<?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-3271686643269933065</id><updated>2011-07-07T22:17:20.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Starfighterjesus</title><subtitle type='html'>Science Fiction
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In 2070 fuel was discovered on Ceres, the largest body in the Asteroid belt. Within 7 years the United Earth Defense Force built a massive fleet to protect the Earth and it's colonies. All was well.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On October 15, 2077 listening post Omega-7 orbiting Charon, the moon of pluto, sitting out at the farthest reaches of our solar system for years just listening finally picked up a signal. The message was relayed back to Earth. No contact was ever re-established with the station. The crew of 3 men and 2 woman was presumed lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On October 23, 2077 the first bombs fell to Earth. The name of the enemy or the reason for aggression was not established. The UEDF was split, to protect the Earth and all of it's history and Ceres, the new source of humanities lifeblood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 23- December 24 2077 The enemy began systematically wiping out every trace of humanity in the solar system except it's last two citadels of Earth and Ceres. The morning of December 24th Christmas eve, Luna colony was overrun, all 10 million residents, and 200,000 space marines were lost. The citizens of Earth could see the moon burn from their homes. At 11:59 pm the assault on Earth began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 25 2077 A man fell to Earth.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Matt V&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3271686643269933065-8527906069931009165?l=sfjesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfjesus.blogspot.com/feeds/8527906069931009165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271686643269933065&amp;postID=8527906069931009165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271686643269933065/posts/default/8527906069931009165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271686643269933065/posts/default/8527906069931009165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfjesus.blogspot.com/2009/09/it-begins.html' title='It begins...'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09284089570618646641</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/_eeJaFfWd30s/SbF-t28KlkI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ngE-SOKpTo8/S220/l_b42ae1f474299834a824e23af97a78fd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271686643269933065.post-2469254865002062021</id><published>2008-07-07T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:19:00.032-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wangan Midnight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eeJaFfWd30s/SHKjiqhqOAI/AAAAAAAAAAU/rHDyia6O91Q/s1600-h/A4562-42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eeJaFfWd30s/SHKjiqhqOAI/AAAAAAAAAAU/rHDyia6O91Q/s320/A4562-42.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220414734002173954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently i found out about this Anime/ manga Wangan Midnight, its about the street racing or more or less racing on a the highways of Japan. It kind of interesting, it centered around this one car called the devil z. A Fairlady Z (S30), and this car has a lot of history, some grueling history that is. For all the previous drivers of the car were severely injured or even died in accidents involving the car. Like the car was rejecting the drivers, like they weren't suited to drive her. But eventually Akio, a male high school student finds her, and buys her, and then the story gets even more interesting when the car seems to take a liking to this driver and the crazy races that take place on the Wangan. So that's where the show take's off. So if your into racing or even just like watching cars race on tv, check out Wangan Midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wangan_Midnight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3271686643269933065-2469254865002062021?l=sfjesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfjesus.blogspot.com/feeds/2469254865002062021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271686643269933065&amp;postID=2469254865002062021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271686643269933065/posts/default/2469254865002062021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271686643269933065/posts/default/2469254865002062021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfjesus.blogspot.com/2008/07/wangan-midnight.html' title='Wangan Midnight'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09284089570618646641</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/_eeJaFfWd30s/SbF-t28KlkI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ngE-SOKpTo8/S220/l_b42ae1f474299834a824e23af97a78fd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eeJaFfWd30s/SHKjiqhqOAI/AAAAAAAAAAU/rHDyia6O91Q/s72-c/A4562-42.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271686643269933065.post-7214369658138667773</id><published>2008-03-11T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T06:57:02.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mass Effect se,xbox bs</title><content type='html'>well i was talking to a co worker and he said fox news did a tid bit on the new rpg for the 360 Mass Effect, showing off how the game offers a sexual feature, well, i found the video i think the woman int eh video doesnt understand the concept of the game and its m rating, and may of u know the game fable had a similar feature, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H0kdm7fg804"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H0kdm7fg804" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/3271686643269933065-7214369658138667773?l=sfjesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfjesus.blogspot.com/feeds/7214369658138667773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271686643269933065&amp;postID=7214369658138667773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271686643269933065/posts/default/7214369658138667773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271686643269933065/posts/default/7214369658138667773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfjesus.blogspot.com/2008/03/mass-effect-sexbox-bs.html' title='Mass Effect se,xbox bs'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09284089570618646641</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/_eeJaFfWd30s/SbF-t28KlkI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ngE-SOKpTo8/S220/l_b42ae1f474299834a824e23af97a78fd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271686643269933065.post-4770238332192543585</id><published>2007-11-30T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T10:39:13.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brain Dead Part Four</title><content type='html'>This the last part of the brain dead main series i made from 2 years ago, so the story is kind of incomplete, I'm swamped with work now so i don't know if I'll ever complete it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b255/Quamer/176149main_F-Black-planet-artist-51.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b255/Quamer/176149main_F-Black-planet-artist-51.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 4----------A ride to class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I awoke the next morning to the smell of ash, i smelled it because my mom must have left my window open, and when the mills started up all that ashy smoke that was left in the stacks over night was blown out over the valley. And the ashy air was blowing in the house. Hurry up or you'll be late for the bus, So i grabbed some dehydrate milk and some foamas, Fomas was this meat wrapped in some dough pushed into a pop-up can, it was tasty but safe to eat. I arrived at the stop just in time as the bus was arriving. I saw that Toun had waited up for me. Toun was one of my 3 best friends in the valley and there probably my only friends on Tar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you hear what happened in the Hills last night, said Toun. Yeah it was great i replied. (Toun chuckled) I knew it was you, Awesome. That George kid was annoying, but as the patrol was arriving, something was strange. What, said Toun, one of the Patrol crafts looked different. A new model said Toun. Yeah something like that. But what the pilots were wearing was strange, the pilots had a red jumpsuit and a helmet covered in a white clothe. Almost like, pieces of a bed sheet. And 1 of them had a huge white robe on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do u think it was Confedrines? Said Toun, Its impossible, they live like really far away on planet Condeal, i replied. You mean 7 light years away, blurted out Bob, Bob was my sisters best friend. I hear they just finished work on the Jump-Gate, said Bob. The Jump-Gate , i replied. The jump Gate is used for quick travel from planet to planet it was constructed for transporting supplies to the troops in the war. And now lots of other beings from other planets are using it for bartering at are planet. So well see a lot of new people here soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn I said, Sooooooooo...hey i get my pilot license soon, so have fun on the bus Bob, me and Toun wont have to wake up so early for school, fuck you buddy and your friend i just gave you all this information for this bullshit. ha, i replied the bus entered Section 8, to pick up the riches. Riches are people whose parents buy them everything they want.  They smell of perfumes and rich breakfast's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3271686643269933065-4770238332192543585?l=sfjesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfjesus.blogspot.com/feeds/4770238332192543585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271686643269933065&amp;postID=4770238332192543585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271686643269933065/posts/default/4770238332192543585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271686643269933065/posts/default/4770238332192543585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfjesus.blogspot.com/2007/11/brain-dead-part-four.html' title='Brain Dead Part Four'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09284089570618646641</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/_eeJaFfWd30s/SbF-t28KlkI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ngE-SOKpTo8/S220/l_b42ae1f474299834a824e23af97a78fd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271686643269933065.post-5478434366285519952</id><published>2007-11-28T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:19:00.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brain Dead Part Three</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eeJaFfWd30s/R012-KFxbtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bb39QGTMa4U/s1600-h/933051_20060509_screen003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eeJaFfWd30s/R012-KFxbtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bb39QGTMa4U/s320/933051_20060509_screen003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137893560132136658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part Three-   "The Taranian War"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As night fell that evening, there was a report on the television that a 17 year old boys body was found face down in a pool of blood. In the Hills earlier today. The cause of death was unknown the only things they found weird on the boys it looked like he gave birth to a about 100 fly's, that exploded out of his stomach. The said it was the weirdest thing they've ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Year 2 in the Taranian War, Father was doing alright. He wrote to us to tell it was scary at times and quiet a lot, the worst thing that happened so far was he was stairing up at planet Tar, wishing he could return home, when a Man coming down in a drop box pod was hit by debris coming from and exploding atmosphere turret. The warm piece of metal cut through the box like butter, and the the man inside of course. The heat of the metal caused the ammo in his gun to ignite and explode. His body blew up like a firecrem on Presidents day. His head landed right in front of Squad. Frenkens vomited at the site of the burnt foaming head, looks like he doesn't need a medic anymore, James said. James Shut the fuck up and keep your eye in that scope, if we die its ur fault, replied Mansen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father also wrote one of the battleships crashed into one of the platforms hovering the planet. Completely disrupting its gravity force stabilizers. Causing it to plunge to the surface. Due to the amount of force on the platform, it crashed straight to the underground caves beneath the planets surface. He told Me that Planet Killawe was composed of thousands of cave systems beneath the planets surface. They lost a lot of soldiers and Vehicles the a day. Luckily they came across an abandon Archer Miner. Archer Miners are Massive 8 Person Digging device used when Killawe had discovered Plasma Crystals in one of the caves. It was Armed With three crystal cutters, one diamond line grappling device, and one targeting device. They used the targeting device to activate one of the four ion satellites in the squadrant. their AI systems are so out of date that a Ligin baby could hack one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all my father wrote I stuck the letter in my back pocket and went to my room for a few minutes and then returned to the dining room to eat dinner. Mom asked Me and Rackle so how was school. Rackle said, the same as it always fucking is, Fucking sucks. OOO watch your tongue young lady, sorry mom, replied Rackle. How bout you son  how was your day, It was alright mom, well thats nice said mother. Ready for your drivers license test tomorrow, yea actually I'm looking forward to it, I said. 3:09 right, Why the fuck would they make it 3:09 said Rackle, why don't they make it 3:10. I don't know actually I don't really care as long as I get it over with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3271686643269933065-5478434366285519952?l=sfjesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfjesus.blogspot.com/feeds/5478434366285519952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271686643269933065&amp;postID=5478434366285519952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271686643269933065/posts/default/5478434366285519952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271686643269933065/posts/default/5478434366285519952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfjesus.blogspot.com/2007/11/brain-dead-part-three.html' title='Brain Dead Part Three'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09284089570618646641</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/_eeJaFfWd30s/SbF-t28KlkI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ngE-SOKpTo8/S220/l_b42ae1f474299834a824e23af97a78fd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eeJaFfWd30s/R012-KFxbtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bb39QGTMa4U/s72-c/933051_20060509_screen003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271686643269933065.post-4906643993190466178</id><published>2007-11-26T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T12:58:54.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brain Dead Part Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://p5.xanga.com/57/ee/57ee8d6fec2f8dd4c6b610b4ca73c4cf20851672.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://p5.xanga.com/57/ee/57ee8d6fec2f8dd4c6b610b4ca73c4cf20851672.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part two-   "Maggots"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys holding me suddenly loosened up, what did u do to him? Joe , man u alright. Joey not saying a word wrapped his arms around his belly, like he had a stomach ache. mmmmmmm, he mumbled, i said "what does it hurt". No you feel my pain, my left foot isn't missing for no reason, now is it. Well, shut up dude what the hell did u do to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hes bleeding bad, we need to get him to a hospital quick. Hey!, where do u think your going said Jon. I replied home, I need to be home in time for supper. Greg make sure he doesn't leave. Greg was the fourth boy in their gang, he had some muscles on him. But the wasn't to bright. He only knew what people told him, if u spoke to him with hard words he would get confused and hit himself in the head. So hard that u would think he would be unconscious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey was bleeding bad, the spike wasn't in him, because i had removed it quickly so it wouldn't be stained. Greg grabbed my arm and i took my lighter and burned right that instant.  he yelled out,"Fuck". What said Clyde, He burned me with fire, replied Greg. Whats your problem man, first u make joey bleed and then u burn Greg,What the fuck man. And what is with the maggots. I said "whats the problem, whats the problem, its fuckers like you who don't give a good god damn about people that aren't cool like you. You do whatever the fuck you want and mess with their private lives. While the fucking war is happening and you don't care because our area isn't effected by the war, yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taran Soldiers are fighting for their lives and u don't care".It was silent in the street then Greg said "what do u mean yet". You don't know i replied the war is moving we could be hit from the debris hitting the planet during explosions form parts of the fleet ships Exploding from atmosphere turrets breaking their shields. haven't u been watching the news. Why do you care so much, said Clyde. Because his fathers involved in the war, said Jon. What is he a soldier, I think hes a field medic said Jon. Field medic, HA! what a stupid job. It isn't stupid i replied, at least he fighting for the area, unlike your father who has sex with hookers and does drugs behind a dumpster at his job while hes on lunch break. Well at least he, umm..I don't know, but at least he wont die in the war like your father, because hes not in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You shut your mouth. Joey fell to the ground as pool of blood surrounded him, look u were so busy making jokes u forgot about your friend and now hes dead, do to blood loss. Shut up hes just sleeping, Hes not sleeping, said Jon. We could here sirens in the distant and a big stream of light from the tree tops. Patrol Police, lets get out of here, what about Joey, Leave him said Clyde, But hes your friend u cant just leave him, its his ass or ours. Don't worry he'll get help when they find. When the boys left quickly scooped up the maggots that haven't squirmed away already. And put them into Joey's wound. And quickly ran away into the woods as I ran i could hear the hovering roar of the patrol scouts landing the sound of the engine thundering in the echo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be continued&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3271686643269933065-4906643993190466178?l=sfjesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfjesus.blogspot.com/feeds/4906643993190466178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271686643269933065&amp;postID=4906643993190466178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271686643269933065/posts/default/4906643993190466178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271686643269933065/posts/default/4906643993190466178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfjesus.blogspot.com/2007/11/brain-dead-part-two.html' title='Brain Dead Part Two'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09284089570618646641</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/_eeJaFfWd30s/SbF-t28KlkI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ngE-SOKpTo8/S220/l_b42ae1f474299834a824e23af97a78fd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271686643269933065.post-7123917798682966816</id><published>2007-11-22T14:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T15:07:11.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gundam 00</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b255/Quamer/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b255/Quamer/12.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i just finished watching the first 6 episodes of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gundam&lt;/span&gt; 00, &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt; have to say its kind of interesting. The plot is kind how our world is heading(minus &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; whole mobile suit thing), the Earth has depleted of all its natural resources. And they were forced to make giant orbital elevators, and at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; top of each elevator is 3 Solar collectors giving the world a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;infinite&lt;/span&gt; amount of energy. But certain nations are fighting over certain area of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; world, when suddenly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; new group of rebels or a new sort of union. Under the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;name&lt;/span&gt; Celestial Being, using 4 New Mobile Suits, They are called the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Gundam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Meisters&lt;/span&gt;, they also &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; a feed of video from a man who wants to but a new plan into motion. He will use &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Gundam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Meisters&lt;/span&gt; to rid the world of war. Later we find out the certain man who created Celestial Being died over one hundreds years ago. They made their first appearance &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;at a&lt;/span&gt; viewing of a new Mobile Suit concept at a military base, and totally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;destroyed&lt;/span&gt; the new prototype, Celestial Being managed to stop a small uprising of rebels on an island somewhere, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt; believed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; they could actually stop all the wars like they said they were going to do. But when they fight enemies in the air they fall to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; ground in different ground crushing many homes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;buildings&lt;/span&gt; killing even more people, plus killing the soldiers in battle the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;casualties&lt;/span&gt; are stacking up, and now terrorists are starting to take advantage of Celestial Being disrupting the world affairs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; are now bombing certain areas all over the world. And they are threatening to make more attacks if Celestial Being but a halt to their current plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its kind of like and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;exaggerated&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;form&lt;/span&gt; of world war, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; huge elevators connected to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;earth&lt;/span&gt; to supply power to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; world, and their all fighting of control &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;ect&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3271686643269933065-7123917798682966816?l=sfjesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfjesus.blogspot.com/feeds/7123917798682966816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271686643269933065&amp;postID=7123917798682966816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271686643269933065/posts/default/7123917798682966816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271686643269933065/posts/default/7123917798682966816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfjesus.blogspot.com/2007/11/gundam-00.html' title='Gundam 00'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09284089570618646641</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/_eeJaFfWd30s/SbF-t28KlkI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ngE-SOKpTo8/S220/l_b42ae1f474299834a824e23af97a78fd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271686643269933065.post-4991795920123745461</id><published>2007-11-22T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T05:55:32.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short stories from college</title><content type='html'>Well, today i was cleaning through my room looking for some old comics when i came across the flash drive i used for writing in college, so i plugged it in and found a whole bunch of short stories i made when i was trying to pass the time in class. Heres some of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backwards Sports&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people in my graduating class weren’t very considerate of others thinking only of themselves and their well beings. I took things into my own jurisdiction. By converting their thoughts and feeling into a series of horrible events on their own behalf. &lt;example&gt; was a well liked suitor among the football critics of my senior class. He was well known for his big stature, and a hot arm for earning points in the final games of the season. He had all the beautiful girls after him, but certain people that acknowledged him and talked nice to him weren’t treated well back. Most of the time they were yelled at for being non-active in the sport world, or were cussed at for being a little different. I wasn’t one of the ones that was cussed or yelled at. I simply didn’t acknowledge them at all. I just observed certain situation that I thought could have been resolved differently. For years I would stifle and think why these events were so irrelevant to the main problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Mayonnaise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end sequence was so clear now I know what he did to solve the puzzle.&lt;br /&gt;As I walked through the halls of the school doing my final rounds of the night I stumbled upon a glass of water sitting in the middle of the commons. I didn’t see this before I said to myself. I slowly walked over to the glass filled with liquid. It has to be water what else it looked so clear it sparkled as the light from the halls reflected on the glass. I reached down to pick it up then suddenly I heard a noise. I turned around there stood a little boy. Could you please bring my water to my bed I’m having trouble falling asleep. Why would this water in the middle of the hall be yours, I asked. Because I set it there for a second while I used the bathroom, the boy replied. But all the bathrooms are locked, I said. Not the one in the locker room he said. Sure enough I almost forgot to lock the doors to the gym. You want to see the bathrooms the boy said, no I know what they look like I just have to lock it up now, and call the police to find out who your parents are. The boy disappeared right in front of my eyes, no turning around then he’s gone, nope, none of that just a vanishing child. As I walked to the gym I thought to of why the coach didn’t lock it himself. Then I remembered there was late basketball practice tonight and I remembered seeing some of the boys using the rear fountains because the fountains in the gym have been broken for sometime, even beyond my repairs. They should still be in there I must be loosing it. I looked down at the glass which I leaned over by accident. Oh no! I said to myself.  I must have spilt it half way to the gym. When I arrived at the gym doors they were locked and there was a note that said “Larry I locked up for you” signed Coach Dred. I knocked on the doors and said “umm little boy I spilled your water, sorry, ill get you some more but it’ll be awhile”. You what! Yelled a man standing behind me. Don’t turn around bitch this is the mayonnaise mistress and that was the only water my boy likes. I bet you drank it, liar you didn’t spill it. No I defiantly spilt it. Bullshit your lips are wet. Sure enough my lips were wet. You feel that in your belly, that the special water kicking in. Now we must depart from your world, what are you talking about I tuned around and no one was there. I need to get home and rest. I locked the main doors. And went to my car and drove home. The next morning I got a call from the opening janitor he said the gymnasium was full of mayonnaise, all over the walls. It was like some shot a fire hose of mayo to the gym. Did you see anyone at night? No, I replied I swear. Because you were the only one there last night. Wait the coach locked up the gym coach Dred. Coach Dred? Who’s that, oh you mean Coach D RED.? He hasn’t worked here in forever. His wife and kid died when the mayonnaise factory suddenly exploded. He was so star struck he left the faculty. Are your alright Jim, your voice sounds faint. Larry my names Larry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SFJ concept version 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year 2302, we are at war with the people of the mining planet “Platform”.  We have been at war for 5 years now and it’s nearing a turning point, where we will fail to achieve victory. We were told that we were abusing the miner’s code of the planet that we signed, and in an incident on the surface a cubist was shot, by an earth miner. This caused a large uprising and many fights broke out and eventually war. At first we were skeptical about the declaration of war by the cubist high council, because their lack of power on their planet. But what we didn’t know was that on Platforms 2 moons Pulse and Seri, was a power to be reckoned with. Massive warships appeared from the distant moon of pulse under command of the cubist army, an army that hasn’t been seen in 200 years. And on Seri was and unknown ship under command of Bishop Dowel a high priest from the planet Qwerty Wray which we were informed later is their ally. High Priests are known for using alchemy, a power humans were never able to unlock. This was the beginning of hell for earth, five years later and we are still trying our hardest but it wasn’t good enough. Now the end is coming, but suddenly we were informed of new information regarding Earths position in the war, it came from Neo-Bethlehem, where a small group of rebels have secured something that could end this war, the message was brief but it read “Gods only son has returned!”……………………..Jesus?&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    Now before Jesus joined the fight, there were efforts trying to create Jesus using advance cloning using fragments of flesh found on the preserved cross from which he once hung. This cloning was under director of Ark an advanced human in the science of evolution and the turning point in technology. He managed to build a machine capable of reproducing an entire human embryo. And under the supervision of Doctor Sleep, one of the few Sleeps left in the earths fleet, let him complete his operation on his ship in a far corner of the galaxy so they weren’t disturbed by Pirates or Rebels and such. After a week of test the experiment was over. They had made a baby, not to take that literally. But they had created a living breathing child, whom they named Beta “a modern day Jesus”. But the child seemed the same as any other child they’ve seen. There was no extra power with this one. It would have seemed Jesus power didn’t transfer over to the new body. 15 years passed and Beta was eventually enrolled in a program to reconstruct a hyper gate for fast travel through the galaxy. After the first one blew up after 3 tries. But we found a new power source on Seri a distant moon to the planet platform gave of an unknown energy vapor on one of its mountains, the cubists agreed to let us sample it for research, as long as they were granted access to the gat as well. The Resource was named Hollowgem, because it came from a hollow mountain and looked like a gem you would find on earth. This resource was able to power a Trans Gate for 10 days. So the operation for the new hyper gate commenced After the new hyper Gate was built Beta and his crew were sent through and built another gate where it came out, which was on a planet which was weird so they built it vertical to the ground, because ships now a days have vertical thrusters built in with a special chip that automatically adjust to the landscape of certain planets. On but on the planet they were unable to connect the base ship with a normal radio so they built a tower with what resources they had and what they found on the planet. Which was mostly smashed ships in the jungle. The built a tower and were able to contact home and eventually they brought back people to the tower to monitor the gate and following planets. When the marked the planet coordinates on the star chart they realized the planet was not in the Milky Way galaxy but in an entirely new system.&lt;br /&gt;     Amazed by their discovery Betas crew started assigning different build teams to place a couple of gate in this new system, for further exploration in the this new system. But what they didn’t know was that in this system something evil lurked, it might be the first ship that went through the very first gate that was never seen form again, the first crew consisted of 20 people all captains and pilots of high grade they’ve been missing for 30 years. One gate was stationed next to a massive star, witched seemed to shine. It was actually a moving operating ship. Under command of Seed of the Stalin fleet. Under the Jurisdiction of the Deceased Hitler, Seed planed to rid the earth of the lower level beings with his new technology, but after the accident he was left on an unknown planet burned from head to toe the others that remained rushed to help him they managed to save his life. He is now covered head to toe in white bandages. Though his eyes are gone he can still sense where people are and what they look like, Seed was named as the most evolved human at Ark’s Research Academy. Most of his men are now scattered though out the Nero’s System the system he named after his father Nero’s Stalin head of the technology center in Nevada. His father was another casualty of the hyper gate explosion. Many of them have already commandeered the few gates that have been built there and captured most of the workers stationed there and sent them to the first planet on which gate one is located and forced to work and build to the tower and monitor all ongoing messages. Many workers are shocked to see Moses frozen in carbonate hanging on the interior control room’s wall. Seed explained about Moses once, Father brought Moses here 30 years ago I don’t know why exactly but before he died he said don’t unfreeze him unless you want your world to perish. I guess Moses has a secret power many do not know about but father did and he was protecting us form it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SFJ Species_Cubists&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cubists are 3 fingered beings that live on the moons of their home world of platform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s called platform because of the various platforms that are stationed in the atmosphere to observe the mining work that’s being down on the planet. Its major export is oil, gold.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brain Dead  "Sound" (incomplete)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in a small house in the back woods of Sound. I own one ford mustang fox. Three cats, and one deviled egg. My life has revolved around others that need my help. Help that not any normal person can achieve, I help them clean their thoughts. I help clear their mind, by erasing their memories. I was sent to this town by my mentors to rid the sector of this genocide. By distributing a treatment that only I can serve.  This treatment is known as the brain dead theory.&lt;br /&gt;    It all started three years ago I moved here to study and bird watch in order to submit stuff to national geographic, I was a young photography fresh out of college with a degree in the fine arts of photography. I was the only one in my class to have 12 photos to get into the states yearly art magazine. I was always approached by the surrounded wild life preserves, asking if they could buy some of my photographs of certain animals, for signs or billboards. I would accept and was paid greatly. But I wanted to do something bigger I wanted to go national; national geographic I thought would be great, but I would need to get some good shots for that, I read online about a town called Sound, that’s its back woods was thriving with all different types of animals, also that the town’s population was only 1,000. That’s odd I thought usually a town with a lot of animals would be crawling with geologists and photographers.&lt;br /&gt;    I researched more about this town, it’s not well known for being popular but its one of those little towns surrounded by the mountains, up north where it gets really cold, unlike where I currently am, which 70 degrees tops is year round. Anyway back to the town of Sound, little is known about the town or its origin only that it has creatures that man was not able to understand, I was a little confused upon reading that segment online. I thought to myself its just some antic to get more people to visit the town. And for the most part why was it called Sound the blog online didn’t say anything about sound its self or music of any sort. The person who posted the blog must be someone from the town or one of the neighboring towns because when I first arrived there I lost the signal on my phone and laptop/pda.&lt;br /&gt;    I arrived in Sound at 2:00 AM, It was quiet, the street lights of the town’s main street went straight and disappeared into the fog, as the road ascended up the mountain. I drove slowly up the road looking a various signs, to see if there was a motel or even a friendly bed and breakfast around, 10 minutes later I found one, Gateways Lodge, I lake house where u can rent out various small houses for a night or two. I pulled up to the main house, which was an old looking log house with three copper pipes tangling from the roofs of the dwelling. The house its self was peeling white paint and wood chips were all scuttled on the ground below, the driveway to the lodge was made up of black ash which fell form the sky at times, and in the distant I could merely see a blue light blinking fast and faster and then stop for no reason at all. I entered the lodge, at he front desk sat a large man with a shirt that said git r done, with the “e” fading looked like git r don like the don from a mafia movie and such. The man wore a velvet hat and had a white mustache with no particular trimming it just went with the flow of time. His eyes were half open and looked like they’ve been stung by bees various times, I stepped forward “crack” went he floor boards, the man looked up” grunt” “sniff” “sniff’ you need a room boy, the man said, yes, I replied. How much, I said. With a sultrily grin. 20 dollars a night, 20 dollars I could rent a room a motel for that price, I rambled. You think you so hot with your high tech gizmos and shit, well you may be surprised this place may seem like a dump but, heck you’ll love it when you go tot sleep, the man said. I guess that’s sound alright just kind of creepy coming from someone I just met 10 seconds ago.&lt;br /&gt;    House Eight: was the house I was assigned to it was 150 feet from my car, which was alright incase I was robbed id be able to identify the thief well, not really cause the fogs so thick I cant see 3 feet in front of me. But I don’t know why they didn’t stick me in one or two, not like anyone was using them, because I’m the only one that has his car parked in the lot, unless some locals sleep the houses regularly, the man replied with were renovating the other ones so just be happy with what ya got k?  “K” not really the vocabulary type more like hes a constant instant messenger, though he may even use the term lol, which I wouldn’t be surprised if he did.(and how does he get internet?) Here we are house number eight, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3271686643269933065-4991795920123745461?l=sfjesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfjesus.blogspot.com/feeds/4991795920123745461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271686643269933065&amp;postID=4991795920123745461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271686643269933065/posts/default/4991795920123745461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271686643269933065/posts/default/4991795920123745461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfjesus.blogspot.com/2007/11/short-stories-from-college.html' title='Short stories from college'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09284089570618646641</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/_eeJaFfWd30s/SbF-t28KlkI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ngE-SOKpTo8/S220/l_b42ae1f474299834a824e23af97a78fd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271686643269933065.post-6061174370897882786</id><published>2007-11-19T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T11:10:51.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brain Dead Part One</title><content type='html'>This is a story i made about 2 years ago, and i thought id share it with you all that see this, though the story is quite disturbing. (i can't get the black highlight to disappear)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(20, 20, 20);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;     Part One:   "Soyent"                                                               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(20, 20, 20);"&gt;Today I was walking home on the railroad tracks to find some old rusty rail road spikes left from the when the tracks were still going. I found one but it was in the rotting eye socket of a dead deer, it looked like some kids stuck in there for a laugh. I thought it wasn't that funny, but then I remembered I did something like that when i was younger only it was a person. And the person wasn't dead he was being killed, by me of course. And can still remember the harmony of the screams that winter night in my basement. The smell of ammonia in the air of the musty half lit basement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(20, 20, 20);"&gt;Going back to the tracks made me think as I pulled out the 4 inch long spike from the decaying head. The socket was flowing with maggots preparing to hatch into flies. I scooped some of the maggots up with a cut open soda can I found in the grass next to the deer's body. It was a mug root beer can, I like root beer. It was a refreshing thing to drink after those long hours hosing down the blood stained walls in my shed out back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(20, 20, 20);"&gt;As I was walking down the path to the street where i live. I saw some local kids approach me, they were the ones who always talked about me behind my back. I didn't care at the moment but when they knocked the can out of my hands, and said"hey shit head eat any shit lately. I said yeah, when you go home later tell your mom to use soap to wash herself better. The kids were like "ooooooooooooh". the one kid who knocked the can out of my hand was name Joey, he always acted tough around everyone on the bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(20, 20, 20);"&gt;Hey Joey, the other kid said look at what was in that that can he was carrying. "Ewww, maggots!, WTF dude. I was like they were free so I took them. You mean you licked them up with your ass mouth and spit them into a cup, one of the other boys said. And Joey noticed the rusty spike in my left hand. What's that for, said Jon. Jon was a polish kid who thinks his real father is a famous rapper from England or some shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(20, 20, 20);"&gt;What this, I said. I found this on the tracks, its pretty cool isn't it. Yeah said Joey"as he approached me slowly. So you better hand it over before I beat your ass. What like how your dad beats your sister for being a whore, I said. Shut the fuck up and give it to me, now! Jon/Clyde hold him. Clyde was joeys side kick he right hand man, more like his left hand because he would always stand on the left side of Joey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(20, 20, 20);"&gt;the two boys wrapped their gay arms around me. they smelled of burnt hair and axe deodorant spray. As Joey ruched forward toward me I moved my hand down, and quickly straight up. My hand met his gut in and instant. He spat up blood all over my face and aliitle on his buddy's holding me, there was a moment of silence for a minute. I took these moument took lick the blood from my lips and from under my nose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(20, 20, 20);"&gt;And the said "mmmm, nice and soyent".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(20, 20, 20);"&gt;to be continued...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3271686643269933065-6061174370897882786?l=sfjesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfjesus.blogspot.com/feeds/6061174370897882786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271686643269933065&amp;postID=6061174370897882786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271686643269933065/posts/default/6061174370897882786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271686643269933065/posts/default/6061174370897882786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfjesus.blogspot.com/2007/11/brain-dead-part-one.html' title='Brain Dead Part One'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09284089570618646641</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/_eeJaFfWd30s/SbF-t28KlkI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ngE-SOKpTo8/S220/l_b42ae1f474299834a824e23af97a78fd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
