<?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-6159937355705855623</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:05:00.495-07:00</updated><category term='music'/><category term='rambling'/><category term='hollywood undead'/><category term='stuff'/><title type='text'>Caring Is Creepy</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearebrokendear.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6159937355705855623/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearebrokendear.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Don't Kill the Messenger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848542012196421887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hvgjpVoFHPI/SMAPzpLAacI/AAAAAAAAAAg/jVUjaIdV3KY/S220/6.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6159937355705855623.post-7985969325495629641</id><published>2008-09-22T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T21:15:04.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Which Vampire Clan Would I Be From?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your result for Which Vampire the Masquerade Clan Are You?...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h4&gt;The Necromancers {Giovanni}&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;p&gt;6 Assamite,  1 Brujah,  5 Gangrel,  2 Malkavian,  7 Nosferatu,  5 Toreador,  6 Tremere,  5 Ventrue,  6 Lasombra,  6 Tzimisce,  7 Setites,  8 Giovanni and  0 Ravnos!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#808080;"&gt;The ever genteel Giovanni clan have the dark ability to control the dead. They are not reviled by the other clans but they are given plenty of room in which to operate. All Giovanni clan members are members of an old Italian family that, over the years, has only turned family members. They behave much like the modern day mob, raising the interest that the 20's and 30's mafia gained. The Giovanni are one of the wealthiest and most powerful clans during modern nights. They are interested in knoweldge and not just that of the arcane. The Giovanni are not involved in the wars the other clans wage on one another. They are quietly waiting in the wings, amassing their assets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#808080;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For you to be a Giovanni means that you come naturally to power. You have a few rough edges but you are very presentable and respectible. You enjoy controlling others and controlling every aspect of your life. You are loyal to your family and your clan. You possess "good old fashioned Italian mafioso" values. In lamens terms, inf anyone gets in your way, they may have an accident which is fine by you because they are worth as much to you dead as they are undead.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.helloquizzy.com/tests/which-vampire-the-masquerade-clan-are-you"&gt;Take Which Vampire the Masquerade Clan Are You?&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.helloquizzy.com/"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#131313"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ac000c"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;ello&lt;span style="color:#ac000c"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;uizzy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just goes to show ya - I'm pretty hood man :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6159937355705855623-7985969325495629641?l=wearebrokendear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearebrokendear.blogspot.com/feeds/7985969325495629641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6159937355705855623&amp;postID=7985969325495629641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6159937355705855623/posts/default/7985969325495629641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6159937355705855623/posts/default/7985969325495629641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearebrokendear.blogspot.com/2008/09/which-vampire-clan-would-i-be-from.html' title='Which Vampire Clan Would I Be From?'/><author><name>Don't Kill the Messenger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848542012196421887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hvgjpVoFHPI/SMAPzpLAacI/AAAAAAAAAAg/jVUjaIdV3KY/S220/6.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6159937355705855623.post-4942929298517214758</id><published>2008-09-04T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T20:36:04.895-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hollywood undead'/><title type='text'>More Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"I see the children in the rain like the parade before the pain. I see the love, I see the hate, I see this world that we can make. I see the life, I see the sky, Give it all to see you fly. Yes, we wave this flag of hatred, but you're the ones who made it&lt;br /&gt;Watch the beauty of all our lies passing right before my eyes. I hear the hate in all your words. all the wars to make us hurt. We get so sick of so sick, we never wanted all this. Medication for the kids with no reason to live."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm obsessed with yet another new band - I guess they were/are really popular with the 'myspace' crowed. But I've been so out of the loop with all of that stuff lately that I'm surprised that I still have five hundred and something friends. I mean if I were them I would have deleted me :lol: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just really like their style, they are different, and ear catching. I'm pretty sure most people probably are drawn to them because of the masks they wear and such, but for me it was their music. But I'm not really in much of a blabbing mood so I'll just post a video - and let you know that more of their songs are on the playlist on my page. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/38nKnOvYqyg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/38nKnOvYqyg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6159937355705855623-4942929298517214758?l=wearebrokendear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearebrokendear.blogspot.com/feeds/4942929298517214758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6159937355705855623&amp;postID=4942929298517214758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6159937355705855623/posts/default/4942929298517214758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6159937355705855623/posts/default/4942929298517214758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearebrokendear.blogspot.com/2008/09/more-music.html' title='More Music'/><author><name>Don't Kill the Messenger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848542012196421887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hvgjpVoFHPI/SMAPzpLAacI/AAAAAAAAAAg/jVUjaIdV3KY/S220/6.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6159937355705855623.post-5035094619892610476</id><published>2008-08-21T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T09:42:12.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Song Love</title><content type='html'>I might do this once in awhile - just post random song lyrics that I find amazing or that I just plain old can't get out of my head :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mozella - Light Years Away&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost like you had it planned&lt;br /&gt;It's like you smiled and shook my hand and said&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, I'm about to screw you over, big time"&lt;br /&gt;And what was I supposed to do?&lt;br /&gt;I was stuck in between you and a hard place&lt;br /&gt;We won't talk about the hard place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't blame you anymore&lt;br /&gt;That's too much pain to store&lt;br /&gt;It left me half dead&lt;br /&gt;Inside my head&lt;br /&gt;And boy, looking back I see&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the girl I used to be&lt;br /&gt;When I lost my mind&lt;br /&gt;It saved my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's how you wanted it to be&lt;br /&gt;It's like you played a joke on me&lt;br /&gt;And I lost a friend&lt;br /&gt;In the end&lt;br /&gt;And I think that I cried for days&lt;br /&gt;But now that seems light years away&lt;br /&gt;And I'm never going back&lt;br /&gt;To who I was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't blame you anymore&lt;br /&gt;That's too much pain to store&lt;br /&gt;It left me half dead&lt;br /&gt;Inside my head&lt;br /&gt;And boy, looking back I see&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the girl I used to be&lt;br /&gt;When I lost my mind&lt;br /&gt;It saved my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that I cried for days&lt;br /&gt;But now that seems light years away&lt;br /&gt;And I'm never going back&lt;br /&gt;To who I was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't blame you anymore&lt;br /&gt;That's too much pain to store&lt;br /&gt;It left me half dead&lt;br /&gt;Inside my head&lt;br /&gt;And boy, looking back I see&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the girl I used to be&lt;br /&gt;When I lost my mind&lt;br /&gt;It saved my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That life seems like light years away&lt;br /&gt;Light years away&lt;br /&gt;And that life seems like light years away&lt;br /&gt;Light years away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6159937355705855623-5035094619892610476?l=wearebrokendear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearebrokendear.blogspot.com/feeds/5035094619892610476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6159937355705855623&amp;postID=5035094619892610476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6159937355705855623/posts/default/5035094619892610476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6159937355705855623/posts/default/5035094619892610476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearebrokendear.blogspot.com/2008/08/song-love.html' title='Song Love'/><author><name>Don't Kill the Messenger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848542012196421887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hvgjpVoFHPI/SMAPzpLAacI/AAAAAAAAAAg/jVUjaIdV3KY/S220/6.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6159937355705855623.post-895460516770399272</id><published>2008-07-22T23:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T23:49:05.172-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuff'/><title type='text'>Only Because She Has Suffered</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;To start things off - since I'm new to this world - I'm going to just make a random post *nods* &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;'Stronger Than Her Pain' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Is it just me, or is it odd how much a song can weave and work its way into your life? Like there are songs that I hear that when I hear them it reminds me of something, or someone. I mean the first time you hear the song you don't think, OMG this song will always remind me of this place or this person, it just sort of happens. Personally I can't help but be constantly amazed by how much music changes and influences everything in my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Like if I'm having a bad day and I just need to think and be completely consumed by an emotion I can put on a song that I relate to that moment or that feeling. And for some reason when that song comes on it just seems to describe and say everything that I'm feeling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;'The questions asked in order, to save her life or take it. The answer 'no' to avoid death. The answer 'yes' would make it, make it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Perfect love kills all fear, rejoice in it's deliverance."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Pull me out from inside." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Just simple lines from different songs can just relate to so much, and also can cause you to think so much more than you thought that one simple statement ever could. Like the rest of the lyrics and song could mean absolutely nothing, but if it has that one line that grabs your attention it was worth you listening to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"I am outside, and I've been waiting for the sun. With my wide eyes, I've seen worlds that don't belong. My mouth is dry, with words I can not verbalize. Tell me why we live like this." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;As I grow and change I know that regardless of anything else in this life, I will always have my music. It will never leave me, or hurt me purposefully. In more ways than one I'm in love with music, it's my strength when I need it. It's my shoulder to cry on when I'm sad, it helps me vent my anger when I'm mad. In some messed up way it makes living life day to day bearable  and worth wild. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Cause we are broken. What must we do to restore, our innocence."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6159937355705855623-895460516770399272?l=wearebrokendear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearebrokendear.blogspot.com/feeds/895460516770399272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6159937355705855623&amp;postID=895460516770399272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6159937355705855623/posts/default/895460516770399272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6159937355705855623/posts/default/895460516770399272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearebrokendear.blogspot.com/2008/07/only-because-she-has-suffered.html' title='Only Because She Has Suffered'/><author><name>Don't Kill the Messenger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848542012196421887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hvgjpVoFHPI/SMAPzpLAacI/AAAAAAAAAAg/jVUjaIdV3KY/S220/6.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
