<?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-6673636</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:23:01.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>changed man</title><subtitle type='html'>none better</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changed-man.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673636/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changed-man.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595303343036881540</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>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673636.post-108611607388867542</id><published>2004-06-01T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T11:54:33.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here's the dealio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't agree, but that's cool.  We don't always have to agree.  You see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's mine is mine, what's yours is yours.  I'm fine with that.  So let's keep the distance for now, and keep the peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673636-108611607388867542?l=changed-man.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673636/posts/default/108611607388867542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673636/posts/default/108611607388867542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changed-man.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108611607388867542' title=''/><author><name>Gio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595303343036881540</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-6673636.post-108128176945498633</id><published>2004-04-06T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T13:06:35.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay, so here's a question for you.  When Rhombur and Leto were talking about wafers, were they talking about full out vanilla explosives?  or what?  cause that part had me bogging for a hot second, and the whole torture of gurney's sister was just waaaay too much for me.  just don't know sometimes though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673636-108128176945498633?l=changed-man.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673636/posts/default/108128176945498633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673636/posts/default/108128176945498633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changed-man.blogspot.com/2004_04_06_archive.html#108128176945498633' title=''/><author><name>Gio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595303343036881540</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-6673636.post-108119509537034256</id><published>2004-04-05T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T13:01:59.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I dream of rain&lt;br /&gt;I dream of gardens in the desert sand&lt;br /&gt;I wake in vain&lt;br /&gt;I dream of love as time runs through my hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream of fire &lt;br /&gt;Those dreams that tie two hearts that will never die&lt;br /&gt;And near the flames&lt;br /&gt;The shadows play in the shape of the man's desire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This desert rose&lt;br /&gt;Whose shadow bears the secret promise&lt;br /&gt;This desert flower&lt;br /&gt;No sweet perfume that would torture you more than this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now she turns &lt;br /&gt;This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams&lt;br /&gt;This fire burns&lt;br /&gt;I realize that nothing's as it seems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream of rain&lt;br /&gt;I dream of gardens in the desert sand&lt;br /&gt;I wake in vain&lt;br /&gt;I dream of love as time runs through my hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream of rain&lt;br /&gt;I lift my gaze to empty skies above&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes &lt;br /&gt;The rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream of rain&lt;br /&gt;I dream of gardens in the desert sand&lt;br /&gt;I wake in vain&lt;br /&gt;I dream of love as time runs through my hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet desert rose&lt;br /&gt;Whose shadow bears the secret promise&lt;br /&gt;This desert flower&lt;br /&gt;No sweet perfume that would torture you more than this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet desert rose&lt;br /&gt;This memory of hidden hearts and souls&lt;br /&gt;This desert flower &lt;br /&gt;This rare perfurme is the sweet intoxication of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673636-108119509537034256?l=changed-man.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673636/posts/default/108119509537034256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673636/posts/default/108119509537034256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changed-man.blogspot.com/2004_04_05_archive.html#108119509537034256' title=''/><author><name>Gio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595303343036881540</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-6673636.post-108093918618392191</id><published>2004-04-02T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T12:56:45.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We've been on the run, driving in the sun.  Looking out for number 1, california here we come.  Right back where we started from.  Hustlers grab your guns, your shadow weighs a ton, driving down the 101.  california here we come, right back where we started from  California!  on the stereo listen as we go, nothings gunna stop me now.  California here we come, right back where we started from  Peddle to the floor, thinking of the roar, gotta get us to the show, california here we come.  Right back where we started from CALIFORNIA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673636-108093918618392191?l=changed-man.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673636/posts/default/108093918618392191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673636/posts/default/108093918618392191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changed-man.blogspot.com/2004_04_02_archive.html#108093918618392191' title=''/><author><name>Gio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595303343036881540</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-6673636.post-108085297580659820</id><published>2004-04-01T12:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T12:59:54.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>somedays i sit, staring out the window.  Watching this world pass me by.  Sometimes i think, there's nothing left to live for.  I almost break down and cry.  Sometimes i think i'm crazy, i'm crazy oh so crazy.  Why am i here am i just wasting my time?  but then is ee my baby, suddenly i'm not crazy.  It all makes sense when i look into her eyes.  Sometimes it feels the worlds on my shoulders, everyones leaning on me.  Sometimes it feels like the worlds almost over, but then she comes back to me. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673636-108085297580659820?l=changed-man.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673636/posts/default/108085297580659820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673636/posts/default/108085297580659820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changed-man.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108085297580659820' title=''/><author><name>Gio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595303343036881540</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-6673636.post-108076603015880536</id><published>2004-03-31T12:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T12:50:47.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you were my sun, you were my earth.  But you didn't know all the ways i loved you, no.  So you took a chance, made other plans.  But i bet you didn't think that they would come crashing down, no.  You don't have to say what you did, I already know, I found out from him.  Now there's just no chance, for you and me.  There'll never be, and don't it make you said about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673636-108076603015880536?l=changed-man.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673636/posts/default/108076603015880536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673636/posts/default/108076603015880536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changed-man.blogspot.com/2004_03_31_archive.html#108076603015880536' title=''/><author><name>Gio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595303343036881540</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-6673636.post-108068516015674334</id><published>2004-03-30T14:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T14:22:56.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's you babe, giving me the courage and the strength i need.  please believe that it's true, babe i love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673636-108068516015674334?l=changed-man.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673636/posts/default/108068516015674334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673636/posts/default/108068516015674334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changed-man.blogspot.com/2004_03_30_archive.html#108068516015674334' title=''/><author><name>Gio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595303343036881540</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>
