<?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-8607917076171931883</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:55:57.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Answers of Nil.</title><subtitle type='html'>Random little ditties from a compulsive, jaded mind.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinyl-beast.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8607917076171931883/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinyl-beast.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Vinyl Beast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09065509824382163428</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>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8607917076171931883.post-900419051859232085</id><published>2008-03-19T05:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T05:43:46.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy toilet water splashers, Batman !!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AVeuQg3Hc-U/R-EKIcrWfOI/AAAAAAAAAAk/g153j9Z4vFw/s1600-h/hr_batmanrobin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179432186706033890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AVeuQg3Hc-U/R-EKIcrWfOI/AAAAAAAAAAk/g153j9Z4vFw/s320/hr_batmanrobin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The things people do for the all mighty dollar....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FWMkImOhK20&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FWMkImOhK20&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&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/8607917076171931883-900419051859232085?l=vinyl-beast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinyl-beast.blogspot.com/feeds/900419051859232085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8607917076171931883&amp;postID=900419051859232085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8607917076171931883/posts/default/900419051859232085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8607917076171931883/posts/default/900419051859232085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinyl-beast.blogspot.com/2008/03/holy-toilet-water-splashers-batman.html' title='Holy toilet water splashers, Batman !!!!'/><author><name>The Vinyl Beast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09065509824382163428</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AVeuQg3Hc-U/R-EKIcrWfOI/AAAAAAAAAAk/g153j9Z4vFw/s72-c/hr_batmanrobin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8607917076171931883.post-4960059176338796455</id><published>2008-03-19T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T05:31:13.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>viagra joke</title><content type='html'>Grandma and Grandpa were visiting their kids overnight.  When Grandpa found a bottle of Viagra in his son's medicine cabinet, he asked about using one of the pills.  The son said, 'I don't think you should take one Dad; they're very strong and very expensive.'  'How much?' asked Grandpa.  '$10.00 a pill,' Answered the son.  'I don't care,' said Grandpa, 'I'd still like to try one, and before we leave in the morning, I'll put the money under the pillow.'  Later the next morning, the son found $110.00 under the pillow. He called Grandpa and said, 'I told you each pill was $10.00, not $110.00.  'I know,' said Grandpa. 'The hundred is from Grandma!'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8607917076171931883-4960059176338796455?l=vinyl-beast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinyl-beast.blogspot.com/feeds/4960059176338796455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8607917076171931883&amp;postID=4960059176338796455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8607917076171931883/posts/default/4960059176338796455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8607917076171931883/posts/default/4960059176338796455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinyl-beast.blogspot.com/2008/03/viagra-joke.html' title='viagra joke'/><author><name>The Vinyl Beast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09065509824382163428</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-8607917076171931883.post-1602115199314344882</id><published>2008-03-18T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T14:14:36.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVeuQg3Hc-U/R-Avw8rWfMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bneUZoY7HSQ/s1600-h/Hourglass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179192089444252866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVeuQg3Hc-U/R-Avw8rWfMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bneUZoY7HSQ/s320/Hourglass.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be crying tears of laughter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if I could see me smile again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still reach for the stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but all I touch is my horizon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still believe my eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but all I see is my blindness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still believe my ears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but all I hear is lasting silence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could be spent for witness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;judging on my sacred eye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still I found the other time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what was left of me inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can I call this my burden &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or is this just my dream to fly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will be crying tears of laughter &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if I could see me smile again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;weaker, weaker every day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                 I forgot my urge to fly away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                  And is my life as bitter &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                               as it is cold and lonely enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                         If you ached for what you are longing for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                           sad enough this can not be undone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                          I dropped my eyes and shiver as I see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                               the reflection in the mirror of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                 Have you given up my friend? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                       Forgiveness be mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                  I still reach the stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                               but all I touch is my horizon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                 Can I call this my burden &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                               or is this just my dream to fly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                              I will be crying tears of laughter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                               if I could see me smile again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8607917076171931883-1602115199314344882?l=vinyl-beast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinyl-beast.blogspot.com/feeds/1602115199314344882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8607917076171931883&amp;postID=1602115199314344882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8607917076171931883/posts/default/1602115199314344882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8607917076171931883/posts/default/1602115199314344882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinyl-beast.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-will-be-crying-tears-of-laughter-if-i.html' title=''/><author><name>The Vinyl Beast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09065509824382163428</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVeuQg3Hc-U/R-Avw8rWfMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bneUZoY7HSQ/s72-c/Hourglass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8607917076171931883.post-5969771969397742916</id><published>2008-03-18T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T14:03:25.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost the end.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, driving back home from work, I had a moment of intense fear. I was following the same old route I usually take to go home, turning onto the off ramp of the highway, towards the service road. To my right, oncoming cars, trucks, and vehicles, going about their daily business. to my left, the small, tiny ramp seperating the road, and the steep hill, down towards the highway. Visions flashed before my eyes, my hands tightly griped the sterring wheel. My knuckles went white. I clenched my teeth really hard. The urge was so strong, it was as if the little, tiny ramp was challenging me to bump my truck against it. Is was tough to not do it. It was very tough. My hands remained steady, the wheels of my truck still in a straight line, and all was good. I cannot begin to explain the intense feeling of wanting to do it, just to see if I could survive, and if so, what kind of condition I would be in afterwards. Was it the daily boredom of always doing the same damn thing, day in and day out ? Was it the music that was droning into my skull, driving me mad? I could not dare to think that the Eddie Vedder soundtrack of "Into the Wild" could do that to a man. What happened to me? What made me think of that? what drove me to hold steady, all the while become quite shakey at the wheel? "What am I becoming?" I whispered to myself. Seconds past and it was all but forgotten. Later that night, the fresh memories can rushing back, as my rapid eye movement had begun, and I was drifting to sleep. I could not believe that I was once again having these thoughts. I feel asleep shortly after, sweating and shaken by what had happened earlier that day.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8607917076171931883-5969771969397742916?l=vinyl-beast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinyl-beast.blogspot.com/feeds/5969771969397742916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8607917076171931883&amp;postID=5969771969397742916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8607917076171931883/posts/default/5969771969397742916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8607917076171931883/posts/default/5969771969397742916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinyl-beast.blogspot.com/2008/03/almost-end.html' title='Almost the end.'/><author><name>The Vinyl Beast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09065509824382163428</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-8607917076171931883.post-7885465144803859011</id><published>2008-03-18T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T10:53:06.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BoredJust plain bored(Thebeginning)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AVeuQg3Hc-U/R-ApDsrWfLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KoA5sSDFZ_M/s1600-h/pic18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179184714985405618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AVeuQg3Hc-U/R-ApDsrWfLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KoA5sSDFZ_M/s400/pic18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello and welcome to all, into the bizarre world which is my own.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8607917076171931883-7885465144803859011?l=vinyl-beast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinyl-beast.blogspot.com/feeds/7885465144803859011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8607917076171931883&amp;postID=7885465144803859011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8607917076171931883/posts/default/7885465144803859011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8607917076171931883/posts/default/7885465144803859011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinyl-beast.blogspot.com/2008/03/boredjust-plain-boredthebeginning.html' title='BoredJust plain bored(Thebeginning)'/><author><name>The Vinyl Beast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09065509824382163428</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AVeuQg3Hc-U/R-ApDsrWfLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KoA5sSDFZ_M/s72-c/pic18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
