<?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-1684166802232595467</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:07:14.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slice of Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sliceofblogpie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684166802232595467/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sliceofblogpie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Slice of Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03866306700873970687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mW6yn_iAfqg/SH9xXGNhKJI/AAAAAAAAABQ/nhiqgfCmj-w/S220/tri1.jpeg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684166802232595467.post-1182825253376517760</id><published>2008-09-24T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T06:59:47.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Genius</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mW6yn_iAfqg/SNpHgr8nRLI/AAAAAAAAABw/K2kQeivSDio/s1600-h/geniustree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; FLOAT: right; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249586942532076722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mW6yn_iAfqg/SNpHgr8nRLI/AAAAAAAAABw/K2kQeivSDio/s320/geniustree.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Silenced by birth. Blind by nature. Moving toward the light.&lt;br /&gt;The winds bring movement within her limbs. What was a colorful life has brought a bold display of nakedness. I listen to her. I see what she is saying although I cannot hear. She is all if nothing. She is truth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day comes again bringing a beauty that is in forever fashion. I touch her. If I appeal to her I will never know. I reside to glancing to the clouds. I say thank you for this knowledge. It is peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~j.k.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684166802232595467-1182825253376517760?l=sliceofblogpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sliceofblogpie.blogspot.com/feeds/1182825253376517760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684166802232595467&amp;postID=1182825253376517760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684166802232595467/posts/default/1182825253376517760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684166802232595467/posts/default/1182825253376517760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sliceofblogpie.blogspot.com/2008/09/geneius.html' title='The Genius'/><author><name>Slice of Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03866306700873970687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mW6yn_iAfqg/SH9xXGNhKJI/AAAAAAAAABQ/nhiqgfCmj-w/S220/tri1.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mW6yn_iAfqg/SNpHgr8nRLI/AAAAAAAAABw/K2kQeivSDio/s72-c/geniustree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684166802232595467.post-5904814408145330532</id><published>2008-08-20T08:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T11:32:49.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wet Pillows</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mW6yn_iAfqg/SKxBtWRv8aI/AAAAAAAAABo/h42xhTTCK-8/s1600-h/sunrain.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236632714054988194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mW6yn_iAfqg/SKxBtWRv8aI/AAAAAAAAABo/h42xhTTCK-8/s320/sunrain.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mW6yn_iAfqg/SKxA-ssdG0I/AAAAAAAAABg/eTocgM_DgR0/s1600-h/sunrain.jpeg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rain is falling &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mW6yn_iAfqg/SKw_V4vlz5I/AAAAAAAAABY/yuj5LyXZPUY/s1600-h/sunrain.jpeg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nd I am thinking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of why...my spirit is at rest?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps, cause sun, which&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;will rise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and give&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;birth to my spirits thoughts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of purpose to test. -j.k.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684166802232595467-5904814408145330532?l=sliceofblogpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sliceofblogpie.blogspot.com/feeds/5904814408145330532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684166802232595467&amp;postID=5904814408145330532' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684166802232595467/posts/default/5904814408145330532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684166802232595467/posts/default/5904814408145330532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sliceofblogpie.blogspot.com/2008/08/wet-pillows.html' title='Wet Pillows'/><author><name>Slice of Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03866306700873970687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mW6yn_iAfqg/SH9xXGNhKJI/AAAAAAAAABQ/nhiqgfCmj-w/S220/tri1.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mW6yn_iAfqg/SKxBtWRv8aI/AAAAAAAAABo/h42xhTTCK-8/s72-c/sunrain.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684166802232595467.post-6394620657214739372</id><published>2008-07-14T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T14:21:09.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If Lust Is the Fruit Then Love Is the Wine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mW6yn_iAfqg/SHuoF93fUzI/AAAAAAAAABI/6vg9-F-4gp8/s1600-h/grapes-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222953013326336818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mW6yn_iAfqg/SHuoF93fUzI/AAAAAAAAABI/6vg9-F-4gp8/s200/grapes-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ripened Fruit soft and tender I couldn't wait so I ate her.&lt;br /&gt;Perfect Fruit you can wait&lt;br /&gt;till love of drink and taste we share. -j.k.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684166802232595467-6394620657214739372?l=sliceofblogpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sliceofblogpie.blogspot.com/feeds/6394620657214739372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684166802232595467&amp;postID=6394620657214739372' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684166802232595467/posts/default/6394620657214739372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684166802232595467/posts/default/6394620657214739372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sliceofblogpie.blogspot.com/2008/07/if-lust-is-fruit-then-love-is-wine.html' title='If Lust Is the Fruit Then Love Is the Wine'/><author><name>Slice of Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03866306700873970687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mW6yn_iAfqg/SH9xXGNhKJI/AAAAAAAAABQ/nhiqgfCmj-w/S220/tri1.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mW6yn_iAfqg/SHuoF93fUzI/AAAAAAAAABI/6vg9-F-4gp8/s72-c/grapes-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684166802232595467.post-5391538286527720839</id><published>2008-07-14T08:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T14:21:26.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Young Man of Vision</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mW6yn_iAfqg/SHtyFA9UgVI/AAAAAAAAABA/sn4vpEMXz8A/s1600-h/3142784-md.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222893623348330834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mW6yn_iAfqg/SHtyFA9UgVI/AAAAAAAAABA/sn4vpEMXz8A/s200/3142784-md.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young man of vision knew his wants, his needs and opened the door of happiness' but one so young and anxious should always move forward and never remain idle. So he walked right out of that room of happiness. Yes, that memory remained with him, he carried it with him through the doors of sadness and despair. He carried on with his vision and though he came again through doors of happiness, he was blinded by his first true happiness, that he carried with him. He would never leave behind his first happiness. He shall carry it with him 'till his dying day when he will come full circle and his last memory will be his first happiness the one he never left behind. 'Time will change no memory of mine'. -j.k.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684166802232595467-5391538286527720839?l=sliceofblogpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sliceofblogpie.blogspot.com/feeds/5391538286527720839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684166802232595467&amp;postID=5391538286527720839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684166802232595467/posts/default/5391538286527720839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684166802232595467/posts/default/5391538286527720839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sliceofblogpie.blogspot.com/2008/07/young-man-of-vision.html' title='Young Man of Vision'/><author><name>Slice of Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03866306700873970687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mW6yn_iAfqg/SH9xXGNhKJI/AAAAAAAAABQ/nhiqgfCmj-w/S220/tri1.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mW6yn_iAfqg/SHtyFA9UgVI/AAAAAAAAABA/sn4vpEMXz8A/s72-c/3142784-md.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684166802232595467.post-7119430575796561986</id><published>2008-07-14T07:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T14:21:44.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Written Words of Nonconcious</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mW6yn_iAfqg/SHtpZT8c5pI/AAAAAAAAAA4/grJHh3JdPLQ/s1600-h/b-1480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222884076437694098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mW6yn_iAfqg/SHtpZT8c5pI/AAAAAAAAAA4/grJHh3JdPLQ/s200/b-1480.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write words that are given and do not ask why,don't think, just write and they will have meaning. For in each word there is meaning. 'I can't see what I saw just because I have my glorious vision'. 'I don't think,just because I have a brain and that too matters'. 'I can live by just taking a breath of the oxygen that just happens to be here'. I am here for no reason of my own, for if I had a reason it would be the passion of the love between a man and a woman. Kind of uninhibited animalistic passion. Or perhaps I should forgo my feelings and live for material things? I wish I could(not really), but it would be so much easier, emotionally that is. I want to live a basic life which seems to be out of fashion these days. Basically just be me. 1 life + 1 purpose + 2 know = 4 basic knowledge. -j.k.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684166802232595467-7119430575796561986?l=sliceofblogpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sliceofblogpie.blogspot.com/feeds/7119430575796561986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684166802232595467&amp;postID=7119430575796561986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684166802232595467/posts/default/7119430575796561986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684166802232595467/posts/default/7119430575796561986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sliceofblogpie.blogspot.com/2008/07/written-words-of-nonconcious.html' title='Written Words of Nonconcious'/><author><name>Slice of Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03866306700873970687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mW6yn_iAfqg/SH9xXGNhKJI/AAAAAAAAABQ/nhiqgfCmj-w/S220/tri1.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mW6yn_iAfqg/SHtpZT8c5pI/AAAAAAAAAA4/grJHh3JdPLQ/s72-c/b-1480.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684166802232595467.post-6617503662839115548</id><published>2008-07-14T07:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T14:22:04.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Help Me Help Myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mW6yn_iAfqg/SHtj69lVjRI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Q6uX-o8iFU8/s1600-h/sit+on+wall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222878057480949010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mW6yn_iAfqg/SHtj69lVjRI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Q6uX-o8iFU8/s320/sit+on+wall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Push me off the wall&lt;br /&gt;I cannot longer sit still.&lt;br /&gt;Just push me, make me fall&lt;br /&gt;and then,only then will I try&lt;br /&gt;to save myself.-j.k.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684166802232595467-6617503662839115548?l=sliceofblogpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sliceofblogpie.blogspot.com/feeds/6617503662839115548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684166802232595467&amp;postID=6617503662839115548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684166802232595467/posts/default/6617503662839115548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684166802232595467/posts/default/6617503662839115548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sliceofblogpie.blogspot.com/2008/07/help-me-help-myself.html' title='Help Me Help Myself'/><author><name>Slice of Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03866306700873970687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mW6yn_iAfqg/SH9xXGNhKJI/AAAAAAAAABQ/nhiqgfCmj-w/S220/tri1.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mW6yn_iAfqg/SHtj69lVjRI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Q6uX-o8iFU8/s72-c/sit+on+wall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684166802232595467.post-6117183888582803960</id><published>2008-07-14T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T14:22:24.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting Wanting &amp; Wondering</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mW6yn_iAfqg/SHthRzyJyeI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Ekk7zH_qaCU/s1600-h/the-big-man-sculpture-tim-kyle-seymour-centre-nsw-22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222875151452457442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mW6yn_iAfqg/SHthRzyJyeI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Ekk7zH_qaCU/s320/the-big-man-sculpture-tim-kyle-seymour-centre-nsw-22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lost Man of sorts.&lt;br /&gt;A Man of need without greed.&lt;br /&gt;I will wait, I will want&lt;br /&gt;and I will wonder....&lt;br /&gt;"Take care, but beware of tablestone matters".&lt;br /&gt;-j.k.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684166802232595467-6117183888582803960?l=sliceofblogpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sliceofblogpie.blogspot.com/feeds/6117183888582803960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684166802232595467&amp;postID=6117183888582803960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684166802232595467/posts/default/6117183888582803960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684166802232595467/posts/default/6117183888582803960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sliceofblogpie.blogspot.com/2008/07/waiting-wanting-wondering.html' title='Waiting Wanting &amp; Wondering'/><author><name>Slice of Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03866306700873970687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mW6yn_iAfqg/SH9xXGNhKJI/AAAAAAAAABQ/nhiqgfCmj-w/S220/tri1.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mW6yn_iAfqg/SHthRzyJyeI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Ekk7zH_qaCU/s72-c/the-big-man-sculpture-tim-kyle-seymour-centre-nsw-22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684166802232595467.post-8243474982351677236</id><published>2008-07-14T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T14:22:40.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Parallel Road</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mW6yn_iAfqg/SHteH__kyKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/1ACy8QyAsng/s1600-h/Parallelroad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222871684396402850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mW6yn_iAfqg/SHteH__kyKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/1ACy8QyAsng/s320/Parallelroad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got on the wrong road&lt;br /&gt;I got losssst&lt;br /&gt;Away from the people;&lt;br /&gt;of understanding&lt;br /&gt;this fucked up fucking world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got losssst&lt;br /&gt;and I asked, no I begged god for directions.&lt;br /&gt;He asked,"Where do you want to go"?&lt;br /&gt;I said "I don't know". He Said "I can't help you".&lt;br /&gt;So I will remain lossst upon this road that runs parallel to&lt;br /&gt;understanding people, but their paths&lt;br /&gt;will never meet.-j.k.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684166802232595467-8243474982351677236?l=sliceofblogpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sliceofblogpie.blogspot.com/feeds/8243474982351677236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684166802232595467&amp;postID=8243474982351677236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684166802232595467/posts/default/8243474982351677236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684166802232595467/posts/default/8243474982351677236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sliceofblogpie.blogspot.com/2008/07/parallel-road.html' title='The Parallel Road'/><author><name>Slice of Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03866306700873970687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mW6yn_iAfqg/SH9xXGNhKJI/AAAAAAAAABQ/nhiqgfCmj-w/S220/tri1.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mW6yn_iAfqg/SHteH__kyKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/1ACy8QyAsng/s72-c/Parallelroad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684166802232595467.post-7571192019038410590</id><published>2008-07-13T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T14:22:58.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Man as a Duck</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mW6yn_iAfqg/SHovetbx8VI/AAAAAAAAAAM/A_I_Zey5sRs/s1600-h/ducks-flying-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222538922528207186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mW6yn_iAfqg/SHovetbx8VI/AAAAAAAAAAM/A_I_Zey5sRs/s320/ducks-flying-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has one ever taken the time to study and question the beings in their sphere? What is their history? Where have they been? What is the connection between you and them? Why do you find each other in the same sphere of being? Take notice of the drivers of the cars on your way to work everyday. Then one day drive down the road at a time you do not normally travel. Do you notice the differences? Growing up in Michigan I was always curious of ducks. Why is one duck the leader? Why do they travel together in a V shape? Is it natural instinct? Do we as humans have the same instincts? Are we traveling with other beings without our realization of doing so?-j.k.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684166802232595467-7571192019038410590?l=sliceofblogpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sliceofblogpie.blogspot.com/feeds/7571192019038410590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1684166802232595467&amp;postID=7571192019038410590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684166802232595467/posts/default/7571192019038410590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684166802232595467/posts/default/7571192019038410590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sliceofblogpie.blogspot.com/2008/07/man-as-duck.html' title='Man as a Duck'/><author><name>Slice of Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03866306700873970687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mW6yn_iAfqg/SH9xXGNhKJI/AAAAAAAAABQ/nhiqgfCmj-w/S220/tri1.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mW6yn_iAfqg/SHovetbx8VI/AAAAAAAAAAM/A_I_Zey5sRs/s72-c/ducks-flying-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
