<?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-250700452996787592</id><updated>2012-01-06T17:15:18.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Limerent Vampire. .</title><subtitle type='html'>Only a Heartache story to tell. . .</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceanddeath.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250700452996787592/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceanddeath.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798277250085715385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250700452996787592.post-6412341761068056248</id><published>2012-01-06T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T17:15:18.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Limerence. .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;"I don't tell anyone about the way you hold my hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I don't tell anyone about the things that we have planned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Won't tell anybody how you turn my world around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I won't tell anyone your voice is my favourite sound"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Don't believe the things you tell yourself so late at night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Blame Love. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250700452996787592-6412341761068056248?l=peaceanddeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250700452996787592/posts/default/6412341761068056248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250700452996787592/posts/default/6412341761068056248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceanddeath.blogspot.com/2012/01/limerence.html' title='The Limerence. .'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798277250085715385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250700452996787592.post-7508450405390768762</id><published>2011-12-28T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T13:40:54.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Emptiness. .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Empty, is the sky before the sun wakes up. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Empty, is the eyes of animals in cages. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Empty is the faces of women in the morning,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;when everything has been taken from them. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Me, don't ask me about empty. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Hopeless lover. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250700452996787592-7508450405390768762?l=peaceanddeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250700452996787592/posts/default/7508450405390768762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250700452996787592/posts/default/7508450405390768762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceanddeath.blogspot.com/2011/12/emptiness.html' title='The Emptiness. .'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798277250085715385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250700452996787592.post-8526474946759058217</id><published>2011-12-16T16:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T16:25:19.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Life. .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;If that's what being alive is all about,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I rather be dead. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Never be the same again. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250700452996787592-8526474946759058217?l=peaceanddeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250700452996787592/posts/default/8526474946759058217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250700452996787592/posts/default/8526474946759058217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceanddeath.blogspot.com/2011/12/life.html' title='The Life. .'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798277250085715385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250700452996787592.post-3639342526238756777</id><published>2011-12-16T16:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T16:20:15.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Thought. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I've been wondering for a long time now. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why&amp;nbsp;why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why&amp;nbsp;why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why&amp;nbsp;why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why&amp;nbsp;why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why&amp;nbsp;why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why&amp;nbsp;why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why&amp;nbsp;why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why&amp;nbsp;why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why&amp;nbsp;why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why&amp;nbsp;why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why&amp;nbsp;why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why&amp;nbsp;why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why&amp;nbsp;why why why why why why why why why why why why why why 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why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why&amp;nbsp;why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why&amp;nbsp;why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why&amp;nbsp;why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why&amp;nbsp;why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why&amp;nbsp;why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why&amp;nbsp;why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why&amp;nbsp;why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why&amp;nbsp;why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why&amp;nbsp;why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why&amp;nbsp;why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why&amp;nbsp;why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why&amp;nbsp;why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why&amp;nbsp;why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why&amp;nbsp;why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why&amp;nbsp;why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why&amp;nbsp;why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why&amp;nbsp;why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why&amp;nbsp;why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why&amp;nbsp;why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why&amp;nbsp;why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why&amp;nbsp;why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why&amp;nbsp;why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why&amp;nbsp;why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why&amp;nbsp;why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why&amp;nbsp;why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why&amp;nbsp;why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why&amp;nbsp;why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why&amp;nbsp;why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why&amp;nbsp;why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why&amp;nbsp;why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why&amp;nbsp;why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why&amp;nbsp;why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why&amp;nbsp;why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why&amp;nbsp;why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why&amp;nbsp;why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why&amp;nbsp;why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why&amp;nbsp;why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;It all boils down to a single question. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Why aren't i dead yet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I shall forever be an introvert. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250700452996787592-3639342526238756777?l=peaceanddeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250700452996787592/posts/default/3639342526238756777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250700452996787592/posts/default/3639342526238756777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceanddeath.blogspot.com/2011/12/thought.html' title='The Thought. . .'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798277250085715385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250700452996787592.post-5680328444239619660</id><published>2011-12-15T16:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T16:07:40.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wait. .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Things change,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;People move on,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;But i'm still there,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Waiting. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Waiting for. .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250700452996787592-5680328444239619660?l=peaceanddeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250700452996787592/posts/default/5680328444239619660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250700452996787592/posts/default/5680328444239619660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceanddeath.blogspot.com/2011/12/wait.html' title='The Wait. .'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798277250085715385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250700452996787592.post-7179092281987401044</id><published>2011-12-05T23:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T23:14:13.855-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Footprints In the Sand. .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I wanna be alone in the world. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;When &amp;nbsp;i fall, there wouldn't be anyone to laugh at me. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;When there's no one else,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I wouldn't fall in love and suffer a heartache. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;When there's no one else,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I wouldn't have to hide my tears. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;When there's no one else,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I would not have to put up a strong front. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Inexperienced Lover. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250700452996787592-7179092281987401044?l=peaceanddeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250700452996787592/posts/default/7179092281987401044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250700452996787592/posts/default/7179092281987401044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceanddeath.blogspot.com/2011/12/our-footprints-in-sand.html' title='Our Footprints In the Sand. .'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798277250085715385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250700452996787592.post-8726469641994600582</id><published>2011-11-21T03:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T03:32:51.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember Remember. .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I should let whatever that would happen to me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Happen to me. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;And just assure myself that it's all part of karma. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Once it dropped, it'll fall forever. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I still remember that song about ten cities. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250700452996787592-8726469641994600582?l=peaceanddeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250700452996787592/posts/default/8726469641994600582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250700452996787592/posts/default/8726469641994600582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceanddeath.blogspot.com/2011/11/remember-remember.html' title='Remember Remember. .'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798277250085715385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250700452996787592.post-241956168676630163</id><published>2011-11-12T05:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T05:16:21.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends are for, Stealing. .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Hypocritical people should stop making friends. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;They ought to die alone. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Stop, just stop it. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;You're just another copy cat, doing what other people are doing or asks you to do. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;You're never yourself. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;You can never be he/her. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Please, just die already. .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250700452996787592-241956168676630163?l=peaceanddeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250700452996787592/posts/default/241956168676630163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250700452996787592/posts/default/241956168676630163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceanddeath.blogspot.com/2011/11/friends-are-for-stealing.html' title='Friends are for, Stealing. .'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798277250085715385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250700452996787592.post-919005615509049543</id><published>2011-10-30T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T10:14:28.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate every little thing about you. .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I hate you. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Never with creativity nor originality. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;You're like a puppet, with no real soul, only to be a slave to your friend's advice. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;You never know when to stop. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I hate you. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I hope you would just die. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Just. . . disappear already. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I'm disappointed in you. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250700452996787592-919005615509049543?l=peaceanddeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250700452996787592/posts/default/919005615509049543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250700452996787592/posts/default/919005615509049543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceanddeath.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-hate-every-little-thing-about-you.html' title='I hate every little thing about you. .'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798277250085715385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250700452996787592.post-1465639262996115820</id><published>2011-10-28T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T12:22:17.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am i. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;"Maybe I'm over you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Maybe I've moved on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Maybe I like someone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;But maybe, I'm just a really good liar."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Isit fair?. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250700452996787592-1465639262996115820?l=peaceanddeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250700452996787592/posts/default/1465639262996115820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250700452996787592/posts/default/1465639262996115820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceanddeath.blogspot.com/2011/10/am-i.html' title='Am i. . .'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798277250085715385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250700452996787592.post-2855019642110196666</id><published>2011-10-25T05:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T05:59:42.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't love you, like i did yesterday~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I don't love you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;But i need you. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Things are never the same. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250700452996787592-2855019642110196666?l=peaceanddeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250700452996787592/posts/default/2855019642110196666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250700452996787592/posts/default/2855019642110196666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceanddeath.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-dont-love-you-like-i-did-yesterday.html' title='I don&apos;t love you, like i did yesterday~'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798277250085715385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250700452996787592.post-7427117667556003811</id><published>2011-10-20T03:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T03:28:35.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mistake...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;It was my mistake to bring you into my life. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;It was my mistake to have you to know and meet my friends. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;It was my mistake to tell you about them and them about you. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Stop, just stop and get your own hypocritical friends. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I'm sure it's easy for you to make many of such people. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Get your own life and be original. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250700452996787592-7427117667556003811?l=peaceanddeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250700452996787592/posts/default/7427117667556003811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250700452996787592/posts/default/7427117667556003811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceanddeath.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-mistake.html' title='My Mistake...'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798277250085715385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250700452996787592.post-574171094963459396</id><published>2011-10-15T01:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T01:57:05.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect. .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"Perfection&amp;nbsp;is, broadly, a state of completeness and flawlessness"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Not even a Perfectionist is perfect. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Not even Gods are perfect. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;There are always some flaws just undiscovered. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;You are my inspirations. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250700452996787592-574171094963459396?l=peaceanddeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250700452996787592/posts/default/574171094963459396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250700452996787592/posts/default/574171094963459396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceanddeath.blogspot.com/2011/10/perfect.html' title='Perfect. .'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798277250085715385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250700452996787592.post-2924462061570477989</id><published>2011-10-07T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T02:08:13.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't walk away. .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I screwed up. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I was nervous. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;and then i walked away. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I was sorry, regretful. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;And you were sweet, hurt. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250700452996787592-2924462061570477989?l=peaceanddeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250700452996787592/posts/default/2924462061570477989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250700452996787592/posts/default/2924462061570477989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceanddeath.blogspot.com/2011/10/dont-walk-away.html' title='Don&apos;t walk away. .'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798277250085715385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250700452996787592.post-559124607260829452</id><published>2011-10-02T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T11:57:44.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Passage Of Love..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I Like You..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; You..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Loved&lt;/span&gt; You..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I Hate You..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I still &lt;strike&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt; Hate You..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Love hurts..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250700452996787592-559124607260829452?l=peaceanddeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250700452996787592/posts/default/559124607260829452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250700452996787592/posts/default/559124607260829452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceanddeath.blogspot.com/2011/10/passage-of-love.html' title='Passage Of Love..'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798277250085715385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250700452996787592.post-4829878574179970405</id><published>2011-10-02T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T11:54:26.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Not what it seems in fairy-tale..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Not enough to keep you happy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Not all fun and no work..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Never a one-person job..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Never quite what it seems..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;However, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Love &lt;/span&gt;is one thing for sure..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; is Overrated..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And it hurts so much..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250700452996787592-4829878574179970405?l=peaceanddeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250700452996787592/posts/default/4829878574179970405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250700452996787592/posts/default/4829878574179970405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceanddeath.blogspot.com/2011/10/love-is.html' title='Love is. . .'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798277250085715385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250700452996787592.post-3988423783920332215</id><published>2011-10-02T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T11:53:25.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking back. .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;And so..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I've been cheated for 9 months..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;I doubted it, and i was right..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250700452996787592-3988423783920332215?l=peaceanddeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250700452996787592/posts/default/3988423783920332215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250700452996787592/posts/default/3988423783920332215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceanddeath.blogspot.com/2011/10/looking-back.html' title='Looking back. .'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798277250085715385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250700452996787592.post-3000855518425695742</id><published>2011-10-02T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T11:53:35.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart : Under-construction</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Needs no &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;One&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Needs no &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Heartaches&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Needs no &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Disappointment&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Needs no &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Hypocrites&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Needs no &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Never the same..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250700452996787592-3000855518425695742?l=peaceanddeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250700452996787592/posts/default/3000855518425695742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250700452996787592/posts/default/3000855518425695742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceanddeath.blogspot.com/2011/10/heart-under-construction.html' title='Heart : Under-construction'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798277250085715385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250700452996787592.post-6518207585070669422</id><published>2011-10-01T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T11:53:44.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ocean Blues. .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The sea did not calm, she did not return. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The boy sat patiently, staring at the ocean. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Please forget. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250700452996787592-6518207585070669422?l=peaceanddeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250700452996787592/posts/default/6518207585070669422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250700452996787592/posts/default/6518207585070669422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceanddeath.blogspot.com/2011/10/ocean-blues.html' title='Ocean Blues. .'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798277250085715385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250700452996787592.post-2289171802416019863</id><published>2011-10-01T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T04:46:32.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Temporary Love. .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Guess you've proven me wrong. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;To think that you would need me. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;To think that you would love me. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;To think that you would come back. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;To think that you would stitch these wounds. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;To think that you would be there. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I was wrong to think of these. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250700452996787592-2289171802416019863?l=peaceanddeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250700452996787592/posts/default/2289171802416019863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250700452996787592/posts/default/2289171802416019863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceanddeath.blogspot.com/2011/10/temporary-love.html' title='Temporary Love. .'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798277250085715385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250700452996787592.post-6405447530517101414</id><published>2011-09-28T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T14:22:30.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never The Same..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;I tried and i tried..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;It just doesn't work out..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;I'm too used, too used..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Nothing could be done..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Never be done by me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;"&gt;And therefore, i stopped..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250700452996787592-6405447530517101414?l=peaceanddeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250700452996787592/posts/default/6405447530517101414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250700452996787592/posts/default/6405447530517101414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceanddeath.blogspot.com/2011/09/never-same.html' title='Never The Same..'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798277250085715385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250700452996787592.post-8408406343481264810</id><published>2011-09-28T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T14:23:16.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories Etched Deep</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;The stars lean down to kiss you&lt;br /&gt;And I lie awake and miss you&lt;br /&gt;Pour me a heavy dose of atmosphere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'll doze off safe and soundly&lt;br /&gt;But I'll miss your arms around me&lt;br /&gt;I'd send a postcard to you, dear&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I wish you were here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll watch the night turn light-blue&lt;br /&gt;But it's not the same without you&lt;br /&gt;Because it takes two to whisper quietly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The silence isn't so bad&lt;br /&gt;'Til I look at my hands and feel sad&lt;br /&gt;'Cause the spaces between my fingers&lt;br /&gt;Are right where yours fit perfectly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll find repose in new ways&lt;br /&gt;Though I haven't slept in two days&lt;br /&gt;'Cause cold nostalgia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chills me to the bone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But drenched in vanilla twilight&lt;br /&gt;I'll sit on the front porch all night&lt;br /&gt;Waist-deep in thought because&lt;br /&gt;When I think of you I don't feel so alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As many times as I blink&lt;br /&gt;I'll think of you tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When violet eyes get brighter&lt;br /&gt;And heavy wings grow lighter&lt;br /&gt;I'll taste the sky and feel alive again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll forget the world that I knew&lt;br /&gt;But I swear I won't forget you&lt;br /&gt;Oh, if my voice could reach&lt;br /&gt;Back through the past&lt;br /&gt;I'd whisper in your ear&lt;br /&gt;Oh darling, I wish you were here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Vanilla Twilight - Owl City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250700452996787592-8408406343481264810?l=peaceanddeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250700452996787592/posts/default/8408406343481264810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250700452996787592/posts/default/8408406343481264810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceanddeath.blogspot.com/2011/09/memories-etched-deep.html' title='Memories Etched Deep'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798277250085715385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250700452996787592.post-28799583958707683</id><published>2011-09-18T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T00:56:53.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is love?. .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;You say 'Love' all the time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;But what use isit if i don't feel it?. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;The act of 'Love',&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;What use isit if i don't feel it?. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;You think 'Love',&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;But what use isit if i don't feel it?. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Loveless, Loveless, Loveless..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250700452996787592-28799583958707683?l=peaceanddeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250700452996787592/posts/default/28799583958707683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250700452996787592/posts/default/28799583958707683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceanddeath.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-is-love.html' title='What is love?. .'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798277250085715385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250700452996787592.post-7373597207006834603</id><published>2011-09-17T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T11:57:14.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My mind is a Maze..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;I miss the days when i used to watch charlie brown. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;When i said that 'i miss you' to snoopy. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;When i had many lovers secretly. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;When you know everything without me knowing. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;When the people close to you could touch me. . &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;"&gt;I could only understand these if i'm you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250700452996787592-7373597207006834603?l=peaceanddeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250700452996787592/posts/default/7373597207006834603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250700452996787592/posts/default/7373597207006834603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceanddeath.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-mind-is-maze.html' title='My mind is a Maze..'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798277250085715385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250700452996787592.post-6593729247241751705</id><published>2011-09-17T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T06:44:57.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Heart Suffers..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Each time i cry, my heart hardens. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;And everytime it does, it pulls me deeper into isolation. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;It's a self mechanism which i protect myself, so don't ever call me cold. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Self-reliance..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250700452996787592-6593729247241751705?l=peaceanddeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250700452996787592/posts/default/6593729247241751705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250700452996787592/posts/default/6593729247241751705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceanddeath.blogspot.com/2011/09/each-time-i-cry-my-heart-hardens.html' title='The Heart Suffers..'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798277250085715385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250700452996787592.post-2485657546517714279</id><published>2011-09-15T10:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T10:07:01.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Lonely Doll i am. .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;I feel so lost and empty inside. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Haven't been 'living' since. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Sorry for the smell, i've been dead for a long time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250700452996787592-2485657546517714279?l=peaceanddeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250700452996787592/posts/default/2485657546517714279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250700452996787592/posts/default/2485657546517714279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceanddeath.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-feel-so-lost.html' title='What a Lonely Doll i am. .'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798277250085715385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250700452996787592.post-4039026055516712103</id><published>2011-09-11T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T11:17:47.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finale (Loveless)</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;b style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Finale (Loveless)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Even if the morrow is barren of promises..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nothing shall forestall my return..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;To become the dew that quenches the land..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;To spare the sands, the seas, the skies..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I offer thee this silent sacrifice..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;"&gt;If the whole world to me i should disappear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Could i fall right back into you~&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250700452996787592-4039026055516712103?l=peaceanddeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250700452996787592/posts/default/4039026055516712103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250700452996787592/posts/default/4039026055516712103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceanddeath.blogspot.com/2011/09/finale-loveless.html' title='Finale (Loveless)'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798277250085715385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250700452996787592.post-2046717496643500470</id><published>2011-09-10T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T05:14:03.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Act IV (Loveless)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Act IV (Loveless)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;My friend, the fates are cruel..&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;There are no dreams, no honor remains..&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;The arrow has left the bow of the goddess..&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;My soul, corrupted by vengeance..&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Hath endured torment, to find the end of the journey..&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;In my own salvation..&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;And your eternal slumber..&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Legend shall speak..&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Of sacrifice at world's end..&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;The wind sails over the water's surface..&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Quietly, but surely..&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Sacrifice the world for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250700452996787592-2046717496643500470?l=peaceanddeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250700452996787592/posts/default/2046717496643500470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250700452996787592/posts/default/2046717496643500470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceanddeath.blogspot.com/2011/09/act-iv-loveless.html' title='Act IV (Loveless)'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798277250085715385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250700452996787592.post-4535549047980051286</id><published>2011-09-09T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T10:53:51.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Act III (Loveless)</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 23px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 1em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: right; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;b style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Act III (Loveless)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 1em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;My friend, do you fly away now. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; font-style: inherit; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;To a world that abhors you and I. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; font-style: inherit; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;All that awaits you is a somber morrow. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; font-style: inherit; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;No matter where the winds may blow. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 1em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: right; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;My friend, your desire. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Is the bringer of life, the gift of the goddess. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 1em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: right; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Even if the morrow is barren of promises. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Nothing shall forestall my return. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Left into nothingness. .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250700452996787592-4535549047980051286?l=peaceanddeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250700452996787592/posts/default/4535549047980051286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250700452996787592/posts/default/4535549047980051286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceanddeath.blogspot.com/2011/09/act-iii-loveless.html' title='Act III (Loveless)'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798277250085715385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250700452996787592.post-5158176006809033745</id><published>2011-09-08T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T04:46:53.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Act II (Loveless)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 1em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: inherit; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Act II (Loveless)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;There is no hate, only joy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;For you are beloved by the goddess..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Hero of the dawn, Healer of worlds..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Dreams of the morrow hath the shattered soul..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Pride is lost..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Wings stripped away, the end is nigh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Into pieces. .&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250700452996787592-5158176006809033745?l=peaceanddeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250700452996787592/posts/default/5158176006809033745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250700452996787592/posts/default/5158176006809033745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceanddeath.blogspot.com/2011/09/act-ii-loveless.html' title='Act II (Loveless)'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798277250085715385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250700452996787592.post-8124860203553358034</id><published>2011-09-07T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T05:46:38.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Act I (Loveless)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;b style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Act I (Loveless)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Infinite in mystery is the gift of the Goddess..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;We seek it thus, and take to the sky..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ripples form on the water's surface..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The wandering soul knows no rest..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Never the same again. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250700452996787592-8124860203553358034?l=peaceanddeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250700452996787592/posts/default/8124860203553358034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250700452996787592/posts/default/8124860203553358034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceanddeath.blogspot.com/2011/09/act-i-loveless.html' title='Act I (Loveless)'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798277250085715385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250700452996787592.post-7376953405602613297</id><published>2011-09-06T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T05:39:25.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prologue (Loveless)</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;b style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Prologue (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Loveless&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: 13px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: 13px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;When the war of the beasts brings about the world's end.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The goddess descends from the sky.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wings of light and dark spread afar.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;She guides us to bliss, her gift everlasting.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;I'm the fool. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250700452996787592-7376953405602613297?l=peaceanddeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250700452996787592/posts/default/7376953405602613297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250700452996787592/posts/default/7376953405602613297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceanddeath.blogspot.com/2011/09/prologue-loveless-when-war-of-beasts.html' title='Prologue (Loveless)'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798277250085715385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250700452996787592.post-8513365785581298887</id><published>2011-05-31T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T09:29:17.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm just feeling. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;At times,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I stay awake during weekdays long enough for me to realize this life isn't a game,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Just to torture myself a little here and there. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;And i'll use the weekends to make up for the lack of sleep and fatigue. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;It's just one of the things which kept me sane. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Reverse Psychology. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Sorry for myself. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Death be upon you, signing off Peace. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250700452996787592-8513365785581298887?l=peaceanddeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250700452996787592/posts/default/8513365785581298887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250700452996787592/posts/default/8513365785581298887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceanddeath.blogspot.com/2011/05/im-just-feeling.html' title='I&apos;m just feeling. . .'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798277250085715385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250700452996787592.post-3428493475002839341</id><published>2011-05-29T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T02:56:40.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spill your guts all over my grave. .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Clown are specially trained to make people frown. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;The longer we live,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;The higher the chance we die in an accident. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Sometimes i prefer to stay quiet is because people doesn't listen to what i say. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Everything takes a tow when you're old,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Die young or Suffer old. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;If i sell my memories, how much would you buy it for?. .&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Maybe,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;i wanna live in a small town with no tall structures to shorten the size of the sky and to block the stars at night. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I've yet to exact my revenge, I'll be back. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250700452996787592-3428493475002839341?l=peaceanddeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250700452996787592/posts/default/3428493475002839341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250700452996787592/posts/default/3428493475002839341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceanddeath.blogspot.com/2011/05/spill-your-guts-all-over-my-grave.html' title='Spill your guts all over my grave. .'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798277250085715385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250700452996787592.post-1703123555116135244</id><published>2011-05-05T07:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T07:39:23.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vampire Age. .</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;It's fine, don't worry, the others had also done it before and they're happier now. . .&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;It's Perfectly fine to die. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Signing off, time to die. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250700452996787592-1703123555116135244?l=peaceanddeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250700452996787592/posts/default/1703123555116135244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250700452996787592/posts/default/1703123555116135244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceanddeath.blogspot.com/2011/05/vampire-age_05.html' title='Vampire Age. .'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798277250085715385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250700452996787592.post-4797871016589535481</id><published>2011-04-27T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T06:20:08.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Don't bother coming back to this blog till dunnoe when. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I don't think there would be any post anytime soon. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250700452996787592-4797871016589535481?l=peaceanddeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250700452996787592/posts/default/4797871016589535481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250700452996787592/posts/default/4797871016589535481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceanddeath.blogspot.com/2011/04/dont-bother-coming-back-to-this-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798277250085715385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250700452996787592.post-8267420167132063095</id><published>2011-04-03T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T13:58:30.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What if the World ends now. .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;What you saw was a snapshot of my life~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times,&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts are lost before i could list it down or blog it. .&lt;br /&gt;Some of which are meaningful while some are simply emo to others. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if. . .&lt;br /&gt;The world ends now. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Judgement&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtbJl0gBH_o/TZjfVJzJ6SI/AAAAAAAAAMo/eVycTDz7AaM/s1600/maj20s.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtbJl0gBH_o/TZjfVJzJ6SI/AAAAAAAAAMo/eVycTDz7AaM/s200/maj20s.gif" width="121" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Info:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Angel, trumpets, graves with people rising from them, often water or an ocean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Story:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffffcc; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;As the Fool leaves the garden of the Sun, he feels that he is near the end of his journey, ready to take a final step. But something is keeping him from doing this, holding him back. He gazes up, hoping to find guidance from the Sun; instead he sees above him a fiery angel, beautiful and terrible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"You are right," the Angelic figure confirms, "you have only one last step on your journey, one final step to completion. But you cannot take that step until you lay your past to rest."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The Fool is perturbed. "Lay it to rest? I thought I'd left it behind, all of it!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"There is no way to leave the past behind," The Angel observes. "Each step wears down the shoe just a bit, and so shapes the next step you take, and the next and the next. Your past is always under your feet. You cannot hide from it, run from it, or rid yourself of it. But you can call it up, and come to terms with it. Are you willing to do that?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The Angel hands the Fool a small trumpet. The Fool is hesitant, but he knows that the Angel is right. There are certain memories he has a hard time looking back on as they make him feel guilty, ashamed, angry. He knows that he's never come to terms with what happened and he must if he wants to make that final transition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;He blows the trumpet and it cracks open the Earth. From under the Fool's feet, the spirits of his past selves rise up, including those less than admirable past selves that he's tried to forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;For the first time, he faces them. They are, he sees, nothing to fear. They were him once-upon-a-time, but not now. Even as he realizes this, he finds himself forgiving those past selves for the wrongs they did that left him feeling bad. He senses, in turn, that they forgive him for ignoring the lessons they had to teach him. As he reaches an understanding with them, they start to rise up and float away, vanishing into the sky. Though they remain as experiences and memories, they no longer have any power over him. He is free of ill-feelings, reborn, and living in the present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Signing off, Time To Die. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250700452996787592-8267420167132063095?l=peaceanddeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250700452996787592/posts/default/8267420167132063095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250700452996787592/posts/default/8267420167132063095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceanddeath.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-if-world-ends-now.html' title='What if the World ends now. .'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798277250085715385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtbJl0gBH_o/TZjfVJzJ6SI/AAAAAAAAAMo/eVycTDz7AaM/s72-c/maj20s.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250700452996787592.post-4117814330957179982</id><published>2011-03-27T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T12:08:27.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Isolation In Solitude. .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;What if the sky rain blood. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Hermit&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h9ny4mTAqnM/TY9_CqErqKI/AAAAAAAAAMk/B0IsyJ7s_Ak/s1600/maj09s.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h9ny4mTAqnM/TY9_CqErqKI/AAAAAAAAAMk/B0IsyJ7s_Ak/s200/maj09s.gif" width="121" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Info:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;A robed man or monk carrying a lantern, sometimes in hand, sometimes hanging off a staff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;A barren landscape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Story:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffffcc; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;After a long and busy lifetime, building, creating, loving, hating, fighting, compromising, failing, succeeding, the Fool feels a profound need to retreat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;In a small, rustic home deep in the woods, he hides, reading, cleaning, organizing, resting or just thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;But every night at dusk he heads out, traveling across the bare, autumnal landscape. He carries only a staff and a lantern.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It is during these restless walks from dusk till dawn, peering at and examining whatever takes his fancy, that he sees things he's missed during his lifetime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;His lantern illuminates animals and insects that only come out at night, flowers and plants that only bloom by moon or star light.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As these secret corners of the world are illuminated and explored by him, he feels that he is also illuminating hidden areas of his mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In a way, he has become the Fool again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As in the beginning, he goes wherever inspiration leads him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Back then, however, his staff rested on his shoulder, carrying unseen his pack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Fool was like the pack: wrapped up, unknown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Hermit's staff leans out before him now, not behind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And it carries a lantern, not a pack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Hermit is like the lantern, illuminated from within by all he is, capable of penetrating the darkness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Time to die in solitude. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250700452996787592-4117814330957179982?l=peaceanddeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250700452996787592/posts/default/4117814330957179982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250700452996787592/posts/default/4117814330957179982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceanddeath.blogspot.com/2011/03/isolation-in-solitude.html' title='Isolation In Solitude. .'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798277250085715385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h9ny4mTAqnM/TY9_CqErqKI/AAAAAAAAAMk/B0IsyJ7s_Ak/s72-c/maj09s.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250700452996787592.post-7829468427326510378</id><published>2011-03-21T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T09:22:02.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Puppets can't see their own strings. .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I'll show you just what it's like,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;To be gasping for air~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I'll show you what it's like,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;To be breathing and dead~&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's never easy being a human,&lt;br /&gt;It never is,&lt;br /&gt;And no one said it's easy. .&lt;br /&gt;It's never easy to please,&lt;br /&gt;It's never easy to speak the truth,&lt;br /&gt;It's never easy to find the one you love,&lt;br /&gt;It's never easy to have a pocket full of money,&lt;br /&gt;It's never easy to get up without anyone helping you. .&lt;br /&gt;But people still lives on. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is the drive that kept you going in your life?. ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And once again,&lt;br /&gt;The top #1 answer is Family/Friends. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's great that many people has a wonderful family and friends to lean on to,&lt;br /&gt;But that's not the case for everyone else. .&lt;br /&gt;Some people were born with tons of wealth and riches,&lt;br /&gt;But others were forced into child labour and begging. . .&lt;br /&gt;Treasure your life,&lt;br /&gt;While you still can. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;The night sky is a beautiful portrait to see. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;It's dark and pretty and just so mysteriously black(or dark blue or red). . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;With the moon hung high,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Morning is nigh. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;The moon is full,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;The moon beautiful. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;But after a few days,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;The moon starts going away. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;It's be back,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I'm sure,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;At least. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The Moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gCKhtTwMJpU/TYd4idqdhYI/AAAAAAAAAMg/OeTZ2tDGEpA/s1600/maj18s.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gCKhtTwMJpU/TYd4idqdhYI/AAAAAAAAAMg/OeTZ2tDGEpA/s200/maj18s.gif" width="121" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Info:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;A full moon (with a crescent within), twin pillars, two dogs/wolves howling, a stream that runs to the ocean, a crayfish emerging out of the water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Story:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: #ffffcc; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Following the star the Fool travels through the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;The full Moon rises, illuminating for him a watery path.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;And he begins to feel disoriented, as if walking in his sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;He passes under the moon, between two pillars ancient and strange.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Suddenly, he looks around to find himself in another land entirely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;When he was in the presence of the High Priestess, he saw hints of this dark land through the sheer veil draped behind her throne.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;And later, when he hung from the tree, he felt himself between the physical world and this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Now, he has at last passed behind the veil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Here are the mysteries he sought, the darkest mysteries, ones that have to do with the most primal and ancient powers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;It is a land poets, artists, musicians and madmen know well, a terrifying, alluring place, with very different rules.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Wolves run wild across this land, hunting along side maidens with bow and arrows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Creatures from childhood nightmares and fantasies peer from shadows, eyes glowing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;The path the Fool was walking is now a river, and he stands hip-deep in the powerful pull of its salty waters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;There is, on the nearby shore, a small boat, but it has no rudder, no oar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;The Fool realizes he has only two choices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;He can lose himself in this desolate, primal land of madness and illusion, howl with the wolves, be hunted down, or he can get into the boat and trust himself to the river.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;The moon will be in control either way, but in the boat his surrender to the powers of the unconscious will at least take him somewhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Inspiration, visions and genius are the rewards of such surrender to the Moon's Magic, as artists, poets and seers know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;The Fool gets into the boat, and shoves off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;As the waters sweep him away, moonbeams light his "path" and he feels the Mistress of this dark land gazing down at him with the High Priestess's approving eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Signing off, Time to die, See you in the afterlife. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250700452996787592-7829468427326510378?l=peaceanddeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250700452996787592/posts/default/7829468427326510378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250700452996787592/posts/default/7829468427326510378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceanddeath.blogspot.com/2011/03/puppets-cant-see-their-own-strings.html' title='Puppets can&apos;t see their own strings. .'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798277250085715385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gCKhtTwMJpU/TYd4idqdhYI/AAAAAAAAAMg/OeTZ2tDGEpA/s72-c/maj18s.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250700452996787592.post-9193349180739358187</id><published>2011-03-17T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T11:21:46.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This night just seemed so different. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;With you right here,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I'm a rocketeer~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I just feel like posting something,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Even when my life is threatened or in ruins. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I wonder. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Is it wrong to be so honest in every aspect?. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I wonder. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Do people accept lies rather than the truth?. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Lies will get you into trouble,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;The truth will too. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;So what to do?. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Just keep my lips sealed and move on. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Would it be alright to kill just for taste?. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;People are even HIRED to butcher animals. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Can't i just stab someone and say that i'm hungry?. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;If vegetables do have feelings and they would scream when getting pick off from the ground,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I wonder, what would become of those vegetarians. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Nothing more than a meat-only person or an omnivore eh. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Why do we even have to eat. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;It consumes time and it requires butchering and cooking to get food done. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Can't we just pop something into our stomach and our tummies are filled already?. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I don't know why i think so differently. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Is it good or bad to have a different mindset. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;No one knows what you're thinking,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;No one can predict what your actions could be. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Something i just can't pull myself away from. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;We can't choose. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The Fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-DMagU9UIG4Q/TYJPzLhzyUI/AAAAAAAAAMc/fOS12kYB2w4/s1600/maj00s.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-DMagU9UIG4Q/TYJPzLhzyUI/AAAAAAAAAMc/fOS12kYB2w4/s200/maj00s.gif" width="121" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Info:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;The fool in colorful motley clothes, pack tied to a staff, a small dog, a cliff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Story:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;With all his worldly possessions in one small pack, the Fool travels he knows not where. So filled with visions, questions, wonder and excitement is he, that he doesn't see the cliff he is likely to fall over. At his heel a small dog harries him (or tries to warn him of a possible mis-step). Will the Fool learn to pay attention to where he's going before it's too late?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Signing off, Time To Die, See you in the Afterlife. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250700452996787592-9193349180739358187?l=peaceanddeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250700452996787592/posts/default/9193349180739358187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250700452996787592/posts/default/9193349180739358187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceanddeath.blogspot.com/2011/03/this-night-just-seemed-so-different.html' title='This night just seemed so different. . .'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798277250085715385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-DMagU9UIG4Q/TYJPzLhzyUI/AAAAAAAAAMc/fOS12kYB2w4/s72-c/maj00s.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250700452996787592.post-8960625351569955394</id><published>2011-03-15T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T08:13:38.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vampires dying from blood loss. .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Love, taught me to Lie~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Life, taught me to Die~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;It'll be funny if a vampire do die from blood loss. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;This means that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;That particular vampire is probably a 'Vegetarian'. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Oh and do click on the little arrow on the top right,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;It reveals my profile and do ask me on formspring!. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Anyway,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;People say Heaven is an Eternal Paradise and everyone is happy there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;and from heaven,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Angels and Gods can see what's happening down on earth. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;So when people dies on earth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Do Angels and Gods still continues to be happy?. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Do they continue to live in Eternal Paradise?. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Are they contended that lives are taken away from people on earth and then they rejoice?. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Heaven and their loop-holes theory. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;In my theory,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Death stands right beside you when you're about to die. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;He leads your soul into the light. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;For relationships to go well,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;One needs to give in while the other one needs to trust,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Be constant with this and all will be well. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I've gotten myself into a huge huge mess previously. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;The worst i've ever encountered infact. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;He was right,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;When you're young, you wanted to be 18. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;When you're 18, you &lt;s&gt;hope&lt;/s&gt; wish you could relieve your childhood memories. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Now that i'm 18,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Things are getting messy. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;But that's when you can see the people who truly care. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;The people who helped you. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;And the person who pulled you out of your misery. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I'm glad to have her,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;With me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;All this while. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;She's my personal, maid, cook, accountant, assistant, secretary, consultant and she's definitely my lover. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Sweet fourth month girl &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Lovers&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ZT2HkYXBEzI/TX97S6eQMEI/AAAAAAAAAMY/fh9a0-BAEGw/s1600/maj06s.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ZT2HkYXBEzI/TX97S6eQMEI/AAAAAAAAAMY/fh9a0-BAEGw/s200/maj06s.gif" width="121" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Info:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;An angel or cupid, a man and a woman, two trees (in Waite, it is Adam &amp;amp; Eve with one tree having a serpent and apples) - in some decks one tree is flowering and the other has fruits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Also in some decks there is a man standing between two women.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Story:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffffcc; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;The Fool comes to a cross-road, filled with energy, confidence and purpose, knowing exactly where he wants to go and what he wants to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;But he comes to a dead stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;A flowering tree marks the path he wants to take, the one he's been planning on taking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;But standing before a fruit tree marking the other path is a woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;The Fool has met and had relationships with women before, some far more beautiful and alluring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;But she is different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Seeing her, he feels as though he's just been shot in the heart with cupid's arrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;That's how shocking, how painful is his "recognition" of her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;As he speaks with her, the feeling intensifies, like finding a missing part of himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;It is clear that she feels the same about him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;They finish each other's sentences, think the same thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;It is as if an Angel above had introduced their souls to each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Though it was his plan to follow the path of the flowering tree, and though it will cause some trouble for him to bring this woman with him, the Fool knows he dare not leave her behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Like the fruit tree, she will fulfill him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;No matter how divergent from his original intent, she is his future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;He chooses her, and together they head down a whole new road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Signing Off, Time To Die, See You in the Afterlife. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250700452996787592-8960625351569955394?l=peaceanddeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250700452996787592/posts/default/8960625351569955394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250700452996787592/posts/default/8960625351569955394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceanddeath.blogspot.com/2011/03/vampires-dying-from-blood-loss.html' title='Vampires dying from blood loss. .'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798277250085715385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ZT2HkYXBEzI/TX97S6eQMEI/AAAAAAAAAMY/fh9a0-BAEGw/s72-c/maj06s.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250700452996787592.post-1765360502262843999</id><published>2011-03-11T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T10:09:03.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deaths by the many. .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Deaths are inevitable. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Especially the one caused by natural disasters. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;No one wants any disaster happening to japan,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;And that includes me. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;However,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I secretly hope that the very neighbour of &amp;nbsp;japan do get hit by disasters and the likes. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Not the country that produces music that strikes asia,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;But the atrocious faulty and low quality products made by that country. &amp;nbsp;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;And as i'm typing these,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;There is quarrel in the adjacent building of mine. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;What if the tsunami did hit singapore like now, would the quarrel still be going on?. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Would you hug the person in front of you out of fear?. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Would you hold on to him/her for dear life while crying your heart out not to die?. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Life's fragile, i say. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;And now maybe after this night,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;We may be drowning in uncontrollable water &amp;nbsp;forcing it's way down our throat. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;It's likely and i'm just saying. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;To me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I don't believe in any religion,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Cause i think it's just a way to hypnotize us to be good and just pray. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Human minds are amazing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;If you think you could clear the leap of faith,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;You might. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;If you think you're gonna live longer than everyone else,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;You might. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;If you did a crime and you think that no one would nab you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;You may be right. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;If you think your god is gonna help you with what ever your wish for if you prayed hard enough,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Think again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;The only person there for you all the time is yourself. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Believe in yourself before doing so in other things. .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;It's all in the mind. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;But well,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;To me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Many things are impossible. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;'Nothing is impossible' you say. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Then try flying without any source of help. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Or even try jumping as high as 13 floors with just your bare body. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;or maybe try teleporting to places. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;There are plenty of things which are impossible. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;The positive saying of 'Nothing is impossible' is totally false. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Don't fall prey to fear. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Don't shiver with the trees. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;If death comes to us, just take it as we were born like that. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;However,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Death are to be taken lightly. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Death&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-nDAI-mZVosg/TXpkDOPChVI/AAAAAAAAAMM/kg0C9-pfjew/s1600/maj13s.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-nDAI-mZVosg/TXpkDOPChVI/AAAAAAAAAMM/kg0C9-pfjew/s200/maj13s.gif" width="121" /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Info:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Skeletal Death, black robes or armor, sometimes with a scythe or a flag featuring a white rose on a black field.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;There is often a rising sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Sometimes there are other figures, the most common being a child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Story:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Having left the tree from where he hung, the Fool moves carefully through a fallow field, head still clearing from visions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;The air is cold and wintry, the trees bare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;He knows he has started on his spiritual journey in earnest, but feels strangely empty and profoundly sad, as if he has lost something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Before him he sees, rising with the sun, a skeleton in black armor mounted on a white horse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;He recognizes it as Death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;As it stops before him, he humbly asks, "Have I died?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;And the Skeleton answers, "Yes, in a way. You sacrificed your old world, your old self. Both are gone, dead."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;The Fool cannot keep from weeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;"Forgive me," he says, embarrassed by his tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;"There is nothing to forgive," Death replies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;"Mourning is natural and you must deal with your loss before you can accept anything new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Keep in mind, however, that old leaves must wither and fly away from a tree's branches, leaving them bare, before new green leaves can appear."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;As Death rides away, the Fool sees the truth in those words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;He, too, feels like a skeleton, all that he was stripped away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;This, he understands, is how all great transformations start, by removing everything down to bare bone or soil so that something new has room to grow.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Signing off, Time to die, See you in the afterlife. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/250700452996787592-1765360502262843999?l=peaceanddeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250700452996787592/posts/default/1765360502262843999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250700452996787592/posts/default/1765360502262843999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceanddeath.blogspot.com/2011/03/deaths-by-many.html' title='Deaths by the many. .'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798277250085715385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-nDAI-mZVosg/TXpkDOPChVI/AAAAAAAAAMM/kg0C9-pfjew/s72-c/maj13s.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250700452996787592.post-1309015747517249657</id><published>2011-03-09T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T08:24:41.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hanged Man. .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I think this post is gonna be longer then the usuals,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Probably cause my brain started producing tons of sticky brain juice. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;First thing first,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;In regards to my previous post,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;The Family and/or loved ones are the number #1 answer for The Most Beautiful Thing In Your Life. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;And i'm here to say a couple of things about that. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;For those who are experiencing difficulties in your present state with your loved one,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Do lighten up your heart and EAT CHOCOLATES!. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;As for your family,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;You could try getting them a card saying how apologetic you are,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;After all you are in their blood line. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;And as for your second half,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;You guys could give each other time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Take a break from each other and/or have a permanent separation if things are really becoming a &amp;nbsp;predicamen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;t. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;And lastly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;For those who are happy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Share or spread the happiness will you?. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Well, moving on. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I think i have this amazing ability of revealing a person's personality very quickly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Unless i'm smitten by someone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Then my judgement may go wrong. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;And actually i'm really interested in Tarot cards. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Even though poker cards may replace Tarot cards,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Tarot cards are made specifically for telling fortune and poker cards are mainly for gambling. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I'm gonna post the description of each card in my post,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Well it's actually only for my reference. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The Hanged Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-NII0UzS-2Dc/TXelkWHH2hI/AAAAAAAAAMI/tKff6KSVci8/s1600/150px-RWS_Tarot_12_Hanged_Man.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-NII0UzS-2Dc/TXelkWHH2hI/AAAAAAAAAMI/tKff6KSVci8/s1600/150px-RWS_Tarot_12_Hanged_Man.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Info:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;A man hanging by one foot from a bar or tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;His free leg is always bent to form an inverted 4 his face is always peaceful, never suffering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Sometimes his hands are bound, sometimes they dangle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Sometimes coins fall out of his pockets or hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Story:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;The Fool settles beneath a tree, intent on finding his spiritual self.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;There he stays for nine days, without eating, barely moving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;People pass by him, animals, clouds, the wind, the rain, the stars, sun and moon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;On the ninth day, with no conscious thought of why, he climbs the tree and dangles from a branch upside down like a child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;For a moment, he surrenders all that he is, wants, knows or cares about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Coins fall from his pockets and as he gazes down on them, seeing them not as money but only as round bits of metal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;It seems to him that his perspective of the world has completely changed, as if his inverted position has allowed him to dangle between the mundane world and the spiritual world, able to see both. It is a dazzling moment, dreamlike yet crystal clear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Timeless as this moment of clarity seems, he realizes that it will not last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Very soon, he &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;must right himse&lt;/span&gt;lf, but when he does, things will be different.&lt;br /&gt;He will have to act on what he's learned.&lt;br /&gt;For now, however, he just hangs, weightless as if underwater, observing, absorbing, seeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Signing off, Time to die, See you in the next life. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250700452996787592-1309015747517249657?l=peaceanddeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250700452996787592/posts/default/1309015747517249657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250700452996787592/posts/default/1309015747517249657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceanddeath.blogspot.com/2011/03/hanged-man.html' title='The Hanged Man. .'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798277250085715385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-NII0UzS-2Dc/TXelkWHH2hI/AAAAAAAAAMI/tKff6KSVci8/s72-c/150px-RWS_Tarot_12_Hanged_Man.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250700452996787592.post-5485108516032758584</id><published>2011-03-06T07:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T09:50:52.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Beautiful thing. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I'm already dead inside. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Yesterday's a pretty lazy saturday to me. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;And in the night i asked,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; font-size: 11px;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;What is the most Beautiful thing to yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; font-size: 11px;"&gt;u?. ."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px;"&gt;The top #1 answer i've got is 'Family and/or Loved ones'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px;"&gt;The most sweet answer goes to 'Smile and Sunset'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px;"&gt;And the most shocking answer goes to 'Water'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px;"&gt;It's amazing that different people have different mindset, thoughts, feelings and thinking. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px;"&gt;These are what separate us from robots and AIs (Artificial Intelligence). . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px;"&gt;No one is exactly the same and this goes for all twins, triplets quadruplets and so on. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px;"&gt;But if you asks me back the question,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px;"&gt;I woouldn't know the answer to that question. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px;"&gt;Well, at least not yet. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px;"&gt;But i'm sure i'll come to know of a perfect answer to that question. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px;"&gt;Come to think of it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px;"&gt;Life's scary isn't it?. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px;"&gt;Like. . .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the next moment, you could be feeling Contended&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the next moment, you could be feeling Remorse&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the next moment, you could be Dead&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the next moment, you could be Alive and kicking&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the next moment, your heart could be Taken&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the next moment, your heart could be Broken&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the next moment, you might be Tearing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the next moment, you might be Grinning from cheeks to cheeks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the next moment, you could be Mutilating&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the next moment, you could be Downing pills into your throat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px;"&gt;But what's listed above is just the cycle of people lives. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px;"&gt;I can't helped but feel betrayed somehow. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px;"&gt;It's just that strong feeling you get when you know it's bound to happen. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px;"&gt;When you try to lead a normal and peaceful life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px;"&gt;Someone will be there to get in your way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px;"&gt;Causing dents and damages in your perspective of life. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px;"&gt;Well, that's what happened to me at least. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px;"&gt;Life is just, never fair. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px;"&gt;And i'm sure that this post is yet again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px;"&gt;Sounding or rather looking pretty emotional. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Signing off, Time to die, See you in the next life. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/250700452996787592-5485108516032758584?l=peaceanddeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250700452996787592/posts/default/5485108516032758584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250700452996787592/posts/default/5485108516032758584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceanddeath.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-beautiful-thing.html' title='What a Beautiful thing. . .'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798277250085715385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250700452996787592.post-6270047306801861818</id><published>2011-03-04T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T09:12:06.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From the grave. .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Dying is the latest Fashion. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Well, dying is the main Attraction. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Time to revive my blog eh?. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Since this blog started long ago (all the creepy and scary posts first started),&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I don't think i got much viewer or passerby. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;So i've nothing much to get me motivated to continue posting songs and random thoughts. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;But since i'm so waaaaaaaaaaaay too bored most of my time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Might as well self-entertain eh?~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;And it's because not everyone is there for me all the time like 24hours. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;So there's plenty of time for me to explore my mind of what i've thought and all. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;It's not easy to please everyone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;so therefore i only please myself (this means i post what i want),&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;and when i could achieve that at the point of time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;why not share the happiness! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;*Struggles* i. . need. . to. . post. . much. . more. . . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Well i don't really blog like this but hey,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Everything is worth a try when you're dead bored. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And i thought tonight would be a great night. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;That's all i have for now. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;My brain's too dry to squeeze any juice out. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I'll try make this every after midnight thingy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Provided that i've nothing in the morning. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;So yeah!~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Signing off, Time to die, See you in the next life. . .&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/250700452996787592-6270047306801861818?l=peaceanddeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250700452996787592/posts/default/6270047306801861818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250700452996787592/posts/default/6270047306801861818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceanddeath.blogspot.com/2011/03/from-grave.html' title='From the grave. .'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798277250085715385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
