<?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-8220225</id><updated>2011-06-16T16:43:17.612-05:00</updated><title type='text'>                                          DEADLINES</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadlines-akadeadpoolspeaks-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8220225/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadlines-akadeadpoolspeaks-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Deadpool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03355090027887650699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUp1VeouW9M/SYbaeFdP0LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/b1xLwD7alpA/S220/Me!+Just+Chillin.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8220225.post-4566225233800323351</id><published>2010-01-09T23:38:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T23:38:37.361-06:00</updated><title type='text'>.com -- Friend request from entil_zha_council@yahoo.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border:1px solid #3666CA;padding-bottom:6px;font-family:Verdana;width:700px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:right;font-size:13px;padding:0px 3px 3px 0px;"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" style="font-weight:bold;text-decoration:none;color:#00f;" href="http://www.myyearbook.com/?mysession=dW5zdWJzY3JpYmVfbm9ubWVtYmVydW5zdWJzY3JpYmUmZW09ZW50aWx6aGExOTc5LmRlYWRsaW5lc0BibG9nZ2VyLmNvbSZlbWM9MjNiYjYyYWNhNzc0NDdjZGQwYTk0MDk3NDNiMzY2YmMmdHQ9aW52aXRlX3JlY2lwaWVudF9mbmFtZSZ0ZT11bnN1YnNjcmliZSZ1dWlkPTY3YWE5YWE0LTdhN2EtNTY5MC0wNDAyLTM1ZDFjOTBmYmQyNw=="&gt;Block myYearbook Email&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#888"&gt; 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" style="font-weight:bold;color:#00f;text-decoration:none;font-size:11px;" href="http://www.myyearbook.com/?mysession=cmVnaXN0cmF0aW9uX3Byb2ZpbGUmdXNlcmlkPTk1MjQ1NDEmdHQ9aW52aXRlX3JlY2lwaWVudF9mbmFtZSZ0ZT1jbGlja2VkJnV1aWQ9NjdhYTlhYTQtN2E3YS01NjkwLTA0MDItMzVkMWM5MGZiZDI3"&gt;Vincent Clay&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;font-size:11px;"&gt;30&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size:9px;"&gt;Missouri&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" valign="top"&gt;&lt;div style="margin:auto;padding:5px;padding-top:10px;text-align:center;font-size:18px;font-weight:bold;"&gt; Is Vincent your Friend? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin:auto;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellspacing="7" cellpadding="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" style="border:none !important;" href="http://www.myyearbook.com/?mysession=cmVnaXN0cmF0aW9uX3JlZ2lzdHJhdGlvbiZ1aWQ9OTUyNDU0MSZpaWQ9Mjk5MDAzMzQ2JmZyb209ZW1haWwmdHQ9aW52aXRlX3JlY2lwaWVudF9mbmFtZSZ0ZT15ZXMmdXVpZD02N2FhOWFhNC03YTdhLTU2OTAtMDQwMi0zNWQxYzkwZmJkMjc="&gt;&lt;img width="93" height="37" alt="myYearbook friend request yes" style="margin:auto;padding:5px;border:none;" src="http://assets.myyearbook.com/add_friend_btn_yes.gif"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" style="border:none !important;" href="http://www.myyearbook.com/?mysession=cmVnaXN0cmF0aW9uX3JlZ2lzdHJhdGlvbiZ1aWQ9OTUyNDU0MSZpaWQ9Mjk5MDAzMzQ2JmRlY2xpbmU9dHJ1ZSZmcm9tPWVtYWlsJnR0PWludml0ZV9yZWNpcGllbnRfZm5hbWUmdGU9bm8mdXVpZD02N2FhOWFhNC03YTdhLTU2OTAtMDQwMi0zNWQxYzkwZmJkMjc="&gt;&lt;img width="93" height="37" alt="myYearbook friend request no" style="margin:auto;padding:5px;border:none;" src="http://assets.myyearbook.com/add_friend_btn_no.gif"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin:auto;padding:5px;padding-top:5px;text-align:center;font-size:12px;"&gt; Click &lt;strong&gt;YES&lt;/strong&gt; to view Vincent's Yearbook Profile and Photos! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border:1px solid #CCC;padding:5px;margin-left:10px;margin-right:10px;background-color:#FFF;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;div style="padding:5px;text-align:center;font-size:14px;font-weight:bold;color:#3399CC"&gt;What are people saying about myYearbook?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding:5px;text-align:center;font-size:13px; color:#3399CC"&gt;"The Best Place to Meet New People!" - Chasity, 29&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding:5px;text-align:center;font-size:13px;color:#3399CC"&gt;"I met the love of my life here." - Addison, 16&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding:5px;text-align:center;font-size:13px;color:#3399CC"&gt;"I met my soulmate on myYearbook." - Mike, 33&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding:5px;text-align:center;font-size:13px;color:#3399CC"&gt;"I met my fiancee on myYearbook!!" - Joanna, 25&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding:5px;text-align:center;font-size:13px;color:#3399CC"&gt;"I met my best friend here." - April, 30&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding:5px;text-align:center;font-size:13px;color:#3399CC"&gt;"It's the biggest party in the world!" - Hannah, 16&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both;"&gt; 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" style="font-weight:bold;color:#00f;text-decoration:none;font-size:11px;" href="http://www.myyearbook.com/?mysession=cmVnaXN0cmF0aW9uX3Byb2ZpbGUmdXNlcmlkPTk1MjQ1NDEmdHQ9aW52aXRlX251ZSZ0ZT1jbGlja2VkJnV1aWQ9OTdmNTk3MjEtODRhNS05ZDQyLWJlM2UtYTlkNmU4NGY5N2Zh"&gt;Vincent Clay&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;font-size:11px;"&gt;30&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size:9px;"&gt;Missouri&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" valign="top"&gt;&lt;div style="margin:auto;padding:5px;padding-top:10px;text-align:center;font-size:18px;font-weight:bold;"&gt; Is Vincent your Friend? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin:auto;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellspacing="7" cellpadding="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" style="border:none !important;" href="http://www.myyearbook.com/?mysession=cmVnaXN0cmF0aW9uX3JlZ2lzdHJhdGlvbiZ1aWQ9OTUyNDU0MSZpaWQ9Mjk2MzE4MTM0JmZyb209ZW1haWwmdHQ9aW52aXRlX251ZSZ0ZT15ZXMmdXVpZD05N2Y1OTcyMS04NGE1LTlkNDItYmUzZS1hOWQ2ZTg0Zjk3ZmE="&gt;&lt;img width="93" height="37" alt="myYearbook friend request yes" style="margin:auto;padding:5px;border:none;" src="http://assets.myyearbook.com/add_friend_btn_yes.gif"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" style="border:none !important;" href="http://www.myyearbook.com/?mysession=cmVnaXN0cmF0aW9uX3JlZ2lzdHJhdGlvbiZ1aWQ9OTUyNDU0MSZpaWQ9Mjk2MzE4MTM0JmRlY2xpbmU9dHJ1ZSZmcm9tPWVtYWlsJnR0PWludml0ZV9udWUmdGU9bm8mdXVpZD05N2Y1OTcyMS04NGE1LTlkNDItYmUzZS1hOWQ2ZTg0Zjk3ZmE="&gt;&lt;img width="93" height="37" alt="myYearbook friend request no" style="margin:auto;padding:5px;border:none;" src="http://assets.myyearbook.com/add_friend_btn_no.gif"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin:auto;padding:5px;padding-top:5px;text-align:center;font-size:12px;"&gt; Click &lt;strong&gt;YES&lt;/strong&gt; to view Vincent's Yearbook Profile and Photos! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border:1px solid #CCC;padding:5px;margin-left:10px;margin-right:10px;background-color:#FFF;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;div style="padding:5px;text-align:center;font-size:14px;font-weight:bold;color:#3399CC"&gt;What are people saying about myYearbook?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding:5px;text-align:center;font-size:13px; color:#3399CC"&gt;"The Best Place to Meet New People!" - Chasity, 29&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding:5px;text-align:center;font-size:13px;color:#3399CC"&gt;"I met the love of my life here." - Addison, 16&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding:5px;text-align:center;font-size:13px;color:#3399CC"&gt;"I met my soulmate on myYearbook." - Mike, 33&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding:5px;text-align:center;font-size:13px;color:#3399CC"&gt;"I met my fiancee on myYearbook!!" - Joanna, 25&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding:5px;text-align:center;font-size:13px;color:#3399CC"&gt;"I met my best friend here." - April, 30&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding:5px;text-align:center;font-size:13px;color:#3399CC"&gt;"It's the biggest party in the world!" - Hannah, 16&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;font-size:9px;"&gt;&lt;div style="color:#666;"&gt;The myYearbook Team&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color:#666;"&gt;myYearbook - You've Got Friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color:#666;"&gt;280 Union Square Dr., New Hope, PA, 18938&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;padding:3px;font-family:Verdana;width:700px;"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" style="font-weight:bold;font-size:12px;color:#00f;text-decoration:none;" href="http://www.myyearbook.com/?mysession=dW5zdWJzY3JpYmVfbm9ubWVtYmVydW5zdWJzY3JpYmUmZW09ZW50aWx6aGExOTc5LmRlYWRsaW5lc0BibG9nZ2VyLmNvbSZlbWM9MjNiYjYyYWNhNzc0NDdjZGQwYTk0MDk3NDNiMzY2YmMmdHQ9aW52aXRlX251ZSZ0ZT11bnN1YnNjcmliZSZ1dWlkPTk3ZjU5NzIxLTg0YTUtOWQ0Mi1iZTNlLWE5ZDZlODRmOTdmYQ=="&gt;Block myYearbook Email&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img width="10" height="1" alt="Open" border="0" src="http://www.myyearbook.com/ajax/singlepixel.php?tt=invite_nue&amp;amp;te=opened&amp;amp;uuid=97f59721-84a5-9d42-be3e-a9d6e84f97fa"/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8220225-7820587685737731988?l=deadlines-akadeadpoolspeaks-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadlines-akadeadpoolspeaks-.blogspot.com/feeds/7820587685737731988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8220225&amp;postID=7820587685737731988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8220225/posts/default/7820587685737731988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8220225/posts/default/7820587685737731988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadlines-akadeadpoolspeaks-.blogspot.com/2009/12/friend-request-from-vincent.html' title='Friend request from Vincent'/><author><name>Deadpool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03355090027887650699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUp1VeouW9M/SYbaeFdP0LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/b1xLwD7alpA/S220/Me!+Just+Chillin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8220225.post-114397766574575481</id><published>2006-04-02T06:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T06:36:59.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Auras</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="previewbody" style="DISPLAY: block"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;This is the color of my aura and the explanation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://images.quizilla.com/P/punknames/1041060450_resredaura.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My aura shines Red!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizilla.com/users/punknames/quizzes/What%20Color%20Is%20Your%20Aura?"&gt;What Color is your Aura?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ran into this on a friend's blog, thought it was interesting, what do you think?&lt;/span&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/8220225-114397766574575481?l=deadlines-akadeadpoolspeaks-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.quizilla.com/users/punknames/quizzes/What%20Color%20Is%20Your%20Aura?' title='Auras'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadlines-akadeadpoolspeaks-.blogspot.com/feeds/114397766574575481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8220225&amp;postID=114397766574575481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8220225/posts/default/114397766574575481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8220225/posts/default/114397766574575481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadlines-akadeadpoolspeaks-.blogspot.com/2006/04/auras_114397766574575481.html' title='Auras'/><author><name>Deadpool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03355090027887650699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUp1VeouW9M/SYbaeFdP0LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/b1xLwD7alpA/S220/Me!+Just+Chillin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8220225.post-114140963832690739</id><published>2006-03-03T12:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T11:29:56.013-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Secrets</title><content type='html'>I was listening to the radio today, and the host brought up an interesting question.&lt;br /&gt;She said that there are just some secret you should never tell. Not because of trust, (which would be my first thought,) but because "...if there are things that you don't want known, then you should keep them to yourself!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now ain't that one hellova concept! It is damn near impossible because you always have that one person that you would trust unswervingly with your life. She then touched on that point. "...If you only have one person that you know you can trust with ''the'' secret because you feel the need for whatever reason, you have to remember that they may have someone that they trust that way. And It may not be you. So now two people know your secret and you only know about one." She went on to give examples of times within which it may be best to hold back. "If you begin the conversation with someone like 'I know I can tell you because you won't tell nobody,...' or 'You have to swear you won't tell what I'm going to tell you...' these are obviously things you should keep to yourself!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I wonder of all the people who listened to her show on 104.9 today, went on with the rest of their day starting conversations the exact same way?! Did you talk to any people between the ages of 16-55 today? Were they African-Americans who live in the St. Louis area? Did they drive/ride in a car this morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If so, then they didn't pay attention.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8220225-114140963832690739?l=deadlines-akadeadpoolspeaks-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadlines-akadeadpoolspeaks-.blogspot.com/feeds/114140963832690739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8220225&amp;postID=114140963832690739' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8220225/posts/default/114140963832690739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8220225/posts/default/114140963832690739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadlines-akadeadpoolspeaks-.blogspot.com/2006/03/secrets.html' title='Secrets'/><author><name>Deadpool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03355090027887650699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUp1VeouW9M/SYbaeFdP0LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/b1xLwD7alpA/S220/Me!+Just+Chillin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8220225.post-114019670553664277</id><published>2006-02-17T11:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T11:53:46.986-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Auspices of Polite Society</title><content type='html'>How does a sane person dole out condolences to the traumatized and the begrieved?&lt;br /&gt;I sure as shit don't know how. You can call it a lack of emotional character, or you can say I am avoiding facing my emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just read two things a few minutes ago which has me tripping off both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) A family member has just had something horrible happen. All I can say is I'm sorry. I know from experience that is the most annoying shit that you can hear when you are dealing with loss. But what else is there to say? The next on this list of things that piss you off, but if you were raised with manners you just kind of accept from people and curse them out in your mind. Are you alright?/How are you doing? What the hell do you want us to say, that we are right as the rain? Fuck that shit! Do I look alright motherfucker! How should I be looking since obviously you work for the fucking police now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) A person that I consider a friend, others that I call friends, and even family, has released a book. I just read some of the excerpts and feel... That is all I can say. I, as well as others have faced death. But what can you say to a man or woman who had to do it on a near constant basis. 'That you understand' That shit alone should get you slapped if not worse. Even if you have been through something similar, the duration was not nearly as long. Others seem to have forgotten our troops that were fighting in Iraq. &lt;span style="color:#bfbf00;"&gt;I refuse to go off on a political tangent!&lt;/span&gt; They were fighting for their lives every time that they breathed over their. that in and of itself is some scary shit. What can you say to them now that they are home and are having troubles readjusting, or suffering from PTMS. Shit I am a rock i think and I might have cracked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just venting over things that I cannot control, yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When in Danger, or in Doubt...&lt;br /&gt;Run in circles,&lt;br /&gt;Scream and Shout.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;R.A.H.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8220225-114019670553664277?l=deadlines-akadeadpoolspeaks-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.survivingtwilight.com/' title='The Auspices of Polite Society'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadlines-akadeadpoolspeaks-.blogspot.com/feeds/114019670553664277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8220225&amp;postID=114019670553664277' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8220225/posts/default/114019670553664277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8220225/posts/default/114019670553664277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadlines-akadeadpoolspeaks-.blogspot.com/2006/02/auspices-of-polite-society.html' title='The Auspices of Polite Society'/><author><name>Deadpool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03355090027887650699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUp1VeouW9M/SYbaeFdP0LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/b1xLwD7alpA/S220/Me!+Just+Chillin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8220225.post-113656396017320783</id><published>2006-01-06T10:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T11:53:15.226-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="RTEContent"&gt;&lt;div id="RTEContent" align="center"&gt;A Bunch of Really &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#80c0ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Dumb&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#80ff00;"&gt;Smart People&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm sitting around with friends on the New Year weekend, happy new years to all that I haven't spoken to, and we are discussing many issues in a casual forum. And I realize exactly how fucking different we all are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of the same token I see that we all pretty much have the exact same flaw; we do not heed our own advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what does that say about a group of people, myself included, that I find intelligent. I sat there and thought that some of the things that we disagreed over fairly mundane. Oh we disagreed passionately, but it was still mundane. Because in the end, we are pretty much all that each other has as far as trust and deep friendships. That of course begs the question of how close a few of us still are? I wish that I could claim that I have not let some of my close relationships wane, but that would be entirely too close to a lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I ask what makes really smart people not sit back and listen to themselves sometimes? And should I as a concerned friend try to make them see this? Or any of the other reason that we spout of half-rhetorically to each other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that I am to ambitious and they either do not share them or they find them pointless. I noticed that one friend does not listen to himself talk, or he would be doing a great many things different with his life. The other doesn't take the advice proffered, though maybe unsolicited. And i don't get up off my ass and do the things that I know that I should be out doing. I have a lady-friend whom i care for deeply. Yes I know,  hard to believe right coming from Mr. Sensitivity himself, but I do. She has recently made me an offer to come live with her, mate with her, and resubmit my genetic uniqueness upon the populace. A highly tempting offer, some of the details that we have discussed I will not go into, but let's just say the proposition is more than favorable in my direction and leave it at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet I find myself sitting here, on this stupid computer, typing away all my current concerns for hearth and home. Why am I not on the first thing smoking the hell out of the burg. Is it fear? Is it uncertainty? Is it that i know that I have been in love twice already before I was even 24, and know that I have only one shot left? Why am I afraid to risk it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some might speculate that it is a fear of the unknown. Others will swear that it is the fear of being hurt by a woman again. Funny thing is, no woman has ever been able to hurt me, I won't allow it. All the pining that you all have witness the Merc with a Mouth doing was self-inflicted. &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff;font-size:100%;color:#007f40;"  &gt;Does that even surprise any of you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; That is one that I want you to answer even if you if you don't comment on anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I am out, going to do damage to the world at large now, newly motivated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Peace &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/8220225-113656396017320783?l=deadlines-akadeadpoolspeaks-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadlines-akadeadpoolspeaks-.blogspot.com/feeds/113656396017320783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8220225&amp;postID=113656396017320783' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8220225/posts/default/113656396017320783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8220225/posts/default/113656396017320783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadlines-akadeadpoolspeaks-.blogspot.com/2006/01/bunch-of-really-dumb-smart-people-so_06.html' title=''/><author><name>Deadpool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03355090027887650699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUp1VeouW9M/SYbaeFdP0LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/b1xLwD7alpA/S220/Me!+Just+Chillin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8220225.post-110273754081033558</id><published>2004-12-10T21:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T15:58:02.046-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Settling Down</title><content type='html'>That's right, your favorite merc is thinking of trying to find that one woman to spend the rest of his life with. I have absolutely no idea how to go about it. I have once again stopped chasing after women, so my bed should start getting colder any minute now. Then again, we all know that it takes a while for magma to cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new prospect, a young woman named Vanessa, she is cute, about 5'5", 120 lbs, shoulder length blond hair, slim waist, and an ass like a black girl. Now what man would not be interested in something like that. oh, I failed to mention that she is a hacker, going to school locally for programming and biz admin. Two worlds that I live in wrapped up in one woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the funny part is, she came on to me. She lives in Bellefontaine, not far from me at all, and we work at the same place. Next week we are going to start car pooling to save on gas. We plan on going to Wild Country in Alton tonight. I also will take her to this club that my bro Reggie took me to over there before. I want to see how she moves on the dance floor for real. I have to leave Kristine and company at the casino about 10pm tonight in order to hook up with her. She also loves to drive fast, and can actually handle it well, we already broke 110 mph in her car. talk about a whirlwind two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Later peeps, more as my life develops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#60bf00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;When in Danger or in Doubt,&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#60bf00;"&gt;Run in circles,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#60bf00;"&gt;Scream and Shout.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;R.A.H.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8220225-110273754081033558?l=deadlines-akadeadpoolspeaks-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadlines-akadeadpoolspeaks-.blogspot.com/feeds/110273754081033558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8220225&amp;postID=110273754081033558' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8220225/posts/default/110273754081033558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8220225/posts/default/110273754081033558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadlines-akadeadpoolspeaks-.blogspot.com/2004/12/settling-down.html' title='Settling Down'/><author><name>Deadpool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03355090027887650699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUp1VeouW9M/SYbaeFdP0LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/b1xLwD7alpA/S220/Me!+Just+Chillin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8220225.post-110124238269478523</id><published>2004-11-23T14:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T19:00:47.050-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ponderings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is funny, while I am currently away from Q-Town on a matter of personal importance. Everyone seems to have lost their minds. Why is that? I left a group of people that I trust the most in charge of my baby, in hopes of building bridges, as well as a start up for something much greater. I can not tell you of this now, it would ruin the surprise and not let me obtain my ultimate goal. I have been given an assignment from a friend, to find a game programmer, so if any of you are out there and happen to read this,, leave me a way to contact you in the comments. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway, I am continuing on my journey of understanding. My current goal is to understand myself, and my relationships to others. Weird, I thought I knew myself better than what I am discovering. I find myself getting involved with someone that I probably shouldn't even give the time of day. Already she is talking about hooking up on a more physical level, and this was one day after meeting me. Now some would say that this is my ego talking, but I could forward the e-mail she sent me. It was subtle, but brought her point across nicely.&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff80bf;"&gt;but if we do hang out I will defenitely not be drinking cause you drink to hard of drinks for me and all my friends to handle!! (lol) anywayzs,my friend kasey wants to know if you have any friends that you could hook her up with cause she needs sum booty just as bad as I do lol!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is an excerpt from the e-mail for all those nay-sayers. Now what should I do. Take her up on her offer and smash it, and get one of my friends to smash her friend Kasey. I mean really, if this was four years ago, I would not have hesitated to have them both. Now I am having moral quandaries about one. Let alone the hook-up she is asking me for. What should I do my friends, do I go for it? Is that right for me to do. She is younger than me, and definitely not ready for what I can do to her heart and her mind. And no phoenix, she is not a minor, just younger. And yes, that was my ego talking in the sentence prior to the latter. I usually talk to Shark or The Voice, or both, about these kinds of situations. You guys know the kind, when I actually have moral dilemmas outside of my normal guidelines. I am just not sure either of them want to hear it or deal with my petty dilemmas over their own great tribulations right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ashamed to say Dante, but my little venture in Kosher food, well, it didn't work out, again. I know, I am at risk of losing my players card, but hey, women can be strange creatures. She said that she just wants to enjoy being with me without all the attachments of a relationship. I explained that I never look for relationships, but sometimes they just happen. She said " all I want is to fuck my brains out, then dive back into school like before." This was her invitation to her holiday "feast" that I received. I don't mind being used, just tired of the same old same old. I know, a major case of the SSDD syndrome there, but that is the way it is. Learning that I like to choose who gets the chance to use me is strange. She knows what I can do to her, she likes it, but can I live up to whatever hype she has created in her mind from a few months of high tensioned passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway, I am off to the Alliance, a rpg sim online that I joined at the behest of our esteemed firebird Pheonix. Till next time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#60bf00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;When in Danger or in Doubt,&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#60bf00;"&gt;Run in circles,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#60bf00;"&gt;Scream and Shout.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;R.A.H.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8220225-110124238269478523?l=deadlines-akadeadpoolspeaks-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadlines-akadeadpoolspeaks-.blogspot.com/feeds/110124238269478523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8220225&amp;postID=110124238269478523' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8220225/posts/default/110124238269478523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8220225/posts/default/110124238269478523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadlines-akadeadpoolspeaks-.blogspot.com/2004/11/ponderings_23.html' title='Ponderings'/><author><name>Deadpool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03355090027887650699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUp1VeouW9M/SYbaeFdP0LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/b1xLwD7alpA/S220/Me!+Just+Chillin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8220225.post-109857624887626398</id><published>2004-10-23T19:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T18:08:09.996-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I ?...</title><content type='html'>Am I a control freak? No, really, is that how I am viewed. I have made some comments of late to my little Grasshopper(cousin) on her blog and the CouncilChambers. I realize that I am trying to guide her to not be hurt by the shit that happens to all of us in this world. I find myself not wanting to see her hurt, so I want to steel her from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She posted a friend of her's post from some blog somewhere. In the comments I find myself pointing out that everything that can be controlled should be. The point of fact is that the only thing we can control as people are ourselves. I try to ex[;ain this and seem only to be sparking an argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chanda, I respect you as a young woman, that does not mean I like you in any way sexually or that I am attracted to you. I just respect you. That being said, let me say this. If you find yourself liking some guy who is not worthy of your affection, then either let him know that you feel something but he is not worthy, or you can give in and be his toy. Now understand that a toy has more power over the master than most ever realize. If you just feel the need to be comforted and held, make that the only way he can get close to you physically. This is all of course if you decide to go down this path. Let the guy know that you have your sights set on him, and bring home your prize, just be prepared for whatever comes with it. The heartache and the pain, that goes along with the joy and sense of belonging, and being cared for. It is part and parcel for the course of human relationships, someone is always hurt in the end. But that is not a reason to ever run from it. Embrace it all, and live a great life. Enjoy it all, and live you life to the full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Grasshopper, I do not mean to ever truly guide you, just kinda point you in the right direction. If that is something that you feel is invasive, I truly do apologize from the bottom of my soul. I just don't ever want to have to see you in tears over a guy. I view someone being able to effect your emotions, they have control over you. I refuse to give anyone control over myself to anyone being. Yes, on occasions, other can inadvertently effect my emotions, but give them control, never. I live an easier and drama free life because of it. I now have weird situations like women staying around or moving here then away from St. Louis because I don't ever give up control over me. It is not a way of life for everyone, so you must find your own path. I will always be there to point you in the right direction. But as always, I want you to take that as a guideline, not a strict regimen for your life. Again, I sincerely apologize to you Grasshopper and to you Chanda, so live your lives the way you feel you must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;Q&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#00bf60;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Everyone will fall, but it is up too them how they fall.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8220225-109857624887626398?l=deadlines-akadeadpoolspeaks-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadlines-akadeadpoolspeaks-.blogspot.com/feeds/109857624887626398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8220225&amp;postID=109857624887626398' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8220225/posts/default/109857624887626398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8220225/posts/default/109857624887626398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadlines-akadeadpoolspeaks-.blogspot.com/2004/10/am-i.html' title='Am I ?...'/><author><name>Deadpool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03355090027887650699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUp1VeouW9M/SYbaeFdP0LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/b1xLwD7alpA/S220/Me!+Just+Chillin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8220225.post-109776181659346709</id><published>2004-10-14T08:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T12:38:04.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>                             Decisions</title><content type='html'>Why is it that I am always the one people want to be the bigger and better person? I am only human, I know my limitations though I will always strive to overcome them? Of late, a friend has told me that I should try to convince someone to stay. Question to all my friends out there who read my blog, have I ever tried to talk you out of anything except suicide for the fellas, and you panties(thongs, tongas, briefs, boxers, biking shorts, skirts, pants, you get the idea) for the ladies? We are all grown ass people, so why is it up to me to alleviate somebody's conscience, and make a decision easier for them? If you want to go, go. If you want to stay, stay. The consequences of your actions you will just have to live with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an aside, the dictionary definition of consequences is; Main Entry: con·se·quence &lt;a href="javascript:popWin(" wav="consequence')&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pronunciation: 'kän(t)-s&amp;-"kwen(t)s, -si-kw&amp;amp;n(t)sFunction: noun1 : a conclusion derived through logic : &lt;a href="http://www.m-w.com/cgi-bin/dictionary?book=Dictionary&amp;va=inference"&gt;INFERENCE&lt;/a&gt; 2 : something produced by a cause or necessarily following from a set of conditions 3 a : importance with respect to power to produce an effect : &lt;a href="http://www.m-w.com/cgi-bin/dictionary?book=Dictionary&amp;amp;va=moment"&gt;MOMENT&lt;/a&gt; b : social importance 4 : the appearance of importance; especially : &lt;a href="http://www.m-w.com/cgi-bin/dictionary?book=Dictionary&amp;va=self-importance"&gt;SELF-IMPORTANCE&lt;/a&gt;synonym see &lt;a href="http://www.m-w.com/cgi-bin/dictionary?book=Dictionary&amp;amp;va=importance"&gt;IMPORTANCE&lt;/a&gt;- in consequence : as a result : &lt;a href="http://www.m-w.com/cgi-bin/dictionary?book=Dictionary&amp;va=consequently"&gt;CONSEQUENTLY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is by the inference of this definition ( thank you Merriam-Webster) simply the results of any action you take. Whatever they are, you must accept them. That being said, Go with GOD.&lt;br /&gt;To all who believe that I am being silly, tough. Those who do know me best will tell you that I am being only what I am. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Disclaimer:Now what they think of it is another matter. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I am not a whiner, I am not a beggar, nor will I ever plead for someone to see reason. I will debate till the death, reason; in a debate, you have to weigh the pros and cons, take everything into perspective, and if you don't agree with the other side after all is said and done, you don't have to. That is why I love debating ie: trying to get Quill to accept the Three-Edged Sword theorem. He has accepted the parts of it that he can, and left the rest for the birds. That is debating, he even has referrenced it to me recently. Yeah me, or us since I was not alone in trying to convince him of this simple universal truth. even if worded differently, it is still the same concept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have written all that to say this, I never turn my back on my friends, no matter what wrongs they have done. I will accept them and forgive them. I am always (for some reason) here,right here in St. Louis. If you ever want to reach me, simply try, and it can be achieved simply enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note, I am out of here. Need to e-mail some friends on this update of events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8220225-109776181659346709?l=deadlines-akadeadpoolspeaks-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadlines-akadeadpoolspeaks-.blogspot.com/feeds/109776181659346709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8220225&amp;postID=109776181659346709' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8220225/posts/default/109776181659346709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8220225/posts/default/109776181659346709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadlines-akadeadpoolspeaks-.blogspot.com/2004/10/decisions.html' title='                             Decisions'/><author><name>Deadpool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03355090027887650699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUp1VeouW9M/SYbaeFdP0LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/b1xLwD7alpA/S220/Me!+Just+Chillin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8220225.post-109675962580267304</id><published>2004-10-02T18:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T18:42:59.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A comment To A Brother</title><content type='html'>Yeah Scott (Spawn,) I know, but there is always hope. I still hope for a lot of things. Some just seem never to be able to happen. And I am not afraid to use my name. I love my Deadpool pseudonym! And almost everybody in BJ knows who that is and it's connection to me. For me it is a way to remember the Three-Day party and the late night runs to White Castles. The movies and videos that we made or shared with those of us who could not be present. There was the crash outs at Quill's and his Mom making us all eat and take vitamins in the morning. I loved that shit, and miss it. Yeah we have all grown up, but it is the growing apart that rankles me the most. Sometimes it happens, the end, and sometimes friendships do last forever. That is all I want. No more fighting, more listening instead of snap judgments about words that if looked at as a joke might actually make more sense. I have always accepted everybody, for who they are whether I know them completely or not. Read an old post on the Council from August, it is about Shark and Dave. They were both going through a rough time and felt all alone. I wanted to end that. We have all known each other, no matter how distant or through whom, for a long time. We have seen people lose family members and try to be there for them, seen our friends fall in and out of love. Got Married, got divorced, try again, find new hopes and new leases on life like Quill and his school/job tribulation. Spawn, even with you out of town a lot, we still try to call you, I still send you jokes through the e-mail. The worldwide acceptance of better technology has made it easier for us to stay in touch. So why don't we huh? Just try that; remember the past, both the good and the bad. Then ask yourselves, weren't you happier then, knowing that you had a gaggle of people behind you to catch you if you fall, or lift you up when you Succeeded. People you knew had your back against the world even if they were mad at you. Your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you guys remember those times...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8220225-109675962580267304?l=deadlines-akadeadpoolspeaks-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadlines-akadeadpoolspeaks-.blogspot.com/feeds/109675962580267304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8220225&amp;postID=109675962580267304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8220225/posts/default/109675962580267304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8220225/posts/default/109675962580267304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadlines-akadeadpoolspeaks-.blogspot.com/2004/10/comment-to-brother.html' title='A comment To A Brother'/><author><name>Deadpool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03355090027887650699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUp1VeouW9M/SYbaeFdP0LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/b1xLwD7alpA/S220/Me!+Just+Chillin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8220225.post-109668196676629656</id><published>2004-10-01T20:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T21:07:46.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"What Has Become of My Beautiful Idea" or "You Know What, Fuck the World"</title><content type='html'>This is my gripe session. And anybody who wants to take offense, can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to creat a place where me and my friends and family can come together despite distance and time zone differences. I have friends away at school. Ones who have moved out of state. Some just plain hard to catch at home across this great nation. I have friends and family that are at war in another country. Some just away for business internationally. I just wanted place where I can introduce many aspects of my life, and get us all talk about ourselves. That means our interests, dislike, the trails, tribulations, and shit that has and is happening to us. What I get instead is one group rallying against the other instead of them become one great coalition of friends. What kind of shit is that. How can the people who know my and get along with me the best not get along and get to know each other. Thus is some major bullshit I tell you. I get together in one room some of the brightest and most insightful minds and well mannered people I know to start with, and I get nothing but a world of Drama most of the time. What The Fuck! Where did it go wrong, I don't know. I think it because I want so much to see people I care about start to understand each other. It seems that all I get is people starting to back bite and hate on each other. This is not high school and none of us have been in high school for a lonmg time. Even when we were in high school we didn't play these Games. I say games only as a generic terms. We are politicing and pigeonholing the most important thing to me. My Family! We are not the fucking United States Senate, where this kind of thing is normal. Have you guys not noticed that the only thing you all have in common on the Council is me. ME! And I am not happy with anyone right now. I am terribly disappointed in almost all of you. To think, I wanted this to be a start to a Club similar to Bug Juice, a place where we can rekindle dead, dying, or just defunct by asbsentia friendships. The Question seemed to understand that idea, little good that did since I was the one to fuck that up. Not alone, but I dropped one hell of a hammer on things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in closing, I quit. Do what ever the hell you want, just count me out until you guys grow up and look at the bigger picture of a world devided by six degrees of seperation, and understand that all I wanted was to cut out some of the fucking degrees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8220225-109668196676629656?l=deadlines-akadeadpoolspeaks-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadlines-akadeadpoolspeaks-.blogspot.com/feeds/109668196676629656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8220225&amp;postID=109668196676629656' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8220225/posts/default/109668196676629656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8220225/posts/default/109668196676629656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadlines-akadeadpoolspeaks-.blogspot.com/2004/10/what-has-become-of-my-beautiful-idea.html' title='&quot;What Has Become of My Beautiful Idea&quot; or &quot;You Know What, Fuck the World&quot;'/><author><name>Deadpool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03355090027887650699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUp1VeouW9M/SYbaeFdP0LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/b1xLwD7alpA/S220/Me!+Just+Chillin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8220225.post-109567093968997477</id><published>2004-09-20T03:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T23:02:07.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Come on people, lets turn up the Wattage to what I know we have!</title><content type='html'>Ok, we are communicating back and forth in the comments of the blogs, having wonderful conversations and actually communicating again. Yeah us! :)&lt;br /&gt;I have tried to explain the "Three- edge Sword" which is being used by Shark on the blogs, so everyone realizes that they are only seeing their side of thoughts, feelings, interpretations. This is all true, but now it is being argued that it is even a possiblity. As I have written, for us as HUMAN BEINGS, it is impossible to truly grasp the Sword and use it for our own self-enlightenment. We as a species are not yet blessed with the mental capacity or faculties to truly understand others as of yet. I say yet because I am hopeful that more of us are able to understand and learn to work around our shortcomings to understand our fellow MAN(WOMAN.) But I can see we have a long way to go because we are still not able to accept this basest of principles. WE CANNOT SEE THE TRUTH EVER! WE CANNOT SEE THE OTHER SIDE EVER!&lt;br /&gt;We can strive to understand and see the other side, and only then will we truly be enlightened to as close to the Truth that we can attain. That is not to say that questioning this concept is wrong, that is how we gain understanding, which if you ever read my comments on The Voice's blog(click his name on the Council Chambers or any other to view all blogs they are a part of) that is the most important(or at least one of) endeavor in my life right now. To understand. It is a hard and tedious never ending road that I happily chose to embark upon. I only gripe about this because there seems to be nobody trying to understand WITH me. I was never told that this was a lonely road, and thought if I tried to let my friends know that it existed that they would join me on my journey. Okay, my anger is spent now. That is why I posted it here than on the Council Chambers, I did not and do not want anyone to view this as a personal attack, just my frustration of watching so many brains try to wrap around the same concept that they mention in different words but do not see the connection or similarities. PEACE AND LOVE TO ALL, AND TO ALL A HELL OVA NIGHT! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8220225-109567093968997477?l=deadlines-akadeadpoolspeaks-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadlines-akadeadpoolspeaks-.blogspot.com/feeds/109567093968997477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8220225&amp;postID=109567093968997477' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8220225/posts/default/109567093968997477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8220225/posts/default/109567093968997477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadlines-akadeadpoolspeaks-.blogspot.com/2004/09/come-on-people-lets-turn-up-wattage-to.html' title='Come on people, lets turn up the Wattage to what I know we have!'/><author><name>Deadpool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03355090027887650699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUp1VeouW9M/SYbaeFdP0LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/b1xLwD7alpA/S220/Me!+Just+Chillin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8220225.post-109490015876177294</id><published>2004-09-11T05:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T03:12:57.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>From the Cooler</title><content type='html'>I am back from the cooler, thank you every one that has helped me in this small crisis. Shark, Phoenix, Angle69, the Parents(S.K., B.K., S.R.,) K, The Voice, and too all my friends for their support. I will be of course propmtly remunerating all of you who contributed to my springing and I am once again glad to have a great family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8220225-109490015876177294?l=deadlines-akadeadpoolspeaks-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadlines-akadeadpoolspeaks-.blogspot.com/feeds/109490015876177294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8220225&amp;postID=109490015876177294' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8220225/posts/default/109490015876177294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8220225/posts/default/109490015876177294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadlines-akadeadpoolspeaks-.blogspot.com/2004/09/from-cooler.html' title='From the Cooler'/><author><name>Deadpool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03355090027887650699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUp1VeouW9M/SYbaeFdP0LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/b1xLwD7alpA/S220/Me!+Just+Chillin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8220225.post-109489989021478204</id><published>2004-09-11T05:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T03:14:02.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a little venting, please mind the Steam.</title><content type='html'>I must agree and disagree with Shark here. I know, a first, though not a total disagreement, maybe more questioning. Are we protecting the people providing aide over there or are we the ones providing aide? Other than that, I also would gladly go help where I can, and definitly strike at the heart of all our terrorist problems so that my friends/family are safe here at home. On September 11, 2001, my cousin Ms. Robinson of the USN was stationed in the south pentra of the Pentagon, she has since been moved away from there along with an ex and family friend Patrice(now higher ranked than a major and last name deleted to protect her.) I didn't personally loose anyone that day, but was scared as shit while watching on the news and recognizing the southern pentra that was the place people I cared for worked. So I fully back the portion of his campaign to stamp out the "Father" of these terrorist acts. Sadaam did bankroll a lot of these actions, and helps them still with the connections he gave them. I also must point out to GW that while he is going after the current antagonist, he should arrest his father, former Pres. Bush, because that bastard was CIA director and helped train some of the groups in terrorist and counter-terrorist protocol. That shit bit us back hard,and Russia was not ever a big of a threat as what we started to train these groups to be now. We created this beast, trained it and made it rabid, now it has bitten the hand that fed it. I say kill all the bastards and let whatever GOD or GODS they believe in sort that shit out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8220225-109489989021478204?l=deadlines-akadeadpoolspeaks-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadlines-akadeadpoolspeaks-.blogspot.com/feeds/109489989021478204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8220225&amp;postID=109489989021478204' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8220225/posts/default/109489989021478204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8220225/posts/default/109489989021478204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadlines-akadeadpoolspeaks-.blogspot.com/2004/09/just-little-venting-please-mind-steam.html' title='Just a little venting, please mind the Steam.'/><author><name>Deadpool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03355090027887650699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUp1VeouW9M/SYbaeFdP0LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/b1xLwD7alpA/S220/Me!+Just+Chillin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8220225.post-109460522293380444</id><published>2004-09-07T19:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T06:03:29.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love, Where the Hell Does it Hide</title><content type='html'>I feel like maybe I am to jaded now. I walk around with a twice broken heart like the world has ended, not being able to love anyone romantically or just afraid to. I expect the women I deal with to understand and not pressure me about (pardon my french) relationships. I just can't do it. The last one I was in, we kept it simple because of my shortcomings, I was her baby and she was mine. No quarter asked and no quarter given. I will never say that is right, but hell that makes my life easier and keeps me Drama free. That has been what I have strived for since, what June 2000. &lt;br /&gt;Now I am faced with the delima of a worthy woman wanting to be with me and me not yet sure if I can, if I am able may be better words. Don't mistake me, I care for her a great deal which is why I don't want her to become take with me. I am no good to her in the capacity that she would want me so thus I should find her a better man.&lt;br /&gt;Like I would stand by for that crap, but I am trying to remove head from butt, not as easy as it sounds when you get to be my age in experience, maybe I should ask the elders for advice on this one. That requires calling them in person since they may not read this blog thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8220225-109460522293380444?l=deadlines-akadeadpoolspeaks-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadlines-akadeadpoolspeaks-.blogspot.com/feeds/109460522293380444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8220225&amp;postID=109460522293380444' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8220225/posts/default/109460522293380444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8220225/posts/default/109460522293380444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadlines-akadeadpoolspeaks-.blogspot.com/2004/09/love-where-hell-does-it-hide.html' title='Love, Where the Hell Does it Hide'/><author><name>Deadpool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03355090027887650699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUp1VeouW9M/SYbaeFdP0LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/b1xLwD7alpA/S220/Me!+Just+Chillin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8220225.post-109448784597255463</id><published>2004-09-06T11:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T03:47:56.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just My Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/230/1601/1024/dpprof2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/230/1601/50/dpprof2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;This is just my thoughts... just my thoughts. And right or Wrong, This is just what I am feeling at the time. If you feel me, vibe with, walk with me and vibe with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Now gather round hustlers, that is if you are still livin', and get down with this old Q rhythm. In these times, well at least to me, there are a lot of County Drivers out there trying to drive like The King. They are changing lanes while turning on there turn signal. Y'all know the ones I am talking about. They pull out in front of you, when you have a right of way and traveling at least five over the limit. Mind you that is when you discover if you have good brakes or need to get them puppies fixed(along with your front end) or upgrade to better brakes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Well check this out, this is what you do, get a wide bodied lense cause this is a very big chew. I was driving along after a long day at work on Sunday. Not even able to distract myself with cute women. And for those of you who know me, you know that it is easy to distract me with women. After work I decide to go for a drive. I go cruising, definitely not obeying the speed limit, letting loose and enjoying the road. Tranquil like, finding Happiness, and hoping that it will one day lead to Wisdom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8220225-109448784597255463?l=deadlines-akadeadpoolspeaks-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadlines-akadeadpoolspeaks-.blogspot.com/feeds/109448784597255463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8220225&amp;postID=109448784597255463' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8220225/posts/default/109448784597255463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8220225/posts/default/109448784597255463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadlines-akadeadpoolspeaks-.blogspot.com/2004/09/just-my-thoughts_109448784597255463.html' title='Just My Thoughts'/><author><name>Deadpool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03355090027887650699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUp1VeouW9M/SYbaeFdP0LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/b1xLwD7alpA/S220/Me!+Just+Chillin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
