<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673655</id><updated>2009-02-20T23:28:10.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Wings</title><subtitle type='html'>Until the end of time...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://great-times.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673655/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://great-times.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595303343036881540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673655.post-108611521957215146</id><published>2004-06-01T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T11:40:19.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The new Harry Potter movie is coming out</title><content type='html'>Can't wait to see the new Harry Potter movie later this week.  Going with all my friends.  It's going to be a blast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673655-108611521957215146?l=great-times.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673655/posts/default/108611521957215146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673655/posts/default/108611521957215146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://great-times.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108611521957215146' title='The new Harry Potter movie is coming out'/><author><name>Gio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595303343036881540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02772947126860745796'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673655.post-108128119690715130</id><published>2004-04-06T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T12:57:02.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>want the beat to drop in....  like now</title><content type='html'>ya'll some girl, ya'll are some god damn girls.  why do you act this way? why do you act this way huh?  why do you act like fucking sissies, you pussies keep talking shit behind my back ya'll just some bitches for that and we all knoooow.  How fucking cowards roll, keep rollin rollin rollin.  Ya'll talk some shit and then pretend to be down but as soon as someone calls you out your stick your tail between your legs and walk around.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673655-108128119690715130?l=great-times.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673655/posts/default/108128119690715130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673655/posts/default/108128119690715130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://great-times.blogspot.com/2004_04_06_archive.html#108128119690715130' title='want the beat to drop in....  like now'/><author><name>Gio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595303343036881540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02772947126860745796'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673655.post-108119465818566849</id><published>2004-04-05T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T12:54:42.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>way to begin</title><content type='html'>Alright, next song is gunna run like this.  Sipe found this hysterical flash bit online, about some kid who lived in a bad place and these scary opera singing crabs were behind him or something...  anyways, the song the crab was singing was ill, so i had sipe start singing that with me laying the bass line.  I'm gunna have b record both parts.  Lay it, splice it, and loop it.  When it's a nice beat.  I'll lay a track to it.  I figure, the video will have b doing his stupid feet out the frier dance, sipe with his phones doing his stupid foot kicking thing and me on a bench/moon eodl.  enjoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673655-108119465818566849?l=great-times.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673655/posts/default/108119465818566849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673655/posts/default/108119465818566849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://great-times.blogspot.com/2004_04_05_archive.html#108119465818566849' title='way to begin'/><author><name>Gio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595303343036881540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02772947126860745796'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673655.post-108093885597521518</id><published>2004-04-02T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T12:51:15.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>jesus mang</title><content type='html'>i know i can, be what i wanna be.  if i work hard at it, i'll be where i want to be.  I know i can be what i want to be, if i work hard at it, i'll be where i want to be.  watch the company you keep, and crowd you bring.  because they came to do drugs, and you came to sing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673655-108093885597521518?l=great-times.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673655/posts/default/108093885597521518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673655/posts/default/108093885597521518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://great-times.blogspot.com/2004_04_02_archive.html#108093885597521518' title='jesus mang'/><author><name>Gio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595303343036881540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02772947126860745796'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673655.post-108085254561862935</id><published>2004-04-01T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T12:52:44.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Against all odds</title><content type='html'>So quiet, another wasted night, the television steals the conversation.  Exhale, another wasted breathe, again it goes unnoticed.  Please tell me, you're just feeling tired. Cause if it's more than that, i feel that i might break.  Out of touch, are we out of time?  Close lipped, another goodnight kiss.  Is robbed of all its passion.  Your grip, another time is slack, it leaves me feeling empty.  Please tell me you're just feeling, tired.  Cause if it's more than that, I feel that I might break.  Out of touch, are we out of time?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673655-108085254561862935?l=great-times.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673655/posts/default/108085254561862935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673655/posts/default/108085254561862935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://great-times.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108085254561862935' title='Against all odds'/><author><name>Gio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595303343036881540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02772947126860745796'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673655.post-108076571526127321</id><published>2004-03-31T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T12:45:32.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>as long as you're alive, here i am</title><content type='html'>don't you think i'm pretty, when i'm standing atop the private city.  and i'll take your hand and pick you up, and hold you there so you can see it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673655-108076571526127321?l=great-times.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673655/posts/default/108076571526127321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673655/posts/default/108076571526127321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://great-times.blogspot.com/2004_03_31_archive.html#108076571526127321' title='as long as you&apos;re alive, here i am'/><author><name>Gio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595303343036881540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02772947126860745796'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673655.post-108068495022382192</id><published>2004-03-30T14:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T14:19:26.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>picked you up when you was 9</title><content type='html'>nothing compares to the satisfaction, that i feel when we out mashin.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673655-108068495022382192?l=great-times.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673655/posts/default/108068495022382192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673655/posts/default/108068495022382192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://great-times.blogspot.com/2004_03_30_archive.html#108068495022382192' title='picked you up when you was 9'/><author><name>Gio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595303343036881540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02772947126860745796'/></author></entry></feed>