<?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-6437911</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:52:36.422-04:00</updated><title type='text'>N/A (Not Alive)</title><subtitle type='html'>......fuckoff.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>the-tmasta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>413</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6437911.post-116769579105597835</id><published>2007-01-01T18:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T18:56:31.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>UGH</title><content type='html'>this sucks. i know i can't have her and she knows i can't have her but she refuses to end it here. it&lt;br /&gt;just drags on like some cruel game -- this must be the manifestation of all the bad karma i've&lt;br /&gt;accumulated in my life.&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying to keep civil conversation but its not working. i should just give up and leave and save&lt;br /&gt;her and myself from all of this.&lt;br /&gt;even i don't trust myself to make her happy, and thats what she needs now. even i can't tell her i&lt;br /&gt;won't be a dick in 4-5 weeks from now, and break up with her and make her feel like shit.&lt;br /&gt;i won't ever compare, or help, or be anything but a puppeteer and a womanizer.&lt;br /&gt;Shes mad at me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437911-116769579105597835?l=spikesandchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/feeds/116769579105597835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437911&amp;postID=116769579105597835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/116769579105597835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/116769579105597835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/2007/01/ugh.html' title='UGH'/><author><name>the-tmasta</name><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-6437911.post-116407403391558064</id><published>2006-11-20T20:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T20:53:53.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>fucking assholes, all of em</title><content type='html'>Today fucking sucked.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up and I was cold 'n I felt like shit. Rode the bus and listened to the new D CD. Its the shit, obviously. Bitch.&lt;br /&gt;I got to fucking school and I wasn't speaking to Lauren, cause she hates the D. I was pissed. We walked to speedway and did the usual shit. Went to first hour, it was boring. Usual shit.&lt;br /&gt;Second hour rolls around, Craig's bein a dick. He was in one of those fuckin moods  where he does annoying shit to everybody. Like coloring on their hair/pants/arm. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Asshole.&lt;/span&gt; and that put me in a bad mood. So algebra is over and I go to homeroom. I just kinda sit there and chill out, trying to feel better. No way, man.&lt;br /&gt;Third hour comes, and I just kind of ignore Lauren/Ilyssa because I DON'T WANT TO FUCKING TALK TO ANYONE, DAMN FUCKERRRRRS.&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was kinda funny. That dumb bitch Gahlea put fucking smoothie on Omar and we called her a bitch probably around 8984758945 times. Fuck her.&lt;br /&gt;Fourth hour was just usual shit. Zak was sick and I was bored.&lt;br /&gt;Fifth hour, well. It drops in front of my face like a heaping pile of evil shit. EVERYONE KEEPS TALKING TO ME. WTF. CAN YOU NOT FUCKING TELL I'M IN A HORRIBLE MOOD?&lt;br /&gt;Cierra is on me, Craig keeps making jokes about how he colored my hair. Julia keeps asking why I'm pissed and Chris is the only one with the fucking sense to leave me alone. MR. HARVEY BITCHES AT ME ABOUT HAVING MY FEET OUTSIDE THE DESK? I was about to say "CAN YOU NOT TELL I AM SIX FEET TALL AND MY LEGS DO NOT FIT IN THESE DESKS?!" I restrained myself, luckily. I trekked to sixth hour full of fucking merriment and man. It fucking sucked. Fortunately, no one was fucking with me and I just chilled out.&lt;br /&gt;Point is, LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE WHEN I'M IN A BAD MOOD.&lt;br /&gt;thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437911-116407403391558064?l=spikesandchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/feeds/116407403391558064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437911&amp;postID=116407403391558064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/116407403391558064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/116407403391558064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/2006/11/fucking-assholes-all-of-em.html' title='fucking assholes, all of em'/><author><name>the-tmasta</name><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-6437911.post-116338369283437940</id><published>2006-11-12T21:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T21:08:12.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LPgothLP (8:52:36 PM): yea i know&lt;br /&gt;LPgothLP (8:52:39 PM): thats fudges up.&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx (8:52:47 PM): yeah.&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx (8:52:58 PM): this world history paper is a pain in the ass.&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx (8:53:04 PM): and i haven't started it yett.&lt;br /&gt;LPgothLP (8:53:42 PM): im doing it now.&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx (8:53:49 PM): yeah.&lt;br /&gt;LPgothLP (8:54:19 PM): IT SHOULDNT BE THAT HARD.&lt;br /&gt;LPgothLP (8:54:24 PM): minus those capital letters&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx (8:54:31 PM): its just a big pain in the ass..&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx (8:54:49 PM): like, that english paper, no problemo, i can do that easily and i'll have it done soon.&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx (8:54:52 PM): this world history paper..man&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx (8:54:53 PM): shit.&lt;br /&gt;LPgothLP (8:55:44 PM): its easy&lt;br /&gt;LPgothLP (8:55:52 PM): but its gotta be a pain iin the ass&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx (8:55:59 PM): ;/&lt;br /&gt;LPgothLP (8:56:04 PM): he couldve given us maybe 2 days longer&lt;br /&gt;LPgothLP (8:56:11 PM): that would've been ALOT better.&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx (8:56:15 PM): exactly.&lt;br /&gt;LPgothLP (8:56:22 PM): not even class days to work on it.&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx (8:56:23 PM): he takes fucking a week or so to grade binders..&lt;br /&gt;LPgothLP (8:56:25 PM): just to turn it in.&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx (8:56:39 PM): but a 7 paragraph paper in a weekend is no problem.&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx (8:56:45 PM): ugh.&lt;br /&gt;LPgothLP (8:56:55 PM): i guess.&lt;br /&gt;LPgothLP (8:57:10 PM): i don't like the reading the 6th chapter&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx (8:57:16 PM): yeah..&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx (8:57:23 PM): i hate how he never explains ANYTHING&lt;br /&gt;LPgothLP (8:57:27 PM): i know&lt;br /&gt;LPgothLP (8:57:29 PM): but again&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx (8:57:32 PM): i can't get information from the book, its too fucking dry and boring&lt;br /&gt;LPgothLP (8:57:33 PM): the Mayans.&lt;br /&gt;LPgothLP (8:57:42 PM): how many fucking times have we studied them?&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx (8:57:47 PM): too fucking many.&lt;br /&gt;LPgothLP (8:57:57 PM): exactly&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx (8:58:04 PM): i'm talking about the whole book in general, tho.&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx (8:58:09 PM): hes just a lazy asshole.&lt;br /&gt;LPgothLP (8:58:10 PM): and i don't think the fact taht the guys blookletted from their dicks&lt;br /&gt;LPgothLP (8:58:14 PM): is very important&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx (8:58:17 PM): yeah, really.&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx (8:58:18 PM): owch.&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx (8:58:45 PM): but still. the point is..mr. harvey sucks. the book sucks.&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx (8:58:53 PM): and world history AP is a class for faggots and sailors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conversations are so much easier to post, because  its things i've already said.&lt;br /&gt;sorry. read my life and analyze me. tell me what you think.&lt;br /&gt;BLACK.HERETIC666@GMAIL.COM&lt;br /&gt;do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437911-116338369283437940?l=spikesandchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/feeds/116338369283437940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437911&amp;postID=116338369283437940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/116338369283437940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/116338369283437940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/2006/11/lpgothlp-85236-pm-yea-i-know-lpgothlp.html' title=''/><author><name>the-tmasta</name><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-6437911.post-116304087349457362</id><published>2006-11-08T21:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T21:54:33.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i won't let you fall apart</title><content type='html'>WRRRRRRRRRRRRRYYYYYYYYYYY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pronounced - Reeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;Bitches.&lt;br /&gt;4chan is down..and I dance to the song on it. Supposedly its up tomorrow. I doubt it -- PartyVan is imminent.&lt;br /&gt;Or if you're a 7channer, 7chan catamar&amp;.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craig owned me, I think.&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx (9:40:28 PM): my locker got jammed today..&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx (9:40:36 PM): therefore, i missed my bus and i still didn't get it open&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx (9:40:40 PM): so i have none of my homework to do&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx (9:40:43 PM): therefore, I'M FUCKED&lt;br /&gt;LPgothLP (9:41:22 PM): ok&lt;br /&gt;LPgothLP (9:41:26 PM): thats gay&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx (9:41:28 PM): yeah.&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx (9:41:42 PM): for whatever reason..i just don't care&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx (9:41:49 PM): ever since school started, my ambitions have just dropped&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx (9:41:54 PM): i have no motivation to do ANYTHING&lt;br /&gt;LPgothLP (9:43:08 PM): lmfao&lt;br /&gt;LPgothLP (9:43:14 PM): except take vicodin?&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx (9:43:22 PM): that requires no energy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. Seriously. I possess..no ambition. At all. I'm just so fucking tired, all the time. And when I get enough sleep, I'm still tired. I don't get to sleep in on weekends much anymore, 'cause of work and I just can't sleep like I used to. I can't sleep 12, 13 hours in a night like I used to. Does anyone read this?&lt;br /&gt;No. Silence is a no. A lack of digital content blasting across INTARNET TUBES 11!11!!! (lurk moar, douche) means I have no readers. Then why all of these posts?&lt;br /&gt;This is my 418th post. Almost two years of blogging. (February is the anniversary month, I believe.)&lt;br /&gt;I don't have much to say. I mean, this is done. I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;'Cept not. This blog is a looking glass into how I've changed and how I've stayed the same. Its a time capsule of sorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gooooooooooood night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437911-116304087349457362?l=spikesandchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/feeds/116304087349457362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437911&amp;postID=116304087349457362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/116304087349457362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/116304087349457362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-wont-let-you-fall-apart.html' title='i won&apos;t let you fall apart'/><author><name>the-tmasta</name><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-6437911.post-116225364920204185</id><published>2006-10-30T19:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T19:14:09.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lookin' back, it was easy..</title><content type='html'>So, here is an interesting conversation between Stephanie and I.&lt;br /&gt;St3phii Ann (6:48:25 PM): im bored.&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx (6:48:32 PM): who isn't?&lt;br /&gt;St3phii Ann (6:48:38 PM): mann i never talk to you about n e thing.&lt;br /&gt;St3phii Ann (6:48:47 PM): whatta ya think when people call ya boring.?&lt;br /&gt;St3phii Ann (6:48:57 PM): boring!!taylor is soo boring&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx (6:49:01 PM): i think that its their problem that they don't get me in an interesting mood.&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx (6:49:02 PM): ;/&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx (6:49:11 PM): i'm not going to put forth the energy to be interesting if someone else is boring.&lt;br /&gt;St3phii Ann (6:49:18 PM): lol tryin to blame it on mee&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx (6:49:31 PM): not just you&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx (6:49:35 PM): why do you think i don't talk to alicia?&lt;br /&gt;St3phii Ann (6:49:36 PM): u suck u just owned my face off bitch ass&lt;br /&gt;St3phii Ann (6:49:42 PM): lol&lt;br /&gt;St3phii Ann (6:49:58 PM): umm i dont know.you donmt think she interesting or something&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx (6:50:05 PM): shes boring as fuck, and annoying&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx (6:50:11 PM): so i don't like to talk to her.&lt;br /&gt;St3phii Ann (6:50:25 PM): ooo hmm..&lt;br /&gt;St3phii Ann (6:50:33 PM): why does she annoy you..cauz dj?&lt;br /&gt;St3phii Ann (6:51:02 PM): i just realized you were typing in pick!!llol kick ass taylor&lt;br /&gt;St3phii Ann (6:51:11 PM): pink*&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx (6:52:15 PM): its PURPLE&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx (6:52:19 PM): purple and lime greeeeeen&lt;br /&gt;St3phii Ann (6:52:19 PM): hey you!!&lt;br /&gt;St3phii Ann (6:52:27 PM): oooh umm ooops?&lt;br /&gt;St3phii Ann (6:52:33 PM): i only see purple&lt;br /&gt;St3phii Ann (6:52:36 PM): no lime green&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx (6:52:37 PM): no, she just annoys me because if i stop talking shes like..OMG STOP IGNORING MEEEEEEE OMGAOJEAIR&lt;br /&gt;St3phii Ann (6:53:05 PM): lol&lt;br /&gt;St3phii Ann (6:53:15 PM): mayeb cauz she &amp;hearts; yew&lt;br /&gt;St3phii Ann (6:53:24 PM): but im not sure on that one&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx (6:53:38 PM): oh, she probably does.&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx (6:53:45 PM): then again, so do 342597904359435694376 other girls&lt;br /&gt;St3phii Ann (6:53:50 PM): lol&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx (6:53:55 PM): shit gets old as hell after awhile&lt;br /&gt;St3phii Ann (6:54:00 PM): dos she talk to u about DJ at all..??&lt;br /&gt;St3phii Ann (6:54:24 PM): hmmm..u really think thaat many girls love yew&lt;br /&gt;St3phii Ann (6:54:29 PM): cra-zay!!&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx (6:55:04 PM): ;/ i know that many girls love me&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx (6:55:12 PM): no me gusta, i want to be a fuckin..hermit crab&lt;br /&gt;St3phii Ann (6:55:14 PM): uhh my computer is soo damn slow..fuckin dammit&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx (6:55:17 PM): haha.&lt;br /&gt;St3phii Ann (6:55:18 PM): lol&lt;br /&gt;St3phii Ann (6:55:19 PM): ur full of shit&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx (6:55:26 PM): i wish i was&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx (6:55:32 PM): i wouldn't have to be nice to so many people&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx (6:55:34 PM): loll.&lt;br /&gt;St3phii Ann (6:55:37 PM): lol soo interesting..&lt;br /&gt;St3phii Ann (6:55:43 PM): why a crap&lt;br /&gt;St3phii Ann (6:55:48 PM): crab*&lt;br /&gt;St3phii Ann (6:56:01 PM): lol why are you nice to soo may people then if you dont wanna be?&lt;br /&gt;St3phii Ann (6:56:06 PM): huh negro&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx (6:56:16 PM): lmfao&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx (6:56:28 PM): because it means i get sexual favors when i desire them&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx (6:56:30 PM): obviously&lt;br /&gt;St3phii Ann (6:56:48 PM): omg!&lt;br /&gt;St3phii Ann (6:57:15 PM): outta all of that sexual desire..umm wink! lol have you even actually been in love with a chick&lt;br /&gt;St3phii Ann (6:57:27 PM): just wondering on that one lol&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx (6:58:08 PM): eh&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx (6:58:11 PM): one or two, tops&lt;br /&gt;St3phii Ann (6:58:40 PM): lol&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx (6:59:11 PM): hmm.&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx (6:59:14 PM): there was one, mara&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx (6:59:21 PM): who i went out with for awhile..i loved her&lt;br /&gt;St3phii Ann (7:00:06 PM): ooo yeh i think ive heard you talkin about her before&lt;br /&gt;St3phii Ann (7:00:17 PM): yehh well thats coool&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx (7:00:22 PM): and..&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx (7:00:24 PM): well&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx (7:00:45 PM): theres probably a few others who i might of actually loved for like, a night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm horrible. ;x But thats okay, because girls treat me like shit too. We have an equal relationship -- me and that opposite sex thats so adept at ruining a good night or destroying any sum of ego I muster up. '&lt;br /&gt;Go, my children -- listen to Groove Armada. Its good for the soul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437911-116225364920204185?l=spikesandchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/feeds/116225364920204185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437911&amp;postID=116225364920204185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/116225364920204185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/116225364920204185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/2006/10/lookin-back-it-was-easy.html' title='Lookin&apos; back, it was easy..'/><author><name>the-tmasta</name><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-6437911.post-115914979756668846</id><published>2006-09-24T21:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T22:03:17.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was sent for a reason, and I..&lt;u&gt;finally understand, in my own mind&lt;/u&gt;..Could only ask myself, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why oh why?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can't we talk this through, and make things right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. Here, is this site. And it doesn't get much posting. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Lately, its just been a pain. I keep up with kids on myspace because it feels so much more direct, and..well, to be honest. I have a lot more (and much more closer) friends, so its ten times easier to voice what I feel to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are girls. Girls that..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;matter.&lt;/span&gt; Its almost crazy. I can't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;I like them, girlfriend-sort-of-way. AND THEY MATTER TO ME. I want to be happy with a female. I mean, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shit.&lt;/span&gt; This is an improvement, right?&lt;br /&gt;No longer do I play girls for sexual favors in an attempt to fill up some sort of lackluster part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shut up, Taylor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Good night kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437911-115914979756668846?l=spikesandchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/feeds/115914979756668846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437911&amp;postID=115914979756668846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/115914979756668846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/115914979756668846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-was-sent-for-reason-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>the-tmasta</name><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-6437911.post-115843781849650828</id><published>2006-09-16T15:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T16:16:59.850-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so confused.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tmasta xxx (3:49:25 PM): My mom asked me if I was gay today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tmasta xxx (3:49:30 PM): I was extremely offended.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;muff (3:49:36 PM): Aww. &lt;33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tmasta xxx (3:49:48 PM): No, no, you gotta hear the story and then you'll understand just how little sense it makes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;muff(3:50:14 PM): I'm ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tmasta xxx (3:50:28 PM): So, she walks into my room and goes "Taylor, I haven't seen you with a girl for awhile..and, well, we know you used to date a lot of them.." And then she looks at my rainbow-brite hoodie (not even really mine) and goes "Well, we want to know if you're gay."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tmasta xxx (3:50:31 PM): "WHAT THE FUCK?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tmasta xxx (3:50:40 PM): Thats all I could manage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tmasta xxx (3:50:51 PM): I was sitting, playing Pokemon, and all of a sudden my mom asks me if I'm gay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tmasta xxx (3:50:53 PM): UGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;muff (3:51:02 PM): lmao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tmasta xxx (3:51:02 PM): I'm just more pissed that she interrupted my Pokemon, I think. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tmasta xxx (3:51:32 PM): But seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tmasta xxx (3:51:44 PM): Just because I'm taking a break from females doesn't mean I'm turning gay. WTF?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;muff (3:51:53 PM): I'm sorry, it went from, "aww, are you okay?" to that is hilarious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tmasta xxx (3:51:58 PM): Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tmasta xxx (3:52:02 PM): It is hilarious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;muff (3:52:08 PM): Well, right as you IMed me and said that... my hubby IMed me and said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;muff(3:52:12 PM): y (3:49:41 PM): Is it bad that you just kissing me last night felt really weird?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tmasta xxx (3:52:16 PM): LMFAO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;muff(3:52:27 PM): &amp; I think you know HE is gay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tmasta xxx (3:52:34 PM): Eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;muff(3:52:48 PM): My hubby is gay. =\ so anyway. I was kissing him last night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tmasta xxx (3:53:03 PM): Hes gay HxC or bisexualito?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tmasta xxx (3:53:07 PM): Lol. I'M REALLY CONFUSED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;muff (3:53:12 PM): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;x3 (3:49:50 PM): Bad weird?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;y (3:49:51 PM): Since we didn't make out? xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;x3 (3:50:10 PM): I was kinda bummed about that. I'm not tall enough to make out with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;muff (3:53:35 PM): He's gay, not bisexual, but he and I are married, so I kiss him on the cheek and stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tmasta xxx (3:53:52 PM): Now Taylor kind of gets it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;muff(3:53:52 PM): But we always buy those sour straw things and we were doing that lady and the tramp spaghetti thing last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tmasta xxx (3:53:56 PM): Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gay husband, female/straight wife..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOES NOT COMPUTE????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I was going to post a real post..but I have to mow the lawn.&lt;br /&gt;No, really, I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;33&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437911-115843781849650828?l=spikesandchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/feeds/115843781849650828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437911&amp;postID=115843781849650828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/115843781849650828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/115843781849650828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-so-confused.html' title='I&apos;m so confused.'/><author><name>the-tmasta</name><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-6437911.post-115802097021363522</id><published>2006-09-11T18:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T20:37:47.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'>9/11? What the fuck?</title><content type='html'>Okay, so today is 9/11 and I was home sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COINCIDENCE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, when I turned on the television, I was fucking blinded and appauled by the number of "9/11 DOCUMENTARIES ZOMG!!!11!" on the tube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Course,&lt;i&gt;I don't normally watch the television..&lt;/i&gt; But still.&lt;br /&gt;Its stupid.&lt;br /&gt;You wanna know why?&lt;br /&gt;Well, fuck. I guess we'll begin with the definition of a "terrorist," to lay some common Ground Zero (oh, the pun) to start from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from dictionary.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="me"&gt;ter‧ror‧ist&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="pronset"&gt;&lt;span class="show_ipapr" style="display: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pron"&gt;ˈtɛr&lt;img class="luna-Img" src="http://cache.lexico.com/dictionary/graphics/luna/thinsp.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;ər&lt;img class="luna-Img" src="http://cache.lexico.com/dictionary/graphics/luna/thinsp.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;ɪst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a class="pronlink" onclick="pk = window.open('/help/luna/IPA_pron_key.html', 'PronunciationKey','height=700,width=560,left=0,top=0,resizable,scrollbars');if(pk){pk.focus();}" onmouseout="status='';return true;" onmouseover="status='Click for pronunciation key';return true;" title="Click for pronunciation key"&gt;Pronunciation Key&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="pron_toggle" style="display: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="pronlink" onclick="javascript:show_sp()" onmouseout="status='';return true;" onmouseover="status='Click to toggle pronunciation';return true;" title="Click to show spelled pronunciation"&gt;Show Spelled Pronunciation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="show_spellpr" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pron"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ter&lt;/b&gt;-er-ist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="pg"&gt;–noun  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;1.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a person, usually a member of a group, who uses or advocates terrorism.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;2.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a person who terrorizes or frightens others.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;3.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(formerly) a member of a political group in Russia aiming at the demoralization of the government by&lt;/span&gt; terror. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;4.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;an agent or partisan of the revolutionary tribunal during the Reign of Terror in France.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;span class="pg"&gt;–adjective  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;5.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-style: italic;" valign="top"&gt;of, pertaining to, or characteristic of terrorism or terrorists: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;terrorist tactics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. So its pretty much someone that scares someone else for their benefit.&lt;br /&gt;Let us examine the similarities and differences of the "Islamic terrorists" versus "the americans."&lt;br /&gt;Similar traits are in bold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Islamic Terrorists -- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Scare people to gain political power.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Scare people to gain wealth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Murder without second thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Hypocrites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. (are often) Religious fundamentalists (read::extremists)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The American (politicians)--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Scare people to gain political power.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Scare people to gain wealth.&lt;/span&gt; (Through gaining political power..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Murder without second thought.&lt;/span&gt; (The war in Iraq = an eradication, Hiroshima, Vietnam..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Hypocrites&lt;/span&gt; (TO THE EXTREME.)&lt;br /&gt;5. Racists. (IRAQ IS FULL OF TERRORISTS ZOMG!111!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. (are often) Religious fundamentalists (read::extremists)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So, its determined. Most of our politicians (and OUR PRESIDENT, more specifically) are kin to terrorists, and are terrorists themselves. (Oh, the redundancy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I want to elaborate on -- I don't approve of 9/11.&lt;br /&gt;I don't approve of people blowing up people and killing other people for reasons that they are not sure of.&lt;br /&gt;I don't approve of Islam, nor Christianity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do approve of toppling the American empire.&lt;br /&gt;I do approve of people remembering their loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DO NOT APPROVE OF SELLING THE 9/11 TRAGEDY FOR MONEY.&lt;br /&gt;I DO NOT APPROVE OF SELLING THE SILVER FROM THE WTC BUILDINGS AND SELLING IT AS COINS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOST OF ALL, I DO NOT APPROVE OF YOU MEDIA SLUTS SELLING TRAGEDY LIKE BLOWJOBS ON A WALL STREET CORNER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437911-115802097021363522?l=spikesandchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/feeds/115802097021363522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437911&amp;postID=115802097021363522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/115802097021363522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/115802097021363522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/2006/09/911-what-fuck_11.html' title='9/11? What the fuck?'/><author><name>the-tmasta</name><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-6437911.post-115777050297735894</id><published>2006-09-08T22:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T22:55:02.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>treheahej</title><content type='html'>Well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am. Lots of bullshit has occurred in the past while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a job..Got fired. Getting a new job soon.&lt;br /&gt;Started good ol' High Skewl. Its not that bad.&lt;br /&gt;Got a cellphone, turned 15. not in that order.&lt;br /&gt;just..&lt;br /&gt;Been lonely.&lt;br /&gt;This is the worst update ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437911-115777050297735894?l=spikesandchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/feeds/115777050297735894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437911&amp;postID=115777050297735894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/115777050297735894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/115777050297735894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/2006/09/treheahej.html' title='treheahej'/><author><name>the-tmasta</name><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-6437911.post-115086245887831930</id><published>2006-06-20T23:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T00:00:58.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone hit my favorite baby seal with a lead-filled snowshoe.</title><content type='html'>WHY THE FUCK WOULD SOMEONE DO THAT?! (It was a..fur trapper. That asshole.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lolll. Frank Zappa = badass.&lt;br /&gt;;x I'm good. Actually, pretty fucking fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;Talking to..Bailey, Hillary, Katie, and Hannah. and..myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the UG last night. It was fun. I met Brandie and her friend Jenna..Both of which are pretty hot. Hung out with JP and Dianer and Brandie. Rode in some random dude's van with everybody, and went to Taco Bell. Bought Brandie food and bought myself way too many cinnamon twists. (Btw, I ended up giving them all [AND A CARAMEL EMPANADA!] to JP.) Then waited outside (ALONE!! ;x.. ) for my mom to show up. It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, indeed..Here we are -- AT ST. ALPONZO'S PANCAKE BREAKFAST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woooo. Interlude over, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blehh.&lt;br /&gt;Next UG - June 30th. Be there or be..A penis. No, not square. Just a penis.&lt;br /&gt;This weekend, I get to go to Wisconsin. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;;x..HOPEFULLY, nacho libre sometime this week..CBZ Summer Reunion, DAMNIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. I'm out. PEACE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437911-115086245887831930?l=spikesandchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/feeds/115086245887831930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437911&amp;postID=115086245887831930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/115086245887831930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/115086245887831930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/2006/06/someone-hit-my-favorite-baby-seal-with.html' title='Someone hit my favorite baby seal with a lead-filled snowshoe.'/><author><name>the-tmasta</name><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-6437911.post-114969590028461555</id><published>2006-06-07T10:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T11:58:20.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Calling Sister Midnight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Calling Sister Midnight..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm an idiot for you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iggy Pop - Sister Midnight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Iggy Pop. Its fun, its enjoyable, its back when punk was punk and not 'hardcore' (HxC variety) or 'emo' or 'scene'. Because hardcore (HxC variety), emo, and scene are not punk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GIMME SOME SKIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hows everybody been? I'm excited because..school is over. But I'm also saddened to the point of..well, near tears. If only I remembered how to cry..&lt;br /&gt;Ohwell. So, for some cheering up and remembrance of good memories, I want to list the people at my ex-school (GREENE INTERMEDIATE CENTER!) that have just..well, have just been the best group of friends. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;my main homies are..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kelsey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Clint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim&lt;br /&gt;Brooke&lt;br /&gt;Kayla (cano)&lt;br /&gt;Diana&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you all, and I'll miss you all. ;/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437911-114969590028461555?l=spikesandchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/feeds/114969590028461555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437911&amp;postID=114969590028461555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/114969590028461555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/114969590028461555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/2006/06/calling-sister-midnight.html' title='Calling Sister Midnight'/><author><name>the-tmasta</name><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-6437911.post-114887546198100635</id><published>2006-05-28T23:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T00:04:22.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Updation Nation!</title><content type='html'>Quiz time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table border="1" width="450"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You have a sexual IQ of 142&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.quizuniverse.com/brain.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to sex, you are a super genius. You have had a lot of experience, and sex interests you so you know a lot about it. You pride yourself on being a source of information and guidance to all of your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizuniverse.com/quiz.php?id=38"&gt;Take this quiz&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizuniverse.com"&gt;QuizUniverse.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(205, 222, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Seduction Style: The Charmer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(235, 242, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatisyourseductionstylequiz/charmer.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a master at intimate conversation and verbal enticement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seduce with words, by getting people to open up to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By establishing this deep connection quickly, people feel under your power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then you've got them exactly where you want them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatisyourseductionstylequiz/"&gt;What Is Your Seduction Style?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 221, 221);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Have A Type B+ Personality&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a pro at going with the flow&lt;br /&gt;You love to kick back and take in everything life has to offer&lt;br /&gt;A total joy to be around, people crave your stability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you're totally laid back, you can have bouts of hyperactivity.&lt;br /&gt;Get into a project you love, and you won't stop until it's done&lt;br /&gt;You're passionate - just selective about your passions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/doyouhaveatypeapersonalityquiz/"&gt;Do You Have a Type A Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 221, 221);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 52% Open Minded&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howopenmindedareyouquiz/open-3.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a very open minded person, but you're also well grounded.&lt;br /&gt;Tolerant and flexible, you appreciate most lifestyles and viewpoints.&lt;br /&gt;But you also know where you stand firm, and you can draw that line.&lt;br /&gt;You're open to considering every possibility - but in the end, you stand true to yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howopenmindedareyouquiz/"&gt;How Open Minded Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Famous Last Words Will Be:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatwillyourfamouslastwordsbequiz/death10.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can pass this guy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatwillyourfamouslastwordsbequiz/"&gt;What Will Your Famous Last Words Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(205, 222, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Personality Is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(235, 242, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rational (NT)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are both logical and creative. You are full of ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are so rational that you analyze everything. This drives people a little crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intelligence is important to you. You always like to be around smart people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, you're often a little short with people who don't impress you mentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seem distant to some - but it's usually because you're deep in thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who understand you best are fellow Rationals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you tend to approach things with logic. You seek a compatible mate - who is also very intelligent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work, you tend to gravitate toward idea building careers - like programming, medicine, or academia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With others, you are very honest and direct. People often can't take your criticism well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as your looks go, you're coasting on what you were born with. You think fashion is silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On weekends, you spend most of your time thinking, experimenting with new ideas, or learning new things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/threequestionpersonalitytest/"&gt;The Three Question Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 36% Addicted to Myspace&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 221, 221);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Myspace addiction factor is: Low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a typical casual Myspace user... you know what it's all about, but you haven't been sucked in (yet)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouaddictedtomyspacequiz/"&gt;Are You Addicted to Myspace?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 221, 221);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;Who Should Paint You: M.C. Escher&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatartistshouldpaintyourportraitquiz/mc-escher.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open and raw, you would let your true self show for your portrait.&lt;br /&gt;And even if your painting turned out a bit dark, it would be honest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatartistshouldpaintyourportraitquiz/"&gt;What Artist Should Paint Your Portrait?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 233, 233);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Birth Month is August&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthmonthmeanquiz/poppy.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ambitious and strong, you find it easy to be successful.&lt;br /&gt;You are brave and stubborn. No one's going to set your limits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your soul reflects: Strength, character, and devotion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your gemstone: Peridot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your flower: Poppy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your colors: Orange, red, and light green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthmonthmeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Month Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 233, 233);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;Candy Cigarettes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofcandyareyouquiz/candy-cigarettes.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a total badass, but you don't taste very good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofcandyareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Candy Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;In a Past Life...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/pastlifegenerator/past-life.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Were: An Arrogant Herbalist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where You Lived: Iran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How You Died: Decapitation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/pastlifegenerator/"&gt;Who Were You In a Past Life?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Olde English&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourbeerpersonalityquiz/olde-english.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drinking is more than a hobby for you. It's your favorite drug.&lt;br /&gt;When you drink, you want to get wasted. As quickly and cheaply as possible.&lt;br /&gt;Looking back on your best times drinking... well, you don't remember them at all.&lt;br /&gt;You may be a few brain cells short, but you still can chug a 40!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourbeerpersonalityquiz/"&gt;What's Your Beer Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 221, 221);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Personality Is Like Cocaine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdrugisyourpersonalitylikequiz/cocaine.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're dynamic, brilliant, and alluring to those who don't know you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hyper and full of energy, you're usually the last one to leave a party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes your sharp mind gets the better of you... you're a bit paranoid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdrugisyourpersonalitylikequiz/"&gt;What Drug Is Your Personality Like?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 80% Cynical&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howcynicalareyouquiz/cynical-4.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a full blown cynic... and probably even skeptical of these results.&lt;br /&gt;You have your optimistic moments, but most likely you keep them to yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howcynicalareyouquiz/"&gt;How Cynical Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 221, 221);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Theme Song is Back in Black by AC/DC&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourthemesongquiz/back-in-black.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Back in black, I hit the sack,&lt;br /&gt;I've been too long, I'm glad to be back"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things sometimes get really crazy for you, and sometimes you have to get away from all the chaos.&lt;br /&gt;But each time you stage your comeback, it's even better than the last!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourthemesongquiz/"&gt;What's Your Theme Song?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 221, 221);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 45% Selfish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howselfishareyouquiz/selfish-3.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are quite balanced. You are able to compromise when it's in the best interests of those involved.&lt;br /&gt;But you're no pushover. If something is important to you, you'll get it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howselfishareyouquiz/"&gt;How Selfish Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(152, 251, 152);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 40% Weird&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cafbca"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howweirdareyouquiz/weird-3.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normal enough to know that you're weird...&lt;br /&gt;But too damn weird to do anything about it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howweirdareyouquiz/"&gt;How Weird Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(205, 222, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Porn Star Name Is...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ebf2ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/pornstarnamegenerator/boy.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Big Al Rod&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/pornstarnamegenerator/"&gt;What's Your Porn Star Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Will Die at Age 64&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatagewillyoudiequiz/die.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're pretty average when it comes to how you live...&lt;br /&gt;And how you'll die as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatagewillyoudiequiz/"&gt;What Age Will You Die?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. All I have to say is I have too much fucking time on my hands.&lt;br /&gt;So, I want &lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&amp;item=8273585881&amp;amp;category=86655"&gt;this buckle &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/Red-Pyramid-Rockabilly-Black-Leather-Belt-Removable-L_W0QQitemZ6872844607QQcategoryZ45214QQcmdZViewItem"&gt;this belt.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Altogether, they cost 34.19 including shipping..I'm 14.19 away from it&lt;br /&gt;Time to get to work!&lt;br /&gt;My dad went to the Hudson Leather show in Ohio, and got me this REALLY fucking cool wallet. Its real leather (with that fucking fantastic leather smell) and has an 8ball on it. I already have my chain on it, and its cool..I redid my chain so that it has 3 chains..One is short, one is medium, and one is long, and they all are longer in incremental amounts, so it looks kind of staggered? I dunno, its fuckin cool.&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;a href="http://www.musiciansfriend.com/product/Converse-Chuck-Taylor-All-Star-Skull-Print-HiTop?sku=410848"&gt;shoes&lt;/a&gt; (those, but in yellow) should be arriving this week..Hopefully. Its been 2 weeks, and it says allow 2-6 weeks for arrival? I'm hoping they like me enough to give me the 2 weeks, haha.&lt;br /&gt;Welllll, fuck. Now its time to just say..I love music.&lt;br /&gt;So, I wanna give you the list of my ULTIMATE METAL MIX. Now, I know, there are some songs that should be on there, but I don't have those songs. So, fuck off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Bloodline - Slayer&lt;br /&gt;2.Burn(feat. the Detroit Hate Choir) - Dope&lt;br /&gt;3.Chic'n'Stu - System of a Down&lt;br /&gt;4.Clown - KoRn&lt;br /&gt;5.Dead Bodies Everywhere - KoRn&lt;br /&gt;6.Foxy Foxy - Rob Zombie&lt;br /&gt;7.Fuck Tha Police (2005 Studio Version) - Dope&lt;br /&gt;8.Fuck the System - System of a Down&lt;br /&gt;9.Goatfish - Burn the Priest&lt;br /&gt;10.I Am Hated - Slipknot&lt;br /&gt;11.Let's Fuck - Dope&lt;br /&gt;12.More Human Than Human - Rob Zombie&lt;br /&gt;13.Now You've Got Something to Die For - Lamb of God&lt;br /&gt;14.Only One - Slipknot&lt;br /&gt;15.Payback - Slayer&lt;br /&gt;16.People = Shit - Slipknot&lt;br /&gt;17.Pull Harder on the Strings of Your Martyr - Trivium&lt;br /&gt;18.Pulse of the Maggots - Slipknot&lt;br /&gt;19.Reclaim My Place - KoRn&lt;br /&gt;20.Superbeast - Rob Zombie&lt;br /&gt;21.Surfacing - Slipknot&lt;br /&gt;22.T.R.I.C. - Otep&lt;br /&gt;23.The Deceived - Trivium&lt;br /&gt;24.The Faded Line - Lamb of God&lt;br /&gt;25.Wake Up - KoRn&lt;br /&gt;26. Y'All Want a Single - KoRn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could listen to that mix for a really long time (if I had it on Shuffle, of course) because it never gets old, man. Fuckin love it.&lt;br /&gt;Add me on myspace. Just cause I want to meet random ass people.&lt;br /&gt;http://www.myspace.com/forthechicks&lt;br /&gt;Peace, dudes and chicks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437911-114887546198100635?l=spikesandchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/feeds/114887546198100635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437911&amp;postID=114887546198100635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/114887546198100635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/114887546198100635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/2006/05/updation-nation.html' title='Updation Nation!'/><author><name>the-tmasta</name><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-6437911.post-114870258666725714</id><published>2006-05-27T00:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T00:03:22.850-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCK</title><content type='html'>tmasta xxx: who is this?&lt;br /&gt;squi xox4: how about you dont im me hoe&lt;br /&gt;squi xox4: bye bye&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: come on motherfucker&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: sissy ass bitch&lt;br /&gt;squi xox4: HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;squi xox4: thats nice&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: you said you'd come and get me, come on&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: i'm waiting&lt;br /&gt;squi xox4: =-o&lt;br /&gt;squi xox4: wait!  keep waiting!&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: i fucking dare you, pussy shit&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: come and fucking get me&lt;br /&gt;squi xox4: i bet&lt;br /&gt;squi xox4: done crying yet..?&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: lmfao, you just wait and see whos crying&lt;br /&gt;squi xox4: ok, bye bye&lt;br /&gt;squi xox4: LOL&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: sissy bitch..&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: have some balls and start some REAL shit&lt;br /&gt;squi xox4: i gotta hand it to ya, you are indeed a funny guy&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: 63251 mulberry road, come and get it&lt;br /&gt;squi xox4: well considering im much older than you&lt;br /&gt;squi xox4: YES&lt;br /&gt;squi xox4: kk&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: k&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: if you're old, come and drive over here&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: how old are you then, motherfucker, eh?&lt;br /&gt;squi xox4: dont worry about it&lt;br /&gt;squi xox4: the question is&lt;br /&gt;squi xox4: where do you live..?&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: 63251 mulberry road, south bend, indiana 46614&lt;br /&gt;squi xox4: o hell, why not go some where public :-d&lt;br /&gt;squi xox4: wow, that must not be all that far from me&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: hey dumbass, i'm in the middle of the fucking boondocks, come and get me&lt;br /&gt;squi xox4: silly you&lt;br /&gt;squi xox4: you would think ur the dumbass when you saw me :)&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: and you would think about running like a fucking queer when i shot you for being on my lawn&lt;br /&gt;squi xox4: lol, thats pretty pussy&lt;br /&gt;squi xox4: just make sure u kill me&lt;br /&gt;squi xox4: bbl&lt;br /&gt;squi xox4 signed off at 11:58:39 PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'LL EAT THAT MOTHERFUCKER ALIVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437911-114870258666725714?l=spikesandchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><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-6437911.post-114861078847554394</id><published>2006-05-25T22:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T22:33:08.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'>METAL IS..</title><content type='html'>Metal is that anger that, when it comes out, you're terrified of it..&lt;br /&gt;Metal is utilizing that anger to destroy you.&lt;br /&gt;Metal is what you fear&lt;br /&gt;Metal is rebellion&lt;br /&gt;Metal is a big set of middle fucking fingers towards your society&lt;br /&gt;Metal is destruction&lt;br /&gt;Metal is anarchy&lt;br /&gt;Metal is the god of fuck&lt;br /&gt;Metal is whatever the fuck it wants to be&lt;br /&gt;Metal is a family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Metal is my fucking life, motherfucker, so fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;--THE ARCHFIEND--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437911-114861078847554394?l=spikesandchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/feeds/114861078847554394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437911&amp;postID=114861078847554394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/114861078847554394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/114861078847554394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/2006/05/metal-is.html' title='METAL IS..'/><author><name>the-tmasta</name><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-6437911.post-114586014970514422</id><published>2006-04-24T01:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T02:29:09.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HES A LOSER</title><content type='html'>STATIC-X!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, heres what went down.&lt;br /&gt;Friday? JACK SHIT. bought Devil May Cry 3! (SPECIAL EDITION MUTHAFUCKA) which is really fucking awesome. still, i don't know if i like it as much as the first one. ;x. Dante is kind of cheesy, but its still fucking awesome.&lt;br /&gt;All of my 'friends' were busy.&lt;br /&gt;AKA had better things to do than..well, myself.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday? Was gonna hit the UNDERGROUND, but i woke up sick..like a bitch. So, i slept all day. and then tony came over, real late, at like..8:30ish. We fucked around, had a fire, and..well, did general random shit.&lt;br /&gt;Today?! FUCK! Tira's house, for a cookout thing. obviously, i'm sick, so i didn't wanna go. my lovely mother says GO. i say FUCK, OK.&lt;br /&gt;so i go there, feel like shit and feel awkward because..well, like it or not, i'm pretty much the family outcast. not necessarily because i DID anything, but just because i never really did fit in or get to know anybody.&lt;br /&gt;the only people in my family i feel comfortable around :: my parents, my cousin (second cousin, if ya wanna get technical) Katie, my sister Sara, and my other sister Tira. ;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so theres five people that i can feel comfortable around. and only ONE of those i can really talk to, instead of kind of just clinging around because i feel exiled. (katie, because shes the fucking shit. props to ya.)&lt;br /&gt;just five, yeah, thats all.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i wasn't so selective in choosing friends/allies. or even acquaintances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pissin' people off IS FUCKING BITCHIN'..maybe even literally, eh?&lt;br /&gt;I just want this year to END already. I'm sick of you people, you know that? honestly.&lt;br /&gt;you are all fuckers. school sucks, social situations suck, people suck, you suck, i suck (a very small amount, at that, but i still do), the world sucks, AIDS sucks, HIV sucks, and..i don't fuckin know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suicide slowly becomes an option, but I doubt I have the balls to do it.&lt;br /&gt;Still, its nice to think that I've always got an alternative.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437911-114586014970514422?l=spikesandchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/feeds/114586014970514422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437911&amp;postID=114586014970514422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/114586014970514422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/114586014970514422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/2006/04/hes-loser_24.html' title='HES A LOSER'/><author><name>the-tmasta</name><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-6437911.post-114508232302371854</id><published>2006-04-15T01:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T02:25:23.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A</title><content type='html'>TELEVISION CONTROLS THE NATION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, thats very true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is why Daft Punk is fucking sweet. well, thats not WHY..but they are fucking sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta &lt;3 the techno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard a song today, on the radio..it went&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fat bottom girls, you make the rockin' world go round"&lt;br /&gt;And I sang that song from the very bottom of my heart, mind you, because that is one of the TRUEST things I've ever heard. Chicks with nice asses (Or girls with fat bottoms, same thing, really) are FUCKING FANTASTIC. I can't go a day at school without touching an ass, because they're THAT GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;So theres my tribute to chicks with fat, nice, shapely, or just plain SWEET asses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to less interesting information, my week was alright. Felt like two weeks, but was only..four days? How the Hell does THAT work out in my head? ;x&lt;br /&gt;Pretty annoyed with a certain chick who I won't mention. Shes pretty much, well, a major bitch to a good friend of mine and has no reason to be. No, I'm not disclosing her name because I'm scared..Just because I'd rather talk to her in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck, I'm done..I'm tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437911-114508232302371854?l=spikesandchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/feeds/114508232302371854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437911&amp;postID=114508232302371854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/114508232302371854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/114508232302371854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post.html' title='A'/><author><name>the-tmasta</name><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-6437911.post-114430784369036142</id><published>2006-04-06T03:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T03:17:23.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF666?</title><content type='html'>Here he is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The amazing, the fucking fantastic, the absoFUCKINlutely phenomenal ALL-AMERICAN BEAST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, thats right, kiddos and kiddettes, I'm back to the blog. Like I ever left? HA! I would never leave. Its three o' seven in the morning and i'm just fuckin it up with my friend Clinton. Tony's upstairs sleeping cause hes a fucknutted douche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres so much shit I could say, but I'll just leave it like this : FUCK YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! Yeahhh, thats correct, dear buddies, Fuck You.&lt;br /&gt;Spring Break has been licking nuts and sucking cock for me, how about you? Fuck, you won't tell me. You could give two shits and a dicknutted fuck about me, you mindless fuck.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, theres a half of my one nut chance (which, by the way, is a 25% chance) that you do care. So, one in every four people care. YEAH, bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one in four people who read this blog, or something.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe even..one in four million people. F-U-C-K, who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Kandyn, all she wanted was a little of Jared's schlong. Who's to blame her, shit, I want Jared's schlong too.&lt;br /&gt;But thats shit that don't involve a Mr. T. G. Wilson, so we'll keep that hush-hush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK IT! Who the fuck gives two shits about it anyways?&lt;br /&gt;You half-nutted fucking douche&lt;br /&gt;Cocksucking dirty whore,&lt;br /&gt;Fuck your mother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still reading? Still taking the insults?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE FUCK ARE YOU READING FOR? I mean, seriously. You know, theres going to be nothing down here. Or wayyy down at the bottom of this post. So just click "Back." Leave before you read whats at the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU, and I'm drinking lemon juice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437911-114430784369036142?l=spikesandchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/feeds/114430784369036142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437911&amp;postID=114430784369036142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/114430784369036142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/114430784369036142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/2006/04/wtf666.html' title='WTF666?'/><author><name>the-tmasta</name><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-6437911.post-114377380761696234</id><published>2006-03-30T21:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T21:56:47.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Foxy Foxy!</title><content type='html'>hey dude mans and chick babes.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just fucking rocking out, listening to Rob Zombie's brand fuckin' new Educated Horses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you wanna ride it?&lt;br /&gt;Educated horses..&lt;br /&gt;Don't you wanna ride it?&lt;br /&gt;Educated horses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FOXY FOXY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats it gonna be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FOXY FOXY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats it gonna be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so whats up? i haven't posted in the blog lately, let alone a good-natured and halfway decent post. i don't think i've sweared yet, either.&lt;br /&gt;oh snaps, i haven't! i'm proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;..wait, nevermind.  i said fuckin' in like, the first sentence. i didn't see it until i scrolled up. FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;so maybe i'm not so good with nonprofanity. WHO CARES?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so fuck. i have..nothing, here.&lt;br /&gt;notice how hard it is for me to post when i'm happy?&lt;br /&gt;i have nothing to talk about until i have something to bitch about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, here i am. leaving. to show you that i'm in a good mood, and i have nothing to bitch about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437911-114377380761696234?l=spikesandchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/feeds/114377380761696234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437911&amp;postID=114377380761696234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/114377380761696234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/114377380761696234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/2006/03/foxy-foxy.html' title='Foxy Foxy!'/><author><name>the-tmasta</name><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-6437911.post-114343218035877599</id><published>2006-03-26T23:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T23:03:00.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shiiiit.</title><content type='html'>Fuck stupid arguments. Shit that shouldn't of gone as far as it did, started with a bad mood and releasing that anger in a correct, but impolite way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate arguing with people who are like brothers, and then both of us feeling shitty because we're acting dumb.&lt;br /&gt;So, fuck stupid arguments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I truly do love all of my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Rachel, even if she hates me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437911-114343218035877599?l=spikesandchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/feeds/114343218035877599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437911&amp;postID=114343218035877599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/114343218035877599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/114343218035877599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/2006/03/shiiiit.html' title='Shiiiit.'/><author><name>the-tmasta</name><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-6437911.post-114339758377113184</id><published>2006-03-26T13:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T13:26:23.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck You.</title><content type='html'>Today sucks balls. I don't know why but it just does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked to Mara on the phone last night. It was fun. We talked for..I dunno. 3, 3.5 hours?&lt;br /&gt;Caught up about alot of shit, you know how it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when people fucking lie to me. People like Sarah. She tells me she wins this fight, and that she doesn't even have a bruise? But check this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texansweetie1010: sarah got beat up &lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: lol..she told me she won the fight tho&lt;br /&gt;Texansweetie1010: no she didnt she has a bruse on her eye&lt;br /&gt;Texansweetie1010: and kalies mom saved her &lt;br /&gt;Texansweetie1010: kalies mom won the fight&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: LMFAO&lt;br /&gt;Texansweetie1010: seriously&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: sara told me that she didn't even have a bruise, and that she did it herself..lying bitch&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: thats some funny shit tho&lt;br /&gt;Texansweetie1010: yeh i know&lt;br /&gt;Texansweetie1010: sarah lost she was on the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FUCK? Why do you have to lie? I could give two shits less if you won or not. I don't even care that you fought. You're a bitch, and a lying cunt. Fuck You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom is working at Ag-Days. Wonder if I should go..Ehh. I dunno. I'm kinda hungry though. Maybe I'll make her buy me some food, and in return, sit there and help her with..whatever the hell shes doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I'll make a pizza. Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO MANY CHOICES&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437911-114339758377113184?l=spikesandchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/feeds/114339758377113184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437911&amp;postID=114339758377113184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/114339758377113184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/114339758377113184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/2006/03/fuck-you.html' title='Fuck You.'/><author><name>the-tmasta</name><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-6437911.post-114324039671093419</id><published>2006-03-24T17:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T17:48:33.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You know what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Fuck cryptic ass posts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I understand if you put like, 2 or 3 sentences, hell, maybe even 2 or 3 words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;BUT THATS ONLY IF IT MAKES A FUCKING POINT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Example : "Let me take you down, 'cuz I'm going to..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Straight out of Jared's xanga. JARED'S XANGA, which used to slightly interest me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Going to..what? The fucking emo kid show, or something? Oh, so mysterious. Fuck that. Give me a real post, or give me nothing at all. You cryptic little shits, you're as bad as the emo kids, with lyrics that are impossible to understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And this comes from a very intellectual person whose company I dearly enjoy. But their xanga?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;All offense, may or may not be intended. I don't give two shits today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I used you to make a point, so don't get pissy. It happens to everybody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437911-114324039671093419?l=spikesandchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/feeds/114324039671093419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437911&amp;postID=114324039671093419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/114324039671093419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/114324039671093419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/2006/03/you-know-what-fuck-cryptic-ass-posts.html' title=''/><author><name>the-tmasta</name><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-6437911.post-114300401503326874</id><published>2006-03-21T23:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T00:06:55.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sliced. Deep.</title><content type='html'>Ahhh. I love self-mutilation, scarification, and just doing whatever the fuck I want to. Because I'm a dick like that and I enjoy showing off my rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres an Anarchy sign carved into my left bicep, along with other cuts. Looks like I got mauled by a bear. I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Endorphins are my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, thats right. Produced when pain occurs, and..cheese. I love cheese, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onto new topics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Last weekend? Didn't do shit. Didn't go to the Underground.&lt;br /&gt;Barely left the house. I loved it. Went to Steak'n'Shake and saw V For Vendetta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fantastic food, and an absolutely fantastic movie to top off a pretty sweet Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday? Rested. Like ALWAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend will be exciting, and I'll hang out with people. Because its a three-day weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Remember, remember, the fifth of November&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; The gunpowder treason and plot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I see no reason why gunpowder treason,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Should ever be forgot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437911-114300401503326874?l=spikesandchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/feeds/114300401503326874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437911&amp;postID=114300401503326874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/114300401503326874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/114300401503326874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/2006/03/sliced-deep.html' title='Sliced. Deep.'/><author><name>the-tmasta</name><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-6437911.post-114188034650103959</id><published>2006-03-08T23:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T23:59:06.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haven't posted in awhile now, have i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, ain't that just too fuckin' bad for you?&lt;br /&gt;yeah, it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here i am, a lone kid with a grape soda. and techno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty much all i need to survive. grape soda, techno, and..hotdogs. and buns, mustard, and a microwave.&lt;br /&gt;no ketchup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK KETCHUP!&lt;br /&gt;finally got a letter from DJ. hes doing good, i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;he misses girls. figures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah. i'm dead, man, dead.&lt;br /&gt;dead in the brain, because i have nothing to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;everything in my head is cryptic bullshit that i can barely decipher, let alone relay out to you so you have something to entertain yourself with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is that all this is? a mere diversion from your daily life so that you can have a couple laughs, or a heartfelt sympathetic feeling worn on your sleeve to make me feel better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it not me, pouring myself into open territory, proverbial no-man's land?&lt;br /&gt;this is no uncharted territory, kid. its all been said and done before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought this was so much more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437911-114188034650103959?l=spikesandchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/feeds/114188034650103959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437911&amp;postID=114188034650103959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/114188034650103959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/114188034650103959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/2006/03/havent-posted-in-awhile-now-have-i.html' title=''/><author><name>the-tmasta</name><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-6437911.post-114160813940872236</id><published>2006-03-05T20:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T20:22:19.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah, I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now its time to settle down with a nice old Cherry Coke (Meijer's Cherry Cola, if you want to be exact) and work on a whole shitload of late stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such as late social studies homework, a certain late H. English report, and a H. Reading essay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The easiest of which will be the social studies, the most fun will be the H. Reading essay, and..the one that will force me to shove my head up my own ass in search of hard-to-find information? Thats the H. English report, which is on Body Piercings Here Vs. Body Piercings in Tribal Cultures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I was supposed to go to the library today, but shit just didn't work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have until midnight..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait. Why the fuck am I here? I need to work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437911-114160813940872236?l=spikesandchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/feeds/114160813940872236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437911&amp;postID=114160813940872236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/114160813940872236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/114160813940872236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/2006/03/ah-i-say.html' title=''/><author><name>the-tmasta</name><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-6437911.post-114118345425735372</id><published>2006-02-28T22:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T22:24:14.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Schooool today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed home Monday. Didn't really feel that well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been staring at the fish alot. And reading.&lt;br /&gt;We're getting more fish. I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manchantula V.2? She died.&lt;br /&gt;The fucker sold me a dying manchantula, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;So she got downgraded. Shes only V. 1.5.&lt;br /&gt;The next one will be the official V.2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched part of The Untouchables today.&lt;br /&gt;An extremely good movie, featuring Sean Connery, Robert DeNiro..and a couple other dudes.&lt;br /&gt;I gotta finish watching it. That, and American Werewolf In London.&lt;br /&gt;I want to get American Psycho, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to..THE BLOODHOUND GANG, MUTHAFUCKA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm injured. I fell, when I was runnin to el Bus?&lt;br /&gt;Slipped on some gravel, skinned up my knee like a bitch, and sprained my left hand.&lt;br /&gt;So, my lefty is useless.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, it wouldn't matter if it was my righty, cause I can't masturbate anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bet, man, the bet. Can't masturbate before Clinton, or I have to cut my hair. Yeah, thats right.&lt;br /&gt;IF Clinton loses, he has to grow his hair long. FUCK YEA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can go a long time, so I suppose I'll win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, whatever. Fuck it. I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you woke up this morning, and you said to yourself "Why is the moon so close to my room?"&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't the moon, it was my PALE WHITE ASS, BITCH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437911-114118345425735372?l=spikesandchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/feeds/114118345425735372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437911&amp;postID=114118345425735372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/114118345425735372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/114118345425735372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/2006/02/schooool-today.html' title=''/><author><name>the-tmasta</name><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-6437911.post-114101055862171691</id><published>2006-02-26T21:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T22:22:38.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my head hurts, my brain is dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm spending lots of time watching the 3 tiger barbs in our fish tank.&lt;br /&gt;they're new, and i like them. they're tester fish, though, to see if our tank is safe for more fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fish. i love fish.&lt;br /&gt;they're easy to take care of, they're pretty, and they don't require much love/attention.&lt;br /&gt;i like tropical fish.&lt;br /&gt;such bright colors. why?&lt;br /&gt;who knows.&lt;br /&gt;flashes of yellow, distorted displays of lime greens and aqua teals, with bursts of ecstatic red thrown in for good measure.&lt;br /&gt;land creatures are so boring.&lt;br /&gt;they're almost too logical, too adapted to survival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is a possibility, that something can be too logical.&lt;br /&gt;i support my own personal idea that some illogic is required for logic, because by nature the human brain needs absence of logic, to produce and entertain the ideals of logic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do not know much, i suppose, in the eyes of others.&lt;br /&gt;but when i talk to myself, pondering, and looking at those three little tiger barbs..i am a genius.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437911-114101055862171691?l=spikesandchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/feeds/114101055862171691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437911&amp;postID=114101055862171691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/114101055862171691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/114101055862171691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/2006/02/fuck.html' title=''/><author><name>the-tmasta</name><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-6437911.post-114092733763960044</id><published>2006-02-25T23:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T23:15:37.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What the fuck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coca-cola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yelling at Kalie and Joyce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing up for Sara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making out with Sara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being nice to Gerencser. Fuck, if I spelled that right, I'm the coolest fuck on the face of the Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging out with Roach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a new MANCHANTULA. FUCK YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its called a Stripeknee Tarantula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, it has stripes on its legs. Not just its knees. Shes very pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to name her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause, she needs to be codenamed. Like Manchantula, V.1?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was Claire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Manchantula, V.2..Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looks like &lt;a href="http://www.herpetologicalbreedingresearch.com/images/i14.jpg"&gt;this.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any ideas, kids?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437911-114092733763960044?l=spikesandchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/feeds/114092733763960044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437911&amp;postID=114092733763960044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/114092733763960044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/114092733763960044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/2006/02/what-fuck-i-dont-know.html' title=''/><author><name>the-tmasta</name><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-6437911.post-114072814300667141</id><published>2006-02-23T15:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T15:55:43.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 90% Evil&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howevilareyouquiz/evil-5.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the most evil person you know.&lt;br /&gt;The devil is even a little scared of you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howevilareyouquiz/"&gt;How Evil Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Pimp Name Is...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/pimpnamegenerator/boy.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;His Majesty Slick&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/pimpnamegenerator/"&gt;What's Your Pimp Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;fuck your mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437911-114072814300667141?l=spikesandchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/feeds/114072814300667141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437911&amp;postID=114072814300667141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/114072814300667141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/114072814300667141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/2006/02/you-are-90-evil-youre-most-evil-person.html' title=''/><author><name>the-tmasta</name><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-6437911.post-114048900287602930</id><published>2006-02-20T20:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T21:30:02.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BEEN DAZED AND CONFUSED for so long, its not true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i wish it wasn't true. the last days have been strange.&lt;br /&gt;Friday - went to the theatre with an assload of people. see if i can remember right...nick, alicia, amanda, matt + charles dean, kalie, stephanie, joyce, and..myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SAW :: katie, rick, catrina, elise. and rachel, kirsten, etc.&lt;br /&gt;kalie, stephanie, and alicia all like me. hmm. P-I-M-P, anyone? and thats not including all the other girls. ;x&lt;br /&gt;but, whatever. fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday - fucked around all day..ROACH came over around 9:00. essentially..we played videogames, looked at porn..then i sat down to watch House of 1000 Corpses around 12:00, Clinton looked at comp. porn the whole night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE FOUND SOME GOOD SHIT, let me tell you. i have never seen a 47" ass before then, BUT WOW. you need to.&lt;br /&gt;B-E-A-utiful.&lt;br /&gt;so then i watched Natural Born Killers, finally finished it. i've been watching it in bits and pieces.&lt;br /&gt;AMAZING, AMAZING MOVIE.&lt;br /&gt;comparable to The Devil's Rejects..i'm not even sure which one is better, man.&lt;br /&gt;its essentially about a guy named Mickey and a girl named Mallory. Mickey rescues Mallory from her abusive, shitty, and stereotypical family. they go around killing, and its an amazing movie.&lt;br /&gt;very few movies get me emotional enough to be like "FUCK! shoot that bitch!" but this was one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stairway To Heaven - Led Zep. amazing song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, then, sunday morning. not much..roach went home around noon. power was out, then came back on. went to my sisters, car ride home with matt. hes a pretty cool guy. (my sisters boyfriend.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tony came over sunday night..PORN, again. i'm an addict.&lt;br /&gt;but we were up until like..1:45. then we slept. i was tired.&lt;br /&gt;TONY SLEPT UNTIL 8:00. he jerked off..THEN SLEPT UNTIL NOON.&lt;br /&gt;New World Record for Tony Maciejewski - Slept until 12:00 AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, just rested..tony went home.&lt;br /&gt;i listened to Led Zep all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, here we are. todays thought?&lt;br /&gt;well, hmm. you know what bothers the shit out of me?&lt;br /&gt;well, i don't know. i have no rant for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO LISTEN TO NOFX AND LED ZEPPELIN. very good bands, you dicks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437911-114048900287602930?l=spikesandchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/feeds/114048900287602930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437911&amp;postID=114048900287602930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/114048900287602930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/114048900287602930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/2006/02/been-dazed-and-confused-for-so-long.html' title=''/><author><name>the-tmasta</name><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-6437911.post-113997524195612624</id><published>2006-02-14T22:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T22:47:21.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Corn on the Cob Soda&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatjonesholidaysodaareyouquiz/corn-on-the-cob-soda.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like sucking on a stick of butter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatjonesholidaysodaareyouquiz/"&gt;What Jones Holiday Soda Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What The Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;who knows, man. corn on the cob? wtf.&lt;br /&gt;i love corn as much as the next fuck in line, but as a liquid?&lt;br /&gt;and on top of that, ME being classified as it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got MEGAMAN : MAVERICK HUNTER X for my PSP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its the SUPREME, MOST AWESOME GAME in the fucking world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PEOPLE = SHIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437911-113997524195612624?l=spikesandchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/feeds/113997524195612624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437911&amp;postID=113997524195612624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/113997524195612624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/113997524195612624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/2006/02/you-are-corn-on-cob-soda-like-sucking.html' title=''/><author><name>the-tmasta</name><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-6437911.post-113954124926116681</id><published>2006-02-09T22:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T22:14:09.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm listening to Nine Inch Nails - Right Where It Belongs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so sad, but..not really sure why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean to say that the little piano thing just makes it seem really sad, and then the questioning of if everything is even real or not, and..its amazing, but it also invokes great sadness in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"See the safety of the life you have lived, everything right where it belongs..&lt;br /&gt;Feel the hollowness inside of your head, and its all...Right where it belongs.&lt;br /&gt;What if everything around you, isn't quite as it seems? What if all the world you think you know, is an elaborate dream?&lt;br /&gt;And if you look at your reflection, is it all you want to be?&lt;br /&gt;What if you could look right through the cracks, would you find yourself, find yourself afraid to see?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now lets get thinking. This seems to me about how living such a luxurious life can damage your happiness, because you see no bad and you lose sight of what is really bad, good, neutral, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Then, you find out that your luxurious life is nothing but a dream, and then it hits you. You're a nothing, without this dream. Thus you look in the mirror, and see if this nothing is really what you'd like to exist as.&lt;br /&gt;The last line, however, talks about ignorance. Maybe this dream is self-conjured, because you couldn't deal with reality, so you made this dream, and then the dream caused so much happiness it hurt you, now causing you to be emotionally scarred.&lt;br /&gt;But, you refuse to realize it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think they mean? Speak up, you rat bastards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437911-113954124926116681?l=spikesandchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/feeds/113954124926116681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437911&amp;postID=113954124926116681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/113954124926116681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/113954124926116681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-listening-to-nine-inch-nails-right.html' title=''/><author><name>the-tmasta</name><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-6437911.post-113919815579105802</id><published>2006-02-05T22:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T22:55:55.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this weekend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was full of titties, psycho bitches, too many phone calls, movies, football, and lots of ups and downs.&lt;br /&gt;and johnny cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, friday, i went to the movies with rachel and sara.&lt;br /&gt;now, i TOLD rachel that sara would molest me. and what did she do?&lt;br /&gt;MOLEST ME. so i put a hickey up on her neck, where it'd get found. hopefully she gets caught. haha.&lt;br /&gt;she wouldn't let my punkass sit by rachel, which kinda made me pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the movie (Underworld : Evolution, which was fairly good) we went back to rachel's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was where the crazy shit went down. titties, and hickeys (huge ones, on my fuckin' neck) and sore earlobes and whipping out of mi uno juebo, and just general crazy shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, all this good shit came at a price..&lt;br /&gt;yeah, thats right. a good ol' treatment of a PSYCHO-BITCH.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, she called...maybe, 20 times today. TWENTY FUCKIN' TIMES.&lt;br /&gt;and she's all like "i love you so much!!!"&lt;br /&gt;HELP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the S.S. WILSON, sending out an S-O-S!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the superbowl was fucking gay. sorry, but it was boring.&lt;br /&gt;both teams played too conservatively, and there was only ONE touchdown in the first half. WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idiocy. but, the steelers won, 21 to 10.&lt;br /&gt;the seahawks got fuckin' OWNED..and their coach looks like a hamster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELLLLL, I'M DONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;R.I.P. Claire, AKA "The Manchantula"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437911-113919815579105802?l=spikesandchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/feeds/113919815579105802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437911&amp;postID=113919815579105802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/113919815579105802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/113919815579105802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/2006/02/this-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>the-tmasta</name><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-6437911.post-113867503477992547</id><published>2006-01-30T21:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T21:37:14.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SHES UNCLEAN!&lt;br /&gt;unclean!&lt;br /&gt;FILTHEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck. OTEP IS ONE OF THE BEST FUCKING BANDS EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my top 6 bands ::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.nine inch nails&lt;br /&gt;2.marilyn manson&lt;br /&gt;3.otep&lt;br /&gt;4.rob zombie&lt;br /&gt;5.slipknot&lt;br /&gt;6.tenacious d&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always like to do 'Top 6.' instead of Top 5. it always seems like i leave something really good out when i do a top 5. so, i do top 6.&lt;br /&gt; sometimes, i even leave out good things with top 6. but, as always, theres a point where you just gotta stop yourself and say "dude man, chill with the lists."&lt;br /&gt; so, here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilty Gear : Judgement comes out on fucking Wednesday. and i preordered it. then, when i pick up GG:Judgement, i gotta preorder BLACK.&lt;br /&gt;because that looks like it'll be one of the most badass shooters on the planet.&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS, i just finished up the new template. the whole METAL GEAR series is the fucking shit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next, i'm gonna find myself a GUILTY GEAR template..and it'll be fucking awesome.&lt;br /&gt;but, for now, Solid Snake will get his time to be pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehhh, the xanga has been getting more posts..i dunno why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want you to know, blog, that i love you. i really do.&lt;br /&gt;your birthday is in April.&lt;br /&gt;i know, i got it wrong last year..i thought it was february. i'm bad with dates.&lt;br /&gt;BUT, april 4th is your birthday. and damn, expect a GOOD OL' FUCKIN BADASS post of much awesome content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, there ya go. thats it. expect a lot more content from now on, because the xanga isn't gonna be as important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, check out http://www.xanga.com/evangelicalatheism&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437911-113867503477992547?l=spikesandchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/feeds/113867503477992547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437911&amp;postID=113867503477992547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/113867503477992547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/113867503477992547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/2006/01/shes-unclean-unclean-filthee-fuck_30.html' title=''/><author><name>the-tmasta</name><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-6437911.post-113742866376861612</id><published>2006-01-16T10:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T11:24:23.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i tried, you lied to me for so long..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;/.&lt;br /&gt;lyrics, lyrics, lyrics. FUCK LYRICS.&lt;br /&gt;i am eating the biggest fucking bowl of cereal ever created by man.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, shit, this is a BIG bowl to start with...but i way overfilled this bastard, so now i'm going to be stuffed full of cereal for the rest of the day. at least its the good generic lucky charms.&lt;br /&gt;onto my rant for today&lt;br /&gt;FUCK (the people who say) FUCK brand names.&lt;br /&gt;you know? 'i'm so underground, yeah! if they go mainstream, fuck 'em!'&lt;br /&gt;dude, going mainstream doesn't mean shit. if your fucking band sells out, thats different. thats a green day thing.&lt;br /&gt;so, fuck your underground.&lt;br /&gt;especially ICP. because, look at this shit.' fuck the mainstream, fuck slipknot, fuck everything! fuck the beastie boys! fuck my ass! thats where i like it!' which is my summary of all their music. that, and something about having jiggly balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which, whatever. thats your shit, not mine. i don't understand it.&lt;br /&gt;BUT, you have no fuckin reason to run around telling everybody to fuck off for no reason, because you're a juggalo and you're that badass.&lt;br /&gt;NOW, no offense to any juggalos or juggalettes out there, because there are some pretty badass ones.&lt;br /&gt;(hillary, craig, devin, you know that shit)&lt;br /&gt;and people who will give up a good band just because they get noticed, you know?&lt;br /&gt;the point of being in a band is to spread your message, and being noticed usually helps.&lt;br /&gt;SO, FUCK YOU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437911-113742866376861612?l=spikesandchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/feeds/113742866376861612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437911&amp;postID=113742866376861612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/113742866376861612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/113742866376861612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-tried-you-lied-to-me-for-so-long.html' title=''/><author><name>the-tmasta</name><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-6437911.post-113729531123099061</id><published>2006-01-14T21:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T22:21:51.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>http://www.ilovetease.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMFAO. they OWNED microsoft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;3 nintendo.&lt;br /&gt;you know, lets go into some deep thinking here, and some nice posting. you guys deserve it, after me holding out on you all for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, so, a really long time ago..i was maybe, three or four? i dunno. maybe not even that old.&lt;br /&gt;well, whatever. we bought an SNES.&lt;br /&gt;and as soon as i was old enough to play it (probably three or four, maybe five) i played. NONSTOP. ;x&lt;br /&gt;besides random squirtgun fights with the kid across the street (phillip, my numbah one homie straight out the ghetto) that was all i did.&lt;br /&gt;yes, thats right, kiddies. i lived in the GHETTO. over on sherman avenue. but, enough 'bout that shiiiit.&lt;br /&gt;so i played Super Mario World a lot. and, Megaman X. i love megaman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, thats about it. i have Nintendo to thank for my insanely good hand-eye coordination.&lt;br /&gt;so, FUCK MICROSOFT'S XBOX.&lt;br /&gt;i like microsoft, as far as the computer department goes.&lt;br /&gt;i like sony. although, the PS2 is a cheaply-made piece of ass. my PS2 is not that old, and yet its having a lot of problems reading discs. its been refurbished once, and cleaned several times (thus voiding my warranty)&lt;br /&gt;and yet it still is SHIT-TASTIC.&lt;br /&gt;and the newer, tiny PS2s? i've heard they have problems.. but, i'm looking into that tonight, to see about it.&lt;br /&gt;i love hillary, and thats as honest as could be. she talks to me, actually says goodbye..shes a lot better than a lot of people.&lt;br /&gt;katie is being nice to me tonight, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: figuring out how much shit i'm gonna need to break and how many people i'm gonna need to yell at by the end of tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: people are fuckin douchecocks, katemaster.&lt;br /&gt;naaomiii: i agree.&lt;br /&gt;naaomiii: completely.&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: i mean, shit. EVERYBODY. even me, even you&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: its just one of those days, i guess? but people hare nonstop just not caring when they say they do, and i'm sick of giving out and not getting back.&lt;br /&gt;naaomiii: i know.&lt;br /&gt;naaomiii: i know how you feel i meant.&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: i know, i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"my freedom is best, whole country's on house arrest, and everyones a suspect..can't feel the flow because ya died, face down on a suicide!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope you're all proud of me, because i think this is a good post. now i'm leaving to go play my PS2..granted, that it'll actually read GGX2 or Killzone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437911-113729531123099061?l=spikesandchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/feeds/113729531123099061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437911&amp;postID=113729531123099061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/113729531123099061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/113729531123099061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/2006/01/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>the-tmasta</name><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-6437911.post-113720176563897169</id><published>2006-01-13T20:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T20:22:45.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>INSANE?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i the only mother fucker with a brain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its friday the thirteenth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have rituals to perform and prank calls to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAIL SATAN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437911-113720176563897169?l=spikesandchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/feeds/113720176563897169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437911&amp;postID=113720176563897169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/113720176563897169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/113720176563897169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/2006/01/insane-am-i-only-mother-fucker-with.html' title=''/><author><name>the-tmasta</name><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-6437911.post-113659537425403303</id><published>2006-01-06T19:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T19:56:14.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OKAY, wow. fuck. the last three days? FUCKING INSANITY&lt;br /&gt;the best days ever, man. fucking hilarious times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, shit..wednesday night, eh?&lt;br /&gt;woke up around four PM. had gone to sleep at 7:00 that morning. so, naturally, my schedule was blasted in the fudge tunnel. (that was for craig)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, you know what i fucking did?&lt;br /&gt;I SAID FUCK YOU GUYS, I'M NOT GONNA SLEEP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i didn't sleep. at all. i played FFX the WHOLE night, until noon the next day. then i ate..THEN I PLAYED SOME MORE! then, at four o'clock, i showered and went to tony's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i have to say is CLEVELAND STEAMER, vaginal insertion countdown, and..insanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i actually slept that night, ending my hours of no sleep at around 32, 33 hours.&lt;br /&gt;next day, he came over here. that was yesterday. we did MORE crazy shit, looked at LOTS of porn, put LOTS of porn on my PSP, argued with a damn jesus lover, and then slept. the worst attempt at sleeping ever had by this certain kid.&lt;br /&gt;THEN, today, we went to the mall. got a couple numbers, tony left with none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;therefore the score is..&lt;br /&gt;taylor - 2&lt;br /&gt;tony - 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;and here we are, you fuck.&lt;br /&gt;you know what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I R DUN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437911-113659537425403303?l=spikesandchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/feeds/113659537425403303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437911&amp;postID=113659537425403303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/113659537425403303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/113659537425403303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/2006/01/okay-wow.html' title=''/><author><name>the-tmasta</name><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-6437911.post-113605226061274970</id><published>2005-12-31T12:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T13:04:20.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is where we say "I FEEL LIKE SHIT, FUCK THIS POST." but for some reason..i feel the need to tell you fucks about my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BATTLE READY! poets take control&lt;br /&gt;BATTLE READY! souls violate parole&lt;br /&gt;BATTLE READY violently invade your house&lt;br /&gt;...breaking the bones of THOSE WHO POSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, yesterday, my dad is in a pissy mood.&lt;br /&gt;mind you, i woke up at around..2:00 pm.&lt;br /&gt;i'm like 'can i go to the mall wit clint and tony?'&lt;br /&gt;and hes like 'well, yeah, but blah blah blah..' and finally we got it all sorted out and shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hes all pissy about it, and bitches at me in the car how we have to pick them up, when he said "OK!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno, man.&lt;br /&gt;but otherwise, xmas break has been the fucking shit.&lt;br /&gt;i got assloads of looks and compliments last night at the mall...&lt;br /&gt;pimpin the women, i'm tellin ya.&lt;br /&gt;just about got in a fight with this jock, cause i had tripps on and he goes "wearin a dress bitch?"&lt;br /&gt;and i was like 'fuckin funny, FLAMER!'&lt;br /&gt;he came towards me and i put on my scary face, the one that pretty much says 'invested in the power of me, is satan, and here i come to put you in the netherworld' shit. haha.&lt;br /&gt;his girlfriend musta gotten a look at that subtle mindwork and she grabbed his arm and was like 'come on..'&lt;br /&gt;i wish she hadn't of, though, i would of fucked him up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got SEVAS TRA by OTEP, and a Frullati...i fuckin love those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno. i don't feel so shitty, anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i was just emotionally constipated. going to my cousin katie's tonight for NEW FUCKIN YEARS!&lt;br /&gt;gonna see katie...obviously&lt;br /&gt;and hannah&lt;br /&gt;pretty fuckin excited.&lt;br /&gt;well, can't say i'm excited. although it will be fun.&lt;br /&gt;i get excited before fights. i save my adrenaline for those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't been in a fight in awhile...damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i'm off.&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEARS FROM THE ARCHFIEND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(thats my new nickname..self-made)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437911-113605226061274970?l=spikesandchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><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-6437911.post-113575107835585878</id><published>2005-12-28T00:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T01:24:38.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; This is a song for the ladies,&lt;br /&gt;But fellas listen closely..&lt;br /&gt;You don't always have to fuck her hard&lt;br /&gt;In fact sometimes that's not right to do&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you've got to make some love&lt;br /&gt;And fuckin give her some smoochies too&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes ya got to squeeze&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you've got to say please&lt;br /&gt;Sometime you've got to say hey&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna Fuck you softly&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna screw you gently&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna hump you sweetly&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna ball you discreetly&lt;br /&gt;And then you say hey I bought you flowers&lt;br /&gt;And then you say wait a minute sally&lt;br /&gt;I think I got somethin in my teeth&lt;br /&gt;Could you get it out for me&lt;br /&gt;That's fuckin teamwork&lt;br /&gt;Whats your favorite posish?&lt;br /&gt;That's cool with me&lt;br /&gt;Its not my favorite&lt;br /&gt;But I'll do it for you&lt;br /&gt;Whats your favorite dish?&lt;br /&gt;Im not gonna cook it&lt;br /&gt;But ill order it from Zanzibar&lt;br /&gt;And then I'm gonna love you completely&lt;br /&gt;And then I'll fuckin fuck you discreetly&lt;br /&gt;And then I'll fucking bone you completely&lt;br /&gt;But then I'm gonna fuck you hard r&lt;br /&gt;Hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there you go, Tenacious D - Hard Fucking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh, shit. i started this post..well, a long time ago. its 1:13 AM, currently.&lt;br /&gt;i don't really have much to tell you, besides i figured out how to put porn on my PSP and life is going amazingly well here.&lt;br /&gt;much love to all who deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man, fuck this post.&lt;br /&gt;i'll give you some good shit tomorrow, promise on my one nut.&lt;br /&gt;peace kiddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437911-113575107835585878?l=spikesandchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/feeds/113575107835585878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437911&amp;postID=113575107835585878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/113575107835585878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/113575107835585878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/2005/12/this-is-song-for-ladies-but-fellas.html' title=''/><author><name>the-tmasta</name><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-6437911.post-113557041383595999</id><published>2005-12-25T22:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T23:13:33.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alright gents and girls, here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas, aye?&lt;br /&gt;well to start off with, i celebrate christmas with no religious meaning. to me, its always been a family tradition, of going out to a tree farm, getting a badass tree, putting it up, putting ornaments on it..and then pretty much fasting with your money until the 25th of december, and then you get some kickass presents and give some kickass presents and just generally be one merry fucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, besides that.&lt;br /&gt;tira and matt came over, and we had prime rib for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;some mighty fine meat, mind you.&lt;br /&gt;then opened presents.&lt;br /&gt;got a PSP (playstation portable, for punks that don't know that shit), GTA : liberty city stories for PSP, and 65 bucks, altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was pretty FUCKING happy, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, sat around, talked to the lovely rachelito, and then fuckin went to a relatives house (i say relative because i have no idea how i'm related to them) and chilled.&lt;br /&gt;ate some turkey, some badass polish noodles or someshit like that, and some mashed potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;butter, no gravy.&lt;br /&gt;fuck gravy, unless its on turkey.&lt;br /&gt;OH, and a roll. with butter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep, so here we are.&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna wish allll you fuckers out there, the ones i love and the ones i hate, a very merry fuckin christmas.&lt;br /&gt;and, to the ones i hate..i hope you have so much of a merry fuckin christmas, that you die from all the joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS, since this is the DELUXE version of todays post, heres your commentary.&lt;br /&gt;WHY, should a crazy fuckin kid like you, read the blog?&lt;br /&gt;well, because the blog is a symbol that when you want to do something, even if NOBODY likes it, you can still do it with proper resources and energy. this blog has been alive for almost two years now, since a certain february fifth, two thousand and four.&lt;br /&gt;i fostered this beautiful child, birthed it from my collective womb of thoughts and emotions, and gave it birth with these very fingers.&lt;br /&gt;it has seen the coming of age (and the continuance of such events) of a certain taylor g. wilson, it has seen the birth of my monstrous shell of great superiority, and it has seen me find certain philosophical standpoints, all with the clicking of these somewhat annoying keys, which is a paradox, because the only reason they would be annoying IS, of course, if they had no rhythm..and, me being myself, i love rhythm, so the clicking of these keys is not an annoyance..unless i lose a finger or two.&lt;br /&gt;which, i severely doubt will happen.&lt;br /&gt;so heres a portion of a deeply philosophical conversation between the beautiful kelsie sue harmon and myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: you have a MYSPACE?!&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: you know, myspace is worse than xanga.&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: you just keep falling, farther into that damned hole of yours!&lt;br /&gt;x3Mamimi: Lmao.&lt;br /&gt;x3Mamimi: It is lame.&lt;br /&gt;x3Mamimi: But I love my xanga.&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: lol.&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: i'm beginning to warm up with my xanga a bit.&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: but the blog is still numero uno.&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: 374 posts, including the one i'm working on right now. 26 more and i'm at four fuckin hundred, baby.&lt;br /&gt;x3Mamimi: ^.^ yeppp.&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: shes almost two years old..turns two on the fifth of february.&lt;br /&gt;x3Mamimi: lmao. you're a dork.&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: lol.&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: i foster nothing but pure love for things that are as stationary as a blog. constantly moving forward in a moral sense, but never changing from its location. its my number one source of stability.&lt;br /&gt;x3Mamimi: I understand.&lt;br /&gt;x3Mamimi: Completely.&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: lol. either thats sarcastic, or you're becoming overly philosophical, like me.&lt;br /&gt;x3Mamimi: Wow. No. Not sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: okay, good.&lt;br /&gt;x3Mamimi: I just can't believe that you'd feel the same.&lt;br /&gt;x3Mamimi: most poeple would be like 'ok weirdo' for having such an emotion attactment to such a thing.&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: because, i mean, shit. its better than a lot of my friends. its ALWAYS there, we never get in a fight, and it never makes fun of me.&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: plus, i never feel that its inferior to me, because the blog is the sum of all my parts, every mood and every thought, thats what it is. it is my only equal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437911-113557041383595999?l=spikesandchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/feeds/113557041383595999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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place&lt;br /&gt;maybe its time you had the tables turned&lt;br /&gt;cause in the interest of all involved, i got the problem solved&lt;br /&gt;and the verdict is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GUILTY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ah shit, children. i'm fucking bored.&lt;br /&gt;i need to let off steam.&lt;br /&gt;physically.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm not allowed to cut myself, says an assload of people.&lt;br /&gt;so someone is going to get their ass kicked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is just one of those days.&lt;br /&gt;you hate everybody, everything, except for your closest friends.&lt;br /&gt;you know who my closest friends are?&lt;br /&gt;craig, rachel, and clinton.&lt;br /&gt;those are the top 3. the top 3 i would trust, with my fucking life.&lt;br /&gt;you know why?&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE, when they say that they care, i know they mean that shit.&lt;br /&gt;not like some people. i'm not even sure if they do.&lt;br /&gt;its like.."uh huh. thats why you take the time to show me, aye?"&lt;br /&gt;i'm not going to get into any examples with anybody, because i don't wanna fuck with it.&lt;br /&gt;but i will say that there are a lot of people who i wanna fuckin slap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437911-113511568761361630?l=spikesandchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/feeds/113511568761361630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437911&amp;postID=113511568761361630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/113511568761361630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/113511568761361630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/2005/12/since-you-never-gave-damn-in-first.html' title=''/><author><name>the-tmasta</name><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-6437911.post-113495521545599101</id><published>2005-12-18T20:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T20:20:15.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the SICNESS</title><content type='html'>i've just begun, ITSABOUTTHATTIME,GOTTAGETMINE&lt;br /&gt;i've just begun,ITSABOUTTHATTIME,GOTTAGETMINE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets talk about my weekend, shall we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL, children. to start out with, friday sucked balls.&lt;br /&gt;school was alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of school, lets talk about one my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TONY FUCKIN MACIEJEWSKI, aye?&lt;br /&gt;hes pissin me off, kiddies.&lt;br /&gt;he's a fuckin hypocrit whos too insecure to be able to take a joke, but can simultaneously dish them out.&lt;br /&gt;which pretty much means if he won't quit pullin dumb shit, hes gonna get punked.&lt;br /&gt;and i don't mean in the sissy faggot ashton kutcher shit, either.&lt;br /&gt;i mean beaten! mauled! ass-kicked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough about that shit.&lt;br /&gt;friday night, alright.&lt;br /&gt;get home..clint is supposed to call me, with DJ, on threeway. so i napped with the phone next to me.&lt;br /&gt;speak of the jesus, who decides to call me, you ask?&lt;br /&gt;ASHLEY MUTHAFUCKIN NAVILLIAT AND SAMI FUCKIN WHATEVERTHEHELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;/ so here are these two bitches that i don't really like anymore, wakin me up from a damn nap.&lt;br /&gt;now i'm too tired to even have the energy to be angry, and ashley is trying to prank me.&lt;br /&gt;i just go along with that shit, just like my standard procedure is with prankcalls.&lt;br /&gt;they think they're so clever, with their Blocked Call.&lt;br /&gt;but, who else calls me with it Blocked? dumb bitches.&lt;br /&gt;so then i'm like "fuck you i gotta go."&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU ALL&lt;br /&gt;FUCK THIS WORLD&lt;br /&gt;FUCK EVERYTHING THAT YOU STAND FOR&lt;br /&gt;DON'T BELONG&lt;br /&gt;DON'T EXIST&lt;br /&gt;DON'T GIVE A SHIT&lt;br /&gt;DON'T EVER JUDGE ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry. i needed to express some loud lyrics there.&lt;br /&gt;so then i head out with my madre to go to target. we bought some shit, then we got some steak'n'shake and went home.&lt;br /&gt;FUCK, i love steak'n'shake. triple cheeseburger, ketchup mustard and cheese only, large fries, a large banana-chocolate shake, and two sides of cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get the same damn thing, every time.&lt;br /&gt;why is everything so large?&lt;br /&gt;fuck, because i'm a large kid. i'm five foot fuckin' eleven for crying out loud, you bastards!&lt;br /&gt;look what you've raised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the subject. i get home, rachel calls me. i love her.&lt;br /&gt;i was excited.&lt;br /&gt;BUT, then. shes on the rag and i'm one of those "i'm REALLY not taking any shit today" moods.&lt;br /&gt;i get those alot lately. i'm less tolerant and more vocal.&lt;br /&gt;but, we get into an argument about some shit and i start "acting like craig" (i don't see how its a bad thing, craig is the shit) and i tell her "i can see why he acts like he does" and then she leaves and i'm like "whatever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN, saturday. wake up...chill. TIRA COMES OVER! sweet. tira is a badass sister. and, some old lady named chris. whoever the fuck that is.&lt;br /&gt;her, my mom, and tira make an A-S-S-L-O-A-D of fucking cookies.&lt;br /&gt;i'm stocked with cookies for a fuckin week, i'm telling you. then me and my dad go out to get a christmas tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;family tradition, you see. we go to Orange Grove Christmas Tree Farms or some shit like that. on, Orange Road. what a coincidence. not too far away, eh? our family tradition is lazy. haha.&lt;br /&gt;so we look around for a half hour, i'm freezing my ass off...but, i won't give up. i want a mighty fine christmas tree, you see.&lt;br /&gt;AND, AT LAST, there the beauty is. shes there. maybe...9, 10 feet tall. the bottom threefoot of it is disgusting and brown, but above that line there is nothing but absolutely awe-inspiring green needles of a beautiful color, with that trademark pine scent and a great shape, no bald spots.&lt;br /&gt;so that cuts it at a PERFECT height. about six feet? HELL YEA.&lt;br /&gt;so, we get it cut down and go home. I AM FREEZING. then, i talk to katie online. i &lt;3 katie.&lt;br /&gt;so, everybody is going to megaplay! sweet.&lt;br /&gt;i get ready, blah blah blah...and go.&lt;br /&gt;get there..go inside..don't see anyone. "wtf?!"&lt;br /&gt;walk in...walk in...&lt;br /&gt;and bam. there everybody is.&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOO!&lt;br /&gt;hugged everybody, blaaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;humped&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;fuckin&lt;br /&gt;shit&lt;br /&gt;out&lt;br /&gt;of&lt;br /&gt;rick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we played around, blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;guess who turns out to be there?&lt;br /&gt;yeah, ashley. and sami. and the great wide one, paige.&lt;br /&gt;disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;kelsie decides to be a penis and yell my name really loud, then go over and make nice nice with one of my very NEMESES!&lt;br /&gt;yes, that is the plural of nemesis. strange.&lt;br /&gt;but, then ashley is a pussy and won't say "hi" to my face, so tells kelsie to tell her. after, of course, the whore is outta the building. TOO LATE BITCH. but, i didn't feel like yelling.&lt;br /&gt;kelsie didn't hang around me much. she was off with..whoever kelsie runs off with.&lt;br /&gt;and yepp.&lt;br /&gt;went to Orbit (alllllll alone, might i add..   ;/  )&lt;br /&gt;you know what i bought?&lt;br /&gt;the self-titled Slipknot. DIGIPAK.&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YES.&lt;br /&gt;did a lot of JACK SHIT today, except rearrange my room.&lt;br /&gt;it looks fuckin bueno, cause i actually swept it and organized everything and put another one of my uncle Lance's paintings up.&lt;br /&gt;which, might i add...are fucking cool as hell.&lt;br /&gt;i came extremely close to just smashing my korn poster, but i decided not to.&lt;br /&gt;i still like their other shit, but...the other side of the whatever the fuck is gay.  i can't even remember what it is. SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;you all know what i mean. "Twisted Transistor."&lt;br /&gt;because, you know..we can all relate to twisted transistors.&lt;br /&gt;I'M EXCITED FOR MONDAY.&lt;br /&gt;kenny, clinton, and i are having a 3 on 5 fight. me against joseph, kenny against..someone, i forget, and clinton against three random fuckers. its gonna be great, i cannot fucking wait. that rhymed.&lt;br /&gt;talking to stephanie, kelsie, and kacey. much love to all of them. &lt;33.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i guess i'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK ME, I'M ALL OUT OF ENEMIES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-somethingDIABOLICAL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437911-113495521545599101?l=spikesandchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/feeds/113495521545599101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437911&amp;postID=113495521545599101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/113495521545599101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/113495521545599101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/2005/12/sicness.html' title='the SICNESS'/><author><name>the-tmasta</name><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-6437911.post-113444099070147031</id><published>2005-12-12T21:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T21:29:50.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>13 days until xmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, children, lets talk about what Xmas really means.&lt;br /&gt;some people think its a celebration of the birth of the supposed Messiah, Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, contrary to popular belief..the correct cynicists of our society can actually point out what we are really doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F OXTROT&lt;br /&gt;U NIFORM&lt;br /&gt;C HARLIE&lt;br /&gt;K ILO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M ASSIVE&lt;br /&gt;E  LEPHANTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats my continuation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS, I DIGRESS.&lt;br /&gt;back to the topic.&lt;br /&gt;christmas is all about gluttony, children.&lt;br /&gt;its about indulgence.&lt;br /&gt;EVERYTHING WE DO IS FOR OURSELVES.&lt;br /&gt;just think.&lt;br /&gt;when you're nice to someone, do you feel good afterwards?&lt;br /&gt;OF COURSE.&lt;br /&gt;therefore, did you do it for yourself?&lt;br /&gt;YES.&lt;br /&gt;even if you deny that you did, deep down, even subconsciously, you know that you did it cause it makes you feel great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK&lt;br /&gt;i'm done.&lt;br /&gt;so many words and such slow fingers.&lt;br /&gt;and thats a lot to say, knowing how fucking fast i type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm off to call rachel.&lt;br /&gt;i love that girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437911-113444099070147031?l=spikesandchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/feeds/113444099070147031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437911&amp;postID=113444099070147031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/113444099070147031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/113444099070147031'/><link rel='alternate' 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href="http://www.findarticles.com/p/articles/mi_m1058/is_n23_v112/ai_17198651"&gt;President Clinton's 1995 directive.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright guys, this is time to PREPARE FOR WAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday, when i go to that counselors room..&lt;br /&gt;it'll be a battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my main point, the big gun, is going to be Pres. Clinton's directive to the schools, considering religious freedom and expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is going to work out great, because a) mr. marty erwin, our counselor, doesn't know that i've been warned about this.&lt;br /&gt;so, i have a headstart on him already.&lt;br /&gt;now, the argument hes probably going to present is that i shouldn't be bringing this to school because its inappropriate.&lt;br /&gt;WRONG.&lt;br /&gt;it is absolutely appropriate.  clinton's directive states that "students have the right to read the bible or other scriptures, say grace before meals, and pray before exams to the same extent they may perform in comparable nondisruptive activies."&lt;br /&gt;this means, pretty much, that if i can pick a book that has nothing to do with the school subject we're on from the library to read during homeroom or during reading class in the appropriate times, i can pick the satanic bible.&lt;br /&gt;it has no special evaluation applied to it, its evaluated the same as any other book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so hes gonna get fucking blazed on that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, even if he prohibits me expressing my religion, THAT IS ALSO WRONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first amendment guarantees me religion freedom ANYWHERE in the U.S., until it infringes upon other peoples rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, i've infringed upon NO ONEs rights here.&lt;br /&gt;people may have been offended, but isn't it their fault that they lack tolerance?&lt;br /&gt;if anything, their being offended is infringment upon MY rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, i've forced NO ONE to read this.&lt;br /&gt;people have asked, like craig.&lt;br /&gt;and do i let them read it?&lt;br /&gt;OF COURSE.&lt;br /&gt;and, if i don't get my damn book back on monday, its going to be hell.&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS WRONGFULLY CONFISCATED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437911-113363656302783012?l=spikesandchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/feeds/113363656302783012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437911&amp;postID=113363656302783012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/113363656302783012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/113363656302783012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/2005/12/doll-dagga-buzz-buzz-ziggety-zag-got.html' title=''/><author><name>the-tmasta</name><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-6437911.post-113347035096414130</id><published>2005-12-01T15:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T15:52:30.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>welllll FUCKING SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in a bad damn mood.&lt;br /&gt;lets try and decipher why, children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, morning..got up, and was PISSED.&lt;br /&gt;like, fucking livid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was screaming at the top of my lungs for someone to let the damn dog in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, i was like 'LET THE FUCKIN DOG IN DAMMIT. I CAN HEAR YOU IN THE KITCHEN, OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, my mother heard me and was like 'WHAT DID YOU SAY?!'&lt;br /&gt;and i said it again.&lt;br /&gt;thats pretty fucking brave of me.&lt;br /&gt;well, i can't say brave. i was just too fucking mad at her to care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then i whip my clothes on and head out the door.&lt;br /&gt;the morning, fun. usual shit, messing with people.&lt;br /&gt;first hour, art. talked to clinton and had a good idea for this multimedia thing we have to do.&lt;br /&gt;we have to take a phrase and then put related images and words in it, to make kind of a collage. but you don't have to cover the whole paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i decided i'm going to draw a big Sigil Of Baphomet and have the slipknot lyrics 'if you're 555 i'm 666' in the background, and some other lyrics from that song. (The Heretic Anthem)&lt;br /&gt;its going to look very clean, very chaotically neat.&lt;br /&gt;thats an oxymoron if i've ever heard one.&lt;br /&gt;want another oxymoron?&lt;br /&gt;happy thursday. it just doesn't work.&lt;br /&gt;thursdays, are torture. you want it to be friday but its not. you don't want to deal with shit, but you have to.&lt;br /&gt;disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one good thing, today?&lt;br /&gt;we had cute anchors on the morning news.  (channel 22.)&lt;br /&gt;some chick with black hair, and the meteorologist cari peugeot.&lt;br /&gt;spelled wrong, most likely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE WORLD SPREADS ITS LEGS, FOR ANOTHER STAR&lt;br /&gt;WORLD SHOWS ITS FACE FOR ANOTHER SCAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second hour, a load of bull shit. like usual. phys ed is gay.&lt;br /&gt;homeroom, normal.&lt;br /&gt;third hour, english. got some candy, had a nice long thought about who i liked and why, talked to tiffani.&lt;br /&gt;fourth hour, sat around with fuckin roberto and fuckin kenny talking about shit.&lt;br /&gt;made fun of roberto, talked about hot chicks and x-ray glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT ANY FUCKIN WAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still don't know why i'm pissed. i just feel like ripping someones testicles off and shoving them in their mothers twat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want to tell every friend i have besides clinton, jared, carl, craig, and devin to go FUCK THEMSELVES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that includes all of you.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not accidentally forgetting some one.&lt;br /&gt;trust me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437911-113347035096414130?l=spikesandchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/feeds/113347035096414130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437911&amp;postID=113347035096414130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/113347035096414130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/113347035096414130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/2005/12/welllll-fucking-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>the-tmasta</name><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-6437911.post-113322854813397962</id><published>2005-11-28T20:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T20:42:28.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>welllll, heres a damn thoughtful post for you all.&lt;br /&gt;this is gonna be full of random musings, the original taylor cynicism, and just general damn good posting.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, like the old days.&lt;br /&gt;aren't you all some happy fuckers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, lets start off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, those of you who know me very closely know that i do not generally like the newspaper, nor do i care for most of its bull shit one-sided storytelling.&lt;br /&gt;but, i did find a story in the Sunday newspaper that i found extremely amazing.&lt;br /&gt;Nancy Sulok wrote about how the Citizens For Community Values' member Patrick Mangan overstepped the line when he tried to have the play 'The Full Monty' banned from local theatres.&lt;br /&gt;why, you ask?&lt;br /&gt;because it had a brief nude scene at the climax of the story.&lt;br /&gt;she wrote about how he is going too damn far.&lt;br /&gt;which, is completely right.&lt;br /&gt;the CFCV has overstepped many many lines.&lt;br /&gt;they've had several strip bars shut down lately, and for what reason?&lt;br /&gt;"community values."&lt;br /&gt;sorry, but 1)most stripbars are not in a community, they're far away from your 'perfect' little suburbs.&lt;br /&gt;so, whats the reason?&lt;br /&gt;you're not corrupting the children.&lt;br /&gt;shit, the windows are blacked, the doors are extremely thick (from what i've heard) and the women stay completely clothed when outside of the strip club (and on duty.)&lt;br /&gt;at least, when they follow the rules.&lt;br /&gt;BUT, if a rule is broken, that is definitely &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no reason&lt;/span&gt; to have a stripclub shut down completely.&lt;br /&gt;CFCV is a group of art-destroyers, who will not be content until all nudity is destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;and what beauty is there, if there is no nudity? no purity?&lt;br /&gt;but, i digress. you guys need to read that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;onto a new subject. Saturday, was extremely entertaining. i shot a 12gauge shotgun at little neon green skeet targets.&lt;br /&gt;yep, mutha fuckas..i shot skeet.&lt;br /&gt;it was pretty fuckin fresh.&lt;br /&gt;then, that night, i went to the mall with craig, rachel, and her friend sara.&lt;br /&gt;craig is the shit.&lt;br /&gt;rachel is the shit.&lt;br /&gt;i am the shit.&lt;br /&gt;sara? shes not the shit.&lt;br /&gt;she was on her cell most of the time, which was gheyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;but, yeah. i bought Homework by Daft Punk. thats what i'm listening to now.&lt;br /&gt;extremely, extremely good CD, everybody. buy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, what am i doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;i'm sitting on my ass listening to daft punk and drinking a mikes hard cranberry lemonade.&lt;br /&gt;feeling alright. a little groggy, but in a good mood and wishing everyone would just go to sleep and let me turn up the music.&lt;br /&gt;but they just gotttta be watchin TV so i gotta use my headphones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhhh welllllll.&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;i've decided..that, well. shit, i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;i've decided on my best male friends.&lt;br /&gt;craig and clinton (tied)&lt;br /&gt;carl&lt;br /&gt;devin&lt;br /&gt;tony&lt;br /&gt;yeahhh. the weird thing is, clinton and tony don't get along with craig and devin.&lt;br /&gt;but, craig should get along with clinton, at least.&lt;br /&gt;he hates him because he used to be racist.&lt;br /&gt;thats a fucking stupid reason. ;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, this is really a good day.&lt;br /&gt;went to school..did normal school shit.&lt;br /&gt;came home..napped.&lt;br /&gt;woke up, ate some soup.&lt;br /&gt;then got on here, and sat around for a while.&lt;br /&gt;i started this at 8:16. its 8:46.&lt;br /&gt;scratch that, 8:47.&lt;br /&gt;fucking long time for a post, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats the way i like, mother fucker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437911-113322854813397962?l=spikesandchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/feeds/113322854813397962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437911&amp;postID=113322854813397962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/113322854813397962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/113322854813397962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/2005/11/welllll-heres-damn-thoughtful-post-for.html' title=''/><author><name>the-tmasta</name><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-6437911.post-113312084230261063</id><published>2005-11-27T14:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T14:47:22.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know, i really love it how people talk shit behind my back.&lt;br /&gt;and then, have the mo fuckin NERVE to tell me they didn't.&lt;br /&gt;so, FUCK JULIA, FUCK KELSIE, AND FUCK EVERYBODY (besides carl) THAT WAS AT JULIAS HOUSE LAST NIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can suck my testicle, MOTHER FUCKERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea, and heres me broadcastin it, i don't give a fuck&lt;br /&gt;I GOT ONE TESTICLE.&lt;br /&gt;born that way, didn't lose it..dunno where the fuck it is, tho.&lt;br /&gt;who knows, thats some pretty bitchin stuff right there.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, WHO THE FUCK ELSE has one nut.&lt;br /&gt;no fucking body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeaaa, you know it, mother fuckers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437911-113312084230261063?l=spikesandchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/feeds/113312084230261063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437911&amp;postID=113312084230261063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/113312084230261063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/113312084230261063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/2005/11/you-know-i-really-love-it-how-people.html' title=''/><author><name>the-tmasta</name><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-6437911.post-113271724800278074</id><published>2005-11-22T22:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T22:40:48.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know, this REALLY pisses me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at &lt;a href="http://pspmedia.ign.com/psp/image/article/635/635493/WhitePSP_Image1_1121945263.jpg"&gt;  this.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is fucking beautiful, and yet, does america get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK NAH.&lt;br /&gt;"our name is sony and we hate america! we love to release limited edition stuff and really cool extra shit in JAPAN! fuck you americans!''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, sony.&lt;br /&gt;if only your consoles weren't so fuckin good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love nintendo, too.&lt;br /&gt;if it weren't for nintendo, gaming probably wouldn't be what it is.&lt;br /&gt;but, whats up with the Revolution? some weird ass controllers goin down out there.&lt;br /&gt;but, with the Assbox360 bein' four hundred fucking dollars, and hearing that PissStation three will be about 450, 500 bucks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm saying fuck that, i'm sticking with portable shit and the current-gen consoles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you know, some of us are not green enough to live in the next generation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437911-113271724800278074?l=spikesandchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/feeds/113271724800278074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437911-113263305112692251?l=spikesandchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/feeds/113263305112692251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437911&amp;postID=113263305112692251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/113263305112692251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/113263305112692251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-really-love-this-new-template.html' title=''/><author><name>the-tmasta</name><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-6437911.post-113253986596074350</id><published>2005-11-20T21:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T21:24:25.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>can you spell S-T-A-L-K-E-R?</title><content type='html'>Mpeanut10: hey&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: yo holmes.&lt;br /&gt;Mpeanut10: have you and kelsie talked?&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: about?&lt;br /&gt;Mpeanut10: about having feelings for eachother or whatever&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: well&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: wouldn't you like to fuckin know. ;/&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: why do you get so excited when i find girls that i like?&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: and every girl i'm with, i make a cute couple with. hmmmmm. that makes me think.&lt;br /&gt;Mpeanut10: oh my god &lt;br /&gt;Mpeanut10: you think i'm like obsessed with you don't you&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: hmm.&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: yes, i do.&lt;br /&gt;Mpeanut10: well, i'm not ok&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: uhhh-huh.&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: why do you get so excited about it?&lt;br /&gt;Mpeanut10: i think you and kelsie would make a cute couple&lt;br /&gt;Mpeanut10: i wasn't even excited about it&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: same thing with ashley&lt;br /&gt;Mpeanut10: i'm not obsessed with you&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: but, how do i know that?&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: paranoia kicks in when you take so much interest in my life, particularly my love interests.&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: my life is no soap opera, you fiendish woman!&lt;br /&gt;Mpeanut10 signed off at 9:23:37 PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;aughing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;y &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;ucking &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;ss &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;ff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437911-113253986596074350?l=spikesandchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/feeds/113253986596074350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437911&amp;postID=113253986596074350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/113253986596074350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/113253986596074350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/2005/11/can-you-spell-s-t-l-k-e-r.html' title='can you spell S-T-A-L-K-E-R?'/><author><name>the-tmasta</name><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-6437911.post-113237967162532390</id><published>2005-11-19T00:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T00:54:31.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>kelsie, kelsie, kelsie.&lt;br /&gt;you are my best friend in the whole entire damn world. i can say that and mean it with every ounce of my grand existance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can never be seriously MAD at you, i can never actually hate you.&lt;br /&gt;i never have.&lt;br /&gt;i've been 'mad' at you, but only in a social term, of being pissed about something you've done..&lt;br /&gt;but i could never hate the core.&lt;br /&gt;you are beautiful, on the inside and on the outside.&lt;br /&gt;i know you hate your weight, which isn't even a big deal because its not a big problem, you aren't paige or any of that shit.&lt;br /&gt;i know you think you're ugly, but you're dead fuckin wrong.&lt;br /&gt;i know you think that everyone else is prettier than you, but again, you're dead fuckin wrong.&lt;br /&gt;proof?&lt;br /&gt;look at amada, look at paige, look at the random ugly skank on the corner.&lt;br /&gt;-shudder-&lt;br /&gt;think of the ratings!&lt;br /&gt;but, i want you to know that i &lt;i&gt;LOVE LOVE LOVE&lt;/i&gt; you, kelsie sue harmon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter what boy troubles you have, no matter what stupid bastard you might love or be with..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres always a taylor glenn wilson here for you, babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437911-113237967162532390?l=spikesandchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6437911.post-113202219376099322</id><published>2005-11-14T21:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T21:36:33.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, here i am to wish you all a belated happy veterans day, and a salute to those who have fought in other wars that may be seen as more....logical, when compared to our current conflict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, i digress.&lt;br /&gt;today sucked ballsssssss.s.s.ssss.sss..s...sd/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't have anything to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;i love slipknot, NIN, marilyn manson, and daft punk.&lt;br /&gt;all i've really been listening to. ;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm playing Quake II on hard mode. &lt;br /&gt;they don't call that shit hard mode for nothin, that shit is H-A-R-D.&lt;br /&gt;woo, that sounded wrong.&lt;br /&gt;(guttermindguttermindguttermind)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, i'm losing my mind and no one can tell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437911-113202219376099322?l=spikesandchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/feeds/113202219376099322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437911&amp;postID=113202219376099322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/113202219376099322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/113202219376099322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/2005/11/well-here-i-am-to-wish-you-all-belated.html' title=''/><author><name>the-tmasta</name><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-6437911.post-112950666630246493</id><published>2005-11-07T22:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T22:25:29.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tmasta xxx: hillary&lt;br /&gt;RoCkInPuNkChIcK7: yeah?&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: do you like the hard fucking?&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: or the soft fucking.&lt;br /&gt;RoCkInPuNkChIcK7: hahah umm...probably a little bit of both. and u?&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: hmm. i would say the hard fucking, but then again, thats just me.&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: sometimes you're just tired and you go 'can you just like, get on top and do it? i'm tired as fuck.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx (6:46:37 PM): mara&lt;br /&gt;Mpeanut10 (6:46:43 PM): yes?&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx (6:46:54 PM): do you like the hard fucking? or the softer fucking, the sloooooow stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Mpeanut10 (6:47:32 PM): that was random&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx (6:47:46 PM): ;/ are you gonna pull the stupid stuff you do when i ask random questions&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx (6:47:48 PM): or just answer it? ;/&lt;br /&gt;Mpeanut10 (6:47:57 PM): ok the hard fucking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMFAO LMFAO LMFAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: let me ask you a question, miss.&lt;br /&gt;Bayside IXI: Okay.&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: do you like hard fucking, or soft fucking?&lt;br /&gt;Bayside IXI: Depends.&lt;br /&gt;Bayside IXI: I like it hard untill it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;Bayside IXI: Then sofy.&lt;br /&gt;Bayside IXI: soft*&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: i see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: do you like hard fucking, or soft fucking?&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: lmfao.&lt;br /&gt;x3Mamimi: soft gets me REALLY horny&lt;br /&gt;x3Mamimi: then I want it hard&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: i see.&lt;br /&gt;x3Mamimi: lol&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the moral here is..2 and a half girls out of four prefer hard fucking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i added people who said they liked both as a 1/2 of a person.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437911-112950666630246493?l=spikesandchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/feeds/112950666630246493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437911&amp;postID=112950666630246493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALL I WANNA DO IS STAMP YOU OUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437911-113133389685971073?l=spikesandchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/feeds/113133389685971073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437911&amp;postID=113133389685971073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/113133389685971073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/113133389685971073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-got-9_06.html' title=''/><author><name>the-tmasta</name><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-6437911.post-113133285328341529</id><published>2005-11-06T21:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T22:07:33.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i got 9.0 : live.&lt;br /&gt;thats really all that matters, so fuck you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437911-113133285328341529?l=spikesandchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/feeds/113133285328341529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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hallows eve was quite fun.&lt;br /&gt;so, school was aight.&lt;br /&gt;hadda go to school wit my hair CUT, nigga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, i came home. tried to call craig cause he shoulda gone trick or treating with me and ashley and sam...but he didn't. THAT FUCKER.&lt;br /&gt;so i just went with ash and sam, and had a really good time.&lt;br /&gt;walkin' around in the rain soaking wet and arguing with ashley over who should wear my hoodie.&lt;br /&gt;i was right, because she should. she matters more than i do, and i can stand the cold. ;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shes absolutely loveable, though.&lt;br /&gt;sam is great, too, i just wish i knew her more. shes always sad. ;(&lt;br /&gt;so then after we walked around soaking wet with ashley on a leash for a while, we went back to ashleys house and then went  out to eat. had some pizza, drank some nasty saltwater, woo.&lt;br /&gt;fun times, to sum it all up.&lt;br /&gt;got home, was soaked.&lt;br /&gt;and..here i am.&lt;br /&gt;so how are you all?&lt;br /&gt;good, i assume.&lt;br /&gt;or maybe bad?&lt;br /&gt;hmm, who knows.&lt;br /&gt;well, i know.&lt;br /&gt;i'm good..but its shower time.&lt;br /&gt;so i'll talk to you fuckers later. ;/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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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-6437911.post-113053809809533185</id><published>2005-10-28T18:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T17:21:38.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My name is Sarah</title><content type='html'>My name is Sarah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am three,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are swollen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot see,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must be stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must be bad,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else could have made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daddy so mad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I were better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I weren't ugly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then maybe my mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would still want to hug me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't do a wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't speak at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or else I'm locked up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm awake I'm all alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house is dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My folks aren't home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my mommy does come home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try and be nice,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe I'll just get&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One whipping tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just heard a car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daddy is back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Charlie's bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear him curse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is called&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I press myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Against the wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From his evil eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so afraid now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He finds me weeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calls me ugly words,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says its my fault&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He suffers at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He slaps and hits me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yells at me more,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally get free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And run to the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's already locked it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I start to bawl,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He takes me and throws me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Against the hard wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fall to the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my bones nearly broken,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my daddy continues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With more bad words spoken,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Im sorry!", I scream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its now much too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His face has been twisted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into an unimaginable shape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hurt and the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again and again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh please God, have mercy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh please let it end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he finally stops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And heads for the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I lay there motionless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brawled on the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Sarah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am three,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight my daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murdered me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sickens me to the soul,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you read this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't pass it on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray for your forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you would have to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One heartless person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To not be effected&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this Poem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because you are effected,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do something about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all I ask you to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is pass this on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU ARE AGAINST CHILD ABUSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE COPY AND PASTE THIS AND PASS IT ON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lmfao. at the very expense of entertaining myself, i have passed this on&lt;br /&gt;but this is alright, because i have introduced this disgusting bull shit as a parody of sorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really sick of all this 'pass it around' bull shit.&lt;br /&gt;yet another example of the herd mentality, because they ALL seem to have something to do with horrible things.&lt;br /&gt;and why must one spread their sorrows like oh so much butter?&lt;br /&gt;keep it to your damn self, deal with it in the most appropriate way.&lt;br /&gt;and by appropriate, i mean by not telling the whole fucking world about how child abuse is bad.&lt;br /&gt;we know.&lt;br /&gt;and yes, i could be considered heartless : this had no sympathetic effect on me in any way.&lt;br /&gt;except for that of annoyance towards its author, of course, for being such a idiotic sheep.&lt;br /&gt;but, i digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my day was alright.&lt;br /&gt;serita still is being a fucking skank to craig. ;/&lt;br /&gt;sara called and was talking to craig.&lt;br /&gt;what pisses me off, though, is craig puts up with all of it and is too much of a fucking sissy to just tell them that he wants to take a damn break.&lt;br /&gt;;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;fuck it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437911-113053809809533185?l=spikesandchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/feeds/113053809809533185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437911&amp;postID=113053809809533185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/113053809809533185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/113053809809533185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-name-is-sarah.html' title='My name is Sarah'/><author><name>the-tmasta</name><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-6437911.post-113029049799032480</id><published>2005-10-25T20:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T20:34:57.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tmasta xxx: aha, tis turkey-man, my archnemesis.&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: good evening to you, turkey-man.&lt;br /&gt;Str8outa574: Fuck...&lt;br /&gt;Str8outa574: not you again&lt;br /&gt;Str8outa574: Cheeburger Frank&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: yes, it is i.&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: i have come to you in seek of peace between us lunchfoods.&lt;br /&gt;Str8outa574: Fine.. but this peace comes at a price..&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: my buns?!&lt;br /&gt;Str8outa574: Domination over all the plastic sporks.&lt;br /&gt;Str8outa574: And your buns&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: ohh, okay.&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: shit..&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: i'll give you one bun, and all the sporks, but i keep the napkins.&lt;br /&gt;Str8outa574: Fine.&lt;br /&gt;Str8outa574: AND SO SHALL IT BE&lt;br /&gt;Str8outa574: And lets just assume "here" in short for "here i am, rock you like a hurricane"&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: lmfao. okay.&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: well, jared. in actuality, how are you?&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: minus the whole foodstuff drama.&lt;br /&gt;Str8outa574: im fine&lt;br /&gt;Str8outa574: and yourself?&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: pretty good. a little out of it, just got up from a nappy.&lt;br /&gt;Str8outa574: well thats badass.&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: absofuckinlutely.&lt;br /&gt;Str8outa574: nappy's are a masculine&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: they are.&lt;br /&gt;Str8outa574: gosh&lt;br /&gt;Str8outa574: i gotta shite&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: awww shit.&lt;br /&gt;Str8outa574: and then dishes&lt;br /&gt;Str8outa574: so&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: havefun.&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: peace nigga&lt;br /&gt;Str8outa574: literally&lt;br /&gt;Str8outa574: shit.&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: yeah, i know.&lt;br /&gt;Str8outa574: inner peace&lt;br /&gt;Str8outa574: and chicken grease.&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: fuck yeaaa&lt;br /&gt;Str8outa574 is away at 8:27:57 PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone tell me; how the FUCK did i come up with turkey-man?&lt;br /&gt;that is so pimp.&lt;br /&gt;but nappys are for fags.&lt;br /&gt;i took a NAP. not a nappy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437911-113029049799032480?l=spikesandchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><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-6437911.post-113020786314719399</id><published>2005-10-24T21:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T21:37:43.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THE NOISE IS SO DAMN LOUD&lt;br /&gt;BUT EVERYTHING ELSE IS JUST DISTANT SOUND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slip fucking knot.&lt;br /&gt;soon, soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, i was thinking.&lt;br /&gt;and i realized, that one thing has kept me and my lasalle buddies together.&lt;br /&gt;(that includes CRAIG DEVIN KELSIE JULIA AMADA MARA) and some others&lt;br /&gt;THE INTERNET.&lt;br /&gt;yes, that is true. i don't usually talk to them on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;but i talk to them alot on the NET! and, through xangas and blogs. alwayssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, one other thing kept us together.&lt;br /&gt;and that, dear people, is lots and lots of very friendly love.&lt;br /&gt;and maybe some more-than-friendly love.&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmmm.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here are some very nice lyrics to end off your fuckin night, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Am Hated -Slipknot&lt;br /&gt;The whole world is my enemy - and I'm a walking target&lt;br /&gt;Two times the devil with all the significance&lt;br /&gt;Dragged and raped for the love of a mob&lt;br /&gt;I can't stay - because I can't be stopped&lt;br /&gt;Eat motherfuckers alive who cross us&lt;br /&gt;I know you're all tired of the same ol' bosses&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you how it's gonna be&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna kill anyone who steps up in front of me&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the same ol' fucking scam&lt;br /&gt;Same ol' shit in a dead fad       &lt;br /&gt;Everybody wants to be so hard&lt;br /&gt;Are you real or a second rate sports card?&lt;br /&gt;They all lost their dad or their wife just died&lt;br /&gt;They never got to go outside - SHUT UP&lt;br /&gt;Nobody gives a fuck&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't change the fact that you suck&lt;br /&gt;(We are) The anti-cancer&lt;br /&gt;(We are) The only answer&lt;br /&gt;Stripped down, we want you dead&lt;br /&gt;But what's inside of me, you'll never know&lt;br /&gt;(We are) Bipolar gods&lt;br /&gt;(We are) You know what we are&lt;br /&gt;My life was always shit&lt;br /&gt;And I don't think I need this anymore&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm not pretty and I'm not cool&lt;br /&gt;But I'm fat and I'm ugly and proud - so fuck you&lt;br /&gt;Standing out is the new pretension&lt;br /&gt;Streamline the (sic)ness, half-assed aggression&lt;br /&gt;You gotta see it to believe it, we all got conned&lt;br /&gt;All the mediocre sacred cows we spawned&lt;br /&gt;Put your trust in the mission&lt;br /&gt;We will not repent - this is our religion&lt;br /&gt;(We are) The anti-cancer&lt;br /&gt;(We are) The only answer&lt;br /&gt;Stripped down, we want you dead&lt;br /&gt;But what's inside of me, you'll never know&lt;br /&gt;(We are) Bipolar gods&lt;br /&gt;(We are) You know what we are&lt;br /&gt;My life was always shit&lt;br /&gt;And I don't think I need this anymore   &lt;br /&gt;I AM HATED&lt;br /&gt;YOU ARE HATED&lt;br /&gt;WE ARE HATED       &lt;br /&gt;Everything sucks and I can prove it&lt;br /&gt;Everybody dies, shuffle on, remove it&lt;br /&gt;Individuals, indispensable&lt;br /&gt;I'm the paradox deity vessel&lt;br /&gt;...the other side holds no secret&lt;br /&gt;But this side is done, I don't need it&lt;br /&gt;Before you go, you should know you're breaking down&lt;br /&gt;You'll be rotten by the time you're underground&lt;br /&gt;(We are) The anti-cancer&lt;br /&gt;(We are) The only answer&lt;br /&gt;Stripped down, we want you dead&lt;br /&gt;But what's inside of me, you'll never know&lt;br /&gt;(We are) Bipolar gods&lt;br /&gt;(We are) You know what we are&lt;br /&gt;My life was always shit&lt;br /&gt;And I don't think I need this anymore&lt;br /&gt;(We Are) The source of conscience&lt;br /&gt;(We Are) Distorted sentients&lt;br /&gt;There's only one thing left&lt;br /&gt;And I can't leave until it's sated&lt;br /&gt;(We Are) The absolute&lt;br /&gt;(We Are) Controlling you&lt;br /&gt;They're closing in, I can't escape&lt;br /&gt;I AM HATED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty much a theme song for how i think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437911-113020786314719399?l=spikesandchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/feeds/113020786314719399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437911&amp;postID=113020786314719399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/113020786314719399'/><link rel='self' 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SHIT&lt;br /&gt;i'm everything you'll never be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people are shit.&lt;br /&gt;people have been fucking up the world with absolutely no regard to our beautiful earth and what greatness it could reacquire if only we were to stop our so-called 'progressive' destruction.&lt;br /&gt;and no one even gives half a shit.&lt;br /&gt;no one feels bad when they ride a city bus, which burns gallons and gallons of fuels which pollute our atmosphere and will soon lead to our very destruction.&lt;br /&gt;no one feels bad when they leave plastic wrappers on the ground to dilute the purity of our earth.&lt;br /&gt;STOP POLLUTING.&lt;br /&gt;START CARING.&lt;br /&gt;STOP FIGHTING OVER OIL.&lt;br /&gt;START CARING ABOUT OTHER PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;STOP FIGHTING OVER CONTROL OF THE AMERICAN POPULATION.&lt;br /&gt;STOP LOVING YOUR GOD.&lt;br /&gt;START LOVING THE WORTHY NEIGHBORS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the apocalypse comes not from god, but from the idiocy of the human population.&lt;br /&gt;but, alas, i believe i know why you do not care.&lt;br /&gt;you be able to die peacefully, knowing that you will go to heaven for leading a great life.&lt;br /&gt;BULL SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;there is no god and the only apocalypse is formed by us, another way to show that HUMANS control their own LIFE, not a GOD who is OMNIPOTENT but NONEXISTANT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will a please help?&lt;br /&gt;i cry for our earth, but the tears are only fuel to what shall become a war machine, the newest revolutional deus ex machina.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437911-113000154276614817?l=spikesandchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/feeds/113000154276614817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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lucifer?&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: no.&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: didn't we already talk about Satanism?&lt;br /&gt;billmerv005: no nono&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: or were you pulling the Christian Ignorance Routine?&lt;br /&gt;billmerv005: i ask you if you believe in it&lt;br /&gt;billmerv005: you say no&lt;br /&gt;billmerv005: then why the FUCK are you refering santanism to yourself&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: because you weren't listening when i explained Satanism to you before.&lt;br /&gt;billmerv005: you said if it isnt satanism..then fuck it..&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: Satanism is, essentially, worshipping yourself. Satan is a positive worldview, seen as the purity of nature and represents all things of the earth, which are pure and carnal. to be a Satanist is to realize you are elite. to be a Satanist is to be able to say 'fuck you, i am superior' and believe it.&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: there are no deities, no demigods or eternal beings&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: there is only nature.&lt;br /&gt;billmerv005: satanism is retarded&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: lmfao.&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: how so?&lt;br /&gt;billmerv005: because a stubborn person decided to be different and not be like all the followers of constantine&lt;br /&gt;billmerv005: if you lived back in like..1588..&lt;br /&gt;billmerv005: youd be christian taylor&lt;br /&gt;billmerv005: i garauntee it&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: lmfao.&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: of course, i wouldn't be giving much thought to religion&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: i would be working my ass off and trying to keep away from murderers and thieves.&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: i would be christian because there was nothing else around.&lt;br /&gt;billmerv005: you'd have no religious freedome&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: exactly.&lt;br /&gt;billmerv005: and if there was a non religious person talking to us..&lt;br /&gt;billmerv005: im sure theyd tell us that people just made up all these religions and all that lucifer related ship to be different. to change to the world.&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: okay, that lucifer shit&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: back up.&lt;br /&gt;billmerv005: you have a problem with me calling lucifer by his original name?&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: no, no&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: theres another sentence coming, uno momento&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anton_Szandor_La_Vey&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: read about that man.&lt;br /&gt;billmerv005: ...anton is my favorite name...&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: hes the founder of the Church Of Satan, in 1966.&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: he compiled all of his beliefs not by 'supernatural experiences', but admitted that he had used his knowledge and his experiences in life to create the religion.&lt;br /&gt;billmerv005: you know....&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: he did it not to be different, he did it because he saw something wrong with everything going on in his time, and many of those wrongs continue to this day.&lt;br /&gt;billmerv005: its funny how you say taht we shouldnt believe in the bible and what not just cause its old..&lt;br /&gt;billmerv005: i guess that means we shouldnt believe in christopher columbus and what not.&lt;br /&gt;billmerv005: adn cave men..&lt;br /&gt;billmerv005: cause they were muchos older than jesus and the bible&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: exactly&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: i believe in cave men&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: because there is lots of proff&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: proof*&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: christopher columbus didn't discover jack shit, he didn't even set foot on american land&lt;br /&gt;billmerv005: the cavemen stuff...might not have been from cavemen&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: those are things that you can believe happened, because there is so much proof and it seems like a natural thing.&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: but the things in the bible are so otherworldly and unnatural, plus there isn't any concrete proof&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: nothing but a book.&lt;br /&gt;billmerv005: you dont know whats in our world.&lt;br /&gt;billmerv005: we're just a smalll part of the universe&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: by world i mean planet.&lt;br /&gt;billmerv005: just because its unatural to some..&lt;br /&gt;billmerv005: doesnt mean it isnt possible&lt;br /&gt;billmerv005: it could be true.&lt;br /&gt;billmerv005: people are just too thick headed to even consider it&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: lmfao.&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: you can't point the thick headed finger at me, miss.&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: i tried to fit in with the christians when i was youynger&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: i tried to believe&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: and i got turned away each time, every damn time. i resent all of you because you are disgusting, and i am glad i was rejected, look what i am now? i am on the path to greatness.&lt;br /&gt;billmerv005: opinion...&lt;br /&gt;billmerv005: you shouldnt..as judgemental and as doubtful as you are&lt;br /&gt;billmerv005: why cant you fucking just accept peoples believes&lt;br /&gt;billmerv005: beliefs&lt;br /&gt;billmerv005: you'd want people to accept yours&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: because they are fucking idiocy&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: i don't want to be accepted, i don't need people. you're all idiots&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: there are, of course, exceptions&lt;br /&gt;billmerv005: and you'd a creepy weirdo who is a waste of flesh and blood.&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: i am judgemental because i know what is right, i am doubtful because i know only one truth.&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: lmfao, i believe you have that wrong? i am a creepy weirdo, i love it. but, on the other hand..&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: you are the waste of flesh and blood.&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: you are damned to live your life in constant fear of doing good for your god and getting to heaven&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: constant fear of not doing good**&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: and i will be living my life full of indulgence and greatness.&lt;br /&gt;billmerv005: i could say everything youre saying about your belief..and youd disagree&lt;br /&gt;billmerv005: its all a matter of opinion&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: thats what you keep saying&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: and i understand that.&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: i understand that my opinion is right&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: and yours is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: you are entitled to your opinion&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: and so am i.&lt;br /&gt;billmerv005: then stop putting religious people down and making them feel like shit!&lt;br /&gt;billmerv005: and we can stop putting you down!&lt;br /&gt;billmerv005: ..theres no harm in worshiping something or someone&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: yes, there is!&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: you're throwing away a precious life to some god that you don't even know&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: and if you're so right, then why do you feel like shit?&lt;br /&gt;billmerv005: becuase you hurt feelings&lt;br /&gt;billmerv005: and make them feel wrong and ...contaminated&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: because you are.&lt;br /&gt;billmerv005: opinion&lt;br /&gt;billmerv005: its called feelings taylor&lt;br /&gt;billmerv005: and if you showed some&lt;br /&gt;billmerv005: youd understand&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: lmfao, i am a very passionate person. there are things that i love&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: but that passion goes both ways..there are things that i hate, too.&lt;br /&gt;billmerv005: has there every been onces in your life..you'd cried about something.&lt;br /&gt;billmerv005: once&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: haha. i have cried, yes.&lt;br /&gt;billmerv005: about?&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: i cried when my great grandmother died, and i was about eight.&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: since then, i haven't cried.&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: six years.&lt;br /&gt;billmerv005: thats bad.&lt;br /&gt;billmerv005: plus everyone cries when their 8&lt;br /&gt;billmerv005: their immature&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: how is that bad?&lt;br /&gt;billmerv005: much like yourself now&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: if this is bad&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: then i love it.&lt;br /&gt;billmerv005: mmm&lt;br /&gt;billmerv005: shame.&lt;br /&gt;billmerv005: but. im gonna go take a shower and get ready for bed.&lt;br /&gt;billmerv005: i just want you to know...that we've talked about you at church...and we pray for you sometimes..&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: lmfao.&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: waste of breath.&lt;br /&gt;billmerv005: you'll change..&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: lmfao&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: whatever you say.&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: you have sweet dreams about your plastic god, girl.&lt;br /&gt;billmerv005: other wise your soul will just wither in you til something really important to you dies.&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: haha. alright.&lt;br /&gt;billmerv005: mmmhmm.&lt;br /&gt;billmerv005: god bless.&lt;br /&gt;billmerv005 signed off at 11:20:21 PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, my dearest&lt;br /&gt;pray more, i do believe my soul is withering and decaying like a rotten corpse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437911-112960939058206389?l=spikesandchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/feeds/112960939058206389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437911&amp;postID=112960939058206389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/112960939058206389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/112960939058206389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/2005/10/billmerv005-do-you-believe-in-lucifer.html' title=''/><author><name>the-tmasta</name><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-6437911.post-112923691098475206</id><published>2005-10-13T15:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T15:55:10.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;tmasta xxx (3:44:36 PM): kels? i needa tell you somethin.&lt;br /&gt;x3Mamimi (3:44:40 PM): ....?&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx (3:45:06 PM): look.. the reason i talked about all my guy friends is because they're better friends than you.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i'll say it, you're not as good a friend as craig, or devin, or any of my guy friends, really.&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx (3:45:26 PM): its like a shot in the heart when theres all this stuff on your xanga about "my best friends!" and my name is absent.&lt;br /&gt;x3Mamimi (3:45:46 PM): .....oh.&lt;br /&gt;x3Mamimi (3:45:56 PM): yeah mostly because Katie gets all depressed&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx (3:45:57 PM): ;/ and maybe they are better friends, i dunno. i just really needed to say that.&lt;br /&gt;x3Mamimi (3:46:07 PM):  when I don't say something about her&lt;br /&gt;x3Mamimi (3:46:13 PM):  and billy is 'my best friend'&lt;br /&gt;x3Mamimi (3:46:16 PM):  just a random lable&lt;br /&gt;x3Mamimi (3:46:18 PM):  and this ugly chick&lt;br /&gt;x3Mamimi (3:46:23 PM):  keeps talking to him&lt;br /&gt;x3Mamimi (3:46:28 PM):  so I was like 'yeah he's MY best friend'&lt;br /&gt;x3Mamimi (3:46:52 PM): but, ok.&lt;br /&gt;x3Mamimi (3:47:00 PM):  I guess I'm glad you told me.&lt;br /&gt;x3Mamimi is away at 3:47:11 PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; "but I just want to get a few things straight. &lt;p&gt;Best friends = Katie Elise Sara Nicole Amada&lt;br /&gt;BEST friend= Billy. Mine. Billy is mine.&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend = CoTy. Only. CoTy. Mine. Also."&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                    -&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/hatchetbeauty"&gt;kelsie's xanga&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so your excuse or whatever makes no sense.&lt;br /&gt;i don't get how that excuse applies, because amada is on there and you're always bitching about how amada makes you mad sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;and nicole?&lt;br /&gt;and sara?&lt;br /&gt;and elise?&lt;br /&gt;you didn't mention any of them getting depressed, at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;ugh, i hate it when i waste love without knowing it.&lt;br /&gt;i don't say a single word for all the 948609346843064368 posts without my name in it, and the first one that doesn't have anything about kelsie when there are best friends involved, i'm mad at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm going to leave before this takes one bad fucking turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437911-112923691098475206?l=spikesandchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/feeds/112923691098475206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437911&amp;postID=112923691098475206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/112923691098475206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/112923691098475206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/2005/10/tmasta-xxx-34436-pm-kels-i-needa-tell.html' title=''/><author><name>the-tmasta</name><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-6437911.post-112917553105266584</id><published>2005-10-12T22:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T22:52:11.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm, i daresay.&lt;br /&gt;school was aight.&lt;br /&gt;first hour social studies.&lt;br /&gt;had a test, aced it like a mofucka.&lt;br /&gt;it was boring as always, seeing as becky is only worth so much as eye candy and even i get bored of looking.&lt;br /&gt;sorry, but she has no sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second hour was, well, as good as mr. hoppers gets, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;hes fat and he doesn't hate me, which is cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, i'm listening to BYOB. haven't listened to that in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, third hour was alright. did a presentation on George Orwell's "1984" which is a great book.&lt;br /&gt;fourth hour was that pep rally thing.&lt;br /&gt;it was funny, but only because i sat by kayla and we made fun of midgets and the step team.&lt;br /&gt;which, the midget was on the step team.&lt;br /&gt;now THAT is some funny shit, a little midget chick dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i'm done.&lt;br /&gt;good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437911-112917553105266584?l=spikesandchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/feeds/112917553105266584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437911&amp;postID=112917553105266584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/112917553105266584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/112917553105266584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/2005/10/hmm-i-daresay.html' title=''/><author><name>the-tmasta</name><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-6437911.post-112907632851627982</id><published>2005-10-11T19:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T19:39:43.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>this is just killing me, i swear.</title><content type='html'>listen, guys.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just really sick of all of you.&lt;br /&gt;yes, you, and you.&lt;br /&gt;ALL OF YOU.&lt;br /&gt;tony and clint and DJ  are officially my best fuckin' friends.&lt;br /&gt;craig and devin rank JUST BARELY below that, because i never fuckin' see them.&lt;br /&gt;which leaves me, taylor, with five long lost brothers.&lt;br /&gt;that is a fuggin shitload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should just open up a big ass house and live in it with all my homies.&lt;br /&gt;and lotsa whores or bitches or something like that. ;/&lt;br /&gt;because we'd eventually get annoyed with eachother and need somebody else to chill with.&lt;br /&gt;and THAT is when the women come in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, i am absolutely sick of all this 'equality' bull shit.&lt;br /&gt;its aiding in conformity.&lt;br /&gt;all of this stupid fucking feminism that encourages women to be just as damn manly as men,&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FUCK?&lt;br /&gt;girls and men are meant to be opposites in ways and the same in others.&lt;br /&gt;and at the same time these stupid asses sit and read their Jane magazines and spend their boyfriends money to run out and buy their recommended perfumes and lipglosses to attract what?&lt;br /&gt;TO ATTRACT MEN.&lt;br /&gt;hmm, so if they are so equal, why do they have to TRY to attract men?&lt;br /&gt;listen, everybody.&lt;br /&gt;some people are superior and some people are inferior.&lt;br /&gt;there is no such thing as equality, NO ONE IS THE SAME.&lt;br /&gt;no matter how hard the fucking government tries, there will always be better people and worse people.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not saying that there is one group of people who are superior and one group of people who are inferior, no.&lt;br /&gt;honestly, i view just about all humanity as utterly contemptible and disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;there are always exceptions, of course, because there are smart people and entertaining people and rational people and people who realize that equality is bull shit.&lt;br /&gt;you know, people should stop bitching about racism and think.&lt;br /&gt;think real fuckin' hard at how the majority of the black population makes themselves look, with rappers and all of this bull shit.&lt;br /&gt;i can understand if the rappers have a point, or their lyrics are an art form&lt;br /&gt;but how does one explain "AHH SKEET SKEET SKEET. TILL THE SWEAT DRIPS DOWN MAH BALLZ, ALL THESE FEMALES FALL"&lt;br /&gt;that is not art, it is some kind of strange lyrical pornography, some type of spoken erotica.&lt;br /&gt;and yet it is made available to young children?&lt;br /&gt;so, niggers, work on your image and maybe the rednecks will stop hatin' ya.&lt;br /&gt;(Note : I view a nigger as a stupid black person, just as black people call white people crackers.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to start buying lots of rings for my left hand. a ring on every finger for that hand.&lt;br /&gt;you know why?&lt;br /&gt;of course you don't.&lt;br /&gt;because Satanism is a Left-Hand-Path, which means it values the advancement of one's self over other goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and christianity (along with other monotheistic religions) is a Right-Hand-Path, which means there is worship of one or more deities and the observance of strict moral codes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so by adorning my left hand with precious metals and stones, i will show that the Left-Hand-Path is the true path to be followed, the true victory of the mind.&lt;br /&gt;and, of course, there are inferior people who are not able to climb the intelligence-based ledge required to reach the Left-Hand-Path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i have left to say is FUCK THE BELIEVERS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437911-112907632851627982?l=spikesandchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/feeds/112907632851627982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437911&amp;postID=112907632851627982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/112907632851627982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/112907632851627982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/2005/10/this-is-just-killing-me-i-swear.html' title='this is just killing me, i swear.'/><author><name>the-tmasta</name><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-6437911.post-112890797281272662</id><published>2005-10-09T19:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T20:32:52.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahh.....&lt;br /&gt;this is where we post, taylor.&lt;br /&gt;SO FUCKING THINK.&lt;br /&gt;;/ sorry, slavedriver brain. sorrrrry.&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS, how are all of you?&lt;br /&gt;i am deeply sorry about not being around at all this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;well, i'm sorry to my friends.&lt;br /&gt;but i don't care about any of the rest of ye fools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..come see my cage&lt;br /&gt;built in my grave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was up in wisconsin for my grandfathers funeral.&lt;br /&gt;i got one of his necklaces and one of his rings..&lt;br /&gt;didn't know him, but loved and respected the guy all the same.&lt;br /&gt;did a good job not crying through the funeral.&lt;br /&gt;'nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BREAKING NEWSFLASH ::: we just lost another nonbeliever, who shalt not be named..&lt;br /&gt;ever so damn unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hail fucking SATAN.&lt;br /&gt;tommy chong got outta jail, and isn't OFFICIALLY 'friends with mary jane.'&lt;br /&gt;to put it in code, of course.&lt;br /&gt;dammit dammit dammit&lt;br /&gt;i am done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437911-112890797281272662?l=spikesandchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/feeds/112890797281272662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437911&amp;postID=112890797281272662' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/112890797281272662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/112890797281272662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/2005/10/ahh.html' title=''/><author><name>the-tmasta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6437911.post-112838972032593121</id><published>2005-10-03T20:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T20:35:20.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>x3Mamimi: sorry &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: its fine, really.&lt;br /&gt;x3Mamimi is away at 8:21:47 PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auto response from x3Mamimi: bbl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least, i think it is.&lt;br /&gt;i just hate being thrown aside when people are 'so stressed' when i want to help out.&lt;br /&gt;but they never want to help me out.&lt;br /&gt;it feels like nobody gives a shit.&lt;br /&gt;i wish people would just tell me they don't give half a camels ass about me, instead of making me wonder.&lt;br /&gt;but then again, i already know that everyone else in your life is 92307432968643 times more important than my stupid ass.&lt;br /&gt;so just don't bother, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;minus, of course, julia and craig and devin.&lt;br /&gt;and tony and clint, of fuckin' course. (again.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really bothered by the fact that tony is gonna go to john glenn, i'm gonna go to adams or riley, tim is going to riley, and clint is going to washington..&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to be split up with my homies, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i guess it'll turn out.&lt;br /&gt;at least, i'll try really hard to make it turn out for the best.&lt;br /&gt;but why the hell would tony go to john glenn anyways?&lt;br /&gt;he knows &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no one&lt;/span&gt; there. wtf?&lt;br /&gt;so kelsey was supposedly talking shit about amanda and now they're fighting.&lt;br /&gt;amanda is too fucking sensitive, i swear.&lt;br /&gt;some guy comes up to me today at this auction i was at with my parents and goes "hey man, you lookin' for a knife?" and whips out this totally bad ass switchblade.&lt;br /&gt;i'm like "hmm." so i look at it. play with it for a couple minutes, and check my wallet.&lt;br /&gt;i totally played this bastard, because i took out a five and two ones (i had fourteen), and counted it once.&lt;br /&gt;counted it twice, to make it seem like i was desperate.&lt;br /&gt;i go "will you take seven, please?"&lt;br /&gt;and he goes 'close enough.'&lt;br /&gt;and ditches.&lt;br /&gt;i was like 'FUCKING SCORE BITCH.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ate a whole three containers of strawberries.&lt;br /&gt;i love strawberries, and the cool little mexican guy that sells them.&lt;br /&gt;hes so short. and he calls my dad Chief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad kicks ass. they're selling off the old laptops from his work, and he bid on a Sony for me.&lt;br /&gt;plus the Sony laptop comes with a free monitor, because it has a weird little line of dead pixels about 3/8 of an inch wide down the center. and it needs a new battery..&lt;br /&gt;but it'd be great for playing games and shit, you know? if i just used it like a desktop and kept it in my room.&lt;br /&gt;it has a modem, so i could get on the net, too.  SW33T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm all done with the insecurities and shit that you don't care about.&lt;br /&gt;good night and much &lt;3 if you read all of this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437911-112838972032593121?l=spikesandchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/feeds/112838972032593121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437911&amp;postID=112838972032593121' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/112838972032593121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/112838972032593121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/2005/10/x3mamimi-sorry-tmasta-xxx-its-fine.html' title=''/><author><name>the-tmasta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6437911.post-112823108136290433</id><published>2005-10-02T00:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T00:31:21.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>is this not the sexiest picture you've ever seen or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/30/48482286_dffbbf837c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cute girl from oct. 2 to oct. oct. 9th, i declare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437911-112823108136290433?l=spikesandchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/feeds/112823108136290433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437911&amp;postID=112823108136290433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/112823108136290433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/112823108136290433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/2005/10/is-this-not-sexiest-picture-youve-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>the-tmasta</name><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-6437911.post-112820366055581389</id><published>2005-10-01T16:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T16:54:20.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>in_love_with_that_guy (9/30/2005 10:32:56 PM): why do we sleep in church but...when when the sermon is over we suddenly wake up?why is it so hard to talk about god but so easy to talk about sex?why are we so bored to look at a chirstian magazine..but so easy to read a playboy magazine?...why is it so easy to delete a godly offline messenge...yet we forward the nasty ones? why are churches getting smaller...but bars and clubs are growing??....think about it...are you going to send this or delete it? Just remember God is always watching you if u love Jesus then send this to everyone on ur list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS WHAT PISSES ME OFF EVERY TIME I SIGN ONTO FUCKING YAHOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christians spreading their fucking bullshit around by these absolutely horrid forwards that drive me fucking insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know why people sleep in church?&lt;br /&gt;you know why its hard to talk about god?&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE PEOPLE DISLIKE LIES.&lt;br /&gt;you know why its more fun to read a playboy?&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE THOSE TITS AND THAT GIRL ARE TANGIBLE, LIVING CREATURES THAT CONTROL SOME PART OF THEIR LIFE, NOT SOME BULLSHIT OMNISCIENT BEING THAT DOES NOT EXIST.&lt;br /&gt;you know why its easy to delete a forward thats godly?&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE GODLY MEANS LYING.&lt;br /&gt;you know why churches get smaller and bars get bigger?&lt;br /&gt;PEOPLE ARE REALIZING THAT INDULGENCE IS LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;fuck jesus, fuck god, and&lt;br /&gt;HAIL SATAN&lt;br /&gt;HAIL SATAN&lt;br /&gt;HAIL SATAN&lt;br /&gt;HAIL SATAN&lt;br /&gt;HAIL SATAN&lt;br /&gt;HAIL SATAN&lt;br /&gt;HAIL SATAN&lt;br /&gt;HAIL SATAN&lt;br /&gt;HAIL SATAN&lt;br /&gt;HAIL SATAN&lt;br /&gt;HAIL SATAN&lt;br /&gt;HAIL SATAN&lt;br /&gt;HAIL SATAN&lt;br /&gt;HAIL SATAN&lt;br /&gt;HAIL SATAN&lt;br /&gt;HAIL SATAN&lt;br /&gt;HAIL SATAN&lt;br /&gt;HAIL SATAN&lt;br /&gt;HAIL SATAN&lt;br /&gt;HAIL SATAN&lt;br /&gt;HAIL SATAN&lt;br /&gt;HAIL SATAN&lt;br /&gt;HAIL SATAN&lt;br /&gt;HAIL SATAN&lt;br /&gt;HAIL SATAN&lt;br /&gt;HAIL SATAN&lt;br /&gt;HAIL SATAN&lt;br /&gt;HAIL SATAN&lt;br /&gt;HAIL SATAN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437911-112820366055581389?l=spikesandchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/feeds/112820366055581389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437911&amp;postID=112820366055581389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/112820366055581389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/112820366055581389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/2005/10/inlovewiththatguy-9302005-103256-pm.html' title=''/><author><name>the-tmasta</name><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-6437911.post-112804866885359332</id><published>2005-09-29T21:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T21:59:26.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mpeanut10: hey&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: hii.&lt;br /&gt;Mpeanut10: what's up&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: my IQ&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: i learned how to scramble an egg today..w00tx0rz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YEAHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: i'm like..really good friends with julia, now.&lt;br /&gt;x3Mamimi: wow&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: i dunno. i think she really doesn't mean to be mean to you..but obviously theres nothing she can do about it now&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: katie and all them are already stupid bitches to her. ;/&lt;br /&gt;x3Mamimi: I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exactly, taylor, exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walk into the refrigerator&lt;br /&gt;door is closed&lt;br /&gt;lights are out&lt;br /&gt;PIZZAS GETTING COLD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow, so i definitely just burped.&lt;br /&gt;and it tasted like a potato.&lt;br /&gt;not cooked potato..cold, raw potato.&lt;br /&gt;strange.&lt;br /&gt;quite strange, i daresay.&lt;br /&gt;so i just upgraded my AIM.&lt;br /&gt;give me A FUCKIN' HIGH FIVER!!!&lt;br /&gt;plastic hey-zeus i suck.&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;good night.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;3 KELSIE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437911-112804866885359332?l=spikesandchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/feeds/112804866885359332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437911&amp;postID=112804866885359332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/112804866885359332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/112804866885359332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/2005/09/mpeanut10-hey-tmasta-xxx-hii.html' title=''/><author><name>the-tmasta</name><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-6437911.post-112787546087890935</id><published>2005-09-27T21:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T21:44:20.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>uberloserr: why do you say crap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uberloserr: why can't you just say SHIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uberloserr: or fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;r0ckin_a_tutu_x3: 'cause i don't use bad language!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;r0ckin_a_tutu_x3: i love Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMFAO&lt;br /&gt;LMFAO&lt;br /&gt;LMFAO&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;-can't stop laughing at that-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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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-6437911.post-112785705391454732</id><published>2005-09-27T16:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T16:37:33.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH WORD?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was nippin' out today, constantly. like, first hour i was like "ohh, just random nippin' okay."&lt;br /&gt;second hour "uhm..must just be a coincidence."&lt;br /&gt;homeroom "uhm..."&lt;br /&gt;third hour " the fuck?! my nips are hard, still!"&lt;br /&gt;fourth hour "hahahaha -sticks nipple in short girls face- MY NIPS ARE HARD!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and such was my day..hard nipples and, well, nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437911-112785705391454732?l=spikesandchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/feeds/112785705391454732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437911&amp;postID=112785705391454732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/112785705391454732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/112785705391454732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/2005/09/oh-word-i-was-nippin-out-today.html' title=''/><author><name>the-tmasta</name><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-6437911.post-112778627107886886</id><published>2005-09-26T20:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T20:57:51.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mara is gay&lt;br /&gt;and so are you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437911-112778627107886886?l=spikesandchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/feeds/112778627107886886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437911&amp;postID=112778627107886886' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/112778627107886886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/112778627107886886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/2005/09/mara-is-gay-and-so-are-you.html' title=''/><author><name>the-tmasta</name><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-6437911.post-112770454877383971</id><published>2005-09-25T22:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T22:15:48.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is for mara&lt;br /&gt;cause she was bitchin' at me.&lt;br /&gt;so, mara, quit yer bitchin'.&lt;br /&gt;lately, i've been addicted to Diablo II.&lt;br /&gt;my level twenty four barbarian, Satan, kicks major ass and is already in Act II. i just bought it saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;mara sucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i'm bored. nothing to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;naked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;not really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;wish i was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;mara still wants my weiner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i can so tell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;its okay, mara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;mara has a fineeeeee ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;pretty much everybody wants me or my weiner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i'm done, now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;this is really all i have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;mara is sexy, but she still sucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437911-112770454877383971?l=spikesandchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/feeds/112770454877383971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437911&amp;postID=112770454877383971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/112770454877383971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/112770454877383971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/2005/09/this-is-for-mara-cause-she-was-bitchin.html' title=''/><author><name>the-tmasta</name><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-6437911.post-112770190776887846</id><published>2005-09-25T21:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T21:31:47.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>all i can say&lt;br /&gt;is that&lt;br /&gt;i'm listening&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;Chic 'n' Stu&lt;br /&gt;by System&lt;br /&gt;Of A Down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437911-112770190776887846?l=spikesandchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/feeds/112770190776887846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437911&amp;postID=112770190776887846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/112770190776887846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/112770190776887846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/2005/09/all-i-can-say-is-that-im-listening-to.html' title=''/><author><name>the-tmasta</name><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-6437911.post-112743130883905700</id><published>2005-09-22T18:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T18:21:48.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shazam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats what i say. i wish i could say Shazam! and make all these bitchessssss shut up and leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;every female i've talked to today has ended up mad at me or someone physically hurting me.&lt;br /&gt;the only person that physically hurt me is diana. who pinched my already bruised nipple.&lt;br /&gt;OW.&lt;br /&gt;"give me your pants" came up. again. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;so mara got a xanga? i find this really funny for some reason. i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;it seems like a move more to resent me than to do anything else, but then again, i'm a paranoid fucker, so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in a kind of bad mood.&lt;br /&gt;not really too bad..just sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;and we all know how taylor gets when he's sarcastic, don't we.&lt;br /&gt;fuck it and fuck you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437911-112743130883905700?l=spikesandchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/feeds/112743130883905700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437911&amp;postID=112743130883905700' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/112743130883905700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/112743130883905700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/2005/09/shazam-thats-what-i-say.html' title=''/><author><name>the-tmasta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6437911.post-112734974364122766</id><published>2005-09-21T19:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T19:42:23.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'>don't get lost in heaven</title><content type='html'>"GIVE ME YOUR PANTS"&lt;br /&gt;LMFAO. inside joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fire Inside The Monkey's Head" - Gorillaz. thats what i'm listening to.&lt;br /&gt;ehhhhrm.&lt;br /&gt;ISTEP is gay.&lt;br /&gt;becky doesn't talk to me anymore. i wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;oh well. i always have my music&lt;br /&gt;and the fact that i have pretty much no problem getting girls. ;x&lt;br /&gt;uhm, fuck this shit.&lt;br /&gt;i'm done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437911-112734974364122766?l=spikesandchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/feeds/112734974364122766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437911&amp;postID=112734974364122766' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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just...&lt;br /&gt;WAKE THE FUCK UP&lt;br /&gt;WAKE THE FUCK UP&lt;br /&gt;WAKE THE FUCK UP&lt;br /&gt;WAKE THE FUCK UP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KoRn.&lt;br /&gt;my parents love to lecture me about religion.&lt;br /&gt;they say its a conversation. but every point i have is interrupted before i can finish.&lt;br /&gt;it drives me fucking insane, i just really wish they'd be more accepting of what i am.&lt;br /&gt;christians hate heretics.&lt;br /&gt;i have now validated this to be a proven fact in my life.&lt;br /&gt;its weird to type with gauze on your finger.&lt;br /&gt;i slit my finger open and yeah, i've got gauze on it.&lt;br /&gt;i called liz. she's hawt.&lt;br /&gt;fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;good night, you bastard, you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437911-112727252613398549?l=spikesandchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6437911.post-112725435476887561</id><published>2005-09-20T16:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T17:12:34.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Somewhat Damaged"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so impressed with all you do&lt;br /&gt;tried so hard to be like you&lt;br /&gt;flew too high and burnt the wing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lost my faith in everything&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lick around divine debris&lt;br /&gt;taste the wealth of hate in me&lt;br /&gt;shedding skin succumb defeat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this machine is obsolete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made the choice to go away&lt;br /&gt;drink the fountain of decay&lt;br /&gt;tear a hole exquisite &lt;strong&gt;red &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck the rest and stab it dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;broken bruised forgotten sore&lt;br /&gt;too fucked up to care anymore&lt;br /&gt;poisoned to my rotten core&lt;br /&gt;too fucked up to care anymore &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the back off the side far away is a place where I hide where I&lt;br /&gt;stay tried to say tried to ask I needed to all alone by myself &lt;strong&gt;where were you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how could I ever think it's funny how everything that&lt;br /&gt;swore it wouldn't change is different now just like you&lt;br /&gt;would always say we'll make it through then my head fell apart and &lt;strong&gt;where were you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how could I ever think it's funny how everything you swore would&lt;br /&gt;never change is different now like you said you and me make it&lt;br /&gt;through didn't quite fell apart &lt;strong&gt;where the fuck were you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nine inch nails.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437911-112725435476887561?l=spikesandchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/feeds/112725435476887561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437911&amp;postID=112725435476887561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/112725435476887561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/112725435476887561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/2005/09/somewhat-damaged-so-impressed-with-all.html' title=''/><author><name>the-tmasta</name><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-6437911.post-112716473088786435</id><published>2005-09-19T16:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T16:18:50.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PinkCripple: hey&lt;br /&gt;mental eclipses: wtf?&lt;br /&gt;mental eclipses: how many times do i have to tell you, Gay Jew-Fro.&lt;br /&gt;mental eclipses: i do not like you.&lt;br /&gt;PinkCripple: y did u break up with mara&lt;br /&gt;mental eclipses: because i didn't have feelings for her anymore&lt;br /&gt;mental eclipses: and i'm pretty sure she wanted you to ask me that, didn't she. ;/&lt;br /&gt;PinkCripple: no&lt;br /&gt;PinkCripple: avtually not&lt;br /&gt;mental eclipses: whatever, i wouldn't trust a word you said anyways.&lt;br /&gt;mental eclipses: is that all you have to ask me?&lt;br /&gt;PinkCripple: yah&lt;br /&gt;mental eclipses: good. ;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: i'm going to murder mara. so people actually have something that matters to ask me. people keep asking&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: "Why'd you break up with mara?"&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: CAUSE I DIDN'T LOVE HER!!! FUCKIRAHPFDNDFAH'DFAPHJNFADHDFA!!&lt;br /&gt;ViBeRaTiNgDoNkEy: yeah.&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: fucking bastards.&lt;br /&gt;ViBeRaTiNgDoNkEy: who asked you?&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: Jew-Fro.&lt;br /&gt;jew-fro is matt walz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK&lt;em&gt;CDSPGNADOHHADONGHDHA&lt;/em&gt;SHITA&lt;em&gt;EROJAERH&lt;/em&gt;VAGINA&lt;em&gt;ANHOEHRE&lt;/em&gt;SEMEND&lt;em&gt;SLAG&lt;/em&gt;FUCKYOU&lt;em&gt;AJOKDSH&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever. screw you. theres a very good chance that you, my undear friend, do not care.&lt;br /&gt;which means i say FUCKYOU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437911-112716473088786435?l=spikesandchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/feeds/112716473088786435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437911&amp;postID=112716473088786435' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/112716473088786435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/112716473088786435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/2005/09/pinkcripple-hey-mental-eclipses-wtf.html' title=''/><author><name>the-tmasta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6437911.post-112710092319821924</id><published>2005-09-18T22:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T22:35:23.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow, so i never ever ever want to have a stroke and get brain surgery.&lt;br /&gt;i went to see my grandfather in the hospital and he looked like he was dead.&lt;br /&gt;he was a fucking zombie. he had allllll these machines hooked up to him.&lt;br /&gt;they should of just let him die, he is so fucking miserable. i would want to die.&lt;br /&gt;i think its unnatural to do all that shit?&lt;br /&gt;everyone dies.&lt;br /&gt;but then again, it is only kind of postponing it, if only for a couple weeks or months or years, even.&lt;br /&gt;i saw my sister sara and her boyfriend matt. they're awesome.&lt;br /&gt;did i ever tell anyone how much i fucking hate long-ass car rides?&lt;br /&gt;did i ever tell anyone how much i wish i could fade into the back of everyones minds, and not somewhere in the middle?&lt;br /&gt;it feels like people act like they care now, but they don't really.&lt;br /&gt;they just 'care' because its polite, not because i really matter.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i know, "I CARE!!!'' you all post in my tagboard.&lt;br /&gt;i know who cares and i know who doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;to see if you care, ask me.&lt;br /&gt;and if you're a person that i think cares, but you don't have the (metaphor) balls to ask me, i may think you don't care.&lt;br /&gt;schooooooooooooooooolioliolioliol.&lt;br /&gt;i hate skewl.&lt;br /&gt;but then again, its alright.&lt;br /&gt;i might just try to be absent tomorrow.....it might not work though. ;/&lt;br /&gt;ohwell. i can survive.&lt;br /&gt;i think.&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;question marks.&lt;br /&gt;i like question marks.&lt;br /&gt;don't you?&lt;br /&gt;i got home and was really surprised that no one had tried to call me.&lt;br /&gt;it was almost a good surprise, because the people that call me always seem to be people i don't like or don't want to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;my friends never call?&lt;br /&gt;i always have to call them. ;/.&lt;br /&gt;craig called, though, so i gotta give him mad props.&lt;br /&gt;craig is my best fuckin' friend, and i am 100% sure that he cares.&lt;br /&gt;devin and craig tie for first.&lt;br /&gt;liz and julia tie in second.&lt;br /&gt;and then..third, fourth, fifth, and sixth are empty.&lt;br /&gt;katie gets seventh, kelsie gets eighth, and elise gets ninth.&lt;br /&gt;but thats just non-Greene friends. i would have only one or non-Greene friends on there, if i were to include Greene friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired and i smell bad.&lt;br /&gt;that means i'm going to shower and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;its called inference.&lt;br /&gt;does anyone even know what that means?&lt;br /&gt;i do.&lt;br /&gt;but i doubt you do.&lt;br /&gt;theres a very high chance that you are a fucking idiot.&lt;br /&gt;but theres also a small chance that i love you to no end and you are a close friend.&lt;br /&gt;but, like i said, its a small chance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437911-112710092319821924?l=spikesandchains.blogspot.com' alt='' 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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-6437911.post-112692497539400473</id><published>2005-09-16T21:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T21:42:55.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;tmasta xxx: JOEL-EOL-EOL!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;morethankrazy101: hi, i gtg&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;morethankrazy101 signed off at 9:42:15 PM. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poor joel, i scared him away!! ;/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437911-112692497539400473?l=spikesandchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/feeds/112692497539400473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437911&amp;postID=112692497539400473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/112692497539400473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/112692497539400473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/2005/09/tmasta-xxx-joel-eol.html' title=''/><author><name>the-tmasta</name><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-6437911.post-112692309452774391</id><published>2005-09-16T20:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T21:11:34.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you and me, baby, ain't nothin' but mammals&lt;br /&gt;so lets do it like they do it on the discovery channel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the BLOODHOUND GANG. bitch!&lt;br /&gt;hellllll yes.&lt;br /&gt;so i'm really bothered by this shit. i am 99% sure that i am going to have 927529846734643643643 less lasalle friends after mara gets through with her little guilt trip.&lt;br /&gt;you know what? i wish this could be fucking clean and you could just get off all of this shit.&lt;br /&gt;i don't care, i don't have feelings for you.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't lie, when i said i still loved you.&lt;br /&gt;but as of right now, i don't love you.&lt;br /&gt;you're doing all this guilt trip shit (that isn't working..) and you've told alllll these fuckin' people about it.&lt;br /&gt;wtf?&lt;br /&gt;whatever man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking to liz, marianne, and allie.&lt;br /&gt;we're leaving for wisconsin tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;at least i won't be here, so mara will have an extra day or so to destroy my friendships.&lt;br /&gt;oh well. i like being seen as some kind of monster.&lt;br /&gt;fear is power, and i love power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good fucking night.&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO CARL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437911-112692309452774391?l=spikesandchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/feeds/112692309452774391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437911&amp;postID=112692309452774391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/112692309452774391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/112692309452774391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/2005/09/you-and-me-baby-aint-nothin-but.html' title=''/><author><name>the-tmasta</name><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-6437911.post-112683591512780002</id><published>2005-09-15T20:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T20:58:35.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ugh. it just feels like everything is fading to black.&lt;br /&gt;i'm falling apart from the inside and no one can see.&lt;br /&gt;it might not help that i've been sick as fuck since yesterday. i didn't go to school today. ;/.&lt;br /&gt;i wish..i wish that i had....something more.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i had a girlfriend that i could constantly trust.&lt;br /&gt;and i know that its not her fault i don't trust her. shes always stayed the same.&lt;br /&gt;i've always been drifting away.&lt;br /&gt;liz is falling for craig, good luck to her and him. too bad she lives all the way in..wherever the hell.&lt;br /&gt;for some reason it bothers me that she does.&lt;br /&gt;i'll stop lying, i'm afraid that she'll come between me and craig.&lt;br /&gt;but i won't let that happen. ;/..&lt;br /&gt;and i know that even if i went out with becky, i couldn't trust her.&lt;br /&gt;shes too..unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;but..i dunno. just, i don't know anymore. i feel like that this can't be all that i get.&lt;br /&gt;and then i take joy in knowing that i'm not fully grown and i still have lots of life ahead of me.&lt;br /&gt;but for some reason, its...transparent joy. it falls smack down against my iron curtain of short-term depression.&lt;br /&gt;i would call it mood swings, but its not really a swing..more of a flip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6437911.post-112673241570866972</id><published>2005-09-14T16:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T16:13:35.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why must the nicest people be the ones to erase happiness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;craig&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all i have to say, really, about why i feel like shit..&lt;br /&gt;today sucked nuts.&lt;br /&gt;i would of stayed home, but i had my only class with becky today (social studies) but i guess i should of stayed home.&lt;br /&gt;she didn't really talk.&lt;br /&gt;i don't seem to be worth shit to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;i don't care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting bored with mara.&lt;br /&gt;i never see her.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sick. ;/..&lt;br /&gt;my head hurts like fucking shit, and my nose is really runny. i'm really tired and i look like shit.&lt;br /&gt;ughhhhh. ;/..&lt;br /&gt;bad day.&lt;br /&gt;this is a very, very bad day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437911-112673241570866972?l=spikesandchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/feeds/112673241570866972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437911&amp;postID=112673241570866972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/112673241570866972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/112673241570866972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/2005/09/why-must-nicest-people-be-ones-to.html' title=''/><author><name>the-tmasta</name><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-6437911.post-112665146159565383</id><published>2005-09-13T17:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T17:44:21.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>listening to Para-Noir by Marilyn Manson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bored.&lt;br /&gt;;/ why do people write?&lt;br /&gt;i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;i write for myself, so i can be able to look back and say "i still believe in what i believed in when i was fourteen, it wasn't just a damn phase."&lt;br /&gt;today in math enrichment i gave my copy of The Satanic Bible to brooke to look at.&lt;br /&gt;ms. carver takes it from her and starts acting all "hmmm" about it, like its some kind of illegal contraband.&lt;br /&gt;i'm like "ms. carver, its mine." and then i explained the basic principles of satanism and she just kinda eyed me and handed it back.&lt;br /&gt;i was like "wtf?"&lt;br /&gt;but then she was nice to me the rest of class, so i gotta respect her for that, at least.&lt;br /&gt;i think i have crabs, my nuts itch worse than fucking chickenpox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;want to hang all you cattle&lt;br /&gt;With your VELVET ROPE,Motherfuckers step up and get into&lt;br /&gt;An orderly line.I'll show you how to make a muscle.&lt;br /&gt;It takes less strength to grin than&lt;br /&gt;It does to spit on all you&lt;br /&gt;Paparazzinazis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuckkkkk and shit. i'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;almost got into a fight with this fucking kid named Pedro, startin' shit.&lt;br /&gt;in phys ed the fucker grabs me by the shirt collar for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;and goes "DO YOU HAVE ANY DEODERANT?!"&lt;br /&gt;i'm like "fuck you and fuck no."&lt;br /&gt;he sets me down and pushes me, so then i push back.&lt;br /&gt;and it keeps going and going.&lt;br /&gt;until he gets all pissy and goes "thats what i thought" and walks off. i'm like "yeah, look who fucking walks away first, bitch."&lt;br /&gt;i don't give a fuck even if he is bigger than i am and that he plays football. he can go fuck himself..you aren't walking over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways..i'm bored and leaving now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437911-112665146159565383?l=spikesandchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/feeds/112665146159565383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437911&amp;postID=112665146159565383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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but.. i don't think any girl can tame you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow, does anyone know how much i love her because she told me the truth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mental eclipses: what would you say'&lt;br /&gt;mental eclipses: if i told you&lt;br /&gt;mental eclipses: that i was butt naked right now?&lt;br /&gt;NoMaRwaCkKo457: i would say im not surprised&lt;br /&gt;mental eclipses: lmfao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;congrats to marianne, for getting a boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;even tho he is a little seventh grader...hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;he supposedly has "huge guns."&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. i bet i could beat him up.&lt;br /&gt;which i will, if he makes marianne sad. ;/..i &lt;3 her like that.&lt;br /&gt;just like coty is going to get fucking murdered if he keeps hurting kelsie like i think he is. ;/&lt;br /&gt;anyone read her xanga lately?&lt;br /&gt;yeah, problems. not cool.&lt;br /&gt;fucking bastard will be bowing to her by the time i'm done with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: vagina?&lt;br /&gt;boxbox814: penis?&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: douche?&lt;br /&gt;boxbox814: ya got me&lt;br /&gt;boxbox814: lol&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: score!&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. i'm done. night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437911-112657952780942312?l=spikesandchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/feeds/112657952780942312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437911&amp;postID=112657952780942312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/112657952780942312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/112657952780942312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/2005/09/quotestmasta-xxx-do-you-think-me-and.html' title=''/><author><name>the-tmasta</name><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-6437911.post-112657705427539171</id><published>2005-09-12T21:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T21:04:14.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the bass, the rock, the mic, the treble&lt;br /&gt;i like my coffee black just like my metal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mindless self indulgence. or MSI, as my dear katie would say.&lt;br /&gt;poor katie, shes having some hard times. i love her though.&lt;br /&gt;i love julia and mara and a lot of fuckin' people.&lt;br /&gt;schedules got changed..&lt;br /&gt;i have a grand total of one class with beckysue, two or three with joyce, hopefully some with amanda..&lt;br /&gt;a lot with tony and clint, i don't know about tim tho.&lt;br /&gt;i talked to DJs grandma, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mental eclipses: why is DJ in JJC?&lt;br /&gt;LDGREEN83: Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;mental eclipses: why does it matter?&lt;br /&gt;mental eclipses: i'm a concerned friend.&lt;br /&gt;LDGREEN83: Do you go to school with him?&lt;br /&gt;mental eclipses: yes sir or ma'am.&lt;br /&gt;mental eclipses: i don't really know him, but i'm worried.&lt;br /&gt;mental eclipses: he was cool.&lt;br /&gt;LDGREEN83: I'm his grandmother. He should be back to school in a couple weeks. He can talk to you then.&lt;br /&gt;mental eclipses: okay, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;LDGREEN83: You're welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmm..&lt;br /&gt;bored as fuck.&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437911-112657705427539171?l=spikesandchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/feeds/112657705427539171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437911&amp;postID=112657705427539171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/112657705427539171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/112657705427539171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/2005/09/bass-rock-mic-treble-i-like-my-coffee.html' title=''/><author><name>the-tmasta</name><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-6437911.post-112640502136386139</id><published>2005-09-10T21:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T21:17:01.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there are nothing but well-remembered questions and forgotten answers now, my dearest.&lt;br /&gt;..nothing but Q&amp;amp;A.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437911-112640502136386139?l=spikesandchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><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-6437911.post-112638694286947641</id><published>2005-09-10T16:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T16:15:42.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wrote an entry to craig in the xanga.&lt;br /&gt;go read that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if you're lazy, you can read this.&lt;br /&gt;if you're reading now, you're a lazy bastard.&lt;br /&gt;you're really close to becoming a fucking lazy bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come on, i'll even give you the link to the xanga. &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/tmasta"&gt;http://www.xanga.com/tmasta&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats it, if you read down to here, you are officially a fucking lazy bastard.&lt;br /&gt;okay, so i guess you want a post?&lt;br /&gt;well last night i went to tonys. drank a couple beers, got stoned as fuck.&lt;br /&gt;hid in the woods, pissed off the neighbors..talked about deep secrets with my homies.&lt;br /&gt;had a penis drawn on my cheek.&lt;br /&gt;then went and did pony rides.&lt;br /&gt;made cash money, bitch!&lt;br /&gt;hopefully everyone is still going to the movies tonight, i wanna go.&lt;br /&gt;that's allllll i've got, dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;33.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437911-112638694286947641?l=spikesandchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/feeds/112638694286947641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437911&amp;postID=112638694286947641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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i hate my new fucking bus pickup time. 6:44 AM.&lt;br /&gt;wow, shit-tastic.&lt;br /&gt;classes were alright, i was quiet..which was unusual. people didn't seem to care, though.&lt;br /&gt;people never seem to care.&lt;br /&gt;i came home and napped.&lt;br /&gt;woke up and was in this shit-tastic mood you've got right here.&lt;br /&gt;no one gives a fuck anymore, especially me. the only thing that would affect me are deaths of certain individuals.&lt;br /&gt;and i believe even that would just be more of a numbing effect.&lt;br /&gt;the parents are gone at a Lions meeting. fucking Lions..i hate how everything thats good for the community is sponsored by fucking kissass christians.&lt;br /&gt;you know what? FUCK YOU.&lt;br /&gt;i don't give a shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAIL SATAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437911-112622653951653688?l=spikesandchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/feeds/112622653951653688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437911&amp;postID=112622653951653688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/112622653951653688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/112622653951653688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/2005/09/uhm-mara-was-supposed-to-call-but-she.html' title=''/><author><name>the-tmasta</name><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-6437911.post-112615025611830087</id><published>2005-09-07T22:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T22:30:56.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i don't know, man, i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;i got into a fight with mara about her being ignorant.&lt;br /&gt;she says she'll listen..i just don't know.&lt;br /&gt;it seems like she disregards everything, cause i'm a fucking heretic to her.&lt;br /&gt;i just hate how she can be so close minded about everything.&lt;br /&gt;and shes young, just like me..&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to watch her throw her life away because of bullshit Christianity, promoting ignorance and making your mind a solid steel box never to be opened or cherished.&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;3 julia, she's fucking awesome.&lt;br /&gt;i'm going with amada to her cousin's birthday party this saturday? shiiiiiiiiiiiiit.&lt;br /&gt;too much spanish for my tastes, but ohwell. i &lt;3 amada.&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;3 mara, just please, mara..listen.&lt;br /&gt;i love you more than anything, but i will never be afraid to give you what you deserve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437911-112615025611830087?l=spikesandchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/feeds/112615025611830087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437911&amp;postID=112615025611830087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/112615025611830087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/112615025611830087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-dont-know-man-i-dont-know.html' title=''/><author><name>the-tmasta</name><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-6437911.post-112604065460123433</id><published>2005-09-06T15:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T16:04:14.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fucking shit.&lt;br /&gt;go to &lt;a href="http://www.imosh.com"&gt;http://www.imosh.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some really, really cool shit there.&lt;br /&gt;bored..mara is at her favorite "running in circles all day" (Cross Country..ugh)&lt;br /&gt;why is cross country gay, you ask?&lt;br /&gt;because its dumb. "oooooh, how slow can i go? i better pace myself and go really fuckin' slow!!!"&lt;br /&gt;track is about running FAST, which makes it fun.&lt;br /&gt;but why do you want to run slow for competition? wtf?&lt;br /&gt;people don't race cars at 1 mph, do they?&lt;br /&gt;no, they don't, dammit.&lt;br /&gt;;/ i yelled at some little poser kid that i'd slit his throat.&lt;br /&gt;wtf is up with all this "i love bam i'm a skater" shit. fuck that.&lt;br /&gt;Viva La Bam isn't half as funny as Jackass or Wildboyz.&lt;br /&gt;so MP reunion isn't this week either, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;mara can't go...;/ LOSER.&lt;br /&gt;fucking shit, i'm so bored.&lt;br /&gt;its time to go.&lt;br /&gt;(gotta go make a snadwich)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437911-112604065460123433?l=spikesandchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/feeds/112604065460123433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437911&amp;postID=112604065460123433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/112604065460123433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/112604065460123433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/2005/09/fucking-shit_06.html' title=''/><author><name>the-tmasta</name><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-6437911.post-112597454337306200</id><published>2005-09-05T21:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T21:42:23.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well dammit.&lt;br /&gt;mara and i made up, everything should be alright now. &lt;br /&gt;Mpeanut10: what? i was juat gonna use the knife to cut the cheese for my snadwich&lt;br /&gt;SNADWICH&lt;br /&gt;LMFAO!!!&lt;br /&gt;wow, funny fuckin' shit. &lt;br /&gt;i love mara. &lt;br /&gt;mad fucking props to hillary for caring. &lt;3333.&lt;br /&gt;i miss julia! COME BACK FROM CANADA!!!&lt;br /&gt;this is pissing me off. everybody is using OWN3D and shit..but i was a l33t h4xx0r back in the day when i was like 11 or 12.&lt;br /&gt;WTF? mu57 1 0wnzzzzzz j00? &lt;br /&gt;PH33L 73H PH34R.&lt;br /&gt;that used to be my saying/tag back then. &lt;br /&gt;i never hacked anything big, but yeah. random shit, a couple dialouts.&lt;br /&gt;(NOT REALLY..cough cough, cough cough c0pz)&lt;br /&gt;well now, i gotta go make a snadwich.i'm hungry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437911-112597454337306200?l=spikesandchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/feeds/112597454337306200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437911&amp;postID=112597454337306200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/112597454337306200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/112597454337306200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/2005/09/well-dammit.html' title=''/><author><name>the-tmasta</name><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-6437911.post-112594303283799402</id><published>2005-09-05T12:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T12:57:12.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fucking shit.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just fucking pissed in general.&lt;br /&gt;so now it's my fault that my dad wants to go to wisconsin alone? &lt;br /&gt;it's my fucking fault that i was forced to stay home when my grandfather had a stroke?&lt;br /&gt;you know what? FUCK SAMUEL BERLINGERI.&lt;br /&gt;fucking hypercritical piece of shit, he'll be lucky if he ever turns out better than uncle mark, fucking dickweed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck you too.&lt;br /&gt;and mara, fucking mara. doesn't seem to give a shit about me, but tells me she does.&lt;br /&gt;lets have a couple examples.&lt;br /&gt;okay, numero uno. i was messing around and i was just like "type as fast as you can starting NOW!"&lt;br /&gt;and you know what she did?&lt;br /&gt;absolutely jack shit.&lt;br /&gt;its not that she didn't do it, its not important (i was just fuckin' around) but it shows how fucking lazy she is. &lt;br /&gt;i would do any-fuckin'-thing she told me to.&lt;br /&gt;but obviously one of us is more committed than the other?&lt;br /&gt;and then the night before last i asked her why doesn't she randomly get naked and she goes "i dunno." so then i ask her to and she goes "i will tomorrow." so i'm like "okay.."&lt;br /&gt;and then i ask her last night, and you know what? "i don't feel like itttttt..."&lt;br /&gt;again, i'm not worth shit.&lt;br /&gt;i should just go fucking fall in a hole and be alone for the rest of my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...or maybe find a girlfriend and friends and family who actually GIVE A SHIT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437911-112594303283799402?l=spikesandchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/feeds/112594303283799402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437911&amp;postID=112594303283799402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/112594303283799402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/112594303283799402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/2005/09/fucking-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>the-tmasta</name><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-6437911.post-112587122085064135</id><published>2005-09-04T16:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T17:01:43.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its funny how u think christianity is stupid and u have this whole thing about how stupid parts of it is and the beliefs. and then u think satanism is great. and we think christianity is great and we think satanism is stupid and the beliefs. the think is. none of us are wrong. its your opinion to like satanism. and we have ours. a very large percentage of the world worship god. and a very small one worship satan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-anonymous comment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;first off, you're a little fucking sissy bitch that won't leave their name. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;secondly, find a part in satanism that is stupid. seriously, come on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i challenge ANYONE to leave a comment telling me how satanism is stupid, with links to your sources and full research.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;come on, try it, kids. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;if your religion is so much better, but i can find myriads of flaws in it, then show me the flaws (which, if you're right, must be in the thousands)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;fucking herd mentality christians, go burn in your hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and for you catholics, go to purgatory. and then burn in hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:125;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAIL SATAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437911-112587122085064135?l=spikesandchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/feeds/112587122085064135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437911&amp;postID=112587122085064135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/112587122085064135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/112587122085064135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/2005/09/its-funny-how-u-think-christianity-is.html' title=''/><author><name>the-tmasta</name><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-6437911.post-112580609714729510</id><published>2005-09-03T22:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T22:54:57.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fuck yeah.&lt;br /&gt;went to the movies..&lt;br /&gt;MP reunion was off. mara couldn't go and amada couldn't go, so i told mara to call the kelsinator and tell her we were just gonna postpone it.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully she got ahold of her?&lt;br /&gt;if she didn't, KELSIE I'M SO SORRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love kelsie.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, so we went to see Underclassman today.&lt;br /&gt;me mara hayley marianne matt barlow craig devin andy sam (and her lesbian friend) and a bunch of other people.&lt;br /&gt;fucking kickass.&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: i never believed in me having a person that was "the one"...&lt;br /&gt;tmasta xxx: until i met you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one knows how true that is.&lt;br /&gt;i love mara more than anything.&lt;br /&gt;that's all i have to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437911-112580609714729510?l=spikesandchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/feeds/112580609714729510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437911&amp;postID=112580609714729510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/112580609714729510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/112580609714729510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/2005/09/fuck-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>the-tmasta</name><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-6437911.post-112572220327065246</id><published>2005-09-02T23:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T23:36:43.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>listening to NIN..&lt;br /&gt;i love NIN. The Downward Spiral and Pretty Hate Machine, especially.&lt;br /&gt;but the other albums are great too..those two just stand out to me.&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm having a heart attack on my left side. it's like..a tit cramp.&lt;br /&gt;on a man? WTF?!&lt;br /&gt;so i went to USA tonight, and mara came with me.&lt;br /&gt;CAN I JUST SAY BEST NIGHT EVER?!&lt;br /&gt;seriously..i love her more than anything.&lt;br /&gt;speaking of that, we flipped a coin to see who loved who more.&lt;br /&gt;guess who won?&lt;br /&gt;I DID!&lt;br /&gt;so it's official, that taylor loves mara more.&lt;br /&gt;you can ask kelsie. she was the Official Coin-Flipper.&lt;br /&gt;score!&lt;br /&gt;i haven't posted in the blog for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;megaplay tomorrow, SWEEEEEEEEEET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;kelsie, me, mara (hopefully) and amada (hopefully)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; i hope we all end up going. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if not..then i'll cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not really. i don't cry, at least not for something like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, whatever. this is all you get.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;STOP HERE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mara is beautiful, sexy, and the greatest girl in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but if she's still reading, i'm going to get the Doom Stick on her ass tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's a promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437911-112572220327065246?l=spikesandchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/feeds/112572220327065246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437911&amp;postID=112572220327065246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/112572220327065246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/feeds/112545831892087855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437911&amp;postID=112545831892087855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/112545831892087855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/112545831892087855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/2005/08/allow-me-to-say-that-holy-shit-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>the-tmasta</name><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-6437911.post-112543716968180517</id><published>2005-08-30T16:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T16:26:09.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NO!, how do you own the world?&lt;br /&gt;how do own disorder?&lt;br /&gt;fucking system of a downnnnnnn!&lt;br /&gt;love those guys.&lt;br /&gt;school is fucking great.&lt;br /&gt;got some cuts on my arm, kind of from boredom and kinda because becky sue did it and i'm gonna do it to make her stop.&lt;br /&gt;plus it feels great.&lt;br /&gt;but it makes people worry, so i don't do it any more than i have to.&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to USA tonight.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MY LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;well...i'm gonna go. seeya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437911-112543716968180517?l=spikesandchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/feeds/112543716968180517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437911&amp;postID=112543716968180517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/112543716968180517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437911/posts/default/112543716968180517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spikesandchains.blogspot.com/2005/08/no-how-do-you-own-world-how-do-own.html' title=''/><author><name>the-tmasta</name><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-6437911.post-112535117276943230</id><published>2005-08-29T16:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T16:32:52.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mutedfaith.com/quiz/vq.htm" target="new"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mutedfaith.com/images/sv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mutedfaith.com/quiz/vq.htm" target="new"&gt;What Type of Villain are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mutedfaith.com" target="new"&gt;mutedfaith.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would say a cross between super villain and evil villain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;minus the whole stupid shit with evil villains, how the heroes always get them. ;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div 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