<?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-5787841666767957038</id><updated>2011-12-01T09:13:41.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cant you feel it?</title><subtitle type='html'>just the thought.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedepthsofmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787841666767957038/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedepthsofmybrain.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ben_Groter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14949055648851198236</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>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787841666767957038.post-7006514217991030988</id><published>2011-06-05T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T14:02:57.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My disease</title><content type='html'>I'm the new final venture the new disease,&lt;div&gt;You will all come to finally see,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the stains i have left to be,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the people will beg me please,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the dose is light i'll make it free,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my disease and its never free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My head is cracking it breaks in two,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe i'm left with you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think i can see this through,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I lost the part of me i thought was true,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My paranoia has been confused,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You left me here broken and bruised,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't you get it you were used,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think its funny how nothings true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a new adventure and the cure is free,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I filled your lungs with ecstasy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your lungs are black and fear is all you see,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You knew this was coming its only you and me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its only me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its only me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm now the voice inside your head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm now the fear in your bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm the disease in your head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5787841666767957038-7006514217991030988?l=thedepthsofmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedepthsofmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/7006514217991030988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787841666767957038&amp;postID=7006514217991030988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787841666767957038/posts/default/7006514217991030988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787841666767957038/posts/default/7006514217991030988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedepthsofmybrain.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-disease.html' title='My disease'/><author><name>Ben_Groter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14949055648851198236</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-5787841666767957038.post-2562030233625900350</id><published>2011-01-02T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T15:34:39.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The shadow of my brain</title><content type='html'>People tend to always see one way. No matter what anyone says, they have there own angle.&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day its that dark spot in the back of my head. That keeps me in check. That stops me from being like everyone else. I don't want anything. I don't deserve anything.&lt;br /&gt;Now that i realize this, that is what makes me different. That is what keeps me seperated and on a whole other playing field from everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its that dark spot.&lt;br /&gt;I think of it as the part of my head with the shadow casting down.&lt;br /&gt;The shadow of my brain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5787841666767957038-2562030233625900350?l=thedepthsofmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedepthsofmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/2562030233625900350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787841666767957038&amp;postID=2562030233625900350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787841666767957038/posts/default/2562030233625900350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787841666767957038/posts/default/2562030233625900350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedepthsofmybrain.blogspot.com/2011/01/shadow-of-my-brain.html' title='The shadow of my brain'/><author><name>Ben_Groter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14949055648851198236</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-5787841666767957038.post-8642362432969795555</id><published>2009-06-13T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T23:38:28.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In close</title><content type='html'>What you want&lt;br /&gt;What you get&lt;br /&gt;All used up&lt;br /&gt;This isn't a bet&lt;br /&gt;Break a sweat&lt;br /&gt;Down the face&lt;br /&gt;Claw the back&lt;br /&gt;At the same pace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the pressure deep down in&lt;br /&gt;Pulling tight and heavy breaths begin&lt;br /&gt;My mouth begins to let out sounds&lt;br /&gt;But you scream the loudest sounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold you down&lt;br /&gt;Down on your back&lt;br /&gt;Pushed in tight&lt;br /&gt;Ill try not to crack&lt;br /&gt;I feel the heat&lt;br /&gt;Down in your chest&lt;br /&gt;Your pushed against me&lt;br /&gt;But i cant rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the pressure deep down in&lt;br /&gt;Pulling tight and heavy breaths begin&lt;br /&gt;My mouth begins to let out sounds&lt;br /&gt;But you scream the loudest sounds&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5787841666767957038-8642362432969795555?l=thedepthsofmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedepthsofmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/8642362432969795555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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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-5787841666767957038.post-5806565228952640745</id><published>2009-06-13T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T23:34:35.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just wake up</title><content type='html'>Running wild in my head&lt;br /&gt;I cant sleep cuz I'm not dead&lt;br /&gt;I have this smile on my face&lt;br /&gt;Is this happiness&lt;br /&gt;I don't know yet&lt;br /&gt;I wake up in the morning&lt;br /&gt;And realize that I'm not sad&lt;br /&gt;I'm wearing a smile and not mourning&lt;br /&gt;This is something i don't think Ive had&lt;br /&gt;I look in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And see I'm not blind&lt;br /&gt;I look in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And feel so alive&lt;br /&gt;I look in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And don't feel broken inside&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I don't see you&lt;br /&gt;I know your right over there&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i wanna pull you here to me&lt;br /&gt;I see the happiness there&lt;br /&gt;There wont be pain in here&lt;br /&gt;With me&lt;br /&gt;I just wake up&lt;br /&gt;I just wake up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up in the morning&lt;br /&gt;And realize that I'm not sad&lt;br /&gt;I'm wearing a smile and not mourning&lt;br /&gt;This is something i don't think Ive had&lt;br /&gt;I look in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And see I'm not blind&lt;br /&gt;I look in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And feel so alive&lt;br /&gt;I look in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And don't feel broken inside&lt;br /&gt;Just wake up&lt;br /&gt;I just wake up&lt;br /&gt;Just wake up&lt;br /&gt;and hoped that you were here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5787841666767957038-5806565228952640745?l=thedepthsofmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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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-5787841666767957038.post-7678141679473301900</id><published>2009-06-13T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T15:37:43.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'>deep inside of me</title><content type='html'>Ok just wait&lt;br /&gt;i dont know the end of it&lt;br /&gt;ok just wait&lt;br /&gt;cant you get the grasp of it&lt;br /&gt;ok just wait&lt;br /&gt;there is no end to it&lt;br /&gt;ok fuckin wait&lt;br /&gt;i will bring a end to it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now its blowing through this place&lt;br /&gt;its what you can not see&lt;br /&gt;and it may be the end of me&lt;br /&gt;im trying to run awayand find some place to hide&lt;br /&gt;sorry there is no place to stay&lt;br /&gt;there all hiding inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok just run&lt;br /&gt;its coming after you&lt;br /&gt;ok just runit is surrounding you&lt;br /&gt;ok just hide&lt;br /&gt;it wants the best of you&lt;br /&gt;ok just run&lt;br /&gt;it hasnt gotten the grasp of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time has fallen underneath the sand&lt;br /&gt;my thoughts are broken i dont understand&lt;br /&gt;your will is strong and its all inside your head&lt;br /&gt;kiss me then maybe i could understand&lt;br /&gt;its just inside of me&lt;br /&gt;its just inside of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i will wait&lt;br /&gt;and see the depth in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;ok i will wait&lt;br /&gt;even if im scared i wont make a lie&lt;br /&gt;ok i will wait&lt;br /&gt;maybe its you that makes me want to die&lt;br /&gt;ok i will wait&lt;br /&gt;and your eyes will watch everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come on now just wait&lt;br /&gt;its all just deep inside your head&lt;br /&gt;its all just falling in your face&lt;br /&gt;come on and hold on to your head&lt;br /&gt;its just deep inside of me&lt;br /&gt;its just deep inside of me&lt;br /&gt;its just deep even&lt;br /&gt;just even inside of me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5787841666767957038-7678141679473301900?l=thedepthsofmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedepthsofmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/7678141679473301900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787841666767957038&amp;postID=7678141679473301900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787841666767957038/posts/default/7678141679473301900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787841666767957038/posts/default/7678141679473301900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedepthsofmybrain.blogspot.com/2009/06/deep-inside-of-me.html' title='deep inside of me'/><author><name>Ben_Groter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14949055648851198236</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-5787841666767957038.post-627270550794260713</id><published>2009-05-03T21:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T21:19:38.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time has run out</title><content type='html'>Time cant really seem to tell,&lt;br /&gt;How far i will drift down,&lt;br /&gt;Even if you could measure how far i fell,&lt;br /&gt;You will see i will always drown,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I,&lt;br /&gt;Here I fall,&lt;br /&gt;And sink down to the ground,&lt;br /&gt;Here I,&lt;br /&gt;Here I lay&lt;br /&gt;And have no breath left to say,&lt;br /&gt;Time has run out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its that faded blue,&lt;br /&gt;Or just the pressuring depth,&lt;br /&gt;My body knows this is true,&lt;br /&gt;But my mind is all thats left,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I,&lt;br /&gt;Here I fall,&lt;br /&gt;And sink down to the ground,&lt;br /&gt;Here I,&lt;br /&gt;Here I lay,&lt;br /&gt;And have no breathe left to say,&lt;br /&gt;Time has run out,&lt;br /&gt;Time has run out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5787841666767957038-627270550794260713?l=thedepthsofmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedepthsofmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/627270550794260713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787841666767957038&amp;postID=627270550794260713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787841666767957038/posts/default/627270550794260713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787841666767957038/posts/default/627270550794260713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedepthsofmybrain.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='Time has run out'/><author><name>Ben_Groter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14949055648851198236</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-5787841666767957038.post-2633866725721824809</id><published>2009-04-28T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T14:39:18.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>left behind</title><content type='html'>I hear the roaring thunder,&lt;br /&gt;Inside the pouring rain,&lt;br /&gt;I grip the wheel ever so tightly,&lt;br /&gt;This is my domain,&lt;br /&gt;My eyes seem to be so heavy,&lt;br /&gt;But my body feels no pain,&lt;br /&gt;Watching the clashing steel,&lt;br /&gt;Does not make me insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you close your eyes?&lt;br /&gt;Why cant you see the lies?&lt;br /&gt;If there is anything in here?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe God will leave a sign.&lt;br /&gt;Why cant you be that kind?&lt;br /&gt;How could i be so blind?&lt;br /&gt;I know there is something in here?&lt;br /&gt;But God just left me behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lay down in the cold and damp,&lt;br /&gt;And im surrounded by the obsessed,&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how to navigate and elminate,&lt;br /&gt;The ones who are blessed,&lt;br /&gt;As i start to see,&lt;br /&gt;There the ones who think i am blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you close your eyes?&lt;br /&gt;Why cant you see the lies?&lt;br /&gt;If there is anything in here?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe God will leave a sign,&lt;br /&gt;Why cant you be that kind?&lt;br /&gt;How could i be so blind?&lt;br /&gt;I know there is something in here?&lt;br /&gt;But God just left me behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who leaves us behind?&lt;br /&gt;he just leaves us behind?&lt;br /&gt;why would he leave us behind?&lt;br /&gt;I might just leave myself behind.&lt;br /&gt;He didnt leave you behind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5787841666767957038-2633866725721824809?l=thedepthsofmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedepthsofmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/2633866725721824809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787841666767957038&amp;postID=2633866725721824809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787841666767957038/posts/default/2633866725721824809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787841666767957038/posts/default/2633866725721824809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedepthsofmybrain.blogspot.com/2009/04/left-behind.html' title='left behind'/><author><name>Ben_Groter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14949055648851198236</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-5787841666767957038.post-6502799887139156391</id><published>2009-04-10T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T23:26:39.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its all for nothing</title><content type='html'>I...pick up all the pieces,&lt;br /&gt;I...save it from decay,&lt;br /&gt;I...stare into the faces,&lt;br /&gt;I...wont throw it away,&lt;br /&gt;You dont seem to see,&lt;br /&gt;Its apart of me,&lt;br /&gt;It cant go away,&lt;br /&gt;It is here to say,&lt;br /&gt;All i do,&lt;br /&gt;Is split in two,&lt;br /&gt;Now think it through,&lt;br /&gt;Its all come down to you,&lt;br /&gt;And after everything,&lt;br /&gt;Its all for nothing,&lt;br /&gt;just throw me away,&lt;br /&gt;and tear it away,&lt;br /&gt;its all for nothing,&lt;br /&gt;For fucking nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5787841666767957038-6502799887139156391?l=thedepthsofmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedepthsofmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/6502799887139156391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787841666767957038&amp;postID=6502799887139156391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787841666767957038/posts/default/6502799887139156391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787841666767957038/posts/default/6502799887139156391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedepthsofmybrain.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-all-for-nothing.html' title='Its all for nothing'/><author><name>Ben_Groter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14949055648851198236</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-5787841666767957038.post-8409291381768118354</id><published>2009-04-10T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T16:43:22.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Believe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img class="gl_align_left" alt="Align Left" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" border="0" /&gt;Im running in pace,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;with the world,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;got my mind set straight,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and no its not fake,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;all the thoughts in my head,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but there lies instead,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so i run in pace with the world,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;what can i achieve?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;when hearing lies i start to believe,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;theres a choice im stuck between,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and its down to what ive seen,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;its all inside of me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i can feel myself changin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the walls start to break,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;far away,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the blood is outside,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and there is panic in my eyes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;what do i do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;with myself,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ill make sure im safe,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;then turn and throw all of me away,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;what can i achieve?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;when hearing lies i start to believe,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;theres a choice im stuck between,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;its down to what ive seen,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;its all inside of me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i can feel myself changin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I cant see,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;im wondering how to believe,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i will breathe,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and see what i can achieve,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i cant see,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;im wondering how to believe,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i will breathe,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and see what i can achieve,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am here inside you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;its not what you can see,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am here inside you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;its not what i can see,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;what can you see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;what can i see?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5787841666767957038-8409291381768118354?l=thedepthsofmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedepthsofmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/8409291381768118354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787841666767957038&amp;postID=8409291381768118354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787841666767957038/posts/default/8409291381768118354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787841666767957038/posts/default/8409291381768118354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedepthsofmybrain.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-running-in-pace-with-world-got-my.html' title='Believe'/><author><name>Ben_Groter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14949055648851198236</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-5787841666767957038.post-161493261561365391</id><published>2009-01-10T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T23:28:37.168-08:00</updated><title type='text'>how do i get away</title><content type='html'>Theirs a voice deep inside me&lt;br /&gt;It started talking again&lt;br /&gt;Its something no one else can see&lt;br /&gt;It started shouting again&lt;br /&gt;What a worthless  piece of shit&lt;br /&gt;Don't you fucking pretend&lt;br /&gt;No one else can hear it&lt;br /&gt;I'm here with no end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to my face&lt;br /&gt;The words are spoke very clear&lt;br /&gt;The words with out any trace&lt;br /&gt;Make my face fill with fear&lt;br /&gt;And I cannot pretend&lt;br /&gt;this is not an act&lt;br /&gt;How do i get away&lt;br /&gt;How do i&lt;br /&gt;How do i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just my own reflection&lt;br /&gt;It started talking to me&lt;br /&gt;Keeps pointing in the wrong direction&lt;br /&gt;Its just the mirror and me&lt;br /&gt;Telling me to do things&lt;br /&gt;That are sins to do&lt;br /&gt;Pushes me to do things&lt;br /&gt;Please just what do i do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to my face&lt;br /&gt;The words are spoke very clear&lt;br /&gt;The words with out any trace&lt;br /&gt;Make my face fill with fear&lt;br /&gt;And i cannot pretend&lt;br /&gt;This is not an act&lt;br /&gt;How do i get away&lt;br /&gt;How do i&lt;br /&gt;How do i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please just get me far away&lt;br /&gt;just take me far away&lt;br /&gt;please just get me far away&lt;br /&gt;just take me&lt;br /&gt;just take me far away&lt;br /&gt;How do i get away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5787841666767957038-161493261561365391?l=thedepthsofmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedepthsofmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/161493261561365391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787841666767957038&amp;postID=161493261561365391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787841666767957038/posts/default/161493261561365391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787841666767957038/posts/default/161493261561365391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedepthsofmybrain.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-do-i-get-away.html' title='how do i get away'/><author><name>Ben_Groter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14949055648851198236</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-5787841666767957038.post-3280141462232325016</id><published>2009-01-08T20:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T20:12:43.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where ive come to sleep</title><content type='html'>Its where Ive come to sleep&lt;br /&gt;Its where you've come to sleep&lt;br /&gt;And of you i will dream&lt;br /&gt;Such a beautiful dream&lt;br /&gt;And we will know&lt;br /&gt;All the truths in the world&lt;br /&gt;They will come&lt;br /&gt;And see us sleeping here&lt;br /&gt;All alone in the darkest place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only you can see me&lt;br /&gt;Only i can see you&lt;br /&gt;And when we both touch&lt;br /&gt;My heart beats just for you&lt;br /&gt;And the hate will fade&lt;br /&gt;Down in our hearts&lt;br /&gt;We'll be changed into dust&lt;br /&gt;And will blow far away&lt;br /&gt;With the wind in the night&lt;br /&gt;Its where I've come to sleep&lt;br /&gt;Its made for you and me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5787841666767957038-3280141462232325016?l=thedepthsofmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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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-5787841666767957038.post-4916779643349027727</id><published>2009-01-08T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T17:12:56.372-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sound is breaking up</title><content type='html'>The sound just keeps breaking up&lt;br /&gt;All the way down in my ears&lt;br /&gt;I swear don't you make that jump&lt;br /&gt;I wont shed any tears&lt;br /&gt;To much static will bring&lt;br /&gt;A pain that you can hear&lt;br /&gt;The strum of a string&lt;br /&gt;Can take away the fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please just try to stay&lt;br /&gt;It may be the only way&lt;br /&gt;For you to save yourself&lt;br /&gt;And i cant save myself&lt;br /&gt;Please just try&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes&lt;br /&gt;Please just try&lt;br /&gt;Just just&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a monster inside&lt;br /&gt;Inside i have been caught&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i get caught in a tide&lt;br /&gt;But this is something that is not&lt;br /&gt;I have grown to thirst&lt;br /&gt;I wish i made the right turn&lt;br /&gt;Very soon i will burst&lt;br /&gt;And i will burn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please just try to stay&lt;br /&gt;It may be the only way&lt;br /&gt;For you to save yourself&lt;br /&gt;And i cant save myself&lt;br /&gt;Please just try&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes&lt;br /&gt;Please just try&lt;br /&gt;Just just&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5787841666767957038-4916779643349027727?l=thedepthsofmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedepthsofmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/4916779643349027727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787841666767957038&amp;postID=4916779643349027727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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turning&lt;br /&gt;all the way from the best&lt;br /&gt;i see that your burning&lt;br /&gt;but its just a God damn test&lt;br /&gt;as the shadows cast down a shelter&lt;br /&gt;and i attempt to crawl inside&lt;br /&gt;the world will seem to find her&lt;br /&gt;and keep me on the outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if im crucified&lt;br /&gt;even if im patronized&lt;br /&gt;even if im criticized&lt;br /&gt;even if your the one who lied&lt;br /&gt;i will crawl inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even when i taste your blood&lt;br /&gt;i will chew, swallow and spit&lt;br /&gt;there is so much dirty blood&lt;br /&gt;they all just seem to fit&lt;br /&gt;as my eyes start to tire&lt;br /&gt;from hanging up so damn long&lt;br /&gt;my blood is hotter then fire&lt;br /&gt;and its been emptied all night long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if im crucified&lt;br /&gt;even if im patronized&lt;br /&gt;even if im criticized&lt;br /&gt;even if your the one who lied&lt;br /&gt;i will crawl inside&lt;br /&gt;i will&lt;br /&gt;i will still&lt;br /&gt;crawl inside&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5787841666767957038-757015030104531758?l=thedepthsofmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedepthsofmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/757015030104531758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787841666767957038&amp;postID=757015030104531758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787841666767957038/posts/default/757015030104531758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787841666767957038/posts/default/757015030104531758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedepthsofmybrain.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-will-crawl-inside.html' title='I will crawl inside'/><author><name>Ben_Groter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14949055648851198236</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-5787841666767957038.post-7833721693155137792</id><published>2009-01-07T15:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T15:48:31.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'>break down from the inside</title><content type='html'>being in your head&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing what you do&lt;br /&gt;wishing you were dead&lt;br /&gt;but we break and there is just two&lt;br /&gt;falling to my knees&lt;br /&gt;thinking of what Ive done&lt;br /&gt;seeing your dead just please&lt;br /&gt;Just don't block out the sun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5787841666767957038-7833721693155137792?l=thedepthsofmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedepthsofmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/7833721693155137792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787841666767957038&amp;postID=7833721693155137792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787841666767957038/posts/default/7833721693155137792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787841666767957038/posts/default/7833721693155137792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedepthsofmybrain.blogspot.com/2009/01/break-down-from-inside.html' title='break down from the inside'/><author><name>Ben_Groter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14949055648851198236</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-5787841666767957038.post-1775413544459508677</id><published>2009-01-07T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T08:42:18.118-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cant you feel it (song)</title><content type='html'>In all the time&lt;br /&gt;And in every place&lt;br /&gt;Its what you cant find&lt;br /&gt;And its all over the place&lt;br /&gt;No one will see&lt;br /&gt;What happened to you&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its just me&lt;br /&gt;But that cant be true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant you feel it deep in the fire&lt;br /&gt;You just cant steal it your bound with wire&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to picture it deep in myself&lt;br /&gt;It seems Ive fractured it all by myself&lt;br /&gt;Oh i have fallen to a place i cant recognize&lt;br /&gt;I see myself but i still dont realize&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they will hang me to be crucified&lt;br /&gt;Hearing everything someone has lied&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5787841666767957038-1775413544459508677?l=thedepthsofmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedepthsofmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/1775413544459508677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787841666767957038&amp;postID=1775413544459508677' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787841666767957038/posts/default/1775413544459508677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787841666767957038/posts/default/1775413544459508677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedepthsofmybrain.blogspot.com/2009/01/cant-you-feel-it-song.html' title='Cant you feel it (song)'/><author><name>Ben_Groter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14949055648851198236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787841666767957038.post-835032211494286926</id><published>2009-01-06T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T08:07:04.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Close</title><content type='html'>What you want&lt;br /&gt;What you get&lt;br /&gt;All used up&lt;br /&gt;This isn't a bet&lt;br /&gt;Break a sweat&lt;br /&gt;Down the face&lt;br /&gt;Claw the back&lt;br /&gt;At the same pace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the pressure deep down in&lt;br /&gt;Pulling tight and heavy breaths begin&lt;br /&gt;My mouth begins to let out sounds&lt;br /&gt;But you scream the loudest sounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold you down&lt;br /&gt;Down on your back&lt;br /&gt;Pushed in tight&lt;br /&gt;Ill try not to crack&lt;br /&gt;I feel the heat&lt;br /&gt;Down in your chest&lt;br /&gt;Your pushed against me&lt;br /&gt;But i cant rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the pressure deep down in&lt;br /&gt;Pulling tight and heavy breaths begin&lt;br /&gt;My mouth begins to let out sounds&lt;br /&gt;But you scream the loudest sounds&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5787841666767957038-835032211494286926?l=thedepthsofmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedepthsofmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/835032211494286926/comments/default' title='Post 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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-5787841666767957038.post-8057737681512042889</id><published>2008-02-18T02:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T02:24:16.641-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cant you feel It?</title><content type='html'>In all time, and in all places. No one will see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5787841666767957038-8057737681512042889?l=thedepthsofmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedepthsofmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/8057737681512042889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787841666767957038&amp;postID=8057737681512042889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787841666767957038/posts/default/8057737681512042889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787841666767957038/posts/default/8057737681512042889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedepthsofmybrain.blogspot.com/2008/02/cant-you-feel-it.html' title='Cant you feel It?'/><author><name>Ben_Groter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14949055648851198236</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>
