<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-426705233366798729</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Thu, 02 Apr 2009 01:40:36 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>nsipid: honestly no spelling</title><description>My worst thoughts.</description><link>http://nsipid.com/index.htm</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Gabriel)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-426705233366798729.post-1807148282240539483</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Feb 2009 18:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-27T14:44:46.521-05:00</atom:updated><title>°•.(˘_˘) ration all riot</title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I tackle hope and popes and pray looking sideways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rememory climbs lies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- climb with me silently and stare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;—&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--—-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;----—-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;------—-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://res1.blogblog.com/tracker/426705233366798729-1807148282240539483?l=nsipid.com%2Findex.htm'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nsipid.com/2009/02/ration-all.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gabriel)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-426705233366798729.post-1063185183628573896</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 Jan 2009 17:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-31T08:27:23.556-05:00</atom:updated><title>My ship's anchor is flying through the air.</title><description>Also, there's a manipulator in control. Waves abuse the hull.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://res1.blogblog.com/tracker/426705233366798729-1063185183628573896?l=nsipid.com%2Findex.htm'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nsipid.com/2009/01/my-ships-anchor-is-flying-through-air.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gabriel)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-426705233366798729.post-1612297337206260240</guid><pubDate>Fri, 12 Dec 2008 04:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-02T14:45:31.508-05:00</atom:updated><title>Light Night (Re)New</title><description>Twilight, star bright, won't you sing to sleep to night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://res1.blogblog.com/tracker/426705233366798729-1612297337206260240?l=nsipid.com%2Findex.htm'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nsipid.com/2008/12/light-night-new.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gabriel)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>