﻿<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[NYsoutherner's BLOG]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/shakesnsluts/</link><description><![CDATA[]]></description><language>en-us</language><copyright>bitcomet.com</copyright><pubDate>Fri, 10 Oct 2008 15:52:23 GMT</pubDate><lastBuildDate>Fri, 10 Oct 2008 15:52:23 GMT</lastBuildDate><generator>bitcomet.com</generator><docs>http://cyber.law.harvard.edu/rss/rss.html</docs><ttl>30</ttl><item><title><![CDATA[Personal]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/shakesnsluts/post_69580/</link><description><![CDATA[<p>
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<font face="courier new" size="3">While Karl Marx appointed in his creed that capitalism was a self-destructive government; how socialism was elitist...and democracy was the costume of corporations---he failed to realize the true basis of human nature. </font> </p> <p>
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<font face="Courier New" size="3">Alot of us have grown accustomed to our everyday lives. We watch the news, tragedies and miracles as any spectator would; unaffected, and with a bag of popcorn. We've grown so cold, and numb with every little lie, or propaganda the visuals&nbsp;feed us as we switch on that blinking box.</font> </p> <p>
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<font face="Courier New" size="3">I think deep down inside, most of us realize that. Is the neighbor that important anymore? Is seeing you through me the point? When was the last time you saw someone give another man help as his car stood broken in the highway?</font> </p> <p>
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<font face="Courier New" size="3">Every car rushing by, every vehicle a different story--an alien book. What we fail to realize is the fabric of it all. We are all different, but what makes us equal isn't the cosmic......</font></p>]]></description><author>NYsoutherner (Hernan)</author><pubDate>Fri, 10 Oct 2008 15:52:23 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[It's Back]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/shakesnsluts/post_69578/</link><description><![CDATA[<p>
Watching the DOW going down by extreme points everyday, bring some unsettling mist upon the air. Being 22, my perspective of economics is having the funds to buy clothing, records, and vices. So I've made my own 'Survivors' list, in case another depression is at hand. 
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1) Buy tons of ramen noodles at Costco
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2) Learn to cut your own hair
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3) Buy candles, in case PSE&amp;G shut the electric off
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4) Get yourself a shotgun, everyone's got one
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5) Go to Delaware, and buy cartons of cigarettes
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6) Lose alot of weight, so your stomach shrinks, and you ration on the ramen
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7) Find yourself a lover; someone to spend these tough times with
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8) Move back with your parents, and leech off their savings
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9) Stock up on lube, and graphic magazines for a bedtime treat
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10) Ask your therapist to give you pills to make those voices go away
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11) Start your own business as a cat walker.
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12) Drink alot of alcohol
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13) Don't be afraid of eating possum stew......</p>]]></description><author>NYsoutherner (Hernan)</author><pubDate>Fri, 10 Oct 2008 15:33:12 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[The End Result of Null]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/shakesnsluts/post_69144/</link><description><![CDATA[<p>
<font face="courier new" size="4">Hours and minutes later, I had decided that I had been looping on downloading albums, and filthy movies...and doing triangular circles around the media player settings, and computer device manage--looping enough to do nothing at all today. What was supposed to be fun, and perhaps include a happy ending, turned out to be a day of staring at the ceiling, and having extreme fits of paranoia.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</font>
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<font face="Courier New" size="4">But that's all fun and games. What's worse is that the albums, and the fucking movies that took me hours to download, aren't even amateur in nature----the music sucks, and the moaning coupled by the looking at the camera man and winking of the eye made me shit myself, of the food I haven't eaten in three days.</font>
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&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<font face="Courier New" size="4">However, I did find my Playboy hat I was looking for!&nbsp; :-D&nbsp;&nbsp; </font>
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