<?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-8397012254283149992</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:40:07.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>disaster, writing, and disaster.</title><subtitle type='html'>I haven't decided to share my intent for this page yet!

In time, in time.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crackfuckingsucks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397012254283149992/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crackfuckingsucks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Twoisms</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oPl0WhCMqgs/SsI1mjqFImI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iWdp1EdALzs/S220/im23232ages.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8397012254283149992.post-8149255830677684349</id><published>2010-09-23T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T13:10:41.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrival</title><content type='html'>I received a huge prescription of Adderall the other day, and this time it was to make some cash. I recently stopped taking them for recreational and suicidal purposes, but the past couple of days I relented a little. I did partake of some adderalls, mainly because I wanted to see how vastly different my mood is on them. It's different, because I'm more focused. That's it. I just want to sell them so I can have some cannabis, the only chemical that relaxes me without destroying my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was fucking psyched, now I'm worried as fuck, because it was a huge risk getting them and the shit will hit the fan if I have no results tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I get for being optimistic? Zero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. just. want. to. relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397012254283149992-8149255830677684349?l=crackfuckingsucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crackfuckingsucks.blogspot.com/feeds/8149255830677684349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crackfuckingsucks.blogspot.com/2010/09/arrival.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397012254283149992/posts/default/8149255830677684349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397012254283149992/posts/default/8149255830677684349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crackfuckingsucks.blogspot.com/2010/09/arrival.html' title='Arrival'/><author><name>Twoisms</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oPl0WhCMqgs/SsI1mjqFImI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iWdp1EdALzs/S220/im23232ages.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8397012254283149992.post-7130155825815038961</id><published>2010-09-23T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T11:52:17.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not So Happy?</title><content type='html'>Welcome to the club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time it feels like no one cares about a fucking thing I have to say. I normally don't care much for other people's opinions of me, but everyone needs someone to just.. talk to, about shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hold out on people all of the time, about how smart I am. I'm not naive, or gullible, or anywhere near as absent minded as I come off sometimes. I just don't think anyone gets me to begin with, not because I'm smarter(not saying that), but because of who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wears me out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397012254283149992-7130155825815038961?l=crackfuckingsucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crackfuckingsucks.blogspot.com/feeds/7130155825815038961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crackfuckingsucks.blogspot.com/2010/09/not-so-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397012254283149992/posts/default/7130155825815038961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397012254283149992/posts/default/7130155825815038961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crackfuckingsucks.blogspot.com/2010/09/not-so-happy.html' title='Not So Happy?'/><author><name>Twoisms</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oPl0WhCMqgs/SsI1mjqFImI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iWdp1EdALzs/S220/im23232ages.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
