<?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-3133111</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:12:04.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>damn</title><subtitle type='html'>stories and words</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133111/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>patheticboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03611590850445307191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_l6N_Knup8kM/R1iqucdx-7I/AAAAAAAAABE/0v3mJEUows4/S220/newglasses.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133111.post-108441872274543473</id><published>2004-05-12T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T20:25:22.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>stories and stuff and poems and stuff....so much in my mind i need to post here more...maybe youll see some soon</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damn.blogspot.com/feeds/108441872274543473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133111&amp;postID=108441872274543473' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133111/posts/default/108441872274543473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133111/posts/default/108441872274543473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damn.blogspot.com/2004/05/stories-and-stuff-and-poems-and-stuff.html' title=''/><author><name>patheticboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03611590850445307191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_l6N_Knup8kM/R1iqucdx-7I/AAAAAAAAABE/0v3mJEUows4/S220/newglasses.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133111.post-93499400</id><published>2003-04-29T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T20:21:39.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It was friday and i had a horrible headache. thank god this day was almost over, i could barely see straight. and it hurt to listen to laughter that flowed over my cube's wall from somewhere in the department. as i sat in anticipation for that time keeper to reach 4:30 i reluctantly put the final touches on my assignment for the day. god my head fucking hurt. every second seemed like an hour....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133111/posts/default/93499400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133111/posts/default/93499400'/><link 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stingswater logged daytime dreams ruin everythingi </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damn.blogspot.com/feeds/93499372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133111&amp;postID=93499372' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133111/posts/default/93499372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133111/posts/default/93499372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damn.blogspot.com/2003/04/as-lights-dim-down-and-people-leave.html' title=''/><author><name>patheticboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03611590850445307191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_l6N_Knup8kM/R1iqucdx-7I/AAAAAAAAABE/0v3mJEUows4/S220/newglasses.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133111.post-93499352</id><published>2003-04-29T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-29T17:45:31.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>every one seems to have hurt feelings...noone seems to happy with the way things have gone for them recently....what is the point of all this if all it gives us is a little heart ache?everytime some one opens their heart like a door to a lost puppy...that poor thing goes rabid and lunges at their throat. again taking a piece of that person and bringing me back to my question......"what is the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damn.blogspot.com/feeds/93499352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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