<?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-21973472</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:12:33.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken and Sore</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenundsore.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21973472/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenundsore.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Broken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13851895881469558037</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>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21973472.post-114003004851609404</id><published>2006-02-15T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T11:00:48.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Standing Alone</title><content type='html'>standing alone&lt;br /&gt;on a wind swept plain&lt;br /&gt;standing alone&lt;br /&gt;i was swept away&lt;br /&gt;carried afar&lt;br /&gt;vast miles were crossed&lt;br /&gt;beamed like a star&lt;br /&gt;through a universe lost&lt;br /&gt;standing alone&lt;br /&gt;i seldom complain&lt;br /&gt;standing alone&lt;br /&gt;disregarding inane&lt;br /&gt;once was lost&lt;br /&gt;still not found&lt;br /&gt;awakened at the cost&lt;br /&gt;of that goddamned sound&lt;br /&gt;is it the willows&lt;br /&gt;just blowing around&lt;br /&gt;or is it some pillows&lt;br /&gt;just fluffy, soft down&lt;br /&gt;it can’t be some pillows&lt;br /&gt;pulling me down!&lt;br /&gt;standing aside&lt;br /&gt;i pull back black shades&lt;br /&gt;standing alone&lt;br /&gt;my will power fades&lt;br /&gt;turn the sky black&lt;br /&gt;let the night in&lt;br /&gt;it’s on the attack&lt;br /&gt;you’ll pay for that sin&lt;br /&gt;look at the facts!&lt;br /&gt;still won’t let me in&lt;br /&gt;stare at the stats!&lt;br /&gt;pain sears, deep within&lt;br /&gt;standing alone&lt;br /&gt;on a dark front step&lt;br /&gt;standing alone&lt;br /&gt;on the threshold of death&lt;br /&gt;do i leap away here?&lt;br /&gt;is it what’s best&lt;br /&gt;better move clear&lt;br /&gt;i’ll tell you the rest&lt;br /&gt;standing alone&lt;br /&gt;innocence lost&lt;br /&gt;standing alone&lt;br /&gt;at such a terrible cost&lt;br /&gt;standing aside&lt;br /&gt;i let them crawl in&lt;br /&gt;i let the beginning, of the end begin&lt;br /&gt;standing alone&lt;br /&gt;nothing is left&lt;br /&gt;i think i’ll lay awile&lt;br /&gt;and dream up the rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21973472-114003004851609404?l=brokenundsore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenundsore.blogspot.com/feeds/114003004851609404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21973472&amp;postID=114003004851609404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21973472/posts/default/114003004851609404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21973472/posts/default/114003004851609404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenundsore.blogspot.com/2006/02/standing-alone.html' title='Standing Alone'/><author><name>Broken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13851895881469558037</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-21973472.post-113951943370371384</id><published>2006-02-09T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T13:10:33.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suburban Machinery</title><content type='html'>i feel it slipping away&lt;br /&gt;try to hold on&lt;br /&gt;not up to it today&lt;br /&gt;lost in the dark, empty arms of the sky&lt;br /&gt;festering, crushed and degraded by the lie&lt;br /&gt;still here i am&lt;br /&gt;alone&lt;br /&gt;cold&lt;br /&gt;drowning in the ashes of what we had&lt;br /&gt;nothing left to fear&lt;br /&gt;blurred faces pass me by&lt;br /&gt;solemn, alone, no tears left to cry&lt;br /&gt;you pulled back the shade&lt;br /&gt;revealing the creature,&lt;br /&gt;the darkness you’ve made&lt;br /&gt;lost in the night, by agony i am bound&lt;br /&gt;itching, scraping away at that persistent sound&lt;br /&gt;still i am here&lt;br /&gt;deceit&lt;br /&gt;pain&lt;br /&gt;standing in the flesh you grated away&lt;br /&gt;nothing left in here&lt;br /&gt;nothing left to fear&lt;br /&gt;blurred faces pass me by&lt;br /&gt;solemn, alone, no tears left to cry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21973472-113951943370371384?l=brokenundsore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21973472.post-113932133107763160</id><published>2006-02-07T06:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T06:08:51.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fog</title><content type='html'>I saw it in a dream.&lt;br /&gt;Just for a moment though.&lt;br /&gt;It was gone into the excited atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;Standing here, alone, in the dark, I can strangely see better.&lt;br /&gt;The murkiness settled and then dissipated, but ever so slowly.&lt;br /&gt;Now it is clear.&lt;br /&gt;Could not hold on.&lt;br /&gt;Lost my grip.&lt;br /&gt;It’s better that way.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn’t anything real anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;It “takes two to tango.”&lt;br /&gt;Although one makes for good company, if you’re crazy.&lt;br /&gt;You Bet.&lt;br /&gt;Like a loon.&lt;br /&gt;All weirded out.&lt;br /&gt;All drugged out, all drugged up.&lt;br /&gt;Tap a vein, drop a tab, take a hit, you need a bump?&lt;br /&gt;Always, pass it this way.&lt;br /&gt;In a way, it’s always murky in here.&lt;br /&gt;It passed in a dream and I realized it never was, will or could be.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t exist now, I know it.&lt;br /&gt;I should leave now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21973472-113932133107763160?l=brokenundsore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenundsore.blogspot.com/feeds/113932133107763160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21973472&amp;postID=113932133107763160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21973472/posts/default/113932133107763160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21973472/posts/default/113932133107763160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenundsore.blogspot.com/2006/02/fog.html' title='The Fog'/><author><name>Broken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13851895881469558037</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-21973472.post-113923972696607323</id><published>2006-02-06T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T07:28:46.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgotten Lore</title><content type='html'>to the heights above the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a forgotten moment&lt;br /&gt;some forgotten lore&lt;br /&gt;you could not hold it&lt;br /&gt;forever no more&lt;br /&gt;holding the thoughts&lt;br /&gt;forgotten amor&lt;br /&gt;this time&lt;br /&gt;in search of so much more&lt;br /&gt;this time&lt;br /&gt;it has nothing to do with “dearest Lenore”&lt;br /&gt;this time&lt;br /&gt;in search of&lt;br /&gt;so much more&lt;br /&gt;slowly, so softly&lt;br /&gt;drift away&lt;br /&gt;drift ashore&lt;br /&gt;somewhere else&lt;br /&gt;it will be found&lt;br /&gt;what you’re looking for&lt;br /&gt;something else&lt;br /&gt;forever no more&lt;br /&gt;holding the thoughts&lt;br /&gt;of some forgotten lore&lt;br /&gt;ascend to the heights&lt;br /&gt;above the floor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21973472-113923972696607323?l=brokenundsore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenundsore.blogspot.com/feeds/113923972696607323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21973472&amp;postID=113923972696607323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21973472/posts/default/113923972696607323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21973472/posts/default/113923972696607323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenundsore.blogspot.com/2006/02/forgotten-lore.html' title='Forgotten Lore'/><author><name>Broken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13851895881469558037</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-21973472.post-113915719191504870</id><published>2006-02-05T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T08:33:11.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Static</title><content type='html'>huh?&lt;br /&gt;what’s that you said?&lt;br /&gt;i don’t think i quite heard you.&lt;br /&gt;i don’t think i quite heard you.&lt;br /&gt;ohhh . . . i see.&lt;br /&gt;you weren’t lying.&lt;br /&gt;if i had anything left that would make me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;A lie about lies, that’s funny.&lt;br /&gt;i loved you, you probably knew that too.&lt;br /&gt;did you care?&lt;br /&gt;that’s almost rhetorical.&lt;br /&gt;it hurts inside all of the time now.&lt;br /&gt;i keep wanting to make it go away.&lt;br /&gt;i just don’t know how . . .&lt;br /&gt;even if i did, i’m not sure i would . .&lt;br /&gt;through the static, over the roar, i think i can still hear an echo of something that was good.&lt;br /&gt;just out of reach, on the top shelf.&lt;br /&gt;maybe, if i can get to it i could . . .&lt;br /&gt;No, probably not.&lt;br /&gt;Annihilation, destruction, the end.&lt;br /&gt;it all falls apart now.&lt;br /&gt;the gleaming city in the desert collapses.&lt;br /&gt;all things must come to an end.&lt;br /&gt;huh?&lt;br /&gt;i don’t think i quite heard you.&lt;br /&gt;what’s that you said?&lt;br /&gt;i don’t think i quite heard you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21973472-113915719191504870?l=brokenundsore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenundsore.blogspot.com/feeds/113915719191504870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21973472&amp;postID=113915719191504870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21973472/posts/default/113915719191504870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21973472/posts/default/113915719191504870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenundsore.blogspot.com/2006/02/static_05.html' title='The Static'/><author><name>Broken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13851895881469558037</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-21973472.post-113911424250598196</id><published>2006-02-04T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T23:33:51.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Impact of an Individual</title><content type='html'>wind rushing by&lt;br /&gt;only the cool breeze&lt;br /&gt;and the vastness of the sky&lt;br /&gt;finally, a release&lt;br /&gt;open your eyes&lt;br /&gt;at last, at peace&lt;br /&gt;peer above&lt;br /&gt;peer below&lt;br /&gt;you’ll let them all know&lt;br /&gt;you mournful lament&lt;br /&gt;letting it all go&lt;br /&gt;fuck that shit&lt;br /&gt;took it all through&lt;br /&gt;every last bit&lt;br /&gt;one last look&lt;br /&gt;up at the sky&lt;br /&gt;through your darkened eyes&lt;br /&gt;the pavement approaches&lt;br /&gt;the last thing you see&lt;br /&gt;a gray-haired old lady&lt;br /&gt;walking along beneath&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21973472-113911424250598196?l=brokenundsore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenundsore.blogspot.com/feeds/113911424250598196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21973472&amp;postID=113911424250598196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21973472/posts/default/113911424250598196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21973472/posts/default/113911424250598196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenundsore.blogspot.com/2006/02/impact-of-individual.html' title='The Impact of an Individual'/><author><name>Broken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13851895881469558037</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-21973472.post-113911399921021061</id><published>2006-02-04T20:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T20:33:19.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Colorless Rainbow</title><content type='html'>Life is black&lt;br /&gt;Unshaded and dark&lt;br /&gt;Stuck on the edge&lt;br /&gt;Of this colorless rainbow&lt;br /&gt;Fall from the ledge&lt;br /&gt;Dare me to let go?&lt;br /&gt;Of this dark and dreary&lt;br /&gt;Colorless rainbow&lt;br /&gt;Nothing seems right&lt;br /&gt;Nothing seems true&lt;br /&gt;Dropped out of sight&lt;br /&gt;My sanity flew&lt;br /&gt;While I was sitting here waiting&lt;br /&gt;With nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;I’ll just sit here waiting&lt;br /&gt;On this colorless rainbow&lt;br /&gt;Can’t fell my hands!&lt;br /&gt;Can’t feel my legs!&lt;br /&gt;Strike up the bands!&lt;br /&gt;Drive in the pegs!&lt;br /&gt;Hurry, move quickly!&lt;br /&gt;Here it comes now&lt;br /&gt;A lost, tarnished soul&lt;br /&gt;Riding forever&lt;br /&gt;On a colorless rainbow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21973472-113911399921021061?l=brokenundsore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenundsore.blogspot.com/feeds/113911399921021061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21973472&amp;postID=113911399921021061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21973472/posts/default/113911399921021061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21973472/posts/default/113911399921021061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenundsore.blogspot.com/2006/02/colorless-rainbow.html' title='Colorless Rainbow'/><author><name>Broken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13851895881469558037</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-21973472.post-113911395496991400</id><published>2006-02-04T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T20:32:34.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>solely intended for your eyes only&lt;br /&gt;state secrets&lt;br /&gt;dark corridors of dark faces without names&lt;br /&gt;only ID badges&lt;br /&gt;with the proper clearance&lt;br /&gt;wars waged&lt;br /&gt;battles lost&lt;br /&gt;lifetimes wasted&lt;br /&gt;a thousand men in a thousand suits&lt;br /&gt;racing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21973472-113911395496991400?l=brokenundsore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenundsore.blogspot.com/feeds/113911395496991400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21973472&amp;postID=113911395496991400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21973472/posts/default/113911395496991400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21973472/posts/default/113911395496991400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenundsore.blogspot.com/2006/02/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Broken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13851895881469558037</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-21973472.post-113910139497761906</id><published>2006-02-04T17:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T17:03:14.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Golf, Tango, Golf</title><content type='html'>Slash, parry, thrust&lt;br /&gt;They rattle through the brain in the hole&lt;br /&gt;Earth surrounds&lt;br /&gt;Dug deep underground.&lt;br /&gt;Lock and Load!&lt;br /&gt;It permeates the air, echoes through the forest.&lt;br /&gt;Fighting positions.&lt;br /&gt;Peer over, cautiously, carefully.&lt;br /&gt;Pitch black, no vision.&lt;br /&gt;Is the magazine seated?&lt;br /&gt;Was that movement?&lt;br /&gt;The rhythmic popping, all around.&lt;br /&gt;Flares.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck!!&lt;br /&gt;Where’s the 60? Get the sixty!&lt;br /&gt;Incoming!&lt;br /&gt;Out of the hole!&lt;br /&gt;Fast!&lt;br /&gt;Fix bayonets!&lt;br /&gt;It permeates the air, echoes through the forest.&lt;br /&gt;Here we go!&lt;br /&gt;The last sound in the air.&lt;br /&gt;The last one letting go.&lt;br /&gt;The screams of the wounded shred through woods.It permeates the air, echoes through the forest&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21973472-113910139497761906?l=brokenundsore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenundsore.blogspot.com/feeds/113910139497761906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21973472&amp;postID=113910139497761906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21973472/posts/default/113910139497761906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21973472/posts/default/113910139497761906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenundsore.blogspot.com/2006/02/golf-tango-golf.html' title='Golf, Tango, Golf'/><author><name>Broken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13851895881469558037</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-21973472.post-113910127018791294</id><published>2006-02-04T16:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T17:01:10.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part of the Decay</title><content type='html'>can’t let it go now&lt;br /&gt;and here it is&lt;br /&gt;coursing throughout&lt;br /&gt;like so many old stains&lt;br /&gt;dotting the floor&lt;br /&gt;on the second level&lt;br /&gt;that old door frame&lt;br /&gt;you remember that building?&lt;br /&gt;that infernal eyesore&lt;br /&gt;that’s what it’s like in here&lt;br /&gt;decay and abandonment&lt;br /&gt;are you tired yet?&lt;br /&gt;i get weary in the dark&lt;br /&gt;bitterness and regret&lt;br /&gt;make most of the noise&lt;br /&gt;creeping in the shadow, i guess&lt;br /&gt;it let’s me know&lt;br /&gt;exactly what the night is&lt;br /&gt;and i want it to go away&lt;br /&gt;like a full-blown case of West Nile encephalitis&lt;br /&gt;the regret and pain&lt;br /&gt;but i’m bound up, inside this&lt;br /&gt;i’ll just lay wide awake&lt;br /&gt;and drown in the rain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21973472-113910127018791294?l=brokenundsore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenundsore.blogspot.com/feeds/113910127018791294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21973472&amp;postID=113910127018791294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21973472/posts/default/113910127018791294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21973472/posts/default/113910127018791294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenundsore.blogspot.com/2006/02/part-of-decay.html' title='Part of the Decay'/><author><name>Broken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13851895881469558037</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-21973472.post-113910092010454510</id><published>2006-02-04T16:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T16:55:20.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Words of sorrow. Regret. Joyless moments. Filling these pages. Forever. Today a broken down being begins a journey into the heart of darkness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21973472-113910092010454510?l=brokenundsore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenundsore.blogspot.com/feeds/113910092010454510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21973472&amp;postID=113910092010454510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21973472/posts/default/113910092010454510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21973472/posts/default/113910092010454510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenundsore.blogspot.com/2006/02/beginning.html' title='The Beginning'/><author><name>Broken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13851895881469558037</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></feed>
