<?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-653020390050410797</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:30:09.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CrAzY wOrDs From A CRaZy PerRsON</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hsanders10laichs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653020390050410797/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hsanders10laichs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dead Crazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15996700932194782819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZOODu7QWFM/SP0rcuZtKbI/AAAAAAAAAA8/nMkzc0j6UiY/S220/Smiley+Tyki.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653020390050410797.post-192455684742068991</id><published>2008-10-20T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T21:59:59.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Write-(A Selfish War)</title><content type='html'>“Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The annoyingly loud incisive clock seemed to mock her as the only thing she could hear in the tiny white room it was a soul jarring noise. Her long black hair tangled from clutching and ripping at it, matte from being deprived from any attention for weeks fell to the floor surrounding her as a dirty barrier while she sat there in the fetal position hiding in the darkest part of her tiny room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Like I could’ she thought bitterly ‘those idiots thinking that I would… no not just them everyone, humans in general their all such selfish creatures, this world is falling apart and they lock me in here for my own sanity.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stood up suddenly and took one step standing in front of the barred and bullet-proof glass gazed at one of thousands of scenes being played out that were decaying and rotting the earth. Everything was going to hell democracy was useless, and the fighting and war being played out was not to restore balance and bring everything right as all innocence hoped, but for own selfish desires. She grinned manically and chuckled under her breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They thought she was crazy? What about the rest of the world? People were fighting out there in chaos, for survival, for their own sick pleasure, to run away, to loot, for their families. But that wouldn’t last long children would be abandoned by selfish parents. Men would even try to give away their wife just so they could live.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;‘But this is all their fault’s anyways for starting wars for selfish reasons, for trying to revolt over a democracy trying to make it better when the stupid idiots couldn’t even handle it everyone was in on it for their own selfish desires and it ripped this country’s unity apart into anarchy.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was it as she took her fetal position back again. The destructive power to destroy the world got into the hands of crazed maniacs. They didn’t succeed of course, then the world would be dead not dying. But it did succeed in the start of a worldwide collapse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears started to drip down her face but her crazed grin remained. She felt weak, slowly slipping away, the asylum where they stuck her abandoned in the panic, leaving the the inmates there trapped slowly dying. They had stuck her here and abandoned her here but so be it she had tried to tell them and they lock her up. They deserved the cold, evil, frightening future that she knew they would suffer, that burned so deeply in her deep purple eyes. She knew it would happen and the tears that fell from her face were for their future generations that would suffer our mistakes now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/purple eyes" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/Aerin15/Purple/Purple_Eyes_by_Emathyst.jpg" border="0" alt="Eyes Pictures, Images and Photos"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653020390050410797-192455684742068991?l=hsanders10laichs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hsanders10laichs.blogspot.com/feeds/192455684742068991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653020390050410797&amp;postID=192455684742068991' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653020390050410797/posts/default/192455684742068991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653020390050410797/posts/default/192455684742068991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hsanders10laichs.blogspot.com/2008/10/free-write-selfish-war.html' title='Free Write-(A Selfish War)'/><author><name>Dead Crazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15996700932194782819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZOODu7QWFM/SP0rcuZtKbI/AAAAAAAAAA8/nMkzc0j6UiY/S220/Smiley+Tyki.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/Aerin15/Purple/th_Purple_Eyes_by_Emathyst.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653020390050410797.post-2686511091325662803</id><published>2008-10-15T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T19:29:09.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Character</title><content type='html'>My character is gonna be L from Death Note&lt;br /&gt;L is tall and has unruly longish black hair. He is 18 and his eyes are black with bags under his eyes from never ever sleeping. He prefers to wear a plain long sleeved t-shirt and plain light blue jeans. All he ever eats is sweets,nothing else but them has he ever eaten.He likes to put 15 spoons of sugar in his coffee and stir is with a tootsie pop. He is also a genus and works as behind the scenes detective solving the words hardest and unsolvable cases. He loves to read mystery and detective books and when he sits hes got his knees up and prefers to be bare foot.He has a perceptive and blunt personality and doesn't care much for making friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dcdBvTxxJ20&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dcdBvTxxJ20&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol random funny video not actually L's voice.The audio is from Family Guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653020390050410797-2686511091325662803?l=hsanders10laichs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hsanders10laichs.blogspot.com/feeds/2686511091325662803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653020390050410797&amp;postID=2686511091325662803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653020390050410797/posts/default/2686511091325662803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653020390050410797/posts/default/2686511091325662803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hsanders10laichs.blogspot.com/2008/10/character.html' title='Character'/><author><name>Dead Crazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15996700932194782819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZOODu7QWFM/SP0rcuZtKbI/AAAAAAAAAA8/nMkzc0j6UiY/S220/Smiley+Tyki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653020390050410797.post-8175276012775805386</id><published>2008-10-05T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T19:39:10.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Setting</title><content type='html'>“Setting”&lt;br /&gt;My house&lt;br /&gt;Hearing- I hear my brothers running anywhere and evrywhere.&lt;br /&gt;I hear them argue and cry fighting over who knows what.&lt;br /&gt;I hear My mom’s weird music even though I really don’t want to.&lt;br /&gt;I hear my own music loud, trying 2 drown out my Mom’s.&lt;br /&gt;And despite that I hear my Mom yelling at my brothers for the noise.&lt;br /&gt;Smelling-I smell little boy smell all throughout the house, there are way too many boys in this house.&lt;br /&gt;I smell the Rats in their cage sleeping again, their always sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;I smell my Mom’s cooking coming from the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;I smell my Cat…. Ewww stupid catbox.&lt;br /&gt;I smell pizza…damn the weekends almost over.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing-I see the computer Friday to Sunday stright… I like video games.&lt;br /&gt;I see my little spore creatures that I’ve been working on all weekend.&lt;br /&gt;I see my little brothers….. I wanna smack them.&lt;br /&gt;I see Sim2 for 2 hours stright cause some people want their house in the stupid game to be perfect!&lt;br /&gt;I see nothing cause I’m sleeping hours of blissful blissful nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Tasting-I taste the bread pudding that my Mom made earlier mmmmm. (XDDD)&lt;br /&gt;I taste the moisture in the air it seems like its gonna rain,….FINALLY!!!&lt;br /&gt;I taste the Diet DR. Pepper  cause my Mom wont buy regular-_- but despite tat I still drink a LOT of it.&lt;br /&gt;I taste Punkin Ice cream I love this time of the year.&lt;br /&gt;I taste the pizza once agin damn school is tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling-I feel the keybord of my Computer yay IM!&lt;br /&gt;I feel the happy feeling of beating the crap outta my brothers.&lt;br /&gt;I feel tired and now I feel nothing XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653020390050410797-8175276012775805386?l=hsanders10laichs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hsanders10laichs.blogspot.com/feeds/8175276012775805386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653020390050410797&amp;postID=8175276012775805386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653020390050410797/posts/default/8175276012775805386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653020390050410797/posts/default/8175276012775805386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hsanders10laichs.blogspot.com/2008/10/setting.html' title='Setting'/><author><name>Dead Crazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15996700932194782819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZOODu7QWFM/SP0rcuZtKbI/AAAAAAAAAA8/nMkzc0j6UiY/S220/Smiley+Tyki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653020390050410797.post-4261842639509606253</id><published>2008-09-30T17:07:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T17:07:47.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyrics for More than Useless</title><content type='html'>I feel like, I would like&lt;br /&gt;To be somewhere else doing something that matters&lt;br /&gt;And I'll admit here, while I sit here&lt;br /&gt;My mind wastes away and my doubts start to gather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats the purpose? It feels worthless&lt;br /&gt;So unwanted like I've lost all my value&lt;br /&gt;I can't find it, not in the least bit&lt;br /&gt;and I'm just scared, so scared that I'll fail you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes I think that I'm not any good at all&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes I wonder why, why I'm even here at all&lt;br /&gt;But then you assure me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little more than useless&lt;br /&gt;And when I think that I can't do this&lt;br /&gt;You promise me that I'll get through this&lt;br /&gt;And do something right&lt;br /&gt;Do something right for once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I say if I can't, do something significant&lt;br /&gt;I'll opt to leave most opportunities wasted&lt;br /&gt;And nothing trivial, that life could give me will&lt;br /&gt;Measure up to what might have replaced it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too late look, my date book&lt;br /&gt;Is packed full of days that were empty and now gone&lt;br /&gt;And I bet, that regret&lt;br /&gt;Will prove to get me to improve in the long run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes I think that I'm not any good at all&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes I wonder why, why I'm even here at all&lt;br /&gt;But then you assure me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little more than useless&lt;br /&gt;And when I think that I can't do this&lt;br /&gt;You promise me that I'll get through this&lt;br /&gt;And do something right&lt;br /&gt;Do something right for once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m a little more than useless&lt;br /&gt;And I never knew I knew this&lt;br /&gt;Was gonna the day, gonna be the day&lt;br /&gt;That I would do something right&lt;br /&gt;Do something right for once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I notice, I know this&lt;br /&gt;Week is a symbol of how I use my time&lt;br /&gt;Resent it, I spent it&lt;br /&gt;Convincing myself the world's doing just fine&lt;br /&gt;Without me&lt;br /&gt;Doing anything of any consequence&lt;br /&gt;Without me&lt;br /&gt;Showing any sign of ever making sense&lt;br /&gt;Of my time , it's my life&lt;br /&gt;And my right, to use it like I should&lt;br /&gt;Like he would, for the good&lt;br /&gt;Of everything that I would ever know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little more than useless&lt;br /&gt;When I think that I can't do this&lt;br /&gt;You promise me that I'll get through this&lt;br /&gt;And do something right&lt;br /&gt;Do something right for once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m a little more than useless&lt;br /&gt;And I never knew I knew this&lt;br /&gt;Was gonna the day, gonna be the day&lt;br /&gt;That I would do something right&lt;br /&gt;Do something right for once&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653020390050410797-4261842639509606253?l=hsanders10laichs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hsanders10laichs.blogspot.com/feeds/4261842639509606253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZOODu7QWFM/SP0rcuZtKbI/AAAAAAAAAA8/nMkzc0j6UiY/S220/Smiley+Tyki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653020390050410797.post-7275612444451301521</id><published>2008-09-30T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T16:42:10.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More than Useless By Relient K</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HoH5oBxpBME&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HoH5oBxpBME&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZOODu7QWFM/SP0rcuZtKbI/AAAAAAAAAA8/nMkzc0j6UiY/S220/Smiley+Tyki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653020390050410797.post-4460266838714309169</id><published>2008-09-24T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T10:48:58.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bio Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Heather Sanders&lt;br /&gt;Child of Cynthia Sanders    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Who loves games and the internet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Who hates  her brothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Who wants to go to japan someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Who wishes he could've met Sasuke so she can beat him sensless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Who is scared of the future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Who dreams of the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Who is determined to live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Who values her friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Who is proud of her drawings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Who graduated from Eagle Rock Middle School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Who lives in Highland Park&lt;br /&gt;Heather Sanders&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/653020390050410797-4460266838714309169?l=hsanders10laichs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hsanders10laichs.blogspot.com/feeds/4460266838714309169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653020390050410797&amp;postID=4460266838714309169' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653020390050410797/posts/default/4460266838714309169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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