<?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-2442457072586222911</id><updated>2011-11-27T23:46:25.770+10:00</updated><title type='text'>One Eye Open</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schnoogenheimer.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442457072586222911/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schnoogenheimer.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Schnoogen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07642854395543333597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xgPrdee7y3Y/Snae9PIqCuI/AAAAAAAAAIg/KH07ktrb7xQ/S220/P1010153.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442457072586222911.post-4165375084519386627</id><published>2011-11-08T14:20:00.009+10:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T21:01:05.238+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Fearing The Light</title><content type='html'>Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. Being enlightened is not about shrinking so other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to manifest the glory of God that is within us all. And as we let our own light shine, we subconsciously encourage other people to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, enlightenment is a state of mind - Isn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2442457072586222911-4165375084519386627?l=schnoogenheimer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schnoogenheimer.blogspot.com/feeds/4165375084519386627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schnoogenheimer.blogspot.com/2011/11/fearing-light.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442457072586222911/posts/default/4165375084519386627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442457072586222911/posts/default/4165375084519386627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schnoogenheimer.blogspot.com/2011/11/fearing-light.html' title='Fearing The Light'/><author><name>Schnoogen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07642854395543333597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xgPrdee7y3Y/Snae9PIqCuI/AAAAAAAAAIg/KH07ktrb7xQ/S220/P1010153.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442457072586222911.post-3656261809362165278</id><published>2009-02-16T18:39:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T18:51:16.783+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Proposition</title><content type='html'>This is my hand&lt;br /&gt;I long for your heart&lt;br /&gt;No time or distance&lt;br /&gt;Should keep them apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the torch&lt;br /&gt;That lights up my day&lt;br /&gt;And no other girl&lt;br /&gt;Makes me feel this way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2442457072586222911-3656261809362165278?l=schnoogenheimer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schnoogenheimer.blogspot.com/feeds/3656261809362165278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schnoogenheimer.blogspot.com/2009/02/proposition.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442457072586222911/posts/default/3656261809362165278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442457072586222911/posts/default/3656261809362165278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schnoogenheimer.blogspot.com/2009/02/proposition.html' title='Proposition'/><author><name>Schnoogen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07642854395543333597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xgPrdee7y3Y/Snae9PIqCuI/AAAAAAAAAIg/KH07ktrb7xQ/S220/P1010153.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442457072586222911.post-1301344678192052467</id><published>2009-02-04T00:31:00.025+10:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T13:50:13.320+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Photography</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgPrdee7y3Y/SYhgGFR1WkI/AAAAAAAAAFc/oiufLcXXm2c/s1600-h/Picture+670+(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298590619213847106" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgPrdee7y3Y/SYhgGFR1WkI/AAAAAAAAAFc/oiufLcXXm2c/s320/Picture+670+(Medium).jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;One thing I'll pay London - awful weather but when the sky turns it on, you appreciate it (Lords)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xgPrdee7y3Y/SYheeDkyn1I/AAAAAAAAAFU/ecVXnTopzI4/s1600-h/Picture+487+(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298588832050093906" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xgPrdee7y3Y/SYheeDkyn1I/AAAAAAAAAFU/ecVXnTopzI4/s320/Picture+487+(Medium).jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Berlin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgPrdee7y3Y/SYhbzVGuU8I/AAAAAAAAAFE/pFlG4JAhbHY/s1600-h/Picture+244+(Large).jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298585898998191042" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgPrdee7y3Y/SYhbzVGuU8I/AAAAAAAAAFE/pFlG4JAhbHY/s320/Picture+244+(Large).jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Epic. Hallstätter See, Austria&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgPrdee7y3Y/SYharnbf9RI/AAAAAAAAAE8/g4X6hX209_4/s1600-h/Picture+235+(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298584666966586642" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgPrdee7y3Y/SYharnbf9RI/AAAAAAAAAE8/g4X6hX209_4/s320/Picture+235+(Medium).jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xgPrdee7y3Y/SYhZDl1U0NI/AAAAAAAAAE0/5uySLhGJm24/s1600-h/Picture+239+(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xgPrdee7y3Y/SYhXZa6ftTI/AAAAAAAAAEs/uvGf7I374Hk/s1600-h/Picture+119+(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298581055834404146" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xgPrdee7y3Y/SYhXZa6ftTI/AAAAAAAAAEs/uvGf7I374Hk/s320/Picture+119+(Medium).jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Oktoberfest (epic, for other reasons). Munich&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgPrdee7y3Y/SYhW4QO09qI/AAAAAAAAAEk/WHhDOmD26Xo/s1600-h/Picture+116+(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298580486031210146" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgPrdee7y3Y/SYhW4QO09qI/AAAAAAAAAEk/WHhDOmD26Xo/s320/Picture+116+(Medium).jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Not much to say really. Industrial. Stuttgart&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgPrdee7y3Y/SYhWOpOh_UI/AAAAAAAAAEc/U8aLkA9wS7c/s1600-h/Picture+077+(Large).jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298579771186347330" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgPrdee7y3Y/SYhWOpOh_UI/AAAAAAAAAEc/U8aLkA9wS7c/s320/Picture+077+(Large).jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Copenhagen - Denmark (where else??)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgPrdee7y3Y/SYhVnHu_31I/AAAAAAAAAEM/_59kwBwVLJA/s1600-h/Picture+038+(Large).jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298579092180819794" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgPrdee7y3Y/SYhVnHu_31I/AAAAAAAAAEM/_59kwBwVLJA/s320/Picture+038+(Large).jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xgPrdee7y3Y/SYhVZo6gc4I/AAAAAAAAAEE/Q7MMVk25VNw/s1600-h/Picture+035+(Large).jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298578860569293698" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xgPrdee7y3Y/SYhVZo6gc4I/AAAAAAAAAEE/Q7MMVk25VNw/s320/Picture+035+(Large).jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; The cleanest city in the world. Stockholm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I came to the realisation recently that although I think I'm good at photography, I'm not. I think I need to be more selective of what I take pictures of - or how I frame them anyway. The problem with this, is that I absolutely hate taking pictures when I'm travelling. I love 'being in the moment' and having fun when I'm out and about. And I'm yet to reach the interest levels of being willing to take my $150 camera out for a day of 'bonding'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the Lost Highway quote: "I like to remember things my own way. How I remembered them. Not necessarily the way they happened".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is, all that drinking didn't exactly do wonders for my memory now did it. Oh well, who said fiction was fake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2442457072586222911-1301344678192052467?l=schnoogenheimer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schnoogenheimer.blogspot.com/feeds/1301344678192052467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schnoogenheimer.blogspot.com/2009/02/one-thing-il-pay-london-shit-weather.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442457072586222911/posts/default/1301344678192052467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442457072586222911/posts/default/1301344678192052467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schnoogenheimer.blogspot.com/2009/02/one-thing-il-pay-london-shit-weather.html' title='Photography'/><author><name>Schnoogen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07642854395543333597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xgPrdee7y3Y/Snae9PIqCuI/AAAAAAAAAIg/KH07ktrb7xQ/S220/P1010153.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgPrdee7y3Y/SYhgGFR1WkI/AAAAAAAAAFc/oiufLcXXm2c/s72-c/Picture+670+(Medium).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442457072586222911.post-3766218021575347477</id><published>2009-02-03T01:21:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T00:19:23.642+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Should We Last?</title><content type='html'>Without you near&lt;br /&gt;I feel alone&lt;br /&gt;Will this last&lt;br /&gt;Or just down-tone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siphoned knowledge&lt;br /&gt;Hard to read&lt;br /&gt;Makes it simple&lt;br /&gt;Just to bleed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feelings pour open&lt;br /&gt;Flooding your way&lt;br /&gt;Lost in thought&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye another day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A taste so sour&lt;br /&gt;And if you knew&lt;br /&gt;Waiting another hour&lt;br /&gt;Locked in this zoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primitive moments&lt;br /&gt;Lost or blind&lt;br /&gt;Forgotten progress&lt;br /&gt;A state of mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were you ever so kind?&lt;br /&gt;Do we belong in the past?&lt;br /&gt;What happened to our bind?&lt;br /&gt;It all happened so fast&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2442457072586222911-3766218021575347477?l=schnoogenheimer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schnoogenheimer.blogspot.com/feeds/3766218021575347477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schnoogenheimer.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-should-we-last.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442457072586222911/posts/default/3766218021575347477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442457072586222911/posts/default/3766218021575347477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schnoogenheimer.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-should-we-last.html' title='Why Should We Last?'/><author><name>Schnoogen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07642854395543333597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xgPrdee7y3Y/Snae9PIqCuI/AAAAAAAAAIg/KH07ktrb7xQ/S220/P1010153.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442457072586222911.post-3367081053942016016</id><published>2009-02-03T01:04:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T00:17:48.633+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Drunk with lust</title><content type='html'>(This was written when I was having problems with my first love. It's presented in  an "as it was" state.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey baby&lt;br /&gt;I miss u heaps&lt;br /&gt;It's my heart&lt;br /&gt;That you keep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to see you&lt;br /&gt;Hold you spin you&lt;br /&gt;Show you all around&lt;br /&gt;Take you places&lt;br /&gt;No way you'd frown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;Looking deep into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Showing you&lt;br /&gt;We won't demise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you baby&lt;br /&gt;With all my heart&lt;br /&gt;'Cause there's no way&lt;br /&gt;We should be apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to write this&lt;br /&gt;Lets me say&lt;br /&gt;I feel for you still&lt;br /&gt;Some mystical way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time we meet&lt;br /&gt;I’ll lift you off your feet&lt;br /&gt;With a sigh we’ll embrace&lt;br /&gt;Our lips lingering the taste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll lay you down&lt;br /&gt;Pour some wine&lt;br /&gt;Make you feel special&lt;br /&gt;Help you unwind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In awe of your soul&lt;br /&gt;No time to waste&lt;br /&gt;Where did I meet you&lt;br /&gt;A wish sent with haste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will I see you&lt;br /&gt;Make me believe you’re true&lt;br /&gt;Adore, appreciate and admire&lt;br /&gt;So distant from my current desire&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2442457072586222911-3367081053942016016?l=schnoogenheimer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schnoogenheimer.blogspot.com/feeds/3367081053942016016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schnoogenheimer.blogspot.com/2009/02/drunk-with-lust.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442457072586222911/posts/default/3367081053942016016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442457072586222911/posts/default/3367081053942016016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schnoogenheimer.blogspot.com/2009/02/drunk-with-lust.html' title='Drunk with lust'/><author><name>Schnoogen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07642854395543333597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xgPrdee7y3Y/Snae9PIqCuI/AAAAAAAAAIg/KH07ktrb7xQ/S220/P1010153.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442457072586222911.post-5712140037272537118</id><published>2009-02-03T00:54:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T00:06:24.177+10:00</updated><title type='text'>As It Stands</title><content type='html'>In a sea of pure white sand&lt;br /&gt;How did I gain such a chance&lt;br /&gt;Your beautiful hand&lt;br /&gt;Your innocent heart&lt;br /&gt;No weighted issues&lt;br /&gt;Will bring us apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;Like the shore of a lake&lt;br /&gt;And take my time&lt;br /&gt;Giving you my stake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This won't sound new&lt;br /&gt;But my words are true&lt;br /&gt;The less I see you&lt;br /&gt;The more I feel blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm truly lucky&lt;br /&gt;That hope is near&lt;br /&gt;You are my love&lt;br /&gt;Touched my soul so dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feelings that mean&lt;br /&gt;You are so real&lt;br /&gt;Stem from my heart&lt;br /&gt;Due to your’s that heals&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2442457072586222911-5712140037272537118?l=schnoogenheimer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schnoogenheimer.blogspot.com/feeds/5712140037272537118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xgPrdee7y3Y/Snae9PIqCuI/AAAAAAAAAIg/KH07ktrb7xQ/S220/P1010153.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442457072586222911.post-1040393142698188577</id><published>2009-02-03T00:52:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T23:59:58.785+10:00</updated><title type='text'>alone with you</title><content type='html'>as i sit here&lt;br /&gt;thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if only&lt;br /&gt;you had a clue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the way i feel&lt;br /&gt;a love so real&lt;br /&gt;i think of you&lt;br /&gt;and see the appeal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i dream&lt;br /&gt;im awake with you&lt;br /&gt;i see only beauty&lt;br /&gt;in the things you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i realise&lt;br /&gt;there's no need to theorise&lt;br /&gt;our bond is so great&lt;br /&gt;it could only mean fate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2442457072586222911-1040393142698188577?l=schnoogenheimer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schnoogenheimer.blogspot.com/feeds/1040393142698188577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schnoogenheimer.blogspot.com/2009/02/alone-with-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442457072586222911/posts/default/1040393142698188577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442457072586222911/posts/default/1040393142698188577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schnoogenheimer.blogspot.com/2009/02/alone-with-you.html' title='alone with you'/><author><name>Schnoogen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07642854395543333597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xgPrdee7y3Y/Snae9PIqCuI/AAAAAAAAAIg/KH07ktrb7xQ/S220/P1010153.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442457072586222911.post-8413845582160422921</id><published>2009-02-02T23:56:00.011+10:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T23:58:38.686+10:00</updated><title type='text'>More beer more beer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgPrdee7y3Y/SYcAlaYPm-I/AAAAAAAAADs/QIYWU_lsmQM/s1600-h/Picture+117+(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298204129360845794" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgPrdee7y3Y/SYcAlaYPm-I/AAAAAAAAADs/QIYWU_lsmQM/s320/Picture+117+(Medium).jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok then - it is with no real surprise that I have spent the past 2 weeks drinking. Nothing too silly (ed: bullshit) but enough to keep me away from here and my Swiss-ball. And honestly, it's great to be back. I have a couple of poems to upload, although they were actually written some time ago. I haven't shared these with anyone so if you've stumbled across this page somehow, you will be one of the very few people who will have the&amp;nbsp;privilege&amp;nbsp;(*cough*) of being the first (and last!) to see them.&lt;br /&gt;Its nice to get them off my chest and share them with people so feel free to comment and/or add or your pieces.&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/2442457072586222911-8413845582160422921?l=schnoogenheimer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schnoogenheimer.blogspot.com/feeds/8413845582160422921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schnoogenheimer.blogspot.com/2009/02/more-beer-more-beer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442457072586222911/posts/default/8413845582160422921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442457072586222911/posts/default/8413845582160422921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schnoogenheimer.blogspot.com/2009/02/more-beer-more-beer.html' title='More beer more beer'/><author><name>Schnoogen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07642854395543333597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xgPrdee7y3Y/Snae9PIqCuI/AAAAAAAAAIg/KH07ktrb7xQ/S220/P1010153.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgPrdee7y3Y/SYcAlaYPm-I/AAAAAAAAADs/QIYWU_lsmQM/s72-c/Picture+117+(Medium).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442457072586222911.post-7698830866524342982</id><published>2009-01-19T01:05:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T23:48:11.425+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Swiss Ball = No Beer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xgPrdee7y3Y/SXNFspC9EKI/AAAAAAAAACM/KAO_HLpmbkw/s1600-h/Fitball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292650620325269666" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xgPrdee7y3Y/SXNFspC9EKI/AAAAAAAAACM/KAO_HLpmbkw/s320/Fitball.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 252px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 204px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As sad as it sounds I got myself one of these swiss balls the other day (+ a yoga mat!!), and I have to say they really do work! Im mostly using it to sit at the computer, but its great for maintaining posture and works your lower back muscles while keeping your abs tight too. I sound like a bit of a salesman here but for $25 its pretty good value - the only thing to remember is to get off it every 20 mins or so as u need to rest your 'stabilising muscles' apparently. So you can go off for a quick (read: upright) walk then sit back on it again - I can't praise this thing enough! Plus there are a heap of workouts you can do with it too (see:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=swiss+ball+exercises&amp;amp;aq=0&amp;amp;oq=swiss+ball" target="_blank"&gt;youtube&lt;/a&gt;) but I'll leave them for someone else to discuss. Im just happy sitting on it for now :)&lt;br /&gt;Now the reason for all this fitness &amp;nbsp;- my bloody 'no beer intake' rule! This rekindled apprecation of keeping in shape is feeling pretty darn good though so the ole mighty beer may have to wait another day. I cant believe I just said that - its been 2 weeks already since my last drink and I've abstained whilst some of my favourite cold-ones [Hefeweizen Schofferhofers] are in the fridge. Reckoning day is upon me though and Ive decided to wait until my next rdo's to&amp;nbsp;re-acquaint myself&amp;nbsp;but maybe - just maybe - I will wait until Australia Day (like 4th of July) and knock over a few playing cricket =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops, its been more than 20 minutes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2442457072586222911-7698830866524342982?l=schnoogenheimer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schnoogenheimer.blogspot.com/feeds/7698830866524342982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schnoogenheimer.blogspot.com/2009/01/as-sad-as-it-sounds-i-got-myself-one-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442457072586222911/posts/default/7698830866524342982'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442457072586222911.post-2177672878353008310</id><published>2009-01-17T01:47:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T23:29:00.900+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncertain qualities</title><content type='html'>The gift you’ve given&lt;br /&gt;Makes me realise&lt;br /&gt;There is no time&lt;br /&gt;To hold onto life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Push the boundaries&lt;br /&gt;Don’t wait too late&lt;br /&gt;For all life’s pleasures&lt;br /&gt;Are won by fate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts not feeling&lt;br /&gt;This love I hate&lt;br /&gt;Like falling ceilings&lt;br /&gt;A dream you’d wake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness within your reach&lt;br /&gt;Pain while you preach&lt;br /&gt;Living without your leach&lt;br /&gt;Time's tamed on a beach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2442457072586222911-2177672878353008310?l=schnoogenheimer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schnoogenheimer.blogspot.com/feeds/2177672878353008310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schnoogenheimer.blogspot.com/2009/01/uncertain-qualities.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442457072586222911/posts/default/2177672878353008310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442457072586222911/posts/default/2177672878353008310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schnoogenheimer.blogspot.com/2009/01/uncertain-qualities.html' title='Uncertain qualities'/><author><name>Schnoogen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07642854395543333597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xgPrdee7y3Y/Snae9PIqCuI/AAAAAAAAAIg/KH07ktrb7xQ/S220/P1010153.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442457072586222911.post-3561965902674077962</id><published>2009-01-17T01:30:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T23:24:19.313+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Rising Up</title><content type='html'>As much as I see you&lt;br /&gt;The feeling can’t be true&lt;br /&gt;So powerful so new&lt;br /&gt;Only when I’m with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can’t wait to meet again&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere just some time soon&lt;br /&gt;Amazed by your soul’s truth&lt;br /&gt;When you’re always in-bloom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The passion you hold&lt;br /&gt;Known by what you’ve told&lt;br /&gt;Brings me closer my dear&lt;br /&gt;Together fighting our fears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When in my arms you wake&lt;br /&gt;It’s your heart I dream to take&lt;br /&gt;A place of purity lined in gold&lt;br /&gt;When you’re with me I am sold&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2442457072586222911-3561965902674077962?l=schnoogenheimer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schnoogenheimer.blogspot.com/feeds/3561965902674077962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schnoogenheimer.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-beginning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442457072586222911/posts/default/3561965902674077962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442457072586222911/posts/default/3561965902674077962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schnoogenheimer.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-beginning.html' title='Rising Up'/><author><name>Schnoogen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07642854395543333597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xgPrdee7y3Y/Snae9PIqCuI/AAAAAAAAAIg/KH07ktrb7xQ/S220/P1010153.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442457072586222911.post-2567637649514837196</id><published>2009-01-14T23:05:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T22:15:42.591+10:00</updated><title type='text'>McBess</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgPrdee7y3Y/SW3mUfihj4I/AAAAAAAAABg/uYcfYFU19IU/s1600-h/jardin.png"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291138376968277890" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgPrdee7y3Y/SW3mUfihj4I/AAAAAAAAABg/uYcfYFU19IU/s320/jardin.png" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 202px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Due to no longer getting hangovers from my frequent beer-drinking marathons Ive decided to put my mind &amp;amp; body on a 2 week hiatus from alcohol. Full stop. A reward for this monstrosity of an action, other than the ability to think clearer more often, save $ and gain motivation to learn german to not just read their beer labels is this colourful (well it's black &amp;amp; white actually) piece by the French artist &lt;a href="http://www.mcbess.com/"&gt;mcbess&lt;/a&gt;. The downside is a complete realisation that I've been sitting around enjoying myself too much &amp;amp; need to knuckle down into some study again - which means im going to be drinking cheap beer again unfortunately. Plus all my mates havent stopped giving me shit about it either. Its downright silly that I chose to do it during the cricket season as well but that's just how it happened. Ive only got 4 more days to go so not too much longer luckily. The problem is that in my infinite wisdom, I thought it would be a good idea to see just how long I could hold out for - Australia day... ah that's just an extra week, no biggie. Feb 13, Aus v NZ day/night cricket game at The Gabba in Brisbane - at least it'll be a special occasion. Buggers me to be quite honest (does anyone actually read this stuff yada yada yada) but im looking forward to collecting my first piece of art (that wasn't a Christmas present/space neutraliser from my ceramist brother).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Miss Judd says in Heat, "It's like risk versus reward, baby".&lt;/div&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/2442457072586222911-2567637649514837196?l=schnoogenheimer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schnoogenheimer.blogspot.com/feeds/2567637649514837196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schnoogenheimer.blogspot.com/2009/01/mcbess.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442457072586222911/posts/default/2567637649514837196'/><link 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type='text'>Water.Ice.Water.</title><content type='html'>Before your time&lt;br /&gt;Should we expire&lt;br /&gt;Let me know&lt;br /&gt;Your hearts desire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For when I see you&lt;br /&gt;Life barely moves&lt;br /&gt;Time ceases to travel&lt;br /&gt;Stopped by your soothe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under the sheets&lt;br /&gt;I feel your beauty&lt;br /&gt;Will you be true to me&lt;br /&gt;Is it something I will see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying close to you&lt;br /&gt;A glow rises within&lt;br /&gt;My fingers through your hair&lt;br /&gt;When will it begin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A clearer view of your face&lt;br /&gt;How long will it last&lt;br /&gt;Can’t wait to see you again&lt;br /&gt;My hand you clasp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just want you near now&lt;br /&gt;To stare into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Barely see you there&lt;br /&gt;Gone beyond ties&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came to me in Winter&lt;br /&gt;And stayed until June&lt;br /&gt;Laid beneath my heart&lt;br /&gt;And you fell apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A smile so pure&lt;br /&gt;A laugh so free&lt;br /&gt;Just want you nearer&lt;br /&gt;Stay next to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you’re so far away now&lt;br /&gt;Time was my only clue&lt;br /&gt;Felt like I knew you&lt;br /&gt;Moments so true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A connection so deep&lt;br /&gt;Bound together so sweet&lt;br /&gt;What happened in my bed&lt;br /&gt;Now in my head&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2442457072586222911-515851269970291882?l=schnoogenheimer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schnoogenheimer.blogspot.com/feeds/515851269970291882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schnoogenheimer.blogspot.com/2009/01/expand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Poured from your soul&lt;br /&gt;Stories that you’ve told&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way you spoke&lt;br /&gt;Or what I heard&lt;br /&gt;Brought me closer&lt;br /&gt;Than I’ve ever known&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you cried&lt;br /&gt;I was there&lt;br /&gt;Feeling it too&lt;br /&gt;No time for despair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw you&lt;br /&gt;The clear in your eye&lt;br /&gt;I felt spoken to&lt;br /&gt;A heartfelt goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you leave now&lt;br /&gt;Why have you come&lt;br /&gt;To hold and please me&lt;br /&gt;Only to run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I stay&lt;br /&gt;When really I must go&lt;br /&gt;Is this love for real&lt;br /&gt;Or just some kind of show&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2442457072586222911-5099552241682003291?l=schnoogenheimer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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Stars'/><author><name>Schnoogen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07642854395543333597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xgPrdee7y3Y/Snae9PIqCuI/AAAAAAAAAIg/KH07ktrb7xQ/S220/P1010153.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442457072586222911.post-4506601882080113821</id><published>2009-01-14T20:59:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T21:00:38.592+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Combining the Soul</title><content type='html'>A glance, a sigh&lt;br /&gt;A wink that is sly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may explore&lt;br /&gt;We may discover&lt;br /&gt;A soul of colour&lt;br /&gt;Held dear my lover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the times I’ve seen you&lt;br /&gt;No other has felt so right&lt;br /&gt;While the light shines brightest&lt;br /&gt;When near you at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letting go is such a pain&lt;br /&gt;But what do you say in the pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;Rhyme in time today your fine&lt;br /&gt;Hope that death has friends who are left&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2442457072586222911-4506601882080113821?l=schnoogenheimer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schnoogenheimer.blogspot.com/feeds/4506601882080113821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schnoogenheimer.blogspot.com/2009/01/combining-soul.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442457072586222911/posts/default/4506601882080113821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442457072586222911/posts/default/4506601882080113821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schnoogenheimer.blogspot.com/2009/01/combining-soul.html' title='Combining the Soul'/><author><name>Schnoogen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07642854395543333597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xgPrdee7y3Y/Snae9PIqCuI/AAAAAAAAAIg/KH07ktrb7xQ/S220/P1010153.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442457072586222911.post-1141669307334209691</id><published>2009-01-14T20:56:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T00:40:48.027+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem of Jen</title><content type='html'>If only I could explain&lt;br /&gt;Where I get all this pain&lt;br /&gt;Ive no idea where it starts&lt;br /&gt;Where my body &amp;amp; soul parts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could love thee&lt;br /&gt;I would say go&lt;br /&gt;We’re not allowed to be&lt;br /&gt;We’re only here for show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were no good in bed&lt;br /&gt;Would I stay round&lt;br /&gt;If you were in the head&lt;br /&gt;Would I feel bound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things say to stay&lt;br /&gt;Other signs motion go&lt;br /&gt;Im allowed to do as I wish&lt;br /&gt;The decisions we make&lt;br /&gt;When guilded by the fish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to change&lt;br /&gt;What would I re-arrange&lt;br /&gt;Id say go fall in love&lt;br /&gt;And forget about all of the above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But im staying in a world of lust&lt;br /&gt;Filled with passion and desire&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming of a world I’ve known&lt;br /&gt;Accustomed to and completely grown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I give it all away now&lt;br /&gt;I think its time to run&lt;br /&gt;Skin cancer is no good for thee&lt;br /&gt;Its time to flee from the sun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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