<?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-17973848</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:39:14.187-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Artist And The Ambulance</title><subtitle type='html'>For A Dreamer, Nights The Only Time of Day</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radmetalbot.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17973848/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radmetalbot.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>DaveSchienbein</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yJMi5o7Capo/SlRvauPGmsI/AAAAAAAAAHU/nnXQUW-VGXE/S220/gang.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17973848.post-514939999309667522</id><published>2007-06-07T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T00:49:27.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>STAND AND FEEL YOUR WORTH</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yJMi5o7Capo/Rme26qOvuzI/AAAAAAAAAB0/YOTOSPLvix4/s1600-h/20060503235842_jesus_clouds-site.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073224624140958514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yJMi5o7Capo/Rme26qOvuzI/AAAAAAAAAB0/YOTOSPLvix4/s400/20060503235842_jesus_clouds-site.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wake, stand and feel your worth, O my soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kneel and know the word that can save us all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are fuel and fire both.We are water.Wed with wine and ghost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are wrought with breath and dirt, washed in second sight.Woven through the earth, wreathed in rings of light.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stand and feel your worth, O my soul.Kneel and know the word, come to die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We will wield a second birth, whet our wits and knives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wrap our knees in earth,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; wrap ourselves in light.Wake, we will weigh and drink this cup.We will burn,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; but we will not burn up.Wake, feel your worth, O my soul.Speak the word,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; the word that can save us all.Awed by grace, I fall on my face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And scream the word that can save us all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;by Dustin Krensue , thrice vheissu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17973848-514939999309667522?l=radmetalbot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radmetalbot.blogspot.com/feeds/514939999309667522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17973848&amp;postID=514939999309667522' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17973848/posts/default/514939999309667522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17973848/posts/default/514939999309667522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radmetalbot.blogspot.com/2007/06/stand-and-feel-your-worth.html' title='STAND AND FEEL YOUR WORTH'/><author><name>DaveSchienbein</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yJMi5o7Capo/SlRvauPGmsI/AAAAAAAAAHU/nnXQUW-VGXE/S220/gang.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yJMi5o7Capo/Rme26qOvuzI/AAAAAAAAAB0/YOTOSPLvix4/s72-c/20060503235842_jesus_clouds-site.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17973848.post-5352989994864445760</id><published>2007-04-12T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T21:46:40.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Diary Written by A Selfish World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yJMi5o7Capo/Rh8GDOpldvI/AAAAAAAAABs/veLr3CkqtDE/s1600-h/bnsite-cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052763959474878194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yJMi5o7Capo/Rh8GDOpldvI/AAAAAAAAABs/veLr3CkqtDE/s400/bnsite-cover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With one or two I get used to the room, I go slow when we first make our moves. By five or six bring you out to the car, Number nine with my head on the bar. And it's sad, but true I need no cash or I.O.U's. I've got desperate desires and unadmirable plans, My tongue will taste of gin and malicious intent. Lead you back to the bar Get you out of the cold, A sober, straight face gets you out of your clothes And they're scared that we'll know All the crimes they'll commit Who they'll kiss before they get home. I will lie awake, Lie for fun and fake the way I hold you Let you fall for every empty word I say. Barely conscious in the door where you stand Your eyes are fighting sleep while your mouth makes its demands, You laugh at every word trying hard to be cute I never feel sorry for what I'm going to do. And your hair smells of smoke Who will cast the first stone? You can sin or spend the night all Alone! Brass buttons on your coat hold the cold In the shape of a heart that I turned into stone. You're using all your looks that you've thrown from the start If you let me have my way I swear I'll tear you apart, Cause it's all I can be, You're  drunk and you're scared, It's ladies night, all the girls drink for free. I will lie awake And lie for fun and fake the way I hold you, Let you fall for every empty word I say. I will lie awake And lie for fun and fake the way I hold you Let you fall for every empty word I say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me vs Maradona vs Elvis-jesse lacey,Brand new&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's sad but I think theres some truth in this song about people today &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the need and desire to be loved&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think so much in this society there is that need &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;more then ever before, and that search for acceptance and love is &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;placed above all else but the misguided lie that love will be found in the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and not Christ is breaking hearts and lives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17973848-5352989994864445760?l=radmetalbot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radmetalbot.blogspot.com/feeds/5352989994864445760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17973848&amp;postID=5352989994864445760' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17973848/posts/default/5352989994864445760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17973848/posts/default/5352989994864445760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radmetalbot.blogspot.com/2007/04/diary-written-by-selfish-world.html' title='The Diary Written by A Selfish World'/><author><name>DaveSchienbein</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yJMi5o7Capo/SlRvauPGmsI/AAAAAAAAAHU/nnXQUW-VGXE/S220/gang.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yJMi5o7Capo/Rh8GDOpldvI/AAAAAAAAABs/veLr3CkqtDE/s72-c/bnsite-cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17973848.post-7436942590433413787</id><published>2007-03-27T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T01:18:06.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Open your eyes, Remember whats Real</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yJMi5o7Capo/RgjKCtftfRI/AAAAAAAAABY/WAw4bp-vp1Y/s1600-h/54226QVyU_w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046505530389789970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yJMi5o7Capo/RgjKCtftfRI/AAAAAAAAABY/WAw4bp-vp1Y/s400/54226QVyU_w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; so here's the truth you were right all along the world was never my friend and i was living a lie, help me not to fall for it next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you figured me out i'm like a leaf in the wind i try to find who i am but wind up lost in the end sometimes its hard to know whats real when your not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause you know i change myself to impress whoever happens to be next to me, but i'm sick of trying so hard,  i know i'm a mess right now But He won't give up on me, believe. He would wait it out for you. wasted so much time with the world. and i know i'm a mess right now. dont give up believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothings here for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothings here for me, but you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-An Armor for Sleep song slightly changed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17973848-7436942590433413787?l=radmetalbot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radmetalbot.blogspot.com/feeds/7436942590433413787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17973848&amp;postID=7436942590433413787' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17973848/posts/default/7436942590433413787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17973848/posts/default/7436942590433413787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radmetalbot.blogspot.com/2007/03/open-your-eyes-remember-whats-real.html' title='Open your eyes, Remember whats Real'/><author><name>DaveSchienbein</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yJMi5o7Capo/SlRvauPGmsI/AAAAAAAAAHU/nnXQUW-VGXE/S220/gang.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yJMi5o7Capo/RgjKCtftfRI/AAAAAAAAABY/WAw4bp-vp1Y/s72-c/54226QVyU_w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17973848.post-3270557669863849661</id><published>2007-03-07T23:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T13:40:39.599-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Are Named and We are known</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yJMi5o7Capo/RfCBgTy8BcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/LQsExPTHtMU/s1600-h/20060502205015_rochesterbench.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039670375097304514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yJMi5o7Capo/RfCBgTy8BcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/LQsExPTHtMU/s400/20060502205015_rochesterbench.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yJMi5o7Capo/Re_CNTy8BbI/AAAAAAAAABI/fCajgZPXX8c/s1600-h/20060502205015_rochesterbench.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You were once a sweet little girl so innocent and pure. Your eyes were open and sure anyone could look right in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I followed closely your gaze you looked up towards the sky. But I watched your face drift away other things had caught your eye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The magazines and media supplied you with their plastic protocol. And maybe music television really is the devil after all. But all I can say is I knew you before You were beautiful back then before you grew up, before you gave in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You dream of sharing your heart Instead you share your bed. And your heart beats empty and cold With all the tears that you have shed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You dream of baring your soul. Instead you bare more skin And you wear dark glasses to keep Anyone from looking in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And all you want is to hear the words: "Dear baby I love you" So you hike your skirt higher still 'Till there eyes are all on you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You drive in fast foreign cars The color of your sin. And you tint your windows to keep Anyone from looking in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and all I can say is I knew you before You were beautiful back then Before you grew up, before you gave in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And all I can say is I knew you before You were beautiful back then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You could be beautiful again..&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I knew you before,by Dustin Kensrue-Please come home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/17973848-3270557669863849661?l=radmetalbot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radmetalbot.blogspot.com/feeds/3270557669863849661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17973848&amp;postID=3270557669863849661' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17973848/posts/default/3270557669863849661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17973848/posts/default/3270557669863849661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radmetalbot.blogspot.com/2007/03/we-are-named-and-we-are-known.html' title='We Are Named and We are known'/><author><name>DaveSchienbein</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yJMi5o7Capo/SlRvauPGmsI/AAAAAAAAAHU/nnXQUW-VGXE/S220/gang.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yJMi5o7Capo/RfCBgTy8BcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/LQsExPTHtMU/s72-c/20060502205015_rochesterbench.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17973848.post-2481466258223925407</id><published>2007-02-28T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T13:33:15.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sporting The Hip Lip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yJMi5o7Capo/ReX0fPOGCcI/AAAAAAAAAA8/utCfl6dVva4/s1600-h/IMG_3056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036700575782537666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yJMi5o7Capo/ReX0fPOGCcI/AAAAAAAAAA8/utCfl6dVva4/s400/IMG_3056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ai Ai Ai Aiiii, Five Italian Flavors&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kids who are hip &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All Grow Hair on the Lip&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So Grow and Grow and Grow&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Please Let the Mustache Grow&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17973848-2481466258223925407?l=radmetalbot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radmetalbot.blogspot.com/feeds/2481466258223925407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17973848&amp;postID=2481466258223925407' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17973848/posts/default/2481466258223925407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17973848/posts/default/2481466258223925407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radmetalbot.blogspot.com/2007/02/sporting-hip-lip_28.html' title='Sporting The Hip Lip'/><author><name>DaveSchienbein</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yJMi5o7Capo/SlRvauPGmsI/AAAAAAAAAHU/nnXQUW-VGXE/S220/gang.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yJMi5o7Capo/ReX0fPOGCcI/AAAAAAAAAA8/utCfl6dVva4/s72-c/IMG_3056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17973848.post-401726786652180729</id><published>2007-02-20T00:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T14:43:11.095-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Beautiful Light in a Dark World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yJMi5o7Capo/RdqxDhTMfGI/AAAAAAAAAAg/RAXcWHwiF4s/s1600-h/light+shining+in+the+darkness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033530207576554594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yJMi5o7Capo/RdqxDhTMfGI/AAAAAAAAAAg/RAXcWHwiF4s/s320/light+shining+in+the+darkness.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We move for all mankind, a million miles for &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everything we've ever known&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;were on their hearts and minds, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a million heads are bowed to bring us safely home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hemmed in by emptiness, a million ways &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that everything could be undone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this hollow in my chest is filled with reasons not to sing, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i found one, i know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we are not alone, we feel an unseen love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we are sons and heirs of grace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we are children of a LIGHT that never dims&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a LOVE that never dies, keep your chin up child&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wipe the tears from your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in sleep we saw ourselves, a million years we had &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;been waiting there it seems&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;while someone weaves a spell, a million stars look on in witness to our dreams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we feel an unseen love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we are children of light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;STAND READY AND TALL, REFLECT THE LIGHT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Dustin Kensrue, (Thrice)-music box off of Vheissu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;John 1vs4-5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His Life gave light to everyone, the light keeps shining in the dark&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the darkness has Never put it out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17973848-401726786652180729?l=radmetalbot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radmetalbot.blogspot.com/feeds/401726786652180729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17973848&amp;postID=401726786652180729' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17973848/posts/default/401726786652180729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17973848/posts/default/401726786652180729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radmetalbot.blogspot.com/2007/02/beautiful-light-in-dark-world.html' title='A Beautiful Light in a Dark World'/><author><name>DaveSchienbein</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yJMi5o7Capo/SlRvauPGmsI/AAAAAAAAAHU/nnXQUW-VGXE/S220/gang.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yJMi5o7Capo/RdqxDhTMfGI/AAAAAAAAAAg/RAXcWHwiF4s/s72-c/light+shining+in+the+darkness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17973848.post-1191318737231199334</id><published>2007-02-19T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T00:19:01.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taste and See,Be Still And Know</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yJMi5o7Capo/Rdp-ExTMfEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xBlXhJfO4J4/s1600-h/Cory+and+Janet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033474153958374466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yJMi5o7Capo/Rdp-ExTMfEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xBlXhJfO4J4/s320/Cory+and+Janet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every Mans Life is a Tale written by Gods Finger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Hans Christian Anderson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17973848-1191318737231199334?l=radmetalbot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radmetalbot.blogspot.com/feeds/1191318737231199334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17973848&amp;postID=1191318737231199334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17973848/posts/default/1191318737231199334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17973848/posts/default/1191318737231199334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radmetalbot.blogspot.com/2007/02/taste-and-see.html' title='Taste and See,Be Still And Know'/><author><name>DaveSchienbein</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yJMi5o7Capo/SlRvauPGmsI/AAAAAAAAAHU/nnXQUW-VGXE/S220/gang.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yJMi5o7Capo/Rdp-ExTMfEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xBlXhJfO4J4/s72-c/Cory+and+Janet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17973848.post-1783886489282407918</id><published>2007-02-17T17:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T17:36:36.377-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WAKE UP WAKE UP!!!</title><content type='html'>The Night is over It's Time to Wake UP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17973848-1783886489282407918?l=radmetalbot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radmetalbot.blogspot.com/feeds/1783886489282407918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17973848&amp;postID=1783886489282407918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17973848/posts/default/1783886489282407918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17973848/posts/default/1783886489282407918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radmetalbot.blogspot.com/2007/02/wake-up-wake-up.html' title='WAKE UP WAKE UP!!!'/><author><name>DaveSchienbein</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yJMi5o7Capo/SlRvauPGmsI/AAAAAAAAAHU/nnXQUW-VGXE/S220/gang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17973848.post-114245920652127527</id><published>2006-03-15T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T20:12:55.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Spider and the Cobwebs</title><content type='html'>I wanted to write this blog before and I tried but was to proud to post it with spelling errors, so in the process of trying to, being proud about a blog on pride I guess, I lost it all. hmmmm ironic maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to believe Pride is the worst and hardest to grasp of all my sins and many sins flow from this one great one. Hate, lust, greed, lame self-pity, all stem from pride for ourselves and not our maker. But the two I want to talk about are self-pity and hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C.S Lewis says this about self pity.The passion of pity, the pity we merely suffer, the ache that draws men to concede and to flatter when they should speak truth, the pity that has cheated many a woman out of her virginity and many a statesman out of his honesty-that will die. It was used as a weapon by many, by bad men against good ones: that weapon will be broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really thought about pity, but I think unhealthy self pity is never God ordained and it is a breeding ground for a life of pain and even hate. And I know at time's its seems a beautiful comfort, but I know its not. whatever weak unnatural feeling of joy it gives will never really satisfy or last.  The thought of I'll hurt them back to make me feel a little less pain is empty in the end. It was hard to think that love and forgiveness could really ever bring joy back into your life they always seemed like the weak path to me. One the world will never understand, like your a weak child if you decide to choose them.  But I think they are the weak path, they are a very different path then I've normally ever taken they seem alien to my personality and do make me feel weak, and if I try love and forgiveness on my own or mixed with piousness and pity they will reveal only a lame shadow of love that can hurt more then heal. But if helped through the weakness by someone who is all love and understands holy pity I think something great can be attained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If pride and self pity are a weapon, what weapon will destroy it? Mr. Lewis says.It’s a weapon on the other side. It leaps quicker then light from the highest place to the lowest to bring healing and joy, whatever the cost to its self. It changes darkness to light and evil to good. And it will never at the cunning tears of hell, impose on good the tyranny of evil. Every disease that submits to a cure will be healed....Pride and pity to me are a disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ralph Waldo Emerson says.&lt;br /&gt;unless we try something other then what we have already mastered, we will never grow.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm pretty awesome when it comes to self pity and selfish pride... but for some reason a Christlike love is a new concept, and I thought I knew all about him and love for years.  I've discovered I really know nothing, except how sweet I thought I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sadhu Sundar Sing says, sin in our lives is like a spider that constantly lays cobwebs all over our house and in an attempt not to look messy we constantly clean out the cobwebs but leave the spider, the source of the sin. That statement really hits home I try and better my life in Christ by fixing things others might see but the selfish heart of mine hidden behind the skin and bone for no one to see, that needs the attention. Christ is faithful to help me. And It seems I need to daily tell myself this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to write on hate but not today I want to think it over some more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17973848-114245920652127527?l=radmetalbot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radmetalbot.blogspot.com/feeds/114245920652127527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17973848&amp;postID=114245920652127527' title='67 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17973848/posts/default/114245920652127527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17973848/posts/default/114245920652127527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radmetalbot.blogspot.com/2006/03/spider-and-cobwebs.html' title='The Spider and the Cobwebs'/><author><name>DaveSchienbein</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yJMi5o7Capo/SlRvauPGmsI/AAAAAAAAAHU/nnXQUW-VGXE/S220/gang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>67</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17973848.post-114072947536648841</id><published>2006-02-23T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T13:17:55.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's Pain in the offering so Blessed be His name</title><content type='html'>For the last month or so God has place me in something  that I hope I can be of a blessing to Him,because i'm still a scared and selfish human,hurt and leaning on my own understanding and I tell myself often I just don't, I don't get it.&lt;br /&gt; I believe He requires me to have the attitude of Christ,and in this situation to not give up again, for those of you who have walked this road. you know how I am feeling. it's not easy to say no problem, love even though it's not returned. And believe me if you even have a little pride it is terrifying. Christ only through perfection could do something as great as he did. he was God all powerful, all knowing, all creator. and in order to love us offered us his heart and life. Something he knew many would not take and many turn down over and over again, I'll do this life my way we say. HE knew what laid ahead for Himself, a future of pain and heartache of waiting on what we so demand for ourselves, free will, it is ours and we can't and  refuse to let go, even if knowing giving our lives to Him will bring us that freedom and completion we can only find in Him, we run and refuse. Christ knowing all this, all the hurt before Him and this is the amazing part "He did not demand...His rights...He..humbled Himself."philippians 2:6-8 He was God and he made himself nothing.to give us a gift so great so selfless, we won't even fully understand on this earth. How hard it must be to see Us Christians hold onto the earth with one hand and praise Him with the other, when he knows perfection and glory are waiting for us in a life with Him, if we would just give up THIS, a seemingly fun life, that if we embrace instead will only bring hell.&lt;br /&gt; His utimate humility was a kind we can't understand or comprehend. Why? why would anyone give up whats there's to help another person get ahead or feel loved when the givers heart is breaking and in agony. It blows our minds. And i believe this is why God calls us for this. more then our word's its our lives and God's love working in them that draws people to the Father.&lt;br /&gt;also being vunerable to God will bring us to places that make us even more dependant on Him.&lt;br /&gt;Does the humaness of me want this? absolutly not I'm terrified, holding your heart in your hand and letting it constantly be treated it as worthless is something I could never do, except for the fact that I know God cares for that heart more then any human could and If I give my life and heart to him, It's His, to protect, comfort,bless,teach and train to create into what He wants done with it. So even though there is pain in this offering Blessed be His name. There is a perfect comfort in all pain, Christ Jesus who does know how we feel. cause of how we treat Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17973848-114072947536648841?l=radmetalbot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radmetalbot.blogspot.com/feeds/114072947536648841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17973848&amp;postID=114072947536648841' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17973848/posts/default/114072947536648841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17973848/posts/default/114072947536648841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radmetalbot.blogspot.com/2006/02/theres-pain-in-offering-so-blessed-be.html' title='There&apos;s Pain in the offering so Blessed be His name'/><author><name>DaveSchienbein</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yJMi5o7Capo/SlRvauPGmsI/AAAAAAAAAHU/nnXQUW-VGXE/S220/gang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17973848.post-113091356005878939</id><published>2005-11-01T22:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T12:57:37.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Night November took Control</title><content type='html'>Th s Bl g s my m ss ge t th w rld, nd th w rld l v s t p rt c p t n th r p pl s bl gs. s t j st&lt;br /&gt;m r d s j hn sch nb n wr t n xtr mly l ng w b l g? ts g tt ng cr zy......... h y h d v d sch nb n&lt;br /&gt;s w s m nd r n wh t s n t..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I just have a couple things to say that i will share with who ever is lucky enough to read, and even more blessed if the get to read my blog.&lt;br /&gt;1- I have just recieved the first season of "The Lost" and I plan to watch it all and become one of those people who are all like, did you see it last night? wow never would have thought that and i'll be like I saw it coming, I've got the show all figured out and then pat myself on the back.&lt;br /&gt;2-For those of you who don't know Brand new is working on a Brand new cd and I'm pretty excited. I check the web page almost all the time I'm crazy I know, but they sing real purdy.&lt;br /&gt;Don't judge me, somebody actually checks for updates on my blog, now there nut's.&lt;br /&gt;3-I was talking on the phone with an RCMP member yesterday about a friend of mine and his application with them, and she suggested we were athletic and intelligent, I just thought I should let you all know that. Even the police think were smart. ( wrong about an icelandic singer, is that even really wrong? No I did'nt think so.)&lt;br /&gt;the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17973848-113091356005878939?l=radmetalbot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radmetalbot.blogspot.com/feeds/113091356005878939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17973848&amp;postID=113091356005878939' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17973848/posts/default/113091356005878939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17973848/posts/default/113091356005878939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radmetalbot.blogspot.com/2005/11/night-november-took-control.html' title='The Night November took Control'/><author><name>DaveSchienbein</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yJMi5o7Capo/SlRvauPGmsI/AAAAAAAAAHU/nnXQUW-VGXE/S220/gang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17973848.post-113047901906913202</id><published>2005-10-27T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T22:56:59.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pirate vs The Parrot</title><content type='html'>I think Today i'll just ask questons that keep me awake at night.&lt;br /&gt;If Coke and Pepsi are the main competition in the cola market and crest and colgate in the toothpaste dept. Is Crest the Coke Or pepsi?&lt;br /&gt;If a Very attractive girl instantly throws up the second you ask her out, Is that a bad sign?&lt;br /&gt;If A Will-O-Whisp is in fact a real thing how come I can't find any pictures of them without a sexy elf or a grumpy death dragon in the picture? unless there all real. Hmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;Why are saucy British TV comedies so Bad? someone please tell me.&lt;br /&gt;What language does Ozzy Osboure Speak? Is he also from Iceland?&lt;br /&gt;If CSI is real like TV tells me,How come there is also a show called Unsolved Mysteries?Strange.&lt;br /&gt;peace out&lt;br /&gt;the dude in the know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17973848-113047901906913202?l=radmetalbot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radmetalbot.blogspot.com/feeds/113047901906913202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17973848&amp;postID=113047901906913202' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17973848/posts/default/113047901906913202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17973848/posts/default/113047901906913202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radmetalbot.blogspot.com/2005/10/pirate-vs-parrot.html' title='The Pirate vs The Parrot'/><author><name>DaveSchienbein</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yJMi5o7Capo/SlRvauPGmsI/AAAAAAAAAHU/nnXQUW-VGXE/S220/gang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17973848.post-112968772946426676</id><published>2005-10-18T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T19:08:49.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Wake like the unavenged</title><content type='html'>Today was a day of important things, I managed to sleep till about noon I then went looking for somthing to eat and I found somehing at the bottom of my cupboard called Italian Wedding Soup, I thought it tasted pretty much like an Italian wedding would. many tapioca like things that reminded me of those old Orbit drinks that tasted like they were full of floaties and made me wanna puke. then I went out in search of the NEw Thrice CD (vhessiu)? anyway I love it and the new direction the band heading . whatever I wanna watch the office.&lt;br /&gt;                          I'M SWEETER THEN AARON AND I SMELL NICE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17973848-112968772946426676?l=radmetalbot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radmetalbot.blogspot.com/feeds/112968772946426676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17973848&amp;postID=112968772946426676' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17973848/posts/default/112968772946426676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17973848/posts/default/112968772946426676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radmetalbot.blogspot.com/2005/10/to-wake-like-unavenged.html' title='To Wake like the unavenged'/><author><name>DaveSchienbein</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yJMi5o7Capo/SlRvauPGmsI/AAAAAAAAAHU/nnXQUW-VGXE/S220/gang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17973848.post-112959346013339459</id><published>2005-10-17T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T16:57:40.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the cantina YOU TALK BIG.</title><content type='html'>I just want to let you all know I'm pretty much right 100 percent of the time more then aaron.&lt;br /&gt;it may be the mafia or indigo prophecy, but I know things he only wishes he knew, it must be hard on him sometimes to fall asleep at night, feeling insignificant next to  me.  in the words of kool-aid himself oh yeah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17973848-112959346013339459?l=radmetalbot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radmetalbot.blogspot.com/feeds/112959346013339459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17973848&amp;postID=112959346013339459' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17973848/posts/default/112959346013339459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17973848/posts/default/112959346013339459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radmetalbot.blogspot.com/2005/10/in-cantina-you-talk-big.html' title='In the cantina YOU TALK BIG.'/><author><name>DaveSchienbein</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yJMi5o7Capo/SlRvauPGmsI/AAAAAAAAAHU/nnXQUW-VGXE/S220/gang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
