<?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-663274903208496761</id><updated>2011-08-01T18:35:56.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Ink Bleed</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myinkbleed.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663274903208496761/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myinkbleed.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mistaken Identitiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15451267295860357393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mUx1BIPdGEs/S00b7nhrNlI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ACqTfKPZ438/S220/2009-12-13+16.20.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-663274903208496761.post-3628200276176650458</id><published>2009-09-09T00:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T01:00:44.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mind Is The Tool</title><content type='html'>This muscle between my legs &lt;br /&gt;is good for fertilizing your eggs, &lt;br /&gt;but it will never make or break &lt;br /&gt;our love affair. Although it gives you great pleasure, &lt;br /&gt;and those moments I do treasure, &lt;br /&gt;it will never be the main&lt;br /&gt;way to show I care. Thus, revealing the fact, &lt;br /&gt;that sex is just an act, and love is never&lt;br /&gt;anything one should fall into.I may sound like a fool, &lt;br /&gt;when I say my mind is the tool, &lt;br /&gt;that I'll use&lt;br /&gt;to make love to you.It may be big, firm, thick, strong,&lt;br /&gt;it may even last long, &lt;br /&gt;but never as long as the images &lt;br /&gt;I leave of me, in your thoughts.I feel you sister, &lt;br /&gt;when you say all the other misters, &lt;br /&gt;never took you there, &lt;br /&gt;but it ain't my fault. I love to touch, I love to feel, &lt;br /&gt;but first and foremost, &lt;br /&gt;I love to keep it real -&lt;br /&gt;you know this to be true.Although our physical acts, &lt;br /&gt;bring you the ultimate climax, &lt;br /&gt;my mind is the tool, &lt;br /&gt;that I'll use to make love to you.Wondrous emotion &lt;br /&gt;in a mixed up love potion -&lt;br /&gt;a combination of the mental, &lt;br /&gt;and the physical.Some might think that cybersex &lt;br /&gt;is along the same lines as this text,&lt;br /&gt;but no -&lt;br /&gt;that's way too digital.1-900...you know the rest, &lt;br /&gt;or at least by now you've heard.Verbal stimulation, &lt;br /&gt;via phone conversation, &lt;br /&gt;make me laugh it's so absurd.I need you close to me, &lt;br /&gt;saying something, or saying nothing, &lt;br /&gt;so long as &lt;br /&gt;we're sharing the same breath.This muscle in which I've been speaking, &lt;br /&gt;is good for steady freaking, &lt;br /&gt;but the thought I leave you with &lt;br /&gt;will last 'til death.Nothing is sweeter&lt;br /&gt;than when a woman knows her man needs her, &lt;br /&gt;and a man who knows his woman &lt;br /&gt;needs him too.&lt;br /&gt;Let me say in closin', &lt;br /&gt;it's you that I've chosen, and my mind is the tool that I'll use to make love to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/663274903208496761-3628200276176650458?l=myinkbleed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myinkbleed.blogspot.com/feeds/3628200276176650458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=663274903208496761&amp;postID=3628200276176650458' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663274903208496761/posts/default/3628200276176650458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663274903208496761/posts/default/3628200276176650458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myinkbleed.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-mind-is-tool.html' title='My Mind Is The Tool'/><author><name>Mistaken Identitiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15451267295860357393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mUx1BIPdGEs/S00b7nhrNlI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ACqTfKPZ438/S220/2009-12-13+16.20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-663274903208496761.post-8340785895690216893</id><published>2009-08-31T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T14:54:26.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If Time Could Rewind</title><content type='html'>If time could rewind i would have loved you beyond your faults. If time could rewind i would have been there for you anytime that you needed me. If time could rewind I would have answered my phone so that we can talk for hours and hours of the day getting to know each other even more. If time could rewind i would have accepted that date to go with you and have so much fun together like there was no tomorrow. Only if time could rewind. Man if time could rewind I would have let you in when my peoples were gone so we can do the hoochie coochie thing being that I’m still a virgin (lol). I would have opened the door and as a greeting kissed you, gave you a tour of the house and my room would have been the last stop of the tour of course. I would have pushed you on my bed to where you are laying on your back and pull your clothes off and spiced the game up some. Then i would have let you return the favor but yet your doing me oh so well. Damn if time could rewind! We would have been having sex all day and night like there was no tomorrow. But then when my peoples  were to return home. We'll have to sneak you out of my window and i would make it seem like i been home all alone. If time could rewind. IF TIME COULD REWIND. I would have labeled you as my Boo. I would have bragged about you making all my niggas jealous and angry and wanting to fight me for you. But if time could rewind i would have did everything in my power to make sure that you were still with me this day. Holding me, loving me, Kissing me and Spoiling. But damn. Time Don’t Rewind!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/663274903208496761-8340785895690216893?l=myinkbleed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myinkbleed.blogspot.com/feeds/8340785895690216893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=663274903208496761&amp;postID=8340785895690216893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663274903208496761/posts/default/8340785895690216893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663274903208496761/posts/default/8340785895690216893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myinkbleed.blogspot.com/2009/08/if-time-could-rewind.html' title='If Time Could Rewind'/><author><name>Mistaken Identitiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15451267295860357393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mUx1BIPdGEs/S00b7nhrNlI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ACqTfKPZ438/S220/2009-12-13+16.20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-663274903208496761.post-8705386705020977911</id><published>2009-08-31T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T14:38:54.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely Nights</title><content type='html'>Lonely nights I lie alone&lt;br /&gt; Imagining u were here lying next to me&lt;br /&gt;With your arms wrapped around me as the moon stare down from the&lt;br /&gt; midnight sky&lt;br /&gt; Envious&lt;br /&gt; As I am&lt;br /&gt; At times I find myself &lt;br /&gt; Drunken off of bottles of broken silence&lt;br /&gt; Intoxicated&lt;br /&gt; Finding comfort in my fantasies&lt;br /&gt; Together we dream&lt;br /&gt; Though distant in many ways&lt;br /&gt; our minds meet in this special place everyday that can only be described &lt;br /&gt; as bliss&lt;br /&gt; Where we connect, vent, where we communicate in a language only we&lt;br /&gt; understand&lt;br /&gt; We dream&lt;br /&gt; Lonely nights when she lies with  him I wonder&lt;br /&gt; If she ever thinks of me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/663274903208496761-8705386705020977911?l=myinkbleed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myinkbleed.blogspot.com/feeds/8705386705020977911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=663274903208496761&amp;postID=8705386705020977911' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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thick thighs&lt;br /&gt;I stare @ my reflection and fantasize&lt;br /&gt;Me and you nude&lt;br /&gt;Your lips on my neck&lt;br /&gt;As we whisper thoughts preconceived&lt;br /&gt;Lost n exstacy&lt;br /&gt;No longer communicating with words&lt;br /&gt;Just body language&lt;br /&gt;Letting go of my deepest inhibitions&lt;br /&gt;As we conquer every inch of my body&lt;br /&gt;Lost in my fantasies&lt;br /&gt;Where our touch is perfection&lt;br /&gt;And my fascinations got me weak in the knees&lt;br /&gt;And wet between my thighs&lt;br /&gt;I am breathless&lt;br /&gt;And I Can't stop&lt;br /&gt;This my fingertips to clit&lt;br /&gt;My very own touch so perfect&lt;br /&gt;As I climax I Imagine you stroking&lt;br /&gt;Slow and deep&lt;br /&gt;My pure lust for you&lt;br /&gt;Give birth 2 my fascination&lt;br /&gt;With masturbation&lt;br /&gt;As I stare at my reflection&lt;br /&gt;And fantasies conclude I lie there&lt;br /&gt;Still engulfed with thought of you&lt;br /&gt;Exstacy sticky between my thighs and fantasies on my fingertips&lt;br /&gt;Only one word can describe me&lt;br /&gt;And this moment seductive&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/663274903208496761-6514021676371245779?l=myinkbleed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myinkbleed.blogspot.com/feeds/6514021676371245779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=663274903208496761&amp;postID=6514021676371245779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663274903208496761/posts/default/6514021676371245779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663274903208496761/posts/default/6514021676371245779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myinkbleed.blogspot.com/2009/08/seductive.html' title='Seductive'/><author><name>Mistaken Identitiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15451267295860357393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mUx1BIPdGEs/S00b7nhrNlI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ACqTfKPZ438/S220/2009-12-13+16.20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-663274903208496761.post-3035577510712719148</id><published>2009-08-08T12:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T12:01:59.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>http://www.zshare.net/audio/6364167292875a25/</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/6364167292875a25/"&gt;http://www.zshare.net/audio/6364167292875a25/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shared via &lt;a href="http://addthis.com"&gt;AddThis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/663274903208496761-3035577510712719148?l=myinkbleed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myinkbleed.blogspot.com/feeds/3035577510712719148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=663274903208496761&amp;postID=3035577510712719148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663274903208496761/posts/default/3035577510712719148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663274903208496761/posts/default/3035577510712719148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myinkbleed.blogspot.com/2009/08/httpwwwzsharenetaudio6364167292875a25.html' title='http://www.zshare.net/audio/6364167292875a25/'/><author><name>Mistaken Identitiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15451267295860357393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mUx1BIPdGEs/S00b7nhrNlI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ACqTfKPZ438/S220/2009-12-13+16.20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-663274903208496761.post-1021668712664002085</id><published>2008-12-23T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T07:10:35.611-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Characters In Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mUx1BIPdGEs/SVD-_NGz2CI/AAAAAAAAABw/OcyxurgPXJo/s1600-h/Cross.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mUx1BIPdGEs/SVD-_NGz2CI/AAAAAAAAABw/OcyxurgPXJo/s320/Cross.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283002724709029922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Life is a stage. God is the director. Human beings are the actors. Our bodies are just costumes that we wear. God gives us each a role to perform. We all go on the stage and do what we must. Do not judge others, as they are also actors like you are, performing their role. When you die you leave the stage and then go to God, the director, who shows you a clip of your performance on the stage (life review, Judgment day). When you are born into the world, you are a new actor on the stage. Lights, Camera, Action!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/663274903208496761-1021668712664002085?l=myinkbleed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myinkbleed.blogspot.com/feeds/1021668712664002085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=663274903208496761&amp;postID=1021668712664002085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663274903208496761/posts/default/1021668712664002085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663274903208496761/posts/default/1021668712664002085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myinkbleed.blogspot.com/2008/12/characters-in-life.html' title='Characters In Life'/><author><name>Mistaken Identitiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15451267295860357393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mUx1BIPdGEs/S00b7nhrNlI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ACqTfKPZ438/S220/2009-12-13+16.20.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mUx1BIPdGEs/SVD-_NGz2CI/AAAAAAAAABw/OcyxurgPXJo/s72-c/Cross.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-663274903208496761.post-3513743491545115893</id><published>2008-10-15T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T22:21:00.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear</title><content type='html'>The biggest fear in life is that we are going to die one day!! Does this mean we stop living? We know our life decreases with every breath, but that doesn't stop us from living, doing good things, knowing each other, playing around, doing our part in this world. But then why does a smaller fear, which is nothing compared to leaving this lovely world, make us feel sick? Why does a fear of losing make us feel hurt? Why does a fear of failing make us feel disheartened? Instead we should move ahead to not be touched by these fears, which are hindrances to our development. Since we never stop living, because of fear of death, then no other thing is as big as this fear!! So let's resolve today, we are going to live without any fear for our and other's happiness........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/663274903208496761-3513743491545115893?l=myinkbleed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myinkbleed.blogspot.com/feeds/3513743491545115893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=663274903208496761&amp;postID=3513743491545115893' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663274903208496761/posts/default/3513743491545115893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663274903208496761/posts/default/3513743491545115893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myinkbleed.blogspot.com/2008/10/fear.html' title='Fear'/><author><name>Mistaken Identitiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15451267295860357393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mUx1BIPdGEs/S00b7nhrNlI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ACqTfKPZ438/S220/2009-12-13+16.20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-663274903208496761.post-8707894574401476886</id><published>2008-10-10T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T06:14:16.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relationship</title><content type='html'>It is absolutely vital to not get yourself into a dependent situation in any relationship. If we do become overly dependent, we lose who we are and we are more focused on keeping the other person happy, when we really should focus more on our own happiness and the balance of the two. If we are extremely satisfied with whom we are, then it will only allow us to grow further and share that great feeling with others that won't take advantage of it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/663274903208496761-8707894574401476886?l=myinkbleed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myinkbleed.blogspot.com/feeds/8707894574401476886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=663274903208496761&amp;postID=8707894574401476886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663274903208496761/posts/default/8707894574401476886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663274903208496761/posts/default/8707894574401476886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myinkbleed.blogspot.com/2008/10/relationship.html' title='Relationship'/><author><name>Mistaken Identitiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15451267295860357393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mUx1BIPdGEs/S00b7nhrNlI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ACqTfKPZ438/S220/2009-12-13+16.20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-663274903208496761.post-4693167144542936321</id><published>2008-10-07T23:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T23:13:46.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Art</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"&gt;Life is your canvas. As a soul, you choose your starting colors - which are your body, your human personality, your country and family of birth. Then you come into your life, with your paintbrushes and colors ready to begin the artwork called your life. This is where most people get stuck. They hand their brushes and paints over to others and wonder later why the painting called their life, is not what they wanted it to be. Your life is not anyone else's fault or responsibility. Your life purpose is to hold your paintbrushes with joy and to paint a picture of life that is true to you - it can never be right or wrong, and you cannot fail at it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/663274903208496761-4693167144542936321?l=myinkbleed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myinkbleed.blogspot.com/feeds/4693167144542936321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=663274903208496761&amp;postID=4693167144542936321' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663274903208496761/posts/default/4693167144542936321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663274903208496761/posts/default/4693167144542936321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myinkbleed.blogspot.com/2008/10/life-art.html' title='Life Art'/><author><name>Mistaken Identitiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15451267295860357393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mUx1BIPdGEs/S00b7nhrNlI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ACqTfKPZ438/S220/2009-12-13+16.20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-663274903208496761.post-2017501706026066366</id><published>2008-10-07T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T22:58:25.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love live Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"&gt;The supreme prayer of my heart is not to be learned, rich, famous, powerful, or "good", but simply to be radiant. I desire to radiate health, cheerfulness, calm courage, and good will. I wish to live without hate, whim, jealousy, envy, fear. I wish to be simple, honest, frank, natural, clean in mind and clean in body, unaffected - as ready to say "I do not know", if it be so, and to meet all men on an absolute equality - to face any obstacle and meet every difficulty unabashed and unafraid. I wish others to live their lives, too - up to their highest, fullest, and best. To that end I pray that I may never meddle, interfere, dictate, give advice that is not wanted, or assist when my services are not needed. If I can help people, I'll do it by giving them a chance to help themselves; and if I can uplift or inspire, let it be by example, inference, and suggestion, rather than by injunction and dictation. That is to say, I desire to be radiant - to radiate life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/663274903208496761-2017501706026066366?l=myinkbleed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myinkbleed.blogspot.com/feeds/2017501706026066366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=663274903208496761&amp;postID=2017501706026066366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663274903208496761/posts/default/2017501706026066366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/663274903208496761/posts/default/2017501706026066366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myinkbleed.blogspot.com/2008/10/love-live-life.html' title='Love live Life'/><author><name>Mistaken Identitiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15451267295860357393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mUx1BIPdGEs/S00b7nhrNlI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ACqTfKPZ438/S220/2009-12-13+16.20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
