<?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-12882244</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:57:02.122-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Human train wreck</title><subtitle type='html'>Fuck it all..and fucking no regrets!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humantrainwreck.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12882244/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humantrainwreck.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>the engineer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13788435990413054133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/184/3837/640/media.php1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12882244.post-113770227535640986</id><published>2006-01-19T15:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T15:24:35.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is a good day to die..or drink a beer</title><content type='html'>Well crap i havent wriiten in a while..Alot has happened. Well im doing stand up comedy as you may know and, have some gigs set for myself for the new year. The band is back and doing shows and, im in the middle of recordeing my solo project whoremastery's second demo. Speaking of whores the crazy bitch had finally left me alone..and i have been chating with someone new online that i am gonna meet at my next band show next week for the first time.She has already invited me over and, we seem to have alot on common and have been hitting it off well. But hey...im still you pessamistic, I hate everyone, deadskin..and that wont changel. But mabye this year will be better...Its starting off that way and, I feel better about life at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hails to you all....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12882244-113770227535640986?l=humantrainwreck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humantrainwreck.blogspot.com/feeds/113770227535640986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12882244&amp;postID=113770227535640986&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12882244/posts/default/113770227535640986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12882244/posts/default/113770227535640986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humantrainwreck.blogspot.com/2006/01/today-is-good-day-to-dieor-drink-beer.html' title='Today is a good day to die..or drink a beer'/><author><name>the engineer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13788435990413054133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/184/3837/640/media.php1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12882244.post-112972864638146299</id><published>2005-10-19T09:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T09:31:09.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Plagued by wasps</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5027/1111/1600/yellow%20jackets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5027/1111/320/yellow%20jackets.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok well thier yellow jackets..I thought wasps sounded cooler so you dont think im talking about a coat rack that fell on me at walmart.They are everywhere in my room...flying at me as soon as i walk in my room. These things are from hell. Everyone I kill i picture someone I hate..then smash the fuck out of thier little feebel exo faggot bodies. I fucking hate these thing..I havent sleept in my room in days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12882244-112972864638146299?l=humantrainwreck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humantrainwreck.blogspot.com/feeds/112972864638146299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12882244&amp;postID=112972864638146299&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12882244/posts/default/112972864638146299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12882244/posts/default/112972864638146299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humantrainwreck.blogspot.com/2005/10/plagued-by-wasps.html' title='Plagued by wasps'/><author><name>the engineer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13788435990413054133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/184/3837/640/media.php1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12882244.post-112391440077158333</id><published>2005-09-08T02:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T16:21:31.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'>momentary lapseof reason</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.fc3s.org/how_tos/maintenance/images_oil_change/DCP00412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.fc3s.org/how_tos/maintenance/images_oil_change/DCP00412.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont know what i want to do with this destanation..I dont want to get rid of it..dont want to pour out my contents of my everflowing, leaking... brain!...The train has derailed from it's well known tracks right now..YOUR TICKETS ARE INVALID AND THERE WILL BE NO REFUNDS!!........please exit the car when at full speed!!!!!!!!!!!1111have a nice fucking day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12882244-112391440077158333?l=humantrainwreck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humantrainwreck.blogspot.com/feeds/112391440077158333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12882244&amp;postID=112391440077158333&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12882244/posts/default/112391440077158333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12882244/posts/default/112391440077158333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humantrainwreck.blogspot.com/2005/09/momentary-lapseof-reason.html' title='momentary lapseof reason'/><author><name>the engineer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13788435990413054133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/184/3837/640/media.php1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12882244.post-112207732916535686</id><published>2005-07-22T19:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T22:47:54.050-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my journey of the 2005 U.S.A. air guitar championship in L.A.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5027/1111/1600/osama2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5027/1111/400/osama2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5027/1111/1600/bomb_saddam1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5027/1111/200/bomb_saddam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So...more on my trip....Well i rented a convertible...livin it the fuck up. The compation was insane...They feed me mad beers and, I was wired for the nite. So they recorded me talking. I was pretty trashed so who even knows what I said. There was a red carpet and, everything...mad peeps snapin photos and asking for interviews where I was told i was on the today show earlier this week...but i did'nt get to see it for myself. I did every inter view that asked me...WHY NOT??? So then off to the vip section where the showed us with more alcohol. Then we watched the L.A. compation fisrst...then the winner battle us regionals. Every one I met was so fucking cool...I can't say enough how fucking killer. But I didnt win so ....who cares..the exp. was so worth it. So many people where at this...Over 2000 heads..and this club was mint. The next day i hit up farmers market..tons of food at this out door galleria...then hit up hollywood. Went sight seein till I missed placed my rent a car..and spent 5 hours looking for it...then the next day heading back all hell broke loose when airport security went into terrorist mode over my bulletbelt in my luggage...LAPD had to come down and look at it and, talk with me..didn't help I also had in my bag osama bin ladden and, saddam insane hot sause that I bought...I love collecting hot sauces from when I visit places......so that in a nut shell...I was a star for a while now back to my bleek darkness I call my human train wreck life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what crazy things await in store for me?...as much as I drag you all into my abyss..I must say my life is a fucking rollercoaster of all the good and bad and evil!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5027/1111/1600/carfire1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5027/1111/400/carfire.jpg" 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/12882244-112207732916535686?l=humantrainwreck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humantrainwreck.blogspot.com/feeds/112207732916535686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12882244&amp;postID=112207732916535686&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12882244/posts/default/112207732916535686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12882244/posts/default/112207732916535686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humantrainwreck.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-journey-of-2005-usa-air-guitar.html' title='my journey of the 2005 U.S.A. air guitar championship in L.A.'/><author><name>the engineer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13788435990413054133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/184/3837/640/media.php1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12882244.post-112195066945966998</id><published>2005-07-21T08:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T09:01:05.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'>just a little hey...what up!</title><content type='html'>havent had time to write....Beo my phone will be on later...and i didnt do the audition...fuck it! Didnt feel i was ready...oh well...its time for o'l deadskin to have a new game plan. I'll write more...exp. about my trip to hollywood soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye all...for now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12882244-112195066945966998?l=humantrainwreck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humantrainwreck.blogspot.com/feeds/112195066945966998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12882244&amp;postID=112195066945966998&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12882244/posts/default/112195066945966998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12882244/posts/default/112195066945966998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humantrainwreck.blogspot.com/2005/07/just-little-heywhat-up.html' title='just a little hey...what up!'/><author><name>the engineer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13788435990413054133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/184/3837/640/media.php1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12882244.post-112125889273278950</id><published>2005-07-13T08:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T23:31:25.743-04:00</updated><title type='text'>PRAISE HAIL SATAN...IM OFF TO L.A.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5027/1111/1600/goatmark1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5027/1111/320/goatmark1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats right punks..I leave in the morning tommorrow for the air guitar championships..Oh man..what is gonna happen to me this time...bahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY B-DAY BEO.....YOU FUCK...I LOVE YOU BRO!616&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12882244-112125889273278950?l=humantrainwreck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humantrainwreck.blogspot.com/feeds/112125889273278950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12882244&amp;postID=112125889273278950&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12882244/posts/default/112125889273278950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12882244/posts/default/112125889273278950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humantrainwreck.blogspot.com/2005/07/praise-hail-satanim-off-to-la.html' title='PRAISE HAIL SATAN...IM OFF TO L.A.'/><author><name>the engineer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13788435990413054133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/184/3837/640/media.php1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12882244.post-112085478841931095</id><published>2005-07-08T16:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T23:31:47.100-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This is for Beo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5027/1111/1600/godkills.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5027/1111/320/godkills.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YOU MUST HAVE KILLED THOUSANDS..LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12882244-112085478841931095?l=humantrainwreck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humantrainwreck.blogspot.com/feeds/112085478841931095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12882244&amp;postID=112085478841931095&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12882244/posts/default/112085478841931095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12882244/posts/default/112085478841931095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humantrainwreck.blogspot.com/2005/07/this-is-for-beo.html' title='This is for Beo'/><author><name>the engineer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13788435990413054133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/184/3837/640/media.php1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12882244.post-112066740156995167</id><published>2005-07-06T12:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T18:16:01.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The train is still on its tracks!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/184/3837/50/baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/184/3837/320/baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hey fuckers!&lt;/strong&gt; havent wriiten in a while so here it is.....My car has been out off commish..but just got it back so.......... yea! We shot a video last sat. and, it was a fucking blast. We played on a cliff and a run down building in newport. And had a fill in drummer that said he is thinking of joining the band. Spent the 4th with beo...drank and, ate some tasty steak tips....beo rocked em!!!! We play our last show with our original drummer this fri. It will be a fucked one....and L.A. is in one week...and, im not even ready...beo has to said the mp3 today!!!! get on it fuckstump..hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO HUMAN TRAIN WRECK TODAY ASSWIPES!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12882244-112066740156995167?l=humantrainwreck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humantrainwreck.blogspot.com/feeds/112066740156995167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12882244&amp;postID=112066740156995167&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12882244/posts/default/112066740156995167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12882244/posts/default/112066740156995167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humantrainwreck.blogspot.com/2005/07/train-is-still-on-its-tracks.html' title='The train is still on its tracks!!'/><author><name>the engineer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13788435990413054133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/184/3837/640/media.php1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12882244.post-111991611063508017</id><published>2005-06-27T19:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T21:32:17.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Little drummer boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/184/3837/50/drummer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/184/3837/320/drummer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And the beat goes marching on:&lt;/strong&gt; We tryed out a drummer last nite. He said he was learning the material and wanted us to come down for a full out jam. So we lugged our gear down, and made the treck. We lost our bass player in the travel, and ended up there without him. So me and my other guitarist started to jam with him ourselves. Man...the first two senconds of playing one of our tunes with him...I couldn't stop laughing..I had to face a wall...It was so bad. Then finally our bassist showed up...aggravated and pissed that it took him an hour to find the place, and had to plug in, and witness what we have been going through in his search for this try out. I felt bad for our bassist to have to be so dissapointed as well after driving all over boston forever. I felt bad for the kid trying out on drums as well...he was really cool, and he was having a blast..you could see it in his face. But he just wasn't cutting it. He bit off more than he could chew......so the search is still on. We got another interest from someone we have hung out with before that is a fan of ours. Did'nt realize he hit the skins. He never mentioned it...... so mabye.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well thats all for now......I feel like im back in high school trying out classmates to start a garage band.....man..its sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/184/3837/50/band1BIG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/184/3837/200/band1BIG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Teratism 2006&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12882244-111991611063508017?l=humantrainwreck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humantrainwreck.blogspot.com/feeds/111991611063508017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12882244&amp;postID=111991611063508017&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12882244/posts/default/111991611063508017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12882244/posts/default/111991611063508017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humantrainwreck.blogspot.com/2005/06/little-drummer-boy.html' title='Little drummer boy'/><author><name>the engineer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13788435990413054133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/184/3837/640/media.php1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12882244.post-111956370320380755</id><published>2005-06-23T17:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T09:07:50.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'>where the sky meets the earth/Path of uncertainty pt.2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/184/3837/50/OceanSunset3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/184/3837/400/OceanSunset3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;So today I went to the beach by myself. Now that my band is done...I have way to much time to myself. No one seems to be around anymore. Yet in a way that might be ok....so when I decide to peace out..I won't have to worry about all the bullshit people will have to say to keep me where I don't want to be. So I sat on a rock...and just stared into the herizon where the sky meets the water. And just thought to myself for hours about how weird my life has been..not just lately..in general(my whole life) And everything since birth till now! A while back if you read my blogs..I wanted to die. Sick, and tired of this dissapointment called life. Sick of losing faith in people, and in the things I try to do. But now(not like that feeling has changed really) I sat, and stared at the ocean, and thought of all the things that have made my life weird. Im not going to explain what...just read my past blogs and you'll see. As I sat on that rock...a man sat down on a rock next to me. With a hand full of cigeretts and a bad case of the shakes. He just smoked one after the other, and talked to himself. This guy had more to say by himself in the 30min. than i had to say to anyone in a fucking month. After he finshed all the butts he left..and I watched him pick through trash cans. Man...I hope i don't end up like that..I almost saw myself in the guy until I thought of all the great things I have done that this guy prolly did'nt( but what do I know?) &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/184/3837/50/story.bumfights.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/184/3837/400/story.bumfights.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He could have been a one time millionare for all I knew(in his tathered clothes, and nicotine stained fingers). In my time of just sitting my phone rang(which it hasn't done that often) and it was reynolds. He came down, and met me on the beach...with a cooler full of beers..and two cigars. We sat on the rocks drinking beers and smoking cigars like fucking men, that had the world at our feet. Even though we both have pretty shitty(and uncertain) things going on in each of our lives....it didn't matter. The world was our oyster for a while...and it felt pretty fucking good..to smoke cigars..and drink beer...and stare at the herizon together in wonder of the future...without really caring about it at that time at all.....cheers to a good time with a friend...even at the most confusing times for us both!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we talked about doing it tommorrow as well...I could get use to smoking cigars! Makes you feel rich..not only in the pocket...but the soul!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for my cousins in north dakota for finding my blog(my darkness). I love u vrty much lisa and aubrey!I need to get the fuck away! And I don't like putting my problems on others...so I write the harshness here!&lt;br /&gt;But I know this might not be easy to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanx for reading all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12882244-111956370320380755?l=humantrainwreck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humantrainwreck.blogspot.com/feeds/111956370320380755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12882244&amp;postID=111956370320380755&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12882244/posts/default/111956370320380755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12882244/posts/default/111956370320380755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humantrainwreck.blogspot.com/2005/06/where-sky-meets-earthpath-of.html' title='where the sky meets the earth/Path of uncertainty pt.2'/><author><name>the engineer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13788435990413054133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/184/3837/640/media.php1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12882244.post-111903180256540016</id><published>2005-06-17T14:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T16:08:20.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Horns high\m/\m/</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/184/3837/50/demon_toasting_with_goat_legs_hooves_and_horns1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/184/3837/320/demon_toasting_with_goat_legs_hooves_and_horns.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can tell my horns high post are when i play shows...tonite...could be a fucked one...we will see. Thank you Beo for talking with me about my last post. im sure Im just another lab rat!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12882244-111903180256540016?l=humantrainwreck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humantrainwreck.blogspot.com/feeds/111903180256540016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12882244&amp;postID=111903180256540016&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12882244/posts/default/111903180256540016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12882244/posts/default/111903180256540016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humantrainwreck.blogspot.com/2005/06/horns-highmm_17.html' title='Horns high\m/\m/'/><author><name>the engineer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13788435990413054133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/184/3837/640/media.php1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12882244.post-111795253515587947</id><published>2005-06-05T02:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T02:52:59.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'>air guitar champion!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/184/3837/50/usa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/184/3837/320/usa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats right mother fuckers...i won and goin to La. I was trshed off my ass and took a fuckin diger doing slayer and fucking won!!!!!!...who would hsve thought being s fucking metal head and a drunk would pay off!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12882244-111795253515587947?l=humantrainwreck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humantrainwreck.blogspot.com/feeds/111795253515587947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12882244&amp;postID=111795253515587947&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12882244/posts/default/111795253515587947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12882244/posts/default/111795253515587947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humantrainwreck.blogspot.com/2005/06/air-guitar-champion.html' title='air guitar champion!!'/><author><name>the engineer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13788435990413054133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/184/3837/640/media.php1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12882244.post-111791589278214172</id><published>2005-06-04T16:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T16:11:32.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No love lost</title><content type='html'>sensual awakening&lt;br /&gt;numbing feelings...dead&lt;br /&gt;Conceptions romanticised...synthesized&lt;br /&gt;broken hearts to bled&lt;br /&gt;without emotion, the heart strings played&lt;br /&gt;strummed, and severd to the tune of a tragic serenade&lt;br /&gt;the low cost of loving&lt;br /&gt;amorous travesty&lt;br /&gt;human frailties, and weakness are easy pray&lt;br /&gt;how your poor heart will bleed&lt;br /&gt;without emotion, your heart strings break&lt;br /&gt;snapped, and severed to the tune of a tragic, sad cliche'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"carcass"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12882244-111791589278214172?l=humantrainwreck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humantrainwreck.blogspot.com/feeds/111791589278214172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12882244&amp;postID=111791589278214172&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12882244/posts/default/111791589278214172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12882244/posts/default/111791589278214172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humantrainwreck.blogspot.com/2005/06/no-love-lost.html' title='No love lost'/><author><name>the engineer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13788435990413054133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/184/3837/640/media.php1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12882244.post-111782404431515106</id><published>2005-06-03T14:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T17:27:23.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Horns high.....\m/\m/</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/184/3837/50/616.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/184/3837/320/616.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well..im playing a show tonite. Not really excited for it..I don't know why. Sometimes I feel that way then end up having fun. I hope thats the case tonite. But I have'nt really slept cuz ive been getting fucked up...and I have to be at work tommorrow bright and early...blaah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well..........my horns are held high \m/\m/....thanx 2 metal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12882244-111782404431515106?l=humantrainwreck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humantrainwreck.blogspot.com/feeds/111782404431515106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12882244&amp;postID=111782404431515106&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12882244/posts/default/111782404431515106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12882244/posts/default/111782404431515106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humantrainwreck.blogspot.com/2005/06/horns-highmm.html' title='Horns high.....\m/\m/'/><author><name>the engineer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13788435990413054133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/184/3837/640/media.php1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12882244.post-111731611253260057</id><published>2005-05-28T17:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T17:38:41.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A new day...</title><content type='html'>finally good weather...even though I did say it depresses me more( and it did) but I went out anyway...ran the track , went to gym, kick beo 's ass in basketball...now off to practice ,and Im pretty stoned.....fuck it all, and fucking no regrests...PISS OFF!!616LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12882244-111731611253260057?l=humantrainwreck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humantrainwreck.blogspot.com/feeds/111731611253260057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12882244&amp;postID=111731611253260057&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12882244/posts/default/111731611253260057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12882244/posts/default/111731611253260057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humantrainwreck.blogspot.com/2005/05/new-day.html' title='A new day...'/><author><name>the engineer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13788435990413054133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/184/3837/640/media.php1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12882244.post-111629948388639286</id><published>2005-05-16T23:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T13:22:37.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fallen angels</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.idea.org.uk/cfront/workshop/cemetery/images/dead_woman_head.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://www.idea.org.uk/cfront/workshop/cemetery/images/dead_woman_head.GIF" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All the angels I meet fall from the sky for a reason...THEY CAN'T FUCKING FLY. And as they fall they catch fire...and sometimes I burn with them. You can't always get caught up in thier beauty. And its hard sometimes not to. They spread thier wings, and you look at them with such great adoration. Thier is always a price to pay for our sins. And It takes alot to wash off the filth....I shall again lament in the smoke of her burning!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12882244-111629948388639286?l=humantrainwreck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humantrainwreck.blogspot.com/feeds/111629948388639286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12882244&amp;postID=111629948388639286&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12882244/posts/default/111629948388639286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12882244/posts/default/111629948388639286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humantrainwreck.blogspot.com/2005/05/fallen-angels.html' title='Fallen angels'/><author><name>the engineer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13788435990413054133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/184/3837/640/media.php1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12882244.post-111620221953212767</id><published>2005-05-15T20:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T20:11:33.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck the rules....rules are gay!</title><content type='html'>My inspection sticker ran out in nov. of 2004. Just waiting to get pulled over one day. I got arrested once for false moter vehicle document. I drove home wasted from a show, and nailed the curb, and blew out my tire. I drove it anyway on the rim with sparks flying. And I made it home..haha. Fuck the laws...everything I do seems to be a thin line i cross of almost getting in a lot of trouble. I don't do it purposely....i just tread water in life ,and can't keep up with the rules sometimes. It's not all my fault..im a struggling musician. And live the muician life. It's worth it for that 30min. rush on stage in front of everyone. But i gotta stop getting so wasted...glug...glug!@ Fuck you all...and thanx for reading!666&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12882244-111620221953212767?l=humantrainwreck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humantrainwreck.blogspot.com/feeds/111620221953212767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12882244&amp;postID=111620221953212767&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12882244/posts/default/111620221953212767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12882244/posts/default/111620221953212767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humantrainwreck.blogspot.com/2005/05/fuck-rulesrules-are-gay.html' title='Fuck the rules....rules are gay!'/><author><name>the engineer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13788435990413054133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/184/3837/640/media.php1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12882244.post-111603444321349805</id><published>2005-05-14T00:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T17:24:04.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The end complete</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Originaly this was an obituary album title: &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But now i think it should be for my obituary. The end complete...sounds nice huh? A constant void of nothing but barren wasteland. No people or trees. No buildings or homes. No streets infested buy cars. Thats how somtimes I wish the world was when I wake up each morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12882244-111603444321349805?l=humantrainwreck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humantrainwreck.blogspot.com/feeds/111603444321349805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12882244&amp;postID=111603444321349805&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12882244/posts/default/111603444321349805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12882244/posts/default/111603444321349805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humantrainwreck.blogspot.com/2005/05/end-complete.html' title='The end complete'/><author><name>the engineer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13788435990413054133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/184/3837/640/media.php1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
