<?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-12364685</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:46:36.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Incompetant Critic</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incompetantcritic.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364685/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incompetantcritic.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Incompetant Critic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14773956090818391834</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>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12364685.post-113572184753027978</id><published>2005-12-27T14:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T14:23:05.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>QUITE MOMENTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/1044/1600/LONG_WAY.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/1044/320/LONG_WAY.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;QUITE MOMENTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Silence supports the situation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and tries to save it from Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Big Mug of whiskey iz in my nees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;These shallow fears are increasin !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Uncertanity izz like a master to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Foggy, mornins,sunlightstill betyars me,conspiring to create a mystical History.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Since childhood I stand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;like a lonely tree and keep &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;observin the old Big Massive Mansion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;of the old King where his Kids used to frol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, it's about time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Astriction iz the award in this spot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I live in a broken highway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In the cold night with breeze and my friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;all nite long &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 more shots of Coke !!!Then they say its a Rich Man's Play Haha hahaha LMBO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12364685-113572184753027978?l=incompetantcritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incompetantcritic.blogspot.com/feeds/113572184753027978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12364685&amp;postID=113572184753027978' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364685/posts/default/113572184753027978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364685/posts/default/113572184753027978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incompetantcritic.blogspot.com/2005/12/quite-moments_27.html' title='QUITE MOMENTS'/><author><name>Incompetant Critic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14773956090818391834</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><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12364685.post-113398605725913361</id><published>2005-12-07T11:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T15:07:54.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain Folks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/1044/1600/fREE.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/1044/320/fREE.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/1044/1600/hanging_man.6.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pain Folks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's not always what you know...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again I eat like a mad dick&lt;br /&gt;CHOCKLEATS, ICECREAMS, HAM,TURKEY,MILK,COOKIES, BURGERS,WINE, BEER&lt;br /&gt;AND EVERYTHIN I COME IN CONTACT WITH&lt;br /&gt;Should i rather say ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wats going where&lt;br /&gt;I dont ever have even a Wage idea,&lt;br /&gt;they say its a sign of my insanity&lt;br /&gt;they say the symptons are too&lt;br /&gt;damm strong for me to be corrected NOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I scared, ?&lt;br /&gt;I want to hide&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to come in contact with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damm I feel the fear&lt;br /&gt;The heart beats soo fast&lt;br /&gt;The hands shiver again&lt;br /&gt;The mind looses control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drinking Margaritas at the Beach&lt;br /&gt;Turkey cooked in a tabletop roaster&lt;br /&gt;Driving a long Highway&lt;br /&gt;some heavenly trips on ecstasy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do I need to advocate these drugs NE More ? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What kind a Magic do they DOOO !!! HUUU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Another weekday hangover experience !!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another night of sleep iz all I guess I want&lt;br /&gt;I'm on a roll of dream, trip here.&lt;br /&gt;Dreams: I'm in a circular room and trying to figure out&lt;br /&gt;where to put the angular &lt;strong&gt;HEART SHAPED BOX&lt;/strong&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some &lt;strong&gt;True HALLUCINATION &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fight all day and Night&lt;br /&gt;Just when I thought my ability&lt;br /&gt;to review couldn't get any worse...&lt;br /&gt;They asks me to Criticize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I want to disappear without Fuckin trace !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My Incompetanance Again iz hanging naked on this Wall !!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I SOON SHALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; BE FREE !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12364685-113398605725913361?l=incompetantcritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incompetantcritic.blogspot.com/feeds/113398605725913361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12364685&amp;postID=113398605725913361' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364685/posts/default/113398605725913361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364685/posts/default/113398605725913361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incompetantcritic.blogspot.com/2005/12/pain-folks.html' title='Pain Folks'/><author><name>Incompetant Critic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14773956090818391834</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><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12364685.post-113217144177323745</id><published>2005-11-16T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T12:15:22.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>True Hallucinations</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/1044/1600/true-hallucinations-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="234" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/1044/320/true-hallucinations-small.jpg" width="181" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hope these words are not cold To you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life in Perspective&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For those still learning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;this puts it all into words&lt;br /&gt;perfectly. I call it the "True Hallucinations "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"life Crisis." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It is when you stop&lt;br /&gt;going along with the crowd and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;start realizing that there are a lot of&lt;br /&gt;things about yourself that you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;didn't know and may or may not like.&lt;br /&gt;You start feeling insecure and wonder where&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; you will be in a year or&lt;br /&gt;two, but then get scared because you barely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; know where you are now.&lt;br /&gt;You start realizing that people are selfish &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and that, maybe, those&lt;br /&gt;friends that you thought you were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so close to aren't exactly the&lt;br /&gt;greatest people you have ever met and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the people you have lost touch&lt;br /&gt;with are some of the most important ones.&lt;br /&gt;What you do not realize is that they are realizing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;that too and are not really cold or catty or mean &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;or insincere, but that they are as&lt;br /&gt;confused as you. You look at your job. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It is not even close to what&lt;br /&gt;you thought you would be doing or maybe you are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;looking for one and realizing that you are going &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;to have to start at the bottom and are&lt;br /&gt;scared. You miss the comforts of college, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;of groups, of socializing&lt;br /&gt;with the same people on a constant basis. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But then you realize that&lt;br /&gt;maybe they weren't so great after all.&lt;br /&gt;You are beginning to understand yourself and what you want and do not&lt;br /&gt;want. Your opinions have gotten stronger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You see what others are&lt;br /&gt;doing and find yourself judging a bit more than usual because suddenly&lt;br /&gt;you realize that you have certain boundaries &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;in your life and add&lt;br /&gt;things to your list of what is acceptable and what is not. You are&lt;br /&gt;insecure and then secure. You laugh and cry with the greatest force of&lt;br /&gt;your life. You feel alone and scared and confused. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Suddenly change is&lt;br /&gt;the enemy and you try and cling on to the past with dear life but soon&lt;br /&gt;realize that the past is drifting further and further away and there&lt;br /&gt;is nothing to do but stay where you are or move forward.&lt;br /&gt;You get your heart broken and wonder how someone you loved could do&lt;br /&gt;such damage to you or you lie in bed and wonder why you can't meet&lt;br /&gt;anyone decent enough to get to know better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You love someone but maybe&lt;br /&gt;love someone else too and cannot figure out why you are doing this&lt;br /&gt;because you are not a bad person.&lt;br /&gt;One night stands and random hook ups start to look cheap and getting&lt;br /&gt;wasted and acting like an idiot starts to look pathetic. You go&lt;br /&gt;through the same emotions and questions over and over and talk with&lt;br /&gt;your friends about the same topics because you cannot seem to make a&lt;br /&gt;decision.&lt;br /&gt;You worry about loans and money and the future and making a life for&lt;br /&gt;yourself and while winning the race would be great, right now you'd&lt;br /&gt;just like to be a contender! What you may not realize is that **&lt;br /&gt;everyone ** reading this relates to it. We are in our best of times&lt;br /&gt;and our worst of times, trying as hard as we can to figure this whole&lt;br /&gt;thing out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Please dont feel bad its not you whozz to blame "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12364685-113217144177323745?l=incompetantcritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incompetantcritic.blogspot.com/feeds/113217144177323745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12364685&amp;postID=113217144177323745' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364685/posts/default/113217144177323745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364685/posts/default/113217144177323745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incompetantcritic.blogspot.com/2005/11/true-hallucinations.html' title='True Hallucinations'/><author><name>Incompetant Critic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14773956090818391834</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><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12364685.post-113155260587191238</id><published>2005-11-09T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T08:31:36.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Widow !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/1044/1600/devour.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/1044/320/devour.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be Careful &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We are into the world of stooge .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man called SAM checked-in to a hotel In New Yark. There was a computer in his room, So he decided to send an e-mail&lt;br /&gt;to his wife. However, he accidentally&lt;br /&gt;Typed wrong e-mail address,&lt;br /&gt;and without realizing his error, he sent the&lt;br /&gt;e-mail. Meanwhile.....somewhere in New Delhi, a widow had just returned home from her husband's funeral.&lt;br /&gt;The widow decided to check here-mail,&lt;br /&gt;expecting messages from relatives and friends. After reading the first message,&lt;br /&gt;she fainted. The widow's son rushed into the room, found his mother on the floor, and saw the computer screen which read:--------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To : My Loving Wife&lt;br /&gt;Subject: I've Reached&lt;br /&gt;Date: 16 August 2004&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you're surprised to hear from me.&lt;br /&gt;They have computers here now,&lt;br /&gt;and you are allowed to send e-mails&lt;br /&gt;to your loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;I've just reached and have been checked in.&lt;br /&gt;I see that everything has been&lt;br /&gt;prepared for your arrival tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to seeing you then !&lt;br /&gt;Hope your journey is as uneventful as mine was...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12364685-113155260587191238?l=incompetantcritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incompetantcritic.blogspot.com/feeds/113155260587191238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12364685&amp;postID=113155260587191238' title='37 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364685/posts/default/113155260587191238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364685/posts/default/113155260587191238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incompetantcritic.blogspot.com/2005/11/poor-widow.html' title='Poor Widow !!!'/><author><name>Incompetant Critic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14773956090818391834</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><thr:total>37</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12364685.post-113137011268670100</id><published>2005-11-07T05:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T08:20:13.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Critic Trapped</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/1044/1600/critictrapped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/1044/320/critictrapped.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Critic Trapped wants to talk to !!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/1044/1600/blind-man%201.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Once upon a time&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time,&lt;br /&gt;They used to laugh with their hearts&lt;br /&gt;and laugh with their eyes,&lt;br /&gt;But now they only laugh with their teeth,&lt;br /&gt;While their ice-block-cold eyes&lt;br /&gt;Search behind my shadow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a time indeed&lt;br /&gt;They used to shake hands with their hearts,&lt;br /&gt;But tats gone,&lt;br /&gt;While their left hands search&lt;br /&gt;My empty pockets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to hear&lt;br /&gt;“Feel at home,” “come again”,they say,&lt;br /&gt;and when I come again&lt;br /&gt;and feel at home,&lt;br /&gt;once twice, there will be no thrice&lt;br /&gt;For then I find doors shut on me.&lt;br /&gt;So, I have learnt many things,&lt;br /&gt;I have learned to wear many faces&lt;br /&gt;Like dresses ----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;homeface, cocktailface, officeface, streetface, hostface&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all their conforming smiles&lt;br /&gt;Like a fixed portrait smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have learned too,&lt;br /&gt;To laugh with only my teeth &amp;&lt;br /&gt;shake hands without my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I have also learnt to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;When I meant good riddance&lt;br /&gt;To say glad to meet u&lt;br /&gt;Without being glad,&lt;br /&gt;to say its been Nice talking to u&lt;br /&gt;After being bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But believe me I want to be what&lt;br /&gt;I used to be When I was like you .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to Unlearn all these muting things&lt;br /&gt;Most of all, I want to relearn&lt;br /&gt;How to laugh, for my laugh in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;Shows only my teeth&lt;br /&gt;like a snakes bare fangs !&lt;br /&gt;So show me ,How to laugh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WONT U TEACH ME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;show me how I used&lt;br /&gt;to laugh &amp;amp; smile&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time when I was like u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iz that my criticism ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12364685-113137011268670100?l=incompetantcritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incompetantcritic.blogspot.com/feeds/113137011268670100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12364685&amp;postID=113137011268670100' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364685/posts/default/113137011268670100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364685/posts/default/113137011268670100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incompetantcritic.blogspot.com/2005/11/critic-trapped.html' title='Critic Trapped'/><author><name>Incompetant Critic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14773956090818391834</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12364685.post-113033452406303946</id><published>2005-10-26T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T10:37:04.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Head Trips In PipeLine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/1044/1600/2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/1044/1600/Sad%20IncompetantCritic.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/1044/320/Sad%20IncompetantCritic.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do I Hide My Face for these Bad Dreams ? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y do i feel like a bad man&lt;br /&gt;y do i feel like a sad man&lt;br /&gt;y do i feel like a blind man&lt;br /&gt;y do i feel like a cold man&lt;br /&gt;no sights are in here&lt;br /&gt;no one iz in my Room&lt;br /&gt;in my dark cold room&lt;br /&gt;picture on my celing iz so sad&lt;br /&gt;picture on my celing iz so cold&lt;br /&gt;these painted hoodlums&lt;br /&gt;are 2 black and cold&lt;br /&gt;these 4 walls are soo black&lt;br /&gt;may be thats y where i lack&lt;br /&gt;to hear those unheard voices&lt;br /&gt;which i heard in my past&lt;br /&gt;coz it was always rainig&lt;br /&gt;in my head,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My Shadow Proves the Sunshine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My Blues prove me being in vain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My Mirror proves me being sain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If I throw a glass of water on the mirror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;All I have iz a distorted image of a boy all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This proves end of the rays in my life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Doezz it ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This Room Spins &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And I am Still HIGH&lt;br /&gt;I am not yet tired Of this Dysfunctionality&lt;br /&gt;Young Boy"s Innocence iz still been abused !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12364685-113033452406303946?l=incompetantcritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incompetantcritic.blogspot.com/feeds/113033452406303946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12364685&amp;postID=113033452406303946' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364685/posts/default/113033452406303946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364685/posts/default/113033452406303946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incompetantcritic.blogspot.com/2005/10/head-trips-in-pipeline.html' title='Head Trips In PipeLine'/><author><name>Incompetant Critic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14773956090818391834</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><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12364685.post-112734003053573294</id><published>2005-09-21T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T08:34:38.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Three  words !!!  LIFE GOES ON ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/1044/1600/In%2023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/1044/320/In%2023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/1044/1600/In2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/1044/1600/untitled%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Described the life in 3 words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT GOES ON !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Be&lt;br /&gt;The depth of winter,made me learn that there was within me an invincible summer... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Great iz he who iz in me then the liar in the world ...My Pain was definate and cannot be Described ,They still suspect it ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am afraid of tommorow coz I have seen yesterday !!!&lt;br /&gt;My small worries have Big Shadows !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12364685-112734003053573294?l=incompetantcritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incompetantcritic.blogspot.com/feeds/112734003053573294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12364685&amp;postID=112734003053573294' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364685/posts/default/112734003053573294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364685/posts/default/112734003053573294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incompetantcritic.blogspot.com/2005/09/three-words-life-goes-on.html' title='Three  words !!!  LIFE GOES ON ...'/><author><name>Incompetant Critic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14773956090818391834</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><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12364685.post-112556345730941019</id><published>2005-09-01T01:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T11:33:43.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God"s Incompetence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/1044/1600/Godz%20%20Incontinence1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/1044/320/Godz%20%20Incontinence1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hi folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you decide that world is gonna be a better place tomorrow !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gotta see this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Real Side of the World&lt;br /&gt;Truly Hard to Accept&lt;br /&gt;This is the Other Side of the Coin...!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"No one in the History of Mankid could Understand Why did he made the Differances "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Totally His Incompetence...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.caglar.net/coin/flash.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;http://www.caglar.net/coin/flash.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I Think&lt;br /&gt;Why iz he DOING THIS !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dont forget to post what you think ???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12364685-112556345730941019?l=incompetantcritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incompetantcritic.blogspot.com/feeds/112556345730941019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12364685&amp;postID=112556345730941019' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364685/posts/default/112556345730941019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364685/posts/default/112556345730941019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incompetantcritic.blogspot.com/2005/09/gods-incompetence.html' title='God&quot;s Incompetence'/><author><name>Incompetant Critic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14773956090818391834</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12364685.post-112555820884666448</id><published>2005-08-31T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T11:44:42.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dysfunctionality</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/1044/1600/Love%20Him.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/1044/320/Love%20Him.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tired Of This Dysfunctionality&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All My Sneer IZ Here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Living in the hope that those &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Unrealistic dreams come true&lt;/span&gt; ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Everything began Five years back, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the summer of 1999 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;when 16 yr old kid &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;was asked to take misfortune of his Father&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The isolation started in teenage &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;he started on drugs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Completely lost his existence, innocence and all he had&lt;br /&gt;listing to degraded music,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;and started living on there pitty,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;His innocence&lt;br /&gt;was played by this world&lt;br /&gt;the exhausted poor guy&lt;br /&gt;stood in the Punishment cell everyday&lt;br /&gt;to fight his victimization&lt;br /&gt;probably he"ll never find a way out&lt;br /&gt;untill he"iz gone like his father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much happened during&lt;br /&gt;those months spent&lt;br /&gt;that he abandoned school&lt;br /&gt;his childhood had some memories&lt;br /&gt;all faded with time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I guess his isolation years have been revised ? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His Falling was Easy&lt;br /&gt;but getting back was a problem&lt;br /&gt;I am now tired of this Dysfunctionality&lt;br /&gt;condescending thoughts had a jaint power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has been Hated and Discrimanated&lt;br /&gt;and allways been demonstrated !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knows he had been mistaken&lt;br /&gt;there have been so many imperfections&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If he bends more he"ll break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well now i have no more to say&lt;br /&gt;i cant choose to walk away...&lt;br /&gt;i made him commitments !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If His eyes are not wet does not mean he does not cry&lt;br /&gt;If he iz strong does not mean nothing went wrong... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12364685-112555820884666448?l=incompetantcritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12364685.post-112499108903183053</id><published>2005-08-25T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T03:41:04.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty Sky All Nite all Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/1044/1600/incompetence1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/1044/320/incompetence1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm Just a Male with A Higher Mental Vibration,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Trying To Figure out my Path to this life And Stay On It. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Life Is A Journey, A Step Towards Many Steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Confessions &lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When you have seen all, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;that is what happens to you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Life becomes Show Case Of Uniqueness, And Thoughts only...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Once Again Back to square 1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;this is the square i need to break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You see the injustice and unfairness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;all around you Is it Nature ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;or Circumstance that ultimately &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;dictates who we are? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What type of person we develop into?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I think I am officially in isolation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;with 3 new holes in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the Brutal thoughts are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hoardings on my mind always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it seems a lil complicated vn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;these combined forces of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Secret Servicework against you collectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Theses flaming habbits &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;would never end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have always been asking myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;to extend my Silence &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and prolong the my absence to them &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Perhaps my presence will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;again lead to my absence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so dont worry so don't get anxious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am jus waiting, waiting, waiting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;as time tick-tocks with painful seconds &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;that I can't help but count, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and can't bear the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;length of each one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so i think i waste moretime then anyone else &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I might breakdown &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;think its necessary to medicate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i am not sleeping cant stay awake !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Again My Incompetanance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12364685-112499108903183053?l=incompetantcritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incompetantcritic.blogspot.com/feeds/112499108903183053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12364685&amp;postID=112499108903183053' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364685/posts/default/112499108903183053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364685/posts/default/112499108903183053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incompetantcritic.blogspot.com/2005/08/empty-sky-all-nite-all-day.html' title='Empty Sky All Nite all Day'/><author><name>Incompetant Critic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14773956090818391834</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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12364685.post-112489093896154151</id><published>2005-08-24T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T14:47:24.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Make mistakes Ha.-ha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/1044/1600/alone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/1044/320/alone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Inculcated in me is the&lt;br /&gt;fear of making MISTAKES&lt;br /&gt;ITS NOT AN ILL THOUGHT&lt;br /&gt;it is not fantasy but reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Make mistakes Ha.-Ha &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its all about me and my Complex,&lt;br /&gt;which I have been searching for all alone ......&lt;br /&gt;Its all about me on a blind road,&lt;br /&gt;Sightless person&lt;br /&gt;I find myself Crying for Attention&lt;br /&gt;Dig my self a littlea 21 year old guy&lt;br /&gt;swallows his pride for another day&lt;br /&gt;I think I am going where there is cold&lt;br /&gt;and I am shiviring life have Jaded me weakened my Spirits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lived on Drugs,and Depression&lt;br /&gt;only it gives Dullness and insensibility&lt;br /&gt;to my mind, it does so good to me&lt;br /&gt;i have lived Depression&lt;br /&gt;and have never been able&lt;br /&gt;to come out of it&lt;br /&gt;I have seen the end of the rays in my life&lt;br /&gt;all people purposely give into Depression,&lt;br /&gt;as i did the I am heavily involved with Marijuana&lt;br /&gt;all i Deal is Anxiety, Anger,&lt;br /&gt;Depression, Boredom, and YOU&lt;br /&gt;a few minutes of inhaling of this smoke&lt;br /&gt;even if i have many like you&lt;br /&gt;When i am intoxicated i have a Dry Mouth,&lt;br /&gt;Rapid Heartbeat, some loss of coordination&lt;br /&gt;with my Senses raises my Blood Pressure&lt;br /&gt;Slightly and then it fades slowly and firmly&lt;br /&gt;it helps me loose my Motive&lt;br /&gt;I go rekless I swallow my Pride for another Day&lt;br /&gt;With this Highly addictive stimulant&lt;br /&gt;my head is so high and chest is so tight,&lt;br /&gt;the stomach ties its nots&lt;br /&gt;and then the my dark room starts to spin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;enjoy cocaine die always &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every single minute with fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not accomplish whatI have,&lt;br /&gt;I hate to advocate drugs, alcohol, violence, or insanityto anyone,&lt;br /&gt;But they've always worked for me.&lt;br /&gt;Time is never wasted when you're wasted all the timeI am a real proof that God loves Me&lt;br /&gt;The depth and hollowness&lt;br /&gt;which he has given me is&lt;br /&gt;increasing every single day&lt;br /&gt;I live its not a backward thought thats what happen vn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a regular blank mind speaks...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Call me loony,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Call me Incompetant Critic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12364685-112489093896154151?l=incompetantcritic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incompetantcritic.blogspot.com/feeds/112489093896154151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12364685&amp;postID=112489093896154151' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364685/posts/default/112489093896154151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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