<?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-6673704</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:00:45.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turn Smile Shift Repeat</title><subtitle type='html'>Here they come the business men...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://business-men.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673704/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://business-men.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595303343036881540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673704.post-108612036727863486</id><published>2004-06-01T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T13:06:07.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, we're supposed to go on a big trip this summer to the west coast.  Never saw the Golden Gate Bridge before.  Looking forward to checking it out.  I'm not into long trips, but if they go... I go.  It's as simple as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head is spinning right now.  More like buzzing.  Lack of sleep does that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673704-108612036727863486?l=business-men.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673704/posts/default/108612036727863486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673704/posts/default/108612036727863486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://business-men.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108612036727863486' title=''/><author><name>Gio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595303343036881540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673704.post-108128515971878628</id><published>2004-04-06T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T14:03:04.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"everything that i could say, would fade into insignifigance compared with what my heart feels."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673704-108128515971878628?l=business-men.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673704/posts/default/108128515971878628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673704/posts/default/108128515971878628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://business-men.blogspot.com/2004_04_06_archive.html#108128515971878628' title=''/><author><name>Gio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595303343036881540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673704.post-108119806033777405</id><published>2004-04-05T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T13:51:24.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm, so my girlfriend is leaving for spring break and I'm insanely anti.  For many a reason, but i'd rather not go into it...  just know it sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673704-108119806033777405?l=business-men.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673704/posts/default/108119806033777405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673704/posts/default/108119806033777405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://business-men.blogspot.com/2004_04_05_archive.html#108119806033777405' title=''/><author><name>Gio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595303343036881540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673704.post-108094312200069775</id><published>2004-04-02T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T14:02:21.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I awake to find no piece of mind.  I say how do you live, as a fugitive.  Down here, where i cannot see so clear, i said what do i know.  show me the right way to go.  And the spies, came out of the water. And you're feeling so bad, cause you know.  The spies hide out in every corner,  but you can't touch them no.  Cause they're all spies.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673704-108094312200069775?l=business-men.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673704/posts/default/108094312200069775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673704/posts/default/108094312200069775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://business-men.blogspot.com/2004_04_02_archive.html#108094312200069775' title=''/><author><name>Gio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595303343036881540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673704.post-108085678048427916</id><published>2004-04-01T13:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T14:03:18.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm missing you bad, i never sleep.  avoiding the spots where we'd have to speak, and this bottled beast is taking me home.  Cuddling close to blankets and sheets, but you're not alone you're not discreet make sure i know who's taking you home.  Reading your note, over again.  and there's not a word that i comprehend except where you signed it I will love you always, and forever.  As for now, i'm gunna hear the saddest songs and sit alone and wonder.  How you're making out.  But as for me i wish that i was anywhere, with anyone, making out.  i'm missing your laugh, how did it break.  and when did your eyes begin to look fake?  I hope you're as happy as you're pretending.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673704-108085678048427916?l=business-men.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673704/posts/default/108085678048427916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673704/posts/default/108085678048427916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://business-men.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108085678048427916' title=''/><author><name>Gio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595303343036881540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673704.post-108076946389529671</id><published>2004-03-31T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T13:48:01.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Forgive me, for running off to find.  the one thing, i have to do.  And each night, you can fall asleep asured.  that some day i'll be coming home to you.  These constant reminders in everything, i say.  The chance of a lifetime.  What a great place to be.  OH AMY, don't hate me for running away from you.  OH amy, don't hate me cause i'm still in love with you.  sorry i can't be everything to you, your face is heart of what i do.  EVERYTHINGS FOR YOU. Oh amy don't hate me, for running away from you.  Oh amy, don't hate me.  cause i'm still in love with you.  OH AMY, running away...  OH amy, don't hate me cause i'm still in love with you.  Every time i run away, it's easier to stay.  At the heart, the heart is you.  In everything I do.  Everytime I run away, it's easier to stay, at the heart, the heart is you...  In everything I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673704-108076946389529671?l=business-men.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673704/posts/default/108076946389529671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673704/posts/default/108076946389529671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://business-men.blogspot.com/2004_03_31_archive.html#108076946389529671' title=''/><author><name>Gio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595303343036881540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673704.post-108068680158365603</id><published>2004-03-30T14:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T14:50:17.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>up before the sun rise, first to hit the block.  little bad mother fucker with a pocket full of rocks.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673704-108068680158365603?l=business-men.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673704/posts/default/108068680158365603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673704/posts/default/108068680158365603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://business-men.blogspot.com/2004_03_30_archive.html#108068680158365603' title=''/><author><name>Gio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595303343036881540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673704.post-108025894096224382</id><published>2004-03-25T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T15:59:09.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You've got a messed up grill.  Just joking!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673704-108025894096224382?l=business-men.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673704/posts/default/108025894096224382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673704/posts/default/108025894096224382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://business-men.blogspot.com/2004_03_25_archive.html#108025894096224382' title=''/><author><name>Gio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595303343036881540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
