<?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-6727695927106836754</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:44:57.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journey of the mind</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartpr0n.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6727695927106836754/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartpr0n.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Marisa Newman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601308525076099435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727695927106836754.post-642753513667441970</id><published>2007-08-25T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T23:52:52.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What, four days?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;In four days I will be moved out of the city I've always known as home. Everything about life is beautiful and hectic right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Oh boy! I get to be with Eric!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;New tattoo. "New" hair. Eyebrow ring is gone. Emotionally, mentally, physically... I'm in a huge changing process. Daaaaaaaaayum. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Fuck, I need sleep. G'night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6727695927106836754-642753513667441970?l=iheartpr0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartpr0n.blogspot.com/feeds/642753513667441970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6727695927106836754&amp;postID=642753513667441970' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6727695927106836754/posts/default/642753513667441970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6727695927106836754/posts/default/642753513667441970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartpr0n.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-four-days.html' title='What, four days?!'/><author><name>Marisa Newman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601308525076099435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727695927106836754.post-6049904431640283359</id><published>2007-08-07T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T11:30:00.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- - -</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Dreaming of death &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;will wisp you away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;from the slumber &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;that is life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6727695927106836754-6049904431640283359?l=iheartpr0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartpr0n.blogspot.com/feeds/6049904431640283359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6727695927106836754&amp;postID=6049904431640283359' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6727695927106836754/posts/default/6049904431640283359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6727695927106836754/posts/default/6049904431640283359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartpr0n.blogspot.com/2007/08/dreaming-of-death-will-wisp-you-away.html' title='- - -'/><author><name>Marisa Newman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601308525076099435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727695927106836754.post-7870283261216356881</id><published>2007-08-07T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T11:30:20.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chances = Changes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Things are looking up in a slightly peculiar way, as they like to do. Thursday, I will be doing my driving test for the first time, and hopefully will earn my license. On the same day, my mother will be having surgery on her shoulder. A knee replacement will be the next step in the coming months. The doctor hopes this will be the beginning of ridding her of most of her physical pain. I'll continue to wish on every star for this to be true. Next week, I will be taking my GED test and perhaps this will lead me to getting my highschool diploma (which is greatly needed). I might fail at both of these tests, but I'm okay with that. I'm done with not taking chances in my life. I welcome change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To many, these seem like such simple things, but they're huge for me. I've been out of school for over 5 years now, and have learned quite a bit from it. I plan to take all that I have gained from the unconventional lessons life has thrown at me, and use them to further my schooling and career. I am quite fortunate to have been out of public highschool, to have held a job as a Veterinary Assistant, and to really dive into what they call the "adult world".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly love my life. I adore those who are in it, and everything they give me. Even when they're pissing me the fuck off and I want to rip off their heads... they're giving me gold. I'm learning to recognize this more as it's happening rather than months later. Basically, I like to think my patience is getting better. I'll surprise myself sooner or later though. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6727695927106836754-7870283261216356881?l=iheartpr0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartpr0n.blogspot.com/feeds/7870283261216356881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6727695927106836754&amp;postID=7870283261216356881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6727695927106836754/posts/default/7870283261216356881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6727695927106836754/posts/default/7870283261216356881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartpr0n.blogspot.com/2007/08/chances-changes.html' title='Chances = Changes.'/><author><name>Marisa Newman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601308525076099435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727695927106836754.post-5421974207864644052</id><published>2007-08-05T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T11:30:40.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>destiny</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;let your heart soar, take on those desires&lt;br /&gt;ride the wind until memory expires&lt;br /&gt;hold your tongue, this your know&lt;br /&gt;rivers of geometric undertow&lt;br /&gt;lesson that face that you hold so dear&lt;br /&gt;i am the one beneathe, the one you fear&lt;br /&gt;wake from your dream, only to find yourself true&lt;br /&gt;death will find you another dream so blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6727695927106836754-5421974207864644052?l=iheartpr0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartpr0n.blogspot.com/feeds/5421974207864644052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6727695927106836754&amp;postID=5421974207864644052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6727695927106836754/posts/default/5421974207864644052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6727695927106836754/posts/default/5421974207864644052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartpr0n.blogspot.com/2007/08/destiny.html' title='destiny'/><author><name>Marisa Newman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601308525076099435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727695927106836754.post-6710005724385113613</id><published>2007-08-05T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T11:30:56.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Star Vision.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Star vision in Becky's little land of logic&lt;br /&gt;Knowledge jumping from mountain to sea&lt;br /&gt;Empty the floor of rhythm and you will see me&lt;br /&gt;The child in the arms of monkeys&lt;br /&gt;Better than lust&lt;br /&gt;Best is what you look past&lt;br /&gt;It's not my mind you keep, but it's the code&lt;br /&gt;It'll unlock the gate to the dreamer's end&lt;br /&gt;Which makes the beginning so true&lt;br /&gt;It's absolute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6727695927106836754-6710005724385113613?l=iheartpr0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartpr0n.blogspot.com/feeds/6710005724385113613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6727695927106836754&amp;postID=6710005724385113613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6727695927106836754/posts/default/6710005724385113613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6727695927106836754/posts/default/6710005724385113613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartpr0n.blogspot.com/2007/08/star-vision.html' title='Star Vision.'/><author><name>Marisa Newman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601308525076099435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727695927106836754.post-5614687747264812806</id><published>2007-08-02T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T10:50:42.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Tim &amp; Eric,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Your cat makeout session tickles. We were also wondering if you have any kna -- ("you put knack knicks, dummy!" - Eric) -- knick knacks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sincerly yours,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Marisa Newman &amp;amp; Eric Drobile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6727695927106836754-5614687747264812806?l=iheartpr0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartpr0n.blogspot.com/feeds/5614687747264812806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6727695927106836754&amp;postID=5614687747264812806' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6727695927106836754/posts/default/5614687747264812806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6727695927106836754/posts/default/5614687747264812806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartpr0n.blogspot.com/2007/08/dear-tim-eric.html' title='Dear Tim &amp; Eric,'/><author><name>Marisa Newman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601308525076099435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727695927106836754.post-3194516042257876397</id><published>2007-08-01T22:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T23:03:20.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I see through these pages.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;What found four figures of being gold in the mountain of rainbow signals, and empty caverns of sandy sided truth. Your witness of life is the seeker of evil. You told the one second lies into oblivion. But these clouds of rainy untold sea urchins will bake the cake of delight! Hand me something... something... something... NOTHING. You're round the corner. You open fired. Into this cannon, today's land is unruined. Don't go this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6727695927106836754-3194516042257876397?l=iheartpr0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartpr0n.blogspot.com/feeds/3194516042257876397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6727695927106836754&amp;postID=3194516042257876397' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6727695927106836754/posts/default/3194516042257876397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6727695927106836754/posts/default/3194516042257876397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartpr0n.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-see-through-these-pages.html' title='I see through these pages.'/><author><name>Marisa Newman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601308525076099435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727695927106836754.post-2266036192501235546</id><published>2007-08-01T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T22:54:40.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Penetrate.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Words drip from your lips onto my skin. Slowly taking their time across my body. Caressing. Cherishing every inch. Tickling my fair skin. A rush of exhilaration flows through me. My heart beats a new tone. The journey across the temple that is me. Flowing. Moving. Breathing. Gasping for air, as they finally reach their destination. It sinks in. For a moment, silence. That's all that can be present during such ecstacy. I begin to tremble. An explosion of words only to drip upon you, but what is it that your body will do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6727695927106836754-2266036192501235546?l=iheartpr0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartpr0n.blogspot.com/feeds/2266036192501235546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6727695927106836754&amp;postID=2266036192501235546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6727695927106836754/posts/default/2266036192501235546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6727695927106836754/posts/default/2266036192501235546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartpr0n.blogspot.com/2007/08/penetrate.html' title='Penetrate.'/><author><name>Marisa Newman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601308525076099435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727695927106836754.post-2465133538871669341</id><published>2007-08-01T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T22:18:16.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blink.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I held a blue sky in my hand one time. Oh, how the clouds would tickle the tips of my tiny fingers. The air was crisp as it escaped my grasp. I thought I could hold on forever, but forever was just an instant. Before that instant was up, it gripped onto me, as if I was the one for it all along. That grip was really what pushed me. To release. Like a muscle releases when pressure has been applied for far too long. Funny, how an instant can turn into forever at the blink of an eye. When that beautiful heaven, that is the sky, was free... it exploded into a thousand pieces. Raining onto me. To cleanse my soul. For I shall dance in this rain, and praise that which was never mine. Distance is just an illusion. For we will always be touching in one way or another. You, that which is beauty, shall transform constantly. Myself, as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6727695927106836754-2465133538871669341?l=iheartpr0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartpr0n.blogspot.com/feeds/2465133538871669341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6727695927106836754&amp;postID=2465133538871669341' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6727695927106836754/posts/default/2465133538871669341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6727695927106836754/posts/default/2465133538871669341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartpr0n.blogspot.com/2007/08/blink.html' title='Blink.'/><author><name>Marisa Newman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601308525076099435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
