<?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-5763717542662923186</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:49:45.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>terminals.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometotheterminal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5763717542662923186/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometotheterminal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mike.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339714005116163158</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>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5763717542662923186.post-6713693377586089086</id><published>2008-07-21T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T07:50:55.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>008// hibernate.</title><content type='html'>the things you own, they end up owning you.&lt;br /&gt;i've been so lazy the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;so happy uni has started again, but if you asked me last night it wouldn't have been a nice answer.&lt;br /&gt;i have some decent subjects and im excited.. i wish i didn't have a job and could focus 100% on study, would be so ruling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;either way, lifes good.&lt;br /&gt;i came home to a seizure today, it sucked.&lt;br /&gt;but i saw batman.&lt;br /&gt;i'm aware how desensitized i am to it all now.&lt;br /&gt;but i don't really have a choice.&lt;br /&gt;if i let everything get to me i would not be here hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know, still waiting.&lt;br /&gt;i wrote a lot more but no-one is going to get it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5763717542662923186-6713693377586089086?l=welcometotheterminal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometotheterminal.blogspot.com/feeds/6713693377586089086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5763717542662923186.post-9200739760348153425</id><published>2008-07-06T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T07:26:32.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>007// its late out.</title><content type='html'>i should get some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;im well aware that most of my blogs revolve around sleep.&lt;br /&gt;to be honest im not even a fan of it much.&lt;br /&gt;but always feel i need more.&lt;br /&gt;typical human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck you, mankind.&lt;br /&gt;you're so ugly, so vain.&lt;br /&gt;the language of brutality is all you seem to understand.&lt;br /&gt;bloodlust as long as it's someone elses blood.&lt;br /&gt;to fuck, suck, eat and shit.&lt;br /&gt;breeding has turned into a pastime.&lt;br /&gt;and death is recreation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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out.'/><author><name>Mike.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339714005116163158</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5763717542662923186.post-7118901825797198180</id><published>2008-07-02T20:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T20:27:58.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>006// humanity's futile goals.</title><content type='html'>found out last night my dads morpheine dosage has been upped.&lt;br /&gt;i hate it, but i'd rather him how he is now than in pain right.&lt;br /&gt;and yet i cant help thinking about how i feel about it all like a selfish cunt.&lt;br /&gt;i don't matter yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still working, but thankfully unis over.&lt;br /&gt;it feels good being able to focus on one aspect of life than fielding a fragmented existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friends are all starting to leave their teenage years behind, it's an odd idea.&lt;br /&gt;i'm still sixteen man.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm cool with growing older as long as its with the people i have around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone keeps telling me that i need to find a girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;to be honest, i'd love to have someone new in my life that mattered.&lt;br /&gt;but usually i tend to push anyone away that gets too close because i don't want whats coming for me to impact anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;it's done enough damage hey.&lt;br /&gt;either that or i set my standards so high that they will never be achieved, effectively circumventing what i said before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to try and update this more often.&lt;br /&gt;it's good to get things down on ~paper~ every once in a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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all things&lt;br /&gt;what will you contribute&lt;br /&gt;aside from an empty head&lt;br /&gt;and a pair of soft hands?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5763717542662923186-1988768833054551623?l=welcometotheterminal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometotheterminal.blogspot.com/feeds/1988768833054551623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5763717542662923186&amp;postID=1988768833054551623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5763717542662923186/posts/default/1988768833054551623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5763717542662923186/posts/default/1988768833054551623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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needed help from has gotten itself involved.&lt;br /&gt;but you fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;and for some reason i let you back in.&lt;br /&gt;and you fucked up again.&lt;br /&gt;but the worst bit is theres no remorse.&lt;br /&gt;no feeling like somethings wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im half glad i'll never have to see you again.&lt;br /&gt;your a fucking hollow pathetic excuse for a human.&lt;br /&gt;i really do hope this one finally leaves you for dead.&lt;br /&gt;because im not going to be there anymore to pick up the peices.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5763717542662923186-2307262399535323528?l=welcometotheterminal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometotheterminal.blogspot.com/feeds/2307262399535323528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y281/headw0und/kjifuhyf.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5763717542662923186.post-2913489646109851840</id><published>2008-06-09T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T09:08:01.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>003// under the ubiquitous winds of a serpent tongue.</title><content type='html'>A promise of perfection&lt;br /&gt;The object of your dreams&lt;br /&gt;That lie as cold as stillborn earth&lt;br /&gt;Under hollowed out hearts of lead&lt;br /&gt;Shadows of lust&lt;br /&gt;Betrayer of trust&lt;br /&gt;Pushing through the darkness&lt;br /&gt;Until we run with blood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5763717542662923186-2913489646109851840?l=welcometotheterminal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y281/headw0und/kjifuhyf.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5763717542662923186.post-8281634208727442616</id><published>2008-06-01T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T20:12:25.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>002// losing all hope was freedom.</title><content type='html'>its getting harder to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;spent most of last night watching my clock.&lt;br /&gt;then i let it watch me for a few hours before i got up and said fuck you to the corporate world by filling up at caltex and working in a call centre for a faceless puppet show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm beginning to think that i actually like not getting enough sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;it keeps me angry and misanthropic, which induces melancholy and helps me be creative.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know, but constantly drifting between awake and asleep but never choosing between the two has its perks.&lt;br /&gt;like now i get to drink more coffee. i have an excuse to get out of doing things. that kinda stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been vomiting stomach acid all day, its messy.&lt;br /&gt;gastric acid secretions the actual stuffs called. its burning my throat, but it keeps me warm.&lt;br /&gt;not helping the infection situation though, which hasn't been cleared up but has manifested itself into my working environment.&lt;br /&gt;i have the worst immune system when im put under stress or when i panic. its terrible.&lt;br /&gt;and with an impending 3000 word mini thesis due last friday, things aren't looking up for my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i thrive under pressure.&lt;br /&gt;and no one really knows this.&lt;br /&gt;but its times like these when i actually feel like im alive.&lt;br /&gt;when the borders of my mental and physical stability get tested.&lt;br /&gt;when life stops being slow motion and speeds up til i can't keep up.&lt;br /&gt;misery is my business. business is good.&lt;div 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freedom.'/><author><name>mike.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y281/headw0und/kjifuhyf.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5763717542662923186.post-7330086043752105033</id><published>2008-05-30T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T20:11:57.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>001// sleep: the antithesis of life.</title><content type='html'>im totally irrational.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coming down from a nodoze overdose, washed down with redbull and fighting the urge to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;because sleep is a deathwish when your in a constant state of concussion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im a walking infection.&lt;br /&gt;lungs/chest.&lt;br /&gt;i always get this way when im under stress or panicking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now im not thinking right.&lt;br /&gt;kind of in fight club where edward norton stands at a photocopier and says everything seems so far away.&lt;br /&gt;everything really is, nothing is within reach, at least none of what i think i want, which is never too solid to begin with hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joke of the night was about brad pitt.&lt;br /&gt;kind of foreshadowed my blog post i guess.&lt;br /&gt;i think im waiting for my brad pitt.&lt;br /&gt;but i've already met her, she knows.&lt;br /&gt;and i've met her again, she also knows.&lt;br /&gt;etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks. goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5763717542662923186-7330086043752105033?l=welcometotheterminal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometotheterminal.blogspot.com/feeds/7330086043752105033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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