<?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-37438375</id><updated>2011-10-29T19:17:52.895-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Frame Machine</title><subtitle type='html'>Frameing, the work of The Eternal Artist</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Abram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127288633949382872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZ8FN4MKTk0/S6lcXCM58yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ZQ11HRlITzw/S220/16259_211788426918_517181918_3195614_6097179_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37438375.post-2236883669281205307</id><published>2011-02-18T01:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T01:45:01.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Context is everything. Don't make me remind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37438375-2236883669281205307?l=theframemachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/feeds/2236883669281205307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37438375&amp;postID=2236883669281205307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/2236883669281205307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/2236883669281205307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/2011/02/context-is-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>Abram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127288633949382872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZ8FN4MKTk0/S6lcXCM58yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ZQ11HRlITzw/S220/16259_211788426918_517181918_3195614_6097179_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37438375.post-7307686701014682788</id><published>2010-12-29T15:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T15:38:23.818-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Parenting note</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ted.com/talks/rufus_griscom_alisa_volkman_let_s_talk_parenting_taboos.html" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.ted.com/talks/rufus_griscom_alisa_volkman_let_s_talk_parenting_taboos.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="GBThreadMessageRow_Body_Attachment"&gt;         &lt;div class="UIStoryAttachment" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;attach&amp;quot;}" id="m4d1b9bc253c619385491605"&gt;&lt;div class="UIStoryAttachment_Media UIStoryAttachment_MediaSingle" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;media&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;div class="UIMediaItem"&gt;&lt;a class="UIMediaItem_Wrapper" href="http://www.facebook.com/l.php?u=http%253A%252F%252Fwww.babble.com%252Fmom%252Frelationships%252Fparenthood-and-happiness-children-happy-parents%252F&amp;amp;h=bc177" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img class="img" src="http://external.ak.fbcdn.net/safe_image.php?d=9617dbd0bade0dd6c0c2e42d520a3aa5&amp;amp;w=90&amp;amp;h=90&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.babble.com%2Fcontent%2Farticles%2Ffeatures%2Fdispatches%2Fmitchell%2Fhappiness%2Fimages%2Fare-you-happy-are-you-sure.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" class="UIStoryAttachment_Info "&gt;&lt;div class="UIStoryAttachment_Title"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/l.php?u=http%253A%252F%252Fwww.babble.com%252Fmom%252Frelationships%252Fparenthood-and-happiness-children-happy-parents%252F&amp;amp;h=bc177&amp;amp;ref=nf" id="" target="_blank" style=""&gt;Does parenthood make us happy?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="UIStoryAttachment_Caption"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.babble.com/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;www.babble.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="UIStoryAttachment_Copy"&gt;Parents claim to enjoy their kids; researchers say they're deluded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="GBThreadMessageRow_Body"&gt;       &lt;div class="GBThreadMessageRow_Body_Content"&gt;         Good points:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) studies are done on people with no control group of non-parenting (at least the most cited one from "Stumbling on Happiness")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) Does the parenting curve just fall under the general life curve of happiness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c)  Most studies we see are done in an North American Culture (: People in  other cultures have different amounts of happiness curve levels&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;maybe  just an issue of not having time for children being so professionally  driven = unhappiness. NOT having children in itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d) Stress on  a marriage through needing to vent at spouse instead of directing  frustration towards the child. -&gt;(my own thing) what if this was  understood by people, would it alleviate some parental marital  pressures; as well as general views of personal happiness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e)Averaged  out moments of good and bad = average happiness. But it's not about  instances, and averages of happiness. That is/should not be the goal of  humans: "What we should be looking for is special transcendent moments  that may even come at the cost of a lower average. In my own experience  that's probably not a bad description of a day with a kid. As social  mammals, these are the moments that give us great, great pleasure."  (with a little of my own added interpretation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;f) quote: "The  pleasure of having children doesn't come in the backbreaking physical  labor," says McKelvey. "It's because of the funny things they say. If I  didn't have funny kids, I'd be really unhappy." ----&lt;br /&gt;fi) "Not many  people enjoy bench presses, but they like the results. As Gilbert points  out, if children bring us fulfillment, that's not a moment-to-moment  pleasure. Are you fulfilled? How about now? Now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;g)quote: " "It  changes the framework of happiness altogether," Karon says. "It changes  the benchmarks. By the measures that you used to determine your  happiness before you had children, you're completely miserable. That's  probably why so many people are so scared of it — because they don't  have access to another paradigm."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;h)quote: "The longer you live  in life, the more you appreciate things. And the things that were  meaningful are that much more meaningful, and the things that are  meaningless are forgotten."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: Does "average" happiness (balanced out instances of happiness measures) really matter? REALLY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One  last thought: "Romantic relationships have so many tensions and  complications," says Steinke. "At least in my relationship with my  daughter, she gets mad at me, but if only I could forgive my boyfriend  as fast as I can forgive her. There's not any particle of residue after  we make up. That's a good lesson."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;       &lt;div class="GBThreadMessageRow_ReferrerLink"&gt;                &lt;/div&gt;       &lt;div class="GBThreadMessageRow_Body_Attachment"&gt;         &lt;div class="UIStoryAttachment" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;attach&amp;quot;}" id="m4d1b9bc253c619385491605"&gt;&lt;br /&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/37438375-7307686701014682788?l=theframemachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/feeds/7307686701014682788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37438375&amp;postID=7307686701014682788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/7307686701014682788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/7307686701014682788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/2010/12/parenting-note.html' title='Parenting note'/><author><name>Abram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127288633949382872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZ8FN4MKTk0/S6lcXCM58yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ZQ11HRlITzw/S220/16259_211788426918_517181918_3195614_6097179_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37438375.post-7256595175888233673</id><published>2010-12-22T22:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T22:14:28.088-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyric of the day</title><content type='html'>I'm just a ghost,&lt;br /&gt;but still they echo me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[but] I 've got a feeling if I sang this loud enough,&lt;br /&gt;You would sing it back to me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37438375-7256595175888233673?l=theframemachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/feeds/7256595175888233673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37438375&amp;postID=7256595175888233673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/7256595175888233673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/7256595175888233673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/2010/12/lyric-of-day.html' title='Lyric of the day'/><author><name>Abram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127288633949382872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZ8FN4MKTk0/S6lcXCM58yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ZQ11HRlITzw/S220/16259_211788426918_517181918_3195614_6097179_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37438375.post-846392041512233147</id><published>2010-11-04T00:13:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T01:14:41.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Friend, of a friend, of a friend and in the end, you are the friend. Just sayin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mZ8FN4MKTk0/TNJPNpjIDjI/AAAAAAAAAFs/YlY6v359Ui0/s1600/Photo-0130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mZ8FN4MKTk0/TNJPNpjIDjI/AAAAAAAAAFs/YlY6v359Ui0/s320/Photo-0130.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535573987901836850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37438375-846392041512233147?l=theframemachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/feeds/846392041512233147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37438375&amp;postID=846392041512233147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/846392041512233147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/846392041512233147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/2010/11/friend-of-friend-of-friend-and-in-end.html' title=''/><author><name>Abram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127288633949382872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZ8FN4MKTk0/S6lcXCM58yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ZQ11HRlITzw/S220/16259_211788426918_517181918_3195614_6097179_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mZ8FN4MKTk0/TNJPNpjIDjI/AAAAAAAAAFs/YlY6v359Ui0/s72-c/Photo-0130.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37438375.post-6907863886702414481</id><published>2010-10-15T16:02:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T20:53:59.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The days ahead</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;edit:&lt;/span&gt; disclaimer this is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;not an angst ridden reflection&lt;/span&gt; about a girl. If that is what you got out of it please look again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;older&lt;/span&gt; now&lt;br /&gt;where has it got me&lt;br /&gt;I'm still &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;crazy&lt;/span&gt; about &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;a girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who knows &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt; about me&lt;br /&gt;I'm come so far, but some parts stay behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've painted a solid line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but it thins out at the sides&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made it down trail ~~~~~~~~but to make it here I left&lt;br /&gt;and dropped a &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;weighty chest&lt;/span&gt;; a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;determined&lt;/span&gt; snail&lt;br /&gt;I wonder when it will hit me and I'll need trek back&lt;br /&gt;to restore what what's infected for the thing that defected&lt;br /&gt;alone a brave solider who left his text of the heart &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;skewered &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;mount&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a stake what he left &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;marked&lt;/span&gt; on the ground&lt;br /&gt;so &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;one day when he was again atoned&lt;/span&gt; it could possibly be found&lt;br /&gt;an &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;opus&lt;/span&gt; to write not as &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Beehthoven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;without sight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but a man without a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;vital lesson&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;to learn bravery and might and tact and wisdom&lt;br /&gt;in reality &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;without passion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still an &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;swiss cheeze man&lt;/span&gt; from the part not yet with him&lt;br /&gt;when lovers&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;go aside &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;friends left behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where will I &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;be&lt;/span&gt;, I don't know which path is right&lt;br /&gt;But if find my education again in matters not of my head&lt;br /&gt;maybe one day I'll have reason to have found some place in a bed&lt;br /&gt;but as of now still caught in my head, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still caught in my head...  ..........................................................................................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37438375-6907863886702414481?l=theframemachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/feeds/6907863886702414481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37438375&amp;postID=6907863886702414481' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/6907863886702414481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/6907863886702414481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/2010/10/hmm-lame-eh.html' title='The days ahead'/><author><name>Abram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127288633949382872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZ8FN4MKTk0/S6lcXCM58yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ZQ11HRlITzw/S220/16259_211788426918_517181918_3195614_6097179_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37438375.post-1541904108587733928</id><published>2010-06-04T16:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T16:50:38.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>June 4, 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Taken in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;give when you get a little&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;home is where your &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;hands are moving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;working hard&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nothing wasted, nothing tossed -&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt; aside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;use every scrap (till your &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;weightless&lt;/span&gt;) and have a&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; little faith&lt;/span&gt; (in this) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what you've given will &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;come back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; to your side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;hands provide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;take care, take care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hands will bring the tide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37438375-1541904108587733928?l=theframemachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/feeds/1541904108587733928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37438375&amp;postID=1541904108587733928' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/1541904108587733928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/1541904108587733928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/2010/06/june-4-2010.html' title='June 4, 2010'/><author><name>Abram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127288633949382872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZ8FN4MKTk0/S6lcXCM58yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ZQ11HRlITzw/S220/16259_211788426918_517181918_3195614_6097179_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37438375.post-8940577506122220893</id><published>2010-03-23T19:15:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T20:35:41.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZ8FN4MKTk0/S6laLwKZseI/AAAAAAAAAEs/hQ4xYanyXsU/s1600-h/18-01-10_1016.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;a &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;wire fence&lt;/span&gt;, I'll &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;grow&lt;/span&gt; around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;a natural embrace, a &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;tree's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;disgrace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;or a &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;perfect place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Pretty much this is how I have been feeling for the last while and lyrical words really do describe a thought much better then a several page prose a lot of the time for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly love you all so much,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abram (March 23, 2010)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: April 4th; Hey Brent this is pretty much for you unless there's anyone else around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ed88267066e81caf" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ded88267066e81caf%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331301037%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DAC5875E09B442AE4B600D98DE56C972F746FD30.3A7C846AF07E026EC9298779DDCABA94B55D630F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ded88267066e81caf%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDxoF4vizYmBFcS1bcK0qc9woMcU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ded88267066e81caf%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331301037%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DAC5875E09B442AE4B600D98DE56C972F746FD30.3A7C846AF07E026EC9298779DDCABA94B55D630F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ded88267066e81caf%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDxoF4vizYmBFcS1bcK0qc9woMcU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37438375-8940577506122220893?l=theframemachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/feeds/8940577506122220893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37438375&amp;postID=8940577506122220893' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/8940577506122220893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/8940577506122220893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/2010/03/poem.html' title='Poem'/><author><name>Abram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127288633949382872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZ8FN4MKTk0/S6lcXCM58yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ZQ11HRlITzw/S220/16259_211788426918_517181918_3195614_6097179_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37438375.post-7129401647202395705</id><published>2010-01-18T00:27:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T00:29:34.158-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey I learned to really smile. (I wish I could say "today" but it's been a bit now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smile.&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/37438375-7129401647202395705?l=theframemachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/feeds/7129401647202395705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37438375&amp;postID=7129401647202395705' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/7129401647202395705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/7129401647202395705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/2010/01/hey-i-learned-to-really-smile-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Abram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127288633949382872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZ8FN4MKTk0/S6lcXCM58yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ZQ11HRlITzw/S220/16259_211788426918_517181918_3195614_6097179_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37438375.post-3858881587287809663</id><published>2010-01-02T00:33:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T23:08:59.451-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything in Transit</title><content type='html'>(whoa accidentally stumbled on this title w/o realizing it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I hate old me, everything about my old weaker, less intelligent, just generally even more pessimistic depressed self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder when loathing of a past self becomes nostalgia/missing a past self?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe nothing really changes at all and we just want to feel we've gotten farther then were were yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I definitely have also missed past selves but also loathed him for not making better decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR were they correct decisions but I just can't see the reasoning anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything in transit. blehg. jan 1, '10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jan 2 edit&lt;br /&gt;absence makes the heart grow fonder? or reunion makes the heart grow fonder?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37438375-3858881587287809663?l=theframemachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/feeds/3858881587287809663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37438375&amp;postID=3858881587287809663' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/3858881587287809663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/3858881587287809663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/2010/01/everything-in-transit.html' title='Everything in Transit'/><author><name>Abram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127288633949382872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZ8FN4MKTk0/S6lcXCM58yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ZQ11HRlITzw/S220/16259_211788426918_517181918_3195614_6097179_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37438375.post-1175055917303224484</id><published>2009-12-25T00:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T00:31:09.194-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New years Resolution</title><content type='html'>fill in soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37438375-1175055917303224484?l=theframemachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/feeds/1175055917303224484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37438375&amp;postID=1175055917303224484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/1175055917303224484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/1175055917303224484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-years-resolution.html' title='New years Resolution'/><author><name>Abram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127288633949382872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZ8FN4MKTk0/S6lcXCM58yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ZQ11HRlITzw/S220/16259_211788426918_517181918_3195614_6097179_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37438375.post-3912701243069252237</id><published>2009-11-09T22:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T22:37:10.902-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Around the else</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mZ8FN4MKTk0/Svjf3OfzzKI/AAAAAAAAAEg/p6D2lysFx9g/s1600-h/04-10-09_0027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mZ8FN4MKTk0/Svjf3OfzzKI/AAAAAAAAAEg/p6D2lysFx9g/s320/04-10-09_0027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402313892908223650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hit the end of my rope&lt;br /&gt;collapse and overloaded&lt;br /&gt;something is growing&lt;br /&gt;but i need it to slow&lt;br /&gt;or my head's going to blow&lt;br /&gt;and i don't have enough thread&lt;br /&gt;to patch me up till the end of the season&lt;br /&gt;even now my intentions are falling to pieces&lt;br /&gt;and now with no time left i still need to wrap my head&lt;br /&gt;and make it sense&lt;br /&gt;and find struggling minuites&lt;br /&gt;get some rest&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37438375-3912701243069252237?l=theframemachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/feeds/3912701243069252237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37438375&amp;postID=3912701243069252237' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/3912701243069252237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/3912701243069252237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/2009/11/around-else.html' title='Around the else'/><author><name>Abram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127288633949382872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZ8FN4MKTk0/S6lcXCM58yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ZQ11HRlITzw/S220/16259_211788426918_517181918_3195614_6097179_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mZ8FN4MKTk0/Svjf3OfzzKI/AAAAAAAAAEg/p6D2lysFx9g/s72-c/04-10-09_0027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37438375.post-3796595079697272197</id><published>2009-10-23T11:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T11:39:06.128-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can't Write&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can't release&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37438375-3796595079697272197?l=theframemachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/feeds/3796595079697272197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37438375&amp;postID=3796595079697272197' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/3796595079697272197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/3796595079697272197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/2009/10/cant.html' title='Can&apos;t'/><author><name>Abram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127288633949382872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZ8FN4MKTk0/S6lcXCM58yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ZQ11HRlITzw/S220/16259_211788426918_517181918_3195614_6097179_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37438375.post-7645779712222391782</id><published>2009-07-27T21:50:00.020-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T17:42:13.345-05:00</updated><title type='text'>[Empty line for an old Cliche]**</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://michaelmay.us/08blog/12/1226_wildthingare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 298px;" src="http://michaelmay.us/08blog/12/1226_wildthingare.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lets go on the run&lt;br /&gt;home left me behind so long ago&lt;br /&gt;so why not go on an adventure&lt;br /&gt;let us have some fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should go immediately&lt;br /&gt;lest we be stricken stiff from head to toe&lt;br /&gt;sooner we leave the sooner we'll know&lt;br /&gt;we should find a place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Build a new world&lt;br /&gt;that that would inspire soul of van gogh&lt;br /&gt;a brand new place for us to go&lt;br /&gt;the place in the distance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speck that rises with the east&lt;br /&gt;that from head to the arms are set algow&lt;br /&gt;that shines with the west after the ticking hands have ventured their span&lt;br /&gt;a place in your mind can you see it yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you been there yet?&lt;br /&gt;if I am of the relm of not know&lt;br /&gt;I have no regret&lt;br /&gt;least now you've had a chance to been shown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   lets run away to a place called _____.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/User/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Cliche]**'/><author><name>Abram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127288633949382872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZ8FN4MKTk0/S6lcXCM58yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ZQ11HRlITzw/S220/16259_211788426918_517181918_3195614_6097179_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37438375.post-4938881027957260893</id><published>2009-05-04T22:26:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T21:04:03.231-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"insecure" is a cool sounding word</title><content type='html'>Random random random random random random&lt;br /&gt;random random random random random  random&lt;br /&gt;random  random random  random random  random&lt;br /&gt;                     rAndom&lt;br /&gt;random   random raNdom  random random  random random&lt;br /&gt;random random random random random random random&lt;br /&gt;random random  random ranDom&lt;br /&gt;random random  random random  randOm&lt;br /&gt;random random  random random  random&lt;br /&gt;random random  random random  random&lt;br /&gt;random random  random random random randoM&lt;br /&gt;random random random random  random random&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                           random&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;figure it out yet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********&lt;br /&gt;fireplace with an empty fire&lt;br /&gt;a flickering light and broken wire&lt;br /&gt;a faint reflection a cold room of serentiy&lt;br /&gt;an thoughtless head,&lt;br /&gt;a wasted time (called eternity?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************&lt;br /&gt;damages done&lt;br /&gt;damage is done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damages to a soon to be corps&lt;br /&gt;prostrate carcass stomp on it's head. again! again!     hee hee!!&lt;br /&gt;foot in a face crimson blood and beige bone; a grim and hilarious puddle on the floor,&lt;br /&gt;a flash foreward or back, legal wordplay, an adonis of words,&lt;br /&gt;hollow sentiments an echo; a trail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit may 09. __&gt; imagine a young man, with a tree and a mighty tool of digging in his hand, with the swiftness of a river passing through the wind, within dense shrubs and plethora of earth colours and tones. oh and a tent and another guy with a donkey face. "HI!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37438375-4938881027957260893?l=theframemachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/feeds/4938881027957260893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37438375&amp;postID=4938881027957260893' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/4938881027957260893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/4938881027957260893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/2009/05/insecure-is-cool-sounding-word.html' title='&quot;insecure&quot; is a cool sounding word'/><author><name>Abram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127288633949382872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZ8FN4MKTk0/S6lcXCM58yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ZQ11HRlITzw/S220/16259_211788426918_517181918_3195614_6097179_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37438375.post-7573454045609700315</id><published>2009-04-12T21:48:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T22:42:42.359-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitten? the magic penny?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="readmore"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;so you all know how I always say things I have inklings about but can never give real proof about. Well I do usually try to remember to look into these things as I say i do in conversations. Tonight I had some extra time and was able to look into "the penny effect". As many of you may have heard before:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;put a penny onto a hornet/spider bite, or bee sting to help healing. Put on the bite site right when you are bitten. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I looked at a handful of articles and many saying&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;"no way its a myth"&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; but alot of people actually having &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;proof of experience&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well I did not have infinite time but this is what I came up with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(disclaimer: science majors please correct me if I'm wrong):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Copper is germicidal, meaning it naturally disinfects and works against bacteria through the oligodynamic effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And zinc has also helps &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;speeding up healing &lt;/span&gt;after injury. certain types of zinc also reduce inflammatory cytokines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;differing results? (courtesy of wiki):&lt;br /&gt; after 2000 AD: &lt;/span&gt;94% &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Steel" title="Steel"&gt;steel&lt;/a&gt;, 1.5% &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nickel" title="Nickel"&gt;nickel&lt;/a&gt;, 4.5% copper plated zinc&lt;br /&gt;1999 AD- past: ~ 98.4% &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zinc" title="Zinc"&gt;zinc&lt;/a&gt;, 1.6% copper plating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah that's what I got. so you might as well try it eh? there have been alot of positive experiences with it, and skeptics online seem to usually be those who have never tried it. I have also had a positive experience with this also, ask me about it some time. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;But of course you should always be careful to get medical attention if it seems necessary. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wish I could refer you to a single place to get these answers but i pretty much spent the last hour and a half trying to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;piece together info.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;So take&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;from this what you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tunage clips(or future tunage)from journal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were hurt,&lt;br /&gt;I built up walls&lt;br /&gt;didn't see the walls were caging us in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to hold myself the way I want to for you&lt;br /&gt;they said we'd fit like puzzle pieces, but &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;there's always that awkward little bit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll always be growing, we'll always be younger, we'll always be learning, we'll always have hunger...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;at least I hope so :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p.s. some colors were just highlights in my mind, so just ignore them for explicit meaning within the context of its place. or you could just ignore in general if you want... i guess...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37438375-7573454045609700315?l=theframemachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/feeds/7573454045609700315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37438375&amp;postID=7573454045609700315' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/7573454045609700315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/7573454045609700315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/2009/04/bitten-magic-penny.html' title='Bitten? the magic penny?'/><author><name>Abram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127288633949382872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZ8FN4MKTk0/S6lcXCM58yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ZQ11HRlITzw/S220/16259_211788426918_517181918_3195614_6097179_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37438375.post-6328133328982296509</id><published>2009-03-14T01:53:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T13:28:08.459-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Regrets beta 1 : for and for not</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(March 15)I added this because it seems unfair and a little too abstract. I defiantly found more and more regrets are building up lately.&lt;br /&gt;More and more you realize how much the saying: "you don't know what you have till &lt;br /&gt;its gone" applies no matter how much you fight it. I think though it was meant as a lesson it was also meant as just a simple truth. It directs you to get more out of where you are which is defiantly important but no matter how much you fight it, it still happens. Though it has been said many times, even in this little space we created, things seem smaller in the moment and just get bigger. You learn to appreciate things more (and more things), and *your heart gets bigger* so your branches grow more branches. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;But&lt;/span&gt; the small things are the things in life that will mean the most to you. And defiantly the little things in life you find in life should always be consciously hung onto. And even when you look back and find you have missed something you should have kept, you know can realize that the collection of little things you have are the things that meant the most to you in the first place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;No Regrets&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.everything has its exceptions. And as always did I really get my true point across?:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;end edit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;To whom it may concern,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;moments snap together like magnets, forging a chain of shackles, I can trace them. I can even with time pull them apart again. but why at the start were they magnetized at all - just those particular moments and no others, I don't know nor does anyone's else. Yet if  I don't know - if I can never know that- then what am I doing here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Peter Shaffer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;we were in the dark&lt;br /&gt;and you were painted in colors that only we knew&lt;br /&gt;our bodies bathed in the blue of a gelatran moon&lt;br /&gt;you caught me, i was staring into you&lt;br /&gt;and you had me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;she met me at our coffee shop a few years later&lt;br /&gt;was he worth the lies&lt;br /&gt;was he worth the pain&lt;br /&gt;Your hurting now and ask me to care&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to be more, but there are pages that were torn&lt;br /&gt;i say all these things but i leave so much unsaid&lt;br /&gt;all these words are just words behind longing, jealousy and thinking of your bed&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;without revealing too much :P :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;journal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37438375-6328133328982296509?l=theframemachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/feeds/6328133328982296509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37438375&amp;postID=6328133328982296509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/6328133328982296509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/6328133328982296509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/2009/03/regrets-beta-1-for-and-for-not.html' title='Regrets beta 1 : for and for not'/><author><name>Abram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127288633949382872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZ8FN4MKTk0/S6lcXCM58yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ZQ11HRlITzw/S220/16259_211788426918_517181918_3195614_6097179_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37438375.post-1875971416461153327</id><published>2009-02-15T19:24:00.019-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T23:55:12.807-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Song Sample Version. 2.3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm a dog in your rain&lt;br /&gt;and I'm screemin&lt;br /&gt;your screeming at air&lt;br /&gt;(there was something there&lt;br /&gt;but I had to get there first&lt;br /&gt;you pushed me aside; we broke the line)&lt;br /&gt;that old familiar stare of the wall that dosn't care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was waiting for a change&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I thought it was the age&lt;br /&gt;I was waiting for you to grow (maybe a little old -er)&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what the hell I was looking for&lt;br /&gt;(why are we cursed to always want more)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I've slowed down (we/broke down?)&lt;br /&gt;please slow down&lt;br /&gt;I lost the lines I memorized but please understand&lt;br /&gt;The words I couldn't say&lt;br /&gt;you couldn't say them at all&lt;br /&gt;I guess we were stuck on the wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must have tracked in the mud&lt;br /&gt;thier always wash us away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeah was just gonna post something from my journal, but chose something more comprehensive. (though it was also from there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music inspires, you kids have inspired me. something in me always wants to be better, thinking i could do it better then someone else. But knowing there are still amazing people out there. and hoping I am and may one day also be amazing. For you who's said 'your amazing' to me (or anyone; you know who you are), thank you. your&lt;br /&gt;probably what saves us at some time or another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kids arn't kids for long, we'll learn our new songs, and sing in a new decade.&lt;br /&gt;Messages change, we won't be the same, but we will, we will, in some way.&lt;br /&gt;And songs save our souls when we have almost lost that inch of hold, where even our fingers barely fit, and our fingernails become our inch. and we will dig in just only sing to us, and we'll sing with you, and we'll fill this air with our driven waves. And challenge, challenge us more, and that's what will lift us slowly, and that's how we'll soar. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;('v')&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just cause it never feels like you completed your thought in a post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. nothing is complicated (unless you make i complicated)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37438375-1875971416461153327?l=theframemachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/feeds/1875971416461153327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37438375&amp;postID=1875971416461153327' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/1875971416461153327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/1875971416461153327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/2009/02/song-sample-version-23.html' title='Song Sample Version. 2.3'/><author><name>Abram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127288633949382872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZ8FN4MKTk0/S6lcXCM58yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ZQ11HRlITzw/S220/16259_211788426918_517181918_3195614_6097179_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37438375.post-6930553550097825912</id><published>2009-01-27T19:03:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T10:50:29.699-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is a MUST</title><content type='html'>Do it now. Its incredible, best new thing I've heard in a VERY long time. I know you'll love it as much as I did. really just really good as a whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://9start.info/browse.php?u=Oi8vd3d3LnZoMS5jb20vc2l0ZXdpZGUvYXBwcy9tZWRpYXBsYXllci9pbmRleC5qaHRtbD90cmFjaz1hbGwmdHlwZT1saXN0ZW5pbmdwYXJ0eSZwYWlkPTE5NDY4MzImYWxidW1pZD0yMzYwODYzJnhtbEZpbGU9L2FydGlzdHMvYXpkcm9wbGV0cy9saXN0ZW5pbmdfcGFydHkvdGhlX2ZyYXkvdGhlX2ZyYXkvYWxidW0ueG1sJnNlY3Rpb25fND1hbGJ1bS5qaHRtbCZyZWZVUkw9L2FydGlzdHMvYXovZnJheS8yMzYwODYzL2FsYnVtLmpodG1sJmFkUE49YWxidW0mc2VjdGlvbl8zPTIzNjA4NjMmc2VjdGlvbl8wPWFydGlzdHMmc2VjdGlvbl8xPWF6JmFkUHRoPS9hc20vYWRzZXR1cC9hcnRpc3RzLyZzZWN0aW9uXzI9ZnJheSZmb3JtYXQ9&amp;b=29#"&gt;THIS IS A MUST&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(make sure to take the spaces out. oh and its like this because it has to be listened through a proxy because we're in canada and apparently american media hates us)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must make more music. inspired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. except for the 8th and 9nth track. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;!!attention!!: if that did not work then take this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.vh1.com/sitewide/apps/mediaplayer/index.jhtml?track=01&amp;format=&amp;paid=1946832&amp;albumid=2360863&amp;type=listeningparty&amp;xmlFile=/artists/azdroplets/listening_party/the_fray/the_fray/album.xml&amp;videotitle=Syndicate&amp;section_0=artists&amp;section_1=az&amp;section_2=fray&amp;section_3=2360863&amp;section_4=album.jhtml&amp;refURL=/artists/az/fray/2360863/album.jhtml&amp;adPth=/asm/adsetup/artists/&amp;adPN=album&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and copy and past it into this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://9start.info/index.php&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37438375-6930553550097825912?l=theframemachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZ8FN4MKTk0/S6lcXCM58yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ZQ11HRlITzw/S220/16259_211788426918_517181918_3195614_6097179_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37438375.post-9077823284338516238</id><published>2009-01-25T18:42:00.022-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T11:53:44.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Remodeling is fun</title><content type='html'>So umm I guess you'll have to highlight to read stuff now... :P hope you still come by some times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope you like the new layout.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37438375-9077823284338516238?l=theframemachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/feeds/9077823284338516238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37438375&amp;postID=9077823284338516238' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/9077823284338516238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/9077823284338516238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/2009/01/remodeling-is-fun.html' title='Remodeling is fun'/><author><name>Abram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127288633949382872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZ8FN4MKTk0/S6lcXCM58yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ZQ11HRlITzw/S220/16259_211788426918_517181918_3195614_6097179_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37438375.post-6243953187910265367</id><published>2009-01-03T00:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T00:08:01.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This my friends is ART</title><content type='html'>Amazing puppetry, amazing hands, in 3D can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X0fGMl7FNFI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X0fGMl7FNFI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" 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ART'/><author><name>Abram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127288633949382872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZ8FN4MKTk0/S6lcXCM58yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ZQ11HRlITzw/S220/16259_211788426918_517181918_3195614_6097179_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37438375.post-7485888060303209708</id><published>2008-12-11T23:47:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:45:34.338-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blarg #364</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;(read after reading below? maybe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Journal Notes Dec. 10: Listening to Andrew McMahon interview. Key points that just seem to fit in with my life right now. We are all connected and we share experiences on all levels?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The odd man out&lt;br /&gt;warped&lt;br /&gt;i have the ability to forgive&lt;br /&gt;Outlets people are connecting to&lt;br /&gt;having a hard time following you here&lt;br /&gt;screw it&lt;br /&gt;moved my way across the coutnry&lt;br /&gt;make your own decisions&lt;br /&gt;piano punk rock band/ punk pop&lt;br /&gt;it was our headay&lt;br /&gt;we moved out&lt;br /&gt;close to my moms brother before he passed&lt;br /&gt;had run dry&lt;br /&gt;these things that are given, can just as easliy be taken&lt;br /&gt;hit me&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(read after reading below? maybe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; also for those of you not keeping up:  a/v:  &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=obhdTlImFBo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=obhdTlImFBo"&gt;Why'd you have to wait to find me...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we've all thought of this before, but going off someone elses thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think about love in marriage what does it mean. I've always thought to myself, is there really marriage in heaven? is there really a perfect and only someone for everyone? or anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think (maybe) no. not the a bigger sense anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In heaven isn't it just going to be everyone? how much can you actually dislike them if they are family in Christ? what enmity is there between family, sure they can be annoying, and piss you off, and actually wrong you, but how can you ever hate something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think forgiveness comes into this too, can you ever NOT FORGIVE family? Someone said LOVE = FOREVER. Let me add on to that and say. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;GOD =love =FAMILY = Forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought, if I never found my perfect match I think I would be fine, because we are all family and as long as I have people who love me, life is worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think love may have been distorted over time, what is love. does it change. has it changed. what does society see as love now. is marriage of two people more sacred then family as it has been put. isn't marriage just to make you part of family on earth. is committing adultery, any worse then stabbing a friend in the back? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;= open ended statement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is marriage for everyone? NO?  I want to believe that marriage if for me, cause I want to have children one day, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i think...&lt;/span&gt;, and I wanna have someone to well , you know, your all human.&lt;br /&gt;But am I suppose to, or &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;= 2nd open ended statement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To wrap up another blarg of thought: I always feel good about knowing all the collective people I have ever meet, I will meet again. God willing. And us willing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as always. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;to be continued... = life ----&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;including:&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v343/137/7/598785458/n598785458_4557630_6269.jpg"&gt; leaps of faith&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and: (remeber to add snew song link here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37438375-7485888060303209708?l=theframemachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/feeds/7485888060303209708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37438375&amp;postID=7485888060303209708' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/7485888060303209708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/7485888060303209708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-think-weve-all-thought-of-this-before.html' title='Blarg #364'/><author><name>Abram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127288633949382872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZ8FN4MKTk0/S6lcXCM58yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ZQ11HRlITzw/S220/16259_211788426918_517181918_3195614_6097179_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37438375.post-132946935811988007</id><published>2008-11-09T16:33:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T20:02:17.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Profound</title><content type='html'>my Brain:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So  I can't ever seem to get things done these days. I actually think I worked harder in highschool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit I frikin miss frakin drama, I hope I make it into the musical production next term...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am seriously self destructive, but not even in the cool way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol its jon in a frikin fidel castro outfit. eww I hate amy winehouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm  juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the animals come out&lt;br /&gt;thier restless and ravinous for your touch&lt;br /&gt;and we're the rag doll in the wind just spinning in circles&lt;br /&gt;dear you don't look so well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I'll ever get to play with a full band again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you moved on, found something better? I'm trying. . . dammit....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fak!! I got a frakin 67!!!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new expression of the year: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;porno &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ex: 007 Quatum of Solice is frakin porno; that's porno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow its 4:44 I frkin hate eating dinner at shitty times like this, fat unpleasent lady is probably serving... crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing feels real, and home feels lost. but it was good that one night we had... it did get unawkward it just took time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Cause I  am lately horney, so why would she take me horney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;. I think I under stand the words of elephant a little bit more now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit what was that thing I was gonna write?!!! crap!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37438375-132946935811988007?l=theframemachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/feeds/132946935811988007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37438375&amp;postID=132946935811988007' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/132946935811988007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/132946935811988007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/2008/11/nothing-profound.html' title='Nothing Profound'/><author><name>Abram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127288633949382872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZ8FN4MKTk0/S6lcXCM58yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ZQ11HRlITzw/S220/16259_211788426918_517181918_3195614_6097179_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37438375.post-1448725050513574653</id><published>2008-08-14T18:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T18:46:36.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Its about the right time again</title><content type='html'>I always loved the winter&lt;br /&gt;You said you loved the autumn in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I said I loved a fire&lt;br /&gt;You preferred those city lights&lt;br /&gt;I live for the dark sky&lt;br /&gt;you said I'll be your sunrise&lt;br /&gt;Lets sing all night&lt;br /&gt;I remember the song that lasted us till dawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the heads to your tails&lt;br /&gt;you said, I'll be the blue to your sea&lt;br /&gt;your the one that keeps me grounded&lt;br /&gt;dear your my gravity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We planned for London&lt;br /&gt;You said lets go to France&lt;br /&gt;We'll sail Vienna, lets take a chance&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of living in hindsight&lt;br /&gt;screw the what ifs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent my entire life wearing down my edges trying to fit in,&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna go to the place where I should have been&lt;br /&gt;Just hold me tight and let me feel you fit with me&lt;br /&gt;     blah blah gah ......shit there that goes screw it hopefully this will eventually work itself out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37438375-1448725050513574653?l=theframemachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZ8FN4MKTk0/S6lcXCM58yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ZQ11HRlITzw/S220/16259_211788426918_517181918_3195614_6097179_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37438375.post-4941687043730801699</id><published>2008-07-20T00:11:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T00:19:17.714-05:00</updated><title type='text'>List</title><content type='html'>campfires, sand, grass, nighttime, sunset, sunrise, airplane, satellite, sound of birds at 5:46 am, her eyes, pitch black, warm, cool shiver/shot, clear/lucent smell, silence, quite laughter, accidental brush, wide open, closed softly, a cluster closely knitted; heaven? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;add more:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37438375-4941687043730801699?l=theframemachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZ8FN4MKTk0/S6lcXCM58yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ZQ11HRlITzw/S220/16259_211788426918_517181918_3195614_6097179_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37438375.post-5672633243891603448</id><published>2008-06-22T23:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T23:23:28.752-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In case I ever forget</title><content type='html'>I think if I didn't know God I would be the next Hitler.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37438375-5672633243891603448?l=theframemachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/feeds/5672633243891603448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37438375&amp;postID=5672633243891603448' title='3 Comments'/><link 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type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iLldYHZLca0&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iLldYHZLca0&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37438375-836232856727565728?l=theframemachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/feeds/836232856727565728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37438375&amp;postID=836232856727565728' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/836232856727565728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/836232856727565728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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home to my friends and those moments&lt;br /&gt;To those fires on the beaches, to the singing of songs and those happy birthdays candles in a tiny little gazebo hut,&lt;br /&gt;To the night times we ran, and walked, and we talked about something, about everything, about nothing at all,&lt;br /&gt;Slept on the the coast, and we all lie down and just are on this shore,&lt;br /&gt;We drank together, ate together, sat silent together,&lt;br /&gt;we laugh, and we cried, and we hurt, and we worried,&lt;br /&gt;we praised, and complained together, and this place was our playground.&lt;br /&gt;Now everythings gonna change, won't someone bring me home.&lt;br /&gt;Lets swing, throw stones and ice into the water forever. (And we'll call this home)&lt;-3rd time end&lt;br /&gt;Play in sand, and fly some kites.&lt;br /&gt;So I listen to music to help me fight off breathless fears.&lt;br /&gt;Stop this bus and heat, and bring me back to the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the present and future,&lt;br /&gt;walking slow don't wanna go back to the room with four walls&lt;br /&gt;and the fucking problems,&lt;br /&gt;Sitting woken from the dream&lt;br /&gt;sound of the mouse and the hum of the screen, and this modern scene&lt;br /&gt;I hate this life, I know I'll get through it somehow, but right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go home, I wanna go home, I want to go home,&lt;br /&gt;To home, but not here, not here&lt;br /&gt;I want to lie down, I want to sit up,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be awake don't miss a moment before this shock&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go home to, Lord I wanna go home to...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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1984&lt;br /&gt;Oh wandering sheep, wake up, wake up, wake up.&lt;br /&gt;There heads are draging on the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie reads the pages&lt;br /&gt;but somthing there is wrong&lt;br /&gt;A puzzle without a certian piece, a tune taken from its song&lt;br /&gt;A poem without its meaning become scribbles on a page&lt;br /&gt;"Am I just a clockwork orange," a lonley lost sheep said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37438375-3524851916009624495?l=theframemachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/feeds/3524851916009624495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37438375&amp;postID=3524851916009624495' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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yellow hooded sweatshirt passed me in the halls again,Thoses white strips cross me throught, embrace me and drag me in;And I try not to feel, cause I can't let these people see, the branches growing out to you from me, they'll burn these leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;And these masks we put on everydaythey're just thin plastic sheets of pretendingwe all just make imposters of ourselvesdoes anyone really know who we are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few steps later I regret these stupid actions I have madebut I am petrafied;Even now I could at least try to try to try but instead I run and hide to empty rooms and take it out on furniture and walls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this stuggle, its what lets me know I'm alive, and havn't just blended into the backgroundand my greatest fear is waking up from hereand looking in a mirror and finding my eyes have gone cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;Or will this just come to an endless search for what went out?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37438375-9046038115727305224?l=theframemachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/feeds/9046038115727305224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37438375&amp;postID=9046038115727305224' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/9046038115727305224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/9046038115727305224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/2008/03/piano-working-title-masks.html' title='Piano Working Title : Masks'/><author><name>Abram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127288633949382872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZ8FN4MKTk0/S6lcXCM58yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ZQ11HRlITzw/S220/16259_211788426918_517181918_3195614_6097179_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37438375.post-2982006652787642341</id><published>2008-01-26T22:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T22:33:02.854-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Can we get home soon I have to do......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; absolutly nothing I just finished up everything I need to do this semester....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the CRAP, why do I miss work? why do I miss frikin procrastinating from work!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah I need some project?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit don't wanna think about crap that annoys the crap out of me!!! [in general]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have way to much time, I work best when I have to squeeze in recreation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37438375-2982006652787642341?l=theframemachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/feeds/2982006652787642341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37438375&amp;postID=2982006652787642341' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/2982006652787642341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/2982006652787642341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/2008/01/can-we-get-home-soon-i-have-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Abram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127288633949382872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZ8FN4MKTk0/S6lcXCM58yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ZQ11HRlITzw/S220/16259_211788426918_517181918_3195614_6097179_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37438375.post-3766108503743893838</id><published>2008-01-11T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T00:02:58.237-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In the begininggg</title><content type='html'>... there was a $1 mic and a Desktop PC from 1998; also a ruining enthusiasum. Oh and cause someone else went first. :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.purevolume.com/shinylights/"&gt;http://www.purevolume.com/shinylights/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37438375-3766108503743893838?l=theframemachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/feeds/3766108503743893838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37438375&amp;postID=3766108503743893838' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/3766108503743893838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/3766108503743893838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/2008/01/in-begininggg.html' title='In the begininggg'/><author><name>Abram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127288633949382872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZ8FN4MKTk0/S6lcXCM58yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ZQ11HRlITzw/S220/16259_211788426918_517181918_3195614_6097179_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37438375.post-7940317275018981305</id><published>2008-01-06T18:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T19:01:24.901-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Deleted History</title><content type='html'>Before: 220 new&lt;br /&gt;448&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After: 1 new&lt;br /&gt;32&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just deleted emails from the era of Grade 8 - present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason game me some feelings of regret, and loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wierd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Highlights:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mr. Devris/Jedi Outcast II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Elena's New years party '06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;New years '07&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Trip to Algonquin email&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;China corrospondences&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and many other emails that gave birth to fun times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37438375-7940317275018981305?l=theframemachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/feeds/7940317275018981305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37438375&amp;postID=7940317275018981305' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/7940317275018981305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/7940317275018981305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/2008/01/deleted-history.html' title='Deleted History'/><author><name>Abram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127288633949382872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZ8FN4MKTk0/S6lcXCM58yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ZQ11HRlITzw/S220/16259_211788426918_517181918_3195614_6097179_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37438375.post-5581213854926009978</id><published>2007-12-25T00:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T00:46:22.169-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks to You</title><content type='html'>Songs make me think of certain people in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good, the bad, and the ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, my support, and my anchor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The levees are holding fast&lt;br /&gt;but still....&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should build a dike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 4 solid songs&lt;br /&gt;and 3 solid tunes I can think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you light up the world?&lt;br /&gt;One candle at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its christmas time again&lt;br /&gt;merry christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37438375-5581213854926009978?l=theframemachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/feeds/5581213854926009978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37438375&amp;postID=5581213854926009978' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/5581213854926009978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/5581213854926009978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/2007/12/thanks-to-you.html' title='Thanks to You'/><author><name>Abram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127288633949382872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZ8FN4MKTk0/S6lcXCM58yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ZQ11HRlITzw/S220/16259_211788426918_517181918_3195614_6097179_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37438375.post-6265175103836146283</id><published>2007-12-17T23:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T23:22:41.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What is this world coming to *tear*</title><content type='html'>Please read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thestar.com/News/Ontario/article/286393"&gt;http://www.thestar.com/News/Ontario/article/286393&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in righteous anger... God forgive me if I'm wrong... &gt;:'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37438375-6265175103836146283?l=theframemachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/feeds/6265175103836146283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37438375&amp;postID=6265175103836146283' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/6265175103836146283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/6265175103836146283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-is-this-world-coming-to-tear.html' title='What is this world coming to *tear*'/><author><name>Abram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127288633949382872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZ8FN4MKTk0/S6lcXCM58yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ZQ11HRlITzw/S220/16259_211788426918_517181918_3195614_6097179_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37438375.post-973007010573204892</id><published>2007-12-06T23:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T22:21:18.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thought of Yesterday</title><content type='html'>I will be your silloutte always by your side&lt;br /&gt;When the lights go out I'll cover you from the inside&lt;br /&gt;Out, I'll be your shadow please don't try to hide&lt;br /&gt;But as your silloutte I'll always be in the world beside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful storm or a killer thats what they say&lt;br /&gt;They say theres a fine line&lt;br /&gt;am I that romantic or the stalker&lt;br /&gt;am I the lover who dances with you, or the creep that drags you to the tune&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe tomorrow you'll hold me tight, but for tonight, I'll stay out sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add Edit: Dec 16, 10:14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got me on my knees&lt;br /&gt;You got me on the floor&lt;br /&gt;You got me begging please&lt;br /&gt;You got me wanting more&lt;br /&gt;You got me knocking; banging on your door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of every moment&lt;br /&gt;I can't get thoughts of you out of my mind&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing shards of time&lt;br /&gt;I losing sanity&lt;br /&gt;You got me going insane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it (you) was just a dream&lt;br /&gt;I guess it was just my imagination&lt;br /&gt;A made up story of broken pieces&lt;br /&gt;A stupid made up puzzle of insanity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every holiday you got me thinking when I give&lt;br /&gt;of you ,I wonder if you would want somthing too&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna see you maybe be wanted back&lt;br /&gt;But that would take a miricle&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll get that christmas miricle, angel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37438375-973007010573204892?l=theframemachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/feeds/973007010573204892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37438375&amp;postID=973007010573204892' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/973007010573204892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/973007010573204892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/2007/12/thought-of-yesterday.html' title='A Thought of Yesterday'/><author><name>Abram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127288633949382872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZ8FN4MKTk0/S6lcXCM58yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ZQ11HRlITzw/S220/16259_211788426918_517181918_3195614_6097179_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37438375.post-8420508978972254969</id><published>2007-11-18T20:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T20:13:04.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Somtimes Blogs are like a drunk phone call&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37438375-8420508978972254969?l=theframemachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/feeds/8420508978972254969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37438375&amp;postID=8420508978972254969' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/8420508978972254969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/8420508978972254969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/2007/11/somtimes-blogs-are-like-drunk-phone.html' title=''/><author><name>Abram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127288633949382872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZ8FN4MKTk0/S6lcXCM58yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ZQ11HRlITzw/S220/16259_211788426918_517181918_3195614_6097179_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37438375.post-542243410556232953</id><published>2007-10-13T22:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T22:20:27.194-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite all the small shitty things in life right now I really am truely happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not getting over things anymore, but just accepting them and moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy :o I'm Happy:)  I'm HAPPY~! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Abram&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Prayer at 11:11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Thank You so Much  my King, Great is thy faithfulness, Oh God my father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ppss. SPC cards are awsome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37438375-542243410556232953?l=theframemachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/feeds/542243410556232953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37438375&amp;postID=542243410556232953' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/542243410556232953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/542243410556232953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-happy-despite-all-small-shitty.html' title=''/><author><name>Abram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127288633949382872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZ8FN4MKTk0/S6lcXCM58yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ZQ11HRlITzw/S220/16259_211788426918_517181918_3195614_6097179_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37438375.post-1949499070848235593</id><published>2007-09-15T21:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T21:55:20.279-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meditation</title><content type='html'>I want you to notice&lt;br /&gt;When I'm not around&lt;br /&gt;Your &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(all)&lt;/span&gt;so very special&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; I('m) a creep &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;am &lt;/span&gt;I('m) a weirdo&lt;br /&gt;What the &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;fuckin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hell am I doing here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I) &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Do&lt;/span&gt;n't &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I really&lt;/span&gt; belong here?&lt;br /&gt;______________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last nights stars were so bright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence is company, 3 can be just as good, 4's a crowd.&lt;br /&gt;______________&lt;br /&gt;Counting...&lt;br /&gt;The two of you, the other two &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Me leaving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words are enough to save a night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words a bright enough.&lt;br /&gt;_______________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vast beauty made is only a reflection of true/real beauty. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(I love you Lord, because you first loved me; and gave me the ablility to love you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;_________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37438375-1949499070848235593?l=theframemachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/feeds/1949499070848235593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37438375&amp;postID=1949499070848235593' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/1949499070848235593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/1949499070848235593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/2007/09/meditation.html' title='Meditation'/><author><name>Abram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127288633949382872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZ8FN4MKTk0/S6lcXCM58yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ZQ11HRlITzw/S220/16259_211788426918_517181918_3195614_6097179_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37438375.post-3787700129047680033</id><published>2007-08-21T14:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T15:04:00.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If you wanna view paradise</title><content type='html'>So what ever happened to our immaginations. When we were children it was all about the little things we loved at the time. Envisioning piloting a robot. Being a superhero. Being a kung fu master. Envisioning the vastness of the world you stood on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then we grew older and we started imagining the future. What the next day would hold, and that was exciting. Highschool ahead, a whole lifetime of play left, plaground time, recess. 15 min. or 40 min. or on those extra special days (insert #). We lived for somthing, we lived life to the fullest. School was fun, though no one ever admitted it. It was a place to be free w/ friends, and explore our own minds and grow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we came to highschool. grade 9. I am afeared I asure you. Meeting new people, still not completly sure who you are, but want to get to know yourself better through new people, and growning (I seem to have a main word, or thesaurased version of a word for the blogs I write, I wonder if anyone else notices that) with your friends that stuck with you to this new plataue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the *blank* starts. You start losing friends, some reasons are good, sometimes you just drift. You lose part of yourself trying to find a new you, an older you, a more matures you. Wow I'm going off topic of imagination. Well going back to grade 9. You immagin all the fun times your going to have w/ all these new people. all the fun times w/ your old and new friends, all the possiblities we had in front of us. We could actully be the things we really wanted to be if we truely belived. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZ8FN4MKTk0/RstEtFzLOAI/AAAAAAAAABE/YhAzN0JnhFc/s1600-h/100_1916.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZ8FN4MKTk0/RstEtFzLOAI/AAAAAAAAABE/YhAzN0JnhFc/s320/100_1916.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101246544368842754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to the *blank*, we start immagining the worst in life, the worst in people, though we still believe in goodness (well most of us) in the world, we immagine the hard trek ahead, the crap we have to face, the bullshit that has effected our lives, and made us feel down, the fake love, the fake crushes, the mirages of bullshit immagination we make oursleves belive are true, but not things that would bring us true happiness, not the things we dreamed of when we were younger. We think of the shit in our world, we stop believing half of the time. &lt;br /&gt;The times we have that are happy we thank God for, but then so quickly forget, as we have forgetten the innocent days. We lose sight of what is immportant to us, even though we try so hard. and then all the blanks we try to fill in with our immagination. our STAINED immagination. Our black immagination. WE start to TRULY see things that arn't real. WE KILL OURSELVES thinking of, and making up the pages we're missing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at a blank right now, but there is so much more, so to be continued. &lt;br /&gt;Though at the end of this I was going to say to be continued anways cause we arn't done living yet are we. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(So without further ado)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. I still think that we all have a little bit of kid left in us, wanting/immagining/(hopfully)striving to be somthing more then we are. &lt;br /&gt;I wanna be captain america. (except canadian, but that dosn't sound as cool)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37438375-3787700129047680033?l=theframemachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/feeds/3787700129047680033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37438375&amp;postID=3787700129047680033' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/3787700129047680033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/3787700129047680033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/2007/08/if-you-wanna-view-paradise.html' title='If you wanna view paradise'/><author><name>Abram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127288633949382872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZ8FN4MKTk0/S6lcXCM58yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ZQ11HRlITzw/S220/16259_211788426918_517181918_3195614_6097179_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZ8FN4MKTk0/RstEtFzLOAI/AAAAAAAAABE/YhAzN0JnhFc/s72-c/100_1916.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37438375.post-828952722802399621</id><published>2007-08-01T21:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T22:05:59.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think my summers at home make me numb in the head, if it weren't for this computer I believe I would forget how to speak and think at all. Or of course that would free me and I would have a better more fulfilled summer, cause so far its sucked, other then... uhh yeah know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ever have people you expect so much from, that when it actually gets down to it they let you down, but only because you set your standards so high in the first place? Its even worse when its a friend, isn't it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and an extension of that , putting myself out there: when you built up a pursona of someone you have a like on that you actually fall for the person, but not the actual person but the being you have concocted in your mind. and even further,(this part is for every kind of relationship not just the crush kind) you want to get to know the person, but since the person is built so high up in your head that you can't approch the person very easily if at all, and makes you afraid to bring your relationship further. Wow I've always wanted to have this convo with someone, but it really is almost an impossible topic to set the stage for. On that note, I've said to much and will now conclude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like its just me but it always seems to happen that other people seem have the same thoughts. Heres hopein' Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37438375-828952722802399621?l=theframemachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/feeds/828952722802399621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37438375&amp;postID=828952722802399621' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/828952722802399621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/828952722802399621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-think-my-summers-at-home-make-me-numb.html' title=''/><author><name>Abram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127288633949382872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZ8FN4MKTk0/S6lcXCM58yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ZQ11HRlITzw/S220/16259_211788426918_517181918_3195614_6097179_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37438375.post-1511482512725348137</id><published>2007-06-28T18:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T23:11:02.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Slipping Through the Cracks (aka. other half of the bridge)</title><content type='html'>http://www.podomatic.com/media/listen/Slipping_Through_the_Cracks_1.mp3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Username: abpheonix&lt;br /&gt;Password: coolss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;added:&lt;br /&gt;Its just another mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You left it all behind you&lt;br /&gt;Thinking it was fine&lt;br /&gt;I'm screaming at lungs top&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I make you stop&lt;br /&gt;I guess your just following your line&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37438375-1511482512725348137?l=theframemachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/feeds/1511482512725348137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37438375&amp;postID=1511482512725348137' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/1511482512725348137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/1511482512725348137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/2007/06/slipping-through-cracks-aka-other-half.html' title='Slipping Through the Cracks (aka. other half of the bridge)'/><author><name>Abram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127288633949382872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZ8FN4MKTk0/S6lcXCM58yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ZQ11HRlITzw/S220/16259_211788426918_517181918_3195614_6097179_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37438375.post-5693081089332406995</id><published>2007-06-16T18:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T22:06:27.551-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Slipping through the Cracks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You always think there's time left&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do it later its ok&lt;br /&gt;Time is slowly running out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you think the day was long&lt;br /&gt;theres no way your wrong&lt;br /&gt;Time is running out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The clock is done and time has run&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slipping through the cracks&lt;br /&gt;You had your fun&lt;br /&gt;Wish you could take it back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;your time is running through the cracks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You smile and believe&lt;br /&gt;that the next time you will choose right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Times running out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know you'll procrasitnate&lt;br /&gt;you could've had so much to love&lt;br /&gt;Times run out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clock is done your time has run&lt;br /&gt;slippping through the cracks&lt;br /&gt;You had your fun&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you could take it back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But your time has run out slipping through the cracks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me one last chance&lt;br /&gt;Give me one last chance&lt;br /&gt;Give me one last chance&lt;br /&gt;Give me one last chance&lt;br /&gt;Give me one last chance&lt;br /&gt;Give me one last chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time's not alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;its just a dance&lt;br /&gt;it just goes by till you say good bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;The clock is done your time has run&lt;br /&gt;I cry on the boarder line,&lt;br /&gt;at the walls I scratch&lt;br /&gt;because now its me who's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'(a)m) slipping through the cracks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZ8FN4MKTk0/RnR4wmF_EyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/49jjOO2dvUQ/s1600-h/100_1868.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZ8FN4MKTk0/RndGa2F_EzI/AAAAAAAAAAk/FXAKPwXd_hU/s1600-h/S1030061+B.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mZ8FN4MKTk0/RndH_mF_E0I/AAAAAAAAAAs/9MTr_US4VhA/s1600-h/100_1868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077606262766506818" style="WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px" height="187" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mZ8FN4MKTk0/RndH_mF_E0I/AAAAAAAAAAs/9MTr_US4VhA/s320/100_1868.JPG" width="254" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;p.s. unfinished&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;p.p.s.s. check out agreen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37438375-5693081089332406995?l=theframemachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/feeds/5693081089332406995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37438375&amp;postID=5693081089332406995' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37438375.post-6493473879357629448</id><published>2007-05-20T19:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T13:52:44.371-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Opposites Mix</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life, friends, time, family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everything stuck inbetween&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Broken, left, alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy with people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;music, laughter, sailing, fun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you ignore me, crack&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sing on the school bus &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jealous lyrics seated there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Both of you are blind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hearts not confilicted &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somthing feels wrong mixed with joy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mind is conflicted &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mechanholy fills&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ears ring with anothers joy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Home with miricles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Repeat repeat re&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;peat repeat repeat repeat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cry happy spirit &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37438375-6493473879357629448?l=theframemachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZ8FN4MKTk0/S6lcXCM58yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ZQ11HRlITzw/S220/16259_211788426918_517181918_3195614_6097179_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37438375.post-5999160066488738078</id><published>2007-04-16T21:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T21:51:54.424-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Damien Rice; Note to Abram Watch at school cause your internet sucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://atvs.vg.no/player/?id=8336"&gt;http://atvs.vg.no/player/?id=8336&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37438375-5999160066488738078?l=theframemachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/feeds/5999160066488738078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37438375&amp;postID=5999160066488738078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/5999160066488738078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/5999160066488738078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/2007/04/damien-rice-note-to-abram-watch-at.html' title='Damien Rice; Note to Abram Watch at school cause your internet sucks'/><author><name>Abram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127288633949382872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZ8FN4MKTk0/S6lcXCM58yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ZQ11HRlITzw/S220/16259_211788426918_517181918_3195614_6097179_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37438375.post-5943261081365769945</id><published>2007-04-09T20:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T20:56:37.579-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter in a Box</title><content type='html'>So finally on the last day of eater break I get my, wow &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;easter&lt;/span&gt;, moment. yeah nothing new, another one of those things like, wow I FINALLy had that feeling. Same old same old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but It was cool, it was red, that came from &lt;strong&gt;black&lt;/strong&gt;, and will eventually go to&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; white&lt;/span&gt;, but the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; was my easter revelation, wow red, first book I ever REALly liked and got into, I thought black must be the best one, but red proved me wrong, especially on easter. I was like waw looking from a perspective of a more abstract easter it really hit me. The anguish of yoru own people betraying you, you trying to tell them (justin) and not listening. the pain the diciples must have felt know ing they could do nothing to save this man, GOD himself, &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Elyon&lt;/span&gt;, from &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;death&lt;/span&gt;. THey knew he was God WHY didn't these people get it, its so simple, the God they were SUPPOSe to be worshiping, they betrayed themselves at the same time. &lt;strong&gt;"Forgvie them for they know not what they do."&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;BLACK&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;WHITE&lt;/span&gt;, Some of you know what I'm talking about:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter WOW thank you, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Remeber me&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Jehova (God with us) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps Iknow its spelt wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Red water&lt;/span&gt; = &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Acceptance, and Faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Bring my people to the red water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;you will suffer and be prusecuted some will turn away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;some will go back and face death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;but keep your eyes on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Elyon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37438375-5943261081365769945?l=theframemachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/feeds/5943261081365769945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37438375&amp;postID=5943261081365769945' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/5943261081365769945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/5943261081365769945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/2007/04/easter-in-box.html' title='Easter in a Box'/><author><name>Abram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127288633949382872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZ8FN4MKTk0/S6lcXCM58yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ZQ11HRlITzw/S220/16259_211788426918_517181918_3195614_6097179_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37438375.post-2885191506778259910</id><published>2007-04-03T21:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T21:12:46.061-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah</title><content type='html'>The bowl is full but my I can only grab one at a time with time restrictions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been wondering, what od people talk about? Some people just always seem to be able to talk about somthing, how the heck?&lt;br /&gt;What do people talk about? Somtimes I think I got lots to talk about then other times, I wanna say somthign , ANYTHING, talk about SOMTHING, but theres NOTHING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow sounds like a song.  So WHat DO people talk about!!!&lt;br /&gt;Where do they pull these topics out of!&lt;br /&gt;         What do you talk about when there is absolutely nothing to talk about!!&lt;br /&gt;What the frik do you talk about!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       So lets say your just hanging, what the frik do I do, WHAT!!!!!! dammit its like a curse !! Why does there ever have to be a point where youwanna talk to somthing but you can't!!&lt;br /&gt;Some say , oh its ok... but hat the frik you can't really do anything if you ahve nothing to talk about!!! dammit!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   [insert picture here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. where the heck do I find a video of talent night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37438375-2885191506778259910?l=theframemachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/feeds/2885191506778259910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37438375&amp;postID=2885191506778259910' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/2885191506778259910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/2885191506778259910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/2007/04/blah.html' title='Blah'/><author><name>Abram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127288633949382872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZ8FN4MKTk0/S6lcXCM58yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ZQ11HRlITzw/S220/16259_211788426918_517181918_3195614_6097179_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37438375.post-24889419621892221</id><published>2007-03-31T14:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T15:51:08.042-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I know a guy..</title><content type='html'>So I was reading the paper today, while online, reading up on media logs etc, then going to my usual peruse throught the science and tech section, reading up on different issuse and dicoveries when I noticed somthing odd.&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;[Is love the one you think about all th time, or the one in the back of you mindyou really never want to lose. ] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;While reading a article and the trees in our city , and environmental issues I see Ubbens. I'm like no way, bullshit, so I keep on reading for a few seconds, but its stuck in my mind, because mr. ubbnes is a tree dude. so I press ctrl F and find for Ubbens and what do you know, Richard Ubbens, hly crap that is cool. And I gained a greater respect for him, and all the tree stuff mrs. ubbens taught us(TCSers) in middle school. And if your an ubbens or somone close to them your probably not impressed but I was, yeah good stuff. Hmm mabye I &lt;strong&gt;should*&lt;/strong&gt; be an environmentalist....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;[is the one your suppose to be with forever , and become one with, the one it works with, or the one who you know there will be problems  , + the ladder.] [for future abram if you ever find this, sappy stuff I hope no one ever finds]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Next time :U tube video of abram at TDCh talent show :)&lt;br /&gt;*I was thinking about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Shit Why cant i find the right colour!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37438375-24889419621892221?l=theframemachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/feeds/24889419621892221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37438375&amp;postID=24889419621892221' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/24889419621892221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/24889419621892221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-know-guy.html' title='I know a guy..'/><author><name>Abram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127288633949382872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZ8FN4MKTk0/S6lcXCM58yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ZQ11HRlITzw/S220/16259_211788426918_517181918_3195614_6097179_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37438375.post-1544054471142579774</id><published>2007-01-06T22:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T14:47:27.521-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Depression</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZ8FN4MKTk0/RaB0aMB6aQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tqk5YWPNHIg/s1600-h/Depression+Blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZ8FN4MKTk0/RaB0aMB6aQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tqk5YWPNHIg/s320/Depression+Blog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017137978145401090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't think straight,&lt;br /&gt;can't think,&lt;br /&gt;sliding deeper,&lt;br /&gt;sliding farther, faster,&lt;br /&gt;dark purple, mindless,&lt;br /&gt;just waste time, meaningless,&lt;br /&gt;can't seem to finish anything,&lt;br /&gt;can't work,&lt;br /&gt;just sit, redo somthing that is meaningless to begin with,&lt;br /&gt;try somthing again that you know did not work the first time,&lt;br /&gt;almost no one there to slow me down,&lt;br /&gt;fake, mirage pillars, false hope, false truth, false&lt;br /&gt;just falling,&lt;br /&gt;what went wrong, it came so fast, sudden,&lt;br /&gt;everthing, everyone, still rising, me just sinking,&lt;br /&gt;don't even know, things that used to be lifting, are now empty, false hope,&lt;br /&gt;empty empty empty fake, repeat fakeness, repeat , repeat, repeat, fuck this, no! REPEAT!!!! can't even fall right, repeat empty fake false, sink , sudden kill mindless deep, ramble useless  thought  empty. fU((!^&amp; shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:00 I am insane, definition of insanity, doing somthing over and over and expecting a different conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. if you could leave a name of an awsome song w/ a guitar in it that would be    &lt;br /&gt;                                                                               crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37438375-1544054471142579774?l=theframemachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/feeds/1544054471142579774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37438375&amp;postID=1544054471142579774' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/1544054471142579774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/1544054471142579774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/2007/01/depression.html' title='Depression'/><author><name>Abram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127288633949382872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZ8FN4MKTk0/S6lcXCM58yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ZQ11HRlITzw/S220/16259_211788426918_517181918_3195614_6097179_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZ8FN4MKTk0/RaB0aMB6aQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tqk5YWPNHIg/s72-c/Depression+Blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37438375.post-5972766513751246659</id><published>2007-01-04T19:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T15:25:12.812-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pan's Labyrinth</title><content type='html'>Pierced with rubber blades x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e0zJxL0CHa0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e0zJxL0CHa0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37438375-5972766513751246659?l=theframemachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/feeds/5972766513751246659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37438375&amp;postID=5972766513751246659' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/5972766513751246659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/5972766513751246659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/2007/01/pans-labyrinth.html' title='Pan&apos;s Labyrinth'/><author><name>Abram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127288633949382872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZ8FN4MKTk0/S6lcXCM58yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ZQ11HRlITzw/S220/16259_211788426918_517181918_3195614_6097179_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37438375.post-3630292129486866499</id><published>2006-12-18T22:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T23:17:41.275-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This Week in the News...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Much Ado About Nothing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abram started and finshed a production, with the amazing talent of his drama class, that may never be seen again. Quote:&lt;br /&gt;    "I loved this production, though it wasn't my favorite play, The talent that was there really stood out to me. I am of course afraid how it will compare to next years play, we really need some fresh talent."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was said to have been depressed all of friday night, and saturday morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Opnion section : False Prophets&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Abram Chan,&lt;br /&gt;I went to some church (pr@yer p@l@ce) on sunday and some gay ass minister tried to bullshit and brainwash children, and famlies by distorting, and lying about the Bible. I was frikin pissed, and was angry enough to want to run up and kick his ass infront of the whole congregation. I seriosly felt nothing but anger, if I may say so very rightouse anger. The whole way home I was thinking of ways to do bad things to this man without reprecussions, thankfully my blind rage was cleared up by the time I got home, and all that was left was rightous, anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fun in the GTA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow you know thistown can really be very fun if your with the right people. Just remeber don't rent 4 movies if your planning of hanging out more closely with your friends. Only rent a movie if you have time to waste. Or of course if you plan time ahead for a really good movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Obitchuary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abram Chan died to day from too many frkin projects, and homework. It was a sad demise. Quote from his zombie:&lt;br /&gt;"This was not an accident, the teachers new the work load was going to pone me and decdied it was their christmas gift to me. To kill me. The sad thing is that this could have been prevented. (Spoof alert)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Missing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know who you are, we (are going to) miss you. Even though your so far from actually leaving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Special: Wish you a merry Christmas and a Happy New Year&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right christmas is 7 days away. I hope we all have fun with our families. &lt;br /&gt;Sweet! Can't wait for those  awsome new years parties I keep on hearing about. (We seriosly gotta do it. It will be so frikin awsome!!) Remeber guys save time for new years to hang with your friends, but Christmas is definatly all about family. Love Peace and Joy. to you all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night! o&lt;\;)&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37438375-3630292129486866499?l=theframemachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/feeds/3630292129486866499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37438375&amp;postID=3630292129486866499' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/3630292129486866499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/3630292129486866499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/2006/12/this-week-in-news.html' title='This Week in the News...'/><author><name>Abram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127288633949382872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZ8FN4MKTk0/S6lcXCM58yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ZQ11HRlITzw/S220/16259_211788426918_517181918_3195614_6097179_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37438375.post-8823994131607001025</id><published>2006-12-12T19:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T19:44:44.528-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusing Awsomeness</title><content type='html'>Opening Night... eh day... Yeah but today I am marking the opening day of Much ado about Nothing. It took awhile but we're finally here. Can't wait for thurday. but I have so much homework to do its almost a little depressing.I hope we get a full house on the nights , and do super well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea so today we did awsome, but it seems alot of people got confused about some small parts. Oh well nathan screamed and Maddy said that the marriage scene finally had enough energy. SWEET. Peace out Bloggas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37438375-8823994131607001025?l=theframemachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/feeds/8823994131607001025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37438375&amp;postID=8823994131607001025' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/8823994131607001025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/8823994131607001025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/2006/12/confusing-awsomeness.html' title='Confusing Awsomeness'/><author><name>Abram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127288633949382872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZ8FN4MKTk0/S6lcXCM58yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ZQ11HRlITzw/S220/16259_211788426918_517181918_3195614_6097179_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37438375.post-1775171348824244027</id><published>2006-12-05T20:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T21:02:46.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it just me aka Much ado about nothing</title><content type='html'>So is it just me. Isn't it wierd when you talking to someone, and you talk about somting, and then suddenly it seems b/t you there is nothing left to talk about on the topof your head. But then they go to somone else and talk about this huge thing.? Its probably just me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and everyone go to much ado about nothing.!!! Also because we have to work all nights this week for the play, and staying over thursday night to friday, (more reason for you to go) I may not get a song to you guys this week. Maybe I should sing to all blog people live..... :) ... ehhhhhhhh maybe not...."_"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37438375-1775171348824244027?l=theframemachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/feeds/1775171348824244027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37438375&amp;postID=1775171348824244027' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/1775171348824244027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/1775171348824244027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/2006/12/talk.html' title='Is it just me aka Much ado about nothing'/><author><name>Abram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127288633949382872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZ8FN4MKTk0/S6lcXCM58yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ZQ11HRlITzw/S220/16259_211788426918_517181918_3195614_6097179_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37438375.post-3605788591958292342</id><published>2006-12-01T21:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T20:18:40.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Felt</title><content type='html'>Wow christmas seems so close. Yet it is really 24 days away. By then we'll be done the play. Studying for exams. And doing stuff for the next play. And the christmas concert at school will have ended a while back. O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes christmas is coming. For me I really don't feel christmas for long periods of time. In recent years not even on Christmas day. But, instead, at just various times, like when eating and praying w/ family, and singing carols. Last years strongest christmas moment for me was actually sitting in my car, listening to christmas songs on the radio and singing along on the way to youth group. &lt;br /&gt;I really wish I could feel christmas day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ppss. Words of AZN: I finally thought I was over you but cupids arrow pierced me through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37438375-3605788591958292342?l=theframemachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/feeds/3605788591958292342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37438375&amp;postID=3605788591958292342' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/3605788591958292342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/3605788591958292342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-felt.html' title='Christmas Felt'/><author><name>Abram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127288633949382872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZ8FN4MKTk0/S6lcXCM58yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ZQ11HRlITzw/S220/16259_211788426918_517181918_3195614_6097179_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37438375.post-4170546008181050805</id><published>2006-11-29T20:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T20:48:21.719-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Project X 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV ALIGN="CENTER"&gt;&lt;embed allowScriptAccess="never" src="http://yourecodes.com/img/flash/player.swf" menu="false" quality="high" width="300" height="300" name="index" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="playList=http://yourecodes.com/uploads/playlist/2006-11-29/lzsLbwFH1R.xml&amp;ShowPlaylist=1&amp;ShowEQ=1&amp;firstTrack=0&amp;initVol=100" wmode="transparent" /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://yourecodes.com/flashmp3player"&gt;Get your own Flash MP3 Player&lt;/A&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37438375-4170546008181050805?l=theframemachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/feeds/4170546008181050805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37438375&amp;postID=4170546008181050805' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/4170546008181050805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/4170546008181050805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/2006/11/christmas-project-x-1.html' title='Christmas Project X 1'/><author><name>Abram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127288633949382872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZ8FN4MKTk0/S6lcXCM58yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ZQ11HRlITzw/S220/16259_211788426918_517181918_3195614_6097179_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37438375.post-4493312899983617897</id><published>2006-11-25T22:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T23:10:46.419-05:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>I can't help but feel like a stinky guy that makes people wanna run. I just got into blogging now everyone wants to stop . Whats w/ that.  Everyone will blog or I will stink you all to death!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37438375-4493312899983617897?l=theframemachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/feeds/4493312899983617897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37438375&amp;postID=4493312899983617897' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/4493312899983617897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/4493312899983617897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/2006/11/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Abram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127288633949382872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZ8FN4MKTk0/S6lcXCM58yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ZQ11HRlITzw/S220/16259_211788426918_517181918_3195614_6097179_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37438375.post-294894166312555059</id><published>2006-11-22T22:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T22:13:28.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL</title><content type='html'>Yeah someone help me on what Robinsen said exactly but on this day to be remebered in history forever, Robinsen said b*t(h in class while trying to lecture us on somthing completely idifferent. And if you mr. robinsen are reading this, don't worry the blogging world is smaller then you think. :) LOl so funny completely was worth a day of school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37438375-294894166312555059?l=theframemachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/feeds/294894166312555059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37438375&amp;postID=294894166312555059' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/294894166312555059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/294894166312555059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/2006/11/lol.html' title='LOL'/><author><name>Abram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127288633949382872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZ8FN4MKTk0/S6lcXCM58yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ZQ11HRlITzw/S220/16259_211788426918_517181918_3195614_6097179_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37438375.post-2004823528569376422</id><published>2006-11-18T18:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T14:55:45.701-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone Elses Blog</title><content type='html'>So lets check up one everyone:&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan is writing random crap that only he and phil understands.&lt;br /&gt;Andy and Joh are never blogging again.&lt;br /&gt;Jeneska is going through the plague.&lt;br /&gt;John is sukking up to all the girls with childhood pictures, genius by the way.&lt;br /&gt;Jackie, is now quoting Jack Johnson everywhere, even in comments, and maybe doesn't even know it herself.&lt;br /&gt;Tara and Beth are having a Aladdain death match.&lt;br /&gt;Lenor is complaining about not having a flood.&lt;br /&gt;Kathleen is smiling in her corner of the world and learning about her religion.&lt;br /&gt;Phil is still doing crazy amazing art.&lt;br /&gt;And Brent is dweling on the past and his past poetry.&lt;br /&gt;Elena is talking about her extra time a school, EXTRA TIME!!!.&lt;br /&gt;Emily is sharing her dark cool side.&lt;br /&gt;Nicole is hmm I should check that out....&lt;br /&gt;Some blogs are still out there for the finding.&lt;br /&gt;And EVERYONE is talking about how they are in a stage where thier world is changing.&lt;br /&gt;Finally Abram is in his own parallel universe just oberserving everyone, trying to find stuff to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I forgot somone sry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37438375-2004823528569376422?l=theframemachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/feeds/2004823528569376422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37438375&amp;postID=2004823528569376422' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/2004823528569376422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/2004823528569376422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/2006/11/everyone-elses-blog.html' title='Everyone Elses Blog'/><author><name>Abram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127288633949382872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZ8FN4MKTk0/S6lcXCM58yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ZQ11HRlITzw/S220/16259_211788426918_517181918_3195614_6097179_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37438375.post-7843742613440113503</id><published>2006-11-16T21:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T21:22:55.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Red Stain</title><content type='html'>I know it was last week, and everything, But since we're having an assembly tmrw. yeah..&lt;br /&gt;So I made a video, for tmrw, I hope you guys like it. It took me the day, and skipping 2 classes to finish it. Plus I didn't even get it perfect the way I wanted too. still flawed, b/c of time constraintes. So yes I hope it gets you thinking at least a litte. Please feel free to tell me about what you thought about the assmbly here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37438375-7843742613440113503?l=theframemachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/feeds/7843742613440113503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37438375&amp;postID=7843742613440113503' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/7843742613440113503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/7843742613440113503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/2006/11/red-stain.html' title='The Red Stain'/><author><name>Abram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127288633949382872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZ8FN4MKTk0/S6lcXCM58yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ZQ11HRlITzw/S220/16259_211788426918_517181918_3195614_6097179_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37438375.post-268054301583515031</id><published>2006-11-14T23:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:29:00.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV ALIGN="CENTER"&gt;&lt;embed allowScriptAccess="never" src="http://yourecodes.com/img/flash/player.swf" menu="false" quality="high" width="300" height="300" name="index" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="playList=http://yourecodes.com/uploads/playlist/2006-11-14/X2X8tlbfkE.xml&amp;ShowPlaylist=1&amp;ShowEQ=1&amp;firstTrack=0&amp;initVol=100" wmode="transparent" /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://yourecodes.com/flashmp3player"&gt;Get your own Flash MP3 Player&lt;/A&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37438375-268054301583515031?l=theframemachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/feeds/268054301583515031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37438375&amp;postID=268054301583515031' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/268054301583515031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/268054301583515031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/2006/11/get-your-own-flash-mp3-player.html' title=''/><author><name>Abram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127288633949382872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZ8FN4MKTk0/S6lcXCM58yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ZQ11HRlITzw/S220/16259_211788426918_517181918_3195614_6097179_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37438375.post-9156768680215757227</id><published>2006-11-13T19:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:29:26.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is everyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Common people comment!!! HOw do I know what your thinking if you don't comment!! THnk you for the people who do your feedback is very much appreciated. Heress an apple I drew today I hope you like the out come. I will post one of my works earlier that day in class. Then the good one I did at home. PLEASE COMMENT :)&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/935/4570/1600/Black0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/935/4570/320/Black0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/935/4570/1600/Black.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/935/4570/320/Black.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/935/4570/1600/Black.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/935/4570/1600/Black0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/935/4570/1600/Black0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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/37438375-9156768680215757227?l=theframemachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/feeds/9156768680215757227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37438375&amp;postID=9156768680215757227' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/9156768680215757227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/9156768680215757227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/2006/11/where-is-everyone.html' title='Where is everyone?'/><author><name>Abram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127288633949382872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZ8FN4MKTk0/S6lcXCM58yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ZQ11HRlITzw/S220/16259_211788426918_517181918_3195614_6097179_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37438375.post-5169540510530257155</id><published>2006-11-12T23:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:40:23.091-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hmm what should I blog today? well I guess I"ll just have some fun. *gone for 5 min* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tada this is what I came up with :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/935/4570/1600/Black.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/935/4570/320/Black.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HOpe you like it :) Artist feel free to critique!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37438375-5169540510530257155?l=theframemachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/feeds/5169540510530257155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37438375&amp;postID=5169540510530257155' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/5169540510530257155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/5169540510530257155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/2006/11/fun.html' title='Fun'/><author><name>Abram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127288633949382872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZ8FN4MKTk0/S6lcXCM58yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ZQ11HRlITzw/S220/16259_211788426918_517181918_3195614_6097179_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37438375.post-8406393088536591108</id><published>2006-11-11T19:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:32:55.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Remeberance Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sry I should have posted this instead of my sefish bullshit. Please take time to remeber those who died. Please remember each as a hero even though all of them may not have been. And also please remeber those who are alive and if you know anyone who was a veteran, no matter who they are please thank them. All it takes is two min. Thank you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/935/4570/1600/warcemfrance%201%20jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/935/4570/320/warcemfrance%201%20jpg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Times this by 1000, and you'll get at least a small undersatanding of what was lost. Remeber each cross does not represent a body, but a life, a family member, a friend,who died.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/935/4570/1600/lismore_remembrance_day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/935/4570/320/lismore_remembrance_day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh and don't forget the living thnk them too eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lastly this is cheezy but please thnk the Lord, that goodness could have won that day. And for all that you have. So why did he let people die. Well I know he love me and the people around me, I can say that. I have a lot of theories and crap if any of you ever wanna discuss it but for now I guess I hope we all get to the Lord one day and get to ask him together. :)&lt;br /&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/37438375-8406393088536591108?l=theframemachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/feeds/8406393088536591108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37438375&amp;postID=8406393088536591108' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/8406393088536591108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/8406393088536591108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/2006/11/remeberance-day.html' title='Remeberance Day'/><author><name>Abram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127288633949382872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZ8FN4MKTk0/S6lcXCM58yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ZQ11HRlITzw/S220/16259_211788426918_517181918_3195614_6097179_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37438375.post-989940481738157102</id><published>2006-11-11T17:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:18:07.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ying and Yang (aka karma)</title><content type='html'>Ok so today is good and bad as you can see by title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First the bad, dammittt!!! Today I took my G1 test and failed the Road Rules part. Meh whatever take it again the same day right? WRONG. Your saying so why didn't you you idoiot. So I will reply, well after I finished my test and was waiting for results the lady in front of me failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady: So can I take the test again right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy at Desk: NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady: Why can't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Why do you mean why can't you (you dumbass)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady: *stands there stupidly* Can I do my test again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: *ignores*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady: Hello?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: WHAT!! I told you you can't take it again cause its saturday, and we don't allow people sometimes to take it again on saturdays.*Lady leaves disheartened*Fuck what an idiot hey?*talks to other guy at desk*... Abram. You have to do the road part of your test again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abram: Ok.. *leaves casually, but also pissed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Yeah so damn. Anways ther ewas a good part. Found a wicked genuine leather jacket for &lt;strong&gt;59.99 BUCKS!!&lt;/strong&gt; Frikin Sweet. Then I got my brushes tooo and some paints awsome. Plus I ate lost of good food today. And some other good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess good comes with bad.Thats life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37438375-989940481738157102?l=theframemachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/feeds/989940481738157102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37438375&amp;postID=989940481738157102' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/989940481738157102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/989940481738157102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/2006/11/ying-and-yang-aka-karma.html' title='Ying and Yang (aka karma)'/><author><name>Abram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127288633949382872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZ8FN4MKTk0/S6lcXCM58yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ZQ11HRlITzw/S220/16259_211788426918_517181918_3195614_6097179_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37438375.post-6615119221213464991</id><published>2006-11-10T23:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T23:13:35.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember That Burn</title><content type='html'>*reminder to post picture*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phil: Hey look those are tiremarks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abram: Whoa tire marks!! I see it now, I get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phil and John: Its so artistic. *sarcasm*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bethany: Yeah she's flat too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone at upper left ledge: LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice on Beth :) So funny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37438375-6615119221213464991?l=theframemachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/feeds/6615119221213464991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37438375&amp;postID=6615119221213464991' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/6615119221213464991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/6615119221213464991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/2006/11/remember-that-burn.html' title='Remember That Burn'/><author><name>Abram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127288633949382872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZ8FN4MKTk0/S6lcXCM58yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ZQ11HRlITzw/S220/16259_211788426918_517181918_3195614_6097179_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37438375.post-116312988208766137</id><published>2006-11-09T22:28:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T22:55:15.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Third and Final Post of the Day</title><content type='html'>So I have been through most everyones blogs. Wow good job my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to post thsi to mark the day we did an awsome fashion show. If your not in art shame on you, if you say its cause you don't like, it shame even more, if you say you just didn't have time, that is just sad, I am sry for you. So yes ot was amazing and today I recieved very mixed reviews about my shirt, aka my body:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was the wow was that your real body :) *smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thn there was the laugh.  :) I love the smiles, an laughing, it makes me feel warm inside (very gay statement I know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally those who were very negative and said lol you skinny retard, those of you who said this, were you the only ones telling the truth, tor are you just an asshat, that if for the people to decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to all those who supported me and my fellow art class, thank you, even those of you who may never read this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sry for those of you that think I am gay ( feel a little gay in todays blog, so..) and fruity&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37438375-116312988208766137?l=theframemachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/feeds/116312988208766137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37438375&amp;postID=116312988208766137' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/116312988208766137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/116312988208766137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/2006/11/third-and-final-post-of-da_116312988208766137.html' title='Third and Final Post of the Day'/><author><name>Abram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127288633949382872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZ8FN4MKTk0/S6lcXCM58yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ZQ11HRlITzw/S220/16259_211788426918_517181918_3195614_6097179_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37438375.post-116312987971493907</id><published>2006-11-09T22:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T22:55:15.052-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Third and Final Post of the Day</title><content type='html'>So I have been through most everyones blogs. Wow good job my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to post thsi to mark the day we did an awsome fashion show. If your not in art shame on you, if you say its cause you don't like, it shame even more, if you say you just didn't have time, that is just sad, I am sry for you. So yes ot was amazing and today I recieved very mixed reviews about my shirt, aka my body:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was the wow was that your real body :) *smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thn there was the laugh.  :) I love the smiles, an laughing, it makes me feel warm inside (very gay statement I know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally those who were very negative and said lol you skinny retard, those of you who said this, were you the only ones telling the truth, tor are you just an asshat, that if for the people to decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to all those who supported me and my fellow art class, thank you, even those of you who may never read this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sry for those of you that think I am gay ( feel a little gay in todays blog, so..) and fruity&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37438375-116312987971493907?l=theframemachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/feeds/116312987971493907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37438375&amp;postID=116312987971493907' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/116312987971493907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/116312987971493907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/2006/11/third-and-final-post-of-da_116312987971493907.html' title='Third and Final Post of the Day'/><author><name>Abram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127288633949382872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZ8FN4MKTk0/S6lcXCM58yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ZQ11HRlITzw/S220/16259_211788426918_517181918_3195614_6097179_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37438375.post-116312113851490875</id><published>2006-11-09T20:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T22:55:14.429-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Few minutes after the begining</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/516/2225/1600/Web%20Banner%20Beta%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/516/2225/320/Web%20Banner%20Beta%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is my first official post. So I wanna give you somthing to look at,. Hope you like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37438375-116312113851490875?l=theframemachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/feeds/116312113851490875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37438375&amp;postID=116312113851490875' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/116312113851490875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/116312113851490875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/2006/11/few-minutes-after-begining.html' title='Few minutes after the begining'/><author><name>Abram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127288633949382872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZ8FN4MKTk0/S6lcXCM58yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ZQ11HRlITzw/S220/16259_211788426918_517181918_3195614_6097179_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37438375.post-116311951571442326</id><published>2006-11-09T19:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T22:55:14.338-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All People come to me</title><content type='html'>Add this blog to your links everyone that is seeing this. I weill first create a huge connection of people then this blog will be worth somthing. Do IT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37438375-116311951571442326?l=theframemachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/feeds/116311951571442326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37438375&amp;postID=116311951571442326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/116311951571442326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37438375/posts/default/116311951571442326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theframemachine.blogspot.com/2006/11/all-people-come-to-me.html' title='All People come to me'/><author><name>Abram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127288633949382872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZ8FN4MKTk0/S6lcXCM58yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ZQ11HRlITzw/S220/16259_211788426918_517181918_3195614_6097179_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
