<?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-2488282</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:51:58.587-04:00</updated><title type='text'>flipbook</title><subtitle type='html'>Brown, nicely tanned, natural, no preservatives. Very hairy head. Cranium that is.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flipbook.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488282/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flipbook.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05916653403989805028</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>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488282.post-3096207</id><published>2001-04-06T18:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-04-06T18:16:10.353-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have a performance tonight. I think my stomach is sick but not from nerves. I think I'm  just plain sick. What luck. My superstitions are becoming more detailed as the minutes tick. &lt;a href="http://www.brooklyngirl.com"&gt;Brooklyngirl&lt;/a&gt; was noticed by Blog today. I was jealous. So jealous I wanted to go watch Blow. I know Brooklyngirl. Her real name is Brooooklyngirl. If I lived in Brooklyn I would go visit brooklyngirl. Wait, I do live in Brooklyn. From time to brooklyngirl spits and vomits on me and tells me how much of a poser I am. I believe her. She is smart you know. My music kicks butt either way. At least my mom tells me that. In time I will invite you all to a show and you can all have a laugh. It will be fun. I don't want to be famous, "I don't want to sell anything, buy anything or process anything as a career. I don't want to sell anything bought or processed... or buy anything sold or processed... or process anything sold, bought or processed... or repair anything sold, bought or processed. You know, as a career, I don't want to do that." &lt;i&gt;- Llyod Dobler in 'Say Anything'&lt;/i&gt;. That about sums up my keen logic. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488282-3096207?l=flipbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488282/posts/default/3096207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488282/posts/default/3096207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flipbook.blogspot.com/2001_04_01_archive.html#3096207' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05916653403989805028</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-2488282.post-2641575</id><published>2001-03-05T11:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-03-05T12:07:50.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was suppose to bring a terential snowfall of some sorts. Nothing yet. Nothing but small dandruff and slush. I am seeing a pattern of inspiration when it snows. Does the heat scare me so much? I had a heat episode sometime back. It was very unpleasant. My advice to you - drink plenty of water on hot days. This internet business is for the birds. Love it. Maybe people will do what they want. Maybe I'll know what I want to do. Still have a job though which could change any moment. My gut is expanding and some people say it's the beer. I say it's a neat illusion. My hands are stretching too. What's the cause? I always wanted to be stretch man. I remember in almost every episode stretch would always try to keep things together and since he was made of elastic he could always forcefully keep 2 objects within close proximity even if they were not meant to be together. Scratch that I don't want to be like stretch man I already am like him. sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488282-2641575?l=flipbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488282/posts/default/2641575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488282/posts/default/2641575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flipbook.blogspot.com/2001_03_04_archive.html#2641575' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05916653403989805028</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-2488282.post-2488400</id><published>2001-02-22T18:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-02-22T18:57:13.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was rather bland and snowy. Joey my kangaroo left me and I am friendless once again. Mother Hen was my friend before Joey. I don't like snow too much hence my made up my friends and avoidance of the blizzard. I went to school in a snowy upstate town and have not gotten over the trauma. burrrrr. I caught frostbite on my ears once and bled a little. Yeah it was gross but luckily I wasn't on K2 with a napsack and a can of beans. I did eat a super huge bacon cheeseburger which was yum. That was for lunch. It takes a couple of hours for that to digest. Eventually my ears were fine and I left that school. Now the snow is getting worse so I should run home. Hopefully the lump of meat has digested. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488282-2488400?l=flipbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488282/posts/default/2488400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488282/posts/default/2488400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flipbook.blogspot.com/2001_02_18_archive.html#2488400' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05916653403989805028</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>
