<?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-3123361</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:54:36.063-03:00</updated><title type='text'>trash of thoughts.</title><subtitle type='html'>my trash. my thoughts.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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>180</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123361.post-8511911</id><published>2002-01-08T13:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-01-08T13:04:44.246-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Heh. Pensando em abandonar o &lt;a href="http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; e ficar no &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/cold"&gt;livejournal&lt;/a&gt;.. vai entender.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Mudei o visual do lj, aliás. &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/cold"&gt;Opine&lt;/a&gt;. Se bem que acho que vou mudar as cores logo, logo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123361-8511911?l=trashofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/8511911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/8511911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/2002_01_06_archive.html#8511911' title=''/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123361.post-8499709</id><published>2002-01-07T23:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-01-07T23:14:35.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; *sono*&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Porra, chega de bandas podres nordestinas (isso não é preconceito, óbvio) de axé-ou-sei-lá-o-quê que só conseguem lançar hits cujas letras falam da dança da própria música. Puta merda. É a fórmula mais triste que já inventaram.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Se o avião dos "dançarinos" do tchan caísse, o mundo melhoraria. Embora muitos "machões" discordem. Mas é só comprar playboy. Assim eles relaxam.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Desliga essa tv.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; HEBE?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; TESTE DE FIDELIDADE?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Não. Nem telecine.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Chega de IRC. A brasnet te irrita. O sono é grande.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Chega de escrever, porra.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Vc sobrevive.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Dorme.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123361-8499709?l=trashofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/8499709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/8499709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/2002_01_06_archive.html#8499709' title=''/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123361.post-8447221</id><published>2002-01-06T01:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-01-06T01:26:03.906-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.terra.com.br/cgi-bin/index_frame/noticias/popular/2001/12/18/008.htm" target="_blank"&gt;Universidade abre curso sobre Homer Simpson.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123361-8447221?l=trashofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/8447221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/8447221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/2002_01_06_archive.html#8447221' title=''/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123361.post-8445780</id><published>2002-01-06T00:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-01-06T00:18:50.756-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;FONT Face="verdana,sans-serif" Size="1"&gt;&lt;B&gt;I am 45% evil.&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a HREF="http://www.hilowitz.com/john/test/evil.html" Target="_"&gt;&lt;!-- Image here! --&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;FONT Face="verdana,sans-serif" Size="1"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;I could go either way. I have sinned quite a bit but I still have a bit of room for error. My life is a tug of war between good and evil.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT Face="verdana,sans-serif" Size="1"&gt;&lt;a HREF="http://www.hilowitz.com/john/test/evil.html" Target="_"&gt;Are you evil?&lt;/A&gt; find out at &lt;a HREF="http://www.hilowitz.com" Target="_"&gt;Hilowitz.com&lt;/A&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123361-8445780?l=trashofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/8445780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/8445780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/2002_01_06_archive.html#8445780' title=''/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123361.post-8412641</id><published>2002-01-04T17:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-01-04T17:56:57.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;Voltei&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Consegui voltar antes do esperado. Depois mostro algumas coisas que escrevi. Foi sofrível, mas interessante (não no sentido "legal" da palavra).. Acho que estar lá num tédio absoluto (mesmo) mudou alguma visão minha. Não sei se foi uma mudança boa ou ruim, só sei que me sinto estranho..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123361-8412641?l=trashofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/8412641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/8412641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/2001_12_30_archive.html#8412641' title=''/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123361.post-8221690</id><published>2001-12-28T01:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-12-28T01:00:01.996-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;Doença maldita.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123361-8221690?l=trashofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/8221690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/8221690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/2001_12_23_archive.html#8221690' title=''/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123361.post-8220474</id><published>2001-12-28T00:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-12-28T00:07:31.220-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Viajo no sábado. Devo voltar dia 5, por aí.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123361-8220474?l=trashofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/8220474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/8220474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/2001_12_23_archive.html#8220474' title=''/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123361.post-8217563</id><published>2001-12-27T21:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-12-27T21:50:06.503-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; *culpa*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123361-8217563?l=trashofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/8217563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/8217563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/2001_12_23_archive.html#8217563' title=''/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123361.post-8217545</id><published>2001-12-27T21:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-12-27T21:49:31.753-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Ahn&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Se vc passa mal só de ver sangue, essas coisas.. não clique no link..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; É uma imagem artística, mas envolve sangue e é meio realista.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://files.deviantart.com/indyart/dark/blindoflove.jpg"&gt;"I give you my heart"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Mas se vc não vê mau gosto algum na imagem, provavelmente goste dela tanto quanto eu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123361-8217545?l=trashofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/8217545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/8217545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/2001_12_23_archive.html#8217545' title=''/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123361.post-8196093</id><published>2001-12-26T04:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-12-26T05:11:07.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Quanto mais experiências se tem, mais a frase "conhecimento é poder" faz sentido.. o mundo é dos extremamente curiosos.. e dos mudos, aqueles que ficam calados enquanto se antecipam aos acontecimentos. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123361-8196093?l=trashofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/8196093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/8196093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/2001_12_23_archive.html#8196093' title=''/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123361.post-8194768</id><published>2001-12-26T03:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-12-26T05:07:28.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; A volta da impulsividade e do nervosismo me lembra recaída. E, realmente, é uma recaída.. analisando bem, eu voltei a me incomodar com discordâncias em alguns assuntos, ou até mesmo simples opiniões. Mas agora é diferente, pois percebi isso mais rápido e posso me corrigir sem ter crises de frescura ou algo do tipo.. devo ser mais desencanado do que nunca, novamente.. só isso. E, acredite, isso é fácil de se cumprir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123361-8194768?l=trashofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/8194768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/8194768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/2001_12_23_archive.html#8194768' title=''/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123361.post-8149247</id><published>2001-12-23T18:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-12-23T18:27:14.200-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Tô doente. Justo nesses dias, que to sozinho aqui.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Já até sei como a ana rosa vai interpretar isso.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123361-8149247?l=trashofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/8149247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/8149247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/2001_12_23_archive.html#8149247' title=''/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123361.post-8117514</id><published>2001-12-22T02:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-12-22T02:19:45.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;"Finalmente o pirralho obcessivo desistiu das suas fracassadas e inúteis tentativas de "virada de jogo" e sossegou a periquita. Espero que tenha aprendido a lição. Eu falei que não ia mais ser boazinha..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; HAHAHAHAHA, como se ela tivesse me forçado a algo ou me dado alguma lição. PIADISTA. Essa louca "malvadona" é piadista. hfdjkfhkdfjhfd&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123361-8117514?l=trashofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/8117514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/8117514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/2001_12_16_archive.html#8117514' title=''/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123361.post-8112537</id><published>2001-12-21T21:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-12-21T21:27:46.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Terminou assim.. eu ouvindo a respiração no telefone, ao dormir. Confortante até.. não vai acontecer nada se vc dormir até amanhã. Ainda bem. Foi único.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123361-8112537?l=trashofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/8112537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/8112537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/2001_12_16_archive.html#8112537' title=''/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123361.post-8102279</id><published>2001-12-21T13:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-12-21T13:16:58.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;Mais uma vez (a última), &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/talkpost.bml?itemid=18045439"&gt;&lt;b&gt;outro post&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; da srta. ana (pra variar).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Continua se justificando com o que escrevo, né, ana?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Eu nem vou responder à maioria dos absurdos que vc colocou no teu ridículo (ops!) lj agora.. pois já cansei desse troca-troca.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; A *única* coisa que respondo é: GRANDE MERDA se vc não vê motivos pra teu nick estar no meu blog. Vai estar outras vezes, se assim eu desejar. Tuas hipóteses sobre isso não me interessam. Deixe de lê-lo, talvez assim vc se sinta melhor.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; E, se não deixar de ler isso aqui e continuar usando seu "journal" pra me dizer absurdos (ou "falar verdades", na sua língua), azar o seu, pois não vou mais responder.. afinal, cansei disso e vc não me atinge mais. Arrume outro jeito de me chamar a atenção.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Um feliz natal e ótimo ano novo pra vc :*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123361-8102279?l=trashofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/8102279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/8102279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/2001_12_16_archive.html#8102279' title=''/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123361.post-8093239</id><published>2001-12-21T02:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-12-21T04:11:45.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;Esse post é relacionado ao post da &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/anonymoussss"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ana paula (anonymoussss)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; de &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/talkpost.bml?itemid=18026198"&gt;&lt;b&gt;21/12/01, 01:51:00&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (já que vc tornou o assunto público (pra variar), aguente as conseqüências. :*)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; HFKJFHKDFJHDFKJDFHKDFJHDFJKFHDKJDF&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; É tanta besteira.. vc tá por fora da minha situação mesmo :) vamos lá..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; 1.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Eu não tenho mais depressão. O que sustentou todo o seu post já acabou faz um bom tempo :) ;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; 2.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; E eu que sou egocentrista né.. vc acha que entrei no #doommetal só pra ESPERAR que vc entrasse?! HFDJKFHKDFJHDFKJFHD.. ponha-se no devido lugar, ana..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; 3.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; "Acredito que você até já esteja sentindo que o cerco tá se fechando em torno de você, né? coldelecoteco, fiote, as pessoas já tão sacando o teu comportamente e a maneira como você TENTA usá-las e destruí-las."&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Cerco fechando? Destruir pessoas? Nossa.. eu estou num jogo e não sabia? Vc tem jogado muito quake, hein?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; 4.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Vc caprichou dessa vez!.. até teve o trabalho de procurar (ou criar) uma imagem SÓ PRA MIM. Fico agradecido pela exclusividade :D&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; -&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; A quem vc quer enganar? Vc faz exatamente o que diz que eu faço: *não larga meu pé*. Eu não te mandei email provocando nem reclamando de nenhum dos seus posts nesse teu livejournal escroto. Já vc me mandou um email ridículo (desculpa, usei a palavra mágica :/ aliás, vc usou bastante "patológico", posso devolver com essa?) reclamando de um post mínimo no meu blog (aonde eu boto o que bem entender e nem a sra. dona da verdade pode impedir isso) que tinha a intenção, no máximo, de me fazer rir. Daí vc vem com historinha de que "amigos te encheram o saco pq leram". Vai cagar, eu sei que vc lê meu blog, eu vejo as estatísticas, sei quando é vc que entra. Acha que sou bobo?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; No entanto, não te procuro pra falar merda nem coloco post no meu blog pra chamar tua atenção. Vc acha que, sempre que eu falar de vc, vai ser pra te chamar a atenção? Quer dizer que não posso mais falar de vc? QUE PIADA. hfjfhjfdhfjhf, quem é que me dizia "o mundo não gira ao seu redor", hein?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; -&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Me esquece de uma vez, pro seu bem, tá? Se não quer se irritar comigo, apenas não leia meu blog, ok? Se realmente existem "amigos" te "dedando" meus posts, o problema é todo SEU. Faça-os parar. Corte-os de cara se vierem com esse assunto. Não fique curiosa depois. Vc consegue.. se tem neurônios pra escrever tão bem (porém, aplica esse conhecimento na área errada), tem pra tomar atitudes mais maduras. Confio em vc, certo, linda? :*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123361-8093239?l=trashofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/8093239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/8093239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/2001_12_16_archive.html#8093239' title=''/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123361.post-8081952</id><published>2001-12-20T18:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-12-20T18:15:39.643-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.trashofthoughts.f2s.com/pics/cold-hero.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Heh, temporada de imagens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123361-8081952?l=trashofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/8081952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/8081952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/2001_12_16_archive.html#8081952' title=''/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123361.post-8055343</id><published>2001-12-19T19:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-12-19T19:25:23.270-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Olhaqui meu espírito de natal e ano novo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.irc-junkie.org/EVERYTHING.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123361-8055343?l=trashofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/8055343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/8055343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/2001_12_16_archive.html#8055343' title=''/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123361.post-8048600</id><published>2001-12-19T14:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-12-19T15:10:06.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.binaryprecaution.com/test.htm"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.binaryprecaution.com/ian.JPG" title="This rope..this rope will chafe my neck...again"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Claaaaro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123361-8048600?l=trashofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/8048600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/8048600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/2001_12_16_archive.html#8048600' title=''/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123361.post-8046117</id><published>2001-12-19T13:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-12-19T13:18:57.676-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.madblast.com/oska/humor_warnings.swf"&gt;funny&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123361-8046117?l=trashofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/8046117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/8046117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/2001_12_16_archive.html#8046117' title=''/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123361.post-8027847</id><published>2001-12-18T19:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-12-18T19:16:26.133-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Só falta ser assim no carnaval também.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123361-8027847?l=trashofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/8027847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/8027847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/2001_12_16_archive.html#8027847' title=''/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123361.post-8027085</id><published>2001-12-18T18:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-12-18T18:54:55.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Puta merda. Por que eu não posso ficar aqui, sozinho, nesse maldito natal? Por que eu não posso ver e sair com os amigos que vêm pra cá de vez em nunca? Por que essa PORRA de drama quando eu toco no assunto com minha mãe e minha irmã? Caralho, se minha mãe fica preocupada comigo sozinho em casa, o que eu posso fazer? Quando eu PRECISAR ficar sozinho, vai ser isso também? Ela tem que trabalhar isso, porra, não sou eu que tenho que ceder! Já cedi todos os outros anos. Ela já fez todos os parentes virem pra cá porque eu não pude viajar. Quando vai perceber que quem se ferra com isso somos nós dois???&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Eu não vou e não devo considerar que ela se preocupa comigo sozinho. Sabe por quê? Porque eu sei que ela ta deprimida. Se ela se tratasse, eu me sacrificaria por ela sim, até porque ela fez o mesmo comigo. Só que ela não se trata. Não quer tomar remédios. Fica mal. E ainda quer que eu "comemore" o natal em família ao invés de fazer O QUE EU QUERO? Tenho que ceder DE NOVO? A "preocupação" dos pais tem que prevalecer mais uma vez? Tem O CARALHO.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Eles têm que entender que eu preciso sair debaixo das asas deles. E isso não inclui só ter mais obrigações não. Inclui também as vantagens, principalmente a LIBERDADE DE FAZER O QUE EU QUERO, QUANDO É POSSÍVEL. Eu já to começando a ter mais responsabilidades por pensamento próprio. Eu já to tentando me sacrificar em várias vias, mas quase sempre sou impedido pela minha mãe. POR QUE ELA NÃO DEIXA EU SER MAIS LIVRE??? Como querem que eu cresça ou sobreviva sozinho se não me deixam sozinho UMA ÚNICA VEZ nessa porra de cidade?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; É **ÓBVIO** que, nessa primeira vez, minha mãe ficaria MUITO preocupada comigo. MAS FAZ PARTE. TEM QUE SE ACOSTUMAR COM ESSE FATO. TEM QUE SE TRATAR DESSA DEPRESSÃO. TEM QUE PARAR DE EXIGIR DE MIM COISAS QUE ELA NÃO EXIGE DE SI MESMA.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Pareço muito radical e injusto com ela atualmente, mas É ASSIM QUE TEM QUE SER, porque ANOS se passaram e essa INÉRCIA dela NÃO MUDOU! E eu MUDEI. Cadê a parte dela no acordo???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123361-8027085?l=trashofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/8027085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/8027085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/2001_12_16_archive.html#8027085' title=''/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123361.post-8023359</id><published>2001-12-18T16:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-12-18T16:17:54.933-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Isso tá me irritando. O que vc quer mostrar pra mim que eu já não sei?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123361-8023359?l=trashofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/8023359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/8023359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/2001_12_16_archive.html#8023359' title=''/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123361.post-8022515</id><published>2001-12-18T15:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-12-18T15:44:02.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; 16:35:30  ::: Joins: Ana_Paula (user@msHhtelzimg.acessonet.com.br)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; 16:35:37 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; (Ana_Paula): arrg&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; 16:35:37  ::: Parts: Ana_Paula (user@msHhtelzimg.acessonet.com.br)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; HFDJKHDFKFJHFD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123361-8022515?l=trashofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/8022515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/8022515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/2001_12_16_archive.html#8022515' title=''/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123361.post-8018662</id><published>2001-12-18T12:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-12-18T13:48:45.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; after forever - decipher - 09 - my bledge of alliance 2 (the tempted fate)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; after forever - prison of desire - 02 - leaden legacy&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; after forever - prison of desire - 10 - ephemeral&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; das ich - egodram - 01 - egodram&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; das ich - satanische verse - 03 - kain und abel&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; dream theater - falling into infinity - 06 - hell's kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; dream theater - live at the marquee - 03 - bombay vindaloo&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; dream theater - live scenes from new york - disc 3 (01) - erotomania&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; dream theater - six degrees of inner turbulence - disc 1 (03) - misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; dream theater - six degrees of inner turbulence - disc 2 (03) - war inside my head&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; dream theater - six degrees of inner turbulence - disc 2 (02) - about to crash&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; dream theater - six degrees of inner turbulence - disc 2 (03) - war inside my head&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; dream theater - six degrees of inner turbulence - disc 2 (04) - the test that stumped them all&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; dream theater - six degrees of inner turbulence - disc 2 (06) - solitary shell&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; enya - 09 - epona&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; godspeed you black emperor! - lift yr. skinny fists like antennas to heaven! - 01 - storm&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; godspeed you black emperor! - lift yr. skinny fists like antennas to heaven! - 03 - sleep&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; goo goo dolls - iris&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; i.e.m. - arcadia son&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; james labrie &amp; magna carta - leonardo the absolute man - 03 - with father&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; james labrie &amp; magna carta - leonardo the absolute man - 04 - reins of tuscan&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; james labrie &amp; magna carta - leonardo the absolute man - 10 - first commission&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; james labrie &amp; magna carta - leonardo the absolute man - 13 - inventions&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; joy division - disorder&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; joy division - love will tear us apart&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; joy division - she's lost control&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; kraftwerk - das boot&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; kraftwerk - expo 2000&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; kraftwerk - tour de france&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; lacrimosa - sanctus&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; lacuna coil - cold heritage&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; liquid tension experiment - 1 - three minute warning, parts 1-5&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; lupercais - o homem das costas pesadas&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; lusbel is a jazz project - mala difuso&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; madonna - erotica&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; marillion - easter&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; massive attack - blue lines - 06 - unfinished sympathy&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; massive attack - mezzanine - 03 - teardrop&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; massive attack - mezzanine - 09 - dissolved girl&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; matmos - a chance to cut is a chance to cure - 02 - l.a.s.i.k.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; meat kimchee - what is real - 02 - heidy's problem&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; mogwai - 4 satin - 01 - now you're taken&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; mogwai - 4 satin - 02 - superheroes of bmx&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; mogwai - 4 satin - 03 - quiet stereo dee&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; mogwai - come on die young - 02 - cody&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; mogwai - come on die young - 03 - helps both ways&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; mogwai - come on die young - 05 - kappa&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; mogwai - come on die young - 07 - may nothing but happiness come through your door&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; mogwai - come on die young - 10 - chocky&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; mogwai - come on die young - 11 - christmas steps&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; mogwai - mogwai ep - 01 - stanley kubrick&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; mogwai - mogwai ep - 03 - burn girl prom queen&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; mogwai - no education no future - 02 - rollerball&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; mogwai - rock action - 02 - take me somewhere nice&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; mogwai - rock action - 04 - dial-revenge&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; mogwai - rock action - 05 - you don't know jesus&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; mogwai - rock action - 07 - 2 rights make one wrong&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; mogwai - ten rapid - 01 - summer&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; mogwai - ten rapid - 02 - new paths to helicon (2)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; mogwai - ten rapid - 03 - angels versus aliens&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; mogwai - ten rapid - 08 - new paths to helicon (1)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; mogwai - travels in constants - 01 - untitled&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; mogwai - young team - 01 - yes! i am a long way from home&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; mogwai - young team - 02 - like herod&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; mogwai - young team - 05 - tracy&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; mogwai - young team - 06 - summer (priority version)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; mogwai - young team - 08 - r u still in 2 it&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; mogwai - young team - 09 - a cheery wave from stranded youngsters&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; mogwai - young team - 10 - mogwai fear satan&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; moonspell - a poisoned gift&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; moonspell - awake&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; moonspell - opium&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; moonspell - wolfheart - 08 - alma mater&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; mullmuzzler - 2 - 02 - venice burning&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; muslimgauze - opiate and mullah&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; muslimgauze - state of palestine&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; nancy - black elis&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; nancy - let the girl bleed in the parking lot&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; nancy - pristine (eu a massacraria por telefone)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; nancy - satan&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; new order - get ready - 01 - crystal&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; new order - get ready - 03 - turn my way&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; new order - get ready - 04 - vicious streak&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; new order - get ready - 08 - someone like you&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; nick drake - northern sky&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; nine inch nails - the fragile - disc 1 - 01 - somewhat damaged&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; nine inch nails - the fragile - disc 2 - 02 - into the void&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; nirnaeth - impresja&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; pain of salvation - entropia - 01 - foreword&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; pain of salvation - entropia - 03 - winning a war&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; pain of salvation - entropia - 04 - people passing by&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; pain of salvation - entropia - 12 - nightmist&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; pain of salvation - one hour by the concrete lake - 02 - inside&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; pain of salvation - remedy lane - 02 - ending theme&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; pain of salvation - remedy lane - 09 - dryad of the woods&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; pain of salvation - remedy lane - 12 - second love&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; pain of salvation - the perfect element - 01 - used&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; pain of salvation - the perfect element - 03 - ashes&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; pain of salvation - the perfect element - 05 - idioglossia&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; petrucci &amp; rudess - an evening with john petrucci and jordan rudess - 01 - furia taurina&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; petrucci &amp; rudess - an evening with john petrucci and jordan rudess - 05 - from within&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; pink floyd - wish you were here&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; poesie noire - fait accompli&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; poesie noire - love is colder than death&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; porcupine tree - signify - 02 - signify&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; porcupine tree - signify - 03 - sleep of no dreaming&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; porcupine tree - signify - 08 - idiot prayer&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; porcupine tree - signify - 10 - intermediate jesus&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; porcupine tree - signify - 12 - dark matter&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; portishead - dummy - 03 - strangers&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; portishead - dummy - 04 - it could be sweet&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; portishead - dummy - 10 - glory box&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; portishead - it's a fire&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; portishead - trip-hop reconstruction - sheared box&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; radiohead (b-side) - banana co&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; radiohead (b-side) - fast track&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; radiohead (b-side) - fog&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; radiohead (b-side) - talk show host&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; radiohead (b-side) - true love waits&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; radiohead - airbag single (how am i driving) - 03 - meeting in the aisle&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; radiohead - airbag single (how am i driving) - 05 - polyethylene&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; radiohead - amnesiac - 02 - pyramid song&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; radiohead - amnesiac - 03 - pulk pull revolving doors&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; radiohead - amnesiac - 04 - you and whose army&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; radiohead - amnesiac - 05 - i might be wrong&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; radiohead - amnesiac - 06 - knives out&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; radiohead - amnesiac - 07 - amnesiac morning bell&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; radiohead - amnesiac - 08 - dollars and cents&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; radiohead - amnesiac - 10 - like spinning plates&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; radiohead - kid a - 01 - everything in its right place&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; radiohead - kid a - 02 - kid a&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; radiohead - kid a - 04 - how to disappear completely&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; radiohead - kid a - 08 - idioteque&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; radiohead - ok computer - 01 - airbag&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; radiohead - ok computer - 02 - paranoid android&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; radiohead - ok computer - 05 - let down&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; radiohead - ok computer - 06 - karma police&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; radiohead - ok computer - 07 - fitter happier&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; radiohead - ok computer - 08 - electioneering&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; radiohead - ok computer - 09 - climbing up the walls&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; radiohead - ok computer - 10 - no surprises&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; radiohead - ok computer - 12 - the tourist&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; radiohead - pablo honey - 02 - creep&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; radiohead - pablo honey - 08 - vegetable&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; radiohead - pj harvey &amp; thom yorke - this mess we're in&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; radiohead - the bends - 01 - planet telex&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; radiohead - the bends - 03 - high and dry&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; radiohead - the bends - 04 - fake plastic trees&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; ruido - adorno&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; ruido - caminhada de pelotão + epílogo trágico&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; rush - counterparts - 04 - nobody's hero&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; rush - presto - 02 - chain lightning&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; salsa tempo 18 - noir control&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; samael - passage - 03 - angel's decay&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; samael - passage - 05 - jupiterian vibe&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; saves the day - i'm sorry i'm leaving&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; shun - michael in reign&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; sigur rós - von - 04 - leit að lífi&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; sigur rós - ágætis byrjun - 05 - ný batterí&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; sigur rós - ágætis byrjun - 06 - hjartað hamast (bamm bamm bamm)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; sigur rós - ágætis byrjun - 07 - viðrar vel til loftárása&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; sigur rós - ágætis byrjun - 09 - ágætis byrjun&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; sisters of mercy - black planet&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; sisters of mercy - marian&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; sisters of mercy - walk away&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; smashing pumpkins - ava adore&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; smashing pumpkins - gish - 08 - tristessa&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; smashing pumpkins - machina - 03 - stand inside of your love&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; spiritualized - broken heart&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; spiritualized - ladies and gentlemen we are floating in space&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; staind - excess&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; sugarcubes - cold sweat&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; symphony x - divine wings of tragedy - 08 - divine wings of tragedy&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; the ataris - between you and me&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; the ataris - the last song i will ever write about a girl&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; the chick corea new trio - 01 - fingerprints&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; the cure - just like heaven&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; the gathering &amp; lacuna coil - shrink (live)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; the gathering - amity single - 02 - life's what you make it (talk talk cover)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; the gathering - how to measure a planet - 01 - frail (you might as well be me)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; the gathering - how to measure a planet - 07 - the big sleep&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; the gathering - how to measure a planet - 08 - marooned&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; the gathering - how to measure a planet - 13 - probably built in the fifties&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; the gathering - how to measure a planet - 14 - how to measure a planet&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; the gathering - if then else - 01 - rollercoaster&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; the gathering - if then else - 02 - shot to pieces&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; the gathering - if then else - 03 - amity&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; the gathering - if then else - 06 - beautiful war&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; the gathering - if then else - 07 - analog park&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; the gathering - if then else - 08 - herbal movement&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; the gathering - if then else - 09 - saturnine&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; the gathering - mandylion - 01 - strange machines&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; the gathering - mandylion - 02 - eleanor&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; the gathering - mandylion - 03 - in motion 1&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; the gathering - mandylion - 04 - leaves&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; the gathering - mandylion - 06 - mandylion&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; the gathering - mandylion - 07 - sand and mercury&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; the gathering - mandylion - 08 - in motion 2&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; the gathering - nighttime birds - 01 - on most surfaces (inüit)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; the gathering - nighttime birds - 04 - the earth is my witness&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; the gathering - nighttime birds - 07 - kevin's telescope&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; the gathering - nighttime birds - 08 - nighttime birds&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; the gathering - nighttime birds - 09 - shrink&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; the gathering - strange machines single - 04 - leaves (live with the metropol orchestra)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; the smiths - girlfriend in a coma " c:\mp3\the smiths - girlfriend in a coma.mp3&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; the smiths - please please please let me get what i want " c:\mp3\the smiths - please please please let me get what i want.mp3&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; the smiths - the boy with the thorn in his side " c:\mp3\the smiths - the boy with the thorn in his side.mp3&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; the smiths - there is a light that never goes out " c:\mp3\the smiths - there is a light that never goes out.mp3&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; the strokes - barely legal&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; the temptations - my girl&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; the verve - bitter sweet symphony&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; theatre of tragedy - theatre of tragedy - 05 - a distance there is&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; therion - secret of the runes - 01 - ginnungagap&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; tortoise - millions now living will never die - 07 - gamera&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; tortoise - millions now living will never die - 08 - goriri&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; tortoise - rhythms, resolutions &amp; clusters - 01 - alcohall&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; tortoise - rhythms, resolutions &amp; clusters - 06 - not quite east of the ryan&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; tortoise - tnt - 02 - swing from the gutters&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; tortoise - tnt - 09 - in sarah, mencken, christ and beethoven there were women and men&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; tortoise - tortoise - 02 - night air&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; tortoise - tortoise - 03 - ry cooder&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; tortoise - tortoise - 06 - spiderwebbed&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; traffic - soundtrack - 01 - helicopter&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; traffic - soundtrack - 03 - immunity&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; traffic - soundtrack - 04 - what's your daughter on&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; traffic - soundtrack - 16 - give the po' man a break&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; traffic - soundtrack - 18 - ascent - an ending&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; transatlantic - smpte - 01 - all of the above&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; type o negative - the least worst of... - 05 - love you to death&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; type o' negative - bloody kisses&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; type o' negative - christian woman&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; velvet underground - take a walk on the wild side&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; weezer - the green album - 03 - hash pipe&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; william shakespeare's- hamlet - 02 - sweet flavour of justification - santarem&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; within temptation - enter - 01 - restless&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; within temptation - enter - 02 - enter&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; within temptation - enter - 03 - pearls of light&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; within temptation - enter - 04 - deep within&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; within temptation - enter - 05 - gatekeeper&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; within temptation - enter - 06 - grace&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; within temptation - enter - 08 - candles&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; within temptation - enter - 09 - the dance&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; within temptation - enter - 10 - another day&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; within temptation - mother earth - 02 - ice queen&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; within temptation - mother earth - 04 - caged&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; within temptation - mother earth - 07 - deceiver of fools&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; yo la tengo - and then nothing turned itself inside out - 03 - saturday&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; yo la tengo - and then nothing turned itself inside out - 04 - let's save tony orlando's house&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; yo la tengo - and then nothing turned itself inside out - 05 - last days of disco&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; yo la tengo - i can hear the heart beating as one - 02 - moby octopad&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; yo la tengo - i can hear the heart beating as one - 08 - autumn sweater&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; yo la tengo - i can hear the heart beating as one - 14 - spec bebop&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; yo la tengo - may i sing with me - 02 - upside down&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123361-8018662?l=trashofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/8018662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/8018662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/2001_12_16_archive.html#8018662' title=''/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123361.post-7987220</id><published>2001-12-17T11:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-12-17T11:32:38.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Não tem monstrinho crek crek!! Não tem! :))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123361-7987220?l=trashofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7987220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7987220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/2001_12_16_archive.html#7987220' title=''/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123361.post-7971986</id><published>2001-12-16T15:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-12-16T15:37:38.946-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; É, parece que foi hoje.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123361-7971986?l=trashofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7971986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7971986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/2001_12_16_archive.html#7971986' title=''/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123361.post-7966414</id><published>2001-12-16T07:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-12-16T07:02:45.400-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; É hoje?..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123361-7966414?l=trashofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7966414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7966414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/2001_12_16_archive.html#7966414' title=''/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123361.post-7948137</id><published>2001-12-15T07:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-12-15T07:26:46.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Meu, essa porra de comentários resolveu não funcionar também, do nada.. e, pra completar, parece que é época de comentários ofensivos aqui. Sinceramente, tô sem saco pra ficar tomando conta das besteiras que aparecem. O problema não é eu ler (até dá pra dar risadas), o problema é a coisa ser pública. Portanto, agora, é só email mesmo. Se vc se incomoda com minha existência, clique no "comentar".. daí vc me manda um email, bonitinho, com suas merdas todas.. vc fica feliz, eu deleto.. vc mentaliza que vou ficar muito nervoso com o email, talvez vc goze, tamanha a sua realização.. daí tudo fica bem, certo? Certo.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Quando eu sair do blogger, isso vai tá resolvido. Mas sabe como é, levo ANOS pra terminar as coisas que começo.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Só sei que a maior piada que já vi por aqui é a indivídua que resolveu ser piadista no comentário. hdfjkfhfdhdfkjfhd&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123361-7948137?l=trashofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7948137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7948137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/2001_12_09_archive.html#7948137' title=''/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123361.post-7942325</id><published>2001-12-15T00:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-12-15T00:36:55.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.livejournal.com/userpic/281946"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.livejournal.com/userpic/811720"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Qual fica "menos pior" (eu tirei a foto da direita agora mesmo)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123361-7942325?l=trashofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7942325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7942325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/2001_12_09_archive.html#7942325' title=''/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123361.post-7912983</id><published>2001-12-13T23:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-12-13T23:14:26.786-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Vamos ver no que vão dar as exposições recentes à pessoa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123361-7912983?l=trashofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7912983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7912983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/2001_12_09_archive.html#7912983' title=''/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123361.post-7893448</id><published>2001-12-13T08:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-12-13T08:34:13.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Nunca coloquei aqui nenhuma das imagens que eu já fiz.. colocava só no lj..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; São bem, digamos, "forçadas", "exageradas", mas eram pra passar o espírito mesmo (aliás, deve ter até inglês errado nelas). Faz muito tempo que não mexo com isso..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Sei lá, vejo elas agora e penso que as mensagens são todas ridículas, exageradas, extremamente dramáticas. Repudio essas imagens agora, mas tinham bastante importância antes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.deviantart.com/large/indyart/abstract/Losing.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://files.deviantart.com/indyart/abstract/hellcold.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://files.deviantart.com/indyart/abstract/cry.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://files.deviantart.com/indyart/abstract/depression2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://files.deviantart.com/indyart/photo/virtualvalue.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://files.deviantart.com/indyart/artpoetry/hypocrisis.jpg"&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/3123361-7893448?l=trashofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7893448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7893448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/2001_12_09_archive.html#7893448' title=''/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123361.post-7867296</id><published>2001-12-12T12:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-12-12T12:45:42.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Heh, sempre é assim.. ou a distância atrapalha, ou a pessoa simplesmente não demonstra me ver como eu a vejo (e não é só comigo.. sinto que também faço isso com outras pessoas). Tá tudo errado.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Eu tô aqui. É só me enxergar da maneira óbvia.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Vc tá aí. Mas cadê vc?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123361-7867296?l=trashofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7867296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7867296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/2001_12_09_archive.html#7867296' title=''/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123361.post-7858037</id><published>2001-12-12T02:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-12-12T02:46:47.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Pam pam, vc não me entende. Aliás, eu não devo nem me fazer entender mesmo. Devia.. mas só perco tempo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123361-7858037?l=trashofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7858037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7858037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/2001_12_09_archive.html#7858037' title=''/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123361.post-7830930</id><published>2001-12-11T08:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-12-11T08:30:08.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Tenho ido à terapia de novo.. e as coisas tão bem melhores. Sei lá, gosto demais da ana rosa.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Só como lembrete..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; - Enviar email falando das coisas sobre minha mãe que me incomodam;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; - levar ela comigo sexta;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; - pensar em motivos de fazer e não fazer cursinho;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; - ligar pra coxinha;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; - chamar o papai pra conversar sobre a viagem pra fortaleza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; [ &lt;b&gt;ouvindo&lt;/b&gt;: dream theater - six degrees of inner turbulence - disc 2 - 08 - losing time-grand finale ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123361-7830930?l=trashofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7830930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7830930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/2001_12_09_archive.html#7830930' title=''/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123361.post-7830833</id><published>2001-12-11T07:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-12-11T08:02:09.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; ANDRÉ - "trash of thoughts."&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Vamos ver o que consigo falar do André, li o blogger dele e fui conferir se o cold que eu via todos os dias no mIRC era ele mesmo, e não é que era. Menino carente, confuso... Estou começando a conversar com ele de forma natural, pra mim é difícil de entender como um garoto como ele acaba se frustrando tanto, ele é o tipo de pessoa que eu queria dar bombons para suprir carência e puxões de orelha quando o vejo desperdiçando a vida! Devo agradecê-lo mais uma vez por hospedar meu texto na pagina dele. Imagino que ele seja ultra inteligente e por isso deva se perder tanto dentro dele mesmo. Faz pouco tempo que o conheci, mas achei um bom texto dele sobre egoísmo e hipocrisia... pra quem tava achando que só tinha lamentações por lá... me surpreendeu.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Camila, vc é muito fofa ;***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123361-7830833?l=trashofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7830833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7830833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/2001_12_09_archive.html#7830833' title=''/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123361.post-7796855</id><published>2001-12-10T04:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-12-10T04:05:05.863-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Bem-vindo de volta, sistema de comentários.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123361-7796855?l=trashofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7796855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7796855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/2001_12_09_archive.html#7796855' title=''/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123361.post-7775330</id><published>2001-12-09T10:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-12-09T10:28:26.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Tenho &lt;a href="http://www.trashofthoughts.f2s.com/doesntexist/mp3list.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1799 mp3s&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; agora.. mas tô falando disso de novo porque agora tenho o álbum &lt;b&gt;six degrees of inner turbulence&lt;/b&gt;, do dream theater, que &lt;b&gt;ainda não foi lançado&lt;/b&gt;. Algum filho da puta ligado a eles espalhou, heh. Coitados.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123361-7775330?l=trashofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7775330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7775330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/2001_12_09_archive.html#7775330' title=''/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123361.post-7752884</id><published>2001-12-08T11:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-12-08T11:15:55.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; "Além do virtual".. que ridículo.. não faz idéia do que passa pela minha cabeça. Não vou mais me explicar pra vc, dani. Se vc diz saber dos meus problemas, devia saber também que o que vc "concluiu" é ridículo. E, se realmente acredita nisso que disse, vc tá me prejulgando, me desrespeitando, pois não sabe o que penso pra concluir nada. E de pessoas assim, eu quero distância. É uma pena vc ser uma delas.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Sei que vc se sente sozinha e respeito isso. Tento ficar próximo de vc, mas vc sempre exige o que no momento eu não posso dar. Sempre foi assim, foram "3 anos" assim, vc impondo suas vontades sobre as minhas. Se vc quer minha companhia ainda, é bom respeitar os meus problemas também. Definitivamente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123361-7752884?l=trashofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7752884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7752884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/2001_12_02_archive.html#7752884' title=''/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123361.post-7735560</id><published>2001-12-07T17:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-12-07T17:27:24.180-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Só dormindo de dia.. só dormindo de dia. Merda.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Vou dormir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123361-7735560?l=trashofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7735560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7735560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/2001_12_02_archive.html#7735560' title=''/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123361.post-7725737</id><published>2001-12-07T10:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-12-07T10:36:46.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Minha natureza egoísta chega a ser engraçada. Aliás, não só minha.. todo mundo é assim. Uns materializam todo e qualquer tipo de egoísmo, outros são mais moderados e outros, na grande maioria das vezes, mantém todo o ciúme "trancado" no inconsciente. Mas ele existe, persiste. Sempre existiu. Quem disser que tá isento desse e de outros "pecados" (catolicamente falando) ou não conhece a si mesmo o suficiente, ou é hipócrita. Aliás, por que a hipocrisia não é, isoladamente, um dos pecados capitais? Porque, se fosse, os líderes religiosos se fodiam. Legal. Estando essas idéias compreensíveis ou não, que se foda esse papo de religião (rima inevitável).&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; A hipocrisia me incomoda muito, mas enxergo-a mais nos outros que em mim. O mesmo não acontece com o egoísmo. Imagine essa situação: um namorado lendo anotações sentimentais da namorada, feitas antes do início do namoro, ou até antes de se conhecerem. Não, não é a minha situação, é óbvio. É só um exemplo. O que quero tirar disso é o ciúme do namorado, só de ler essas anotações. O desejo enorme, consciente ou não, de *apagar* todos os antigos amores dela da memória da mesma só pra ser o único. Sem considerar o que ela acha disso. Sem se importar. A frustração de não ter sido o primeiro (portanto, inesquecível) namorado.. é o que importa. Daí ele não pensa que todos esses amores fizeram grande parte da formação da pessoa que sua namorada é agora. Não fossem eles, ela seria outra pessoa e não a que ele namora. Ele poderia não gostar dessa "nova" pessoa.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Mas é tudo "ele", "ele", "ele". "Ele tem que ser o único". "Ele não vai gostar dela". O primeiro plano é ele. Isso parece cruel.. pode até ser. Eu ia dizer agora que não é cruel, por ser comum. Mas pensei agora.. só porque é comum, não pode ser cruel? É podre e pronto. Mas é humano.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; E tento sempre enfiar no meu cérebro que é preciso lidar com isso, pois o mundo não é só coisas boas. As podridões e defeitos fazem parte da realidade. Um mundo "bonzinho" não existe nem vai existir, pois não temos como excluir as regras básicas da realidade, da natureza.. a condenação de defeitos tão humanos como o ciúme e até a hipocrisia, apesar desta não ser tão natural assim, é muito católica, só regride o nosso auto-conhecimento. É preciso estar óbvio pra todo mundo, tanto quanto 1+1=2, que isso nunca vai mudar enquanto houver auto-condenação. Esquivar-se dos erros não é evoluir.. precisamos aceitar nossos erros pra aprender coisas que, por enquanto, não enxergamos.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Caralho, isso terminou do jeito que eu menos esperava e queria.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123361-7725737?l=trashofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7725737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7725737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/2001_12_02_archive.html#7725737' title=''/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123361.post-7718991</id><published>2001-12-07T02:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-12-07T02:45:11.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tiagoteixeira.com.br/boboalegre/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.tiagoteixeira.com.br/boboalegre/download/banner_468x60.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123361-7718991?l=trashofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7718991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7718991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/2001_12_02_archive.html#7718991' title=''/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123361.post-7717714</id><published>2001-12-07T01:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-12-07T01:48:31.036-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Just bored and pissed off&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123361-7717714?l=trashofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7717714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7717714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/2001_12_02_archive.html#7717714' title=''/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123361.post-7692160</id><published>2001-12-06T07:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-12-06T08:00:19.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; E-mail com frases que eu mandei pro cara do &lt;a href="http://www.explodingdog.com"&gt;explodingdog&lt;/a&gt; (ele cria desenhos inspirado em frases que os visitantes mandam por email):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:8pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;some titles&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's actually a connection between all of them.. like a progress of a history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be smart&lt;br /&gt;make your point&lt;br /&gt;you're not included in this conversation, go eat bananas&lt;br /&gt;you're belong to my trashcan&lt;br /&gt;whatever that came to my mind just made me think you're worthless&lt;br /&gt;my world. my rules.&lt;br /&gt;time to die&lt;br /&gt;..and come back later&lt;br /&gt;i would ask you to leave, but why, when i can kick your ass?&lt;br /&gt;i'll give it up&lt;br /&gt;you're the one&lt;br /&gt;love is trouble&lt;br /&gt;and i should tell you that i adore you, but i'm sure that i'd just bore you&lt;br /&gt;i stayed awake for you. stayed for you. stayed for who?&lt;br /&gt;l{ea|i}ving&lt;br /&gt;love is colder than death&lt;br /&gt;living is like drawing without a rubber, plus there are no drafts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#149; André (cold) - andrehcold@bol.com.br&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#149; irc.brasnet.org - #depressao, #mogwai, #bored, #filosofia_, #radiohead, #gothic, #punk, #doommetal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; O que achei legal pra ter postado aqui foi a tal "conexão" entre as frases (alguns podem não notar, mas eu noto uma "historinha"). Não era a minha intenção fazer isso, mas acabou saindo assim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123361-7692160?l=trashofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7692160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7692160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/2001_12_02_archive.html#7692160' title=''/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123361.post-7691565</id><published>2001-12-06T06:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-12-06T06:28:19.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; 1785 mp3s.. 10gb, 6 dias e 16h de música. E tem gente que acha isso um absurdo, um exagero. Mas é pouco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.trashofthoughts.f2s.com/doesntexist/mp3list.1785.html"&gt;Lista de mp3 do meu script&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123361-7691565?l=trashofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7691565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7691565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/2001_12_02_archive.html#7691565' title=''/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123361.post-7691338</id><published>2001-12-06T06:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-12-06T06:09:12.840-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Pra variar só um pouco, os comentários não funcionam. De novo.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; E só de pensar em terminar o meu maldito blog novo, já me dá preguiça. Pois é.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123361-7691338?l=trashofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7691338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7691338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/2001_12_02_archive.html#7691338' title=''/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123361.post-7677101</id><published>2001-12-05T19:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-12-06T06:07:07.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Pra pensar. Também, alguns &lt;span style="color:#555555;background-color:#BBBBBB;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;comentários&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; que, no chat, não foram feitos, mas quero guardar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19:59:12 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@halt): ah, segundo freud tem 3 fases qdo agente eh pequeno neeh isso?&lt;br /&gt;19:59:18 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): taH CErTo taH bOm Entaum nAuM fAlO MAIS NaDa Vou FIcAR quiETO&lt;br /&gt;19:59:20 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (anjo-^beN^): que freud morra&lt;br /&gt;19:59:22 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (anjo-^beN^): akele desgraçado.&lt;br /&gt;19:59:27 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): que fases?&lt;br /&gt;19:59:34 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (anjo-^beN^): isso tb se pareceu com minha mãe, cold&lt;br /&gt;19:59:38 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@halt): oral, anal e nao seioq&lt;br /&gt;19:59:39 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): aposto que a bissexualidade é uma delas.&lt;br /&gt;19:59:43 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): ah&lt;br /&gt;19:59:43 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): hfjhdf&lt;br /&gt;19:59:58 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@halt): se tem algum problema em uma dessas fases o problema vai estourar na adolescencia&lt;br /&gt;20:00:00 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (anjo-^beN^): Freud era chato&lt;br /&gt;20:00:09 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): a anal deve ser quando vc tem que usar supositório.&lt;br /&gt;20:00:16 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@halt): hehehe&lt;br /&gt;20:00:18 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (anjo-^beN^): uhauhauhauhauhauh&lt;br /&gt;20:00:32 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (anjo-^beN^): como ha tanta coisa podre nisso tudo.&lt;br /&gt;20:00:34 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): meu primo, quando usava supositório, fazia uma cara de alívio.&lt;br /&gt;20:00:42 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (anjo-^beN^): haha&lt;br /&gt;20:00:55 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): aposto que eu tb fazia.&lt;br /&gt;20:01:01  ::: Joins: SUICIDE_BOY_17_DF (gwszk@WhhISqqIrEU.bsb.virtua.com.br)&lt;br /&gt;20:01:08 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@halt): eu nunca usei essas coisas&lt;br /&gt;20:01:16 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (anjo-^beN^): seu primo eh bi, cold?&lt;br /&gt;20:01:17 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@halt): nao q eu lembre&lt;br /&gt;20:01:19 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): eu tive que usar. não sei pq.&lt;br /&gt;20:01:28 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): anjo-^beN^, nah, ele tem 7 anos, mal sabe o que é isso.&lt;br /&gt;20:01:36 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (anjo-^beN^): hum&lt;br /&gt;20:02:15 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): mas parece gostar mais de homens.&lt;br /&gt;20:02:22 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): só que nessa idade não dá pra saber ainda.&lt;br /&gt;20:02:23 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (anjo-^beN^): hum&lt;br /&gt;20:02:27 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): pq pode ser vergonha.&lt;br /&gt;20:02:54 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): e tb pq tem trocentas tias na casa que ele mora.&lt;br /&gt;20:03:08 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): nenhum homem.&lt;br /&gt;20:03:08  ::: Parts: @halt (loser@AMUyVZkChBk.200.215.66.O)&lt;br /&gt;20:03:18 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (anjo-^beN^): ele pode sentir falta..&lt;br /&gt;20:03:22 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): pois é.&lt;br /&gt;20:03:26 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (anjo-^beN^): ha tantas possibilidades&lt;br /&gt;20:03:30 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (anjo-^beN^): ho ho ho&lt;br /&gt;20:04:44 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (anjo-^beN^): você acha que existem heteros apenas heteros ou há sensações nmao evidenciadas?&lt;br /&gt;20:05:33 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (SUICIDE_BOY_17_DF): posso dar minha opniao?&lt;br /&gt;20:05:42 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (anjo-^beN^): pode, uai&lt;br /&gt;20:06:12 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): existem heteros apenas heteros.. mas não naturalmente&lt;br /&gt;20:06:34 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (anjo-^beN^): sociedade influencia?&lt;br /&gt;20:06:36 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): naturalmente, a pessoa é bi em potencial.. a formação dela que determina o resto&lt;br /&gt;20:06:40 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): é.&lt;br /&gt;20:06:42 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (anjo-^beN^): issso!&lt;br /&gt;20:06:46 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (anjo-^beN^): alguem concorda comigo.&lt;br /&gt;20:07:10 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (anjo-^beN^): mas se a pessoa eh livre de pensamento, pode evidenciar uma ou outra coisa... vc prefere mulheres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#555555;background-color:#BBBBBB;display:block;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sim, mas durante a formação da pessoa. Daí não é pra considerar nada.. só quando ela pensar nisso é que se evidencia sua sexualidade "primária".&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;20:07:26 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): existem vários menininhos nesse exato momento brincando de pegar no pingulim do outro.&lt;br /&gt;20:07:31 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): em algum lugar.&lt;br /&gt;20:07:41 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): quase sempre tem uma época assim.&lt;br /&gt;20:07:48 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (anjo-^beN^): aham&lt;br /&gt;20:08:25 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): eu não acredito que exista alguém livre de pensamento.. a pessoa tem que interagir.&lt;br /&gt;20:08:34 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (anjo-^beN^): hum&lt;br /&gt;20:08:42 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (SUICIDE_BOY_17_DF): mas isso naum define ele gostar de homem ou de mulher o que vai mostrar isso pra ele é o libido&lt;br /&gt;20:09:00 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (anjo-^beN^): libido pode estra ligado a mtos fatores sociais ou visionarios, acho&lt;br /&gt;20:09:02 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): o libido pode ser controlado, dependendo da formação.&lt;br /&gt;20:09:06 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): A libido pode ser controlado, dependendo da formação.&lt;br /&gt;20:09:09 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): controladA.&lt;br /&gt;20:09:20 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (SUICIDE_BOY_17_DF): vc acha que libido pode ser controlada?&lt;br /&gt;20:09:22 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (anjo-^beN^): isso, cold&lt;br /&gt;20:09:40 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): pode sim. não fosse, seríamos todos bis..&lt;br /&gt;20:09:50 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (anjo-^beN^): aham&lt;br /&gt;20:09:50 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (SUICIDE_BOY_17_DF): entaum vc acha que o homossexualismo é doença, tem cura&lt;br /&gt;20:09:56 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (anjo-^beN^): uhauhauhahu&lt;br /&gt;20:10:00 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): ? ta louco?&lt;br /&gt;20:10:31 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): não disse que é doença. nem que é algo ruim. nem que pode ser mudado.&lt;br /&gt;20:10:34 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (anjo-^beN^): pra sociedade tudo que se encontra a magerm do proceso eh doença&lt;br /&gt;20:10:36 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (anjo-^beN^): nos somos doença&lt;br /&gt;20:11:32 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (SUICIDE_BOY_17_DF): se pode ser controlado entaum pode ser mudado pode ser impedido entaum vc pode impedir alguem de sentir vontade e desejo por outro homem?&lt;br /&gt;20:11:49 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): eu disse controlado pela própria pessoa..&lt;br /&gt;20:11:51 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): e não por outros..&lt;br /&gt;20:12:12 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (anjo-^beN^): isso, cold&lt;br /&gt;20:12:22 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (anjo-^beN^): eh, mas ha os que vao conforme a maré leva&lt;br /&gt;20:12:32 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): existem as exceções, como sempre&lt;br /&gt;20:12:38 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): tem gente que não controla e pronto&lt;br /&gt;20:12:42 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): daí têm os gays enrustidos&lt;br /&gt;20:12:44 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (SUICIDE_BOY_17_DF): hum entaum eu vou reprimir um desejo (controlar) e ser infeliz...&lt;br /&gt;20:12:54 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): não vai ser infeliz&lt;br /&gt;20:12:57 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): só vai se "adaptar"&lt;br /&gt;20:13:02 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (anjo-^beN^): blé&lt;br /&gt;20:13:06 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (anjo-^beN^): isso eh ruim, na minha visao.&lt;br /&gt;20:13:20 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (SUICIDE_BOY_17_DF): hum os gays enrustidos naum tem sua libido controlada eles tem um jeito naum exposto de sentir prazer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#555555;background-color:#BBBBBB;display:block;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Claro que têm um certo controle a mais sobre a líbido.. senão, não faria sentido serem reprimidos. A repressão é um controle.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;20:13:28 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): já que o assunto é bem comentado, veja isso que falei como uma mulher num país muçulmano.. mas uma mulher que concorda com as regras que segue&lt;br /&gt;20:13:48 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (SUICIDE_BOY_17_DF): na minha visao esse tipo de adaptaçao é um corte é uma dor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#555555;background-color:#BBBBBB;display:block;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pra mim não é dor, é uma simples escolha de caminhos. A adaptação geral é tão grande que a diferença no final é mínima..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;20:13:52 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): é a mesma coisa.. pode ser pior que não ter seguir as regras, mas ela se encontra conformada e feliz assim&lt;br /&gt;20:14:03 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): eu não to comparando..&lt;br /&gt;20:14:06 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): to falando que existe isso&lt;br /&gt;20:14:09 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): e que as pessoas são assim&lt;br /&gt;20:14:17 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): óbvio que eu concordo que deviam deixar isso de lado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#555555;background-color:#BBBBBB;display:block;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não disse isso como uma urgência ou necessidade, mas as relações sentimentais certamente seriam mais espontâneas.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;20:15:12 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (SUICIDE_BOY_17_DF): mas se vc controla uma coisa que te dar prazer, vc esta se privando de ter prazer em um sentido&lt;br /&gt;20:15:32 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (anjo-^beN^): :)&lt;br /&gt;20:15:34 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): sim, pois vc tem medo da repercussão.. e lembre-se que vc ta na tua formação, vc é uma criança&lt;br /&gt;20:16:07 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): e acaba escolhendo o outro caminho e se acostumando, não precisando mais desse caminho bi/gay/seja lá o que for..&lt;br /&gt;20:16:48 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (SUICIDE_BOY_17_DF): ah isso eu concordo...&lt;br /&gt;20:17:10 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (anjo-^beN^): acho que a repressao de sensãoes pode gerar em um determinado momento algum problema&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#555555;background-color:#BBBBBB;display:block;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Problema" ou uma época de confusão de sentimentos.. algo que, geralmente, passa..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;20:18:16 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): cara, acho que quase todas as pessoas, quando crianças, gostavam de fazer algo considerado "estranho" pros outros até que chegaram e falaram: "não pode, isso é coisa de mulher/homem" ou "não pode, homem é com mulher e vice-versa" ou qualquer comentário do tipo, que fez a pessoa criar um repúdio natural com o medo&lt;br /&gt;20:18:44 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): ...medo de levar esse tipo de bronca de novo&lt;br /&gt;20:18:58 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): que causa vergonha e etc&lt;br /&gt;20:19:04 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (anjo-^beN^): simsim&lt;br /&gt;20:19:06 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (anjo-^beN^): ex: eu&lt;br /&gt;20:19:18 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (SUICIDE_BOY_17_DF): sim&lt;br /&gt;20:19:26 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (anjo-^beN^): qdo eu era pekeno era reprimido, minha avó eh a detentora de padroes educativos...&lt;br /&gt;20:19:30 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (SUICIDE_BOY_17_DF): mas tem crianças que nunca fizeram isso&lt;br /&gt;20:19:42 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (anjo-^beN^): as pessoas parecem robos fazendo sua classificaçoes&lt;br /&gt;20:19:58 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (SUICIDE_BOY_17_DF): eu nunca fiz isso, tenho um amigo que me fala das historias dele de ter batido punheta com amiguinhos e eu nunca fiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#555555;background-color:#BBBBBB;display:block;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nunca bati punheta com amigos..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;20:20:07 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): tem crianças que não precisam disso pra criarem o repúdio&lt;br /&gt;20:20:14 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (SUICIDE_BOY_17_DF): as vezes fiko com inveja pq eu naum tinha companheiros para essas coisas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#555555;background-color:#BBBBBB;display:block;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;..nem sinto inveja de ninguém por isso, heh.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;20:20:18 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): basta simplesmente ouvirem ou presenciarem comentários pra outras pessoas&lt;br /&gt;20:20:30 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (anjo-^beN^): suicide, bata punheta comigo:P&lt;br /&gt;20:20:32 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (SUICIDE_BOY_17_DF): essas crianças sao influenciadas pelas conversas dos pais&lt;br /&gt;20:20:36 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (SUICIDE_BOY_17_DF): hehhehhe&lt;br /&gt;20:20:37 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): ou simplesmente saberem que seriam rejeitadas&lt;br /&gt;20:20:43 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): já basta pra repudiarem&lt;br /&gt;20:20:44 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (anjo-^beN^): isso, cold"!&lt;br /&gt;20:20:48 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (anjo-^beN^): esse eh ponto&lt;br /&gt;20:20:50 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): pra seguirem o fluxo&lt;br /&gt;20:20:50 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (anjo-^beN^): medo de rejeiçao...&lt;br /&gt;20:20:58 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (anjo-^beN^): medo de quebra de um sistema que lhes da segurança&lt;br /&gt;20:21:09 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): pra mim, é assim, aos poucos, com essas coisinhas de nada que a sexualidade é composta&lt;br /&gt;20:21:14 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (anjo-^beN^): vcs sabiam que a porra da psicologia considera homossexualismo doença?&lt;br /&gt;20:21:22 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (SUICIDE_BOY_17_DF): pois é.... mas qdo a pessoa deixa que esse medo tome conta dos seus atos ela se torna uma pessoa naum autentica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#555555;background-color:#BBBBBB;display:block;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Autêntico" é um conceito relativo aos padrões da maioria.. se a pessoa não é autêntica porque é hetero, então esse conceito perde a importância pra essa questão.. qual a vantagem de ser autêntico se ser hetero não é sinônimo de ser infeliz com o que é?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;20:21:27 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): pq, pra mim (de novo), todo mundo sem interferência social é bi.&lt;br /&gt;20:21:30 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (SUICIDE_BOY_17_DF): a psicologia freudiana&lt;br /&gt;20:21:32 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (SUICIDE_BOY_17_DF): naum todas&lt;br /&gt;20:21:52 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): imagino que freud seja um bosta, tratando desse assunto.&lt;br /&gt;20:22:04 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (SUICIDE_BOY_17_DF): a minha psicologa considera homossexualismo um fato&lt;br /&gt;20:22:12 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (anjo-^beN^): simsim cold&lt;br /&gt;20:22:22 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (anjo-^beN^): freud era um bosta&lt;br /&gt;20:22:32 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (SUICIDE_BOY_17_DF): com certeza ele falava que as mulheres tinhas aparelhos reprodutores otimos pra reproduçao mas pessimo pra o prazer&lt;br /&gt;20:22:46 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): se seguirmos essa lógica de que homossexualismo é doença, amor também é, paixão também é, ódio também, ciúme também, ou seja, muitas coisas são, e, poisé, grande merda, estamos infestados de doenças e continuemos assim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#555555;background-color:#BBBBBB;display:block;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mesma coisa.. de que adianta taxar algo de doença se sua natureza é a mesma de tantas outras existentes?...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;20:22:52 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (anjo-^beN^): acho que doença eh vc reprimir suas sensações e visoes para apenas etsra num padrao generalizado&lt;br /&gt;20:23:56 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (SUICIDE_BOY_17_DF): eu acho que vc pode muito bem inserir suas ideias sem ostilizar os outros&lt;br /&gt;20:24:12 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (SUICIDE_BOY_17_DF): mostrando que suas ideias naum agridem akela ou esta pessoas&lt;br /&gt;20:24:18 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): eu acho que usar "doença" nesse assunto só serve pra dar mais importância a algo que não precisa nem deve ter tanta&lt;br /&gt;20:24:37 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): é puro joguinho moralista&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#555555;background-color:#BBBBBB;display:block;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;...Não adianta de nada, mas é conveniente pra maioria.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;20:24:50 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (anjo-^beN^): isso&lt;br /&gt;20:24:54 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (SUICIDE_BOY_17_DF): se vc mostra que vc naum é diferente de seu irmao ou de seu vizinho só pq vc gosta de homem ou de mulher isso ja faz com que as pessoas te acietem&lt;br /&gt;20:25:00 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (anjo-^beN^): o contexto que vivemos é&lt;br /&gt;20:25:16 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (anjo-^beN^): ahn vc nao faz isso, entao vc eh errado, vc eh burro, vc eh feio, vc eh mal, vc esta errado&lt;br /&gt;20:25:19 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): SUICIDE_BOY_17_DF, é, o que faz eu repudiar a passeata gay&lt;br /&gt;20:25:20 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (anjo-^beN^): e bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;20:25:44 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (SUICIDE_BOY_17_DF): isso mesmo, o passeata gay agride&lt;br /&gt;20:25:52 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): ninguém consegue perceber que essa passeata gay só deixa as pessoas mais nervosas.&lt;br /&gt;20:25:56 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (SUICIDE_BOY_17_DF): naum ajuda a sociedade ver o mundo gay de verdade&lt;br /&gt;20:26:01 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): quer dizer, ninguém dos extremistas gays.&lt;br /&gt;20:26:25 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): eles passam a idéia de que são essa extravagância toda, exatamente como os moralistas querem que sejam&lt;br /&gt;20:26:36 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): desse jeito, nunca conseguirão nada..&lt;br /&gt;20:26:40 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (SUICIDE_BOY_17_DF): qdo um hetero ou um pai ve uma passeata gay só faz com que eles pensem que os gays sao promiscuos ou espalhafatosos ou transexuais&lt;br /&gt;20:27:22 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): eles acabam "se matando".. é meio frustrante parecer tão óbvio e eles não perceberem.&lt;br /&gt;20:29:02 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (SUICIDE_BOY_17_DF): isso é verdade, aí eles fazem um site pra pais de homossexuais tipo no site eles colocam dois homens fazendo sexo anal com acessorios&lt;br /&gt;20:29:20 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (SUICIDE_BOY_17_DF): qual pai vai achar normal nos parametros sociais seu filho ser gay&lt;br /&gt;20:29:28  ::: Joins: The_Spider (~the_spide@Z7ny4sSrNJU.user.veloxzone.com.br)&lt;br /&gt;20:29:46 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): The_Spider, nem botou um © cold no quit hein.&lt;br /&gt;20:29:46 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (anjo-^beN^): normal..blé&lt;br /&gt;20:29:50 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (SUICIDE_BOY_17_DF): assim ele reprime o filho e o torna um enrustido&lt;br /&gt;20:29:58 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (anjo-^beN^): nao eh bem assim..&lt;br /&gt;20:30:14 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (anjo-^beN^): vc se deixa ser oprimido, mtas vezes vc se oprime&lt;br /&gt;20:30:18 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): é o que importa pra quem segue a moral desse jeito, anjo-^beN^&lt;br /&gt;20:30:21 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): ser normal&lt;br /&gt;20:30:28 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (The_Spider): /antitosco /quit "Quando vc pára o q faz só pra ler mensagens idiotas,toscas,ignorantes como essa, até o final,é porque vc precisa de um tempo fora da net.O pior é que não adianta avisar..vc continua lendo isso aqui do mesmo jeito. até o fim. lenta e ridiculamente."&lt;br /&gt;20:30:30 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (The_Spider): cold: na proxima. vou deixar como quit padrão. :]&lt;br /&gt;20:30:33 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): e se o gay faz passeata&lt;br /&gt;20:30:39 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): com roupas espalhafatosas&lt;br /&gt;20:30:41 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): com putaria&lt;br /&gt;20:30:44  ::: Quits: The_Spider (~the_spide@Z7ny4sSrNJU.user.veloxzone.com.br): Quit: "Quando vc pára o q faz só pra ler mensagens idiotas,toscas,ignorantes como essa, até o final,é porque vc precisa de um tempo fora da net.O pior é que não adianta avisar..vc continua lendo isso aqui do mesmo jeito. até o fim. lenta e ridiculamente."&lt;br /&gt;20:30:46 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (anjo-^beN^): exato!&lt;br /&gt;20:30:47 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): e o pai vê isso na televisão&lt;br /&gt;20:30:58 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): só vai regredir a situação&lt;br /&gt;20:31:02 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (anjo-^beN^): se cria uma imagem que colide com os parametros, fazendo que de imediato nao haja reflexao&lt;br /&gt;20:31:04 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (anjo-^beN^): aham&lt;br /&gt;20:31:05 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): e é assim que as coisas caminham..&lt;br /&gt;20:31:34  ::: Joins: The_Spider (~the_spide@Z7ny4sSrNJU.user.veloxzone.com.br)&lt;br /&gt;20:31:38 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (SUICIDE_BOY_17_DF): imagina se houvesse uma parada heterosexual e só houvessem putas e orgias sendo apresentadas&lt;br /&gt;20:31:44 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (SUICIDE_BOY_17_DF): ia ser a mesma coisa&lt;br /&gt;20:31:48 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): mas ao mesmo tempo acho que esse tanto de informações que "qualquer um" tem agora não deixou os gays serem mais reprimidos ainda&lt;br /&gt;20:31:56 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (The_Spider): Putz, executei o alias :P&lt;br /&gt;20:32:02  ::: Nicks: @apflux -&gt; @apflux[off] (Trauer@84MNDesZP5s.dsl.telesp.net.br)&lt;br /&gt;20:32:04 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): pq, pela lógica, os gays deviam ser cada vez mais rejeitados&lt;br /&gt;20:32:09 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): e não é isso que acho que acontece&lt;br /&gt;20:32:18 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (The_Spider): hum...&lt;br /&gt;20:32:38 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): a coisa parece um mosaico&lt;br /&gt;20:32:46 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (The_Spider): 40 % do que eu encontro de homens são gays...&lt;br /&gt;20:32:46 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (SUICIDE_BOY_17_DF): é verdade o negocio é que os gays pararam de ser raridade e passaram a ter um numero maior as pessoas passaram aver que qq um pode ser gay&lt;br /&gt;20:32:54  ::: Parts: [HV]Igembold_Black (FullT@fUC8uPfx2W6.200.167.221.O)&lt;br /&gt;20:32:54 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): em alguns lugares eles são aceitos, em outros não, em outros são aceitos com dois pés atrás&lt;br /&gt;20:32:56 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (SUICIDE_BOY_17_DF): naum so o sue chefe mas o seu filho mas o seu professor ou sua irma&lt;br /&gt;20:33:24 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (SUICIDE_BOY_17_DF): acho que o modo de ver mudou mas naum o preconceito&lt;br /&gt;20:33:30  ::: Quits: The_Spider (~the_spide@Z7ny4sSrNJU.user.veloxzone.com.br): Read error: 104 (Connection reset by peer)&lt;br /&gt;20:33:47 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): eu não acho que o número de gays aumentou.. o de enrustidos, sim&lt;br /&gt;20:33:59 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): quer dizer&lt;br /&gt;20:34:04 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): o de enrustidos diminuiu&lt;br /&gt;20:34:20 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): mais pessoas dizem que são gays, só isso.. mas isso é consequência&lt;br /&gt;20:34:38 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (SUICIDE_BOY_17_DF): isso, é que antes como era visto como uma doença pessoas viam poukas pessoas doentes agora viram que naum é bem assim&lt;br /&gt;20:34:52 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): e acho que isso ta assim pq tem mais informação rolando&lt;br /&gt;20:34:56 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (anjo-^beN^): consequencia de evidencias na sociedade.&lt;br /&gt;20:34:56  ::: Joins: The_Spider (~the_spide@Z7ny4sSrNJU.user.veloxzone.com.br)&lt;br /&gt;20:35:00 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (anjo-^beN^): hum...&lt;br /&gt;20:35:01 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): sabe-se mais das pessoas&lt;br /&gt;20:35:20 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (SUICIDE_BOY_17_DF): isso&lt;br /&gt;20:35:22 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): das influentes, principalmente&lt;br /&gt;20:35:29 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): cada vez menos segredos os influentes têm&lt;br /&gt;20:35:55 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): uma pessoa influente ser gay provoca a reação de muitos outros.&lt;br /&gt;20:36:36 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (anjo-^beN^): reação em cadeia&lt;br /&gt;20:36:49 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): é.&lt;br /&gt;20:37:10 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (anjo-^beN^): o saco disso sao que ha uma aceitaçao...mas sempre havera alguma coisa que nao sera aceita..ate que haja uma reaçao em cadeira..nada de reflexao..nada de desbitolaçao&lt;br /&gt;20:37:18 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): mas acho que tem surgido, como uma outra consequência, uma rejeição exagerada não admitida&lt;br /&gt;20:37:30 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (anjo-^beN^): ISSO!!!&lt;br /&gt;20:37:38 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (anjo-^beN^): rejeição exagerada não admitida !&lt;br /&gt;20:37:42 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): por exemplo, aquele zorra total&lt;br /&gt;20:37:52 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (anjo-^beN^): aham..&lt;br /&gt;20:37:57 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): uma puta rejeição tosca disfarçada de comédia&lt;br /&gt;20:38:08  ::: Quits: The_Spider (~the_spide@Z7ny4sSrNJU.user.veloxzone.com.br): Read error: 104 (Connection reset by peer)&lt;br /&gt;20:38:09 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): e muitos assistem&lt;br /&gt;20:38:10 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (SUICIDE_BOY_17_DF): é eu acho que as pessoas supervalorizam o que as outras pessoas sao enquanto elas deviam valorizar o que elas sao&lt;br /&gt;20:38:14  ::: Joins: SpiderAway (~the_spide@Z7ny4sSrNJU.user.veloxzone.com.br)&lt;br /&gt;20:38:42 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (SUICIDE_BOY_17_DF): isso mesmo, nossa é o cumulo do preconceito as pessoas acham q mascarandop com comedia mdua algo&lt;br /&gt;20:38:44  ::: Nicks: SpiderAway -&gt; Pyter (~the_spide@Z7ny4sSrNJU.user.veloxzone.com.br)&lt;br /&gt;20:39:00 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): é pq agora dar a cara pro tapa não funciona pros moralistas&lt;br /&gt;20:39:08 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): tem que mandar mensagens subliminares&lt;br /&gt;20:39:16 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): fazer disfarçando&lt;br /&gt;20:39:19 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): o que é pior ainda..&lt;br /&gt;20:39:20 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (SUICIDE_BOY_17_DF): isso mesmo&lt;br /&gt;20:39:22 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (Pyter): e qual /antitosco /quit "Quando vc pára o q faz só pra ler mensagens idiotas,toscas,ignorantes como essa, até o final,é porque vc precisa de um tempo fora da net.O pior é que não adianta avisar..vc continua lendo isso aqui do mesmo jeito. até o fim. lenta e ridiculamente."&lt;br /&gt;20:39:24 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (SUICIDE_BOY_17_DF): muito&lt;br /&gt;20:39:26 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (Pyter): :P&lt;br /&gt;20:39:36 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): Pyter, vc ta passando bem?&lt;br /&gt;20:39:42 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (anjo-^beN^): vc fingir que nao tem PRE conceito.&lt;br /&gt;20:39:46 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (Pyter): eh ctrl+v&lt;br /&gt;20:39:48 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (Pyter): :P&lt;br /&gt;20:39:50 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (SUICIDE_BOY_17_DF): Pyter vc naum gosta de papear naum?&lt;br /&gt;20:39:56 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (Pyter): rapaz&lt;br /&gt;20:39:58 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (Pyter): sim&lt;br /&gt;20:40:00 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (Pyter): porque?&lt;br /&gt;20:40:12 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (Pyter): eu tou bebo&lt;br /&gt;20:40:14 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (SUICIDE_BOY_17_DF): que frases sao essas q vc coloca?&lt;br /&gt;20:40:20 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (Pyter): foi sem querer&lt;br /&gt;20:40:22 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (SUICIDE_BOY_17_DF): ehhehheh ah nbom&lt;br /&gt;20:40:24 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): eu que fiz esse quit&lt;br /&gt;20:40:26 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (anjo-^beN^): uma vez um amigo estava falando que descobriu que um amigo era gay, e se afstou dele pq nao tinha aprendido como lidar com isso, e nao queria magoa-lo&lt;br /&gt;20:40:28 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): com tanto carinho.&lt;br /&gt;20:40:28 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (SUICIDE_BOY_17_DF): okay dokay&lt;br /&gt;20:40:37 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): anjo-^beN^, é.. é um exemplo&lt;br /&gt;20:40:50 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (Pyter): foi cold&lt;br /&gt;20:40:50 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (Pyter): hehehe&lt;br /&gt;20:40:52 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (Pyter): Qual o preconceito?&lt;br /&gt;20:40:52 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (Pyter): Porque seu moralista?&lt;br /&gt;20:40:54 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (Pyter): :]&lt;br /&gt;20:41:10 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (SUICIDE_BOY_17_DF): nossa, seu amigo naum sabia lidar com um amigo dele?&lt;br /&gt;20:41:14 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): fazendo assim ele se passa por bonzinho que "aceita" homossexuais&lt;br /&gt;20:41:19 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (@cold): Pyter, bebendo o quê?&lt;br /&gt;20:41:30 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (Pyter): vento e ar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123361-7677101?l=trashofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7677101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7677101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/2001_12_02_archive.html#7677101' title=''/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123361.post-7665954</id><published>2001-12-05T12:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-12-05T12:46:27.070-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meus óculos quebraram no inspiral, sexta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.trashofthoughts.f2s.com/pics/oculos1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.trashofthoughts.f2s.com/pics/oculos2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.trashofthoughts.f2s.com/pics/oculos3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tico em pé.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.trashofthoughts.f2s.com/pics/tico-pe.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123361-7665954?l=trashofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7665954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7665954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/2001_12_02_archive.html#7665954' title=''/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123361.post-7645765</id><published>2001-12-04T20:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-12-04T20:03:12.710-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Hoje, no caminho pra psiquiatra, eu passei por uma padaria chamada &lt;b&gt;estrela do dia&lt;/b&gt;. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123361-7645765?l=trashofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7645765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7645765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/2001_12_02_archive.html#7645765' title=''/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123361.post-7589161</id><published>2001-12-02T22:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-12-02T22:52:17.550-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Heh.. eu sou um idiota. Valeu por me lembrar disso, realidade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123361-7589161?l=trashofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7589161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7589161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/2001_12_02_archive.html#7589161' title=''/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123361.post-7575980</id><published>2001-12-02T07:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-12-02T07:37:53.006-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Ontem eu saí com amigos e fiquei com a dani. Foi ótimo, embora a parte do choro não tenha sido tão boa assim. Mas conheci a dani, finalmente. Espero ter deixado claro pra ela que me importo..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (Mas a música que tô ouvindo já diz tudo.. o que ando pensando há alguns dias.. já diz tudo.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; [ &lt;b&gt;ouvindo&lt;/b&gt;: the smiths - the boy with the thorn in his side ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123361-7575980?l=trashofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7575980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7575980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/2001_12_02_archive.html#7575980' title=''/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123361.post-7537241</id><published>2001-11-30T16:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-30T16:57:51.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Ela sumiu.. e sem falar comigo. Como se eu não existisse ou não significasse nada.. como se o que eu senti por ela não significasse nada. Ela se despediu, mas não de mim. Ela me viu no canal, mas não falou comigo. Ela disse "te adoro, me perdoa", mas não pra mim. Pra mim, ela não disse nada. Como pode ser tão filha da puta, tão desumana? Podia estar com raiva de mim sim. Mas, puta que pariu, ela não vai mais aparecer! E ainda se despede desse jeito dela. Pra deixar ela pior ainda. Me deixa pior, deixa ela pior.. eu fico pior ainda por ela estar assim.. e fico desesperado por saber o que acontece lá (porque me importo.. infelizmente, ainda me importo).. e pior, pior, pior ainda, por ser desprezado desse jeito........&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; E agora eu fico calado, sem poder falar nada pra ela, sem saber como agir.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Eu não gosto mais dela, mas agora sinto que o que eu senti antes foi totalmente desprezado, inútil, sem importância. Fui um nada.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Fiz tantas coisas.. planejei tantas coisas pelo que eu sentia.. acreditei em tantas coisas.. pra ser pisado e desprezado como nunca fui antes.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Agora, acho que foi a gota d'água.. pra eu nunca mais querer nada.. não sentir nada.. não ser porra nenhuma.. foda-se........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123361-7537241?l=trashofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7537241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7537241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/2001_11_25_archive.html#7537241' title=''/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123361.post-7534279</id><published>2001-11-30T14:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-30T14:34:03.426-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Por que eu não vou mais à terapia? MERDA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123361-7534279?l=trashofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7534279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7534279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/2001_11_25_archive.html#7534279' title=''/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123361.post-7516825</id><published>2001-11-29T23:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-29T23:11:29.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Posso parecer frio. Posso parecer grosso. Insensível. Distante. Egoísta. Etc. Etc. Etc.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Mas é pro MEU BEM.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Isso é egoísmo, sim. É o meu bem acima do de todos. Foda-se. Faz parte da natureza de todos os filhos da puta que tão nesse mundo. Vc diz não ser egoísta? Então, além de egoísta, vc é hipócrita.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Eu estou no 1o plano. SEMPRE. Se isso mudar e ficar como antes, eu despenco. E eu não vou piorar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123361-7516825?l=trashofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7516825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7516825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/2001_11_25_archive.html#7516825' title=''/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123361.post-7516472</id><published>2001-11-29T22:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-29T22:55:49.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; EU&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; NÃO&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; POSSO&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; ME&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; ENVOLVER&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; ASSIM.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; NÃO&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; AGORA.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Se você não suporta isso, SE AFASTE.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; EU NÃO VOU MUDAR O MEU MODO ATUAL DE SER PRA DEPOIS FICAR FERRADO COMO TODAS AS OUTRAS VEZES.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; ENTENDO QUE VC PRECISA DE COMPANHIA. EU TAMBÉM PRECISO DE COMPANHIA. MAS EU PRECISO, MAIS AINDA, DA &lt;B&gt;MINHA COMPANHIA&lt;/B&gt;. NINGUÉM ME MERECE NO MOMENTO. SÓ EU.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; E PONTO FINAL, PORRA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123361-7516472?l=trashofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7516472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7516472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/2001_11_25_archive.html#7516472' title=''/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123361.post-7510119</id><published>2001-11-29T18:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-29T18:47:21.706-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.trashofthoughts.f2s.com/pics/postdiferente.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123361-7510119?l=trashofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7510119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7510119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/2001_11_25_archive.html#7510119' title=''/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123361.post-7492427</id><published>2001-11-29T03:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-29T03:09:13.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Como eu disse pra léa, é muito estranho e diferente esse negócio que me dá.. e é muito bom, também.. mas me deixa bem ansioso. Não sei por quê. Sinceramente, me faz querer mais.. ir atrás de mais. Sei lá o que é. Só sei que, por enquanto, é bom. Por enquanto..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123361-7492427?l=trashofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7492427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7492427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/2001_11_25_archive.html#7492427' title=''/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123361.post-7460392</id><published>2001-11-28T01:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-28T01:33:20.273-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Carol :*******************&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Acho que agora eu aprendi a dar MUITO MAIS valor pras amizades REAIS. Vc é minha melhor amiga.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Tava com saudades. Independendo desse problema que deu entre a gente, a coisa entre nós dois continuou igual. Sempre foi igual, nenhuma mentira e tal. Isso sim é que vale. O resto é lixo.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; :***********************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123361-7460392?l=trashofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7460392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7460392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/2001_11_25_archive.html#7460392' title=''/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123361.post-7459894</id><published>2001-11-28T01:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-28T01:17:21.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Eu te odeio, barbara.. vc me ferrou por muito tempo e ainda me ferra.. quase ferrou uma amizade que é muito mais verdadeira que as tuas "confusões".. não se importou nem se importa, até agora, com as consequências das suas atitudes em relação a mim.. vc é um trauma.. um buraco na minha auto-estima, nos meus sentimentos..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Me fez MUITO mal.. e não tá nem aí.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123361-7459894?l=trashofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7459894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7459894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/2001_11_25_archive.html#7459894' title=''/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123361.post-7456244</id><published>2001-11-27T22:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-27T22:57:41.013-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; PORRA. Eu devia ter falado pra ela o que falei? Agora não consigo mais falar com ela. MERDA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123361-7456244?l=trashofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7456244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7456244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/2001_11_25_archive.html#7456244' title=''/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123361.post-7442021</id><published>2001-11-27T13:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-28T01:20:08.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Clipe do sigur rós: &lt;a href="http://www.sigur-ros.com/audio/00_vidrar_vid_lom.ram"&gt;viðrar vel til loftárása&lt;/a&gt; (é, aquele que passou na mtv, durante a modinha fridjés, provavelmente no programa daquele ridículo, o amante de belle &amp; sebastião).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123361-7442021?l=trashofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7442021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7442021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/2001_11_25_archive.html#7442021' title=''/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123361.post-7407626</id><published>2001-11-26T08:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-26T09:53:17.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Viajei pra bh. Voltei. Não consegui avisar os amigos de lá.. acho daria tempo pra fazer algo. Foi um tédio e etc.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; E perdi os comentários desse blog. Ótimo. Perfeito.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Mas continuo firme, forte, sem mágoas e com o (pseudo?)desprezo, vulgo "foda-se", ligado como nunca.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123361-7407626?l=trashofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7407626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7407626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/2001_11_25_archive.html#7407626' title=''/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123361.post-7348669</id><published>2001-11-23T16:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-23T16:34:00.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" width="95%" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" align="center"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td id="citacao"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Depois de algum tempo você aprende a diferença, &lt;b&gt;a sutil diferença entre dar a mão e acorrentar uma alma&lt;/b&gt;. E você aprende que amar não significa apoiar-se, e que &lt;b&gt;companhia nem sempre significa segurança&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; E começa a aprender que &lt;b&gt;beijos não são contratos&lt;/b&gt;. E presentes não são promessas.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; E começa a aceitar suas derrotas com a &lt;b&gt;cabeça erguida e olhos adiante&lt;/b&gt;, com a graça de um adulto e não com a tristeza de uma criança.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; E aprende a &lt;b&gt;construir todas as suas estradas no hoje&lt;/b&gt;, porque o terreno do amanhã é incerto demais para os planos, e o futuro tem o costume de cair em meio ao vão.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Depois de um tempo você aprende que o sol queima se ficar exposto por muito tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; E aprende que &lt;b&gt;não importa o quanto você se importe, algumas pessoas simplesmente não se importam...&lt;/b&gt; E aceita que não importa quão boa seja uma pessoa, ela vai feri-lo de vez em quando, e você precisa perdoá-la por isso. Aprende que falar pode aliviar dores emocionais.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Descobre que &lt;b&gt;se levam anos para se construir confiança e apenas segundos para destruí-la&lt;/b&gt;, e que você pode fazer coisas em um instante, das quais se arrependerá pelo resto da vida.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Aprende que verdadeiras amizades continuam a crescer mesmo a longas distâncias. E o que importa não é o que você tem na vida, mas quem você tem na vida.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; E que bons amigos são a família que nos permitiram escolher. Aprende que não temos que mudar de amigos, se compreendemos que os amigos mudam. Percebe que seu melhor amigo e você podem fazer qualquer coisa, ou nada, e terem bons momentos juntos.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Descobre que as pessoas com quem você mais se importa na vida são tomadas de você muito depressa, por isso sempre devemos deixar as pessoas que amamos com palavras amorosas, pode ser a última vez que as vejamos.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Aprende que as circunstâncias e os ambientes têm influência sobre nós, mas nós somos responsáveis por nós mesmos.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Começa a aprender que não se deve comparar com os outros, mas com o melhor que pode ser. Descobre que se leva muito tempo para se tornar a pessoa que quer ser, e que o tempo é curto.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Aprende que &lt;b&gt;não importa aonde já chegou, mas onde está indo&lt;/b&gt;. Mas se você não sabe para onde está indo, qualquer lugar serve.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Aprende que, &lt;b&gt;ou você controla seus atos ou eles o controlarão&lt;/b&gt;, e que ser flexível não significa ser fraco ou não ter personalidade, pois não importa quão delicada e frágil seja uma situação, sempre existem dois lados.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Aprende que heróis são pessoas que fizeram o que era necessário fazer, enfrentando as conseqüências.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Aprende que &lt;b&gt;paciência requer muita prática&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Descobre que algumas vezes a pessoa que você espera que o chute quando você cai é uma das poucas que o ajudam a levantar-se.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Aprende que maturidade tem mais a ver com os tipos de experiência que se teve e o que você aprendeu com elas do que com quantos aniversários você já celebrou.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Aprende que há mais dos seus pais em você do que você supunha.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Aprende que nunca se deve dizer a uma criança que sonhos são bobagens. Poucas coisas são tão humilhantes e seria uma tragédia se ela acreditasse nisso.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Aprende que &lt;b&gt;quando está com raiva tem o direito de estar com raiva, mas isso não te dá o direito de ser cruel&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Descobre que &lt;b&gt;só porque alguém não o ama do jeito que você quer que ame, não significa que esse alguém não o ame com tudo o que pode, pois existem pessoas que nos amam, mas simplesmente não sabem como demonstrar ou viver isso&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Aprende que nem sempre é suficiente ser perdoado por alguém. Algumas vezes você tem que aprender a perdoar-se a si mesmo. Aprende que com a mesma severidade com que julga, você será em algum momento condenado.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Aprende que não importa em quantos pedaços seu coração foi partido, o mundo não pára para que você o conserte. Aprende que o tempo não é algo que possa voltar para trás. Portanto, &lt;b&gt;plante seu jardim e decore sua alma, ao invés de esperar que alguém lhe traga flores&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; E você aprende que &lt;b&gt;realmente pode suportar&lt;/b&gt;... que &lt;b&gt;realmente é forte&lt;/b&gt;, e que &lt;b&gt;pode ir muito mais longe depois de pensar que não se pode mais&lt;/b&gt;. E que realmente a vida tem valor e que você tem valor diante da vida!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Nossas dádivas são traidoras e nos fazem perder o bem que poderíamos conquistar, se não fosse o &lt;b&gt;medo de tentar&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Manual de sobrevivência, do shakespeare.. é, exatamente, tudo que preciso..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Incrível. Eu já conheço o texto há muito, já o li milhares de vezes.. mas, agora, o sentido que ele faz é absoluto.. e o leio com outros olhos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123361-7348669?l=trashofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7348669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7348669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/2001_11_18_archive.html#7348669' title=''/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123361.post-7333687</id><published>2001-11-22T23:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-22T23:29:54.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color:#666666"&gt;(00:04:40) (@cold): cara&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (00:04:42) (@cold): olhem isso&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (00:04:50) (@cold): eu ri demais da explosão do cara&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (00:05:05) (@cold): &lt;/span&gt;(23:55:16) &amp;#149; Riveraid ouve Rage aganist the machine - Killing in the Name of (homenagem ao senhor Osama Bin Laden, o verdadeiro herói)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color:#666666"&gt;(00:05:18) (@cold): &lt;/span&gt;(23:57:14) (cold): rage against the machine..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color:#666666"&gt;(00:05:18) (@cold): &lt;/span&gt;(23:57:15) (cold): ...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color:#666666"&gt;(00:05:30) (@cold): &lt;/span&gt;(23:57:42) (Riveraid): aí cold&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color:#666666"&gt;(00:05:30) (@cold): &lt;/span&gt;(23:57:46) (Riveraid): vai tomar no seu cú&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color:#666666"&gt;(00:05:30) (@cold): &lt;/span&gt;(23:57:53) (cold): uau.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color:#666666"&gt;(00:05:30) (@cold): &lt;/span&gt;(23:57:58) (Riveraid): ouço black a 6 anos&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color:#666666"&gt;(00:05:30) (@cold): &lt;/span&gt;(23:57:59) (MANIAC_BUTCHER): calma velhao&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color:#666666"&gt;(00:05:30) (@cold): &lt;/span&gt;(23:58:03) (cold): mas cu não tem acento.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color:#666666"&gt;(00:05:30) (@cold): &lt;/span&gt;(23:58:04) (Riveraid): tu deve ouvir a 1 mes&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color:#666666"&gt;(00:05:30) (@cold): &lt;/span&gt;(23:58:10) (Riveraid): vc se acha mau&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color:#666666"&gt;(00:05:48) (@cold): &lt;/span&gt;(23:58:22) (Riveraid): adoraria dar o cu pra um noruegues de cabelo grande&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color:#666666"&gt;(00:05:48) (@cold): &lt;/span&gt;(23:58:23) ::: Joins: dibby (fallen@FV0b2phOnrr.200.217.60.O)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color:#666666"&gt;(00:05:48) (@cold): &lt;/span&gt;(23:58:24) (Riveraid): vai te fuder&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color:#666666"&gt;(00:05:48) (@cold): &lt;/span&gt;(23:58:30) &amp;#149; cold gargalhando&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color:#666666"&gt;(00:05:48) (@cold): &lt;/span&gt;(23:58:34) (Riveraid): eles fodem o brasil e vc é quem paga seu otário&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color:#666666"&gt;(00:05:48) (@cold): &lt;/span&gt;(23:58:40) (Riveraid): rage aganist é foda&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color:#666666"&gt;(00:05:48) (@cold): &lt;/span&gt;(23:58:41) (MANIAC_BUTCHER): hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color:#666666"&gt;(00:05:48) (@cold): &lt;/span&gt;(23:58:50) (VORTEX666): ah conrado.mas o brasil tem que explodir mesmo&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color:#666666"&gt;(00:05:48) (@cold): &lt;/span&gt;(23:58:52) (Riveraid): e eu posso falar pq eu conheço milhões de bandas de death e black&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color:#666666"&gt;(00:06:07) (@cold): &lt;/span&gt;(23:58:57) (cold): caralho, Riveraid&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color:#666666"&gt;(00:06:07) (@cold): &lt;/span&gt;(23:59:00) (VORTEX666): odeio esse lugar&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color:#666666"&gt;(00:06:07) (@cold): &lt;/span&gt;(23:59:06) (Riveraid): e tu só conhece no máximo cradle of filf&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color:#666666"&gt;(00:06:08) (@cold): &lt;/span&gt;(23:59:07) (cold): não precisa escrever uma redação não&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color:#666666"&gt;(00:06:08) (@cold): &lt;/span&gt;(23:59:14) (VORTEX666): eu abro a janela e dou de cara a um terreno baldio escroto&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color:#666666"&gt;(00:06:08) (@cold): &lt;/span&gt;(23:59:15) (VORTEX666): huahauhua&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color:#666666"&gt;(00:06:08) (@cold): &lt;/span&gt;(23:59:15) (cold): olha que viagem..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color:#666666"&gt;(00:06:20) (@cold): &lt;/span&gt;(23:59:16) (Riveraid): seu merda&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color:#666666"&gt;(00:06:21) (@cold): &lt;/span&gt;(23:59:20) ::: Quits: Vampirya (profundere@zdGGE1kyjE6.200.199.105.O): Read error: 113 (No route to host)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color:#666666"&gt;(00:06:21) (@cold): &lt;/span&gt;(23:59:26) (Riveraid): então fica calado seu pela saco&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color:#666666"&gt;(00:06:21) (@cold): &lt;/span&gt;(23:59:28) (cold): hfjkfjhdf, porra, vou gravar esse log&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color:#666666"&gt;(00:06:21) (@cold): &lt;/span&gt;(23:59:30) ::: Joins: TearJarker (conta@RDXeFLaNAyc.feop.com.br)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color:#666666"&gt;(00:06:21) (@cold): &lt;/span&gt;(23:59:50) (Riveraid): vc é um pedaço de merda c&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color:#666666"&gt;(00:06:21) (@cold): &lt;/span&gt;(23:59:55) (cold): hfdfhhdfjhdfjhdf&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color:#666666"&gt;(00:06:21) (@cold): &lt;/span&gt;(00:00:00) (Riveraid): vem falar mal de rage aganist&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color:#666666"&gt;(00:06:21) (@cold): &lt;/span&gt;(00:00:02) (Riveraid): num fode&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color:#666666"&gt;(00:06:21) (@cold): &lt;/span&gt;(00:00:07) (cold): mas eu não falei nada, meu amiguinho&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color:#666666"&gt;(00:06:21) (@cold): &lt;/span&gt;(00:00:08) (cold): hfdjhfdhjdf&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color:#666666"&gt;(00:06:21) (@cold): &lt;/span&gt;(00:00:14) (cold): vc que tá que nem uma matraca aí&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color:#666666"&gt;(00:06:21) (@cold): &lt;/span&gt;(00:00:15) (cold): hjfhdfhdf&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color:#666666"&gt;(00:06:21) (@cold): &lt;/span&gt;(00:00:16) (Riveraid): me diz a discografia completa do morbid angel depois vem falar comigo&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color:#666666"&gt;(00:06:39) (@cold): &lt;/span&gt;(00:00:22) (Riveraid): me diz a discografia completa do morbid angel depois vem falar comigo!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color:#666666"&gt;(00:06:40) (@cold): &lt;/span&gt;(00:00:30) (Riveraid): seu lixo&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color:#666666"&gt;(00:06:40) (@cold): &lt;/span&gt;(00:00:33) (cold): HFDJKFHDKDFJHDFKJFD&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color:#666666"&gt;(00:06:40) (@cold): &lt;/span&gt;(00:00:36) (TearJarker): PQP!!!! q ridiculo!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color:#666666"&gt;(00:06:40) (@cold): &lt;/span&gt;(00:00:38) ::: Parts: TearJarker (conta@RDXeFLaNAyc.feop.com.br)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color:#666666"&gt;(00:06:40) (@cold): &lt;/span&gt;(00:00:42) (Riveraid): caralho&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color:#666666"&gt;(00:06:40) (@cold): &lt;/span&gt;(00:00:42) (Riveraid): tipo&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color:#666666"&gt;(00:06:51) (@cold): &lt;/span&gt;(00:01:02) (Riveraid): são pessoas assim que eu tenho prazer em arrebentar&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color:#666666"&gt;(00:06:52) (@cold): &lt;/span&gt;(00:01:07) (cold): ARREBENTAR&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color:#666666"&gt;(00:06:52) (@cold): &lt;/span&gt;(00:01:08) (cold): HJFDHJFDJHFDJHFD&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color:#666666"&gt;(00:06:52) (@cold): &lt;/span&gt;(00:01:12) ::: Joins: Vampirya (profundere@lsFHcvUzQQ6.200.199.105.O)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color:#666666"&gt;(00:06:52) (@cold): &lt;/span&gt;(00:01:16) &amp;#149; cold tá sendo arrebentado e não sabia&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color:#666666"&gt;(00:06:52) (@cold): &lt;/span&gt;(00:01:18) (Riveraid): altar of madness, covenant, domination e o fff são os que eu tenho celso :~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color:#666666"&gt;(00:06:52) (@cold): &lt;/span&gt;(00:01:24) (Riveraid): ~faltam algumas letras&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color:#666666"&gt;(00:06:52) (@cold): &lt;/span&gt;(00:01:32) (cold): falta o gateways&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color:#666666"&gt;(00:06:52) (@cold): &lt;/span&gt;(00:01:32) (cold): :)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color:#666666"&gt;(00:06:52) (@cold): &lt;/span&gt;(00:01:44) (Riveraid): depois eu volto&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color:#666666"&gt;(00:06:52) (@cold): &lt;/span&gt;(00:01:46) (cold): falta que mais.. blessed tb.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color:#666666"&gt;(00:07:00) (@fxd-): AEHIUEHIAEH&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (00:07:00) (@fxd-): PARA&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (00:07:08) (@cold): &lt;/span&gt;(00:02:00) (Riveraid): cale-se&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color:#666666"&gt;(00:07:25) (@cold): &lt;/span&gt;(00:02:14) (Riveraid): vai morar na finlândia&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color:#666666"&gt;(00:07:25) (@cold): &lt;/span&gt;(00:02:20) (Riveraid): seu lixo&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color:#666666"&gt;(00:07:25) (@cold): &lt;/span&gt;(00:02:20) (cold): aí riveraid&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color:#666666"&gt;(00:07:25) (@cold): &lt;/span&gt;(00:02:22) (VORTEX666): love of lava é ridiculo e nem conta&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color:#666666"&gt;(00:07:25) (@cold): &lt;/span&gt;(00:02:27) (cold): vc tá precisando se masturbar.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color:#666666"&gt;(00:07:25) (@cold): &lt;/span&gt;(00:02:31) (cold): descontar essa raiva toda e tal.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color:#666666"&gt;(00:07:25) (@cold): &lt;/span&gt;(00:02:42) ::: Parts: Riveraid (Darmstad@g22Bsbgca3U.ipt.aol.com)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color:#666666"&gt;(00:07:25) (@cold): &lt;/span&gt;(00:02:44) (cold): jhfdjhfdhjdfhjdf&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color:#666666"&gt;(00:07:32) (@cold): olha esse cara&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (00:07:33) (@cold): HFDKJFHDKDFJHFD&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (00:07:51) (@fxd-): putz&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (00:07:56) (@fxd-): tudo isso pq vc disse '...'&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (00:07:58) (@fxd-): aeheiuha&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (00:08:00) (@fxd-): ele ta conectado&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (00:08:16) (@cold): hfkjfhdkjdfhhkdf&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (00:08:19) (@cold): é meu&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (00:08:20) (@fxd-): &lt;/span&gt;-00:10- msg:riveraid - ratm é uma merda.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color:#666666"&gt;(00:08:20) (@cold): pqp&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (00:08:23) &amp;#149; @cold terminou de enviar a música "after forever - decipher - 04 - emphasis" para fxd-. 6 slots disponíveis.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (00:08:25) (@cold): fxd-, HFDJHFDJHDFJHFD&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (00:08:58) (@fxd-): &lt;/span&gt;-00:10- msg:riveraid - prefiro stratovarius; eles sao loiros, bonitos e superiores.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color:#666666"&gt;(00:08:59) (@cold): vou botar no blog&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (00:09:02) (@cold): hdfkfhdhjkdhdf&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (00:09:04) (@cold): HFDHDFHDFHJDFJHDFHJFD&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (00:09:10) (@cold): pára&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (00:09:12) (@cold): pelamordedeus&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (00:09:14) (@fxd-): esqueci de por finlandeses&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (00:09:14) (@fxd-): heh&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (00:10:12) (@fxd-): &lt;/span&gt;-00:12- &amp;lt;Riveraid&amp;gt; eu sei que vc pensa assim&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color:#666666"&gt;(00:10:32) (@fxd-): &lt;/span&gt;-00:12- &amp;lt;Riveraid&amp;gt; não precisa ironizar&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color:#666666"&gt;(00:10:32) (@fxd-): &lt;/span&gt;-00:12- &amp;lt;fxd-&amp;gt; poise, seu filho da puta!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color:#666666"&gt;(00:10:34) (@fxd-): eahuieah&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (00:10:40) (@cold): HFKFDHJFDHFD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123361-7333687?l=trashofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7333687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7333687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/2001_11_18_archive.html#7333687' title=''/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123361.post-7327413</id><published>2001-11-22T17:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-22T19:04:31.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Crescer, crescer, crescer. É só o que me importa.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Eu não preciso largar o pc. Eu não preciso me importar, eu não preciso me condenar por nada.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Não preciso reclamar de nada :)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; É só seguir em frente. Sem pensar nisso. Sem querer mudar. É só ser eu mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; É aproveitar o que eu sou, é evoluir meu conhecimento de certas coisas, é evoluir minha capacidade de ignorar o que tenta me atingir.. e tenho conseguido fazer isso.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Não preciso mais de ajuda, só de companhia. Um pouco disso, já tenho.. mesmo que distante, ao mesmo tempo. O que ainda não basta.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Mas o mais importante.. agora tenho companhia de mim mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Foda-se o passado, foda-se o futuro.. e fodam-se as pessoas que me "ajudaram" a chegar nisso :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123361-7327413?l=trashofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7327413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7327413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/2001_11_18_archive.html#7327413' title=''/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123361.post-7256018</id><published>2001-11-20T00:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-20T00:49:01.130-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; É, acho melhor decidir as coisas do jeito certo.. o post anterior foi um ataque de egocentrismo..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123361-7256018?l=trashofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7256018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7256018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/2001_11_18_archive.html#7256018' title=''/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123361.post-7237212</id><published>2001-11-19T11:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-19T11:32:02.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Aliás, ontem estive quase disposto a sumir da internet. Fazer backup dos arquivos, formatar o pc e deixar assim por um bom tempo. Tô quase lá.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; É provável que hoje eu vá à terapia. Se tiver dinheiro, compro cds. Falta pouco.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123361-7237212?l=trashofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7237212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7237212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/2001_11_18_archive.html#7237212' title=''/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123361.post-7237036</id><published>2001-11-19T11:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-19T11:17:46.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; É.. quantas saudades, hein.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Mas.. de quem, mesmo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Opa. Nem precisa responder. Tá bem explícito. Sempre esteve.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Só quero que tenha certeza do que faz. Se tem, ótimo. Deixa os dramas sentimentais loucos e chatos comigo, mesmo. Sempre foi assim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Aos poucos, eu me afasto de vcs. E o problema acaba.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Sempre acaba assim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123361-7237036?l=trashofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7237036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7237036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/2001_11_18_archive.html#7237036' title=''/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123361.post-7227351</id><published>2001-11-18T23:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-18T23:54:19.846-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;img src="http://www.trashofthoughts.f2s.com/pics/cold-guy2.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.trashofthoughts.f2s.com/pics/trooper.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123361-7227351?l=trashofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7227351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7227351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/2001_11_18_archive.html#7227351' title=''/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123361.post-7226085</id><published>2001-11-18T23:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-18T23:57:22.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Adiós, pessoas falsas e/ou dissimuladas.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Vamos ver se dá certo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123361-7226085?l=trashofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7226085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7226085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/2001_11_18_archive.html#7226085' title=''/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123361.post-7104667</id><published>2001-11-14T00:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-14T00:04:25.596-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Desprezo, só o desprezo maldito..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123361-7104667?l=trashofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7104667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7104667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/2001_11_11_archive.html#7104667' title=''/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123361.post-7082523</id><published>2001-11-13T05:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-13T05:42:05.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Querem saber de uma coisa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Vc me perdeu.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; E vc também.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; E eu me desafio a acabar com essa sensibilidade inútil e exagerada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; E que se fodam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123361-7082523?l=trashofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7082523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7082523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/2001_11_11_archive.html#7082523' title=''/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123361.post-7079264</id><published>2001-11-13T01:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-13T01:58:53.906-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (02:45:52) (Parede): é&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (02:45:54) (Parede): então&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (02:47:00) (Parede): q coisa&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (02:47:34) (cold): é.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (02:48:00) (Parede): mas vc não gosta muito de ser legal não é?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (02:48:09) (cold): pq? não sou legal?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (02:48:18) (Parede): não&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (02:48:22) (cold): ótimo.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (02:48:42) (Parede): eu sei&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (02:49:04) (cold): é q eu não costumo falar com paredes.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (02:49:14) (Parede): ah..... cold&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (02:49:24) (Parede): o seu tbm é bem significante não?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (02:49:28) (Parede): Cold&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (02:49:35) (cold): deve ser, pra alguns..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (02:49:52) (Parede): é lógico&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (02:50:02) (Parede): assim como parede as vzs faltam p/ outros&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (02:50:04) (Parede): entende?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (02:50:12) (cold): pozé.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (02:50:17) (cold): q coisa, né.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (02:50:27) (Parede): q coisa hein&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (02:50:32) (Parede): vai mudar tua vida isso&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (02:50:49) (cold): sim.. já tá anotado no meu caderninho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123361-7079264?l=trashofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7079264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7079264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/2001_11_11_archive.html#7079264' title=''/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123361.post-7077737</id><published>2001-11-13T00:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-13T00:55:44.973-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; É deprimente ler o histórico ridículo desse blog. Espero que eu amadureça um pouco.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123361-7077737?l=trashofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7077737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7077737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/2001_11_11_archive.html#7077737' title=''/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123361.post-7069911</id><published>2001-11-12T19:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-12T19:43:42.130-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Heh. Não tá dando pra comentar nessa bosta. Sorte que meu novo blog já já tá pronto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123361-7069911?l=trashofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7069911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7069911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/2001_11_11_archive.html#7069911' title=''/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123361.post-7048516</id><published>2001-11-12T00:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-12T00:23:50.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Aéreo.. viajando.. distraído. Parece que o remédio finalmente deu as caras.. tô assim desde que passei a tomar 300mg, o que deve fazer umas 2 semanas.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Mal consigo pensar.. que merda.. tá num estado permanente isso.. sei lá o que fazer. Mas ta tudo uma bosta e sem nexo.. meus movimentos não têm nexo.. minhas reações são atrasadas..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Quero meus sentidos, meu ânimo, minha atenção de volta.. mas tô dormindo acordado todos os dias, todo o tempo. É horrível.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123361-7048516?l=trashofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7048516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7048516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/2001_11_11_archive.html#7048516' title=''/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123361.post-7034301</id><published>2001-11-11T11:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-11T11:55:23.500-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Falar disso.. só disso... já encheu mais que o saco..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123361-7034301?l=trashofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7034301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7034301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/2001_11_11_archive.html#7034301' title=''/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123361.post-7002065</id><published>2001-11-09T20:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-09T20:14:23.880-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.vircio.org/article.php?sid=60&amp;mode=&amp;order=0"&gt;http://www.vircio.org/article.php?sid=60&amp;mode=&amp;order=0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Nicks revelam o comportamento&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Postado em Terça, outubro 30 @ 20:31:15 BRST  &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; "A escolha de um nick implica, sempre, a revelação de uma faceta da pessoa que o usa ou alguma parte de sua história", afirma a psicóloga Ivelise Fortim Campos. Mesmo o internauta que usa um nick que aparentemente nada tem a ver com ela está puxando dos recônditos do subconsciente aquela representação.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Psicólogos estudam os vícios na Web e afirmam que os apelidos revelam uma faceta do usuário, embora, aparentemente, nada tenham a ver com o seu comportamento.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Um dos motivos que pode levar o usuário a se tornar um viciado em chats é quando ele adquire, dentro da sala, uma importância que nunca teve no mundo presencial (real), diz a psicóloga, acrescentando que para casos com este perfil existem tratamentos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123361-7002065?l=trashofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7002065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/7002065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/2001_11_04_archive.html#7002065' title=''/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123361.post-6961276</id><published>2001-11-08T04:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-08T04:39:19.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Infelizmente, meus pensamentos devem tá em outro mundo.. aonde tudo é relativamente fácil, rápido, romântico até, centrado em mim e MUITO infantil. O nome do blog é apropriadíssimo. Tô fora da realidade que me faz viver nisso aqui (mundo). Completamente fora. Sem noção das coisas. E sem saber como me re-ajustar, mas já cansado dessa situação.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; É até engraçado o fato de eu usar o nick "cold" e precisar justamente ser mais FRIO e menos sensível com quase tudo. Um paradoxo idiota, mas interessante.. essas coisas do inconsciente e tal.. "escolhi justo esse nick, por que será?" e etc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123361-6961276?l=trashofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/6961276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/6961276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/2001_11_04_archive.html#6961276' title=''/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123361.post-6933110</id><published>2001-11-07T03:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-07T04:54:53.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Não gosto disso. Mesmo. Tem que acabar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (I stayed awake for you. Stayed for you. Stayed for who?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123361-6933110?l=trashofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/6933110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/6933110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/2001_11_04_archive.html#6933110' title=''/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123361.post-6917234</id><published>2001-11-06T16:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-06T16:31:27.763-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; É, o show desabou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; [ &lt;b&gt;ouvindo&lt;/b&gt;: cat power - moon pix - 10 - crossbones style ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123361-6917234?l=trashofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/6917234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/6917234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/2001_11_04_archive.html#6917234' title=''/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123361.post-6895707</id><published>2001-11-05T21:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-05T21:47:33.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Desânimo absoluto.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; O show, pelo menos, ainda tá de pé. Acho. Talvez minha irmã vá junto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Meu humor tá péssimo.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Faltei à terapia e não liguei avisando.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Qualquer um consegue me irritar.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Qualquer coisa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123361-6895707?l=trashofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/6895707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/6895707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/2001_11_04_archive.html#6895707' title=''/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123361.post-6825756</id><published>2001-11-02T22:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-02T22:53:51.173-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; STRESS PORRA CARALHO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123361-6825756?l=trashofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/6825756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/6825756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/2001_10_28_archive.html#6825756' title=''/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123361.post-6818407</id><published>2001-11-02T17:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-02T17:05:28.936-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Acho que vou pro show da cat power, dia 6..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123361-6818407?l=trashofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/6818407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/6818407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/2001_10_28_archive.html#6818407' title=''/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123361.post-6818349</id><published>2001-11-02T17:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-02T17:02:59.560-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Não precisa ser complicado.. nem desse jeito.. bah, foda-se também.. drama do caralho..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; [ &lt;b&gt;ouvindo&lt;/b&gt;: yo la tengo - and then nothing turned itself inside out - 01 - everyday ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123361-6818349?l=trashofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/6818349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/6818349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/2001_10_28_archive.html#6818349' title=''/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123361.post-6773038</id><published>2001-10-31T22:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-10-31T23:06:55.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Calor.. muito calor. Porra, quando o tempo fica assim, fica tudo um lixo.. a minha preguiça, que já era enorme, aumenta. O corpo fica meio melado. Não adianta tomar banho.. é só sair do banheiro que o corpo já fica melado de novo. Só que, se eu não tomar, nem eu suporto o cheiro. Os cachorros.. 2 cachorros.. esses tomam um banho por semana (teoricamente), portanto, ficam fedendo. Puta que pariu, o apartamento todo deve ficar infestado por causa desses dois. Mas também não adianta dar banho neles agora. Com esses pêlos, eles ficam suando rapidinho. E eu nunca dou banho neles mesmo, quem faz isso é minha mãe, quem fazia era a minha irmã. E não é agora que vou fazer isso. Deviam é aparar os pêlos. Foda-se..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Não ando conseguindo fazer nada. Na internet ou fora dela. Não consigo mexer na IRCZone nova. Não consigo escrever porra nenhuma pro livro. Não termino logo de ler o Demian do Hermann Hesse. Não consegui nem começar a mexer com os anúncios que a mãe da bia deixou aqui. Só como algo decente pra tomar os remédios.. o resto, que é pouco, é porcaria, tipo bolacha de chocolate. Não ligo pro meu pai. Não saio com ele. Mal converso com as pessoas. Cara fechada.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Algumas dessas coisas não estão me interessando, mas o interesse, pelo visto, não basta. Por exemplo.. pego os papéis que a mãe da bia deixou e não penso em nada. Me dá um vazio. O mesmo com o livro. Posso ficar sentado 1h pensando em algo pra escrever. Posso querer ler o que minha irmã me mandou. Mas não me concentro em porra nenhuma. Posso até avançar algumas coisas na IRCZone, mas, nesse ritmo, o site fica pronto em 2003. Não há concentração pra continuar.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; O que consigo fazer é só reclamar. De mim, óbvio. Também, é o que há de mais fácil. Todo mundo tem problemas, mas a maioria das pessoas os "mascaram" (não é a palavra exata, mas foda-se) pra não se preocuparem tanto. As que os enxergam e que enxergam até o que não existe têm depressão.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; E, justo quando tô nessa, algumas pessoas se afastam um pouco de mim. Já as que não se afastam sentem que eu é que tô me afastando. Parece combinado.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Preciso de uma mudança de rotina. Mas não uma mudança normal, tipo estudo ou trabalho, até porque não tô conseguindo assumir esses compromissos.. nada tão forçado. Preciso de uma namorada ou algo do tipo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123361-6773038?l=trashofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/6773038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/6773038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/2001_10_28_archive.html#6773038' title=''/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123361.post-6762703</id><published>2001-10-31T15:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-10-31T15:18:00.630-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.uol.com.br/ultnot/ult265u5659.shl"&gt;SBT divulga nota de protesto contra a Globo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123361-6762703?l=trashofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/6762703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/6762703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/2001_10_28_archive.html#6762703' title=''/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123361.post-6750516</id><published>2001-10-31T03:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-10-31T03:04:51.213-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Anônimas, anônimas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; [ &lt;b&gt;ouvindo&lt;/b&gt;: nine inch nails - the fragile - disc 2 - 02 - into the void ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123361-6750516?l=trashofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/6750516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/6750516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/2001_10_28_archive.html#6750516' title=''/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123361.post-6690114</id><published>2001-10-28T23:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-10-28T23:57:20.673-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Eu tô aqui. Mas vc me vê? Vc me olha. Mas me vê? Não. Vc não liga.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123361-6690114?l=trashofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/6690114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/6690114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/2001_10_28_archive.html#6690114' title=''/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123361.post-6667078</id><published>2001-10-27T22:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-02T21:37:18.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.trashofthoughts.f2s.com/pics/alalieb.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123361-6667078?l=trashofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/6667078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/6667078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/2001_10_21_archive.html#6667078' title=''/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123361.post-6666970</id><published>2001-10-27T21:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-10-27T21:57:32.126-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Livre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123361-6666970?l=trashofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/6666970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/6666970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/2001_10_21_archive.html#6666970' title=''/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123361.post-6653932</id><published>2001-10-27T05:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-10-27T05:14:19.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; IMPOSSÍVEL.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Falsidade e falta de sinceridade..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Que ódio.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; NÃO CONFIE EM NINGUÉM, ANDRÉ, PORRA&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; E não se corte por isso&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Ela não merece porra nenhuma desse sofrimento.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123361-6653932?l=trashofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/6653932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/6653932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/2001_10_21_archive.html#6653932' title=''/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123361.post-6653342</id><published>2001-10-27T04:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-10-27T04:11:25.020-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Ainda confuso.. mas menos que antes. Menos possível de um lado e mais do outro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123361-6653342?l=trashofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/6653342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/6653342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/2001_10_21_archive.html#6653342' title=''/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123361.post-6643679</id><published>2001-10-26T18:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-10-26T18:22:01.280-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; my dear, don't leave me now&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; close at the edge of my end&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; all this time you have been my friend&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; don't go, stay for a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; my dear, you're losing me now&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; this will be my last hour&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; hear my voice, see my face&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; see how sick i am&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; how i long for your embrace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; [ &lt;b&gt;ouvindo&lt;/b&gt;: the gathering - mandylion - 07 - sand and mercury ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123361-6643679?l=trashofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/6643679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/6643679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/2001_10_21_archive.html#6643679' title=''/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123361.post-6631755</id><published>2001-10-26T08:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-10-26T08:20:52.666-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; tsc.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Quem mandou ser como é.. agora, já era.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Sempre são as pessoas erradas..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123361-6631755?l=trashofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/6631755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/6631755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/2001_10_21_archive.html#6631755' title=''/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123361.post-6596780</id><published>2001-10-24T23:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-10-24T23:29:54.756-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.trashofthoughts.f2s.com/pics/eca2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123361-6596780?l=trashofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/6596780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/6596780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/2001_10_21_archive.html#6596780' title=''/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123361.post-6596661</id><published>2001-10-24T23:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-10-24T23:26:13.360-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Tô lembrando das cenas no metrô e arredores.. bateu saudade, mesmo que eu não tenha entendido o que realmente houve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123361-6596661?l=trashofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/6596661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/6596661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/2001_10_21_archive.html#6596661' title=''/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123361.post-6575695</id><published>2001-10-24T05:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-10-24T05:29:18.120-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; INFERNO. Porra de situação horrível. ESCOLHA, DE UMA VEZ POR TODAS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123361-6575695?l=trashofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/6575695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/6575695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/2001_10_21_archive.html#6575695' title=''/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123361.post-6573604</id><published>2001-10-24T02:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-10-24T02:41:12.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Olhei pra textura da porta. Vi um menino cabisbaixo. Minha mesa tá suja e cheia de tranqueiras, como pacote de bolacha vazio, cds, chocolate, moedas, camisinha e até um guarda-chuva. Na cama bagunçada tá o cachorro. Eu não devia deixar ele ficar na minha cama, mas simplesmente não me importo. Eu usaria o guarda-chuva pra ir pra terapia. Se fosse. E o azedinho fazendo graça no canal. Qual é a dele? E a coisa sutil e ao mesmo tempo indiscreta continua. E meus ciúmes, onde ficam? No lixo. Aqui. "Não sei, não sei". O menino cabisbaixo tenta se levantar, mas parece ser empurrado. Ficando corcunda e sem perspectivas do horizonte. As pálpebras pesam, a cabeça pesa. Distração e negligência. E essa porra de "cd uol 720 horas", o que tá fazendo aqui? Não importa. Não tem música tocando? Foda-se. Tão esperando vc responder? Alguma atitude sua? E daí? Fechou a janela. Mas não tenho nada pra falar, já disse o que me importa no momento e o que me importa no momento é impossível. Azar o meu, como de costume. Azar do menino. Sorte do cachorro, que vai dormir confortável na cama.. sorte de todos que suportam a si mesmos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123361-6573604?l=trashofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/6573604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/6573604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/2001_10_21_archive.html#6573604' title=''/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123361.post-6573272</id><published>2001-10-24T02:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-10-24T02:19:47.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; A ave sai do ovo. O ovo é o mundo. Quem quiser nascer tem que destruir um mundo. A ave voa para Deus. E o deus se chama Abraxas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123361-6573272?l=trashofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/6573272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123361/posts/default/6573272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashofthoughts.blogspot.com/2001_10_21_archive.html#6573272' title=''/><author><name>cold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06630741503924557263</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></entry></feed>
