<?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-8666420381746299168</id><updated>2011-08-03T09:04:22.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Steps To The End...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://20stepstotheend.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666420381746299168/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20stepstotheend.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stu VM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_61U85NIEzBc/SYlVikdufiI/AAAAAAAAABk/hIvUAgLx104/S220/beer.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666420381746299168.post-1608551391862194416</id><published>2010-06-29T02:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T02:42:57.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life in fear</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;who ever said 'love' was the strongest of human feelings was lying. the world today is more like a kingdom of fear. from an early age it is instilled in us. it is the most basic of tactics we use in day to day life to take control of something. the brave who can find the courage to stand up to it will either come home victorious or be licking their wounds the next day. its a risk some of us are willing to take. maybe its time for more of us to take this chance as well, what have we got to lose anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;it can be sad to think that in what is known as a "free world" we still have to live in fear in our day to day lives. for what? to keep us under control of course. terrorism is the favourite one that is liked to be used against us by the same ruling tyrants who are trying to "protect" us. it seems to be working a dream for them so no point in stopping now. every so often we are reminded of this fear to keep us in check. always told that something "could" happen at any time. sure it may happen one day but is it really anyway to live our lives? what ever happened to enjoying life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;everyone one of us is guilty of using this against someone at some stage in life to get what we want. why? cause it works and if it works so well why stop using it? do we fear that we will happen if we lose the power? will someone else rise up and take our spot? most are to afraid to find out. no one wants to be on the bottom of the totem pole now do they. yet most of us are and&amp;nbsp;haven't&amp;nbsp;even&amp;nbsp;realized&amp;nbsp;it yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;some of us are suckered in by stories from old books. how these old stories will ever save/show people how to live in this modern world is beyond me. the power mongers who use these books pray on the weak minded sheep often using the fear of the end and whats next (if anything at all) to control those who listen and&amp;nbsp;are suckered in.&amp;nbsp;it would be a sad way to live, spending a life on your knees preaching like a young actress does in the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;San Fernando valley does preaching to cock. fuck i hope its worth it for them in the end and they get a&amp;nbsp;courtesy&amp;nbsp;reach around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;the ones who suffer the most are those who never wake up to reality. living a life in total darkness. judgement clouded for all eternity or maybe they are the lucky ones. if they have no idea what is going on around them, then maybe they are able to live a peaceful life. what would you rather knowing or not knowing? or is freedom knowing what we know about the real world. if so then it really might just be hell on earth and all the devils are here already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666420381746299168-1608551391862194416?l=20stepstotheend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://20stepstotheend.blogspot.com/feeds/1608551391862194416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://20stepstotheend.blogspot.com/2010/06/life-in-fear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666420381746299168/posts/default/1608551391862194416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666420381746299168/posts/default/1608551391862194416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20stepstotheend.blogspot.com/2010/06/life-in-fear.html' title='life in fear'/><author><name>Stu VM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_61U85NIEzBc/SYlVikdufiI/AAAAAAAAABk/hIvUAgLx104/S220/beer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666420381746299168.post-8175342872163522415</id><published>2010-06-19T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T19:06:18.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time, regret and reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;our compasses have broken. there is not a lot that shows us the path to take in the world anymore. we are all told from a young age that we have to strive to achieve. to be the best and to get ahead. what for? what benefits are there? a "good" job that pays well BUT are we happy in that job?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;while the sloths of our society lay around waiting for the hand outs the beavers are busy competing like rats in a race. which is the better life to have? being happy with nothing to show for or unhappy with a lot to show? laziness can be like a cancer that once consumed by can be not an easy feat to break away from. while at the same time we may never know how to spend our time doing nothing at all after we finish running like the headless chicken at the farm. for some having their asses wiped for them is the way to live. waiting for the world to come to them like a date that stood you up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the wake up call of reality will be like the new years day hang over full of regret when it comes knocking. the day you realize your life was wasted by either doing nothing at all or spending all your time doing too much. would you rather be laying on your death bed wishing you spent more time enjoying your life or earning more in some "respectable" soul stealing job. the only thing we have at the end is our memories. what will yours be?&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/8666420381746299168-8175342872163522415?l=20stepstotheend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://20stepstotheend.blogspot.com/feeds/8175342872163522415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://20stepstotheend.blogspot.com/2010/06/time-regret-and-reality.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666420381746299168/posts/default/8175342872163522415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666420381746299168/posts/default/8175342872163522415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20stepstotheend.blogspot.com/2010/06/time-regret-and-reality.html' title='time, regret and reality'/><author><name>Stu VM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_61U85NIEzBc/SYlVikdufiI/AAAAAAAAABk/hIvUAgLx104/S220/beer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666420381746299168.post-7095020674616344694</id><published>2010-06-16T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T15:16:15.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how did we get here</title><content type='html'>high school never ended, it only got bigger. the face of the classroom has changed and the teachers have checked out. class is never in and we are never learning. the only thing that remains is the way we act and try to get ahead by any means possible. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how can an ape stand out in this jungle? the better question is why would an ape want to stand out here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;flash floods has taken the center of the city under water. this could be the cleansing society needs. wash away the scum of society into the drain and give us a chance to move forward. one can only dream of such a miracle. as the peasant panic from small amounts of water over flowing the drains social internet sites also begin to flood. the news reshits itself over and over like a broken record, these are the ones the flood should wash away first. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;while the glass of scotch slowly drains away like the water in down town im left wondering is it all really worth it. the ones who are screaming out the most on facebook are the ones who are the most alone. if the legions of sheep following them aren't making comment on their shallow lives they fear they will fade away. should someone tell them that in 50-100yrs after their death no one will no their name or remember them? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its unclear to know what would be the sadder life. being the one screaming out for petty attention or the sheep giving it up like a slut on prom night. these self proclaimed tyrants manipulate legions of mindless drones. feeding off the attention given to them like a succubus. insecurities are sprawled out day in and day out with no thought of how vulnerable they are. this would be the perfect hunting ground for hungry vultures, picking away at the carcass on the desert floor. sparing nothing for the next hungry animal in this social jungle we find our self in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the end we all die alone. so rather then wasting time living how the jungle wants us to live why don't we live free like the lucky few who have found the long lost tropical oasis of happiness...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666420381746299168-7095020674616344694?l=20stepstotheend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://20stepstotheend.blogspot.com/feeds/7095020674616344694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://20stepstotheend.blogspot.com/2010/06/how-did-we-get-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666420381746299168/posts/default/7095020674616344694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666420381746299168/posts/default/7095020674616344694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20stepstotheend.blogspot.com/2010/06/how-did-we-get-here.html' title='how did we get here'/><author><name>Stu VM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_61U85NIEzBc/SYlVikdufiI/AAAAAAAAABk/hIvUAgLx104/S220/beer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
