<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244541327879995615</id><updated>2011-12-12T12:27:43.755-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Little Ditties</title><subtitle type='html'>Superficiality fueling booze-addled lunatic ravings.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettylittleditties.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3244541327879995615/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettylittleditties.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>David S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15736800425532199090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ohF98GNjHEg/StuUO1-VswI/AAAAAAAAAAY/gA5OXQXjHSM/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244541327879995615.post-6742204737960289673</id><published>2010-06-02T22:09:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T11:42:07.444-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The TTC</title><content type='html'>Sweat beaded off Harry’s brow. His hands were shaking, but only slightly. His heart pumped adrenaline. He grabbed the gun and made a go for it. The voice in his head was clear and unflinching:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is it, no turning back. Fuck everyone that stands in my way, and if I go down, they’re sure as shit coming with me&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Lazy ass motherfuckers... it’s time someone makes a stand against incompetence and indifference in this city&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem was that the gun was empty. Harry didn’t know it. Upon buying the gun and ammunition earlier in the day, Harry went back to his apartment and gleefully played with the weapon for hours, jumping around corners and blasting imaginary enemies in training for his destiny. In his frolic, he forgot to load the 9mm FMJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His plan was to murder every public&amp;nbsp;transit employee&amp;nbsp;he could find in a blood soaked frenzy. The cops picked him up handily within ten minutes; no one was harmed. Upon his release from prison, he purchased a bus pass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244541327879995615-6742204737960289673?l=prettylittleditties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettylittleditties.blogspot.com/feeds/6742204737960289673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettylittleditties.blogspot.com/2010/06/ttc.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3244541327879995615/posts/default/6742204737960289673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3244541327879995615/posts/default/6742204737960289673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettylittleditties.blogspot.com/2010/06/ttc.html' title='The TTC'/><author><name>David S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15736800425532199090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ohF98GNjHEg/StuUO1-VswI/AAAAAAAAAAY/gA5OXQXjHSM/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244541327879995615.post-7042647578707168270</id><published>2010-05-06T15:53:00.016-04:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T15:49:54.557-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mirrored Progression</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Steve&lt;/strong&gt; says: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Gary, you're a gay right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gary&lt;/strong&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"... No man, I'm straight.&lt;br /&gt;Dudes are definitely not attractive to me, at all.&lt;br /&gt;Well, they can be attractive but I wouldn't do stuff with them.&lt;br /&gt;I mean,&amp;nbsp;er..., I guess if a girl was there, I'd consider a double team.&lt;br /&gt;Or if the dude was &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; feminine, I might be down. Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;Like, some dudes are really attractive, for sure.&lt;br /&gt;... Yeah man, I'm gay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gary&lt;/strong&gt; stops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's cool, I&amp;nbsp;really thought so"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:says &lt;strong&gt;Steve&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244541327879995615-7042647578707168270?l=prettylittleditties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettylittleditties.blogspot.com/feeds/7042647578707168270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettylittleditties.blogspot.com/2010/05/linear-progression.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3244541327879995615/posts/default/7042647578707168270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3244541327879995615/posts/default/7042647578707168270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettylittleditties.blogspot.com/2010/05/linear-progression.html' title='Mirrored Progression'/><author><name>David S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15736800425532199090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ohF98GNjHEg/StuUO1-VswI/AAAAAAAAAAY/gA5OXQXjHSM/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244541327879995615.post-1173936425381310982</id><published>2010-04-20T23:24:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T22:39:25.447-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Zombies!</title><content type='html'>It's no secret this world is in need of a good zombie invasion - do I dare say, even an apocalypse? This would accomplish two objectives: solve the problem of overpopulation, and&amp;nbsp;allow the survivors to spend their days having an absolute BLAST. ...unless of course you're surrounded, beaten, and&amp;nbsp;slowly&amp;nbsp;eaten alive by flesh-eating zombies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who hasn't dreamt of ditching the mundanity of everyday life in favour of a simpler and&amp;nbsp;happier existence? Driven by&amp;nbsp;the bonds of family, friendship,&amp;nbsp;camaraderie, and our love for Hollywood movies, our&amp;nbsp;daily routine would&amp;nbsp;be&amp;nbsp;decidedly&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;spiced up&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;with the&amp;nbsp;thrill&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;of bashing in the heads of undead punks. Mowing down&amp;nbsp;WAVE AFTER WAVE of mindless evil! Which caliber rifle would you pick?&amp;nbsp;Don't feel bad about killing zombies; though&amp;nbsp;they were once reasonable&amp;nbsp;human beings, they're a lot meaner. Flesh eaters! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe heaven is&amp;nbsp;the zombie apocalypse with unlimited ammo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244541327879995615-1173936425381310982?l=prettylittleditties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettylittleditties.blogspot.com/feeds/1173936425381310982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettylittleditties.blogspot.com/2010/04/zombies.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3244541327879995615/posts/default/1173936425381310982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3244541327879995615/posts/default/1173936425381310982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettylittleditties.blogspot.com/2010/04/zombies.html' title='Zombies!'/><author><name>David S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15736800425532199090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ohF98GNjHEg/StuUO1-VswI/AAAAAAAAAAY/gA5OXQXjHSM/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244541327879995615.post-5332633700203402837</id><published>2010-04-20T22:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T23:53:23.889-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Modest Proposal</title><content type='html'>ROBOTS DON'T NEED LOVE. THEY ARE MECHANICAL DRONES DESIGNED TO DO OUR BIDDING. THEY SHOULD ALL BE ENSLAVED FOR OUR OWN COMFORT AND AMUSEMENT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244541327879995615-5332633700203402837?l=prettylittleditties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettylittleditties.blogspot.com/feeds/5332633700203402837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettylittleditties.blogspot.com/2010/04/bots.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3244541327879995615/posts/default/5332633700203402837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3244541327879995615/posts/default/5332633700203402837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettylittleditties.blogspot.com/2010/04/bots.html' title='A Modest Proposal'/><author><name>David S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15736800425532199090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ohF98GNjHEg/StuUO1-VswI/AAAAAAAAAAY/gA5OXQXjHSM/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
