thereof. don't talk about me behind my back, because i can hear you. i can hear you&lt;br /&gt;when you aren't thinking of me, and i can see you in my bed , dead, with a bullet in your head&lt;br /&gt;and don't think i didn't want to do this a long time ago. i was just too fucking small to get up and talk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3193945844055628482-940342733727058835?l=halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/940342733727058835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/940342733727058835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com/2007/03/mood-im-in-is-undescribable.html' title='The mood I&apos;m in is undescribable'/><author><name>xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05454167777351149477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3193945844055628482.post-615333505424623193</id><published>2007-03-23T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T14:02:45.515-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ex my ohs'/><title type='text'>shemmix, i guess</title><content type='html'>I'm sure if I smiled a little more, your eyes would have twitched&lt;br /&gt;more than usual. You know this isn't me, but then again, who is it? I'm not sure what I am, where I'm from, or what I'm doing here, but you are the only person who wants me here, and since I can't accept that fact, I'm a long shot runner, with a bad habit of seeing through things.&lt;br /&gt;You think your heart aches? Try mine, babe. You haven't seen the worst me, and I have surely felt the worst of you. I'm no longer a verb, but I'm not an adjective. You know I only talked to you if I was trying to get my point across. You are such a wuss, and this time, I'll check first to see if I can help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You continue to make me listen to you, but I don't understand your language. I can't see you now, but i know he's in here somewhere. I can smell him, and I can see you. I'm sorry you had to witness this all, but it's just like the olden days when i had no clue what to wear to bed, what to say on the phone, and last, not of course not the least, how to tell your heart " i have one of my own" and that's that, it's a wrap. So im sorry you witnessed all this, but then I guess if you hadn't, you wouldn't honestly know the true me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3193945844055628482-615333505424623193?l=halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/615333505424623193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/615333505424623193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com/2007/03/shemmix-i-guess.html' title='shemmix, i guess'/><author><name>xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05454167777351149477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3193945844055628482.post-1538347440197864303</id><published>2007-03-23T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T13:50:45.386-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ex my ohs'/><title type='text'>If I have to watch you crumble, the only thing left is to build you back up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I don't like your friends, I think they are entirely over rated.&lt;br /&gt;They only want you for protection, but when things get hard, it's left up to you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not one to get scared over scary images, but I've never seen something as harmful as your pages in my journal.&lt;br /&gt;It tastes like a heart, and it looks like a dark , cold, room.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna roam around, until i find space for this moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss every single star i wished on every night&lt;br /&gt;Now that you left, I guess they got lonely.&lt;br /&gt;This was all an okay, let's go. A big sigh, and a big one&lt;br /&gt;I'm left alone, like a ridged book. So leave me alone, I can't stand you to look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the update, I can finally say I've been warned&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a warm position, but it gets cold all of a sudden&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell me why my eyes bleed? or why my ears seem to talk?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not here for the walk, i'm just here for the stalk.&lt;br /&gt;Can you still hear me calling your forgotten name, in a gutless shame? Ah, maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3193945844055628482-1538347440197864303?l=halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/1538347440197864303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/1538347440197864303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com/2007/03/if-i-have-to-watch-you-crumble-only.html' title='If I have to watch you crumble, the only thing left is to build you back up.'/><author><name>xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05454167777351149477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3193945844055628482.post-2359282915171564655</id><published>2007-03-22T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T17:52:23.168-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ex my ohs'/><title type='text'>Im guessing you wanted to tell me the answer is No</title><content type='html'>i was dreaming about someones death&lt;br /&gt;when it all came down to this.&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about a time in rest&lt;br /&gt;when it all came down to bliss.&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping you're hopeful about my&lt;br /&gt;reasons to quit. but im not even standing,&lt;br /&gt;and im not up for this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since when was love a part from me&lt;br /&gt;and when was i a breath at sea&lt;br /&gt;im not over it yet, im just working my way&lt;br /&gt;to the edge.&lt;br /&gt;since when could i make it , and still love you&lt;br /&gt;i can't kiss with my lips, if you know what i mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple no's and a couple knows that it's&lt;br /&gt;worth the two , and the 4 later on.&lt;br /&gt;In a quiet place, I can see you in the dark&lt;br /&gt;but as the night comes. im not exactly that spark&lt;br /&gt;that you needed before, but i dislike the past itself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really can't take it, you know i really can't.&lt;br /&gt;i could before, but i held it up all for you&lt;br /&gt;and this was all for you, you just listened for a first&lt;br /&gt;when i told you to close your eyes and imagine us...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3193945844055628482-2359282915171564655?l=halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/2359282915171564655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/2359282915171564655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-guessing-you-wanted-to-tell-me.html' title='Im guessing you wanted to tell me the answer is No'/><author><name>xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05454167777351149477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3193945844055628482.post-8162523878911508883</id><published>2007-03-22T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T17:40:44.143-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ex my ohs'/><title type='text'>HELP NEEDED, not wanted, but needed</title><content type='html'>i honestly don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;this is extremely confusing, and it's hard to decide.&lt;br /&gt;i love you both, and you both want the opposite.&lt;br /&gt;i want the opposite of what you want&lt;br /&gt;and i can't stand when it comes down to situations like this.&lt;br /&gt;you know i hate these, so why do you insist on making&lt;br /&gt;me the center of this scenario?&lt;br /&gt;i hate attention when it comes from you, and i love it when you give it when i don't need it. im a helpless prick, and a stuck-up stick. im a worthless piece, and a gentle peace.&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3193945844055628482-8162523878911508883?l=halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/8162523878911508883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/8162523878911508883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com/2007/03/help-needed-not-wanted-but-needed.html' title='HELP NEEDED, not wanted, but needed'/><author><name>xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05454167777351149477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3193945844055628482.post-6527767741349160029</id><published>2007-03-22T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T14:59:08.794-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ex my ohs'/><title type='text'>okay, sir</title><content type='html'>get inside me, it suits whores like you well&lt;br /&gt;im underneath your friends , and i like it thereI AM who i am, so i guess IM A THREAT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3193945844055628482-6527767741349160029?l=halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/6527767741349160029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/6527767741349160029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com/2007/03/okay-sir.html' title='okay, sir'/><author><name>xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05454167777351149477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3193945844055628482.post-4610103817815000212</id><published>2007-03-22T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T14:30:57.566-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ex my ohs'/><title type='text'>Freestyle typing, and it's obviously a bad habit</title><content type='html'>I'm open, im wide open&lt;br /&gt;im a demand, when you're a queen and&lt;br /&gt;i can't take this. i can't help it&lt;br /&gt;i know you more than this, just not tonight&lt;br /&gt;i love you, but not today. maybe when the sun goes down and we sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey hey. oh no. i can't take this for show&lt;br /&gt;and tell. So I'll find something new. that i&lt;br /&gt;can have good aim and shoot at. and be a&lt;br /&gt;disaster in waiting, im faster and hating it&lt;br /&gt;but you weren't any hotter than hell in this room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't buckle up for safety, cause you know&lt;br /&gt;that's all the reason they fed us this shit. and i know&lt;br /&gt;im waiting. but im not deliberating anymore. im just seeing&lt;br /&gt;you in the mirror above me, and fists at my feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im a good guesser, and i study you more than anything else&lt;br /&gt;but i still fail,. and i can't help it. reverse my mail, and send it back to my love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3193945844055628482-4610103817815000212?l=halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/4610103817815000212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/4610103817815000212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com/2007/03/freestyle-typing-and-its-obviously-bad.html' title='Freestyle typing, and it&apos;s obviously a bad habit'/><author><name>xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05454167777351149477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3193945844055628482.post-5511109580972313457</id><published>2007-03-22T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T12:41:32.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>emotionally unstable , but only temporary.</title><content type='html'>guess what? i don't even care anymore&lt;br /&gt;i never wanted you, so i rented you out&lt;br /&gt;and never sent you back. you tried&lt;br /&gt;to escape, but you forgot to remember&lt;br /&gt;my ways. you aren't sneaky and you&lt;br /&gt;sure as hell aren't smart. i know your&lt;br /&gt;eyes usually tell it all, but this time&lt;br /&gt;it's your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stationary, stationery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3193945844055628482-5511109580972313457?l=halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/5511109580972313457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/5511109580972313457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com/2007/03/emotionally-unstable-but-only-temporary.html' title='emotionally unstable , but only temporary.'/><author><name>xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05454167777351149477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3193945844055628482.post-1480958654977484307</id><published>2007-03-20T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T15:19:35.569-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ex my ohs'/><title type='text'>Sure, why not?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;you took the blame, cuz it's the only thing you wanted from me.tattooed tears &amp;+ a teardrop kiss. do you really want that? or are you too close to be underneath of me &amp;amp;+ my skin tight denim?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3193945844055628482-1480958654977484307?l=halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/1480958654977484307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/1480958654977484307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com/2007/03/sure-why-not.html' title='Sure, why not?'/><author><name>xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05454167777351149477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3193945844055628482.post-1282422122197122047</id><published>2007-03-20T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T11:41:23.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the past is past. and the present is present.&lt;br /&gt;take back you what you said, cause you know you never meant it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3193945844055628482-1282422122197122047?l=halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/1282422122197122047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/1282422122197122047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com/2007/03/past-is-past.html' title=''/><author><name>xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05454167777351149477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3193945844055628482.post-7312046397975033468</id><published>2007-03-20T11:06:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T11:10:42.578-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ex my ohs'/><title type='text'>Thnks A lt.</title><content type='html'>remember what i told you from the start&lt;br /&gt;and bury it down to the bottom of your heart&lt;br /&gt;so i can have some distraction when they ask&lt;br /&gt;me what i want to take out. and im ready for this&lt;br /&gt;constitution. because im a long gone winner&lt;br /&gt;with a bad attitude for silence.&lt;br /&gt;im such a sucker for a sucker&lt;br /&gt;and a lover for a lover.&lt;br /&gt;i hate you and your bloodshot eyes&lt;br /&gt;but think back to who cause that.&lt;br /&gt;and then sing it loud and clear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3193945844055628482-7312046397975033468?l=halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/7312046397975033468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/7312046397975033468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com/2007/03/thnks-lt_27.html' title='Thnks A lt.'/><author><name>xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05454167777351149477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3193945844055628482.post-4966435674946645992</id><published>2007-03-20T11:06:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T11:07:44.585-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ex my ohs'/><title type='text'>Thnks A lt.</title><content type='html'>remember what i told you from the start&lt;br /&gt;and bury it down to the bottom of your heart&lt;br /&gt;so i can have some distraction when they ask&lt;br /&gt;me what i want to take out. and im ready for this&lt;br /&gt;constitution. because im a long gone winner&lt;br /&gt;with a bad attitude over silence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3193945844055628482-4966435674946645992?l=halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/4966435674946645992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/4966435674946645992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com/2007/03/thnks-lt_9024.html' title='Thnks A lt.'/><author><name>xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05454167777351149477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3193945844055628482.post-2775115198872431076</id><published>2007-03-20T11:06:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T11:07:44.300-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ex my ohs'/><title type='text'>Thnks A lt.</title><content type='html'>remember what i told you from the start&lt;br /&gt;and bury it down to the bottom of your heart&lt;br /&gt;so i can have some distraction when they ask&lt;br /&gt;me what i want to take out. and im ready for this&lt;br /&gt;constitution. because im a long gone winner&lt;br /&gt;with a bad attitude over silence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3193945844055628482-2775115198872431076?l=halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/2775115198872431076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/2775115198872431076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com/2007/03/thnks-lt_20.html' title='Thnks A lt.'/><author><name>xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05454167777351149477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3193945844055628482.post-7800385795049648582</id><published>2007-03-20T11:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T11:07:43.899-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ex my ohs'/><title type='text'>Thnks A lt.</title><content type='html'>remember what i told you from the start&lt;br /&gt;and bury it down to the bottom of your heart&lt;br /&gt;so i can have some distraction when they ask&lt;br /&gt;me what i want to take out. and im ready for this&lt;br /&gt;constitution. because im a long gone winner&lt;br /&gt;with a bad attitude over silence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3193945844055628482-7800385795049648582?l=halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/7800385795049648582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/7800385795049648582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com/2007/03/thnks-lt.html' title='Thnks A lt.'/><author><name>xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05454167777351149477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3193945844055628482.post-1104208610743092872</id><published>2007-03-16T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T13:57:03.419-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ex my ohs'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;we made the heart&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;we made the part&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;where you choke till you die&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;nevermind, i lost my lines&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3193945844055628482-1104208610743092872?l=halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/1104208610743092872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/1104208610743092872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com/2007/03/we-made-heart-we-made-part-where-you.html' title=''/><author><name>xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05454167777351149477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3193945844055628482.post-3394457215818838966</id><published>2007-03-16T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T13:40:22.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"parter let me up grade you, audemer piguet you. switch ya neckties to purple labels."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3193945844055628482-3394457215818838966?l=halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/3394457215818838966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/3394457215818838966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com/2007/03/parter-let-me-up-grade-you-audemer.html' title=''/><author><name>xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05454167777351149477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3193945844055628482.post-1745091675788931701</id><published>2007-03-14T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T11:03:12.959-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ex my ohs'/><title type='text'>let me see your moves</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;the world is coming to an end,                                                                                                                 and quite honestly, im not ready                                                                                                           but im packing my bags for good.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         and if &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; gets you &lt;u&gt;any&lt;/u&gt; closer&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;          i &lt;em&gt;swear&lt;/em&gt; to &lt;strong&gt;god&lt;/strong&gt; i'll &lt;u&gt;shoot my doldrums.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3193945844055628482-1745091675788931701?l=halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/1745091675788931701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/1745091675788931701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com/2007/03/let-me-see-your-moves.html' title='let me see your moves'/><author><name>xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05454167777351149477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3193945844055628482.post-3022108821783408097</id><published>2007-03-14T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T10:55:07.408-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ex my ohs'/><title type='text'>hooray to my boldness</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i've seen worse, i've seen better.but nothing like this im not the only one,only one that's scared of a diss.but im still listening, though it had probably no use i've tied this tight each night; it's never been so loose. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try me, show me, beat me. take me back downtown i can tell you right now. that you were right all along. but i won't let you get away with it that easy. so tomorrow, 2 till the time when we all die, we'll sing a song. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im a lost soul, but i found it myself. i just lost it again, and i've been here on this shelf. you're not a pretty girl,i don't know what they told you. but i know what i said,so i guess i kept my word. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;try me, get me,fight me. im not waiting for this night to come im just waiting for it to go along with you and your wishes. my genie is too high tobecome a part of me. i've been there buti haven't for a while, so im clueless &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" everyone loves an underdog " =]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3193945844055628482-3022108821783408097?l=halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/3022108821783408097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/3022108821783408097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com/2007/03/ive-seen-worse-ive-seen-better.html' title='hooray to my boldness'/><author><name>xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05454167777351149477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3193945844055628482.post-5625419253555915007</id><published>2007-03-13T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T15:17:26.252-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ex my ohs'/><title type='text'>You know you are hot, so just take off your clothes and relax in antarctica with me for the next three weeks until we recover or just die.</title><content type='html'>i sprinkle our blood to mark our way, and it sunk deep within. so we're deep and in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sick of these lies underneath your fingernails.&lt;br /&gt;i already saw the marks you left, now all i have to&lt;br /&gt;do is feel them. and that's the &lt;strong&gt;easiest&lt;/strong&gt; part.&lt;br /&gt;i just saved &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; for last&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3193945844055628482-5625419253555915007?l=halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/5625419253555915007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/5625419253555915007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-sprinkle-our-blood-to-mark-our-way.html' title='You know you are hot, so just take off your clothes and relax in antarctica with me for the next three weeks until we recover or just die.'/><author><name>xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05454167777351149477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3193945844055628482.post-8469805512692968620</id><published>2007-03-13T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T10:09:29.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>checkhearts</title><content type='html'>"so long live the car crash heart". hell, i love this song. xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..im themonster in your bed, cause i got too scared underneath.&lt;br /&gt;your pillow only had strikes for as much as we can hold together.&lt;br /&gt;but i won't say what, just with what. and that's all i was asked to share,&lt;br /&gt;but im sure &lt;em&gt;by tomorrow&lt;/em&gt; you'll be missing me &lt;strong&gt;tonight&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"we do it in the dark. with smiles on our faces.&lt;br /&gt;we're dropped and well concealed in secret places."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"people will dissect us till this doesn't mean a thing anymore.&lt;br /&gt;don't pretend you ever forgot about me.&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't you rather be a widow...? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;XYZ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3193945844055628482-8469805512692968620?l=halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/8469805512692968620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/8469805512692968620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com/2007/03/checkhearts.html' title='checkhearts'/><author><name>xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05454167777351149477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3193945844055628482.post-6324602473704551165</id><published>2007-03-08T04:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T12:01:05.991-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eromyna gnihtyna wonky&apos;nodi'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3193945844055628482-6324602473704551165?l=halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/6324602473704551165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/6324602473704551165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com/2007/03/bluhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05454167777351149477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3193945844055628482.post-4830605763478652017</id><published>2007-03-07T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T17:47:24.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lydia, this will only take a second. to be me, your pardon</title><content type='html'>get a grip,  LA, los angeles, get a gripthat's all im saying,on my lonely night.&lt;br /&gt;with my tight jeans and your white eyes.&lt;br /&gt;im not shaky, im just too disgusted to know it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3193945844055628482-4830605763478652017?l=halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/4830605763478652017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/4830605763478652017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com/2007/03/lydia-this-will-only-take-second-to-be.html' title='lydia, this will only take a second. to be me, your pardon'/><author><name>xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05454167777351149477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3193945844055628482.post-8153698961571176031</id><published>2007-03-07T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T17:45:49.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>raise your value to my neck.&lt;br /&gt;no chest can go back , except for bent racks.&lt;br /&gt;can i have some heart with that bend?&lt;br /&gt;you're only grabbing my opponent, and im&lt;br /&gt;glad you came. roll out multicolored carpet,&lt;br /&gt;i'd feel so welcome to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;squash my moneyballs, along with my houses&lt;br /&gt;and im all the way on the corner-jailcell&lt;br /&gt;and im &lt;strong&gt;on&lt;/strong&gt; the corner.&lt;br /&gt;misery needs company, and a ton from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're a kid, im you're kid,. we're all kids&lt;br /&gt;but im not sure what kind you are.&lt;br /&gt;the bigger, the better. the badder, the bitter&lt;br /&gt;serve your time, and i'll belong to mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll drag you up the wall just to find my way&lt;br /&gt;and i gave you your pity chorus, and i can't sing&lt;br /&gt;to pray or to get laid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sure im crazy, but you surely agree&lt;br /&gt;i can't stand for people, and i most definitely willNOT sit for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3193945844055628482-8153698961571176031?l=halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/8153698961571176031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/8153698961571176031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com/2007/03/raise-your-value-to-my-neck.html' title=''/><author><name>xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05454167777351149477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3193945844055628482.post-2842315385354375168</id><published>2007-03-07T17:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T17:40:36.307-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ex my ohs'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Continously disorganized&lt;br /&gt;and a five-crime for sore eyes&lt;br /&gt;and im better with a melody.&lt;br /&gt;fallen sticks won't break my fix&lt;br /&gt;but surely will be ahead of me&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna go if you say&lt;br /&gt;that i should stay. but if you&lt;br /&gt;stay, i'd consider in going. for&lt;br /&gt;privacy reasons. and none further.&lt;br /&gt;so im hurting you more than i&lt;br /&gt;ever have imagined, so tell me this one&lt;br /&gt;question. why did you sing me a song about jazz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you don't have to run. all i wanted to be was&lt;br /&gt;your breathe of life. so technically, in darkness. you&lt;br /&gt;can't see my claws. because you won't see my eyes. so back&lt;br /&gt;down to the floor, and i'll shoot you four times more&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3193945844055628482-2842315385354375168?l=halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/2842315385354375168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3193945844055628482/posts/default/2842315385354375168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halloweenseemsdarkerthanourblackouts.blogspot.com/2007/03/continously-disorganized-and-five-crime.html' title=''/><author><name>xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05454167777351149477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
