<?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-4378778136725094790</id><updated>2011-07-07T17:30:45.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Silence</title><subtitle type='html'>Green Thoughts</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://green-silence.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4378778136725094790/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://green-silence.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>white-silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11429423696600309926</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>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4378778136725094790.post-1911246652602604513</id><published>2007-09-09T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T23:43:08.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Isolated.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;It's 4 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm outside&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of all the unwise things I’ve done&lt;br /&gt;If I could take them back&lt;br /&gt;You know I would&lt;br /&gt;You know I would change everything&lt;br /&gt;Even me&lt;br /&gt;Even this emotions inside me&lt;br /&gt;That I have for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;But the upside is that I’m cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt; I’ll just ram you away&lt;br /&gt;I’ll try and disregard you&lt;br /&gt;But there are always obstacles to everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;What the fuck is wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I see this as a curse and not a blessing?&lt;br /&gt;Is it because I don't want to push you away&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to forget you&lt;br /&gt;and that I care?&lt;br /&gt;Is it because I'm so tired of being isolated?&lt;br /&gt;But I know I always will....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4378778136725094790-1911246652602604513?l=green-silence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://green-silence.blogspot.com/feeds/1911246652602604513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4378778136725094790&amp;postID=1911246652602604513' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4378778136725094790/posts/default/1911246652602604513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4378778136725094790/posts/default/1911246652602604513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://green-silence.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-am-isolated.html' title='I am Isolated.....'/><author><name>white-silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11429423696600309926</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><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4378778136725094790.post-4881910386825924980</id><published>2007-09-04T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T03:26:01.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Is He?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;Who Is He&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;Torn to pieces, can't see straight&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to do but sit and wait&lt;br /&gt;Just needs a place to be on his own&lt;br /&gt;He’s not allowed to be alone&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere to collect his mind and soul&lt;br /&gt;He’s in one piece but can't feel whole&lt;br /&gt;Everyone asks him what is wrong&lt;br /&gt;Despite his efforts to remain strong&lt;br /&gt;Bleeds to know he’s still alive&lt;br /&gt;A boy is struggling to survive&lt;br /&gt;Holding on because suicide's a sin&lt;br /&gt;He tries and tries but just can't win&lt;br /&gt;Music gets him through the days&lt;br /&gt;Worlds shut off when songs begin to play&lt;br /&gt;It hurts to know he has a past&lt;br /&gt;He slowly lapsing into black&lt;br /&gt;Everything still sounds the same&lt;br /&gt;Fucking world gift-wrapped in pain&lt;br /&gt;How do you fix a "broken" heart&lt;br /&gt;When it was broken from the start?&lt;br /&gt;Expelling evil left and right&lt;br /&gt;Never knows who's winning the fight&lt;br /&gt;Picks himself up and wipes his tears&lt;br /&gt;Mends his wounds and drowns his fears&lt;br /&gt;Invisible soldier, weak with love&lt;br /&gt;Prays for help from someone up above&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find a painless way &lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4378778136725094790-4881910386825924980?l=green-silence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://green-silence.blogspot.com/feeds/4881910386825924980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4378778136725094790&amp;postID=4881910386825924980' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4378778136725094790/posts/default/4881910386825924980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4378778136725094790/posts/default/4881910386825924980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://green-silence.blogspot.com/2007/09/who-is-he.html' title='Who Is He?'/><author><name>white-silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11429423696600309926</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4378778136725094790.post-9033679615714456461</id><published>2007-08-29T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T21:17:58.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc01.deviantart.com/fs15/f/2007/046/a/3/pink_nimph_by_marimoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 180px;" src="http://fc01.deviantart.com/fs15/f/2007/046/a/3/pink_nimph_by_marimoon.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;                          A depressing, heavy, sick, rejected, dying, bruised, and battered feeling. The heart of a young girl bursting with the weight of the cruel world around her. The world that she turned to for comfort when she needed it. No one would help her or listen to her. Her heart and soul was falling apart bit by bit and I had not done anything to help.&lt;br /&gt;                          She felt alone, although there were people all around her. She felt as if there was no one to talk, that she had no true friends. She talked to God, the only one who seemed to understand and take the time to listen to her. More often than not, her emotions were bundled up inside. After all the sadness, she still had a glimmer of hope for her life. It has to get better, she would tell herself. She looked at me when all seemed lost and I could always see a glimmer of hope, but as I looked harder, it began to fade quickly, rapidly as if I were the only hope she had and I abandoned her. But that’s not the way it was. I tried to help her. I tried to reach out to her, but she refused. We had problems.&lt;br /&gt;                        She knew she was young and that she didn’t know much about the world. Then again, she felt as if she have seen everything and knew the world could be cruel and heartless. We didn’t help any to make her change her mind. I know she heard us in the halls rambling on about her and how everything about her was wrong. Yes, I admit I did that, but that was before I got to know her. We gave but took so much away. In her eyes, this the beginning of the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;  &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4378778136725094790-9033679615714456461?l=green-silence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://green-silence.blogspot.com/feeds/9033679615714456461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4378778136725094790&amp;postID=9033679615714456461' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4378778136725094790/posts/default/9033679615714456461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4378778136725094790/posts/default/9033679615714456461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://green-silence.blogspot.com/2007/08/depressing-heavy-sick-rejected-dying.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>white-silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11429423696600309926</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4378778136725094790.post-5291538205807412599</id><published>2007-08-28T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T21:29:21.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitterness</title><content type='html'>Born In Lust, Gone In Dust.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4378778136725094790-5291538205807412599?l=green-silence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://green-silence.blogspot.com/feeds/5291538205807412599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4378778136725094790&amp;postID=5291538205807412599' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4378778136725094790/posts/default/5291538205807412599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4378778136725094790/posts/default/5291538205807412599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://green-silence.blogspot.com/2007/08/bitterness.html' title='Bitterness'/><author><name>white-silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11429423696600309926</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4378778136725094790.post-4558564285530234533</id><published>2007-08-26T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T21:06:43.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCK YOU BITCH</title><content type='html'>TO PINK,&lt;br /&gt;It never came to be like the perfect thing for you and me, unlike what I thought. if it was the perfect thing for u and me, u wud never have left me like this, by just stating that u never had any feelings of love towards me, ah damn :@ ! its so fuckin ironic after what I ‘ve pictured u to be. Remember our feelings were so mutual those days. But…. Fu*ck ….what did happen to that perfect romance… we created..? did it vanish into fuckin thin air ? yes yes…. Oh yes why do u deny it…? WHY? Bitch… Why do u now say tht it was not real love.. ur fuckin lies … hell.. it is indeed funny that a moment can change ur life, like how u fuckin changed ur life and broke ma heart… and its more nonsensical that u don’t want to face… what is wrong or right…? I have lost ma fucking faith that true love exist (FUCK LOVE YA)… well, u have fuckin undeniably proven to me that love wasn’t meant to be between us… u act like as if u barely knw me !!! Fuck u bitch… u never take ur damn mobile wen I call or u… give those damn bullshit excuses… WHY WHY da Fu*k u did that ??? to me… what was the fuckin reason… for u to create intentionally a deceptive love towards me?? NOW u say that u have found a “serious” love… FUCK FUCK….Which u will never doubt…. Wat da HELL was HIS magic :@.... ??? WHAT was my fucking crime…? Aaah aaah again ur ridiculous bullshit excuses “I never had any feelings for u…. I don’t actually love U GREEEN u are… SHUT THE FUCK UP BITCH YOU CRAZY WHORE… :@&lt;br /&gt;At the start u said that we were meant to be in each others arms.. now u fucking telling me that u never love me … hell….hell hell fuckin hell :@.... Get lost with Your So called TRUE LOVE....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROT IN PEACE - GREEN MAN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4378778136725094790-4558564285530234533?l=green-silence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://green-silence.blogspot.com/feeds/4558564285530234533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4378778136725094790&amp;postID=4558564285530234533' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4378778136725094790/posts/default/4558564285530234533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4378778136725094790/posts/default/4558564285530234533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://green-silence.blogspot.com/2007/08/fuck-you-bitch.html' title='FUCK YOU BITCH'/><author><name>white-silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11429423696600309926</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><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4378778136725094790.post-188903979373897475</id><published>2007-08-19T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T02:33:12.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dont Go......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tn3-2.deviantart.com/fs11/300W/i/2006/238/4/9/come_back_to_me_by_Odrobina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 235px;" src="http://tn3-2.deviantart.com/fs11/300W/i/2006/238/4/9/come_back_to_me_by_Odrobina.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;Where is my Love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;Where is my hope&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;Where is my only Reason To Live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4378778136725094790-188903979373897475?l=green-silence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://green-silence.blogspot.com/feeds/188903979373897475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4378778136725094790&amp;postID=188903979373897475' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4378778136725094790/posts/default/188903979373897475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4378778136725094790/posts/default/188903979373897475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://green-silence.blogspot.com/2007/08/dont-go.html' title='Dont Go......'/><author><name>white-silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11429423696600309926</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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4378778136725094790.post-5634218844512417418</id><published>2007-08-12T04:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T04:07:47.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="header1"&gt;I'm right beside you&lt;br /&gt;Yet I'm far away&lt;br /&gt;I'm speechless around you&lt;br /&gt;Yet there's so much to say&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with you&lt;br /&gt;Yet I hate your guts&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally sane&lt;br /&gt;Yet I'm going nuts&lt;br /&gt;I'm so fat&lt;br /&gt;Yet I don't eat at all&lt;br /&gt;I'm perfectly balanced&lt;br /&gt;Yet I'm about to fall&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure were meant for eachother&lt;br /&gt;Yet you're wrong for me&lt;br /&gt;I'm no longer in a cage&lt;br /&gt;Yet I'm still not free&lt;br /&gt;I'm so alive&lt;br /&gt;Yet I feel so dead&lt;br /&gt;I'm deaf to your harsh words&lt;br /&gt;Yet I heard what you said&lt;br /&gt;I'm perfectly happy&lt;br /&gt;Yet I shed a tear&lt;br /&gt;I'm a born leader&lt;br /&gt;Yet I'm always in the rear&lt;br /&gt;I'm brutally honest&lt;br /&gt;Yet I speak only lies&lt;br /&gt;I'm being myself&lt;br /&gt;Yet I'm in a disguise&lt;br /&gt;I'm dead silent&lt;br /&gt;Yet I'm obnoxiously loud&lt;br /&gt;I'm all alone&lt;br /&gt;Yet I'm in a large crowd&lt;br /&gt;I'm wide awake&lt;br /&gt;Yet I'm dreaming of you&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna beg to have you back&lt;br /&gt;Yet there's nothing I wouldn't do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source : Jack Rippers Blog&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/4378778136725094790-5634218844512417418?l=green-silence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://green-silence.blogspot.com/feeds/5634218844512417418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4378778136725094790&amp;postID=5634218844512417418' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4378778136725094790/posts/default/5634218844512417418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4378778136725094790/posts/default/5634218844512417418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://green-silence.blogspot.com/2007/08/hello-again.html' title='Hello Again'/><author><name>white-silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11429423696600309926</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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4378778136725094790.post-547098364303796129</id><published>2007-08-06T02:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T02:54:09.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have flown through sky’s wide and blue&lt;br /&gt;I have witnessed the sunsets cooling view&lt;br /&gt;I have seen the sun light up all the shades of green&lt;br /&gt;but your the closest thing to an angel, that I have seen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have watched the water blow its waves&lt;br /&gt;I have seen a rainbow form, when the clouds had blown away&lt;br /&gt;I have walked through miles of flowers, but you catch my eye&lt;br /&gt;cause your the most colorful flower in sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been through all the mountain tops&lt;br /&gt;and witnessed dozens of falling stars&lt;br /&gt;but these mean nothing to me&lt;br /&gt;cause your the most beautiful thing, that I have ever seen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have search for someone like you so long and far&lt;br /&gt;I have been wandering beneath the stars&lt;br /&gt;but my search for love was through&lt;br /&gt;the day I found you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen the whole world, and all its view&lt;br /&gt;but nothing can compare to the sight of you&lt;br /&gt;I love all of these sights, but they have no worth&lt;br /&gt;your the closest thing to an angel, on this earth&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4378778136725094790-547098364303796129?l=green-silence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4378778136725094790.post-6270626628530911337</id><published>2007-07-31T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T20:59:31.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost Her...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Finding it hard to breath&lt;br /&gt;I Cant catch my words&lt;br /&gt;I’m letting go of my hand&lt;br /&gt;And falling to my knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theirs voices crowding me&lt;br /&gt;Telling me things will be ok&lt;br /&gt;Everything will work out&lt;br /&gt;With a happy ending they say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try and watch her going away&lt;br /&gt;Everyone’s faces are blocking the way&lt;br /&gt;Speaking tragically with no sound&lt;br /&gt;Holding me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding it hard to breath&lt;br /&gt;I scream out with all my lungs&lt;br /&gt;Braking free violently&lt;br /&gt;To the window my fingertips are clung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She needs space, she needs time" they move on&lt;br /&gt;And then she speeds up&lt;br /&gt;I watch the rain outside batter down&lt;br /&gt;The noise creates my mind to corrupt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iv actually lost her&lt;br /&gt;Lost all I live for&lt;br /&gt;I sing slowly to a song&lt;br /&gt;Although I have done right by letting her move on&lt;br /&gt;Il be spending the next of my life regretting this moment&lt;br /&gt;Wishing I could turn back time&lt;br /&gt;Distraught its already started I’m still thinking WHY&lt;br /&gt;Wishing over and over that again some day she will be mine&lt;br /&gt;And just like they say&lt;br /&gt;We will have our happy ending&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4378778136725094790-6270626628530911337?l=green-silence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://green-silence.blogspot.com/feeds/6270626628530911337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4378778136725094790&amp;postID=6270626628530911337' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4378778136725094790/posts/default/6270626628530911337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4378778136725094790/posts/default/6270626628530911337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://green-silence.blogspot.com/2007/07/lost-her.html' title='Lost Her...'/><author><name>white-silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11429423696600309926</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4378778136725094790.post-3896953423372543101</id><published>2007-07-29T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T21:21:51.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurt me</title><content type='html'>Swollen eyes&lt;br /&gt;from sorrowed cries.&lt;br /&gt;In the "lowest pits" is where my heart lies&lt;br /&gt;because I've hurt you&lt;br /&gt;which was never my intention to do.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to love you&lt;br /&gt;to be loved&lt;br /&gt;to be hugged&lt;br /&gt;to be a part of you and what you go through.&lt;br /&gt;to be the love you deem true&lt;br /&gt;But i know I SUCK&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Plz take me back, i will change i SWEAR TO GOD&lt;br /&gt;i miss you so much love~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4378778136725094790-3896953423372543101?l=green-silence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://green-silence.blogspot.com/feeds/3896953423372543101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4378778136725094790&amp;postID=3896953423372543101' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4378778136725094790/posts/default/3896953423372543101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4378778136725094790/posts/default/3896953423372543101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://green-silence.blogspot.com/2007/07/hurt-me.html' title='Hurt me'/><author><name>white-silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11429423696600309926</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4378778136725094790.post-3970341197894111040</id><published>2007-07-29T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T01:18:55.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shattered Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;alone &lt;/span&gt;in my room&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;music &lt;/span&gt;is blasting&lt;br /&gt;All I hear is my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The regular &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;beat &lt;/span&gt;should steady me&lt;br /&gt;It only &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;frightens &lt;/span&gt;me&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;look &lt;/span&gt;on the table&lt;br /&gt;A knife, some foils, a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cigarette &lt;/span&gt;and a lighter&lt;br /&gt;What will it be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;today&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;I'm left with the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Haunting &lt;/span&gt;my every move&lt;br /&gt;How could I have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fucked &lt;/span&gt;up so bad again?&lt;br /&gt;I think about the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;promises &lt;/span&gt;I've made&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tear &lt;/span&gt;falls&lt;br /&gt;Why did I let &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;myself &lt;/span&gt;fall into this?&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mind &lt;/span&gt;drifts away&lt;br /&gt;Leaving me there, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;alone &lt;/span&gt;again&lt;br /&gt;Searching for a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;happy &lt;/span&gt;memory&lt;br /&gt;Something to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pull &lt;/span&gt;me out of this&lt;br /&gt;I'm so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;scared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;happiness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts move to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;suicide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;needs &lt;/span&gt;me anyway?&lt;br /&gt;They’re &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;better &lt;/span&gt;of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;without &lt;/span&gt;me&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sip &lt;/span&gt;of water&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;capsules &lt;/span&gt;are gone&lt;br /&gt;Slowly a cool blade &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;slides &lt;/span&gt;on my skin&lt;br /&gt;I see the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blood &lt;/span&gt;and smile&lt;br /&gt;Holding a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;screw &lt;/span&gt;over the open flame&lt;br /&gt;Press it against me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;feeling &lt;/span&gt;the burn&lt;br /&gt;I cry…&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt; it starts again&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sick &lt;/span&gt;of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4378778136725094790-3970341197894111040?l=green-silence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://green-silence.blogspot.com/feeds/3970341197894111040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4378778136725094790&amp;postID=3970341197894111040' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4378778136725094790/posts/default/3970341197894111040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4378778136725094790/posts/default/3970341197894111040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://green-silence.blogspot.com/2007/07/shattered-dreams.html' title='Shattered Dreams'/><author><name>white-silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11429423696600309926</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><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4378778136725094790.post-2688915124805135368</id><published>2007-07-24T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T22:34:36.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its not the end of the world isn’t it ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Cheer Up....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            When you are dwelling in the darkness and you can't see the light&lt;br /&gt;Remember to fight for your heart's delight.&lt;br /&gt;When you feel worthless and in pain,&lt;br /&gt;Remember your life isn't in vain.&lt;br /&gt;If you've had enough of this life, ask yourself why&lt;br /&gt;why doesn't a day go by&lt;br /&gt;without a cry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look deep in yourself to find meaning&lt;br /&gt;what is the darkness, go and start some cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;If the darkness is too deep and there's nothing you can see&lt;br /&gt;Try to look through it, as there are people who want to be&lt;br /&gt;There for you in hard and happy times&lt;br /&gt;So blurt it out.&lt;br /&gt;People can give you more than you expect&lt;br /&gt;There are many among us who will treat you with respect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4378778136725094790-2688915124805135368?l=green-silence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://green-silence.blogspot.com/feeds/2688915124805135368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4378778136725094790&amp;postID=2688915124805135368' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4378778136725094790/posts/default/2688915124805135368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4378778136725094790/posts/default/2688915124805135368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://green-silence.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-not-end-of-world-isnt-it.html' title='Its not the end of the world isn’t it ?'/><author><name>white-silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11429423696600309926</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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4378778136725094790.post-7182316772763629055</id><published>2007-07-22T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T22:42:04.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Red Ridding Hood / Drugged version</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time, there was a litter girl whose street name is Little Red. She was sent to prison when she was three years old for drug trafficking. Now that shes out of the joint, she continues on her selling of drugs, but this time she was careful. She baked some brownies with pot as an extra ingredient, cookies with heroine, cupcakes with joints that look like candles, and sundaes full of amphetamines. She was on her way to her grandmother's house because if she doesn't supply ol' Granny with the "sweets", Granny will call social services and tell them that her parents are abusive, her dad is drunk like a fish, and rapes her. Although that is not true, she must please ol' Granny. She picks up the "snacks," sticks them into the picnic basket, and goes out the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to Granny's house, she encounters The Big Bad Druggie. The Big Bad Druggie comes up to her and says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why Lil' Red, those 'treats' smell mighty good!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For the last time, they are not for you, they are my old granny," Little Red said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What does that old hag want to do with drug contaminated baked goods anyway?" The Big Bad Druggie snarled. That was when Little Red got mad. She got out her pepper spray and sprayed him straight in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You can't hurt my eyes, they're glass eyes!" The Big Bad Druggie said, and cornered Little Red up in the alley, and up to a brick wall. Then Little Red remembered about how to defend herself in prison that one time and kicked The Big Bad Druggie square in the balls and then in the stomach. The Big Bad Druggie fell to the ground coughing up blood from the blow to the balls and Little Red ran out of the alley and onto Granny's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is not the last of me!" The Big Bad Druggie yelled out at Little Red. Although it was still a long walk to Granny's house, Little Red would make it by sundown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Big Bad Druggie had another idea. He got into his beat up, rust-bucket, junkyard car and backfired himself out into Granny's house. He had a plan to get those "treats." He will tie up Granny down in the cellar, and get to those treats. He finally got to Granny's house and when he got out, he slammed his door shut and the car fell apart into pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't care," the Druggie thought, "I'll steal some stupid kid's bike instead." He barged into Granny's house, took her down into the cellar and tied her up. He dressed up in Granny's clothes that are in the closet, got into her favorite chair and started to watch TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Little Red finally arrived at Granny's house, she saw that pile of junk sitting on the curb and thought to herself,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I got to remind Granny to throw away all that junk."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she opened the door she saw "Granny" sitting in the chair, watching TV. She sat down and took her "goodies" out of her basket. Granny started to grab the treats and gobbled them up. After a little, "Granny" stopped for a second, belched, and quoted fagot,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mmm, mmm, bitch!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And continued on eating the "treats." Little Red was surprised with "Granny's" foul language and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My Granny, what a dirty mouth you have!" "It was never cleaned since I was born, I mean {clearing throat} I think it's because of my dentures, dear," Granny said. Then something else rose Little Red's curiosity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My Granny what big, hairy, ugly face you have!" Again "Granny" quoted fagot,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm rich, bitch! Can't you see I can afford plastic surgery, shit! I mean, {clearing throat} I think it's old age sweet heart. I'm sorry, I think I have turret's syndrome."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's okay, Granny," Little Red replied " I know that's a sickness." All of the sudden, Steve Irwin, the Crocodile Hunter, busts through the door and says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Croikey, there's the Great American Druggie right in that chair. Now, be careful, he looks dangerous." Then Little Red jumps up and screams,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my god, you're not Granny, you're the Big Bad Druggie!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's right, bitch," The Big Bad Druggie bellowed, "and now you must give give me the rest of 'dem "treats" of yours!" Steve Irwin took out a blowgun and shot the Big Bad Druggie with a dart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oww, what the hell did you do, {groaning} I feel woozy." and falls to the floor tranquilized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry mate, we'll take great care of this man," Steve said as he brought in the Police to drag the Big Bad Druggie out to Rehab, where he won't escape until he is cured of his sickness of being a druggie. Then Little Red found Granny and she had the last of Little Red's "treats" until Granny died of OD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : not my very own, but edited lots of places :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4378778136725094790-7182316772763629055?l=green-silence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://green-silence.blogspot.com/feeds/7182316772763629055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4378778136725094790&amp;postID=7182316772763629055' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4378778136725094790/posts/default/7182316772763629055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4378778136725094790/posts/default/7182316772763629055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://green-silence.blogspot.com/2007/07/little-red-ridding-hood-original.html' title='Little Red Ridding Hood / Drugged version'/><author><name>white-silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11429423696600309926</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4378778136725094790.post-8727795905020923446</id><published>2007-07-17T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T00:06:19.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged...?</title><content type='html'>OH oH Oh I have been Noticed by &lt;a href="http://www.the-dark.demonic-angel.blogspot.com/"&gt;DarkAngeL&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://crazysuja.blogspot.com/"&gt;s[u]jau&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let’s see how I answer…. Here I go……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things I can't do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. wake the dead&lt;br /&gt;2. Walk in the sea&lt;br /&gt;3. fartin *eye rollin….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea and…. Wats next….  Three things I can do… argh u guyz really wanna know this.. dumboo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. lie&lt;br /&gt;2. can play guiter….&lt;br /&gt;3. Sleeeeep …. ZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe and wats next…. Three things that scare me ….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sifain&lt;br /&gt;2. being caught&lt;br /&gt;3. *cant think any more*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 thingggs I hate …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Racism&lt;br /&gt;2. maumoon&lt;br /&gt;3. Hypocrites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taadaa… I em Done…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I em gonna tag &lt;a style="color: blue; text-decoration: underline;" href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/14965918401764548685"&gt;angel&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a style="color: blue; text-decoration: underline;" href="http://www.thomangel.blogspot.com/"&gt;Thom&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://angel-in-debt.blogspot.com/"&gt;Angel in Debt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4378778136725094790-8727795905020923446?l=green-silence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://green-silence.blogspot.com/feeds/8727795905020923446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4378778136725094790&amp;postID=8727795905020923446' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4378778136725094790/posts/default/8727795905020923446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4378778136725094790/posts/default/8727795905020923446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://green-silence.blogspot.com/2007/07/tagged.html' title='Tagged...?'/><author><name>white-silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11429423696600309926</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><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4378778136725094790.post-1523868729870380850</id><published>2007-07-15T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T21:55:05.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry.....</title><content type='html'>Iam sorry for the pain you go through&lt;br /&gt;Iam sorry that nobody's helping you&lt;br /&gt;Iam sorry your alone&lt;br /&gt;and that nobody talks to you on the phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can but that blame on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iam sorry for the thing that happened to you in the past&lt;br /&gt;and for the things that happened last&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry it wont repeat&lt;br /&gt;I will take the blame for that to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iam sorry for those who live all alone&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't imagine living on my own&lt;br /&gt;without you around hell NO&lt;br /&gt;Iam sorry for the things you been through&lt;br /&gt;just runaway and ill run to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ill take the blame for you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4378778136725094790-1523868729870380850?l=green-silence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://green-silence.blogspot.com/feeds/1523868729870380850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4378778136725094790&amp;postID=1523868729870380850' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4378778136725094790/posts/default/1523868729870380850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4378778136725094790/posts/default/1523868729870380850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://green-silence.blogspot.com/2007/07/sorry.html' title='Sorry.....'/><author><name>white-silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11429423696600309926</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4378778136725094790.post-3892801007584397128</id><published>2007-07-09T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T02:18:46.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what the fuck is love ?</title><content type='html'>What is love, we all experience it in one way or another, but we throw the word around so haphazardly that it's true meaning has been lost to us. In literal terms love would be the antonym of hate. Existing only where hate doesn't. But how many times do we find ourselves the oxy-moronic state of a love-hate relationship? And what do we truly love? I love my family, But I also love the pungent taste of lime while reading a good book. Factually, love is what you place above all other things. I love my freedom, but I love the power to control others, also. We often find ourselves in these situations. But don't take the time to force ourselves to notice that we make absolutely no sense from the third party perspective. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do we choose what to love, it seems to be a prodigious burden that we carry without notice. But I have noticed, as I'm sure others have. And it irks me to believe that I can only have one true love. Will it be the woman I marry? Or will it be the children my wife and I create, and which one would it be? What are the likelihoods of my true love, being truly in love with me? &lt;br /&gt;the only logical solution to this would be to select and inanimate object or subject which cannot display emotion as we as human beings have so eloquently mastered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How will I know when I have stumbled upon my love? Will it be optically visible, or will my state of mind suddenly shift? And how will I know if this change in perspective is from a newly acquired love, or just a delusion created by a mixture of misbalanced chemicals streaming through my head. Or is that love? A chemical imbalance due to a sudden emotionally traumatic experience with something or someone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In truth I do not know if I believe in love. I have debated with myself on this matter for many days now, and can only come to the conclusion; that love is false. Anyone can fall out of love, if you are separated long enough from anything you will eventually begin to forget what you saw that was so beautiful in it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a way, it goes against our nature to love or be attached. We were created, or we evolved, to breed, and continually breed, to populate our planet into or until extinction. Where in that process did we find it necessary to find love? Yet one of our carnal desires is to find a mate, to live and breed our descendants with. Is love what sets us apart from the animals of our world? Is love the deciding factor between man and beast? Or do our animals themselves love. Take the cat for example; is it love, loyalty or sheer instinct that keeps them by our sides? I am not a scientist, Bit I feel that our canine companions stick with us because they are raised from birth with us, and they know no other way of living. The cat doesn't find itself a life partner, we find it a mate, that they may breed with; and label it boyfriend/girlfriend to ease our own socialistic instincts that everyone must have a life mate. But if they were allowed to live by their will, they would be fucking everything within sight! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we should take a look at ourselves and realize that love goes far beyond our nature, and that we were meant to breed, live the same as animals. But we don't, we believe that we are the conquerors of the world, and therefore we are deserving of more complicated emotions. But why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4378778136725094790-3892801007584397128?l=green-silence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://green-silence.blogspot.com/feeds/3892801007584397128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4378778136725094790&amp;postID=3892801007584397128' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4378778136725094790/posts/default/3892801007584397128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4378778136725094790/posts/default/3892801007584397128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://green-silence.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-fuck-is-love.html' title='what the fuck is love ?'/><author><name>white-silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11429423696600309926</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><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4378778136725094790.post-1095315252934597399</id><published>2007-06-21T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T03:27:11.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tn3-1.deviantart.com/fs17/300W/f/2007/142/2/5/Greenery_by_Kosciarz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://tn3-1.deviantart.com/fs17/300W/f/2007/142/2/5/Greenery_by_Kosciarz.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;My body is so cold&lt;/b&gt;; my bones are cold, I feel cold. And yet, through the chilliness on my bare legs and tiny shivers running through me, I have a warmth inside of me. A &lt;u&gt;hope&lt;/u&gt;. A &lt;u&gt;faith&lt;/u&gt;. A &lt;u&gt;love&lt;/u&gt;. It yearns to &lt;s&gt;burn&lt;/s&gt;. It burns when it chooses to. I wish it would burn with more fire and heat right now; I sure could use it to remove the chilly, icy feeling on my legs, on my body, in my bones. Ok, ok, so the fire is burning; burning calmly, yet wildly. It is burning brightly, yet unseen in the darkness of a body*s surface. &lt;b&gt;The fire glows within in me for the wonderful purities of nature and life...and for those I deeply care for.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I care for most people; they deserve to have my optimism, however short in supply it may be. Still, there are only a few I care deeply and painfully for. Sometimes thinking of these few people warms me both inside and out. I guess it*s not working right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;My fire inside is quiet, but providing heat; alas, my bones still have that numb stillness of being cold, and my bare legs are begging for some pants&lt;/i&gt;...~sigh~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4378778136725094790-1095315252934597399?l=green-silence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://green-silence.blogspot.com/feeds/1095315252934597399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4378778136725094790&amp;postID=1095315252934597399' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4378778136725094790/posts/default/1095315252934597399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4378778136725094790/posts/default/1095315252934597399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://green-silence.blogspot.com/2007/06/cold.html' title='Cold'/><author><name>white-silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11429423696600309926</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><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4378778136725094790.post-8507527399698823367</id><published>2007-06-18T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T21:21:05.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BORED..? READ THIS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hello Boyz and Gurlz….Guess What I got for u guYz…. Yea a list of things u cud do when u rrr borrreeeddd…. Welll if ya bored read it thru….Or...Just read it… wont take that long.. :P&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;DO READ IT THRU….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;b&gt;CheeerrRRrrrSSssS….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Polish your shoes&lt;br /&gt;2. Buy cheese&lt;br /&gt;3. Drop your cat from a high place, to see if it really does land on all four feet&lt;br /&gt;4. Repeat above until failure&lt;br /&gt;5. watch PORNooO… &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; be safe…&lt;br /&gt;6. Brush your teeth&lt;br /&gt;7. Do the magician “saw a box trick” with your sister *kekeke&lt;br /&gt;8. Wash behind your ears&lt;br /&gt;9. Clean and polish your belly button&lt;br /&gt;10. Ask people if they want to see your “belly button treasure”&lt;br /&gt;11. Wash a tree&lt;br /&gt;12. Flirt with an old lady&lt;br /&gt;13. Find a chick&lt;br /&gt;14. Mail her, add her to msn… and ….&lt;br /&gt;15. Knight yourself and some close friends&lt;br /&gt;16. Complain about your ass hurting&lt;br /&gt;17. Give your cat a Mohawk&lt;br /&gt;18. Purr&lt;br /&gt;19. Vacume your carpet&lt;br /&gt;20. Rake your carpet (to clean up the clippings, of course)&lt;br /&gt;21. Whine&lt;br /&gt;22. Play BSB cds backwards kekeke… :P&lt;br /&gt;23. Re-elect MAUMOON… :P&lt;br /&gt;24. Dress up in a cow suit… go to the supermarket&lt;br /&gt;25. Moo&lt;br /&gt;26. Play with matches&lt;br /&gt;27. Buff your cat&lt;br /&gt;28. Raise professional racing llamas&lt;br /&gt;29. Join debate and agree with everyone&lt;br /&gt;30. Dial-a-prayer and argue&lt;br /&gt;31. Read Dhon hiyala aai ali fulhu..&lt;br /&gt;32. Learn Greek&lt;br /&gt;33. Change your mind&lt;br /&gt;34. Change it back&lt;br /&gt;35. Watch the sun see if it moves&lt;br /&gt;36. Ask a question&lt;br /&gt;37. Answer it…&lt;br /&gt;38. Paint your windows&lt;br /&gt;39. Flash your goldfish&lt;br /&gt;40. Paint&lt;br /&gt;41. Smile&lt;br /&gt;42. Paint a smile&lt;br /&gt;43. Shoot at a toaster&lt;br /&gt;44. Apologize to it&lt;br /&gt;45. See if you really can build a small nuclear device in your basement&lt;br /&gt;46. Rotate your garden…daily&lt;br /&gt;47. Plant a tree&lt;br /&gt;48. Water it&lt;br /&gt;49. Sweat&lt;br /&gt;50. Give an ink blot test to your gerbil&lt;br /&gt;51. Take apart the toaster and microwave&lt;br /&gt;52. Mix and match the parts&lt;br /&gt;53. Turn your TV upside down&lt;br /&gt;54. Take an ant for a walk&lt;br /&gt;55. Take your gurlio for a walk&lt;br /&gt;56. Sell dirty socks&lt;br /&gt;57. Start&lt;br /&gt;58. Stop&lt;br /&gt;59. Dial 110 and breathe heavily&lt;br /&gt;60. Go to a funeral and tell jokes… *eye rollin…&lt;br /&gt;61. Put lighted exit signs on all your closets&lt;br /&gt;62. Carry a tune&lt;br /&gt;63. Drop it, see if it breaks&lt;br /&gt;64. Starch your underwear&lt;br /&gt;65. Contemplate a cockroach&lt;br /&gt;66. Get a bug to chase your car&lt;br /&gt;67. Let him catch it&lt;br /&gt;68. Organize a partY&lt;br /&gt;69. Make everyone who joined pay dues, then call it stupid and quit&lt;br /&gt;70. Wear a salad&lt;br /&gt;71. Ride a loaf of bread&lt;br /&gt;72. Annoy yourself&lt;br /&gt;73. Get angry with yourself&lt;br /&gt;74. Stop speaking to yourself&lt;br /&gt;75. Kiss and make up with yourself&lt;br /&gt;76. Stand on your head&lt;br /&gt;77. Stand on someone else’s head&lt;br /&gt;78. Learn everything there is to know about the three toed sloth&lt;br /&gt;79. Laugh at a superiors puns&lt;br /&gt;80. Build a pyramid&lt;br /&gt;81. Paint your teeth&lt;br /&gt;82. Climb a sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;83. Speak with a lisp&lt;br /&gt;84. MAKE a drive in window at the dairy-queen&lt;br /&gt;85. Walk on water, but DON’T get caught.. ;)&lt;br /&gt;86. Shave a shrub&lt;br /&gt;87. Have a pillow fight&lt;br /&gt;88. Watch a home movie and make fun of yourself as a kid… porno wud be great ;)&lt;br /&gt;89. shiver&lt;br /&gt;90. Learn to type with your toes&lt;br /&gt;91. Recite romantic poetry to your washing machine&lt;br /&gt;92. Buy Theemuge&lt;br /&gt;93. Mail it to a friend… &lt;/p&gt;                                                        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;94. Make them pay the postage.&lt;br /&gt;95. Be in the wrong place at the right time&lt;br /&gt;96. Be someone special&lt;br /&gt;97. Plot the overthrow of your local school board&lt;br /&gt;98. Request covert assistance from the MNDF&lt;br /&gt;99. Factor your identity card number&lt;br /&gt;100. Read the Directory&lt;br /&gt;101. Plead the fifth&lt;br /&gt;102. Plead the sixth&lt;br /&gt;103. Plead the 8,003rd&lt;br /&gt;104. Learn to read HINDI… yea&lt;br /&gt;105. Learn to write singalha&lt;br /&gt;106. Exist… existentially of course&lt;br /&gt;107. Search for buried treasure…&lt;br /&gt;108. Add me to your msn fakealmighty@gmail.com&lt;br /&gt;109. Print counterfeit confederate money&lt;br /&gt;110. Kick a cabbage&lt;br /&gt;111. Say you’re sorry&lt;br /&gt;112. Take a picture&lt;br /&gt;113. Put it back&lt;br /&gt;114. Paint your house green&lt;br /&gt;115. breath&lt;br /&gt;116. Play solitaire for cash&lt;br /&gt;117. Abuse your furniture&lt;br /&gt;118. Run for …. Just RUN&lt;br /&gt;119. Still run…&lt;br /&gt;120. RUN RUN RUN….&lt;br /&gt;121. Try harder&lt;br /&gt;122. Write a book about life, call it death&lt;br /&gt;123. Make a boat of used napkins&lt;br /&gt;124. Revert&lt;br /&gt;125. Sleep on a bed of nails&lt;br /&gt;126. Don’t toss and turn&lt;br /&gt;127. Think shallow thoughts&lt;br /&gt;128. Drown in them&lt;br /&gt;129. Have your favorite sock gold platted&lt;br /&gt;130. Boil ice cream :D&lt;br /&gt;131. Blast pop music through town&lt;br /&gt;132. Carve your “girlfriend” initials somewhere&lt;br /&gt;133. Speak in acronyms&lt;br /&gt;134. Drive the speed limit, in your garage&lt;br /&gt;135. Make a schematic drawing of a rock&lt;br /&gt;136. Become a BSB fan&lt;br /&gt;137. Become a BSB hater&lt;br /&gt;138. Pay Me $1000000000&lt;br /&gt;139. Calmly have a nervous breakdown&lt;br /&gt;140. Give your goldfish poison&lt;br /&gt;141. Paint your self GREEEN&lt;br /&gt;142. Play tag on I5&lt;br /&gt;143. Find the nearest nowhere and go there&lt;br /&gt;144. Exorcize a ghost&lt;br /&gt;145. Go to a cemetery and verbally abuse dead people&lt;br /&gt;146. Paint stripes on a lake&lt;br /&gt;147. Two words… Hot Dog&lt;br /&gt;148. Explain random theories&lt;br /&gt;149. Test thin ice with a pogo stick&lt;br /&gt;150. Apply for the Presidential election&lt;br /&gt;151. Defend your neighborhood from flesh eating robots&lt;br /&gt;152. Do a good job&lt;br /&gt;153. Crawl&lt;br /&gt;154. Be a side affect&lt;br /&gt;155. Be a front defect&lt;br /&gt;156. Have sex with your girlfriend/wife…&lt;br /&gt;157. YAWWWWWWNNNNNNNSSSSSSS&lt;br /&gt;158. Rabbit&lt;br /&gt;159. Play Bai kakkaa…&lt;br /&gt;160. Join NSS, be someone simple&lt;br /&gt;161. Think like a donkey&lt;br /&gt;162. Hit your self&lt;br /&gt;163. Cut your self&lt;br /&gt;164. Swab the deck&lt;br /&gt;165. Put leg warmers on your furniture&lt;br /&gt;166. Be number six&lt;br /&gt;167. Sit&lt;br /&gt;168. Stay&lt;br /&gt;169. Roll over&lt;br /&gt;170. Play dead&lt;br /&gt;171. blink&lt;br /&gt;172. Spray your family room with air freshner&lt;br /&gt;173. Cause a power failure&lt;br /&gt;174. try to jump as ….&lt;br /&gt;175. Give a lecture to your girl frend&lt;br /&gt;176. Wiggle&lt;br /&gt;177. Be Smart&lt;br /&gt;178. Act like a bangaalhee…&lt;br /&gt;179. Act as an indian&lt;br /&gt;180. Donate your brother’s body to science&lt;br /&gt;181. Watch Baywatch.. O_O&lt;br /&gt;182. Wonder&lt;br /&gt;183. Give someone a kiss on the lips… in the middle something…&lt;br /&gt;184. square root your licence number&lt;br /&gt;185. Park your car with a “friend”&lt;br /&gt;186. Park your car with a group of “friends”&lt;br /&gt;187. Ask stupid questions&lt;br /&gt;188. Answer them&lt;br /&gt;189. Spew&lt;br /&gt;190. Say “moist”&lt;br /&gt;191. Put a stick on the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;192. Laugh when someone trips&lt;br /&gt;193. Laugh REALLY REALLY hard if they break a bone&lt;br /&gt;194. Solve the population problem i.e. x +2y-16x = population&lt;br /&gt;195. Contribute to the population problem&lt;br /&gt;196. Interview a member of the opposite sex&lt;br /&gt;197. Ask embarrassing questions&lt;br /&gt;198. Go to a drive-in movie in a tank&lt;br /&gt;199. Go to a non-drive-in movie in a tank and drive in anyway&lt;br /&gt;200. Crumble&lt;br /&gt;201. Crumple&lt;br /&gt;202. Make up a new language&lt;br /&gt;203. Use it often&lt;br /&gt;204. Be stupid for a day&lt;br /&gt;205. Do aerobics...in your head&lt;br /&gt;206. Play cards with your swimming pool&lt;br /&gt;207. Bother a sibling, profusely&lt;br /&gt;208. Send your iguana to obedience school&lt;br /&gt;209. Pinstripe your driveway&lt;br /&gt;210. Play "Kick the fire-hydrant"&lt;br /&gt;211. Chipmunk power&lt;br /&gt;212. Free the oppressed toaster-ovens of &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;America&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;br /&gt;213. Free the obsessed toaster-ovens of &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;America&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;br /&gt;214. Mug a stop sign&lt;br /&gt;215. Join your local AA meetings&lt;br /&gt;216. Go for a walk in the attic&lt;br /&gt;217. Challenge the neighbor kid to duel&lt;br /&gt;218. Find a witch&lt;br /&gt;219. Flirt with her&lt;br /&gt;220. Regress&lt;br /&gt;221. Find out how many ways there really are to skin a cat&lt;br /&gt;222. Go bow hunting for Toyotas&lt;br /&gt;223. Kidnap someone&lt;br /&gt;224. Go somewhere no man has gone before&lt;br /&gt;225. Be a threat to MDP/DRP/IDP/ADP/OSAMA&lt;br /&gt;226. Put out a fire&lt;br /&gt;227. If you can't find one make one&lt;br /&gt;228. Talk to people who are half asleep (What do you really think about me?”)&lt;br /&gt;229. Smile all day for a day&lt;br /&gt;230. Count to a million as fast as you can&lt;br /&gt;231. Count to a million as fast as you can (break your own record)&lt;br /&gt;232. Unplug the phone and plug it in and unplug it and plug it in and unplug…&lt;br /&gt;233. Love to hate&lt;br /&gt;234. hate to love&lt;br /&gt;235. Write a song&lt;br /&gt;236. Sing it&lt;br /&gt;237. Record it&lt;br /&gt;238. Listen to yourself, realize you suck and throw it out&lt;br /&gt;239. I am bored….&lt;br /&gt;240. hehe&lt;br /&gt;241. 800 more to go….&lt;br /&gt;241. Laugh&lt;br /&gt;242. Ask people if they’ve seen your head&lt;br /&gt;243 When you smile bite your lip&lt;br /&gt;244. Hide in a cupboard&lt;br /&gt;245. Learn filths in other languages&lt;br /&gt;246. Clean your room (*_*)&lt;br /&gt;247. Blow a bubble&lt;br /&gt;248. Say “I SUCK”&lt;br /&gt;249. Hug a stranger then apologize saying you thought they were your grandma.&lt;br /&gt;250. Sleep……&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Daime I tried to get 500… but then again I got bored.. yawwwnnnssss…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;PS: got the idea from &lt;a href="http://www.the-dark-demonic-angel.blogspot.com"&gt;Dark Angels Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4378778136725094790-8507527399698823367?l=green-silence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://green-silence.blogspot.com/feeds/8507527399698823367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4378778136725094790&amp;postID=8507527399698823367' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4378778136725094790/posts/default/8507527399698823367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4378778136725094790/posts/default/8507527399698823367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://green-silence.blogspot.com/2007/06/bored-read-this.html' title='BORED..? READ THIS...'/><author><name>white-silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11429423696600309926</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><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4378778136725094790.post-1075399928732795585</id><published>2007-06-18T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T04:52:50.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ic3.deviantart.com/fs9/i/2006/038/2/0/Never_Ending_Thirst___Green_by_littlemewhatever.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 371px;" src="http://ic3.deviantart.com/fs9/i/2006/038/2/0/Never_Ending_Thirst___Green_by_littlemewhatever.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's not like she is a piece of flesh that will rot and fall off: she is a part of my spirit. My soul. My entire being. With her...I can be free from everything...expressing myself and releasing a power inside of me that I felt like had been locked up inside of me for so long. But it's free. I'm free. I'm as free as the wind passing through the trees and flowers and waters and through me. I'm as free as fire with the power to consume and fill and warm and take over things. I'm able to bleed...the blood can tell how I feel and what I think and (once again) express myself. I need to bleed before this world...I know I can do it if I believe. I'm only just beginning to bleed and the feeling is washing over me and people around me...strangely &lt;s&gt;genuine&lt;/s&gt;...wow...I hope it lasts...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4378778136725094790-1075399928732795585?l=green-silence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://green-silence.blogspot.com/feeds/1075399928732795585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4378778136725094790&amp;postID=1075399928732795585' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4378778136725094790/posts/default/1075399928732795585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4378778136725094790/posts/default/1075399928732795585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://green-silence.blogspot.com/2007/06/bleed.html' title='Bleed'/><author><name>white-silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11429423696600309926</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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4378778136725094790.post-7859315751185439499</id><published>2007-06-16T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T23:40:40.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Racists!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thinktankstudios.com/images/creatures/Finished/green_man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 330px;" src="http://www.thinktankstudios.com/images/creatures/Finished/green_man.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  You hate me because I'm Green,&lt;br /&gt;I have colored skin.&lt;br /&gt;What about my personality,&lt;br /&gt;and the things I feel within...&lt;br /&gt;I wont disrespect you,&lt;br /&gt;or anybody else.&lt;br /&gt;Not for skin color,&lt;br /&gt;and not for what one tells.&lt;br /&gt;I wont go behind your back,&lt;br /&gt;and say that you've done wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Although you're just a normal thug,&lt;br /&gt;with bitches and a bong.&lt;br /&gt;Still all you see is a green man,&lt;br /&gt;petite, thin, but green.&lt;br /&gt;Now dreams of colors,&lt;br /&gt;forever invade my nights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4378778136725094790-7859315751185439499?l=green-silence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://green-silence.blogspot.com/feeds/7859315751185439499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4378778136725094790&amp;postID=7859315751185439499' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4378778136725094790/posts/default/7859315751185439499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4378778136725094790/posts/default/7859315751185439499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://green-silence.blogspot.com/2007/06/racists.html' title='Racists!!!'/><author><name>white-silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11429423696600309926</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4378778136725094790.post-1745008243315728063</id><published>2007-06-15T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T05:45:36.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rot In Pieces</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ic1.deviantart.com/fs13/f/2007/006/8/e/Country_of_the_green_apple_by_sergioklemtz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://ic1.deviantart.com/fs13/f/2007/006/8/e/Country_of_the_green_apple_by_sergioklemtz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey green apple you're rotten on the inside, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;your skin is smooth but your soul is soft. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You look so appetizing but, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;if you taste the truth &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's gonna make you spit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And how long have I known you now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I knew after just one taste. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And how long has my mouth been sour, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;well it’s been sour ever since that day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And how long can I go on like this, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;knowing what I know anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it makes me feel helpless to, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;stand and watch while you rot away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But if make me feel helpless to, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;stand and watch while you rot away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4378778136725094790-1745008243315728063?l=green-silence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://green-silence.blogspot.com/feeds/1745008243315728063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4378778136725094790&amp;postID=1745008243315728063' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4378778136725094790/posts/default/1745008243315728063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4378778136725094790/posts/default/1745008243315728063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://green-silence.blogspot.com/2007/06/rot-in-pieces.html' title='Rot In Pieces'/><author><name>white-silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11429423696600309926</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><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4378778136725094790.post-7049685830238209366</id><published>2007-06-13T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T22:01:05.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drugs dont work.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Green clogged his eyes, his forehead wrinkled in pain. Sweat drip over his brow, even as he quaked hysterically. He opened his eyes leisurely and gaze up at the foil and the needle on the nearby table. He hadn’t used it in so long. It felt like evermore. There was heroin in the peak most drawer. He clogged his eyes again. This better be worth it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Drugs does not work?"&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;All of a sudden he felt muscular strong Green opened his eyes and saw Pink, she was there to hold him, affectionate arms around him. Pink cuddles and embraces the tremble Green. “Eh baby, I am here now, don’t worry&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;” Pink whispered “I love you green”.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;“Everything unpleasant has heroin in it, so be free without Drugs”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4378778136725094790-7049685830238209366?l=green-silence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://green-silence.blogspot.com/feeds/7049685830238209366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4378778136725094790&amp;postID=7049685830238209366' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4378778136725094790/posts/default/7049685830238209366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4378778136725094790/posts/default/7049685830238209366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://green-silence.blogspot.com/2007/06/drugs-dont-work.html' title='Drugs dont work.....'/><author><name>white-silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11429423696600309926</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><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4378778136725094790.post-8797664401080886594</id><published>2007-06-11T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T22:42:48.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Alien I Encountered.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;I saw it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I still don’t know what it is. I know it’s something black, something not right. Something that wasn’t meant to be. Something weird and foreign and alien. The visuals aren’t what stick with me, they could be shadows, flailing, thrashing flickers of light. It’s the sounds. The slurping, the gurgling, the groaning. That’s what I remember, that’s what stays with me. That unworldly dark shape tearing fabrics that aren’t meant to even exist, some pan-dimensional abomination forcing itself through the void into our world. I hear it calling into the night in the voices of children. High-pitched giggling and squealing and screaming and singing. I see it slink from 666's basement in the middle of the night, bursting through the slanted storm doors and screeching it’s terrible, childlike siren call, a parody of life calling us to join it in whatever half-place it hails from. I don’t have the courage to follow it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I don’t remember much of the first time I saw it, heard it, felt it. Cooing, snarling a false innocence into the freezing rain, surging forward like some viscous ebon liquid, seething into the yard and off to whatever destination a creature like that could seek. I only remember shock. Glimpses of what happened still ring in my mind, snatches of myself clawing for the telephone, shaking hands dialing &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;the police, 199. The voice on the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Calm down, sir, just give us the address.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I couldn’t. I couldn’t form the words, I couldn’t speak. I jibbered and gaped, not unlike the thing that slithered out of that house. I remember dropping the phone and curling up onto the carpet. Crawling into the corner and sobbing silently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   That was weeks ago. That thing is still out there, still stalking through the night. I haven’t slept since.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;June 1, Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   It got out again. I was almost asleep, so close I could taste it. My body’s so heavy all the time. I’m nervous. Nervous isn’t the word. Terrified. I haven’t left the house in days. I can hear it all the time now, day or night, it doesn’t matter. I hear it summoning, calling out to something. I don’t know what. I know it has to be stopped. This can’t go on. More of those things have to exist. It’s planning...I&lt;span class="push"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;t’s planning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;June 3, Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;    It was at my door tonight. I heard it slamming its bulk against the metal. I could hear the deadbolt groaning under the strain, threatening to snap and loose the nightmare into my house. I huddled in the corner of my attic. All I could find was a steak knife in the kitchen. I gripped it in both hands the entire night, held it against my chest. Cowering like an animal. I have blisters on my hands. I heard its child-voice, less than twenty feet away from me, crying my name over and over again.&lt;span class="push"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I know what it wants now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4378778136725094790-8797664401080886594?l=green-silence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://green-silence.blogspot.com/feeds/8797664401080886594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4378778136725094790&amp;postID=8797664401080886594' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4378778136725094790/posts/default/8797664401080886594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4378778136725094790/posts/default/8797664401080886594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://green-silence.blogspot.com/2007/06/alien-i-encountered.html' title='The Alien I Encountered.....'/><author><name>white-silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11429423696600309926</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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4378778136725094790.post-8603248405134710828</id><published>2007-06-10T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T01:46:05.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leprosy of Green moss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwngFlh6YCo/Rm0LpzJ_MEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oSOKn86zpZk/s1600-h/780-550x-abominationpain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwngFlh6YCo/Rm0LpzJ_MEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oSOKn86zpZk/s320/780-550x-abominationpain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074725167851057218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I live in strife and mayhem of emotional alterations and vicissitude; of rage and euphoria; of excruciations and of reprisal. My grief will all be for this maggot writhing bitch slapped blog, and my retribution will be wreaked on you, my dear foes. Therefore, in the might of Maldivian blogosphere, I will sit down and tap these keys: I will let the depraved and iniquitous of this damnation know what I have done and will do in the devotion of the promises, and justification by grace, that you faggots may read and tremble as your blood will be mingled with my crimson sacrifices. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I was born an outcast, into a slimy froth, in which I was destined to act so conspicuous a part. Fuck you, I am a burning and a radiant light, in the community of leeches, and in these days of lost virginities you shall suffer much in the persecution of the godly. Pleased I am that, as a trial of your insecurities, I shall curse you and throw you into the pits of damnation; for I am the man all over spotted with the leprosy of green moss.. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Open your eyes, take heed!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4378778136725094790-8603248405134710828?l=green-silence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://green-silence.blogspot.com/feeds/8603248405134710828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4378778136725094790&amp;postID=8603248405134710828' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4378778136725094790/posts/default/8603248405134710828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4378778136725094790/posts/default/8603248405134710828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://green-silence.blogspot.com/2007/06/leprosy-of-green-moss.html' title='Leprosy of Green moss'/><author><name>white-silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11429423696600309926</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwngFlh6YCo/Rm0LpzJ_MEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oSOKn86zpZk/s72-c/780-550x-abominationpain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4378778136725094790.post-5450368299175520377</id><published>2007-06-09T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T01:52:02.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tribute to Nutshell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwngFlh6YCo/Rm0NFDJ_MFI/AAAAAAAAAAU/muNFb9MDwsY/s1600-h/abomination.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwngFlh6YCo/Rm0NFDJ_MFI/AAAAAAAAAAU/muNFb9MDwsY/s320/abomination.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074726735514120274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;all my thoughts have been erased&lt;br /&gt;all my worship has been replaced&lt;br /&gt;all my thoughts were shredded and burned&lt;br /&gt;all is vanished which I had learned&lt;br /&gt;all is factual which I have felt&lt;br /&gt;where loneliness is often dealt&lt;br /&gt;Into the sea that I have been thrown&lt;br /&gt;while poetry yell my dieing moan&lt;br /&gt;Crippled by the corporate hold&lt;br /&gt;while harsh on the things I’m told&lt;br /&gt;now a slave the master calls&lt;br /&gt;and becomes 4th  the grounding laws&lt;br /&gt;for if I fail to play his game&lt;br /&gt;then jail will help him to tame&lt;br /&gt;any and all true feelings I have felt&lt;br /&gt;where solitude while help him melt&lt;br /&gt;till soulless and tame&lt;br /&gt;without a name&lt;br /&gt;I’m all the same&lt;br /&gt;no 1 to blame&lt;br /&gt;dull and dead&lt;br /&gt;without a head&lt;br /&gt;and a brain replaced with solid lead...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4378778136725094790-5450368299175520377?l=green-silence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://green-silence.blogspot.com/feeds/5450368299175520377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4378778136725094790&amp;postID=5450368299175520377' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4378778136725094790/posts/default/5450368299175520377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4378778136725094790/posts/default/5450368299175520377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://green-silence.blogspot.com/2007/06/tribute-to-nutshell.html' title='Tribute to Nutshell'/><author><name>white-silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11429423696600309926</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwngFlh6YCo/Rm0NFDJ_MFI/AAAAAAAAAAU/muNFb9MDwsY/s72-c/abomination.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4378778136725094790.post-2540810464795033589</id><published>2007-06-09T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T11:10:35.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Green so Fucking What...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://l.yimg.com/www.flickr.com/images/spaceball.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The westerner said, "Coloured people are not allowed here." I turned around and stood up. I then said, "Listen, you son of a bitch.....When I was born, I was &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;GREEN&lt;/span&gt;. When I grew up I was &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;GREEN&lt;/span&gt;. When I'm sick, I'm &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;GREEN&lt;/span&gt;. When I go in the sun, I'm &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;GREEN&lt;/span&gt;. When I'm cold, I'm &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;GREEN&lt;/span&gt;. When I die, I'll be &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;GREEN&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you son of a bitch.....When you're born, you're &lt;span style="color:fuchsia;"&gt;PINK&lt;/span&gt;. When you grow up, you're &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;. When you're sick, you're &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;WHITE&lt;/span&gt;. When you go in the sun, you turn &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;ORANGE&lt;/span&gt;. When you're cold, you turn &lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;BLUE&lt;/span&gt;. And when you die, you turn &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;PURPLE&lt;/span&gt;. And you have the nerve to call me &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339966;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993366;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:yellow;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99cc;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;d? You &lt;a href="http://www.fuckingmotherfucker.com/"&gt;MOTHER-FUCKING&lt;/a&gt; son of a bitch!!!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4378778136725094790-2540810464795033589?l=green-silence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://green-silence.blogspot.com/feeds/2540810464795033589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4378778136725094790&amp;postID=2540810464795033589' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4378778136725094790/posts/default/2540810464795033589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4378778136725094790/posts/default/2540810464795033589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://green-silence.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-am-green-so-fucking-what.html' title='I am Green so Fucking What...'/><author><name>white-silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11429423696600309926</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><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
