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widows: 2; orphans: 2"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal"&gt;Blood poured from my chest as I ran into the woods. My eyes darting back and forth, wishing to God that I hadn't done what I did. I thought of all the countless times that I tried to help her, all the times I stayed up late working on a cure. Three months with barely a wink of sleep, staring at those formulas and calculating. As if I could ever go against destiny herself. I tripped on a root and fell to the cold earth, the snow stinging my flushed cheeks. I yelled out in pain, blood now gushing from me. I couldn't move at all, I was going to pass out in a few seconds. Tunnel vision made it so hard to see the silhouette of the one I used to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a doctor at Duke Hospital before all this. I was one of the best to. I got the fattest paycheck, got the best reviews, and was loved by everyone. I was at the head of a new project to cure tumors. I was researching this new plant that may have properties to treat a cancer patient. It seems that it is the way of life, like God is sitting on his almighty office working on his next joke when he realizes that one man is having to good of a life. I had a wife, a child on the way, a great job and then He decides that it was time for a shit-storm.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up by a kiss on the lips from Mary. I smiled, not opening my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;“Why such a nice wake up call? Usually you're pushing me out of bed to get coffee started.” She laughed and pulled the covers away from me playfully.&lt;br /&gt;“Well, I thought I might ask nicely this time. Would you?” I opened my eyes to taken in the sight of her messy morning hair and those shining blue eyes. I sighed sarcastically. “I guess so...” She smacked me for my back talk and I stumbled out of bed to get the coffee started.&lt;br /&gt;The morning sun fell through the window to light up her face while she buttoned her shirt and sipped her coffee. I couldn't help but smile at her as she got dressed and I handed her the hot coffee She kissed my cheek and said “What are you smiling at, you look rather goofy with such a big grin.” I blushed a little at that.&lt;br /&gt;“You're being mean, saying I look goofy. All I was thinking was that there is something about you today. You got a mommy glow to you.” It was true. Her face was softer than usual, her eyes were as blue as a robins egg when usually they were like the ocean. It was funny to me that she seemed to look so different. In a good way, not a bad way.&lt;br /&gt;She took the coffee and sipped it. She smiled. Then her smile seemed to fumble, and she dropped the coffee and fell to ground. She clutched her head and rocked back and forth. Then she collapsed.&lt;br /&gt;“She has a tumor. I'm surprised she has been lasting this long as it is. But as you well know Doctor, there's nothing we can do about it.” Tom handed me the catscan. At a glance I knew she was in trouble. The tumor was too big and in the wrong place to be cut out. I paced back and forth. Tom stopped me and said, “She wants to see you.”&lt;br /&gt;I sat next to her and kissed her cheek. “Mary, how do you feel?” She made a halfhearted laugh and answered, “I feel like there's a tennis ball in my brain. How are you?” I mimicked her laugh, but said nothing. We didn't have to. We were both so scared about her deing. I gulped and she decided she should hug me. She always knew what I was thinking. I began to cry as she held me, she was so warm, so full of life.&lt;br /&gt;Two lives to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;I shivered and asked my wife if she wanted anything, I knew what she was going to ask for.&lt;br /&gt;“Green tea?” I smiled at her and was about to walk out to get it, when she said something under her breath. She was clenching her jaw and eyes in pain, but she still said those three words.&lt;br /&gt;“I love you.” I kissed her when she relaxed a bit.&lt;br /&gt;“I love you too. I'll get your drink.”&lt;br /&gt;That was the last time I saw her alive.&lt;br /&gt;I walked out of the room slowly, checking the hallways for Tom. My mind was drifting back and forth like I was on a ship, my thumbs were twirling together in anxiety. I saw him. I ran over to him and asked about the baby. He told me that my wife was most likely going to die and the baby was not developed enough to survive this. My eyes erupted in tears.&lt;br /&gt;I burst through the bathroom doors and barfed in the toilet. Everything about this was so wrong, so bad, so horribly horribly wrong. I went over to the mirror and stared at myself. My usually nice combed back hair was disheveled and gross. My brown eyes were bloodshot. I knew I had to do something.&lt;br /&gt;That plant.&lt;br /&gt;I ran down the hall, pushed a nurse out of my way, nearly hit a patient and bounded up the stairs. That plant that I was researching had the key to save my wife. I knew it did. The way it suppressed the growth of the tumor and even shrunk it made me sure that it would work.&lt;br /&gt;At least in theory. The whole reason we are researching the plant here in Duke was because of Tom actually. He was on the team that went down to South America and in this one village a shaman used it to cure a woman, supposedly with a tumor or something like it. I didn't know everything about the story, only what my research told me. It had the properties that would hopefully eliminate the tumor. I grabbed a sample of it to put in her IV. Back down I went.&lt;br /&gt;With vial in hand, I was at the door. But then I saw Tom. His face was pale, shaking his head. My heart sunk. I dropped the vial and it clinked on the floor. He took one look at me and I knew. It felt like slow motion as I ran to her side. The heart monitor made its continuous beep to tell the world that yet another life had escaped.&lt;br /&gt;I held my wife's hand. Tom leaned over to me and said that I had to go. I couldn't do it. I brushed her brown-black hair, whimpering like a lame dog. Her eyes stared forward. It wasn't like they showed in the movies. Her eyes still seemed to be alive to me. They didn't become glossy and I could still feel the life in her. I could feel that she wasn't ready to go. Later I would hate myself for ever thinking that there was still a spark of life in her. Dead is dead, there is nothing more or less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up in my house, my wound itching, Probably infected. It was warm though, which was better than how I was feeling before. I was also in a wrap. My mind was still hazy, but I knew this wasn't quiet right. I blinked trying to piece it together and then I remembered what happened. I sat up in fear, regretting that decision as my body brutally reminded me that there was a gouge in me. I glanced back and forth for danger, and there I saw Tom. He was talking with another man, who had tattoos all over his body.&lt;br /&gt;“Tom?” He started when he heard that from me and left the man standing on his own and went over to me.&lt;br /&gt;“I got your call and saw the tracks in the snow, looks like you were being chased. What happened to you? What is this wound here? It looks like an animal attacked you.” The man behind him placed a hand on Tom's shoulder. “Too many questions, just woke.” I nodded my thanks to the stranger.&lt;br /&gt;“Tom, I did something horribly wrong. I did the impossible. God, I created an abomination! Tom, maybe I should have let her, rather... it, kill me.” He wasn't understanding me, I could tell. I realized I wasn't actually saying anything about what happened. My heart was racing. I tried to get up, “We have to stop her. Mary....”&lt;br /&gt;“Mary's dead.” I gulped.&lt;br /&gt;“Not anymore.” The snow fluttered against the window stronger. I could have sworn I saw a figure walk by. My imagination was going to my head. Tom got up and patted my shoulder. “Its okay Tom, you have been through a lot these days. Its natural that you-”\&lt;br /&gt;“There is nothing natural about this! When I used the vial on her after everyone left, it. It. It did something. Something wrong.” The tattooed man sat me down now. “What exactly did you see?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in; widows: 2; orphans: 2"&gt;&lt;span &gt;“&lt;span &gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal"&gt;When I did it, she breathed in and out, the heart monitor went on and then it was all done. She was dead again. So, I of course researched it. For months I calculated how much I would need, practiced on rats. But, it wasn't working right on them. And I knew if I didn't have the formula exactly right to revive Mary, then maybe I could bring her back. Tom, I needed a body.”&lt;br /&gt;“It had been two months since her death and I thought I had it right, but the rats weren't giving the right result. When I injected the dead rats with it, they came back but completely crazy. They would charge at the others, and one even got out and bit another before collapsing, dead once more. I studied this, taking calculated notes. I had no sympathy. I didn't care about these rats, nor anyone in my life. I locked myself in the lab for days, occasionally getting a pizza delivery to eat. It was like I died with my wife, and this was my way back.&lt;br /&gt;“My unborn child. I knew God hated me then. I knew in my heart, somewhere, that playing with the laws between life and death was wrong. But I knew I wanted to. I wanted to prove Him wrong! I wanted Him to pay for what had happened in my life! I had such a strong hate for everything in this world that it lead me to do my next vile act.&lt;br /&gt;“I had already broken into the morgue once to retrieve my wife's body, so a second time was just as easy. I stole the body of a man, thinking that my formula would work better on a human test subject. I set him down on my test table, and checked my concoction one more time. There was very little left of the plant samples, and I prayed...no, no I didn't pray. I hoped? I don't know, but I know my eyes must have been gleaming with joy and hope. I grabbed the syringe and plunged into the dead corpse. It jolted to live with violent spasms and gasping for air. The eyes twitched around, hunting for something. It screamed like a newborn baby, the sound reverberating off of all the walls. Out of instinct I said “Shhhhh!” His neck twisted to make his head face me. There was no life in his eyes. It was like the man was missing from the body. The thing jumped with alarming speed towards me. I screamed and jumped of the way. It landed right behind me, skidding on the tile floor of the Duke hospital. I scrambled backwards trying to stand. Its flesh was still grayish white, like an uncooked turkey left out too long. It seemed confused as to why I wasn't caught. It reminded me of my old dog, whenever I tricked him by pretending to throw a tennis ball. It licked the spot I was at, which made me realize something. It must not be able to see! I held my breath and tried to get to the door. The door was right behind the living corpse. I almost muttered a curse. Moving as silently as possible, I moved along the edge of the wall.&lt;br /&gt;“The creature now rubbed its eyes, sitting with its legs sprawled out in odd angles. Extremely odd angles. If a normal human being had done that, tendons would have ripped, which I deeply hoped was true, because a plan was forming in my head. Once I got about next to him, I would throw something in a different direction, and go for the door as it lunged there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in; widows: 2; orphans: 2"&gt;&lt;span &gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal"&gt;It turned and blinked at me, its eyes now more close to normal. The irises gained a yellowish hue to them and the pupils were so tight that it was hard to see any black, but then they widened. I knew my plan had failed. It lurched toward me, but I was correct about it having a limp which I took advantage from and ran. I raced down the pale lit hallway, glancing over my shoulder as I flew. It seemed to not notice the pain and continue on towards me at almost full force. My heart was pounding louder than my feet were. I noticed an IV stand with some plasma in its plastic bag. I grabbed it and turned around to face it.&lt;br /&gt;“It leaped in the air, its eyes boring into my soul like two yellow warning lights. This was my chance. I knelt down to brace myself in that microsecond, holding the IV stand like a spear. The weapon pierced through the creatures skull from the underside of its neck. Blood spurted out and covered my white doctors jacket. I was in shock. I sat there for about an hour, expecting it to move again.&lt;br /&gt;“Nothing happened. No last shudder or quiver, no last cannibalistic scream. It was just a man again, a dead body without any hint of life. I had two do something quickly about this. I realized I was using doctors gloves the whole time so there were no fingerprints. That was good. I checked for security cameras. None, this side of the hospital had no cameras because it is all being remodeled. I apparently could get away with this. And I did.&lt;br /&gt;“This incident did not stop me from trying to bring back my wife. Nothing could. Those eyes may have been my warning sign from God, but I chose to ignore it. I knew I was so close. So close for find a cure to death. Death was the disease that plagued humanity. I knew it then. I wanted my perfect life back, and the only way that my life could be safe is if death did not loom around the corner. I guess, as I think about it now, I was more afraid of death than sad of my wife's death. It sounds horrible but its true. Her death showed me that life is not perfect and death was the thing that waited for everyone. She showed my own mortality. How could she leave me with this knowledge? I was utterly alone with this knowledge and fear, everyone else seemed so happy. They had it in the back of their mind, so far back that they could function. I wondered how I used to do that? Be so... happy?&lt;br /&gt;“Another month had passed and I was almost positive that the formula had been perfected. I needed another body again, but by this time the morgue had new security because of the recent fire that was started by some crazy man who said that he could feel a curse there. I paced back and forth in my office, trying to figure out a new way to get a body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt; It was 9 o'clock in the evening. I counted the steps I took around my office until I could think of something. No time for that, because thats when I smelled the&lt;/span&gt; smoke. The fire alarm pierced my ears like a knife was stuck down each one. I heard some of the patients scream as the doctors and nurses wheeled them out of the building in a safe and orderly fashion. I saw the light of the fire from down the hall, the smoke billowing from its creator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;“&lt;span &gt;&lt;span &gt;It was from the shut down part of the hospital.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;“&lt;span &gt;&lt;span &gt;I ran over there as fast as I could, coughing out the smoke I was sucking in. I flung open the doors to where I had my dear sweet Mary in hiding. I could hear a man in the distance screaming in some foreign language. The fire grew stronger and the heat made me sluggish. I could barely hold my wife and the serum that I had created. I heaved her onto my back and tried to get to the exit, but a part of the ceiling fell down in front of me. I screamed and yelled but no good came of it. I was surrounded by the licking flames and was going to die, and I fell to my knees and gently placed her body on the floor. My mind drifted out of existence for a moment and I was speaking to her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;“&lt;span &gt;&lt;span &gt;'Mary. Its been so hard without you, why did you leave me?' She smiled at me, snuggled up close to me and whispered, 'You always knew what to do, just do what is right.' I wept in her arms. Her dead arms. I took the formula, and injected it in her arm. The light of the fire was blinding me and I was unable to breathe. I passed out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;“&lt;span &gt;&lt;span &gt;I woke up at my house, just like now. I checked my watch to see what time it was and it was 11 at night. My heart started to race as I remembered what had happened. Oh my God, I thought, I had injected her! She might have turned into that thing! I was panicking and was about to get up, but I winced at that and lay back down on the couch in a fit of coughing. The taste of soot wasn't going to leave me for awhile. I quickly got up and looked around. In the kitchen I saw her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;“&lt;span &gt;&lt;span &gt;'Mary?' I called out, ready to flee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;“&lt;span &gt;&lt;span &gt;There has been no moment like the suspense of her turning. Adrenaline coursed through my veins. My stomach began to drop like an elevator without brakes. My heart had stopped. I couldn't breathe. Nothing was working. My eyes were glued to this women who looked like my wife. She turned toward me, so that I wasn't looking at the back of her head anymore. Then her eyes met mine. They were still blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;“&lt;span &gt;&lt;span &gt;Such a sigh of relief came over me when I saw that. I ran over to her. Her skin was pale and grayed, she smelled of death but still I told myself I had cured her. What lies men can tell themselves to convince them of happiness. She didn't reacted to me at all. She was like an ice cube or a frozen stone. I began to shake with worry. 'Mary! Mary, what is it? Do you know who I am? Mary, its me! You have been with me for so many years. We are married. We got married in the Botanical Gardens at Duke. You live in North Carolina. Do you remember me at all? Our child?...' She looked down at her stomach. Her eyes were so sad. 'I was happy there. I was with our child there. You took me from that place.' Her jerked up as if it was on a string. 'You have done wrong, I shouldn't be here.' I began to shake my head, tears pouring out of me like waterfalls. 'No, Mary, no no no no. Don't say this. You belong here. You were taken too soon! Too fucking soon! Don't say that you should be here! I need you here, with me. Don't you want to be with me?' I was desperate, my voiced cracked as I spoke those words. How could she say this to me? I spent so much time, so many nights sacrificed for her! For her! I backed away slowly from her, I couldn't even think. Her eyes followed me. That's when I saw the change. Her pupils began to grow. 'No no no no no no no, don't do this.' She blinked and they were that sickly color. 'Oh God.' I whispered. She charged at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;“&lt;span &gt;&lt;span &gt;So is that when we found you?” the tattooed man said. I nodded. “She got me good also.” I looked at my wound. It stung like hell. The edges were blackened where she had scratched me. Three inches around the cuts it was turning grayish. I didn't understand what that was, I hadn't seen anything like it before. There was something about this mans voice that I recognized. That accent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;“&lt;span &gt;&lt;span &gt;Whats your name?” I asked the man. He glanced over at Tom, raising an eyebrow. Tom nodded, “He might as well know, not like he has much time left anyways.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;“&lt;span &gt;&lt;span &gt;Tom? What do you mean time? Whats going on? Who is this guy and why do you know him. What aren't you telling me?” Tom shook his head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;“&lt;span &gt;&lt;span &gt;Look you gotta understand, I am trying to help you.” I got up, despite the pain and paced around. The tattooed man put a hand on my shoulder, “I suggest you sit down for what I am going to tell you. You have released a virus that can not be undone easily. Only the Almighty One can protect us from what is about to come.” I shook my head. “No, there is no virus, I examined that plant over a thousand times and I know that it has no virus within it. No microbes or cells that can affect people in a negative way.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;“&lt;span &gt;&lt;span &gt;Your instruments aren't advanced enough to fully understand the potential of this plant. When you injected it into her, she lived for a moment, then became mindless. If she attacks another human, the world is in peril. You have let loose the nzambi virus.” My head was spinning and I sat down. I didn't know what this virus was, I didn't understand why this was happening. I was feeling so cold. I clutched my legs to me while I sat on the couch. The tattooed man continued speaking, “I am from the country where this plant came from, I am the one who burned your precious place of the dead, I burned your precious hospital.” I looked toward Tom. “You knew about this?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;“&lt;span &gt;&lt;span &gt;Yes. This man is the shaman of the tribe who approached me after the plant had already arrived to tell me about its properties. He showed me what you were doing. I can't explain how he knew, its like God led him here. I saw that thing attack you a month ago. I can't believe you never mentioned anything about this to me. I am your friend!” I shivered violently now and started hacking. “Tom, I was just trying to bring her back. You know what Mary meant to me. You shouldn't have stopped me. I was almost there. So damn close.” The shaman felt my forehead. I would have smacked his hand away except it was so warm in comparison to myself. His face turned into a scowl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;“&lt;span &gt;&lt;span &gt;I need to see if I can bring him out of this.” My vision began to blur. Voices floated in my ears at their own pace and I didn't know what I was hearing. Candles, incense, dancing? I couldn't make it out at all. The last words I heard were: “It didn't work.” When I heard this all I feel was hunger, no more pain of my wife, no more hate of Tom and this tattooed shaman, no more anything other than this unquenchable hunger to hurt and eat these two things. My pupils widened, I blinked, and I was no longer in my body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166980095898893454-3593065375775944701?l=immortallands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/feeds/3593065375775944701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166980095898893454&amp;postID=3593065375775944701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/3593065375775944701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/3593065375775944701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/2010/11/nzambi.html' title='Nzambi'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15275799767541624003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ByteE-DD-4/TiICoKA0xDI/AAAAAAAAAWY/rZcb-h7zoqo/s220/22048_1306873961384_1516617117_827801_1150607_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166980095898893454.post-8428085880265027471</id><published>2010-09-20T21:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T21:47:03.720-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh! Hello...</title><content type='html'>Ok, whoever the lonely soul is out there reading, hi.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a rut.&lt;div&gt;it sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;College?&lt;br /&gt;Own business?&lt;br /&gt;Senior Project.&lt;br /&gt;Applications.&lt;br /&gt;Job?&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her parents.&lt;br /&gt;My emotions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I kinda feel like I'm just floating in space, lots of pretty stars and suddenly one beautiful star grabs me, literally! Then all the other ugly stars; lets say asteroids made of mud; hit me one after the other and start punching me till I pay attention.&lt;br /&gt;Like I said:&lt;br /&gt;it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I need a job and I don't know how I feel about college. Kids in my class think I should go but.... My parents are cool if I go or not, but there is something in me, or maybe out there in the big wide world, that keeps tempting me to not go. Maybe I'm being lazy, or maybe college is the easy way out of actually dealing with life.&lt;br /&gt;I need a job and maybe I can use that money to begin my own business PLUS the money from generous donations or investors or something. I am not sure what I wanna sell, but maybe that is the best option.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need a job so maybe I can have more than just a high school relationship with the girl I'm in love with.&lt;br /&gt;I think my first step is to get that damn job!&lt;br /&gt;Go back to your lazy life whoever you are, I kinda wrote this for me to work through my thoughts so basically none of this makes sense to you, but feel free to check out my stuff on this blog! I fancy myself an artist so go ahead and look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy your life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166980095898893454-8428085880265027471?l=immortallands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/feeds/8428085880265027471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166980095898893454&amp;postID=8428085880265027471' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/8428085880265027471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/8428085880265027471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/2010/09/oh-hello.html' title='Oh! 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cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/TDMzFj57QgI/AAAAAAAAAOI/2NEd5-sZb9o/s400/dragon+on+the+cliff.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490788541325328898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/TDMzE2JiFSI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mO-zLA-4_fE/s1600/Desert+testing+grounds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/TDMzE2JiFSI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mO-zLA-4_fE/s400/Desert+testing+grounds.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490788529042756898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166980095898893454-4923212754584017061?l=immortallands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/feeds/4923212754584017061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166980095898893454&amp;postID=4923212754584017061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/4923212754584017061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/4923212754584017061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15275799767541624003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ByteE-DD-4/TiICoKA0xDI/AAAAAAAAAWY/rZcb-h7zoqo/s220/22048_1306873961384_1516617117_827801_1150607_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/TDM0bjG71CI/AAAAAAAAAPo/y1PH8cK5VAk/s72-c/twohearts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166980095898893454.post-2581545428897542024</id><published>2010-04-03T16:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T16:51:13.029-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alexander Wiley    February 28 at 7:54pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Lover's Hell&lt;br /&gt;by Alex Wiley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I stared at the night sky, hoping for something to happen, waiting and waiting for the stars to show their signs. My words slipped from my lips, filling the void in the dark field as the trees listened. I stayed in my circle, hoping that I could summon the one that stole her. At the last words fell from my lips like trickle of water; the stars burned. Each star in the night sky lit so bright like each sun, blinding me. I heard the voice of an angel, screaming from heaven on high, “She will not come back, do not go down this path!” The angel crashed to the earth, head bent down with its wings surrounding their body. White hair fell around her dark body, tattoos scaring its body. It was not human, not man nor women. It unfurled its wings, which dripped light. These were not wings like a bird, but rather ribbons, floating out from its back. Its eyes were purple, and poured into mine. “GOD does not care about your love, your being, your individuality. You are just a cog in a machine, turning your own little way. You should never evoke upon HIS NAME!” The last two words shook the ground, and the trees themselves cringed at its voice. I was terrified. But I stood up to my whole five feet, nine inches against this giant of a being, at least twice my height. I kept myself in the circle. “I want to see her! Bring my lover to me!” I screamed my command, but it laughed. The angel wrapped its wings around my circle, never crossing it. “Jack Nicholson you have no right to command an angel, and even if your “lover” was in heaven, I would never go against HIS will. He commands all and answers to none. Not even those with free will. I am a higher being than you, I once was human, I once had love, but I gave it all up because in the end, it achieves only pain. You cant find her on earth, and you will go to such lengths as to check heaven? Your blind, not even the brightness of GOD could give you light enough to see. Your lover is not who you think she is. She is not meant to be with you. She gave up on any path of light a long time ago.” I sat down, confused. “Not in heaven, but she was so... good.” The angel laughed. “Good? You are truly blind, humans must learn to see soon if they wish to live. Your lover was like fire, consuming and decimating, she was made from Hellfire.” I shook my head, “NO! I call upon the power of God to let me speak to her! I must bring her back, she never wanted to go!” The angel actually sat and and was beside itself with laughter now, an eerie laugh that would haunt my soul till this very day. “Check Hell for her sins against humanity.” It pushed a book to the edge, blew upon it and it glided into my circle. And with that she left, and the bright stars burst into light again, swallowing the angel.&lt;br /&gt;I dropped my head into my hands, wondering how it is that she could be in Hell. Krystal Vale was not evil. The first day I met her I knew she was an angel. Her eyes were brown and green like a forest. I met her in a dance club....&lt;br /&gt;“Hey Jack! See that girl over there?” I looked out into the crowd, still moving to the beat. Zack, punched my arm. “I'm gonna bone her!” I glared at him. Zack was a womanizer and to be honest I didn't know why I even said yes to this. I looked at the girl. Her eyes locked onto mine for s plit second, her blood red lips smiled at me and that made me say something to Zack I wasn't expecting. “Screw you Zack.” And I walked towards her. “Fuck ya then!” shouted Zack as I walked away.&lt;br /&gt;Halloween dance parties are always fun, and I was wearing a vampire outfit. My black hair fit this well, but I felt a little weird in it. I walked straight up to her in her angel outfit and she giggled. What a laugh, she had a giggle that could melt the hearts of a thousand men. Especially mine. She smiled and said, “You gonna bite me?” she purred. I laughed, “Well I was planning to ask you to dance with me, but if you would rather that....” She smiled, “I'd like that.”&lt;br /&gt;I looked at this book, made from what appeared to be leather. I opened it, and the stars went out.&lt;br /&gt;The only light came from the letters themselves, each one glowed purple on the first page. “This book will bring her to you, Jack Nicholas.” The purple light was the angel. Then there was a little note that glowed for a moment. “You may want to rearrange your circle for the journey hell.” There was a new pattern, and I fixed it all. I turned the page.&lt;br /&gt;The screams came with Hellfire raging around my circle, pain slipping around my circle and I saw a man wonder by burning. Then all went silent and I could hear my heart pounding in my chest. I was breathing fast, clutching my own chest. Then I heard another heart beating, outside my body. I looked at my chest and there was a whole, and my heart was just sitting, pumping itself, blood pouring from it. I screamed. Then there was an echo of laughter that surrounded me, and everything stopped. No flames, no screams, no heart beat, no blood. Smoke poured in from all sides, slowly, smelling of sulfur. “Rise.” I was so scared, I did it. I stood up and called out. “Come out you demons of hell, I command you to do my bidding!”&lt;br /&gt;A women, with cuts on her arms and heroin shot scars all over her, came out. She wore a mask. It was a smiling face, like a comedy mask, completely white. Her hair flowed in the air like it was underwater. She was naked and wrinkly. She had wings like the angel, but the ribbons that appeared from her back were dripping darkness. There was a spotlight on her from somewhere. She dragging her legs behind her as she crawled from the smoke. Behind her were the shades of men, being dragged behind her. She grabbed one and began to scratch his back with her clawed hands. I almost pissed myself, but I held my ground, no matter how giant she was. Her face was the size of my body.&lt;br /&gt;“I knew you would be coming, always wanting her back. What was her name? Oh yes, Krystal Vale. Born in October 31st 1989 in a little town in Main yes?” I nodded. I looked into the book and flipped through it to find out this demons name. She continued speaking. “Now you believe she in Hell? Not much of a lover you are, assuming she is here. If you think she deserved such a fate as hell, where men like these,” She ripped an arm off the man she was scratching, “Are being tortured thus, then what does that say about you?” I struggled with the answer, “I was told she was here, I wish to take her back from your claws, you fucking disciple of Satan!” She uttered a wet giggle at that while chewing on that arm. “Look kiddo, Satan might be the first to come here, but lucky for us, we don't really have a hierarchy like heaven or humanity. We demons got a job to do, that's create chaos, destruction, mayhem, pandemonium, pain, hunger, greed. I am the demon of Lust. I am a God of my realm, and your pathetic GOD is to forgiving. Sure, wiping out the world was ok, but drowning is not that bad...” I cut her off. “I call upon you! Eroi, to go to the deepest levels of Hell and bring her here and speak to me!” She thought about, then through the men back into a fire pit that seemed to have appeared behind her. She answered. “No. Why should I do this for you?” I ignored her and began to read from the book. The words slipped out of me again. The demon screamed, shrieking at the words in torment. “Okay! OKAY! You fucking bastard! The way through hell is hard, lots of layers and realms and shit, I am going to need to know what her sin was.”&lt;br /&gt;“Sin?” The demon glared at me from behind her mask. “Yeah, sin.  You know, the things you have done that are bad that you haven't paid  for in your life? What was she? Atheist or something, 'cause that aint a  sin down here.” I thought about it. I didn't know. I told her that. She  sighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="GBThreadMessageRow_Body_Content"&gt; “Kiddo, you were in love with someone you didn't know?  That's funny. Oh well, I guess we are going to have to look in that head  of yours.”&lt;br /&gt;“How are you going to do that?”&lt;br /&gt;She grumbled, “We are  already in it, doofus. You think you were in Hell? Hell isn't a place on  Earth, its not in the core, not in outer space. To tell you truth, Earth  is mostly just in your head, you see a picture, you accept it as more  than that, like look at this picture in your head.” She unfurled a giant  picture of Krystal. I stared at her, my heart lightening. “See, you  having feelings for the idea of her. You are in love with the idea of  her. Even in a physical way.” The picture changed to her naked, in bed.  My heart began to race and hormones began to rush around my body. I  stopped myself though. “So are you saying that you can't bring her to  me?” She laughed, “If I said that I would be lying, and I would rather  like to gain your trust, then you might get to comfortable then-” Her  black ribbons flowed forward around the circle, showing the dripping  darkness was in fact blood mixed with filth, the smell making my gag.  “-I would kill you.” Her words sent shivers down my spine. Her mask just  kept smiling at me, as if she were innocent. I knew better. “Can you or  can't you?”&lt;br /&gt;“I can, but she will only be in your head, I can't take  her out of Hell. Only HE can do that. But I need more, information. Lets  poke around in your memory now.”&lt;br /&gt;“Okay, uhh, ask me something.”&lt;br /&gt;“How  did you meet?”&lt;br /&gt;“It was in a dance club, my college Zack spotted her,  and then I went up to her and danced.”&lt;br /&gt;“Continue, maybe I can see  what you in your blindness can't see.”&lt;br /&gt;“Well, so we were dancing. It  was lots of fun, her little angel wings jiggled around a lot, it was fun  to watch.”&lt;br /&gt;“I'll bet you were looking at some other things  jiggling.” her laugh was by far the most grotesque thing ever. She  rolled on her back and watched me upside down with her arms under her  head. “Continue you horny bastard, we all know you were thinking that,  not wings. Don't worry, your not coming to my neck of Hell for looking  at her boobs.” I glared. “Anyways there I was. Dancing. We stopped to  get a beer. She grabbed my hand and we head to the bar. The bartender  was kinda weird. He gave us two free beers then left really fast. So we  were talking and I was telling her about myself, I asked her about  herself but she kinda deflected it. I didn't really care too much  though. Sometimes people are like that.”&lt;br /&gt;Eroi tsked at me. “Okay,  lets watch it from another angle, Jack.” Curtains drew back in my mind  and we watched a play.&lt;br /&gt; Jack was dancing horribly with a sexy angel.  They were enjoying the beat. The girl dressed as an angel giggled then  pulled on his arm toward a bar. The bartender, who was a tall blond  Russian man, screamed at the site of her, his face distorting for his  sins. “He was cheating on his wife, by the way, boy that was a mistake.”  He shakily gave two beers, then ran out screaming and clutching his  heart. He fell of the stage, dead. The curtains closed and the body was  dragged back in by two shades, one was missing an arm. I recognized him  as the one she was scratching before.&lt;br /&gt; “Good show huh? Pretty  revealing right? I think that she might have been the hottest demon in  awhile. Well, besides me of course.” She grabbed her breasts and  squeezed them. “You want some, Jack? Just step outside the circle.” I  shook his head at this ugly giantess. “No way in Hell.” She smiled, or  gave the impression she was, it was hard to tell because of the mask.  “Your loss, your are kinda cute though, I can see why she might have  fallen for you. But I should let you know, that demons don't love.”&lt;br /&gt;  “I dont think you understood. There is no way in HELL that she could be a  demon! Stop lieing to me, you monster, and bring her to me this  instant!” She sighed. “Are you sure you even want to? Let me tell you  what she has done first.”&lt;br /&gt;“NO! I don't-”&lt;br /&gt; The scene changed,  darkness faded to landscape of an orgy. Piles of people having sex and  ontop of all of them was a woman, Krystal, whose eyes glowed red and she  wore anothing. Her black ribbons potruded from her back and she was  cutting into the pile of men and women bellow. Screams of pain and  pleasure groaned from them when they were cut, and she grabbed one of  the men and began to torture him slowly. I gasped in horror. Eroi, who  lay next to me and was watching this to was laughing. “She was  brilliant, she took a church and forced them to do this. Oh, they are  going to Hell for not doing Gods will and giving into her seduction.  Mmmm.” I turned away, not wanting to see this. “This is NOT real, you  are messing with my head. I dont believe in any of this at all! You lie!  You are a piece of fucking shit for showing me this! I will never  believe in this, Krystal couldn't do this! She hated violence she said,  when I ran over a snake by accident she yelled at me for my actions!  There is no way that she could be like this.” I was crying now, “Never,  not my Krystal. Oh my God... those people. What happened to them?” I  regreted asking that. The scene melted away and it showed the man she  had tortured. He was skinning himself, against his own will. He was  screaming at his own hands. The knife went down to his-.&lt;br /&gt; I looked  away from this one two, screaming for this man as he cut into himself.  The pain in his shrieks pierced my heart like a knife, cutting me deep  and letting my heart spill out. I felt his pain. Oh God I felt his pain,  my own hand began to claw at ears, my skin being shredded. I screamed  and cried in anguish, fuck this! It hurts! I can't take this shit! Eroi  snapped her fingers, and the scene vanished, and I remained twitching  for a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt; “Once more, I'll ask. You sure you want to meet  your girlfriend now?” I gulped. “I dont...believe...that what you showed  was...real.” She sighed, “Look kiddo, I'm trying to help you out but if  you don't believe me, ask them.” She pointed to two men. The bartender  and the angel. The angel glowed like hope in this dark place, its eyes  glowed a sad purple. “I gave to much help this time. I wanted to warm  you Jack, but your not supposed to be involved with unearthly affairs, I  tried to save you by taking her away. She is all that Eroi showed you.”  Then the angel faded away. The bartender came forth.&lt;br /&gt; “I am summoned  to you for one purpose, to tell you the Truth. I coveted my neighbors  wife, cheating on my own. Lust took control of me. I felt something that  I thought was love, but I now know it was eroticism. Fake love. What  you feel, I believe is real. But you CAN'T have feelings for this  monster. She is ugly, her skin is as dead as the feelings that I thought  I had for my neighbors wife. She represents falsity upon her face. You  can not love that demon.”&lt;br /&gt;“But I do! Everything that she was around  me is different than anything you have shown me. I love her with all my  heart, She was funny, she showed love for me, we cared for each other  more than I have for anyone. I love for all the little things, like she  once wrote me a letter just for the fun of it. I love her ideas.  Bartender, you maybe right, and I am beginning to believe you, but I  love her still for who she was with me. Not for her past sins.”&lt;br /&gt;“You  should not forgive someone like that! Jack, I have seen you often in my  bar, alone and hopeless, and you'll be happier lonely than with her!  Trust me.”&lt;br /&gt;“Never. I have never been happier than being in love with  her!” I am in Love with her.”&lt;br /&gt;“I see that now. Here, drink this and  you will become separated from your body and you can travel to Hell and  speak to her.”&lt;br /&gt;I took it from his hands, and I was poisoned. The  bartender laughed and laughed and I became woozy. The angel came to me  while I lay in my circle dieing. “Love is honorable, but go back now,  you can not meet her. You must leave or you will die for nothing, a  demon.” I shook my head.&lt;br /&gt;“I already met her.” I spat out some blood.  “Eroi!” I croaked loudly. She came to me, her face to mine, her mask  still on. I reached up, and took it off. Her face was broken, skin  dieing. I shook me head. “Krystal, I know its you. You have given me  love, which I never knew, and I thank you.” I kissed her, then died.       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166980095898893454-2581545428897542024?l=immortallands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/feeds/2581545428897542024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166980095898893454&amp;postID=2581545428897542024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/2581545428897542024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/2581545428897542024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15275799767541624003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ByteE-DD-4/TiICoKA0xDI/AAAAAAAAAWY/rZcb-h7zoqo/s220/22048_1306873961384_1516617117_827801_1150607_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166980095898893454.post-8613581003573234819</id><published>2010-02-02T21:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T22:00:39.602-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Alanzo!</title><content type='html'>Alanzo&lt;br /&gt;Story by Me, Alex Wiley&lt;br /&gt;written by Katie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughter filled Alanzo’s ears as he fell to the cobblestone ground. Blood dripped from his lip. He grabbed a rock, stood up and noticed Bice was sauntering forward. A few people stopped by, interested in the fight.&lt;br /&gt;“You come to these streets again and I will break your skull in you merda del cavallo! Your mother ha avuto ieri sera sesso caldo con mi!” The crowd laughed. Bice, now angrier, charged at him. Alanzo dodged and threw the rock at the back of Bice’s head.&lt;br /&gt;“SCOPATA!” cursed Bice.&lt;br /&gt;“What’s going on here?!” The crowd scattered. Guards had come. Alanzo ran with the crowd. He did not need anymore trouble with them. “Father is going to kill me,” he thought, “or worse, mother.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alanzo opened the door to the store part of his house. He peeked in, no one was there, maybe his mother had left for the market, which was good. He did not want to face her yet. He had cuts and bruises all over. Alanzo tip toed through, about to go clean his wounds when he saw her. She was standing, a hand on her plump hips, the other held a piece of cloth. Her beady eyes stared at him.&lt;br /&gt;“Alanzo! What is this I hear about another fight in the street? I thought I said never to go to that part of the city! You are going to get yourself killed.”&lt;br /&gt;Seeing he was not responding, she continued, “Your father will not by pleased by this, you know? He has worked so hard to try and build relations with that family to be able to not have to pay all of the debt that he owes.”&lt;br /&gt;Alanzo rolled his eyes and said, “T’was on Bice mother that asino pomposo stupido-”&lt;br /&gt;“Alanzo! Watch your language! You should be thankful that asino didn’t beat you up. Anyways you should leave before father comes home and do your work, or get another punzone nella mascella.” Alanzo touched his swollen jaw.&lt;br /&gt;“I just came to clean myself up, so I’m leaving.” He walked past her and looked under his fathers bed for some hard liquor.&lt;br /&gt;“Why? You have a girl avere sesso con?” Alanzo shook his head and dabbed some alcohol on his wounds, stinging him.&lt;br /&gt;“Arrivederci , I'll be back later tonight.”&lt;br /&gt;“Ti amo, my son, be safe. Don't fight” Alanzo nodded and took to the streets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166980095898893454-8613581003573234819?l=immortallands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/feeds/8613581003573234819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166980095898893454&amp;postID=8613581003573234819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/8613581003573234819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/8613581003573234819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/2010/02/alanzo.html' title='Alanzo!'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15275799767541624003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ByteE-DD-4/TiICoKA0xDI/AAAAAAAAAWY/rZcb-h7zoqo/s220/22048_1306873961384_1516617117_827801_1150607_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166980095898893454.post-8352247621878750171</id><published>2010-01-24T11:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T09:37:22.531-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/TDMxPwIbswI/AAAAAAAAANg/uOKIVa1QyGA/s1600/katiethedarkangel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/TDMxPwIbswI/AAAAAAAAANg/uOKIVa1QyGA/s320/katiethedarkangel.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490786517382836994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/TDMw_VPQDiI/AAAAAAAAANY/Xf5YYdkFZ4c/s1600/katiethedarkangelsparkles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/TDMw_VPQDiI/AAAAAAAAANY/Xf5YYdkFZ4c/s320/katiethedarkangelsparkles.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490786235285769762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/TDMwgi9oFtI/AAAAAAAAANQ/34vfy6YOBDc/s1600/katiethedarkangelsparkles.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/TDMvvAAlqrI/AAAAAAAAANI/ecDuwKRtJcY/s1600/katiepinky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/TDMvvAAlqrI/AAAAAAAAANI/ecDuwKRtJcY/s400/katiepinky.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490784855197592242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/S7eoJgog3_I/AAAAAAAAAMY/9sC0m7cHa20/s1600/Katie+of+red+wings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 378px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/S7eoJgog3_I/AAAAAAAAAMY/9sC0m7cHa20/s400/Katie+of+red+wings.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456014354914795506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/S1x5f7MVhdI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/C19-vT9DSHs/s1600-h/Katie+Flying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/S1x5f7MVhdI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/C19-vT9DSHs/s400/Katie+Flying.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430348840074315218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/S1x5fTpkXNI/AAAAAAAAAMI/hYtVTgOhCww/s1600-h/katie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/S1x5fTpkXNI/AAAAAAAAAMI/hYtVTgOhCww/s400/katie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430348829459504338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/S1x5CFxuz1I/AAAAAAAAAMA/fRvX80WozYM/s1600-h/katiemermaid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/S1x5CFxuz1I/AAAAAAAAAMA/fRvX80WozYM/s400/katiemermaid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430348327519440722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Katie:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166980095898893454-8352247621878750171?l=immortallands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/feeds/8352247621878750171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166980095898893454&amp;postID=8352247621878750171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/8352247621878750171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/8352247621878750171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-is-katie.html' title=''/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15275799767541624003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ByteE-DD-4/TiICoKA0xDI/AAAAAAAAAWY/rZcb-h7zoqo/s220/22048_1306873961384_1516617117_827801_1150607_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/TDMxPwIbswI/AAAAAAAAANg/uOKIVa1QyGA/s72-c/katiethedarkangel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166980095898893454.post-1130837846739285717</id><published>2010-01-24T11:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T11:43:24.814-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is a friend of mine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/S1x4l6aZZgI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XZLm15UInMY/s1600-h/gayane+and+flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 381px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/S1x4l6aZZgI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XZLm15UInMY/s400/gayane+and+flower.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430347843432441346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166980095898893454-1130837846739285717?l=immortallands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/feeds/1130837846739285717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166980095898893454&amp;postID=1130837846739285717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/1130837846739285717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/1130837846739285717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-is-friend-of-mine.html' title=''/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15275799767541624003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ByteE-DD-4/TiICoKA0xDI/AAAAAAAAAWY/rZcb-h7zoqo/s220/22048_1306873961384_1516617117_827801_1150607_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/S1x4l6aZZgI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XZLm15UInMY/s72-c/gayane+and+flower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166980095898893454.post-7066893651492025565</id><published>2010-01-24T11:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T11:41:41.115-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/S1x3fz2iPgI/AAAAAAAAALQ/emfdmn9K9Ws/s1600-h/Sasha+pinky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 81px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/S1x3fz2iPgI/AAAAAAAAALQ/emfdmn9K9Ws/s200/Sasha+pinky.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430346639080570370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my classmates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/S1x4CzHrxoI/AAAAAAAAALo/87-BmUB_dDI/s1600-h/Kimani+meditatiing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/S1x4CzHrxoI/AAAAAAAAALo/87-BmUB_dDI/s320/Kimani+meditatiing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430347240179484290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/S1x4C7a4LYI/AAAAAAAAALg/NvcWF6X4xnU/s1600-h/CoolWyatt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/S1x4C7a4LYI/AAAAAAAAALg/NvcWF6X4xnU/s320/CoolWyatt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430347242407472514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/S1x4CT88V0I/AAAAAAAAALY/qrShPVTSGz0/s1600-h/Abby+purple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/S1x4CT88V0I/AAAAAAAAALY/qrShPVTSGz0/s320/Abby+purple.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430347231812933442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166980095898893454-7066893651492025565?l=immortallands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/feeds/7066893651492025565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166980095898893454&amp;postID=7066893651492025565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/7066893651492025565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/7066893651492025565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/2010/01/these-are-my-classmates.html' title=''/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15275799767541624003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ByteE-DD-4/TiICoKA0xDI/AAAAAAAAAWY/rZcb-h7zoqo/s220/22048_1306873961384_1516617117_827801_1150607_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/S1x3fz2iPgI/AAAAAAAAALQ/emfdmn9K9Ws/s72-c/Sasha+pinky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166980095898893454.post-5088069521806587286</id><published>2010-01-24T11:34:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T10:01:50.659-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I have shown the ones I made using my brother as the model, now for me:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/TDM2ekBPP8I/AAAAAAAAAQA/UsPz39s3PzM/s1600/testof+body.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 244px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/TDM2ekBPP8I/AAAAAAAAAQA/UsPz39s3PzM/s400/testof+body.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490792269387612098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/TDM2edxVNrI/AAAAAAAAAP4/qxocQQ7nJXE/s1600/redgreenyellowalex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/TDM2edxVNrI/AAAAAAAAAP4/qxocQQ7nJXE/s400/redgreenyellowalex.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490792267710281394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/TDM2eH3DGII/AAAAAAAAAPw/o1FVWmbZcrI/s1600/goldgreenalex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 330px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/TDM2eH3DGII/AAAAAAAAAPw/o1FVWmbZcrI/s400/goldgreenalex.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490792261828679810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/TDMu8PPC9hI/AAAAAAAAANA/_-acbBKrhqY/s1600/alex+and+katie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/TDMu8PPC9hI/AAAAAAAAANA/_-acbBKrhqY/s400/alex+and+katie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490783983111435794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/TDMu7ZdwkCI/AAAAAAAAAM4/qFoqKCY2L2E/s1600/alex+and+katie+and+the+firey+hearts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/TDMu7ZdwkCI/AAAAAAAAAM4/qFoqKCY2L2E/s400/alex+and+katie+and+the+firey+hearts.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490783968677629986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/TDMu7LspOzI/AAAAAAAAAMw/S0Ug_UyPO5o/s1600/alexinduke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/TDMu7LspOzI/AAAAAAAAAMw/S0Ug_UyPO5o/s400/alexinduke.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490783964981967666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/TDMu6dPj9dI/AAAAAAAAAMo/q_gu3bDSZE4/s1600/alexinarmor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/TDMu6dPj9dI/AAAAAAAAAMo/q_gu3bDSZE4/s400/alexinarmor.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490783952511956434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/TDMu55kywGI/AAAAAAAAAMg/g_DV1qWKeL4/s1600/alexbrown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 379px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/TDMu55kywGI/AAAAAAAAAMg/g_DV1qWKeL4/s400/alexbrown.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490783942937329762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/S1x3L9Ui-5I/AAAAAAAAALI/L0Pz095uL90/s1600-h/purple+dreamland.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/S1x3L9Ui-5I/AAAAAAAAALI/L0Pz095uL90/s200/purple+dreamland.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430346298024983442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/S1x3LbGkwhI/AAAAAAAAALA/4gPRdsMXCZg/s1600-h/AlexanderTree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 181px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/S1x3LbGkwhI/AAAAAAAAALA/4gPRdsMXCZg/s200/AlexanderTree.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430346288839574034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/S1x3LEGQExI/AAAAAAAAAK4/xOx-8BIrSC8/s1600-h/I+walk+through+tyhe+valley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/S1x3LEGQExI/AAAAAAAAAK4/xOx-8BIrSC8/s200/I+walk+through+tyhe+valley.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430346282664203026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166980095898893454-5088069521806587286?l=immortallands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/feeds/5088069521806587286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166980095898893454&amp;postID=5088069521806587286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/5088069521806587286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/5088069521806587286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-have-shown-ones-i-made-using-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15275799767541624003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ByteE-DD-4/TiICoKA0xDI/AAAAAAAAAWY/rZcb-h7zoqo/s220/22048_1306873961384_1516617117_827801_1150607_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/TDM2ekBPP8I/AAAAAAAAAQA/UsPz39s3PzM/s72-c/testof+body.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166980095898893454.post-2474574387128770830</id><published>2010-01-24T11:27:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T17:02:33.208-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/TGr4sWjVhlI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/f9SWK4jIhSk/s1600/jared+robot.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;So I we got a new computer which meant that Photoshop was deleted and I need to reinstall it, but I got a disc and it aint working, but whatever. So I looked up some free software and found Twisted Brush Open Studios, its ok, but not as nice as photoshop. I need to buy the full version to get some cool stuff, but I have been working with it fairly well. :)&lt;br /&gt;Well here are some of the pics I have made with them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/TGr4sWjVhlI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/f9SWK4jIhSk/s1600/jared+robot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/TGr4sWjVhlI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/f9SWK4jIhSk/s400/jared+robot.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506486935265576530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/TDMyXfXNUQI/AAAAAAAAAN4/blDJ95reCEE/s1600/jared+falls+from+building+pretty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/TDMyXfXNUQI/AAAAAAAAAN4/blDJ95reCEE/s320/jared+falls+from+building+pretty.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490787749831987458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/TDMyXIlzL9I/AAAAAAAAANw/UDXSUDM1vUE/s1600/spacejared.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/TDMyXIlzL9I/AAAAAAAAANw/UDXSUDM1vUE/s320/spacejared.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490787743719174098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/TDMyWf_eQLI/AAAAAAAAANo/PywtTPtxzDI/s1600/jaredganstared.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 194px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/TDMyWf_eQLI/AAAAAAAAANo/PywtTPtxzDI/s320/jaredganstared.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490787732821000370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/S1x2Z_jUYVI/AAAAAAAAAKw/yx3QxpNR4HQ/s1600-h/Jared+in+the+light.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 156px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/S1x2Z_jUYVI/AAAAAAAAAKw/yx3QxpNR4HQ/s200/Jared+in+the+light.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430345439630352722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/S1x2ZgtFoeI/AAAAAAAAAKo/VFzYhA70IPg/s1600-h/exploding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 172px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/S1x2ZgtFoeI/AAAAAAAAAKo/VFzYhA70IPg/s200/exploding.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430345431349830114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/S1x2ZUtD-VI/AAAAAAAAAKg/ysOj5f15Xos/s1600-h/Jared+red+flying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 178px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/S1x2ZUtD-VI/AAAAAAAAAKg/ysOj5f15Xos/s200/Jared+red+flying.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430345428128495954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166980095898893454-2474574387128770830?l=immortallands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/feeds/2474574387128770830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166980095898893454&amp;postID=2474574387128770830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/2474574387128770830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/2474574387128770830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-photos.html' title='New Photos'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15275799767541624003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ByteE-DD-4/TiICoKA0xDI/AAAAAAAAAWY/rZcb-h7zoqo/s220/22048_1306873961384_1516617117_827801_1150607_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/TGr4sWjVhlI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/f9SWK4jIhSk/s72-c/jared+robot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166980095898893454.post-2509682522729487967</id><published>2009-11-28T06:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T07:42:38.527-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rippling fins flew through the night sky as I lay in the quiet dark, the bio-luminescent glow from the butterflies shone slightly, showing me the most spectacular scene my eyes lay sight upon. The midnight sun turned redish purple an hour ago, and now dipped toward the horizon, making the whole sky purple and blue with hints of pink. Green and yellow strand flowed through the air, like a star river, twisting this way and that, glowing the whole time. The river was created from the glow of the little floating worms, moving together while migrating south. Their beauty stunned me, and the trees here blew me away. They stood tall and strong, their leaves like a bonfire, blazing in the last bit of light, holding onto it by photosynthesis. Rainbow strands of color flickered through the red and yellow leaves, twinkling like the stars and worms above. I lay in the grass, each one humming a little note as the wind whistled through. It was beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166980095898893454-2509682522729487967?l=immortallands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/feeds/2509682522729487967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166980095898893454&amp;postID=2509682522729487967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/2509682522729487967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/2509682522729487967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/2009/11/rippling-fins-flew-through-night-sky-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15275799767541624003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ByteE-DD-4/TiICoKA0xDI/AAAAAAAAAWY/rZcb-h7zoqo/s220/22048_1306873961384_1516617117_827801_1150607_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166980095898893454.post-9061989299479871921</id><published>2009-10-24T16:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T16:20:00.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story</title><content type='html'>so basically I am going to try to write a new story every two or three weeks about this detective, like episodes in a tv show. This is just a fun idea, I will try my best to stay on top of it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166980095898893454-9061989299479871921?l=immortallands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/feeds/9061989299479871921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166980095898893454&amp;postID=9061989299479871921' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/9061989299479871921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/9061989299479871921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/2009/10/story.html' title='The Story'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15275799767541624003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ByteE-DD-4/TiICoKA0xDI/AAAAAAAAAWY/rZcb-h7zoqo/s220/22048_1306873961384_1516617117_827801_1150607_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166980095898893454.post-2331943034685562092</id><published>2009-10-24T08:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T08:48:00.399-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Detective James Abraham Hearts' Interview</title><content type='html'>(This is a writing excersise used to greater understand a character.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting in the Borders cafe, I glanced at my watch, wondering where Detective Hearts could be. I sighed and sipped my coffee. The taste tingled my senses with its rich coffee and caramel flavor.&lt;br /&gt;Detective Hearts bustled in nearly tripping as he hurried over, I waved him to me. He took of his hat, removed his trench coat and placed both in his lap as he sat down. I smiled and introduced myself. He shook my hand, "James Hearts, Private Investigator. However I do work closely with the police in Port Lanwick and all over in Pender County."&lt;br /&gt;"How long have you been a detective?" I asked with curiosity.&lt;br /&gt;"For about a month. Nothing to exciting has come up, but I have a feeling something will soon."&lt;br /&gt;"So, where did you learn to become a detective?"&lt;br /&gt;He laughed,  "Everywhere. I went to Strayer University, became a police officer and then a detective after 2 years, and once I earned this Badge I began taking on Private cases. Not to mention I do police work. My friend in the Port Lanwick Police force gives me cases."&lt;br /&gt;"Who is this friend?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, his name is Robert Hilton, but we all call him Bob. He is a bright kid, but boy does he not get the ladies." He chuckled at something I didn't know about.&lt;br /&gt;"And how are you with the ladies?" His face split into a grin.&lt;br /&gt;"I have an ex-wife who hates me because of how good I am." He bit his lip after smiling and he looked around. "But you know, I don't feel bad, because I knew she was cheating on me first." &lt;br /&gt;I frowned a little, "With whom?" He smirked, answering, "I wouldn't be a good detective if I didn't know who, now would I?" I chuckled at that, nearly choked on my coffee when he said it. "It was my boss, he cam over two times without me know, thats was all I need to figure it out. I can sorta read people really well, and the fact that there was something of his at my house was a major clue. I punched my boss in the face." He beamed at me and winked while sitting up taller. "But thats all in the past now though. Now my ex just hates me for everything I do, like how I sometimes call her just to see how things are going her. She gets all annoyed at that and she says 'You know, I can raise Danny very well without your constant interruptions'"&lt;br /&gt;Detective Hearts saw it in my face that I didn't see him as a father. "My son is three years old, he was the only reason I married Helen. My ex now has legal holding over him, because I was a police officer at the time, and her lawyer convinced the judge I couldn't provide for him because I could basically die any second." He looked up at me and saw how much sympathy was radiating off of me. "Yeah... I am going to get a cup of coffee."&lt;br /&gt;As I watched him get up; I noticed that he touched his shoulder as if it hurt, but I couldn't see under his sweater so there were no clues as to why he was in pain. I began wondering why he wore so much. I was so deep in thought wondering why he was wearing a sweater in this stuffy cafe, I didn't realize I was staring until his alarmingly silvery eyes met mine. I looked at my shoes to make myself busy, but I saw from the reflection in the mirror that he was assessing me like I was him. Except he was probably doing it better.&lt;br /&gt;He wondered back through all the tables and  sat down with a steaming cup of coffee with whip cream and lots of sugar in it. Detective Hearts laughed, "I usually get teased in the office about my sweet tooth. If I see candy, I will ask for some. Its a weakness." He sipped it. "Plus, doesn't coffee raise up your blood pressure? I heard that it did somewhere. Anyways I got low blood pressure, hence the coat and sweatshirt in this warm building, here feel my hands." They were cold like ice-cubes.&lt;br /&gt;He rubbed his hands together. "Not like it isn't cold enough outside, now that it is winter." He touched his shoulder again, and I raised my eyebrows, "Are you ok Detective?" James nodded. "I got shot while on the force, it still hurts sometimes, I take some meds for it though." And with that he popped two pills and ignored his arm. "How did you get shot?"&lt;br /&gt;"With a gun. Some punks were robbing from a store, I got the call, I got to take 'em in. Two of them were mildly cooperative, but one had a gun. I didn't see it. He shot, but even at close range he was shaking like crazy. I took the shot, the adrenaline was the only thing that let me take him down, by that time the other cops were already there. Hurt like hell." He stared at his cup of coffee. "I know that the Mayor asked me to talk to you, but why are you asking these questions?" I smiled. "I am going to write a story about you."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166980095898893454-2331943034685562092?l=immortallands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/feeds/2331943034685562092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166980095898893454&amp;postID=2331943034685562092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/2331943034685562092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/2331943034685562092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/2009/10/detective-james-abraham-hearts_24.html' title='Detective James Abraham Hearts&apos; Interview'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15275799767541624003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ByteE-DD-4/TiICoKA0xDI/AAAAAAAAAWY/rZcb-h7zoqo/s220/22048_1306873961384_1516617117_827801_1150607_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166980095898893454.post-9222911894152126441</id><published>2009-10-23T19:22:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T21:41:11.179-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Detective James Abraham Hearts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/SuJbJuiP5SI/AAAAAAAAAKE/F5QT2WxJAy0/s1600-h/Overcoat+picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 143px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/SuJbJuiP5SI/AAAAAAAAAKE/F5QT2WxJAy0/s200/Overcoat+picture.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395975526211904802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/SuJbJYlt2UI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/QrJXji8-fWY/s1600-h/p2201876dt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/SuJbJYlt2UI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/QrJXji8-fWY/s200/p2201876dt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395975520320870722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/SuJbJIqZ_QI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/QEjfkGye5p0/s1600-h/800px-Map_of_Pender_County_North_Carolina_With_Municipal_and_Township_Labels.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 146px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/SuJbJIqZ_QI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/QEjfkGye5p0/s200/800px-Map_of_Pender_County_North_Carolina_With_Municipal_and_Township_Labels.PNG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395975516045573378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(HIS HOME AND WHAT HE WEARS ARE SHOWN IN THESE PICTURES)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be a police detective one must start out as a police patrol officer.  A patrol officer must pay his or her dues before moving up the ranks to a police detective.  As spots become available a police patrol officer can test for those positions.  Many agencies allow a patrol officer to test after 2 to 3 years with the department.  Some departments require 5 years.  The promotion from police patrol officer to police detective is not a quick one.  Larger departments require applicants to possess 60 units of college credit or an associate degree.  Smaller departments may not require college credit but a college education makes for a much more well-rounded police detective. Check out our Law Enforcement Degree Programs and Criminal Justice Degree Programs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The majority of police departments require applicants to be 20 years old, a U.S. citizen, GED or equivalent and many now require an associate’s degree or bachelor’s degree to become a police officer.  State and Federal agency jobs require applicants to possess a 4-year college degree.  Being able to speak a second language fluently is a definite plus for applicants.  Police Officer applicants also undergo a variety of tests including physical, medical, written and psychological. Once accepted to a police department you will attend training at an academy for 12 weeks to 1 year depending on the department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Request information from University of Phoenix and learn more about how a degree can help you succeed in a Police Officer career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep in mind that the higher paying police officer and detective jobs are in more affluent areas and are therefore much more competitive jobs to apply for.  Make sure you can set yourself apart from the competition by earning a college degree before applying or during the application process.  A college degree will also start you off at a higher salary in any area, affluent or not.  The Bureau of Labor Statistics actually states that those applicants with college training in criminal justice or police science should have the best opportunities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find schools that can help you advance your career to detective or begin a Police Officer career now&lt;br /&gt;Police Detective Job Salary and Job Outlook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The median Police Detective salary as of May, 2004 was $53,990 a year as reported by the Bureau of Labor Statistics.  The top 10% of Police Detectives, as of  May 2004, made more than $86,010 a year.  The Los Angeles Police Department offers a starting salary of $56,898 a year for police officers with a bachelor’s (4-year) degree.  The Bureau of Labor Statistics also reports that there will be a continued high demand for police officers through 2012. With the way the economy is heading, crime trends are predicted to increase, resulting in a greater demand for highly trained and educated law enforcement personnel including police detectives. This is a great time to start a career in law enforcement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Port Lanwick Police Department (NOT REAL DEPARTMENT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;127 N Churton St&lt;br /&gt;Port Lanwick, NC 19438-8820&lt;br /&gt;(919) 913-4310 (NOT REAL #)&lt;br /&gt;in Pender County, NC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to Strayer University for law enforcement education&lt;br /&gt;spent two years on the police force&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he has low blood pressure, causing him to be cold in comfortable weather&lt;br /&gt;he loves the UNC Tar Heels MLB team (this is the characters preferance, not mine, I like Red Sox personally)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166980095898893454-9222911894152126441?l=immortallands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/feeds/9222911894152126441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166980095898893454&amp;postID=9222911894152126441' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/9222911894152126441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/9222911894152126441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/2009/10/detective-james-abraham-hearts.html' title='Detective James Abraham Hearts'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15275799767541624003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ByteE-DD-4/TiICoKA0xDI/AAAAAAAAAWY/rZcb-h7zoqo/s220/22048_1306873961384_1516617117_827801_1150607_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/SuJbJuiP5SI/AAAAAAAAAKE/F5QT2WxJAy0/s72-c/Overcoat+picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166980095898893454.post-2174912231936007709</id><published>2009-10-23T11:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T11:14:52.904-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>http://writing12345.blogspot.com/search?updated-min=2009-01-01T00%3A00%3A00%2B05%3A00&amp;updated-max=2010-01-01T00%3A00%3A00%2B05%3A00&amp;max-results=8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is just staring up as a writer, made this blog for her internship, and I personally  think she is quiet amazing at her stuff. You guys should visit her site and be a fan or something!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166980095898893454-2174912231936007709?l=immortallands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/feeds/2174912231936007709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166980095898893454&amp;postID=2174912231936007709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/2174912231936007709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/2174912231936007709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/2009/10/httpwriting12345.html' title=''/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15275799767541624003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ByteE-DD-4/TiICoKA0xDI/AAAAAAAAAWY/rZcb-h7zoqo/s220/22048_1306873961384_1516617117_827801_1150607_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166980095898893454.post-8183027175766631866</id><published>2009-04-13T07:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T08:05:25.841-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>By the way, if you are one of those people who are wondering if I lead a weird and dark life, most of the poems that I write are just to keep me happy. Most people can go though life with these sorts of thoughts in their head, but they become sad. I am not that sad of a person, but these do come from me. The happy, the sad, the bizarre. I am a complicated person, but not as complicated as everyone else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166980095898893454-8183027175766631866?l=immortallands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/feeds/8183027175766631866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166980095898893454&amp;postID=8183027175766631866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/8183027175766631866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/8183027175766631866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/2009/04/by-way-if-you-are-one-of-those-people.html' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked into the mirror&lt;br /&gt;And all I saw was me&lt;br /&gt;Nothing that could help&lt;br /&gt;I doubt I could free&lt;br /&gt;Free her from the outside&lt;br /&gt;free her from the dark&lt;br /&gt;See the world surrounding&lt;br /&gt;It is moving like a shark&lt;br /&gt;Swimming round and round&lt;br /&gt;Can not find the solid ground&lt;br /&gt;No need no need&lt;br /&gt;Too bad she is so empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I glanced at the darkened sky&lt;br /&gt;I was lost within that crows cry&lt;br /&gt;Never shall see again&lt;br /&gt;Never can I help again&lt;br /&gt;Lost within the crows cry&lt;br /&gt;Lost within the crows cry&lt;br /&gt;When I did try to help&lt;br /&gt;All I heard were screams and yelps&lt;br /&gt;Of pain again much stronger still&lt;br /&gt;I just want to die&lt;br /&gt;She said with a cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am lost confused&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;Anything could let me lose&lt;br /&gt;My life that I did choose&lt;br /&gt;I am full of heated rage&lt;br /&gt;I am lost upon life's stage&lt;br /&gt;I want to help her&lt;br /&gt;I want to help her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so go to where she was&lt;br /&gt;and save her from the pain that was&lt;br /&gt;All I see is red now&lt;br /&gt;Knife fly through the air now&lt;br /&gt;Empty, spilled upon the floor&lt;br /&gt;I see him close the door&lt;br /&gt;I tried I tried to help her out&lt;br /&gt;Now I am fading out&lt;br /&gt;Fading OUT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166980095898893454-8335380738872373381?l=immortallands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/feeds/8335380738872373381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166980095898893454&amp;postID=8335380738872373381' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ByteE-DD-4/TiICoKA0xDI/AAAAAAAAAWY/rZcb-h7zoqo/s220/22048_1306873961384_1516617117_827801_1150607_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166980095898893454.post-8582880039642303882</id><published>2009-04-12T23:11:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T23:21:23.725-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Feel the world move sliding round yourself&lt;br /&gt;See the twist and turns it shows&lt;br /&gt;Like water thats lost its flow&lt;br /&gt;Round and round it goes!&lt;br /&gt;See the world fall from the shelf&lt;br /&gt;Watch it shatter upon the floor&lt;br /&gt;No chance to open the door&lt;br /&gt;Please just say no more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I am lost, gone&lt;br /&gt;I am just a small pawn&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the bright dawn&lt;br /&gt;Lost in the world I see&lt;br /&gt;Please don't let me be&lt;br /&gt;We are all gone now&lt;br /&gt;I just dunno how&lt;br /&gt;We're all so empty&lt;br /&gt;Lost in the world we see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No chance to close the... door&lt;br /&gt;Please just say no... more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166980095898893454-8582880039642303882?l=immortallands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/feeds/8582880039642303882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166980095898893454&amp;postID=8582880039642303882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/8582880039642303882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/8582880039642303882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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answer all your questions&lt;br /&gt;I do everything that you say!&lt;br /&gt;Please just answer me this one question here!&lt;br /&gt;Why is it you can't tell me&lt;br /&gt;All the things that are on your mind?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you tell me your nightmares so I can protect you?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you tell me your dreams to make them true!?&lt;br /&gt;I only do this because I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166980095898893454-8571744633066040242?l=immortallands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/feeds/8571744633066040242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166980095898893454&amp;postID=8571744633066040242' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>When I am away for way to long&lt;br /&gt;All my thoughts drift and waver&lt;br /&gt;An ocean sliding back and forth in my mind&lt;br /&gt;And under the surface of all these thoughts&lt;br /&gt;In the reflection of thee waves&lt;br /&gt;Is your face your body your mind&lt;br /&gt;And when you are near me&lt;br /&gt;You seem to rise from the surface&lt;br /&gt;Break through all realities of my memory and become more&lt;br /&gt;Oh so much more!&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes they twinkle in my minds eye&lt;br /&gt;But when I see you I then realize that I was wrong&lt;br /&gt;Oh so wrong!&lt;br /&gt;You are far more than my imagination can believe&lt;br /&gt;Oh what is it that you are doing to me!&lt;br /&gt;All my thoughts lead back to you&lt;br /&gt;All my heart belongs to you!&lt;br /&gt;I want to be with you forever&lt;br /&gt;Stay with me, come and follow me!&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid anymore&lt;br /&gt;Come on and lose it, just let go!&lt;br /&gt;See where your instincts take you&lt;br /&gt;You can do whatever you want with me&lt;br /&gt;Come on try anything!&lt;br /&gt;Follow me to the oceans edge&lt;br /&gt;And there we will float away into the waves&lt;br /&gt;And when it turns to night&lt;br /&gt;When the stars become so bright&lt;br /&gt;We will float into the sky, totally free&lt;br /&gt;From our lives and we can see&lt;br /&gt;What its like, just you and me&lt;br /&gt;Floating forever, returning never&lt;br /&gt;Just come and float away with me!&lt;br /&gt;Float away... float away into the night sky&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166980095898893454-7132163200240710449?l=immortallands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/feeds/7132163200240710449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ByteE-DD-4/TiICoKA0xDI/AAAAAAAAAWY/rZcb-h7zoqo/s220/22048_1306873961384_1516617117_827801_1150607_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166980095898893454.post-8407093819734768052</id><published>2009-01-01T10:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T10:17:58.494-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moonlight Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="column body" id="scroll_here"&gt;&lt;div class="text"&gt;I want to see you dance on the water,&lt;br /&gt;See you dance in the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;Your image shines out full out and brighter&lt;br /&gt;Than any star&lt;br /&gt;You don't seem so far&lt;br /&gt;When I think you beside me&lt;br /&gt;Hold my hand and teach me to dance&lt;br /&gt;Out on the water&lt;br /&gt;In my dreams, you are right here beside me&lt;br /&gt;In my dreams, you smile so softly&lt;br /&gt;But in my waking hours by your side&lt;br /&gt;No dream can compare to this feeling I bear now inside me&lt;br /&gt;I fell for you like comet from heaven&lt;br /&gt;I fell to you with a flash of your eyes&lt;br /&gt;But when they were closed and you lay in my arms!&lt;br /&gt;I fell deeply in love with you&lt;br /&gt;Every time I dream, the good ones have you&lt;br /&gt;Right here inside me&lt;br /&gt;Every day I am with you all is good&lt;br /&gt;Right here inside me&lt;br /&gt;All I have to do is think of you&lt;br /&gt;Then I can go and see true&lt;br /&gt;The things that are inside me&lt;br /&gt;So take my hand&lt;br /&gt;Teach me to dance&lt;br /&gt;Out there on the water&lt;br /&gt;Where ripples they play&lt;br /&gt;And swans swim away&lt;br /&gt;And stars are shining in night skies&lt;br /&gt;Purple darkness envelops at last!&lt;br /&gt;And the moonlight is shining&lt;br /&gt;Silver threads of your dress sparkle bright&lt;br /&gt;But no silver can compare to the sight&lt;br /&gt;Of you on the water&lt;br /&gt;Glowing and softer&lt;br /&gt;Than the white snow that falls all around!&lt;br /&gt;But I am warmed by your light&lt;br /&gt;The cold does not bite&lt;br /&gt;Take me to heights I had not seen before&lt;br /&gt;Right here inside me&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/166980095898893454-8407093819734768052?l=immortallands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/feeds/8407093819734768052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166980095898893454&amp;postID=8407093819734768052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/8407093819734768052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166980095898893454.post-1901402119049069943</id><published>2008-11-16T07:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T07:21:40.074-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Domino</title><content type='html'>This is about these two people who broke up, and one of them told me roughly what it was like for them, so I wrote this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were once so close&lt;br /&gt;I remember when&lt;br /&gt;We held hands, kissed slowly&lt;br /&gt;Now we’re so far&lt;br /&gt;From each other&lt;br /&gt;Because of one thing I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it makes sense&lt;br /&gt;I wasn’t great&lt;br /&gt;You didn’t like me much anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why, why! Why did you stay?&lt;br /&gt;If all I did was bring the rain your way?&lt;br /&gt;But why, why! Why did you try?&lt;br /&gt;To convince of that lie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at the places where we once were&lt;br /&gt;A thousand memories came flooding back&lt;br /&gt;And every one of them is weight on my heart&lt;br /&gt;I tore my gaze from the place&lt;br /&gt;But now the passion I once felt&lt;br /&gt;Burns all the brighter, painfully&lt;br /&gt;Back then I thought&lt;br /&gt;That I loved&lt;br /&gt;That I really cared&lt;br /&gt;And now I know that it was real&lt;br /&gt;Because of the pain I now feel&lt;br /&gt;And now it makes sense&lt;br /&gt;Why you left&lt;br /&gt;I never really showed how much I cared&lt;br /&gt;I never whispered the Truth in your ear&lt;br /&gt;But today I know hat you don’t want to hear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why, why! Why did you stay?&lt;br /&gt;If all I did was bring the rain your way?&lt;br /&gt;But why, why! Why did you try?&lt;br /&gt;To convince of that lie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you told me then&lt;br /&gt;Right when I was not doing well&lt;br /&gt;So that I could have changed and made it right&lt;br /&gt;Rather than what happened next&lt;br /&gt;Setting up the domino effect&lt;br /&gt;And with one whisper, knocking them down&lt;br /&gt;And realizing that you were slipping away&lt;br /&gt;From my fingerer tips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why, why! Why did you stay?&lt;br /&gt;If all I did was bring the rain your way?&lt;br /&gt;But why, why! Why did you try?&lt;br /&gt;To convince of that lie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That lie you created&lt;br /&gt;The lie that you really cared&lt;br /&gt;Or was it real and then it faded away&lt;br /&gt;With every wrong thing I said&lt;br /&gt;With every wrong thing I did?&lt;br /&gt;Did you tell me to stop?&lt;br /&gt;And I just didn’t hear!&lt;br /&gt;I guess all wanted to say&lt;br /&gt;Before slip away again&lt;br /&gt;Is that if you need a hand&lt;br /&gt;If you need me back&lt;br /&gt;I just might still be here&lt;br /&gt;Just say it to me&lt;br /&gt;Just say it please&lt;br /&gt;Oh please just say&lt;br /&gt;Please&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166980095898893454-1901402119049069943?l=immortallands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/feeds/1901402119049069943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166980095898893454&amp;postID=1901402119049069943' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/1901402119049069943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/1901402119049069943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/2008/11/domino.html' title='Domino'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15275799767541624003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ByteE-DD-4/TiICoKA0xDI/AAAAAAAAAWY/rZcb-h7zoqo/s220/22048_1306873961384_1516617117_827801_1150607_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166980095898893454.post-3253301708434911558</id><published>2008-11-16T07:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T07:19:23.802-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spark</title><content type='html'>I feel a spark in you&lt;br /&gt;Every time we touch&lt;br /&gt;I feel a shock from you&lt;br /&gt;Every time I see you&lt;br /&gt;You seem to electrify&lt;br /&gt;All of my heart&lt;br /&gt;It was like dead, cold&lt;br /&gt;Until you rekindled my heart&lt;br /&gt;And it’s now yours&lt;br /&gt;No one else’s&lt;br /&gt;Not even mine anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never felt this way before&lt;br /&gt;About anyone&lt;br /&gt;I have never needed anybody&lt;br /&gt;They way I need you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel a spark in you&lt;br /&gt;Every time we touch&lt;br /&gt;I feel a shock from you&lt;br /&gt;Every time I see you&lt;br /&gt;You seem to electrify&lt;br /&gt;All of my heart&lt;br /&gt;It was like dead, cold&lt;br /&gt;Until you rekindled my heart&lt;br /&gt;And it’s now yours&lt;br /&gt;No one else’s&lt;br /&gt;Not even mine anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the first time I saw you&lt;br /&gt;I knew you were special&lt;br /&gt;It felt like I had melted&lt;br /&gt;The part me I hid behind&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I see you&lt;br /&gt;I feel the warmth behind in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;But there is a window&lt;br /&gt;Between your soul and mine&lt;br /&gt;It is frosted with cold&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it isn’t window at all&lt;br /&gt;But rather a the bars of cage&lt;br /&gt;That you have placed there yourself&lt;br /&gt;With the help of your past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I feel a spark in you&lt;br /&gt;Every time we touch&lt;br /&gt;I feel a shock from you&lt;br /&gt;Every time I see you&lt;br /&gt;You seem to electrify&lt;br /&gt;All of my heart&lt;br /&gt;It was like dead, cold&lt;br /&gt;Until you rekindled my heart&lt;br /&gt;And it’s now yours&lt;br /&gt;No one else’s&lt;br /&gt;Not even mine anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget the past, let yourself free&lt;br /&gt;Fight the cage that is holding back&lt;br /&gt;Join me by the waters edge&lt;br /&gt;Where ocean meets the land&lt;br /&gt;Where land and ocean meet the sky&lt;br /&gt;Trust me now; you know I can’t lie to you&lt;br /&gt;Feel my heart; it beats for you and only you&lt;br /&gt;I would wait in the pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;To see your face again&lt;br /&gt;To just hold your hand once more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because, I feel a spark in you&lt;br /&gt;Every time we touch&lt;br /&gt;I feel a shock from you&lt;br /&gt;Every time I see you&lt;br /&gt;You seem to electrify&lt;br /&gt;All of my heart&lt;br /&gt;It was like dead, cold&lt;br /&gt;Until you rekindled my heart&lt;br /&gt;And it’s now yours&lt;br /&gt;No one else’s&lt;br /&gt;Not even mine anymore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166980095898893454-3253301708434911558?l=immortallands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/feeds/3253301708434911558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166980095898893454&amp;postID=3253301708434911558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/3253301708434911558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/3253301708434911558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/2008/11/spark.html' title='Spark'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15275799767541624003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ByteE-DD-4/TiICoKA0xDI/AAAAAAAAAWY/rZcb-h7zoqo/s220/22048_1306873961384_1516617117_827801_1150607_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166980095898893454.post-8413479273361978060</id><published>2008-11-16T07:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T07:17:59.999-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurricane</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I held myself upward again&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Against the frightful wind I felt&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;That came ore the plain&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Grasses flew from the ground&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dirt was there in the air&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And I leaned against all the troubles&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The mighty wind&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I pushed against with all my might&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nothing could stop me&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nothing can hold me back&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nor force me to stay here&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Here upon the plane&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;No matter how hard it tries the most it can do&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Is just slow me down on my way to you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oh please, can you see me on the horizon?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Are you the source of all this wind?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The gale troubles, the tornado of turmoil?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But there is nothing that can stop me now!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And I leaned against all the troubles&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The mighty windy&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I pushed against with all my might&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nothing an stop me&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nothing can hold me back&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;No force could make me stay&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Here upon the plane &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This wind that is fighting me&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Only makes me stronger&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Every rock that is thrown by this force&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Only helps me to dodge the next one&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And soon I’ll fly above the storm&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And soon I’ll rise above it all&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;All this trouble that now fights me&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Is not my, it is your own&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am not apart of this&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This hurricane is your own!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And I lean against the wind&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Against all the troubles&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I pushed with all my might&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nothing can stop&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nor hold me back&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Or force me to stay&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Upon the plane&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166980095898893454-8413479273361978060?l=immortallands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/feeds/8413479273361978060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166980095898893454&amp;postID=8413479273361978060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/8413479273361978060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/8413479273361978060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/2008/11/hurricane.html' title='Hurricane'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15275799767541624003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ByteE-DD-4/TiICoKA0xDI/AAAAAAAAAWY/rZcb-h7zoqo/s220/22048_1306873961384_1516617117_827801_1150607_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166980095898893454.post-5271804396012070313</id><published>2008-11-16T07:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T07:17:09.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Flight from the Dark Mountain</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I held myself upon the mountain cliff&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I shifted my neck and stretched my wings&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Maybe this time, maybe this time&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I would be able to fly&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Fly away from it&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Unfold my wings and catch the air&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Feel the control I’ve never had&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And let the air then guide me&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I looked down from the cliff&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The menacing crags and back rocks around me&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I looked down from my place&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And saw another world around me&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;From my height I could see the green&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Forest&lt;/st1:place&gt;, fields and plains&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;From my dark lonely mountain&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I could see the hope that others took for granted&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I stretched my wings&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This time I’d try&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I took one last look&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The mountain had so many dangers&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I couldn’t I’d have to fly&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Fly away from it all&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Unfold my wings and catch the air&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Feel control I’ve never felt&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And let it guide me there&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I jumped from the highest place&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The cliff that stuck out like a fang&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I spread my wings, it hurt so much&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But then I didn’t care&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Freedom was within my grasp&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I felt control like I thought I would&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I wondered if this feeling would really last&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I wondered if this was real!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m flying away from it all&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Unfold my wings and catch the air&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Feel control I’ve never had&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And let it guide me there&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My wings they beat so hard, they bled&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My eyes they cried not with pain&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But the joy that had done it now&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;That I could do it again!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The air around the dark mountain&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Was thick with smoke and smog&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But still I breathed in heavily&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The freedom in my breath!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I flew away from it all&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Down to the green land that was around&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I might have to return again&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To teach others to take that first leap, that first fall!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m flying away from it all&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Unfold my wings and catch the air&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Feel control I’ve never had&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And let it guide me there&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166980095898893454-5271804396012070313?l=immortallands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/feeds/5271804396012070313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166980095898893454&amp;postID=5271804396012070313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/5271804396012070313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/5271804396012070313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/2008/11/flight-from-dark-mountain.html' title='Flight from the Dark Mountain'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15275799767541624003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ByteE-DD-4/TiICoKA0xDI/AAAAAAAAAWY/rZcb-h7zoqo/s220/22048_1306873961384_1516617117_827801_1150607_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166980095898893454.post-7780533052097307216</id><published>2008-11-16T07:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T07:16:17.385-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am here, waiting</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The sun’s last rays slipped away and twilight fell&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pink to purple&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Purple to a dark blue&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pinholes of starlight sprinkled through&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I held her close&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I held her hand&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I felt the warmth of her breathe in the air&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We held close, not letting go&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Fearing this would be last time that I would see her&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The time was slipping in an endless way&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I wish forever there I would stay&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It wasn’t perfect&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It took work&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A risk or two just to be here with you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When I first saw her, she was so alone&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I had to be the one to help her realize&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Everything works out in the end&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I wish I could send&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Her a sign that it will be alright&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Just let go of the past&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Stop worrying about the future&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The present is a gift, hence the name&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The best time is now, not then nor soon&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But don’t forget them, just let go&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For awhile, see what happens&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Feel the way I feel&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The sun’s last rays slip away&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;No darkness, but now there’s moonlight&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m here for you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Just reach out&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am right here waiting for you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am right here just wanting to help you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166980095898893454-7780533052097307216?l=immortallands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/feeds/7780533052097307216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166980095898893454&amp;postID=7780533052097307216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/7780533052097307216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/7780533052097307216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-here-waiting.html' title='I am here, waiting'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15275799767541624003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ByteE-DD-4/TiICoKA0xDI/AAAAAAAAAWY/rZcb-h7zoqo/s220/22048_1306873961384_1516617117_827801_1150607_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166980095898893454.post-6369076569290580273</id><published>2008-11-16T07:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T07:11:30.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Blur</title><content type='html'>This song isn't about me, but anyone who is feeling alone and doesn't understand why they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There I sat, the world passed me by&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A blur of people, I watched from the side&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;No body stopped and wondered why&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have been so alone&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hiding from it all&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Not questioning the things around me&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Why am I so shy?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Why do I hide,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;From this feeling inside,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Inside of me?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There I stood, in my corner&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Waiting for someone to notice me&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There I slide down to the ground&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Because no one can see me!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Why am I so shy?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Why do I hide,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;From this feeling inside,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Inside of me?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then one day, someone came up to me&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He came from the blur, the blur around me&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I looked up at him&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tears in my eyes&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;How is that he could see me?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Why am I so shy?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Why do I hide,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Away from it all&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Away from this feeling inside,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Inside of me?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He smiled a comforting smile and offered me a hand&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I smiled up shyly, but not trusting him&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I pulled myself up and tried to walk away&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But it was impossible, he wanted me to stay!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He asked me&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Why am I so shy?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Why do I hide,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Away from it all?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Away from all the world around me&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I turned around then&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Went up to his face&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And screamed aloud for the world to hear&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;No has seen me for so long&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m like a shadow upon the wall&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I linger here&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Waiting for you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For someone to just please care!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;That’s why I’m so shy&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hiding from it all&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Waiting for someone to notice me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166980095898893454-6369076569290580273?l=immortallands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/feeds/6369076569290580273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166980095898893454&amp;postID=6369076569290580273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/6369076569290580273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/6369076569290580273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/2008/11/blur.html' title='A Blur'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15275799767541624003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ByteE-DD-4/TiICoKA0xDI/AAAAAAAAAWY/rZcb-h7zoqo/s220/22048_1306873961384_1516617117_827801_1150607_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166980095898893454.post-932461029002546890</id><published>2008-10-19T09:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T11:29:37.925-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/SPs73mQS4CI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Uy5rjPxKlaY/s1600-h/angel+of+the+red+dawn+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/SPs73mQS4CI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Uy5rjPxKlaY/s320/angel+of+the+red+dawn+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258862816232923170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darkness lasted for a thousand years&lt;br /&gt;Then the red dawn came with blood&lt;br /&gt;And the angel stood there, ashamed&lt;br /&gt;For the blood was upon her hands&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166980095898893454-932461029002546890?l=immortallands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/feeds/932461029002546890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166980095898893454&amp;postID=932461029002546890' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/932461029002546890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/932461029002546890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/2008/10/darkness-lasted-for-thousand-years-then.html' title=''/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15275799767541624003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ByteE-DD-4/TiICoKA0xDI/AAAAAAAAAWY/rZcb-h7zoqo/s220/22048_1306873961384_1516617117_827801_1150607_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/SPs73mQS4CI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Uy5rjPxKlaY/s72-c/angel+of+the+red+dawn+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166980095898893454.post-2180730846951972356</id><published>2008-10-16T19:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T19:30:40.191-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/SPfOff77zPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/WOmUXnVbrCI/s1600-h/wizardofthereddawn.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/SPfOff77zPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/WOmUXnVbrCI/s320/wizardofthereddawn.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257898130522492146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Wizard of the Red Dawn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166980095898893454-2180730846951972356?l=immortallands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/feeds/2180730846951972356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166980095898893454&amp;postID=2180730846951972356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/2180730846951972356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/2180730846951972356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/2008/10/wizard-of-red-dawn.html' title=''/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15275799767541624003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ByteE-DD-4/TiICoKA0xDI/AAAAAAAAAWY/rZcb-h7zoqo/s220/22048_1306873961384_1516617117_827801_1150607_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/SPfOff77zPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/WOmUXnVbrCI/s72-c/wizardofthereddawn.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166980095898893454.post-8375198514803291473</id><published>2008-09-29T06:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T10:50:00.564-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the List of Things...</title><content type='html'>This is where random things that I find will go, such as advise from fortune cookies, bumper stickers, quotes and the inside of chocolate wrappers that I think that the world needs to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-A loved one is most important at this time.&lt;br /&gt;-Smile at yourself in a mirror. You might see someone new there.&lt;br /&gt;-Sing along with elevator music.&lt;br /&gt;-Go to your special place.&lt;br /&gt;-Don't worry about it so much.&lt;br /&gt;-Make that "someday" today.&lt;br /&gt;-Keep promises that you make to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;-Say what you are feeling to someone special.&lt;br /&gt;-"Start by doing what is neccisary, then what is possible and soon you find yourself doing the impossible."&lt;br /&gt;-Is this love or is this pity?&lt;br /&gt;-Save the Earth: its the only planet with chocolate!&lt;br /&gt;-There are two kinds of pedestrians, the quick and the dead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Very funny Scotty, now beam down my clothes.&lt;br /&gt;-IF THIS STICKER IS GETTING SMALLER, THE LIGHT IS PROBABLY GREEN.&lt;br /&gt;-There are three kinds of people, the ones who can count and the ones who can't.&lt;br /&gt;-Age is a high price for maturilty.&lt;br /&gt;-All generalizations are false.&lt;br /&gt;-When left to themselves, things tend to go from bad to worse.&lt;br /&gt;-If electricity comes from electrons, does morality come from morons?&lt;br /&gt;-Your only young once, you can be immature forever.&lt;br /&gt;-We are not creatures of circumstance, we are creators of it.&lt;br /&gt;-We are shaped and fashioned by what we love.&lt;br /&gt;-A lie gets half way around the world before truth can put its pants on.&lt;br /&gt;-In the end, we will not remember the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.&lt;br /&gt;-"Do or do not, there is no try"-Yoda&lt;br /&gt;-Don't stay in bed unless you can make money there.&lt;br /&gt;-Dancing is silent poetry&lt;br /&gt;-Don't beat yourself up for not knowing something. Go out and learn it!&lt;br /&gt;-If you don't know what a story is, how can you write one?&lt;br /&gt;-Failure is when you don't get up again.&lt;br /&gt;-You can tell your whole life in thirty seconds. Its a question of editing.&lt;br /&gt;-I think, therfore I doubt.&lt;br /&gt;-No problem is as big as it looks. Usually, it's bigger.&lt;br /&gt;-The difference between the right word and almost the right word is the difference between lighting and alightning bug.&lt;br /&gt;-Leave the easy jobs for others, take the hard jobs for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;-A writer is two inds of machines; he is a perpetual notion machine and a perpetual emotion machine.&lt;br /&gt;-Relax...&lt;br /&gt;-Never eat andything larger than your lawyer.&lt;br /&gt;-Never read a book you can't fit in your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;-If your going through hell, keep going.&lt;br /&gt;-God is a comedian playing an audiance that is to afraid to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;-I have not failed. I found ten thousand ways that don't work.&lt;br /&gt;-We didn't lose the game, we ran oot of time.&lt;br /&gt;-An optimist proclaims that we live in the best of all the world, a pessimist fears that this is true.&lt;br /&gt;-Be nice to people on your way up because you will meet them on your way down.&lt;br /&gt;-A man's reputaion wouldn't know his character if they met in the street.&lt;br /&gt;-To love oneself is the begining of a lifelong romance&lt;br /&gt;-Knowledge speaks, but wisdom listens.&lt;br /&gt;-Obstacles are those frightful things you see when you take your eyes of the goal.&lt;br /&gt;-Success often comes to those who are too busy to be looking for it.&lt;br /&gt;-"My advise to you is to get married: if you find a good wife you'll be happy, if not you become a philospher"-Socrates&lt;br /&gt;-One of the symptoms of an approaching nervous breakdown is the belief that ones work is terribly important&lt;br /&gt;-3 o'clock is always too late or too early for anything you want to do.&lt;br /&gt;-Happieness is good health and bad memory.&lt;br /&gt;-The best way to predict the future is to invent it.&lt;br /&gt;-The average person thinks he isn't.&lt;br /&gt;-Love is the most generous thing you can give.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166980095898893454-8375198514803291473?l=immortallands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/feeds/8375198514803291473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166980095898893454&amp;postID=8375198514803291473' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/8375198514803291473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/8375198514803291473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/2008/09/leroy.html' title='the List of Things...'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15275799767541624003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ByteE-DD-4/TiICoKA0xDI/AAAAAAAAAWY/rZcb-h7zoqo/s220/22048_1306873961384_1516617117_827801_1150607_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166980095898893454.post-3759702750563977440</id><published>2008-09-27T16:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T16:53:24.665-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/SN6dJA1fx4I/AAAAAAAAAFk/X_OcA7lqy8g/s1600-h/desertplanet.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/SNA1Ig8Ep7I/AAAAAAAAAFM/wf9YMy_2VII/s320/space+station.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246751986283751346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flowing energies of green&lt;br /&gt;Slow around me fly&lt;br /&gt;Between me and my brother see&lt;br /&gt;A station moves around me high&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166980095898893454-2143456557582598776?l=immortallands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/feeds/2143456557582598776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166980095898893454&amp;postID=2143456557582598776' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/2143456557582598776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/2143456557582598776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/2008/09/flowing-energies-of-green-slow-around.html' title=''/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15275799767541624003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ByteE-DD-4/TiICoKA0xDI/AAAAAAAAAWY/rZcb-h7zoqo/s220/22048_1306873961384_1516617117_827801_1150607_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/SNA1Ig8Ep7I/AAAAAAAAAFM/wf9YMy_2VII/s72-c/space+station.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166980095898893454.post-4058052901681588701</id><published>2008-09-16T18:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T18:36:04.185-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/SNA0WffIL2I/AAAAAAAAAFE/Qi6YEEws5MY/s1600-h/spaceship2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/SMz_D6VbTmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/enyMbQ_efpE/s320/space+train+copy.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245848108643602018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riding on old Galactic Train...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166980095898893454-3150432366305012108?l=immortallands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/feeds/3150432366305012108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166980095898893454&amp;postID=3150432366305012108' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/3150432366305012108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/3150432366305012108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/2008/09/riding-on-old-galactic-train.html' title=''/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15275799767541624003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ByteE-DD-4/TiICoKA0xDI/AAAAAAAAAWY/rZcb-h7zoqo/s220/22048_1306873961384_1516617117_827801_1150607_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/SMz_D6VbTmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/enyMbQ_efpE/s72-c/space+train+copy.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166980095898893454.post-4259852980923926111</id><published>2008-09-13T19:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T19:54:59.079-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/SMxSePnxRFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/IiGZq5yzu1c/s1600-h/spaceship.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/SMxSePnxRFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/IiGZq5yzu1c/s320/spaceship.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245658345522676818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Space. The final frontier. The ship sailed on the calm waters of the distant planet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166980095898893454-4259852980923926111?l=immortallands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/feeds/4259852980923926111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166980095898893454&amp;postID=4259852980923926111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/4259852980923926111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/4259852980923926111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/2008/09/space.html' title=''/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15275799767541624003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ByteE-DD-4/TiICoKA0xDI/AAAAAAAAAWY/rZcb-h7zoqo/s220/22048_1306873961384_1516617117_827801_1150607_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/SMxSePnxRFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/IiGZq5yzu1c/s72-c/spaceship.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166980095898893454.post-4003161765094035877</id><published>2008-08-10T12:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T19:00:41.557-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/SJ8esZoVcFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/EpJXXQGL-Jw/s1600-h/Sidow.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/SJ8esZoVcFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/EpJXXQGL-Jw/s320/Sidow.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232935040170946642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wizard Sidow who lives alone in the Dark Forest, studying the Darkness that grows from within, threatening to destroy us all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166980095898893454-4003161765094035877?l=immortallands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/feeds/4003161765094035877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166980095898893454&amp;postID=4003161765094035877' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/4003161765094035877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/4003161765094035877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/2008/08/wizard-sidow-who-lives-alone-in-dark.html' title=''/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15275799767541624003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ByteE-DD-4/TiICoKA0xDI/AAAAAAAAAWY/rZcb-h7zoqo/s220/22048_1306873961384_1516617117_827801_1150607_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/SJ8esZoVcFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/EpJXXQGL-Jw/s72-c/Sidow.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166980095898893454.post-6470757737186260845</id><published>2008-08-10T12:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T12:59:21.658-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/SJ8dBI8e63I/AAAAAAAAAEA/-ABouDxCsKY/s1600-h/michaelmas.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/SJ8dBI8e63I/AAAAAAAAAEA/-ABouDxCsKY/s320/michaelmas.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232933197446048626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This the first Michael and the Dragon drawing that I made. I don't like the fire in this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166980095898893454-6470757737186260845?l=immortallands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/feeds/6470757737186260845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166980095898893454&amp;postID=6470757737186260845' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/6470757737186260845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/6470757737186260845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-first-michael-and-dragon-drawing.html' title=''/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15275799767541624003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ByteE-DD-4/TiICoKA0xDI/AAAAAAAAAWY/rZcb-h7zoqo/s220/22048_1306873961384_1516617117_827801_1150607_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/SJ8dBI8e63I/AAAAAAAAAEA/-ABouDxCsKY/s72-c/michaelmas.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166980095898893454.post-3088657262081119998</id><published>2008-08-10T12:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T12:51:59.743-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/SJ8b-dCfISI/AAAAAAAAAD4/OxILrb56Hiw/s1600-h/michaelmas2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/SJ8b-dCfISI/AAAAAAAAAD4/OxILrb56Hiw/s320/michaelmas2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232932051788701986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how much anybody knows about Waldorf, but I did this for a news thing that comes out every week and they needed a picture Michael and the Dragon. This is the second one I made.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166980095898893454-3088657262081119998?l=immortallands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/feeds/3088657262081119998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166980095898893454&amp;postID=3088657262081119998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/3088657262081119998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/3088657262081119998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-dont-know-how-much-anybody-knows.html' title=''/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15275799767541624003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ByteE-DD-4/TiICoKA0xDI/AAAAAAAAAWY/rZcb-h7zoqo/s220/22048_1306873961384_1516617117_827801_1150607_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/SJ8b-dCfISI/AAAAAAAAAD4/OxILrb56Hiw/s72-c/michaelmas2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166980095898893454.post-2682559932965437367</id><published>2008-08-10T12:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T12:39:08.082-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/SJ8Zp6VULBI/AAAAAAAAADg/795u1WlXcaI/s1600-h/meditate2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/SJ8Zp6VULBI/AAAAAAAAADg/795u1WlXcaI/s320/meditate2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232929499851795474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166980095898893454-2682559932965437367?l=immortallands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/feeds/2682559932965437367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166980095898893454&amp;postID=2682559932965437367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/2682559932965437367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/2682559932965437367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15275799767541624003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ByteE-DD-4/TiICoKA0xDI/AAAAAAAAAWY/rZcb-h7zoqo/s220/22048_1306873961384_1516617117_827801_1150607_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/SJ8Zp6VULBI/AAAAAAAAADg/795u1WlXcaI/s72-c/meditate2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166980095898893454.post-6462841792122965449</id><published>2008-08-10T12:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T12:38:18.050-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/SJ8Y8Q0wxlI/AAAAAAAAADY/VezggY4ZTIE/s1600-h/the+purple+neether+tree.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/SJ8Y8Q0wxlI/AAAAAAAAADY/VezggY4ZTIE/s320/the+purple+neether+tree.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232928715615290962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a tree in a dream world. I had a dream with this tree in it and so I made it. It doesn't look exactly look like the one in my dream, but it's close.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166980095898893454-6462841792122965449?l=immortallands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/feeds/6462841792122965449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166980095898893454&amp;postID=6462841792122965449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/6462841792122965449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/6462841792122965449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-is-tree-in-dream-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15275799767541624003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ByteE-DD-4/TiICoKA0xDI/AAAAAAAAAWY/rZcb-h7zoqo/s220/22048_1306873961384_1516617117_827801_1150607_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/SJ8Y8Q0wxlI/AAAAAAAAADY/VezggY4ZTIE/s72-c/the+purple+neether+tree.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166980095898893454.post-8513718579446155469</id><published>2008-08-10T12:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T12:31:48.477-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/SJ8W511eipI/AAAAAAAAADQ/iI09-5Ae0uQ/s1600-h/the+vampire%27s+reflection+copy.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/SJ8W511eipI/AAAAAAAAADQ/iI09-5Ae0uQ/s320/the+vampire%27s+reflection+copy.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232926474987539090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this is a gruesome image, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;This is what vampires really look like in my story, but they cloud their true forms with magic and our unwillingness to see the truth. Only a mirror can show their true form, but you have to be willing to see the truth. Often people see only the reflection of the vampire's spell, those who know that there are vampires see nothing at all but vampires see themselves for what they are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166980095898893454-8513718579446155469?l=immortallands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/feeds/8513718579446155469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166980095898893454&amp;postID=8513718579446155469' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/8513718579446155469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/8513718579446155469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/2008/08/okay-this-is-gruesome-image-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15275799767541624003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ByteE-DD-4/TiICoKA0xDI/AAAAAAAAAWY/rZcb-h7zoqo/s220/22048_1306873961384_1516617117_827801_1150607_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/SJ8W511eipI/AAAAAAAAADQ/iI09-5Ae0uQ/s72-c/the+vampire%27s+reflection+copy.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166980095898893454.post-3475508896245990460</id><published>2008-08-10T12:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T12:26:00.047-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/SJ8WEfKm2hI/AAAAAAAAADI/NbcgHWs_X8E/s1600-h/The+Countess+and+the+Count+copy.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/SJ8WEfKm2hI/AAAAAAAAADI/NbcgHWs_X8E/s320/The+Countess+and+the+Count+copy.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232925558369081874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Count held the Countess close to him, whispering the dark secrets of the vampire lords. Telling her of the knight named Gabriel and how he holds the key to the continuation of the Family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166980095898893454-3475508896245990460?l=immortallands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/feeds/3475508896245990460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166980095898893454&amp;postID=3475508896245990460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/3475508896245990460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/3475508896245990460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/2008/08/count-held-countess-close-to-him.html' title=''/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15275799767541624003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ByteE-DD-4/TiICoKA0xDI/AAAAAAAAAWY/rZcb-h7zoqo/s220/22048_1306873961384_1516617117_827801_1150607_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/SJ8WEfKm2hI/AAAAAAAAADI/NbcgHWs_X8E/s72-c/The+Countess+and+the+Count+copy.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166980095898893454.post-473748968393858848</id><published>2008-08-10T12:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T12:22:09.495-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/SJ8VZVjnGgI/AAAAAAAAADA/5vwJdyWF91o/s1600-h/Polar+over+New+York.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/SJ8VZVjnGgI/AAAAAAAAADA/5vwJdyWF91o/s320/Polar+over+New+York.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232924817055226370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Polar over New York. I found a picture of New York on the internet and drew Polar onto it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166980095898893454-473748968393858848?l=immortallands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/feeds/473748968393858848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166980095898893454&amp;postID=473748968393858848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/473748968393858848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/473748968393858848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/2008/08/here-is-polar-over-new-york.html' title=''/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15275799767541624003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ByteE-DD-4/TiICoKA0xDI/AAAAAAAAAWY/rZcb-h7zoqo/s220/22048_1306873961384_1516617117_827801_1150607_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/SJ8VZVjnGgI/AAAAAAAAADA/5vwJdyWF91o/s72-c/Polar+over+New+York.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166980095898893454.post-8539115004660419346</id><published>2008-07-27T22:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T22:52:34.949-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/SI0zkovt5QI/AAAAAAAAACw/-ov-k_MLmxI/s1600-h/Gabriel+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227891446952879362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/SI0zkovt5QI/AAAAAAAAACw/-ov-k_MLmxI/s400/Gabriel+2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Gabriel. He is the last of the Medici Household. He is a vampire and he is a character in a story that I am working on. He didn't have a soul until some monks got ahold of him and gave him one. So now he is having trouble killing people and drinking their blood for he once was a knight before he was turned into a vampire.&lt;br /&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/166980095898893454-8539115004660419346?l=immortallands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/feeds/8539115004660419346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166980095898893454&amp;postID=8539115004660419346' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/8539115004660419346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/8539115004660419346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-is-gabriel.html' title=''/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15275799767541624003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ByteE-DD-4/TiICoKA0xDI/AAAAAAAAAWY/rZcb-h7zoqo/s220/22048_1306873961384_1516617117_827801_1150607_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/SI0zkovt5QI/AAAAAAAAACw/-ov-k_MLmxI/s72-c/Gabriel+2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166980095898893454.post-8416661327197413741</id><published>2008-07-27T15:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T15:30:29.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/SIzMMNAAN-I/AAAAAAAAAB8/dS8sutZ2k9w/s1600-h/The+Lost+Harpy.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/SIzMMNAAN-I/AAAAAAAAAB8/dS8sutZ2k9w/s400/The+Lost+Harpy.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227777777490474978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The latest of the Mask series. This harpy was once human, but she made a packed with a demon and now she has found the consequences. She will burn anyone who sees her face. She has great power and none will dare to face her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166980095898893454-8416661327197413741?l=immortallands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/feeds/8416661327197413741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166980095898893454&amp;postID=8416661327197413741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/8416661327197413741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/8416661327197413741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/2008/07/latest-of-mask-series.html' title=''/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15275799767541624003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ByteE-DD-4/TiICoKA0xDI/AAAAAAAAAWY/rZcb-h7zoqo/s220/22048_1306873961384_1516617117_827801_1150607_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/SIzMMNAAN-I/AAAAAAAAAB8/dS8sutZ2k9w/s72-c/The+Lost+Harpy.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166980095898893454.post-7325132139689660130</id><published>2008-07-27T15:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T15:26:03.223-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/SIzLmaj1hKI/AAAAAAAAAB0/8LksGF1bJgU/s1600-h/Ken.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/SIzLmaj1hKI/AAAAAAAAAB0/8LksGF1bJgU/s320/Ken.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227777128295400610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Ken. He is grumpy. I like the style that I chose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166980095898893454-7325132139689660130?l=immortallands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/feeds/7325132139689660130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166980095898893454&amp;postID=7325132139689660130' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/7325132139689660130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/7325132139689660130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-is-ken.html' title=''/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15275799767541624003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ByteE-DD-4/TiICoKA0xDI/AAAAAAAAAWY/rZcb-h7zoqo/s220/22048_1306873961384_1516617117_827801_1150607_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/SIzLmaj1hKI/AAAAAAAAAB0/8LksGF1bJgU/s72-c/Ken.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166980095898893454.post-9171666492793333983</id><published>2008-07-27T15:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T15:24:32.438-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/SIzLTxgQ6FI/AAAAAAAAABs/Hc85ys2u6KE/s1600-h/Night+Elf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/SIzLTxgQ6FI/AAAAAAAAABs/Hc85ys2u6KE/s320/Night+Elf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227776808036919378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The results of lots of WOW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166980095898893454-9171666492793333983?l=immortallands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/feeds/9171666492793333983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166980095898893454&amp;postID=9171666492793333983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/9171666492793333983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/9171666492793333983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/2008/07/results-of-lots-of-wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15275799767541624003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ByteE-DD-4/TiICoKA0xDI/AAAAAAAAAWY/rZcb-h7zoqo/s220/22048_1306873961384_1516617117_827801_1150607_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/SIzLTxgQ6FI/AAAAAAAAABs/Hc85ys2u6KE/s72-c/Night+Elf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166980095898893454.post-1814105743439895682</id><published>2008-07-27T15:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T15:23:28.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/SIzKj_1bhlI/AAAAAAAAABk/fGbPou6NESY/s1600-h/the+reaping+copy.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/SIzKj_1bhlI/AAAAAAAAABk/fGbPou6NESY/s320/the+reaping+copy.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227775987250071122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masked death and his staff. He is darkness and light. He holds the key to the Passage to the Other Side that only the souls may pass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166980095898893454-1814105743439895682?l=immortallands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/feeds/1814105743439895682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166980095898893454&amp;postID=1814105743439895682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/1814105743439895682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/1814105743439895682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/2008/07/masked-death-and-his-staff.html' title=''/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15275799767541624003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ByteE-DD-4/TiICoKA0xDI/AAAAAAAAAWY/rZcb-h7zoqo/s220/22048_1306873961384_1516617117_827801_1150607_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/SIzKj_1bhlI/AAAAAAAAABk/fGbPou6NESY/s72-c/the+reaping+copy.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166980095898893454.post-4913095412151163867</id><published>2008-07-27T15:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T15:19:14.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/SIzJwBCULPI/AAAAAAAAABc/Eh5nO4l8ebQ/s1600-h/sacrifise.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/SIzJwBCULPI/AAAAAAAAABc/Eh5nO4l8ebQ/s400/sacrifise.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227775094219353330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She is to be sacrificed to the demons of Nether and her soul will be trapped within the blade, making it faster and stronger than that of any other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166980095898893454-4913095412151163867?l=immortallands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/feeds/4913095412151163867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166980095898893454&amp;postID=4913095412151163867' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/4913095412151163867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/4913095412151163867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/2008/07/she-is-to-be-sacrificed-to-demons-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15275799767541624003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ByteE-DD-4/TiICoKA0xDI/AAAAAAAAAWY/rZcb-h7zoqo/s220/22048_1306873961384_1516617117_827801_1150607_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/SIzJwBCULPI/AAAAAAAAABc/Eh5nO4l8ebQ/s72-c/sacrifise.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166980095898893454.post-4257016492729841265</id><published>2008-07-27T15:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T15:16:15.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/SIzIrvFsaWI/AAAAAAAAABU/JWqTfvZwZsk/s1600-h/Mermaid.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/SIzIrvFsaWI/AAAAAAAAABU/JWqTfvZwZsk/s320/Mermaid.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227773921170581858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blue water's rhythm&lt;br /&gt;Makes the mermaid dance&lt;br /&gt;She laughs with joy!&lt;br /&gt;The sailor's intrance&lt;br /&gt;Makes her run, for afeared&lt;br /&gt;That the man steal her&lt;br /&gt;From the blue water's depths&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166980095898893454-4257016492729841265?l=immortallands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/feeds/4257016492729841265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166980095898893454&amp;postID=4257016492729841265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/4257016492729841265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/4257016492729841265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/2008/07/blue-waters-rhythm-makes-mermaid-dance.html' title=''/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15275799767541624003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ByteE-DD-4/TiICoKA0xDI/AAAAAAAAAWY/rZcb-h7zoqo/s220/22048_1306873961384_1516617117_827801_1150607_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/SIzIrvFsaWI/AAAAAAAAABU/JWqTfvZwZsk/s72-c/Mermaid.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166980095898893454.post-8188755643927284360</id><published>2008-07-27T15:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T15:10:22.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/SIzHmeoHtcI/AAAAAAAAABM/Ll96CInxJ5k/s1600-h/Polar.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/SIzHmeoHtcI/AAAAAAAAABM/Ll96CInxJ5k/s320/Polar.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227772731340600770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Polar, he has magnetic control and has decided to use his powers for good and I am sure he's throwing those cars at some really evil bad guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166980095898893454-8188755643927284360?l=immortallands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/feeds/8188755643927284360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166980095898893454&amp;postID=8188755643927284360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/8188755643927284360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/8188755643927284360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-polar-he-has-magnetic-control-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15275799767541624003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ByteE-DD-4/TiICoKA0xDI/AAAAAAAAAWY/rZcb-h7zoqo/s220/22048_1306873961384_1516617117_827801_1150607_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/SIzHmeoHtcI/AAAAAAAAABM/Ll96CInxJ5k/s72-c/Polar.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166980095898893454.post-4216994932384161188</id><published>2008-07-27T15:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T15:05:31.364-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/SIzGuM330NI/AAAAAAAAABE/rDqSlrmc110/s1600-h/Flyboard+copy.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/SIzGuM330NI/AAAAAAAAABE/rDqSlrmc110/s320/Flyboard+copy.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227771764502155474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This young man has the ability to control metal, and he likes surfing. The combination is this image.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166980095898893454-4216994932384161188?l=immortallands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/feeds/4216994932384161188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166980095898893454&amp;postID=4216994932384161188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/4216994932384161188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/4216994932384161188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-young-man-has-ability-to-control.html' title=''/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15275799767541624003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ByteE-DD-4/TiICoKA0xDI/AAAAAAAAAWY/rZcb-h7zoqo/s220/22048_1306873961384_1516617117_827801_1150607_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/SIzGuM330NI/AAAAAAAAABE/rDqSlrmc110/s72-c/Flyboard+copy.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166980095898893454.post-3502696254736790286</id><published>2008-07-27T14:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T15:03:38.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairy Dust</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/SIzF4TK1unI/AAAAAAAAAA8/thQDv6T3Vds/s1600-h/farie2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/SIzF4TK1unI/AAAAAAAAAA8/thQDv6T3Vds/s320/farie2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227770838479387250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe and you will see&lt;br /&gt;The fluttering of faeries&lt;br /&gt;A kiss on the nose and you'll be free&lt;br /&gt;Come and follow the faeries.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166980095898893454-3502696254736790286?l=immortallands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/feeds/3502696254736790286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166980095898893454&amp;postID=3502696254736790286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/3502696254736790286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/3502696254736790286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/2008/07/fairy-dust.html' title='Fairy Dust'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15275799767541624003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ByteE-DD-4/TiICoKA0xDI/AAAAAAAAAWY/rZcb-h7zoqo/s220/22048_1306873961384_1516617117_827801_1150607_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/SIzF4TK1unI/AAAAAAAAAA8/thQDv6T3Vds/s72-c/farie2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166980095898893454.post-1421037641381027949</id><published>2008-07-27T14:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T14:59:54.255-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/SIzFU7b6T5I/AAAAAAAAAA0/quFepaLwj9w/s1600-h/DarkAngel.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/SIzFU7b6T5I/AAAAAAAAAA0/quFepaLwj9w/s320/DarkAngel.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227770230813118354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second of the Mask series. She will steal your soul away if you see her face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166980095898893454-1421037641381027949?l=immortallands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/feeds/1421037641381027949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166980095898893454&amp;postID=1421037641381027949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/1421037641381027949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/1421037641381027949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/2008/07/second-of-mask-series.html' title=''/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15275799767541624003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ByteE-DD-4/TiICoKA0xDI/AAAAAAAAAWY/rZcb-h7zoqo/s220/22048_1306873961384_1516617117_827801_1150607_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/SIzFU7b6T5I/AAAAAAAAAA0/quFepaLwj9w/s72-c/DarkAngel.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166980095898893454.post-6047058742964023790</id><published>2008-07-27T14:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T14:57:30.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/SIzEuCiau7I/AAAAAAAAAAs/-fRonyuq0mk/s1600-h/Dark+Purple.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/SIzEuCiau7I/AAAAAAAAAAs/-fRonyuq0mk/s320/Dark+Purple.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227769562704559026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my purple girl, me playing with the lighting and practicing hair.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/SIzEuCiau7I/AAAAAAAAAAs/-fRonyuq0mk/s1600-h/Dark+Purple.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166980095898893454-6047058742964023790?l=immortallands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/feeds/6047058742964023790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166980095898893454&amp;postID=6047058742964023790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/6047058742964023790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/6047058742964023790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-is-my-purple-girl-me-playing-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15275799767541624003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ByteE-DD-4/TiICoKA0xDI/AAAAAAAAAWY/rZcb-h7zoqo/s220/22048_1306873961384_1516617117_827801_1150607_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/SIzEuCiau7I/AAAAAAAAAAs/-fRonyuq0mk/s72-c/Dark+Purple.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166980095898893454.post-7267325209762744716</id><published>2008-07-27T14:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T14:54:13.885-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/SIzD9Dc0JsI/AAAAAAAAAAk/nmCtyGDQxXI/s1600-h/Bubbleman.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/SIzD9Dc0JsI/AAAAAAAAAAk/nmCtyGDQxXI/s320/Bubbleman.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227768721135904450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bubble Man!&lt;br /&gt;I made him while I was playing with Photoshop, checking out the brushes and all that jazz. Here ya go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166980095898893454-7267325209762744716?l=immortallands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/feeds/7267325209762744716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166980095898893454&amp;postID=7267325209762744716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/7267325209762744716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/7267325209762744716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/2008/07/bubble-man-i-made-him-while-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15275799767541624003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ByteE-DD-4/TiICoKA0xDI/AAAAAAAAAWY/rZcb-h7zoqo/s220/22048_1306873961384_1516617117_827801_1150607_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/SIzD9Dc0JsI/AAAAAAAAAAk/nmCtyGDQxXI/s72-c/Bubbleman.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166980095898893454.post-3018136196027462826</id><published>2008-07-27T14:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T14:51:26.139-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angel'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/SIzDRxNe7UI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KIR7xrA7VEM/s1600-h/Angel.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/SIzDRxNe7UI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KIR7xrA7VEM/s320/Angel.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227767977505385794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an angel or some goddess of beauty. I was looking at Greek and Roman sculptures that day and so I became inspired to make her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166980095898893454-3018136196027462826?l=immortallands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/feeds/3018136196027462826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166980095898893454&amp;postID=3018136196027462826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/3018136196027462826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/3018136196027462826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-is-angel-or-some-goddess-of-beauty.html' title=''/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15275799767541624003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ByteE-DD-4/TiICoKA0xDI/AAAAAAAAAWY/rZcb-h7zoqo/s220/22048_1306873961384_1516617117_827801_1150607_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/SIzDRxNe7UI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KIR7xrA7VEM/s72-c/Angel.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166980095898893454.post-975601627213758613</id><published>2008-07-27T14:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T14:48:39.408-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/SIzCm32mfYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AlFiL6kTpz4/s1600-h/and+she+reached+to+kiss+the+frog....bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/SIzCm32mfYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AlFiL6kTpz4/s320/and+she+reached+to+kiss+the+frog....bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227767240554085762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This frog person is the one of the first of my Mask series. He wears the mask because his face is so horrific, that turns anything living to stone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166980095898893454-975601627213758613?l=immortallands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/feeds/975601627213758613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166980095898893454&amp;postID=975601627213758613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/975601627213758613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/975601627213758613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-frog-person-is-one-of-first-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15275799767541624003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ByteE-DD-4/TiICoKA0xDI/AAAAAAAAAWY/rZcb-h7zoqo/s220/22048_1306873961384_1516617117_827801_1150607_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/SIzCm32mfYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AlFiL6kTpz4/s72-c/and+she+reached+to+kiss+the+frog....bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166980095898893454.post-5558728478087758434</id><published>2008-07-27T14:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T14:44:40.454-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asian Man'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/SIzB6wtm-tI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ULLANWFXIng/s1600-h/asian+copy.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/SIzB6wtm-tI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ULLANWFXIng/s320/asian+copy.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227766482723076818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I created this fellow awhile ago. Yeah, I was bored and I tried to doodle a character that my brother made for a game, but he didn't like it &lt;sigh&gt;. Well here he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/sigh&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166980095898893454-5558728478087758434?l=immortallands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/feeds/5558728478087758434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166980095898893454&amp;postID=5558728478087758434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/5558728478087758434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/5558728478087758434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-created-this-fellow-awhile-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15275799767541624003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ByteE-DD-4/TiICoKA0xDI/AAAAAAAAAWY/rZcb-h7zoqo/s220/22048_1306873961384_1516617117_827801_1150607_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dhrj7EkEEdk/SIzB6wtm-tI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ULLANWFXIng/s72-c/asian+copy.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166980095898893454.post-8042856255252295695</id><published>2008-07-27T14:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T14:36:56.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Art</title><content type='html'>My name is Alex Wiley, and I draw constantly. Recently, I have been using a Wacom tablet to draw things directly onto the screen. You can scroll down and look at the things that I drew.&lt;br /&gt;I like fantasy, superheroes and science fiction, and so that is what I often draw. I will be updating this sight often by adding pictures and maybe some writing. Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166980095898893454-8042856255252295695?l=immortallands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/feeds/8042856255252295695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166980095898893454&amp;postID=8042856255252295695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/8042856255252295695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166980095898893454/posts/default/8042856255252295695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortallands.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-art.html' title='My Art'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15275799767541624003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ByteE-DD-4/TiICoKA0xDI/AAAAAAAAAWY/rZcb-h7zoqo/s220/22048_1306873961384_1516617117_827801_1150607_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
