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uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553456714857801144.post-8883618747933048911</id><published>2010-01-08T15:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T15:13:56.782-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Always</title><content type='html'>My breath stopped today&lt;div&gt;As I looked in your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll never understand what you see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you look back at me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The world for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is a harsh ultraviolent, bleeding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Halfway between sleep and waking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's where you'll find me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Always&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything is behind glass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just out of my reach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God lives underwater&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I can't swim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never wanting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Always needing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never living&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Always breathing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Always&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can never begin to see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The world the way everyone else does&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But maybe that's okay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because maybe you see everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The same as me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never want you to leave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd kill you to keep you from leaving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But maybe that's okay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because maybe you'd do the same for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because you love me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Always&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything is blurry, something's wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tears fill my eyes, the world in monochrome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What if I'm insane and you were never ever real&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What if I've lost it and maybe I never learned to feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But you're real to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And please, if you never existed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't let me know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just let me live in this fantasy world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forever and Always&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/5553456714857801144-8883618747933048911?l=m3rcurialmundane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553456714857801144/posts/default/4284756685899692196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553456714857801144/posts/default/4284756685899692196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3rcurialmundane.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>M3rcuryMorbid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmTAJdCe64g/Snf2ux47hoI/AAAAAAAAAGs/5kfEZS3nXkI/s1600-R/32zno01.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553456714857801144.post-6287453739890557903</id><published>2009-09-27T13:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T14:09:34.961-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Come day, You'll say you can not stay"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;So I went all the way dowwwwwwn to Mississippi to see my beloved, Jenet. First time on a plane since I was like.. 6 years old. It was pretty pleasant, except for the final ascent.. my ears hurt like a motherfucker, but I'm getting ahead of myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night before I left, there was no plans for me to come down. Suddenly she gets on the phone: "How soon can you come down?" and I said, surprised "um.. tomorrow...?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at about midnight before I left, I called the (fuckingworthless) taxi company and setup a pickup to the airport at 4:30 am, because my flight was at 6am. Plenty of time, right? You'd think so. I called at about 2:30 am, just to confirm that my ride was coming and they said yes. So 4:30 rolls around, (I've been ready since about 3:30) and no taxi. I wait 10 minutes and call:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; "My taxi's no here, yet, I just wanted to make sure it's coming."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Taxioperator:&lt;/span&gt; "Nobody called you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;"No"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Taxioperator:&lt;/span&gt; (confirms phone number). "If he doesn't call/come in 5 minutes, call me back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wait. and wait. and call back and get told he might have fallen asleep, so they're gonna send another one over. Okay, whatever. To make a long story short, by the time, they get to my house, it's 5:30 and I get TO the airport at 6am, just in time to wave goodbye to my plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The helpful airport computer said "Sorry, you missed your flight, would you like to transfer to a new one?"... For $50. I was not pleased. The fucking taxi company should have to pay for that since it's their fault. Stupid incompetent bastards.  So I pay my $50 for the flight change and the $20 for my suitcase and get on the 6:30 flight. Though it ends up being better (aside from the $50), because I skipped the 5 hour layover I would have had on the 6am flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I get to Mississippi. Jenet's sister's we picking me up and I was terrified that they would hate me. But my god how I was happy to see her. I swear she gets more beautiful every time I see her. After we got home, after not too long I met her parents. Her mommy is nice. Jenet made me Chicken Parmesan XD. It was amazing. But most of the days consisted of mushy romantic stuffs, video games, Will &amp;amp; Grace and trying to fix her computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;! EXTREMELY CHEESY WARNING !&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As lame as that sounds, it was so fucking amazing. I truly, truly have never felt like this. I feel fucking ALIVE when I'm with her and dead when I'm not.  I'm so goddamned happy and I am fucking POSITIVE I want to spend the rest of my life with her. With everyone else (possiblyoffensivenessheresorry), I really think I was just reaching out and just settling with what I had, figuring that was the best I was going to get. But with her.. I've never been more sure of anything in my life.. this is what I want, she is what I want. She's so sexy/fun/awesome/silly/geeky/sweet/gorgeous/honest/perfect.. did I mention she's painfully pretty? XD Well she is. Enough rambling, but the point is, she IS THE ONE. I've never actually full out said that before because there was always the shadow of doubt, but it's nothing but black sunshine now... there are no shadows. Love. I have found it. or rather, perhaps it found me. In my case, it's true, sometimes love is right in front of your face, you just have to step back and look. &lt;333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt; /XTRMCHZ &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But during my time there, her mom made plans to finally leave her dad (who is a jerk), preparing the assets and such. He is/was an abusive asshole so that makes me very happy. I found out today that the day I left, she actually did it and kicked him to the curb. XDXD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My leaving was hard, but not without the positive side: Leaving her is so fucking hard it's almost physically painful. But a few months is a small price to pay for the rest of our lives. I really can't believe that on the 12th, we'll have been dating for half a year already. Crazy. &lt;3333333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In closing, I'm back, sadly. I missed a few things, but I really don't wanna be back here, but I am nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt; /end &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5553456714857801144-6287453739890557903?l=m3rcurialmundane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m3rcurialmundane.blogspot.com/feeds/6287453739890557903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5553456714857801144&amp;postID=6287453739890557903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553456714857801144/posts/default/6287453739890557903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553456714857801144/posts/default/6287453739890557903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3rcurialmundane.blogspot.com/2009/09/come-day-youll-say-you-can-not-stay.html' title='&quot;Come day, You&apos;ll say you can not stay&quot;'/><author><name>M3rcuryMorbid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmTAJdCe64g/Snf2ux47hoI/AAAAAAAAAGs/5kfEZS3nXkI/s1600-R/32zno01.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553456714857801144.post-4901562227823897803</id><published>2009-08-11T00:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T01:12:00.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.humanforsale.com/" title="How much am I worth?"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.humanforsale.com/images/stamps2/1590.gif" title="How much are you worth?" border="0" width="200" height="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5553456714857801144-4901562227823897803?l=m3rcurialmundane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m3rcurialmundane.blogspot.com/feeds/4901562227823897803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5553456714857801144&amp;postID=4901562227823897803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553456714857801144/posts/default/4901562227823897803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553456714857801144/posts/default/4901562227823897803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3rcurialmundane.blogspot.com/2009/08/humanforsale.html' title=''/><author><name>M3rcuryMorbid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmTAJdCe64g/Snf2ux47hoI/AAAAAAAAAGs/5kfEZS3nXkI/s1600-R/32zno01.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553456714857801144.post-989741546760653637</id><published>2009-08-04T03:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T12:34:52.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Drowning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Violently feeding&lt;br /&gt;The lies in my head&lt;br /&gt;Sever the ties&lt;br /&gt;Hating the eyes on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fist full of life&lt;br /&gt;And a knife full of death&lt;br /&gt;Look around&lt;br /&gt;Is that all that's left?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this moment&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you only have today&lt;br /&gt;Will you make it count&lt;br /&gt;Or will it just become yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water drips, faking comfort&lt;br /&gt;But we all know the truth lies outside&lt;br /&gt;In the world I've created for myself&lt;br /&gt;The little fairy tale that I want to live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My own personal Neverland&lt;br /&gt;Where I can't stop growing up&lt;br /&gt;For every bit I grow up&lt;br /&gt;I feel myself closer to death&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing more terrifying than death&lt;br /&gt;Except maybe dying alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When are you coming home?&lt;br /&gt;It's so empty here&lt;br /&gt;It's so cold now&lt;br /&gt;I can see my breath when&lt;br /&gt;I speak your name out loud&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's summer outside&lt;br /&gt;But inside it's the coldest winter&lt;br /&gt;And I'm barely alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drowning, I can just make out your blurry face&lt;br /&gt;Through the water above me&lt;br /&gt;But it make already be too late&lt;br /&gt;To save me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5553456714857801144-989741546760653637?l=m3rcurialmundane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m3rcurialmundane.blogspot.com/feeds/989741546760653637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5553456714857801144&amp;postID=989741546760653637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553456714857801144/posts/default/989741546760653637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553456714857801144/posts/default/989741546760653637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3rcurialmundane.blogspot.com/2009/08/drowning.html' title='Drowning'/><author><name>M3rcuryMorbid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmTAJdCe64g/Snf2ux47hoI/AAAAAAAAAGs/5kfEZS3nXkI/s1600-R/32zno01.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553456714857801144.post-3147845525657769682</id><published>2009-08-04T03:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T12:35:25.019-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Worry, It's Always Been Like This</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like forever&lt;br /&gt;And dark clouds are rolling in&lt;br /&gt;Seems like it will never be again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was all a dream?&lt;br /&gt;If so, don't ever wake me&lt;br /&gt;Or take the risk and break me&lt;br /&gt;Shatter like glass&lt;br /&gt;The fragile of my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can bring death&lt;br /&gt;But now it's killing me&lt;br /&gt;Now it's like I'm peddling backwards&lt;br /&gt;Going forward in reverse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This room feels like a hearse&lt;br /&gt;The weight of my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Asphyxiating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the light is slowly fading&lt;br /&gt;Quickly now, before they see you&lt;br /&gt;The voices of paranoia whisper inside the walls&lt;br /&gt;Scratching and clawing, they want out&lt;br /&gt;I can never let them out&lt;br /&gt;I will never let them out&lt;br /&gt;But I can't stop them now&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can stop them now&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can stop&lt;br /&gt;Nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N o t h i n g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I empty or full of disease?&lt;br /&gt;I've never felt so alive and dead at the same time&lt;br /&gt;I am the walking dead&lt;br /&gt;Stumbling along&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find where I belong&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I don't belong&lt;br /&gt;But a bullet to the heart&lt;br /&gt;Is the only way to kill me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll walk until I see the ocean&lt;br /&gt;Pause to watch the shimmering on the blue glass&lt;br /&gt;Keep walking, I'm going down&lt;br /&gt;I'm going down&lt;br /&gt;But I love you&lt;br /&gt;From beneath the ocean&lt;br /&gt;No one can stop me now&lt;br /&gt;No one can stop&lt;br /&gt;No one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N o  O n e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5553456714857801144-3147845525657769682?l=m3rcurialmundane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m3rcurialmundane.blogspot.com/feeds/3147845525657769682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5553456714857801144&amp;postID=3147845525657769682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553456714857801144/posts/default/3147845525657769682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553456714857801144/posts/default/3147845525657769682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3rcurialmundane.blogspot.com/2009/08/dont-worry-its-always-been-like-this.html' title='Don&apos;t Worry, It&apos;s Always Been Like This'/><author><name>M3rcuryMorbid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmTAJdCe64g/Snf2ux47hoI/AAAAAAAAAGs/5kfEZS3nXkI/s1600-R/32zno01.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553456714857801144.post-1293564408211230359</id><published>2009-06-14T17:24:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T17:33:53.353-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Answer is Always There</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;God, I honestly never though it would all turn out this way. It's been rough and it will be for a bit, but goddammit I'm happy. I didn't think it could be as amazing as it is... I was so scared she would hate me or whatever, but everything is perfect. So much better than I could have imagined and I wouldn't want it any other way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I love this girl. I fucking love her. She makes me feel whole in a way that I haven't ever felt before. Doing anything with her is fun. I love playing video games with her, going for walks with her; fuck, even cleaning is fun with her. Not to mention the awesome cuddling and such. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don't really know what the point of this post is, other than to just say how everything turned out since my last post. If all goes well, she'll be moving back in a few weeks or months. I don't know what the hell I'm going to do while she's gone.. it's going to fucking kill me to sleep without her; wake up in the morning without her... It's gonna be probably the hardest thing I've ever had to deal with, but I'll deal with it for her. She's everything, she's my life, my love, my dark, my light, my good and my evil, she is fucking everything to me and I love her so fucking much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-M3rcury Morbid&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/5553456714857801144-1293564408211230359?l=m3rcurialmundane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m3rcurialmundane.blogspot.com/feeds/1293564408211230359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5553456714857801144&amp;postID=1293564408211230359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553456714857801144/posts/default/1293564408211230359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553456714857801144/posts/default/1293564408211230359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3rcurialmundane.blogspot.com/2009/06/answer-is-always-there.html' title='The Answer is Always There'/><author><name>M3rcuryMorbid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmTAJdCe64g/Snf2ux47hoI/AAAAAAAAAGs/5kfEZS3nXkI/s1600-R/32zno01.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553456714857801144.post-3775629883983547681</id><published>2009-05-20T02:34:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T02:51:38.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can't Sleep Until I Devour You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So.. it's been forever and a day since I posted one of these digital mindfucks, but I suppose it's about time that I updated everyone who doesn't care and kill everyone who does, so here it is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;The short:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; I got a new job, after alot of soul-searching, I broke up with Christina and am now dating an amazing girl named Jenet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;The long:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Jen is so fucking amazing. I mean I've known her for like 4 years, but we've only been dating a little over a month and it feels like forever. She makes me feel things that I didn't know were even possible for my heart to feel. I can't get rid of these fucking butterflies, but I wouldn't want it any it any other way. She makes me feel alive, in a way that I don't think I've ever felt before. It's like there was always something missing.. I felt broken and empty..  searching for something, but I had no idea what. With her, I truly think that I've finally found it. She is my everything. Just mentioning her name makes me smile like a retard and her eyes make me melt. I never thought it was possible to love someone so fucking much in such a short time, but I guess it is. What I feel for her is something different than what I've ever felt for anyone.. it feels.. like.. warm and squishy. I can't stop thinking about her, she's all I dream about, she's the first thing I think of when I wake up and the last thing I think of before sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;She is Sulfur and I am Mercury.. and together we bring destruction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Together as one, against all others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eighty + Sixteen = The Apocalypse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I fucking love you&lt;3&lt;/span&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/5553456714857801144-3775629883983547681?l=m3rcurialmundane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m3rcurialmundane.blogspot.com/feeds/3775629883983547681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5553456714857801144&amp;postID=3775629883983547681' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553456714857801144/posts/default/3775629883983547681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553456714857801144/posts/default/3775629883983547681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3rcurialmundane.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-cant-sleep-until-i-devour-you.html' title='I Can&apos;t Sleep Until I Devour You'/><author><name>M3rcuryMorbid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmTAJdCe64g/Snf2ux47hoI/AAAAAAAAAGs/5kfEZS3nXkI/s1600-R/32zno01.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553456714857801144.post-2528187095884696826</id><published>2009-04-17T00:51:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T01:26:21.861-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Note to Self.</title><content type='html'>Note to self: Give Up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look to the sky, like always, waiting for something.&lt;br /&gt;But as usual, there's nothing there, but perhaps I was looking in the wrong place?&lt;br /&gt;All along maybe the truth lies within, a personal sort of god&lt;br /&gt;Or perhaps my savior shines for me with his crimson smile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look into your eyes, wondering how I can ever compete with what imagine me to be.&lt;br /&gt;Something tells me that I will only end of being a disappointment, but then again, aren't I always?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not to you, baby, but to everyone else. Don't believe me? I've got a list for days, want references?  Fuck it, you'll see. Maybe I'm negative or maybe I'm positive that I know myself. You mean the world to me and I want to give you the same, but I'm terrified that I won't be able to give you want you need. You're amazing, but even now, I wait for the day that you move on to someone better. Don't worry, I won't take it personal, it happens all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder how my candle stays lit, the wind keeps blowing, trying to snuff me out&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder why my fire keeps burning, the tears keep flowing, trying to put it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look into her eyes, wondering how I could do this to someone, to you, but it's something I needed to do. For me, selfish? Maybe yes, but if not now, later and it only goes downhill from there. In my eyes, maybe I even did you a favor. You need better, more and forever. Not spastic, psychotic and unstable. Whatever doesn't kill you, is gonna leave a scar, yes. A scar that will remind you not to make the mistake of me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder how I can stay afloat on this sea of pain, perhaps I should just swim to the light.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think I can't keep my airways open long enough to catch my breath from everything forced my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look into my mother's eyes. You know I love you, I want you to believe. I don't appreciate you as much as I need to you. You are truly the only reason I still exist in the this world. I would have been trampled by the stampede of life long ago, if not for you. Just know that I love you and though I may not show it, I appreciate every word that you speak to me... sometimes I'm just too stubborn to listen, but I do listen and I do know you're always right, I just don't want you to be. Maybe I want to prove you wrong just once, maybe one day I will, until then, I will always be your little failure son, I'm glad you still love me anyways.  I could never live without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I look in the mirror, in my own eyes, I avert my eyes at first, the bring my vision back forward. You. You are the one that has caused every problem that you've ever had. You don't think before you act, you speak quietly, your self image is so skewed that it makes Michael Jackson look normal, you're needy, clingy and obsessive, you're an attention whore, your motivation is almost non-existant, you talk too fast and think to slow, you cover your true emotions with jokes and laughs, you want to live in a fantasy world-- you can never face difficult truths and try to run away from everything. You want to do so many things, yet put virtually no effort into completing them. You try to pretend that you're tough and unbreakable when you know that your emotions are so fragile that they make glass seem like steel. You can't face the thought of growing old, growing up, so you try to live in a Peter Pan mentality that will never allow you to progress in life. You're bipolar, manic depressive, a cutter, a freak, you like all things degrading and fucked up. Your mind is like Silent Hill on a bad LSD trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you expect someone to love you? Yeah right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5553456714857801144-2528187095884696826?l=m3rcurialmundane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m3rcurialmundane.blogspot.com/feeds/2528187095884696826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5553456714857801144&amp;postID=2528187095884696826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553456714857801144/posts/default/2528187095884696826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553456714857801144/posts/default/2528187095884696826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3rcurialmundane.blogspot.com/2009/04/note-to-self.html' title='Note to Self.'/><author><name>M3rcuryMorbid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmTAJdCe64g/Snf2ux47hoI/AAAAAAAAAGs/5kfEZS3nXkI/s1600-R/32zno01.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553456714857801144.post-6184093795173569893</id><published>2009-01-23T03:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T03:41:03.497-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant essay evolution intelligent design creation'/><title type='text'>Evolution v Creationism</title><content type='html'>Okay, this whole evolution vs. creation debate is silly. Who's to say that they may not both be founded in some shred of truth (Evolution being significantly higher on the scale, of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creationism (or Intelligent Design) says that the Universe and all life were created by God in six days. God then rested on the seventh day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evolutionism (or Darwinism) says that the Universe and all life were created from a reaction of atoms, known as the Big Bang. Over millions or years life evolved from nothing to the creatures we know today. The most debated part of this is that humans (homo-sapiens) are evolved from an ancestor of the modern ape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now. Who's to say that a higher power, God, aliens, a giant dragon-sized puppy named Falcor, spirits or whatever, didn't first create those atoms that then caused the big bang? And likewise, who's to say that this higher power didn't use those atoms, much like mason would use bricks or a child would use Legos, as the building blocks of life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was created in six days. Now for one,  obviously no one was alive then and theoretically if there &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; been someone alive, they certainly didn't have a form of writing or history keeping, nor anyone to share it with, so the time frame is undoubtedly theoretical. But for the sake of argument, let's say that it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; six "days", I highly doubt that those "days" were days in our current sense. It is far more likely that a "day" was perhaps 1 or 5 or even 10 million years. Now in our theoretical situation, the higher power created life on the fifth and sixth days; Airbourne creatures and ocean creatures on the fifth, basically all other life on the sixth and then rested on the seventh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also isn't it sort of strange that the order or creation basically follows an example of evolution as well: Simple organism (atoms), water creature, (Fifth Day) water creature grows legs (evolution), loses fins, walks on land (Sixth Day). Sound ridiculous? Ever heard of a frog? Egg (simple organism), tadpole (water creature that swims), grows legs, walks on land (land creature).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on. We all know that carbon dating proves that dinosaurs never lived at the same time as humans. (Although I have a ridiculous Christian children's book that says they did to prove creationism). Which also proves the theory that these "days" were far longer than a day, since according to Creationism all land life was created on the sixth 'day'. So let's say that somewhere relatively close to the beginning of the sixth "day" animals came to be, including dinosaurs. Then somewhere along the line came early hominids and that over the course of this "day" they evolved, just like the frog example, into humans. Then, the seventh "day" perhaps was just a blank period of time between the beginning of existance and the beginning of recorded history. Or perhaps it was the seventh "day" was the period during which early hominids evolved upright into man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or it could all be a bunch of crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I'm saying is that, believing in god or not... believing in evolution or not... there are points to both sides, though the evolution side is far more grounded. However, to break it down:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The atoms had to come from somewhere, and don't say they came from smaller particles, etc. No matter how far you go down into nano-science, it had to come from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, but by the same token, there is far too much evidence that proves evolution as well as the time period of dinosaurs and basically no real evidence about creation to try to take genesis literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it or don't. I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-M3rcury Morbid&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5553456714857801144-6184093795173569893?l=m3rcurialmundane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m3rcurialmundane.blogspot.com/feeds/6184093795173569893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5553456714857801144&amp;postID=6184093795173569893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553456714857801144/posts/default/6184093795173569893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553456714857801144/posts/default/6184093795173569893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3rcurialmundane.blogspot.com/2009/01/evolution-v-creationism.html' title='Evolution v Creationism'/><author><name>M3rcuryMorbid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmTAJdCe64g/Snf2ux47hoI/AAAAAAAAAGs/5kfEZS3nXkI/s1600-R/32zno01.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553456714857801144.post-7460025381061736179</id><published>2008-09-12T13:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T13:42:47.004-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Race Against Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2182/2254304298_6e7a2f0895_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2182/2254304298_6e7a2f0895_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found an amazingly thoughtful blog post and I think people should read it: &lt;a href="http://addictedimage.deviantart.com/journal/16807180/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5553456714857801144-7460025381061736179?l=m3rcurialmundane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m3rcurialmundane.blogspot.com/feeds/7460025381061736179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5553456714857801144&amp;postID=7460025381061736179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553456714857801144/posts/default/7460025381061736179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553456714857801144/posts/default/7460025381061736179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3rcurialmundane.blogspot.com/2008/09/race-against-time.html' title='Race Against Time'/><author><name>M3rcuryMorbid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmTAJdCe64g/Snf2ux47hoI/AAAAAAAAAGs/5kfEZS3nXkI/s1600-R/32zno01.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553456714857801144.post-7243594388142682172</id><published>2008-08-25T15:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T15:50:08.942-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Something</title><content type='html'>Something&lt;br /&gt;I'm reaching out for&lt;br /&gt;Something&lt;br /&gt;I just want to become&lt;br /&gt;Something&lt;br /&gt;I just want to feel &lt;br /&gt;Something&lt;br /&gt;Never wanted to be&lt;br /&gt;Something&lt;br /&gt;No, not like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something&lt;br /&gt;Negative nothing&lt;br /&gt;Something&lt;br /&gt;Never wanted to belive in&lt;br /&gt;Something&lt;br /&gt;But I'm losing my grip on&lt;br /&gt;Something&lt;br /&gt;Everything, vision blurred&lt;br /&gt;Something&lt;br /&gt;Is very wrong here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something &lt;br /&gt;Needs to change&lt;br /&gt;Something&lt;br /&gt;Coming from nothing&lt;br /&gt;Something&lt;br /&gt;Break get me out of here&lt;br /&gt;Something&lt;br /&gt;From nothing is still&lt;br /&gt;Nothing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5553456714857801144-7243594388142682172?l=m3rcurialmundane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m3rcurialmundane.blogspot.com/feeds/7243594388142682172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5553456714857801144&amp;postID=7243594388142682172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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href="http://v4.tinypic.com/player.swf?file=4qo1g7&amp;amp;s=4"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://v4.tinypic.com/player.swf?file=4qo1g7&amp;amp;s=4" height="420" width="440"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5553456714857801144-2677429323873840781?l=m3rcurialmundane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m3rcurialmundane.blogspot.com/feeds/2677429323873840781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5553456714857801144&amp;postID=2677429323873840781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553456714857801144/posts/default/2677429323873840781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553456714857801144/posts/default/2677429323873840781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3rcurialmundane.blogspot.com/2008/08/frustration.html' title='Frustration'/><author><name>M3rcuryMorbid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmTAJdCe64g/Snf2ux47hoI/AAAAAAAAAGs/5kfEZS3nXkI/s1600-R/32zno01.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553456714857801144.post-3385235771295537965</id><published>2008-08-23T03:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T03:50:56.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'>4 am</title><content type='html'>4 am, mountain dew and slipknot.&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck. I'm feeling very angrypissedoffdepressedinspireddeadly but I'm all dressed up with nowhere to go with it. And it's making me frustrated as fuck.  I need something, but I just don't know what; inspiration, help, guidance, collaboration, death, if you think you know what I need, by all means, bring it on. That is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-M3M0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5553456714857801144-3385235771295537965?l=m3rcurialmundane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m3rcurialmundane.blogspot.com/feeds/3385235771295537965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5553456714857801144&amp;postID=3385235771295537965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553456714857801144/posts/default/3385235771295537965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553456714857801144/posts/default/3385235771295537965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3rcurialmundane.blogspot.com/2008/08/4-am.html' title='4 am'/><author><name>M3rcuryMorbid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmTAJdCe64g/Snf2ux47hoI/AAAAAAAAAGs/5kfEZS3nXkI/s1600-R/32zno01.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553456714857801144.post-6739956029337092520</id><published>2008-08-23T03:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T03:29:53.560-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Has Died/Is Dying/Will Die</title><content type='html'>I'm tense today, but I'm not sure how&lt;br /&gt;Past, present, future&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing my grip on reality&lt;br /&gt;I can't do this again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clouds are rolling in&lt;br /&gt;Obscure the light&lt;br /&gt;Rubbing my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I can't see, what has become of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I believe in you&lt;br /&gt;When I don't believe in myself?&lt;br /&gt;I promise to hold this close&lt;br /&gt;As I fall away from the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scars begin to fade, but why do I miss them?&lt;br /&gt;They laugh at me and my misery&lt;br /&gt;Prodding me to fake this&lt;br /&gt;But I know, I can't take this&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see, that I'm already dead inside&lt;br /&gt;But was I ever alive, since I was revived&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to see myself as one of them&lt;br /&gt;But I can never be someone again&lt;br /&gt;My ties to them were severed long ago&lt;br /&gt;I can't fix this, not this time&lt;br /&gt;I'm not falling apart, this life isn't art&lt;br /&gt;It's a fucking disease&lt;br /&gt;Cut off the lobe to make you feel&lt;br /&gt;Never again can this be real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slipping into lucidity when I breathe&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should just stop this&lt;br /&gt;Asphyxiation vital to this design&lt;br /&gt;Can I make art with death refined?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come see my gallery in the hills&lt;br /&gt;The walls are soft, the skin is broken&lt;br /&gt;This is the showroom, my final statement&lt;br /&gt;A noose plays spotlight here, is this art?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the last contribution&lt;br /&gt;This is the new solution&lt;br /&gt;Leave your money in the jar&lt;br /&gt;It's all part of this game called life&lt;br /&gt;Never did I want to be part of it&lt;br /&gt;Where did I sign up for this?&lt;br /&gt;Just want to get out, don't even want my money back&lt;br /&gt;Just let me off this fucking train&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5553456714857801144-6739956029337092520?l=m3rcurialmundane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m3rcurialmundane.blogspot.com/feeds/6739956029337092520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5553456714857801144&amp;postID=6739956029337092520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553456714857801144/posts/default/6739956029337092520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553456714857801144/posts/default/6739956029337092520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3rcurialmundane.blogspot.com/2008/08/has-diedis-dyingwill-die.html' title='Has Died/Is Dying/Will Die'/><author><name>M3rcuryMorbid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmTAJdCe64g/Snf2ux47hoI/AAAAAAAAAGs/5kfEZS3nXkI/s1600-R/32zno01.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553456714857801144.post-4403496774902585366</id><published>2008-08-23T00:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T01:15:45.174-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloody Knuckles</title><content type='html'>So in case anyone was wondering what's going on in my life (as if anyone really reads these), I figured I'd write some shit. I'm feeling... mentally painful, though I'm not really sure what that means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money is a demon which haunts us from wake to sleep, everyday. Everything is about money and it sucks; no matter what we never have enough for all the bills, problems, food and everything else.&lt;br /&gt;So I just became certified to be a shift manager today at my job, so that's a bit of an accomplishment, I suppose, but I feel like I'm becoming something that I never wanted to be, you know? Becoming the thing I always hated; Trapped in a hole, going up, but into what? A ceiling of rusting spikes, is this where I want to go? Nevertheless, here I am, but I want to do something that matters, something that makes people feel some way, that makes me feel accomplished, worthwhile and that I'm doing something, not stuck in this neverending black hole cycle dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other things. I've been very frustrated as of late because I can't seem to complete anything musically that I feel is a finished product, I feel inspired but that I just can't seem to get it to come out the way my ears would like it. I need to create some music, but I'm becoming more and more pained to try to write something worthwhile, it seems so futile and pointless. Maybe I'm just starting to realize that I'm never going anywhere as a musician and it's very distressing realization as that is one of my greatest interests in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from all these things, I'm fairly happy. I have a wonderful fiancee, Christina and we're very happy together and to this day I continue to love her more every single day (fuck you all). I have a painfully cute little shih-tzu puppy named Peanut, who never ceases to make me smile even when I have a terrible day (which is pretty much everyday). We have a nice home with all kinds of cool stuff, which is more than I guess alot of people can say, so I guess in the end maybe I'm just a spoiled bitch? Whatever. But I just want more, we need change and to move our life into the next and better metaphorical level. I won't fucking settle with this, I refuse, we will not settle, we will have the best. I don't want to simply float in the river of life, I want to get a fucking speedboat and see what this motherfucker can do. Does that sound selfish or snobby? I don't think so, but if you do you can get fucked, because that's what I want for me and for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I write these broken words like bloody knuckles&lt;br /&gt;Cut open and bleeding for the world to see&lt;br /&gt;Not caring what the world thinks anymore&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna be myself now, fuck the rest&lt;br /&gt;I won't let you in, I need to breathe in this death to feel alive&lt;br /&gt;Never hold me back, I won't let you hold me back&lt;br /&gt;Anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-M3rcuryMorbid&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5553456714857801144-4403496774902585366?l=m3rcurialmundane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m3rcurialmundane.blogspot.com/feeds/4403496774902585366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5553456714857801144&amp;postID=4403496774902585366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553456714857801144/posts/default/4403496774902585366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553456714857801144/posts/default/4403496774902585366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3rcurialmundane.blogspot.com/2008/08/bloody-knuckles.html' title='Bloody Knuckles'/><author><name>M3rcuryMorbid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmTAJdCe64g/Snf2ux47hoI/AAAAAAAAAGs/5kfEZS3nXkI/s1600-R/32zno01.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553456714857801144.post-2098214130374804177</id><published>2008-08-20T03:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T04:05:29.410-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Trapped &amp; Painted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The confusion surrounds me, encompasses all that I am&lt;br /&gt;Someday I think you'll see, what I can never show you in me&lt;br /&gt;Just a drop in your eyes, a glimmer in the pool&lt;br /&gt;Never knew another, never knew what lay beneath this skin&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm giving in, I'm giving in to it&lt;br /&gt;Stitch up this empty heart, fake again that I know what I am&lt;br /&gt;But I'm trapped in neverland&lt;br /&gt;Peering out with a child's eyes an old man's heart&lt;br /&gt;Stopped beating before it could start&lt;br /&gt;Never again to know your smile&lt;br /&gt;But it was worth it for a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now it's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The hurt that keeps me from the sky,&lt;br /&gt;The hate that keeps me with the flies&lt;br /&gt;So sell me to live your life,&lt;br /&gt;I deserve this, you never knew me anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trapped in this world I've painted for myself&lt;br /&gt;It's okay though because I never knew myself&lt;br /&gt;The tears I shed falling just like rain&lt;br /&gt;I've found another kind of pain&lt;br /&gt;And now it's over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5553456714857801144-2098214130374804177?l=m3rcurialmundane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m3rcurialmundane.blogspot.com/feeds/2098214130374804177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5553456714857801144&amp;postID=2098214130374804177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553456714857801144/posts/default/2098214130374804177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553456714857801144/posts/default/2098214130374804177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3rcurialmundane.blogspot.com/2008/08/trapped-in-paint.html' title='Trapped &amp; Painted'/><author><name>M3rcuryMorbid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmTAJdCe64g/Snf2ux47hoI/AAAAAAAAAGs/5kfEZS3nXkI/s1600-R/32zno01.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553456714857801144.post-530113702226966643</id><published>2008-08-19T13:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T13:57:09.020-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>STAY QUIET</title><content type='html'>I've stay quiet for so long, but now I'm alive in death&lt;br /&gt;Twitching inside my caccoon, bleed my way out&lt;br /&gt;I need this, I need this&lt;br /&gt;The world needs this now more than ever&lt;br /&gt;In this time of darkness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stronger than ever, seething with animosity for this&lt;br /&gt;For them, for everything that's ever flash before your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Can you save yourself from this?&lt;br /&gt;Can you save yourself from this?&lt;br /&gt;You need this, you bleed this&lt;br /&gt;You fucking need this now more than ever&lt;br /&gt;In this time of darkness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open up the slits in your mind, let the truth in&lt;br /&gt;You can't just let them tell you&lt;br /&gt;What to think, mold your thoughts around it&lt;br /&gt;Never again, never again, let them in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5553456714857801144-530113702226966643?l=m3rcurialmundane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m3rcurialmundane.blogspot.com/feeds/530113702226966643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5553456714857801144&amp;postID=530113702226966643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553456714857801144/posts/default/530113702226966643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553456714857801144/posts/default/530113702226966643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3rcurialmundane.blogspot.com/2008/08/motherfuckers.html' title='STAY QUIET'/><author><name>M3rcuryMorbid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmTAJdCe64g/Snf2ux47hoI/AAAAAAAAAGs/5kfEZS3nXkI/s1600-R/32zno01.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553456714857801144.post-1899608189972231877</id><published>2008-03-09T03:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T03:58:50.190-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='image'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mario'/><title type='text'>How the World looks to Super Mario</title><content type='html'>For some odd reason, this struck me as incredibly awesome, so I thought I'd share it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ukimagehost.com/uploads/385929e955.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.ukimagehost.com/uploads/385929e955.jpg" alt="" 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/5553456714857801144-1899608189972231877?l=m3rcurialmundane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m3rcurialmundane.blogspot.com/feeds/1899608189972231877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5553456714857801144&amp;postID=1899608189972231877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553456714857801144/posts/default/1899608189972231877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553456714857801144/posts/default/1899608189972231877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3rcurialmundane.blogspot.com/2008/03/how-world-looks-to-super-mario.html' title='How the World looks to Super Mario'/><author><name>M3rcuryMorbid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmTAJdCe64g/Snf2ux47hoI/AAAAAAAAAGs/5kfEZS3nXkI/s1600-R/32zno01.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553456714857801144.post-6485810765529325219</id><published>2008-03-08T02:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T18:58:01.281-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant smoking laws'/><title type='text'>The Right to Smoke</title><content type='html'>Now let me first state that, though I personally do not smoke (cigarettes or otherwise), this is in no way a rant about the dangers of smoking, etc, etc. I think those have been discussed at length elsewhere and there is no need to bring that up here. At this point, you've made your decision either way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   No, this post is about the "right" to smoke. This will probably go all over the place, so hold on. This started as a discussion at my place of employment, which so happens to be food service. Now our general manager is pretty cool and will let employees go out for smoke breaks once an hour if their work is done and we are not busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Now the problem arose when we had a "guest" manager from one of the other stores in the franchise. This particular manager did not particularly like smoking, but allowed it about once or twice a shift. One member of my crew got pissed saying "she can't do this, it's my right to have smoke breaks, etc". Which brings me to my point. Is smoking a right or a privilege? He said it was a right and they had to let them have them.&lt;br /&gt;So I broke it down like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoking is something that you enjoy&lt;br /&gt;Something that makes you feel better&lt;br /&gt;Something you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;Well, so are Snickers candy bars and video games to me. So do they have to let me stop in the middle of my shift to eat a candy bar or play my DS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;But the difference is that we're addicted, he countered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;Well, what if I'm addicted to sex or video games or alcohol? Can I get a break every time I'm phening to for some rough sex, Resident Evil or Southern Comfort?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;Well then, what makes smoking so special? Why does it have this godlike power to allow people to stop their job and take an extra break or 5. Extra breaks that at many jobs I wasn't allowed to have. Why? "Because you don't smoke." What the hell? So because these people let themselves get addicted, they get extra breaks? I don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   And while I'm on the topic, I'm on two sides on this next part. While I don't have an opinion either way about the fact that many restaurants are Smoke-Free, I do disagree with non-smoking in public places like a parking lot. Being around smoke while I try to eat &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can be&lt;/span&gt; annoying as hell and since it is a confined area, and sometimes there's not really a way for people to get away from it. So I can see the thinking behind that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   However in parking lots and such, I think it is a bit overboard, considering it's not affecting anyone around you. There is plenty of free, open air available to breathe and it's not hurting anyone unless you're blowing it in their face or something. Using my examples from earlier, would it be illegal to play a Nintendo DS or do whatever else it is you like to do in parking lot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, that would be stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   So I don't see the point of a "smoke-free campus" or whatever, unless it's a school or something like that. I don't smoke, but even I think that's a bit ridiculous. I don't even remember what the point was aside from the fact that smoke breaks on the job are a privilege, not a "right".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5553456714857801144-6485810765529325219?l=m3rcurialmundane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m3rcurialmundane.blogspot.com/feeds/6485810765529325219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5553456714857801144&amp;postID=6485810765529325219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553456714857801144/posts/default/6485810765529325219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553456714857801144/posts/default/6485810765529325219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3rcurialmundane.blogspot.com/2008/03/right-to-smoke.html' title='The Right to Smoke'/><author><name>M3rcuryMorbid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmTAJdCe64g/Snf2ux47hoI/AAAAAAAAAGs/5kfEZS3nXkI/s1600-R/32zno01.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553456714857801144.post-1187251705181961218</id><published>2008-03-03T13:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T13:14:34.291-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Japanese prank</title><content type='html'>I love Japan. Nintendo, anime and people who can deal with a prank without suing the hell out of the people doing it (*cough*america*cough*). In the US, this could never happen, because one of those people would drop a lawsuit on the pranksters, because we're money hungry bastards. This is one of those "you just gotta see it" things:&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param value="http://youtube.com/v/iNeLGOFIjcI" name="movie"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/iNeLGOFIjcI" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5553456714857801144-1187251705181961218?l=m3rcurialmundane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m3rcurialmundane.blogspot.com/feeds/1187251705181961218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5553456714857801144&amp;postID=1187251705181961218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553456714857801144/posts/default/1187251705181961218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553456714857801144/posts/default/1187251705181961218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3rcurialmundane.blogspot.com/2008/03/crazy-japanese-prank.html' title='Crazy Japanese prank'/><author><name>M3rcuryMorbid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmTAJdCe64g/Snf2ux47hoI/AAAAAAAAAGs/5kfEZS3nXkI/s1600-R/32zno01.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553456714857801144.post-2657841847104575277</id><published>2008-03-02T04:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T05:14:22.581-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='infomercial'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='television'/><title type='text'>I Really Hate Infomercials</title><content type='html'>That's right. I fucking hate infomercials. You know the ones. Late night/early morning. About 2am til about 6am. Even if by some strange act of god it's a product that I think is somewhat decent, I still want to break the television simply for the fact that during the hour-long segment, they repeat the same 5-10 minutes of commercial over and over. It's basically a 5 minute commercial looped over and over for an hour, sometimes two. What the hell. I mean, they want me to buy whatever insanely worthless or overpriced piece of shit they're selling, but can't even fill the damned timeslot? They need to just repeat the same short segment like 10 times?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the same vein, about 10 minutes ago, there was an infomercial about "Buzz Cuts: The Ultimate Alternative Collection" or some such crap. Not only was the commercial obnoxious as hell, but in the time it took them to tell me to buy it, I could have listened to the whole album. I hate when they take a bunch of completely unrelated radio rock songs, slap them together and sell them as "the best collection ever", when in fact, it's not that amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other end of the spectrum of infomercials, I saw one of those really annoying "demo" commercials. You know the ones; a host person (generally a woman) introduces a guest. The guest is a guy is there selling whatever product. Then they show the product as the host acts like they are first skeptical, then amazed at the product, when you know damned well that it was all rehearsed ahead of time. And don't get me started on the BS "testimonials" about the product or the "Hurry! Call Now and get it for only $39.99" teaser. Bitch, you know you were paid to say all that BS and it doesn't matter if you call now or a week from now, it will still be the same price. Okay, I think I'm about done here, I just had to vent about all that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5553456714857801144-2657841847104575277?l=m3rcurialmundane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m3rcurialmundane.blogspot.com/feeds/2657841847104575277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5553456714857801144&amp;postID=2657841847104575277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553456714857801144/posts/default/2657841847104575277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553456714857801144/posts/default/2657841847104575277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3rcurialmundane.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-really-hate-infomercials.html' title='I Really Hate Infomercials'/><author><name>M3rcuryMorbid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmTAJdCe64g/Snf2ux47hoI/AAAAAAAAAGs/5kfEZS3nXkI/s1600-R/32zno01.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553456714857801144.post-5230383492007575576</id><published>2008-02-27T11:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T05:20:20.055-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mario'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bar'/><title type='text'>Super Mario Moonshine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://scrollbar.dk/events/20080215.Mario.Bar/photos/scrollbar_1up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 173px;" src="http://scrollbar.dk/events/20080215.Mario.Bar/photos/scrollbar_1up.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://scrollbar.dk/events/20080215.Mario.Bar/photos/scrollbar_mario_bar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://scrollbar.dk/events/20080215.Mario.Bar/photos/scrollbar_mario_bar.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is the coolest bar I've ever seen and I sooo want to visit it sometime. It's the Mario Bar and it's sponsored by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://scrollbar.dk/"&gt;Scrollbar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. There are "?" blocks hanging from the ceiling, super stars and more. There are even Mario-themed drinks (which you can find &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://scrollbar.dk/events/20080215.Mario.Bar/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.) Words cannot express the awesomeness, so I leave you with some pictures:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 254px; height: 216px;" src="http://scrollbar.dk/events/20080215.Mario.Bar/photos/scrollbar_photo1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 217px; height: 216px;" src="http://scrollbar.dk/events/20080215.Mario.Bar/photos/scrollbar_photo6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5553456714857801144-5230383492007575576?l=m3rcurialmundane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m3rcurialmundane.blogspot.com/feeds/5230383492007575576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5553456714857801144&amp;postID=5230383492007575576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553456714857801144/posts/default/5230383492007575576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553456714857801144/posts/default/5230383492007575576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3rcurialmundane.blogspot.com/2008/02/super-mario-moonshine.html' title='Super Mario Moonshine'/><author><name>M3rcuryMorbid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmTAJdCe64g/Snf2ux47hoI/AAAAAAAAAGs/5kfEZS3nXkI/s1600-R/32zno01.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553456714857801144.post-8266232338291928414</id><published>2008-02-22T01:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T17:50:16.848-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>A Single Splash of Paint</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Daylight breaks&lt;br /&gt;Through the glass, in the morning sky&lt;br /&gt;But hope has died, once again&lt;br /&gt;As day becomes the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Welcome", said the night sky&lt;br /&gt;"Or so we meet again"&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the real life&lt;br /&gt;My solitary friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it makes me wonder&lt;br /&gt;If this is who I am&lt;br /&gt;So I close my eyes and kiss the sky&lt;br /&gt;My one and only friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never  forward&lt;br /&gt;Aways back&lt;br /&gt;Going in reverse&lt;br /&gt;Seven cars are passing by&lt;br /&gt;Followed by a hearse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone here is speaking&lt;br /&gt;Calling out my name&lt;br /&gt;"Come with us and you'll be free&lt;br /&gt;Come and play the game"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What game, I say&lt;br /&gt;But then I knew&lt;br /&gt;When shadows start to cry&lt;br /&gt;The game they play&lt;br /&gt;The game of death&lt;br /&gt;When all god's children die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with a final somber plea&lt;br /&gt;The voice it said unto me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This watercolored world&lt;br /&gt;That each of us create&lt;br /&gt;Will turn to tears or disappear&lt;br /&gt;With a single splash of paint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5553456714857801144-8266232338291928414?l=m3rcurialmundane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m3rcurialmundane.blogspot.com/feeds/8266232338291928414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5553456714857801144&amp;postID=8266232338291928414' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553456714857801144/posts/default/8266232338291928414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553456714857801144/posts/default/8266232338291928414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3rcurialmundane.blogspot.com/2008/02/single-splash-of-paint.html' title='A Single Splash of Paint'/><author><name>M3rcuryMorbid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmTAJdCe64g/Snf2ux47hoI/AAAAAAAAAGs/5kfEZS3nXkI/s1600-R/32zno01.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553456714857801144.post-8389829763047134802</id><published>2008-02-19T12:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T13:17:17.732-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grammar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='txt tlk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myspace'/><title type='text'>Blg Ttl: txt tlk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There is a virus spreading around the internet and it's the not the kind that any anti-virus can catch. It is quite possibly the single most terrifying virus to have ever been unleashed upon the interwebs and it could very well spell the end of western civilization. What is this horrid virus, you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;txt tlk is tlkng like ths + mkng ppl thnk ur stpd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a215/morbidsouldotcom/savethevowels.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yes, I realize that it's "easier and faster" and that may be true when you're sending a text message on a phone or something, but when you're typing a comment or an email, or even text for your own website or blog, is it really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;hard to type a few extra letters? It's not like you're on huge time limit or that you're being charged per letter. No. It's just pure and simple laziness. That in and of itself wouldn't be so bad, except for the fact that because this has become so popular with younger kids, some of them don't even know&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;how to use proper grammar. Just look as Myspace. There are many awesome, well written, well thought out profiles. Then there are the terrible, hurt-my-brain to read "teh best uv myspce iz me hit me ^ if u wana tlk sumtim" Myspaces. Ugh. Stop it. Please. For the sake of the english language. Please stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-M3rcury&lt;br /&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/5553456714857801144-8389829763047134802?l=m3rcurialmundane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m3rcurialmundane.blogspot.com/feeds/8389829763047134802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5553456714857801144&amp;postID=8389829763047134802' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553456714857801144/posts/default/8389829763047134802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553456714857801144/posts/default/8389829763047134802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3rcurialmundane.blogspot.com/2008/02/there-is-virus-spreading-around.html' title='Blg Ttl: txt tlk'/><author><name>M3rcuryMorbid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmTAJdCe64g/Snf2ux47hoI/AAAAAAAAAGs/5kfEZS3nXkI/s1600-R/32zno01.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553456714857801144.post-2839267724930474164</id><published>2008-02-19T12:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T12:22:58.443-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='introduction'/><title type='text'>About</title><content type='html'>This is my personal blog and is just going to be random stuff: poetry, pictures, music, ranting, whatever I feel like, because, you know... it's MY blog. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5553456714857801144-2839267724930474164?l=m3rcurialmundane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m3rcurialmundane.blogspot.com/feeds/2839267724930474164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5553456714857801144&amp;postID=2839267724930474164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553456714857801144/posts/default/2839267724930474164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553456714857801144/posts/default/2839267724930474164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m3rcurialmundane.blogspot.com/2008/02/about.html' title='About'/><author><name>M3rcuryMorbid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmTAJdCe64g/Snf2ux47hoI/AAAAAAAAAGs/5kfEZS3nXkI/s1600-R/32zno01.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
