<?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-5902969</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:21:47.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Beyond The Minimum Safe Distance</title><subtitle type='html'>welcome to the internet, my friend</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' 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never find my way back, i don't think i'll mindi want to leave this placejust get awayfind somewhere else where i can bei want to make my moveand just slip awayunder the radar where no one can seeif i never find my way back, i don't think </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/feeds/111786671028849757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5902969&amp;postID=111786671028849757' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/111786671028849757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/111786671028849757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/2005/06/far-i-wanna-get-out-of-here-just-drive.html' title=''/><author><name>maladr0It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957927157514628856</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-5902969.post-110882842006902949</id><published>2005-02-19T10:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T10:53:40.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"return address not found"suffocate me tonighti don't want to breatheif i can't speak what's on my minda little pain it's all i need to feel alivethough i'll always feel this death insideever since i saw you dieyou went away for goodand i can't go back to loving you anymorei could cry and mournor i could move onbut i think the latter is an option goneso drown me tonighti don't want to breatheif i</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/feeds/110882842006902949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5902969&amp;postID=110882842006902949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/110882842006902949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/110882842006902949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/2005/02/return-address-not-found-suffocate-me.html' title=''/><author><name>maladr0It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957927157514628856</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902969.post-110698456969240615</id><published>2005-01-29T02:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T02:42:49.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so you're all just part of my dreamand i'm just lost in negativitybut what's the point to only reachif i know i'll never have you a part of mei'll just walk alone and sit alone and think alone tonightwhile romance is alive in other peoples livesi'll just sit around and think aloud on the ground tonightwhile love somewhere else has taken flightso this is all just a fantasyand i'll never </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/feeds/110698456969240615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5902969&amp;postID=110698456969240615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/110698456969240615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/110698456969240615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/2005/01/so-youre-all-just-part-of-my-dream-and.html' title=''/><author><name>maladr0It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957927157514628856</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902969.post-110498463647508646</id><published>2005-01-05T23:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T23:10:36.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"in the back of your mind"everything is already a blureither it all moves too fast or too slowand i'm finding things i'd rather avoidi'm missing out on everything i want to knowwhat direction am i headed in?regardless i'm walking with a blindfoldmight as well lead me off a cliffbecause i'll follow anywhere i'm toldeverything is second guessi can't be too sure of anythingand i'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/feeds/110498463647508646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5902969&amp;postID=110498463647508646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/110498463647508646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/110498463647508646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/2005/01/in-back-of-your-mind-everything-is_05.html' title=''/><author><name>maladr0It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957927157514628856</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902969.post-110498366387657569</id><published>2005-01-05T22:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T22:54:23.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"guilty by association"people dropping into the firefor a cause no one's sure existseveryone against each otheri thought we were more than thishuman, we all share that nameor at least i thought we shouldhuman, we are all the sameor at least i thought we werewe're all equal in definitioni was not made any differentwe're all in our own imageif you would just open your eyeshuman, we</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902969.post-110488370575362093</id><published>2005-01-04T19:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T19:08:25.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> i feel useless, i feel worthlessjust a body on the earth without a purposei need direction, i need feelingjust a body full of wounds with no way of healingtoday i woke up and realized why i was dreamingi came to the conclusion that i have no reason for anythingi never knew before what was killing me insidebut i think i figured it out this timei can't find a point to why i'm hereand i'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/feeds/110488370575362093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5902969&amp;postID=110488370575362093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/110488370575362093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/110488370575362093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-feel-useless-i-feel-worthless-just.html' title=''/><author><name>maladr0It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957927157514628856</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902969.post-110453186439171149</id><published>2004-12-31T17:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T17:24:24.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Walk Away" (title subject to change) - music by Jim Dematt and Jimmy Weber, lyrics by Jimmy Weber  It’s just like you to take it all away.   Forget everything we had and all my pain.   Where did we run astray?   Turned our hearts to black and grey.   Take it all away.   &lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;   [Chorus]   Seems my back, you went around.   Pulling us farther down.   I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/feeds/110453186439171149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5902969&amp;postID=110453186439171149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/110453186439171149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/110453186439171149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/2004/12/walk-away-title-subject-to-change.html' title=''/><author><name>maladr0It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957927157514628856</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902969.post-110335061240468065</id><published>2004-12-18T01:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T01:16:52.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"set sail for sorrow"heavy on the handsi cant lift myself above the waterno one understandsbut they're all okay and can't be botheredwell i don't know how much longer i can lasti'm losing energy and sinking fastthere's got to be some sort of purposethere's got to be a way to reach the surfaceheavy are the landswe can't fit ourselves into a notionwhere we all understandwe push our own</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/feeds/110335061240468065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5902969&amp;postID=110335061240468065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/110335061240468065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/110335061240468065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/2004/12/set-sail-for-sorrow-heavy-on-hands-i.html' title=''/><author><name>maladr0It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957927157514628856</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902969.post-110308737117492330</id><published>2004-12-15T01:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T00:09:31.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"losing in an undefeated season"what if i never had anything at alli went through life not knowing a souli never had to feel losssometimes i wish that's how it wasif only the world were more definedand never did the stars not alignif only life was more aliveand never did we lose, but only findsometimes i wish i didn't have a thingi grew up without having anything to leavei never had</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/feeds/110308737117492330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5902969&amp;postID=110308737117492330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/110308737117492330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/110308737117492330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/2004/12/losing-in-undefeated-season-what-if-i.html' title=''/><author><name>maladr0It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957927157514628856</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902969.post-110296515364429271</id><published>2004-12-13T14:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T14:12:33.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"thanks for nothing"everyone just pretends to like mein this life you gave to meso graciouslyi bow outi give upi quitbecause there are just somethings we're just not fit fori tried to be happyi really did but it never worked out and i never gave inuntil nowi'm fucking dying here and you still won't come to my calli'm losing breath and you still don't care at alland you wonder why </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/feeds/110296515364429271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5902969&amp;postID=110296515364429271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/110296515364429271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/110296515364429271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/2004/12/thanks-for-nothing-everyone-just.html' title=''/><author><name>maladr0It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957927157514628856</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902969.post-110252330118150470</id><published>2004-12-08T11:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T11:28:21.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"derailing train of thought"this is everything i went againstand this is everything i amif i wasn't so ashamedi'd be myself againwhy can't i come to termsand live without denialit seems there's always this frownhidden beneath my smilei don't know how much moreof this i could possibly takethis is everything i went againstthis is everything that's fakerealizationis something that i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/feeds/110252330118150470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5902969&amp;postID=110252330118150470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/110252330118150470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/110252330118150470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/2004/12/derailing-train-of-thought-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>maladr0It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957927157514628856</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902969.post-110227870793796660</id><published>2004-12-05T15:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T15:31:47.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"alone on christmas eve"i want to be a martyri want to have a causei want to have a daughtertell her there's no santa clausei want the world to wake upi want to bring back hopei want the world to shape upfrom the oceans to the slopesi want to get to the pointi don't want to step through shiti want to break at the jointsand just let go of thisi want to find a purposei want to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/feeds/110227870793796660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5902969&amp;postID=110227870793796660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/110227870793796660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/110227870793796660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/2004/12/alone-on-christmas-eve-i-want-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>maladr0It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957927157514628856</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902969.post-110227866811202392</id><published>2004-12-05T15:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T15:31:08.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"taking it all upon my shoulders (i feel my knees give out)"i'll be your secret lullabyfor when you cry yourself to sleepfor the times that no one seesi'll be your undercover alibifor when there's something that you needyou know you can count on mei'm a stagehand behind the scenesi'll never make the credits with you up on the screeni'm your deepest dark secretsomething you'll always </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/feeds/110227866811202392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5902969&amp;postID=110227866811202392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/110227866811202392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/110227866811202392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/2004/12/taking-it-all-upon-my-shoulders-i-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>maladr0It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957927157514628856</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902969.post-110080607341248485</id><published>2004-11-18T14:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T14:27:53.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"direction"it's jumping out of mei now know what i couldn't seeholy shit, i can't believe thisi finally found what i'm looking fori think i know now the direction i needif you'd like i can help you, i'll leadi'll carry you if you get too lowbecause i know how that feels, i knowit just takes some time, thats ityou may not believe a word of thisbut it's all true and i've found that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/feeds/110080607341248485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5902969&amp;postID=110080607341248485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/110080607341248485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/110080607341248485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/2004/11/direction-its-jumping-out-of-me-i-now.html' title=''/><author><name>maladr0It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957927157514628856</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902969.post-110064696106326003</id><published>2004-11-16T18:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T18:16:01.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"alone in the crowd"what's the price to payfor thinking differentlyit costs me everythingand i can't afford it anymorei'm having seconds thoughtsof all that i've been taughti want to break away and runbecause i can't take it anymorei always thought we should be ourselvesi always thought we should believe what we wanti guess standards aren't so standard anymoreand i guess i should </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/feeds/110064696106326003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5902969&amp;postID=110064696106326003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/110064696106326003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/110064696106326003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/2004/11/alone-in-crowd-whats-price-to-pay-for.html' title=''/><author><name>maladr0It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957927157514628856</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902969.post-110058242453346926</id><published>2004-11-16T01:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T01:10:02.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"headache"god damn this feels like eternitylocked up in my room i long for certaintythat i know i'm going to get out of this place alivewell maybe i'm just paranoidalways on the look for things to avoidi hope to god i'm going to get out this place aliveyou're giving me a headacheas you smash my head against the walli think i'm beginning too breaki don't think i'll make it out at all</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902969.post-110023896776966357</id><published>2004-11-12T01:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T00:56:07.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"through the eyes of a child"why am i so selfishwhy am i so paranoidwhy am i always concentrating on the negative thingsthe things i should avoidwhy am i always tiredwhy am i always staring at the groundwhy am i always wondering where i'm going to end up nextwhen i should take a look at where im at nowit will never be like this againthe wonderous eyes go blind in mei'll never see the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/feeds/110023896776966357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5902969&amp;postID=110023896776966357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/110023896776966357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/110023896776966357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/2004/11/through-eyes-of-child-why-am-i-so.html' title=''/><author><name>maladr0It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957927157514628856</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902969.post-110004034702923324</id><published>2004-11-09T17:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T17:48:04.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"winter solstice" it gets dark around here earlyand where am i gonna end up tonightthe stars can never lead me homethey can't lead me anywhere without being alonei thought maybe this time it wouldn't be so badbut the cold wind is running up and down my backi feel i may never find my wayand if i could get out of here i wouldi would run straight to youi feel the sun burning behind the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/feeds/110004034702923324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5902969&amp;postID=110004034702923324' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/110004034702923324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/110004034702923324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/2004/11/winter-solstice-it-gets-dark-around_09.html' title=''/><author><name>maladr0It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957927157514628856</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-5902969.post-109997029183869499</id><published>2004-11-08T22:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T22:18:11.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"5 years and no reply"remember when friendship meant somethingafter years of being together without a fightyoud think itd be something to hold ontosomething to remember, well i thought you mightif you really don't care about thisthen just come out and say whats on your mindif you really don't care about methen i'll just walk away and leave it all behindlike youafter all the fun and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902969.post-109936745238639960</id><published>2004-11-01T22:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T22:50:52.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"misfiring synapses"the words dont come as easily tonightthough i wish i could say what i wantedi need to clear my head and the only wayis to forget, to forget youi can't seem to get my arms aroundsomething to hold onto so i don't hit the groundyou know i've never been so lost that i can't find my way homebut there's a first time for everything i supposeif the world were to end right </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/feeds/109936745238639960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5902969&amp;postID=109936745238639960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/109936745238639960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/109936745238639960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/2004/11/misfiring-synapses-words-dont-come-as.html' title=''/><author><name>maladr0It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957927157514628856</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902969.post-109851280858139200</id><published>2004-10-23T02:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T02:39:12.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"looking up to the heavens (i feel my neck break)"everythings just a dreamall make believei'll make believe that you weren't with meeverythings just a jokeall make a toasti'll make a toast to serendipityi can't believe that you're with mewhen i can't see through this stormthe clouds too dark for me to sparkany kind of shining light or hopeeverythings just a wasteall breathe the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/feeds/109851280858139200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5902969&amp;postID=109851280858139200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/109851280858139200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/109851280858139200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/2004/10/looking-up-to-heavens-i-feel-my-neck.html' title=''/><author><name>maladr0It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957927157514628856</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902969.post-109791332062807270</id><published>2004-10-16T03:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T03:55:20.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"dividing love with a gun"the scene is set on a midnight skyand after this, i wouldn't need to diei've already seen heaven after going through hellif things could last forever than we might as welldon't you worry sweetie i'll watch over you nowi'll carry this wound so you can stay on the groundit will be hard at first, just like it was for mefeeling the pain is harder when it hits so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902969.post-109762495544086313</id><published>2004-10-12T19:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T19:49:15.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this is what you call respecti call this my fucking fistpen clenched i'll defeat you lyricallythats the price to pay for tyrannysorry to say but you're done your ruleof bullshit and fuck this and fuck you toothat's the price to payit's a dark sillhouette above your bedassasination with a penit's a piece of mind stuck in your headassasination with a peni've never been so fucking </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/feeds/109762495544086313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5902969&amp;postID=109762495544086313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/109762495544086313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/109762495544086313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/2004/10/this-is-what-you-call-respect-i-call.html' title=''/><author><name>maladr0It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957927157514628856</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902969.post-109748294610100790</id><published>2004-10-11T04:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T18:58:26.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the cool dead leaves are floating in the airwith the scent of autumn hanging in dispairyou know, i never really liked this time of yearmemories and flashbacks of a time when i caredwell i dont anymorebecause you took it all awayand i choke anymorebecause you took this all away from merunning through the leaves with the wind in my faceit's getting harder everyday to hold onto this place</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/feeds/109748294610100790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5902969&amp;postID=109748294610100790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/109748294610100790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/109748294610100790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/2004/10/cool-dead-leaves-are-floating-in-air.html' title=''/><author><name>maladr0It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957927157514628856</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902969.post-109607692463506958</id><published>2004-09-24T21:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T21:48:44.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the clouds have moved asidethe rain has run drythe sky has clearedand there you stand in the sunlightmaking my world brighter is nothing to yousuch a minimal doing for such a beautymaking my worries lighter is something from youi will always hold in my debtthe river runs smooththe air is easy to breathegrass now covers the dirtas you stand in front of memaking my world brighter is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902969.post-109599644404369833</id><published>2004-09-23T23:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T23:29:16.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Epitaph"see you on the groundnext to your graveyou strangled yourselfin your own ragenow i'm downon my kneesnext in linefor your diseasesave mesave meyou were always such a trendand i can't pretendthat i don't miss you anymoreand i've settled in my remorsesee you on the groundnext to my graveunder the earthi beg for my escapesave mesave mei can't breathe with you here</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/feeds/109599644404369833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5902969&amp;postID=109599644404369833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/109599644404369833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/109599644404369833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/2004/09/epitaph-see-you-on-ground-next-to-your.html' title=''/><author><name>maladr0It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957927157514628856</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902969.post-109588488924682187</id><published>2004-09-22T16:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T16:30:50.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this song isn't personal, i just wrote it to write. kinda like putting myself into a story. enjoy."Self-Infliction With a Side of Denial"its all about feeling sorry for myselfand not having the guts because you ripped them outi cant stand up for myself or just get over thistake me away lead me by the wristim over you being over melook down from your pedestaland i'll look up to the sky</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/feeds/109588488924682187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5902969&amp;postID=109588488924682187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/109588488924682187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/109588488924682187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/2004/09/this-song-isnt-personal-i-just-wrote.html' title=''/><author><name>maladr0It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957927157514628856</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902969.post-109582254344641173</id><published>2004-09-21T23:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T23:09:03.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"A Cartographer Lost"its been a long time since ive seen your faceits been a long time since ive seen anything upliftingi just want to know where im going before i get even more losthow far is it to your heartive been counting the stars and comparing them to how many timesyouve left me behind, im falling behindi just need to know where im headed before i get even more losthow far is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/feeds/109582254344641173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5902969&amp;postID=109582254344641173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/109582254344641173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/109582254344641173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/2004/09/cartographer-lost-its-been-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>maladr0It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957927157514628856</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902969.post-109504640008317524</id><published>2004-09-12T23:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T23:33:20.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and this is where im left for deadthrow your worries my way and pump me full of leadleave me in my room lying on the floori think it's safe to say you don't care anymorehow come i always have to help you?and how come you can always turn from me?it's like picking up where you left offand getting all of your griefi know back home i won't feel this aloneand i know that this is what i have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/feeds/109504640008317524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5902969&amp;postID=109504640008317524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/109504640008317524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/109504640008317524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/2004/09/and-this-is-where-im-left-for-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>maladr0It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957927157514628856</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902969.post-109467691160266991</id><published>2004-09-08T16:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T16:55:11.603-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Sweet Lies"you live in fearyou live in a fantasyyou live inside everything that i hate in mei never knew it but now i realizeyou're nothing special, you're nothing specialyou have eyes but your blind to the truthyou have time but you don't give it much usei cant wait on you forever to realize.you're nothing special, you're nothing specialyour liesnever tasted so bittersweetand i</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/feeds/109467691160266991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5902969&amp;postID=109467691160266991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/109467691160266991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/109467691160266991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/2004/09/sweet-lies-you-live-in-fear-you-live.html' title=''/><author><name>maladr0It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957927157514628856</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902969.post-109449910169994118</id><published>2004-09-06T15:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T15:31:41.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well it's been awhile. i may get back into this blogging thing but i'm pretty sure no one reads it haha. if i can find the time though i think i may try and make my own webpage so i can put up some music and things for everyone.as most of you know i'm in canada now attending the ontario institute of audio recording technology. it's pretty cool up here and if anyone ever wants to come up and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/feeds/109449910169994118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5902969&amp;postID=109449910169994118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/109449910169994118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/109449910169994118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/2004/09/well-its-been-awhile.html' title=''/><author><name>maladr0It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957927157514628856</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902969.post-109060404849331625</id><published>2004-07-23T13:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T13:34:08.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>- no title to this one yet, but it does have music  so walk away and i will say it again who will defend you when you're all out of friends so break away and i will pretend to care i've tried to fix you but you're broken beyond repair  stubbornness is your trade when your in the market of your past be careful not to break your neck when you look away so fast cause all i see from you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/feeds/109060404849331625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5902969&amp;postID=109060404849331625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/109060404849331625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/109060404849331625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/2004/07/no-title-to-this-one-yet-but-it-does.html' title=''/><author><name>maladr0It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957927157514628856</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902969.post-108983480770209325</id><published>2004-07-14T15:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T15:53:27.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"The Viewing For Our Broken Hearts"we're falling into graves that we ourselves have madebut we didn't leave enoughdirt to cover us upand soon everyone will knowthat we dig our own holesand everyone will seethis self-made tragedyas you fight against gravityas you fight against everythingi'll be watchingi'll be stopping bywith flowers for your pridebut you didn't leave enoughdirt to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/feeds/108983480770209325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5902969&amp;postID=108983480770209325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/108983480770209325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/108983480770209325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/2004/07/viewing-for-our-broken-hearts-were.html' title=''/><author><name>maladr0It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957927157514628856</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902969.post-108788141805211259</id><published>2004-06-22T01:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T01:16:58.053-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"The Best Years Of Your Life"for everything we arefor all of the things we'll befor the broken and the cowarddon't give up with mefor the mute with all those wordson the tip of his tonguefor all he's about to saywith a loaded guntake a walk outsideand take a deep breathlook towards the skyand not towards regretstop and thinkand clear your headopen your mindnot theirs insteadso </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902969.post-108638439851090282</id><published>2004-06-04T17:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T17:26:38.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Graduation Day at Hell U."all of these nights i rememberjust seem to of broken meboth our lives i've wonderedwhy they can't bethe same, both togetherin synchronicitywell all this is overit's behind meand i won't ever act this way againand i will never dream of what could have beenyour face once stole my mind (and you owned my heart)but i can see through you (guess i could all the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/feeds/108638439851090282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5902969&amp;postID=108638439851090282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/108638439851090282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/108638439851090282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/2004/06/graduation-day-at-hell-u.html' title=''/><author><name>maladr0It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957927157514628856</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902969.post-108277394053985376</id><published>2004-04-23T22:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T22:36:29.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the story for this one is too long to explain."Uninvited"everything about you i never really cared for and everything we talk about is just bullshiti don't really know why i ever thought of thisas something with potential, or something at allthis place has gotten so dirty with the shit in our mouthsi need to get away, i need to drown myselffor you, for something i'll forgetout of all </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/feeds/108277394053985376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5902969&amp;postID=108277394053985376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/108277394053985376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/108277394053985376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/2004/04/story-for-this-one-is-too-long-to.html' title=''/><author><name>maladr0It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957927157514628856</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902969.post-108191038999977703</id><published>2004-04-13T22:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T17:01:16.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"The Greatest Escape"have you ever thought of running away from herei'm getting closer every secondyou can come with me, we'll make the greatest escapeforget all this, and live againhello, hellocan you even hear me?can you break away and just come with meeverything has fallenhow do you take away all my painrunning or crawlingi'll get to youhave you ever dreamed of something more </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902969.post-108179292429134854</id><published>2004-04-12T14:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T14:05:58.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i stole the title to this one from another song i wrote, but i like this better than the last, so there you have it bitches:"Food, Gas, Hell...Next Exit"this is the last of anything i said beforei'm taking it upon myself to forget youand all those dreams turned into nightmaresand i've finally found that outdoes any of this even get you goingwill any of this ever get you to leavei'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/feeds/108179292429134854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5902969&amp;postID=108179292429134854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/108179292429134854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/108179292429134854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/2004/04/i-stole-title-to-this-one-from-another.html' title=''/><author><name>maladr0It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957927157514628856</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902969.post-107932392550324502</id><published>2004-03-14T23:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-14T23:15:20.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Helpless"when i think about it now, i don't knowwhen i breathe these words, i chokeand everything is out of my controlall i have is to sit here and watch you go it's funny how things work outand i wonder nowif i didn't have to leave would you still have ended up this wayand if i didn't have to breathe, i'd give you all the air you would need to live againwhen i look back now, i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/feeds/107932392550324502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5902969&amp;postID=107932392550324502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/107932392550324502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/107932392550324502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/2004/03/helpless-when-i-think-about-it-now-i.html' title=''/><author><name>maladr0It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957927157514628856</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902969.post-107735101501380411</id><published>2004-02-21T03:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T03:12:58.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rooftop LullabiesI knew that nothing would come of thisi had a feeling that i wish i didn't missbecause now the only thing all of thisshows is how i don't have you nowi've fallen apart and took up a hobby cleaning out these wounds you left mebut they will never heal, i just want to lookgood in my casket, would you come to see me?why do i even ask this....i just need to breatheexhale </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902969.post-107682922969945970</id><published>2004-02-15T02:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-15T02:16:24.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>havent been updating lately, a few reasons: lazy, not enough material i feel like sharing haha, and busy with school, etc. but never fear...here is a new little poem thingno title yettheres nothing left to sayits 2 am and sleep is too far awaywon't someone just ease me pleaseim restless and wreckless and tired of these daysso, we talked for awhile and then you lefti'm still here </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/feeds/107682922969945970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5902969&amp;postID=107682922969945970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/107682922969945970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/107682922969945970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/2004/02/havent-been-updating-lately-few.html' title=''/><author><name>maladr0It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957927157514628856</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902969.post-107566915407632571</id><published>2004-02-01T15:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-01T16:04:36.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>its been awhile.."Frozen Memories"the sidewalks are covered with snow and almost as cold as you are to me and i can't breathe, i just gasp with wild eyes and try to believe that what you're saying to me is something that can make me happy. something that can make me feel after these long winters it's hard to get back up in spring. it's hard to get back up when you're still falling. i'm still</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/feeds/107566915407632571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5902969&amp;postID=107566915407632571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/107566915407632571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/107566915407632571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/2004/02/its-been-awhile.html' title=''/><author><name>maladr0It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957927157514628856</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902969.post-107436751378743330</id><published>2004-01-17T14:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-17T14:27:09.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wrote this last night. i might add on to it later, but i am pretty lazy so..what could've become of this? thanks for never giving the chance. and there's never enough evidence to prove that you're heartless. broken down and no way to fix, it's time to leave and distance is the only thing we'll ever gain. it's the only thing you'll ever bring. the dark sky is nothing compared to your heart and i</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/feeds/107436751378743330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5902969&amp;postID=107436751378743330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/107436751378743330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/107436751378743330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/2004/01/wrote-this-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>maladr0It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957927157514628856</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902969.post-107420698367558780</id><published>2004-01-15T17:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T17:52:11.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>heffner was kind enough to upload two newly recorded songs of mine on his website: 'nameless' and 'the autumn of 03'. so check that out.  music</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/feeds/107420698367558780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5902969&amp;postID=107420698367558780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/107420698367558780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/107420698367558780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/2004/01/heffner-was-kind-enough-to-upload-two.html' title=''/><author><name>maladr0It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957927157514628856</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902969.post-107411753712912681</id><published>2004-01-14T16:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T17:00:48.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i recorded 'the autumn of 03' and it should be up on heffner's webpage within the next few days, so keep an eye out for that. if you didn't read it before, the lyrics to this newly recorded song are this: the autumn of 03feel like i wanna go.feel like theres nowhere.feel like i knowyou're just pretending to care.it took me so long to realize this was wrong.it took me so long to realize </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/feeds/107411753712912681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5902969&amp;postID=107411753712912681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/107411753712912681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/107411753712912681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/2004/01/i-recorded-autumn-of-03-and-it-should.html' title=''/><author><name>maladr0It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957927157514628856</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902969.post-107380323823335502</id><published>2004-01-11T01:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-11T01:40:58.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"dishonesty is my virtue"i'm playing down for youeverything's okayat least on the surfacei'm all out for youeverything's a wasteat least i'm honest nothing new can take it's placeand nothing here can erasethe face you trace back to methat hides what's inside that you'll never seei'm falling down for youeverything will stayto rest on the surfacei'm faking this for youeverything's</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/feeds/107380323823335502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5902969&amp;postID=107380323823335502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/107380323823335502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/107380323823335502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/2004/01/dishonesty-is-my-virtue-im-playing.html' title=''/><author><name>maladr0It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957927157514628856</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902969.post-107379635987652660</id><published>2004-01-10T23:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-10T23:46:20.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Food, Gas, Hell...Next Exit"i'm just what you want me to bei'm just nothingi'm just what you want me to seelost somethingthat was here beforeand you never wereso why do i seemed surprise that there's nothing when i look into your eyes?i'm just another searching soulin just another lonely worldand i'm just another face you won't rememberi'm just another broken heartin just another </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/feeds/107379635987652660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5902969&amp;postID=107379635987652660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/107379635987652660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/107379635987652660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/2004/01/food-gas-hell.html' title=''/><author><name>maladr0It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957927157514628856</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902969.post-107371750098075064</id><published>2004-01-10T01:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-10T01:52:00.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"The Long Drive To Nowhere"ive never been so cold in my lifemy car could barely start, and neither could ieverything has a way of finding itself againif ever lost, but now im sinking in and i wanna know, will everything flash before my eyes?will i even remember anything at all?because right now, you're all that comes to mindand i'm tired of these thoughts.i wanna forget these last </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/feeds/107371750098075064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5902969&amp;postID=107371750098075064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/107371750098075064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/107371750098075064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/2004/01/long-drive-to-nowhere-ive-never-been.html' title=''/><author><name>maladr0It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957927157514628856</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902969.post-107336823108368411</id><published>2004-01-06T00:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T00:50:49.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>been awhile since i updated this"Dark Skies"up above there are no more starsthey all burnt up years agoand the moon is just like mestays up all night, so lonelytime means nothing to me anymoreit seems to have left me long beforei could even tell you didand i wish i couldnt tell that this ever happenedits dark outside just like this lifei cant tell where im goingand i wish i knew </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/feeds/107336823108368411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5902969&amp;postID=107336823108368411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/107336823108368411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/107336823108368411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/2004/01/been-awhile-since-i-updated-this-dark.html' title=''/><author><name>maladr0It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957927157514628856</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902969.post-107231975921419143</id><published>2003-12-24T21:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-24T21:36:15.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wrote this today....with music! oh yeah!i also put music to "Nameless" (look below)"Ephemeral Passing"maybe we'll find another way.waiting for another dayjust brings lost hope andbaby, i know something makes me (die).well you and me were never this far,and i can see her.well you and me can never come apart,if we can't come together.maybe it will all be different.saving every </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/feeds/107231975921419143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5902969&amp;postID=107231975921419143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/107231975921419143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/107231975921419143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/2003/12/wrote-this-today.html' title=''/><author><name>maladr0It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957927157514628856</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902969.post-107188373750839891</id><published>2003-12-19T20:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-19T20:29:12.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>back home and i like it...dunno about this astatic show though.hopefully it will work out. for now, enjoy:"Nameless"how dark can it getalone forever in my headmy heart poundskeeping a beat to the sounds of my nightmareshow vacant is italone forever in all thisim falling downkeeping a rhythm to a sound consistencycan you feel it running through your veins?stopping the world and all </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902969.post-107077674185113067</id><published>2003-12-07T00:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-07T00:59:12.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Fading"summer fades with meand the reason i'm lying to myselfi wish i never knew how everything isi wish i never knew any of thismisdirection, here we goi'm leading myself off a cliffand regretting none of itso you can just say goodbye in a letter throw it in the box, wetwith your tears of regretso we can just say goodbye foreverthrow this behind the locks, wetwith my tears of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/feeds/107077674185113067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5902969&amp;postID=107077674185113067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/107077674185113067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/107077674185113067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/2003/12/fading-summer-fades-with-me-and-reason.html' title=''/><author><name>maladr0It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957927157514628856</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902969.post-107069060608755976</id><published>2003-12-06T01:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-06T01:04:14.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>great site: www.emotioneric.com"Sleeping In Absence"say it isnt youthe moonlight cascading on the waterglowing in the nightwaking up my dreamsi wish i could hold you right nowbut you're so far awayyeah you're so far awayyou know i never knewthe way you would just break me downblowing in the windshaking up my dreamsi wish i could touch you right nowbut you're so far awayyeah, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/feeds/107069060608755976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5902969&amp;postID=107069060608755976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/107069060608755976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/107069060608755976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/2003/12/great-site-www.html' title=''/><author><name>maladr0It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957927157514628856</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902969.post-107030646748854408</id><published>2003-12-01T14:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T14:21:17.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>saw neotaerik practiced... damn fine job. they should rock this hizouse.  "Neglecting the Fine Print"hey there big starcome down from your clouddon't you even fuckin think you'll get out of here somehowi've been dying you've been so proudlook at me, look at yourself, who do you think is dying nowi just wish that something in here was missingi just wish that that something was youi </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902969.post-107017040182127441</id><published>2003-11-30T00:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-30T00:34:46.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>thanksgiving break, so haven't had time to postage, but here you are."Lunacy"im blinded by the moonlightwhile tryin to find more starsto gaze at while im waitin for youim too tired to thinkand the sun will never come upif it acts at all like you doi'll be the moon and you be the sunand we'll take place during the dayi'll go down and you stay upand when night comes and we pass i'll </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/feeds/107017040182127441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5902969&amp;postID=107017040182127441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/107017040182127441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/107017040182127441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/2003/11/thanksgiving-break-so-havent-had-time.html' title=''/><author><name>maladr0It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957927157514628856</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902969.post-106961570994606269</id><published>2003-11-23T14:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T14:28:37.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok this paper is so damn boring!"Photo Album For The Broken Hearted"pictures say a thousand wordsi could write about yours foreveris that a real smile?sometimes i wish i knew betteri cant see this happeningand its killing me slowlyi hope its not happeningwith you knowinglybut how could i be sureyour picture doesnt say a worddont fade awaythe only memory i have of you todaywont </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/feeds/106961570994606269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5902969&amp;postID=106961570994606269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/106961570994606269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/106961570994606269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/2003/11/ok-this-paper-is-so-damn-boring-photo.html' title=''/><author><name>maladr0It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957927157514628856</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902969.post-106961157147367134</id><published>2003-11-23T13:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T13:19:39.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>got bored while writing a 5 page paper...damn college.  can't wait for thanksgiving. breaks = good. anyway, while i was bored i wrote this: "Disappear"i've got something herewell at least i thought i didit must've disappearedalong with all my decent thoughts of youbecause now all i can think ofare the things you did to make me breakand now all i'm on the brink ofis nothing less than a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/feeds/106961157147367134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5902969&amp;postID=106961157147367134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/106961157147367134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/106961157147367134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/2003/11/got-bored-while-writing-5-page-paper.html' title=''/><author><name>maladr0It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957927157514628856</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902969.post-106939918754625252</id><published>2003-11-21T02:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T02:19:54.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the internet was down all yesterday. stupid temple. anyway, i was gonna post this, but i couldn't :)"Waving The White Flag Goodbye"dont worry about anything i'll find a way to be okaywe'll talk every now and then and not know what to saywe'll see each otheron my winter breakswe'll smile but wonder what each other thinksi think your smiles never meant a thingsomehow i knew it would end</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/feeds/106939918754625252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5902969&amp;postID=106939918754625252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/106939918754625252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/106939918754625252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/2003/11/internet-was-down-all-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>maladr0It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957927157514628856</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902969.post-106918893197495895</id><published>2003-11-18T15:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T15:55:38.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i changed the lyrics around to "between midnight and madnes" (see nov 17) and i wrote music for it.  its kinda a deep, heavy, rock song and im thinkin possible astatic song. anyway, heres the new lyrics, if i get around to it...i will record acoustically the music for it."Between Midnight and Madness"hello telephonering just one more timelet it be herto ease my mindim wondering too much</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/feeds/106918893197495895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5902969&amp;postID=106918893197495895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/106918893197495895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/106918893197495895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/2003/11/i-changed-lyrics-around-to-between.html' title=''/><author><name>maladr0It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957927157514628856</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902969.post-106917362774812322</id><published>2003-11-18T11:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T11:40:34.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hello all.  if u want a good story, check out dematt's blogas for me, english class is sooooo boring. luckily its cancelled on thursday. anyway, don't ever watch "the watermelon woman", worst movie ever. (we had to watch it in eng and yay today we discussed it!) instead of paying attention, i wrote this. cya"Headache"there's too much in my mind todayi need to clear it alli need to push </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/feeds/106917362774812322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5902969&amp;postID=106917362774812322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/106917362774812322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/106917362774812322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/2003/11/hello-all.html' title=''/><author><name>maladr0It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957927157514628856</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902969.post-106904868614048447</id><published>2003-11-17T00:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T00:58:11.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>damn this feeling.here you go."Between Midnight and Madness"hello telephonering just one more timelet it be herto ease my mindim wondering too muchof where she's beenbut wherever i knowit was without mehello tvplay just one more showthe one about heartbreakso i dont feel so aloneim wondering too muchof what she thinksbut whatever i knowit is without mesome things i just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/feeds/106904868614048447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5902969&amp;postID=106904868614048447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/106904868614048447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/106904868614048447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/2003/11/damn-this-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>maladr0It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957927157514628856</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902969.post-106902807881875067</id><published>2003-11-16T19:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T19:14:45.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i went home this weekend. good time. saw the matrix. it was alright i guess. nothing beats the first one though. wrote this over the weekend.."Wishing Anterograde"and you break the path to my hearttrampling over every partand i needed you more than i did yesterdayand i don't know why or what to sayit's dark outside and i'm searching for lightbecause somewhere out there i know it's not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/feeds/106902807881875067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5902969&amp;postID=106902807881875067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/106902807881875067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/106902807881875067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/2003/11/i-went-home-this-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>maladr0It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957927157514628856</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902969.post-106884659708842601</id><published>2003-11-14T16:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T16:50:02.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i stumbled upon this unfinished song and decided to finish it.  so here you are:"Prose And Cons"the darkness outside swells the room and comes over meanother night like this, please someone, save memy mind speaks words of prose and poetry but my mouth says words that fall unimportantlyundo me please, i'm already falling apartlet me unravel and end this nowtheres no sound, except for my</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/feeds/106884659708842601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5902969&amp;postID=106884659708842601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/106884659708842601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/106884659708842601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/2003/11/i-stumbled-upon-this-unfinished-song.html' title=''/><author><name>maladr0It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957927157514628856</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902969.post-106858606469831042</id><published>2003-11-11T16:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T16:27:49.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i recorded "lost philosophy" today, if u want a copy, just msg me (havoc2416 - aim) and i will try me best to send it to u. if u dont know what song im talking about, refer to the archives on the side panel and somewhere in there u should find the lyrics.cheers</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/feeds/106858606469831042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5902969&amp;postID=106858606469831042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/106858606469831042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/106858606469831042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/2003/11/i-recorded-lost-philosophy-today-if-u.html' title=''/><author><name>maladr0It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957927157514628856</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902969.post-106839850213879688</id><published>2003-11-09T12:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-09T12:29:09.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>tried to fool around with photoshop the other day...i dont know what im doing with that program. but u can see some stuff i made (mostly with angryblue.com's brush set to get me started and more familiar with ps7), and theyre up on my deviantart page</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/feeds/106839850213879688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5902969&amp;postID=106839850213879688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/106839850213879688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/106839850213879688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/2003/11/tried-to-fool-around-with-photoshop.html' title=''/><author><name>maladr0It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957927157514628856</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902969.post-106833936710597072</id><published>2003-11-08T19:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-08T19:56:11.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>here's a new one:"Unaddressed"this will never get to you i knowa destination never reached, but so what i could keep it all inthis will never get through to you, i knowthe best creation hard to breach, but so what i could keep it all thenive done it so faruncared and unaddressed i'll find a way for you to best hear what i have to sayunfair and so oppressed by an unkind heart from you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/feeds/106833936710597072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5902969&amp;postID=106833936710597072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/106833936710597072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/106833936710597072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/2003/11/heres-new-one-unaddressed-this-will.html' title=''/><author><name>maladr0It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957927157514628856</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902969.post-106827571497412349</id><published>2003-11-08T02:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-08T02:15:19.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>workin on some new stuff...i need more time. but keep checkin, i should have some stuff up hopefully soon. i dont know what to say, so goodnight. :\</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/feeds/106827571497412349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5902969&amp;postID=106827571497412349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/106827571497412349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/106827571497412349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/2003/11/workin-on-some-new-stuff.html' title=''/><author><name>maladr0It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957927157514628856</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902969.post-106818131283794480</id><published>2003-11-07T00:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T00:01:56.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sup homes....my schedule is gonna suck next semester!!! i only have two classes right now scheduled and a shitload of classes are already full...it sucks. oh well, here you go friends."Escape"finally i have somewhere to escape these words totheyve been trapped in me longing for releasebuilding up inside and looking for the way outslipping past my tongue i cant stop them nowwhen i get </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/feeds/106818131283794480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5902969&amp;postID=106818131283794480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/106818131283794480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/106818131283794480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/2003/11/sup-homes.html' title=''/><author><name>maladr0It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957927157514628856</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902969.post-106809637918446921</id><published>2003-11-06T00:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T00:28:36.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>owlnet sucks...scheduling classes sucks...temple's whole internet sucks...this sucks...i wrote this while waiting forever to accomplish nothing in an attempt to schedule for spring semester. "Anomaly of an Anomie"underneath the light contrasting with my mind i'd like to know, how are you feeling?because i'd feel it all before i'd feel anything from you.we all have eyes, so just for once, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/feeds/106809637918446921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5902969&amp;postID=106809637918446921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/106809637918446921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/106809637918446921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/2003/11/owlnet-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>maladr0It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957927157514628856</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902969.post-106798514625326044</id><published>2003-11-04T17:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T17:32:29.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this song is sad.  so here goes, i worked at subway with mike wagner.  he died and i had to work the next day, it sucked bc everyone was sad and/or crying so it wasn't fun.  they photocopied a picture of him winning a subway contest and handed one out to everyone.  i went out to my car on my break and wrote this song on the back of it.  i still keep it in my car."Fallen Hero"it was bad enough</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/feeds/106798514625326044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5902969&amp;postID=106798514625326044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/106798514625326044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/106798514625326044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/2003/11/this-song-is-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>maladr0It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957927157514628856</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902969.post-106790852318235491</id><published>2003-11-03T20:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T20:19:32.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>picked a random song from the old vault............................i need to start writing more i think, i keep reading the older ones and i think they suck lol, but some arent too bad i guess.  how bout u guys start posting some opinions in the forum to help me out here!!!!"Treading"sitting here everyone looks the same.im sure you've felt this way,sometime, before, somewhere, someday.i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/feeds/106790852318235491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5902969&amp;postID=106790852318235491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/106790852318235491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/106790852318235491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/2003/11/picked-random-song-from-old-vault.html' title=''/><author><name>maladr0It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957927157514628856</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902969.post-106763868841925129</id><published>2003-10-31T17:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-31T17:18:10.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i wrote this today (5:17pm)...it has music and one of these days i'll get around to recording it.don't forget to keep an eye out for astatic's reunion with hopeful guest Neotaerik"Lost Philosophy"i feel like we started off on the wrong foot with you i'm falling, lost my balance when you came aroundto say hello or was it goodbye i cant remembermy memory has got me completelyall wrong and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/feeds/106763868841925129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5902969&amp;postID=106763868841925129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/106763868841925129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/106763868841925129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/2003/10/i-wrote-this-today-517pm.html' title=''/><author><name>maladr0It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957927157514628856</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902969.post-106755074576821655</id><published>2003-10-30T16:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-30T16:52:27.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>soo...i dont know if any of u have checked mine or joes profile on aim, but.....ASTATIC IS HAVING A REUNION CONCERTchristmas break, details will be revealed later as we have no idea as to when, where, or what we are doing exactly.it should be a good time though.well farewell friends</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/feeds/106755074576821655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5902969&amp;postID=106755074576821655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/106755074576821655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/106755074576821655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/2003/10/soo.html' title=''/><author><name>maladr0It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957927157514628856</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902969.post-106739638364771535</id><published>2003-10-28T21:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T21:59:44.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i was late for my teacher conference today as i got sidetracked jamming with my roommate who brought his bass down from home.  i ran over there and if being late wasn't enough i couldn't breathe.  thank you asthma.well.... this is funny: cowwrote this today at 9:48 pm when i shouldve been studying....oh well, school's not important."Anthem For The Determined"i know you don't care nowi </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/feeds/106739638364771535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5902969&amp;postID=106739638364771535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/106739638364771535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/106739638364771535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/2003/10/i-was-late-for-my-teacher-conference.html' title=''/><author><name>maladr0It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957927157514628856</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902969.post-106732097335752536</id><published>2003-10-28T01:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T01:02:54.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THIS JUST INto ease the access to my songs, my good compadre gerald heffner uploaded my mp3s to his site...check them out here: my songsthanks a lot to heffner for helping me out with this little project.p.s. post your thoughts about them in the forum! thanks</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902969.post-106731315205657119</id><published>2003-10-27T22:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-27T22:52:33.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i think im gonna make some music for this one.  i kinda like it.  - tell me what you think! post in the forum!"The Daily Routine Of The Lonely Man"the rain pours and its another dayas all my dreams are washed awayslowly down the window panemy dreams are gone as i awakeand the sun rises againand i wonder howbecause i can't seem to do it nowim lying here, i can barely seeand i wonder </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/feeds/106731315205657119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5902969&amp;postID=106731315205657119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/106731315205657119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/106731315205657119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/2003/10/i-think-im-gonna-make-some-music-for.html' title=''/><author><name>maladr0It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957927157514628856</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902969.post-106730486507692990</id><published>2003-10-27T20:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-27T20:34:25.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this one has been recorded."Sitcom Without A Name"theres no use for me.why am i here?constant misery.my best frienddoesnt even know my name.who am i kidding?who am i kidding?everythings downhill again.im picking up speed til i hit the end.its coming soon i can feel it.under my feet it will all give out.i'll fall again..theres no point for me,just a waste;someones primetime </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/feeds/106730486507692990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5902969&amp;postID=106730486507692990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/106730486507692990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/106730486507692990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/2003/10/this-one-has-been-recorded.html' title=''/><author><name>maladr0It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957927157514628856</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902969.post-106720884937074814</id><published>2003-10-26T17:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-26T21:21:47.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"The Boy Trapped In The Well"there's nothing hereyou're wasting your timei mean well but i don't sound rightand i wish i didbut where does wishing take youdown the wellwhere everyone mistakes youive been searching for sunlightlooking for somethingbut looking in the dark isn't really workingand ive been fighting gravity looking for a way outbut for so long now ive only looked down</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902969.post-106719704254098680</id><published>2003-10-26T14:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-26T15:12:01.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>alright, i want to hear from you people...post some shiznit in the forum or sign the guestbook. ;)here's an oldie of mine"A Reason to Being"i thought i could live without uand i went one daywithout ur tender lullabieswithout ur melodiesits hard to never hear uwhen ur all i listen forur always there to show the wayand politely hold the doorthink of this as just a testand take </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/feeds/106719704254098680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5902969&amp;postID=106719704254098680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/106719704254098680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/106719704254098680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/2003/10/alright-i-want-to-hear-from-you-people.html' title=''/><author><name>maladr0It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957927157514628856</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902969.post-106711265880286514</id><published>2003-10-25T16:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-25T16:11:26.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this was the last astatic song written.."Desolate Breath"throw ur life awaysee what i careflush ur future downdo what u darei am tired ofur selfish waysdont come cry to mewhen ur vitality fadesjust know that it takes more than that to get to methe clock ticks down every wasted second when u breathewhat happened to youthe girl i knewu disappoint mewith the things u doi cant </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/feeds/106711265880286514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5902969&amp;postID=106711265880286514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/106711265880286514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/106711265880286514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/2003/10/this-was-last-astatic-song-written.html' title=''/><author><name>maladr0It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957927157514628856</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902969.post-106701103632747798</id><published>2003-10-24T11:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-24T11:58:58.970-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i came across this today while searching for something to put up here...its an older one, but i like the chorus."Stubborn"i think about u sometimesit makes the days pass byharderi can't stay occupiedur always on my minddays have passedbut not very fastcan i lastwithout u?why can't u listen to me?i need u to hearur so self-absorbedu should find a mirrornow look at urselfsee </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/feeds/106701103632747798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5902969&amp;postID=106701103632747798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/106701103632747798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/106701103632747798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/2003/10/i-came-across-this-today-while.html' title=''/><author><name>maladr0It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957927157514628856</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902969.post-106693285296206133</id><published>2003-10-23T14:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-11-09T12:20:32.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i took this picture at a lan party and its currently up on heffner's page       figured its such a good picture i should throw it up here.  this isnt a fake picture, its the real deal g.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/feeds/106693285296206133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5902969&amp;postID=106693285296206133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/106693285296206133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/106693285296206133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/2003/10/i-took-this-picture-at-lan-party-and.html' title=''/><author><name>maladr0It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957927157514628856</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902969.post-106692579557097762</id><published>2003-10-23T12:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T14:17:55.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yo G'si started this bad boy in math class...my class is so easy its great. our midterm was equivalent to one mrs benz quiz AND with a formula sheet...it rulesno title either, so if you have some ideas for one, just post itfeed my inconsistency be the air i breathei recognize everyonebut they don't know mehow long will this go onhow long can you stay alivei notice everyonebut you're </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/feeds/106692579557097762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5902969&amp;postID=106692579557097762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/106692579557097762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/106692579557097762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/2003/10/yo-gs-i-started-this-bad-boy-in-math.html' title=''/><author><name>maladr0It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957927157514628856</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902969.post-106687814744920476</id><published>2003-10-22T23:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T23:02:27.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>by request:"Just Another No One"ur just another person to talk behind my back.im just a bullitten board thats covered in tacks.so fill me up with ur teen dream letters of discontentand stick holes in me until theres nothing left. ur just another person to stride into my life.im just a dry-erase board with nothing to confide.so fill me up with drama queen lies of the love u never hadand</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/feeds/106687814744920476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5902969&amp;postID=106687814744920476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/106687814744920476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/106687814744920476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/2003/10/by-request-just-another-no-one-ur-just.html' title=''/><author><name>maladr0It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957927157514628856</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902969.post-106687715075781703</id><published>2003-10-22T22:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T22:46:13.790-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Fool The World"lay it all out.tell me how you really feel.we're fake enough to fool the worldso let's do it together baby.there's nothing like disappearing,so let's go all out and throw it all away.i threw it all away years ago.i'll do it again just for you,if you want me to.i know you don't,but i'll be there anyway.can't you feel me?can't you feel?we're fake enough to rule the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/feeds/106687715075781703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5902969&amp;postID=106687715075781703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/106687715075781703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/106687715075781703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/2003/10/fool-world-lay-it-all-out.html' title=''/><author><name>maladr0It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957927157514628856</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902969.post-106687595338052359</id><published>2003-10-22T22:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T22:25:53.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i had these lyrics in the astatic days and me and joe worked on it, but then we didnt do anything with it...so it was almost an astatic song."Nebular Dreams"looking around me everydaysitting in this lonely spacestaring at the stars all nightwishing i could take a flightcause everyone's lost in oblivioni sit here waiting just for someoneto take me away, i need a changewhy can't i leave </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/feeds/106687595338052359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5902969&amp;postID=106687595338052359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/106687595338052359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/106687595338052359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/2003/10/i-had-these-lyrics-in-astatic-days-and.html' title=''/><author><name>maladr0It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957927157514628856</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902969.post-106686230432657569</id><published>2003-10-22T18:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T18:38:23.980-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yo g's.  i had another exam in criminal justice today...it was hard as shit. :nothing interesting has happened lately (like always)  but eury did bring a super nes to the dorm and we've been kickin it old skool.pavlick showed me this site: srowhat you do is type in someones number, type a msg and then someone at sprint calls that number and reads the msg to the person whose number you entered</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/feeds/106686230432657569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5902969&amp;postID=106686230432657569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/106686230432657569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/106686230432657569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/2003/10/yo-gs.html' title=''/><author><name>maladr0It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957927157514628856</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902969.post-106676467609299501</id><published>2003-10-21T15:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T15:32:53.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>boy howdy it's been awhile.  didn't update in about a week because i had nothing to say, had to much work to do, and went home for the weekend...i'm sure you were all devastated.  does anyone read this shit anyway? here's a few songs to make up for my lazinesshow about some metaphors?"Brainstorm"i am caught in a tornado.these high-mile winds capture the essenceof ur behavior.i am </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/feeds/106676467609299501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5902969&amp;postID=106676467609299501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/106676467609299501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/106676467609299501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/2003/10/boy-howdy-its-been-awhile.html' title=''/><author><name>maladr0It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957927157514628856</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902969.post-106619104137179272</id><published>2003-10-15T00:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-15T00:10:59.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>funny:GTA4Real</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/feeds/106619104137179272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5902969&amp;postID=106619104137179272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/106619104137179272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/106619104137179272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/2003/10/funny-gta4real.html' title=''/><author><name>maladr0It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957927157514628856</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902969.post-106616867422805289</id><published>2003-10-14T17:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T21:59:09.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>nothing fun happened today, it was boring, but my english teacher and math teacher both let us out early today which was coolheres a song. i wrote this yesterdaythe autumn of 03feelin like i wanna go.feelin like theres nowhere.feelin like i knowur just pretending to care.it took me so long to realize this was wrong.it took me so long to realize you were wrong.feelin like i had </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/feeds/106616867422805289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5902969&amp;postID=106616867422805289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/106616867422805289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/106616867422805289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/2003/10/nothing-fun-happened-today-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>maladr0It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957927157514628856</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902969.post-106609096891134781</id><published>2003-10-13T20:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T20:26:29.973-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>great news...I Love the 80s will be returning to vh1 on the 20th (next monday)!its gonna be awesome.more canadian connections...boldly go where no man wants to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/feeds/106609096891134781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5902969&amp;postID=106609096891134781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/106609096891134781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/106609096891134781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/2003/10/great-news.html' title=''/><author><name>maladr0It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957927157514628856</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902969.post-106607346819244942</id><published>2003-10-13T15:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T15:31:43.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>homework=not funtoday was boring, i had to interview a teacher for my freshman seminar class...why did i pick the most talkative teacher i have? simple, i'm an idiot.nothing else to say, so song time. its been recorded as well...if u want ;)"My Ghost"i dont care about anything tonightgoin to my bed to dieonly for a few minutes, til some sparks flyin my mind and i dream of youthese </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/feeds/106607346819244942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5902969&amp;postID=106607346819244942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/106607346819244942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/106607346819244942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/2003/10/homeworknot-fun-today-was-boring-i-had.html' title=''/><author><name>maladr0It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957927157514628856</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902969.post-106599497791647367</id><published>2003-10-12T17:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-12T17:42:57.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>good news, the eagles lost.  sorry moore. :)i can't wait to go home for hafey's homecoming. i heard a bunch of people are comin home that weekend and it will be great to see everyone again. if you're not planning on coming home that weekend, you suck and should start planning. i'm really bored and too tired/lazy to think of anything so i'll post a song. this song is a love ballad type deal. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/feeds/106599497791647367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5902969&amp;postID=106599497791647367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/106599497791647367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/106599497791647367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/2003/10/good-news-eagles-lost.html' title=''/><author><name>maladr0It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957927157514628856</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902969.post-106583077270827187</id><published>2003-10-10T20:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-10T20:06:12.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>nothing really to say today either, except i woke up really sick this morning and took some medicine and couldn't stay awake in my first class and didn't bother trying to in my second one, so i slept all day instead. im feeling better now though. tomorrow is the homecoming game followed by the sixers game..should be sexcellent.  nothing else to say so i'll post some lyrics..enjoy.this is a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/feeds/106583077270827187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5902969&amp;postID=106583077270827187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/106583077270827187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/106583077270827187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/2003/10/nothing-really-to-say-today-either.html' title=''/><author><name>maladr0It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957927157514628856</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902969.post-106582089196658569</id><published>2003-10-10T17:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-10T17:21:31.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>some people just shouldn't live.piebadger mushroom</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/feeds/106582089196658569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5902969&amp;postID=106582089196658569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/106582089196658569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/106582089196658569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/2003/10/some-people-just-shouldnt-live.html' title=''/><author><name>maladr0It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957927157514628856</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902969.post-106576222092084153</id><published>2003-10-10T01:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-10T01:03:55.500-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>if only i could afford it..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/feeds/106576222092084153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5902969&amp;postID=106576222092084153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/106576222092084153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/106576222092084153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/2003/10/if-only-i-could-afford-it.html' title=''/><author><name>maladr0It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957927157514628856</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902969.post-106574862073053762</id><published>2003-10-09T21:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-09T21:17:00.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/feeds/106574862073053762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5902969&amp;postID=106574862073053762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/106574862073053762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/106574862073053762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/2003/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>maladr0It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957927157514628856</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902969.post-106574740382616691</id><published>2003-10-09T20:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-09T20:56:44.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>nothing interesting happened today, except this:mack daddy mariowell, i have nothing to say today, so here's a song...it's kind of weird, but for awhile i was all into and about weird lyrics..i liked the idea of writing things that would make one think about what it meant and also ones that would give different readers/listeners different interpretations.  just something to make you think, you</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902969.post-106571695170966270</id><published>2003-10-09T12:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-09T12:29:11.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Goonies 2oh we can only hope.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/feeds/106571695170966270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5902969&amp;postID=106571695170966270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/106571695170966270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/106571695170966270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/2003/10/goonies-2-oh-we-can-only-hope.html' title=''/><author><name>maladr0It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957927157514628856</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902969.post-106566402330158687</id><published>2003-10-08T21:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-08T21:51:41.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>last night i tried to mess with my computer and well...messed it up.  i had to format and reinstall windows, etc...it was a bitch, but luckily everything was backed up.  nothing exciting happened today, had two classes, both were boring. :) good news, tomorrow morning my english class is cancelled so i get to sleep in...at least until my math class at 1010.  i dont really have anything to say </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/feeds/106566402330158687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5902969&amp;postID=106566402330158687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/106566402330158687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902969/posts/default/106566402330158687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maladr0it.blogspot.com/2003/10/last-night-i-tried-to-mess-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>maladr0It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957927157514628856</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>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
