<?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-15875011</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:46:33.545-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Head Conditioning</title><subtitle type='html'>"It's like AirConditioning 4 My Head...!"&lt;br&gt;

Wholly emotional..semi-cerebral...seldom updated, and completely unapologetic....What else is a chronic insomniac supposed 2 do...?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stincsspot.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875011/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stincsspot.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ST.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535844567241170711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i264/openmynd/1738c8cb.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875011.post-1274493415622147341</id><published>2007-02-13T04:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T04:11:37.204-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss Of Life</title><summary type='text'>  There must have been an angel by my sideSomething heavenly led me to youLook at the skyIt's the color of loveThere must have been an angel by my sideSomething heavenly came down from aboveHe led me to youHe led me to you He built a bridge to your heartAll the wayHow many tons of love insideI can't say When I was led to youI knew you were the one for meI swear the whole world could feel my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stincsspot.blogspot.com/feeds/1274493415622147341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875011&amp;postID=1274493415622147341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875011/posts/default/1274493415622147341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875011/posts/default/1274493415622147341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stincsspot.blogspot.com/2007/02/kiss-of-life.html' title='Kiss Of Life'/><author><name>ST.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535844567241170711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i264/openmynd/1738c8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875011.post-114862336979198009</id><published>2006-05-26T01:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T02:07:26.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Women Wake The World</title><summary type='text'>Sirens.The female voice.The female voice in song.What is it...  ??That ..,                 ..sound.That makes u raise ur head                    And CLOSE YOUR EYES.               And sing along ...And that  SomehowNo matter how much u like that  BROTHERS song ...   Theres just  something about   When a SISTA starts 2 sing...Women wake the world.                             My 'Tragic' Diva </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stincsspot.blogspot.com/feeds/114862336979198009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875011&amp;postID=114862336979198009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875011/posts/default/114862336979198009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875011/posts/default/114862336979198009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stincsspot.blogspot.com/2006/05/women-wake-world.html' title='Women Wake The World'/><author><name>ST.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535844567241170711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i264/openmynd/1738c8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875011.post-114820678118279365</id><published>2006-05-21T06:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T06:27:48.100-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My mood as of late  .....</title><summary type='text'>HATE most cliches.... (i used 2 know the key stroke to make that stupid little accent that SHOULD b above the e in that..)But they DO say when it rains it pours...............So what happens when the shyt all goes up in flames.............(before any1 freaks out....., no i wasn't actually near the fires that hit Greepoint Bklyn the other week...., but u know i WANTED 2 hot foot it over there.....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stincsspot.blogspot.com/feeds/114820678118279365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875011&amp;postID=114820678118279365' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875011/posts/default/114820678118279365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875011/posts/default/114820678118279365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stincsspot.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-mood-as-of-late.html' title='My mood as of late  .....'/><author><name>ST.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535844567241170711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i264/openmynd/1738c8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875011.post-114652652750887265</id><published>2006-05-01T19:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T19:37:16.223-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Aint That AMERICA...</title><summary type='text'>Pictures from the nearly city wide IMMIGRATION RIGHTS rally, which originated at various spots around the city, then gathered at Union Square Park, near the heart of Greenwich Village.It was a beautiful day 4 a revolution...My heart has always gone out 2 those who have the courage 2 peacefully, and with no ill intent, come here 2 try 2 make something 4 themselves...It's always made me think...If </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stincsspot.blogspot.com/feeds/114652652750887265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875011&amp;postID=114652652750887265' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875011/posts/default/114652652750887265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875011/posts/default/114652652750887265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stincsspot.blogspot.com/2006/05/aint-that-america.html' title='Aint That AMERICA...'/><author><name>ST.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535844567241170711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i264/openmynd/1738c8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875011.post-114573327777152148</id><published>2006-04-22T15:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T21:06:51.253-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Brooklyn Botanical Garden</title><summary type='text'>More pretty pics... (sorry..)Some flowers can b pretty sensual....Yoga dude inspired me 2 go home an finally pop in that Yoga dvd i've had 4 a year and a half....lolDefinitely on my 2-do list this year.....Takin' pics at the Garden obviously wasn't the most ORIGINAL thought, apparently...There were more cameras per square inch than anywhere outside Japan....Remember that old joke u heard in high </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stincsspot.blogspot.com/feeds/114573327777152148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875011&amp;postID=114573327777152148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875011/posts/default/114573327777152148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875011/posts/default/114573327777152148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stincsspot.blogspot.com/2006/04/brooklyn-botanical-garden.html' title='Brooklyn Botanical Garden'/><author><name>ST.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535844567241170711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i264/openmynd/1738c8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875011.post-114542779585728240</id><published>2006-04-19T01:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T02:26:11.253-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"It's a New Dawn, it's a new Day.., it's a new (Spring).."</title><summary type='text'>Okay.It's the first first date i've allowed myself 2 have in a few months (men aint worth shyt - oft times myself included...wink).And it turned out 2b quite the good decision.Did something a lil' different, one of those Yeah-i-should-totally-do-that-but -never-get-around-2-it-type deals...and suggested we go 2 the Brooklyn Botanical Garden.Turned out 2b an excellent day,an excellent idea, with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stincsspot.blogspot.com/feeds/114542779585728240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875011&amp;postID=114542779585728240' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875011/posts/default/114542779585728240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875011/posts/default/114542779585728240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stincsspot.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-new-dawn-its-new-day-its-new.html' title='&quot;It&apos;s a New Dawn, it&apos;s a new Day.., it&apos;s a new (Spring)..&quot;'/><author><name>ST.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535844567241170711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i264/openmynd/1738c8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875011.post-114167782669068815</id><published>2006-03-06T15:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T22:09:50.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rakeena Kabira Glover    Janurary 28,1970 - February 17,2006</title><summary type='text'>She was a beautiful girlAnd now i have 2 miss herShe really changed my worldAnd now i have 2 miss her....She really loved her songsAnd now i have 2 miss herShe was on an adventureAnd she always brought me 'long.....She was fierceAnd not afraid of fightin'For anything she wantedBut if u loved her And made her laughShe fight the world 4 u.........And now.I have 2 miss her.And now instead of saying</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stincsspot.blogspot.com/feeds/114167782669068815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875011&amp;postID=114167782669068815' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875011/posts/default/114167782669068815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875011/posts/default/114167782669068815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stincsspot.blogspot.com/2006/03/rakeena-kabira-glover-janurary-281970.html' title='Rakeena Kabira Glover    Janurary 28,1970 - February 17,2006'/><author><name>ST.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535844567241170711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i264/openmynd/1738c8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875011.post-114072277250265556</id><published>2006-02-23T14:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T14:26:12.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's ALREADY been a YEARS worth of a year..............</title><summary type='text'>....and it's ONLY FEBRURARY.SH-T.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stincsspot.blogspot.com/feeds/114072277250265556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875011&amp;postID=114072277250265556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875011/posts/default/114072277250265556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875011/posts/default/114072277250265556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stincsspot.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-already-been-years-worth-of-year.html' title='It&apos;s ALREADY been a YEARS worth of a year..............'/><author><name>ST.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535844567241170711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i264/openmynd/1738c8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875011.post-113599876659461608</id><published>2005-12-30T21:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T22:16:21.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Let The Bells Ring Out 4 Christmas...And The Closing of The Year..."</title><summary type='text'>Okay.So usually this time of year is PURE HELL.Hate It.Usually.It would start rite b4 Halloween and last until Janurary was a week or so old.Thats been the case since before my teens really.Just awful,always dreaded the end of the year.It always seemed 2 end up being about what a failure i was again,all the things i fucked up or didn't do,how theres no way anything would really change in the year</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stincsspot.blogspot.com/feeds/113599876659461608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875011&amp;postID=113599876659461608' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875011/posts/default/113599876659461608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875011/posts/default/113599876659461608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stincsspot.blogspot.com/2005/12/let-bells-ring-out-4-christmasand.html' title='&quot;Let The Bells Ring Out 4 Christmas...And The Closing of The Year...&quot;'/><author><name>ST.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535844567241170711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i264/openmynd/1738c8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875011.post-113599725225049213</id><published>2005-12-30T21:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T21:47:32.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where All Storys Should  Begin....</title><summary type='text'>This has been 1 of my favorite Central Park spots 4 years......But it never b4 hit me just how ROMANTIC/QOOL/MYSTERIOUSO the name really is....Every story should have a 'Strangers' Gate'........</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stincsspot.blogspot.com/feeds/113599725225049213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875011&amp;postID=113599725225049213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875011/posts/default/113599725225049213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875011/posts/default/113599725225049213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stincsspot.blogspot.com/2005/12/where-all-storys-should-begin.html' title='Where All Storys Should  Begin....'/><author><name>ST.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535844567241170711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i264/openmynd/1738c8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875011.post-113599658364409061</id><published>2005-12-30T21:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T21:38:58.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Pics of the Year</title><summary type='text'>How nice 2 end an amazing year with even more pics i like......Hope u enjoy.....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stincsspot.blogspot.com/feeds/113599658364409061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875011&amp;postID=113599658364409061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875011/posts/default/113599658364409061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875011/posts/default/113599658364409061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stincsspot.blogspot.com/2005/12/last-pics-of-year.html' title='Last Pics of the Year'/><author><name>ST.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535844567241170711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i264/openmynd/1738c8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875011.post-113259943184400843</id><published>2005-11-21T13:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T14:22:01.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SOMETIMES.......</title><summary type='text'>...it's the only thing that'll stick by you.Dream on,playa-Dream On....................................(4 some reason this 1 reminds me of u,Miguelito...When i was first working on it-i did something 2 it that i KNEW YOU would appreciate.....smile...)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stincsspot.blogspot.com/feeds/113259943184400843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875011&amp;postID=113259943184400843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875011/posts/default/113259943184400843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875011/posts/default/113259943184400843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stincsspot.blogspot.com/2005/11/sometimes.html' title='SOMETIMES.......'/><author><name>ST.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535844567241170711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i264/openmynd/1738c8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875011.post-113259778373181566</id><published>2005-11-21T13:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T13:29:43.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not 2 Old...YET</title><summary type='text'>...2 enjoy a little juvenile toilet humor...After much inner debate and gnashing of mental teeth-i decided it was a GOOD thing i got SUCH a kick outta this.Instantly i was dying 2 know who it was that did this. An adult..,or some whippersnapper punk...?And even more interesting-Male or Female...????'Of course' my first assumption is a guy-but-just as quickly i realize THAT'S just knee-jerk latent</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stincsspot.blogspot.com/feeds/113259778373181566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875011&amp;postID=113259778373181566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875011/posts/default/113259778373181566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875011/posts/default/113259778373181566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stincsspot.blogspot.com/2005/11/not-2-oldyet.html' title='Not 2 Old...YET'/><author><name>ST.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535844567241170711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i264/openmynd/1738c8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875011.post-113259498145912640</id><published>2005-11-21T12:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T12:46:55.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Troublesome or Amusing...</title><summary type='text'>Okay.4 some reason-this just really didn't sit well with me (once i thought about it...)Both The Post and The Daily News (mind u these papers take potshots at each other at EVERY opportunity)could somehow ONLY manage 2 come up with the same smarmy,flippant,somewhat dismissive headline...So funny that with all of the actual conglomeration and consolidation thats going on with ALL media-[I once </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stincsspot.blogspot.com/feeds/113259498145912640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875011&amp;postID=113259498145912640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875011/posts/default/113259498145912640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875011/posts/default/113259498145912640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stincsspot.blogspot.com/2005/11/troublesome-or-amusing.html' title='Troublesome or Amusing...'/><author><name>ST.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535844567241170711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i264/openmynd/1738c8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875011.post-113236111278402889</id><published>2005-11-18T19:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T11:21:56.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BUSHIE'S (?)BRAIN(?)</title><summary type='text'>Okay.FINALLY-!!U'know-some of us have been saying this 4 QUITE sometime..........How appropriate that i should come across it where i did,huh....Swear it was there-waiting 4 me as i got off the train headed 2 my mothers house-no further or extra positioning was done by moi whatsoever......</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stincsspot.blogspot.com/feeds/113236111278402889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875011&amp;postID=113236111278402889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875011/posts/default/113236111278402889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875011/posts/default/113236111278402889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stincsspot.blogspot.com/2005/11/bushies-brain.html' title='BUSHIE&apos;S (?)BRAIN(?)'/><author><name>ST.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535844567241170711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i264/openmynd/1738c8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875011.post-113228041627090110</id><published>2005-11-17T20:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T15:05:06.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LAST NITE A DJ  SAVED MY LIFE...</title><summary type='text'>Okay.There is something about the music.There is something about the music in the darkness.There is something about the music and the bodies in the darkness.There is something about the music and the bodies in the darkness moving...I have always  wondered what it was...How the combination of the flashing,strobing,streaking lights-and the banging,the thrumming-the sonic assault(the BASS waves so..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stincsspot.blogspot.com/feeds/113228041627090110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875011&amp;postID=113228041627090110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875011/posts/default/113228041627090110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875011/posts/default/113228041627090110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stincsspot.blogspot.com/2005/11/last-nite-dj-saved-my-life.html' title='LAST NITE A DJ  SAVED MY LIFE...'/><author><name>ST.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535844567241170711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i264/openmynd/1738c8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875011.post-113076595240820832</id><published>2005-10-31T08:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T08:40:05.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Spirit Of All Hallow's Eve...</title><summary type='text'>A shot from this years gay pride...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stincsspot.blogspot.com/feeds/113076595240820832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875011&amp;postID=113076595240820832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875011/posts/default/113076595240820832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875011/posts/default/113076595240820832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stincsspot.blogspot.com/2005/10/in-spirit-of-all-hallows-eve.html' title='In the Spirit Of All Hallow&apos;s Eve...'/><author><name>ST.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535844567241170711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i264/openmynd/1738c8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875011.post-112899568706332117</id><published>2005-10-10T21:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T16:07:29.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Here We Go Again...</title><summary type='text'>Not crasy about ol' Freddy Ferrer..,but-PLEASSSSSE-in the name of all that is unholy!!!!!!No more Billion Dollar Bloomie....The recent ad in which he flaps his lips about 'knowing what it's like 2 look 4 affordable housing' is PARTICULARLY OFFENSIVE.Tried 2 switch away from it 1 nite when it came on-only 2 b assulted with it on TWO other channels........Nearly had an anneruism....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stincsspot.blogspot.com/feeds/112899568706332117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875011&amp;postID=112899568706332117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875011/posts/default/112899568706332117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875011/posts/default/112899568706332117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stincsspot.blogspot.com/2005/10/here-we-go-again.html' title='Here We Go Again...'/><author><name>ST.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535844567241170711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i264/openmynd/1738c8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875011.post-112899490105798452</id><published>2005-10-10T20:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T07:15:28.238-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The List Gets One Shorter...(A Years' Reflection)</title><summary type='text'>Okay.Came across this picture as i cleaned out the Pictures folder of my PowerBook.My memory most resembles a sieve 4 the most part (this is ur memory...-this is ur memory after dozens of years of somewhat regular pot smoking...lol).But the memory of this picture is CRYSTAL KLEEER (KLEEER-another inside note-2 b explained at a later date...)Can't tell u with any real surety how old i am (</summary><link 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src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i264/openmynd/1738c8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875011.post-112898966421930043</id><published>2005-10-10T20:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T20:14:33.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Will Love The BlackMan...</title><summary type='text'>I am 1,and i luv MANY(and not just like THAT,either...................)Heard it said that the BlackMan loving the BlackManis the LAST revoulution...Vive ala Revoulcion!!!(yeah,yeah..,i know-the spelling-git ova it.)1</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stincsspot.blogspot.com/feeds/112898966421930043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875011&amp;postID=112898966421930043' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875011/posts/default/112898966421930043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875011/posts/default/112898966421930043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stincsspot.blogspot.com/2005/10/who-will-love-blackman.html' title='Who Will Love The BlackMan...'/><author><name>ST.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535844567241170711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i264/openmynd/1738c8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875011.post-112741640126525963</id><published>2005-09-22T15:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T15:13:56.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'>4 YEARS WITHOUT MY CITY(written Sept.12,2005</title><summary type='text'>Okay.So it's been 4 years without my city.I only know it's been 4 years because that's what all the news shows and reports say.If i had 2 go go by FEELING,i wouldn't know how long it's been.Beacuse at the same time..it feels like 4ever AND at the SAME time it STILL feels completely unreal,false,like there really still is the littlest chance that SOMEHOW,SOMEWAY it HASN'T REALLY HAPPENED.Somehow </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stincsspot.blogspot.com/feeds/112741640126525963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875011&amp;postID=112741640126525963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875011/posts/default/112741640126525963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875011/posts/default/112741640126525963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stincsspot.blogspot.com/2005/09/4-years-without-my-citywritten.html' title='4 YEARS WITHOUT MY CITY(written Sept.12,2005'/><author><name>ST.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535844567241170711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i264/openmynd/1738c8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875011.post-112741630518940592</id><published>2005-09-22T15:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T15:11:45.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'>LAST SUNDAY OF THE SUMMER 2005</title><summary type='text'>Okay.This one even had kites in the sky, folks.The simplicity of the wind, atop of the slope of a hillside.Unbelievably perfect prerequisite pluffly white clouds, as if placed in a child's' diorama...The sun, warm enuff 4 a kiss, cool enuff 4 a smileThe life of a family, enjoying its unity.There was this perfect guy.., and i (!) got 2 spend the day with him!Peaceful couplings spotted the open </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stincsspot.blogspot.com/feeds/112741630518940592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875011&amp;postID=112741630518940592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875011/posts/default/112741630518940592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875011/posts/default/112741630518940592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stincsspot.blogspot.com/2005/09/last-sunday-of-summer-2005.html' title='LAST SUNDAY OF THE SUMMER 2005'/><author><name>ST.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535844567241170711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i264/openmynd/1738c8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875011.post-112741621637500243</id><published>2005-09-22T15:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T15:10:16.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SHAKE THE ANGER 1: A GULF OF 2 TOWERS</title><summary type='text'>I'm STILL having 2 shake the anger from my body.The more i learn the more i have 2 4get temporarily, push it out of my immediate mind...I see Bush. I see Cheney. I see Rove. I see Rice.And all i see is EVIL.I think of the FIRST unknown brother, lost 2 "big diseease with a little name"I FEEL my brother, lost, today.I see thousands of people left behind.Water as far as the eye can see.I see a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stincsspot.blogspot.com/feeds/112741621637500243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875011&amp;postID=112741621637500243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875011/posts/default/112741621637500243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875011/posts/default/112741621637500243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stincsspot.blogspot.com/2005/09/shake-anger-1-gulf-of-2-towers.html' title='SHAKE THE ANGER 1: A GULF OF 2 TOWERS'/><author><name>ST.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535844567241170711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i264/openmynd/1738c8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875011.post-112654532532665194</id><published>2005-09-12T13:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T13:15:25.330-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT I WANT(Much abridged...)</title><summary type='text'>Okay.[FULL DISCLOSURE : So, like...this was kinda written 2 b like, general..but, um..as it turns out...there is somebody whose face keeps getting put in the HIM spot in each of these. And he'll know who he is...]I want 2 tell him all the dirt about an ex of mine that we run into one night when were together.I want 2 make him spaghetti.I want 2 hold him as he cries when we get back from the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stincsspot.blogspot.com/feeds/112654532532665194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875011&amp;postID=112654532532665194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875011/posts/default/112654532532665194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875011/posts/default/112654532532665194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stincsspot.blogspot.com/2005/09/what-i-wantmuch-abridged.html' title='WHAT I WANT(Much abridged...)'/><author><name>ST.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535844567241170711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i264/openmynd/1738c8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875011.post-112605451685563412</id><published>2005-09-06T20:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T20:55:16.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HOW 2 PRACTICE EVIL (and get away with it)</title><summary type='text'>By Condoleezza Rice, Donald Rumsfeld, and Karl Rove1.Tell BOLDFACE lies with an absolutely straight face. Repeat if necessary. [See also #2]2.Switch it up sometimes. Instead of an OUTRIGHT LIE, tell a 'version' of the truth with whatever OMISSIONS are advantageous at the time.3.DISTRACTION. (I.E. If 11 of the 12 so called 9/11 bombers are from Saudi Arabia, 'discover' weapons of mass destruction </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stincsspot.blogspot.com/feeds/112605451685563412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875011&amp;postID=112605451685563412' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875011/posts/default/112605451685563412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875011/posts/default/112605451685563412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stincsspot.blogspot.com/2005/09/how-2-practice-evil-and-get-away-with.html' title='HOW 2 PRACTICE EVIL (and get away with it)'/><author><name>ST.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535844567241170711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i264/openmynd/1738c8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875011.post-112605434867708921</id><published>2005-09-06T20:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T20:52:28.683-04:00</updated><title type='text'>APOLOGIES ARE IN ORDER.</title><summary type='text'>For Mary G., Hector R., and H.R.(In random order)I'm sorry if, at the end, my uncle seemed a little bit like he just wanted u gone. I know u know how hard and complicated the feelings involved in being a long-time caretaker can be. And i know u know how much he ABSOLUTELY loved u. And i'm sorry i wasn't there 2 help him.I'm sorry i wasn't mature, enlightened, or kind enuff 2 pay attention when u </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stincsspot.blogspot.com/feeds/112605434867708921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875011&amp;postID=112605434867708921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875011/posts/default/112605434867708921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875011/posts/default/112605434867708921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stincsspot.blogspot.com/2005/09/apologies-are-in-order.html' title='APOLOGIES ARE IN ORDER.'/><author><name>ST.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535844567241170711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i264/openmynd/1738c8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875011.post-112551867145069982</id><published>2005-08-31T16:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T16:27:32.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Smoke List</title><summary type='text'>Okay.Forgot 2 ask mom 4 a take home joint.Shit.Started thinking...BEFORE I DIEI want 2 smoke in a hot air balloon over the Valley of Kings.I want 2 smoke right b4 swimming with the dolphins.I want 2 smoke watching Prince perform live.I want 2 dance with the Aborigines at the foot of Devils' Tower, and smoke.I want 2 climb Mount Kilimanjaro as high as i can, and smoke.I want 2 ride a gondola thru </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stincsspot.blogspot.com/feeds/112551867145069982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875011&amp;postID=112551867145069982' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875011/posts/default/112551867145069982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875011/posts/default/112551867145069982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stincsspot.blogspot.com/2005/08/smoke-list.html' title='The Smoke List'/><author><name>ST.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535844567241170711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i264/openmynd/1738c8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875011.post-112544571014974046</id><published>2005-08-30T19:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T19:48:30.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Truths(?)</title><summary type='text'>Okay.Mayb i'm conflicted now about calling these 'truths'.Tru-isms,mayb..?Is there a diff..?Wonder what the definition of truism actually is....Got this as a 4ward sometime back.usually hate these things,but hey-'right' is 'RIGHT'. TEN TRUTHS BLACK AND HISPANIC PEOPLE KNOW, BUT WHITE PEOPLE WON'T ADMIT:      1. Elvis is dead  2.  Jesus was NOT white   3. Rap music is here to stay     4. KISSING </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stincsspot.blogspot.com/feeds/112544571014974046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875011&amp;postID=112544571014974046' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875011/posts/default/112544571014974046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875011/posts/default/112544571014974046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stincsspot.blogspot.com/2005/08/10-truths.html' title='10 Truths(?)'/><author><name>ST.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535844567241170711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i264/openmynd/1738c8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875011.post-112544522795100969</id><published>2005-08-30T19:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T19:40:27.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Disaster Slut, revisited</title><summary type='text'>Okay.Well.Wasn't thinking about the tears, when i was anticipating the pics of the aftermath of Katrina. I mean i own up 2 bawling at phone and beverage commercials during the holidays, but i was a little surprised at how stunned and deeply felt my reaction 2 some of the video and interviews with the survivors of Katrina's visit was, and is.Didn't really think there'd b the death toll there has </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stincsspot.blogspot.com/feeds/112544522795100969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875011&amp;postID=112544522795100969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875011/posts/default/112544522795100969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875011/posts/default/112544522795100969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stincsspot.blogspot.com/2005/08/disaster-slut-revisited.html' title='Disaster Slut, revisited'/><author><name>ST.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535844567241170711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i264/openmynd/1738c8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875011.post-112542226180150436</id><published>2005-08-30T13:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T19:43:04.223-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Time 2 tackle this...</title><summary type='text'>Okay.Time 2 tackle why u fuck me up so much.  First some facts.I like 2 watch u.I like 2 watch u with people. Before i even got 2 see u in a group (other than class) i knew u were 1 of those people who changed the energy of the place u were in. That's extremely powerful. Sometimes when u look at me, and i'm looking back at ur eyes (i haven't really looked 2 far in to them , yet-i've been 2 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stincsspot.blogspot.com/feeds/112542226180150436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875011&amp;postID=112542226180150436' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875011/posts/default/112542226180150436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875011/posts/default/112542226180150436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stincsspot.blogspot.com/2005/08/time-2-tackle-this.html' title='Time 2 tackle this...'/><author><name>ST.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535844567241170711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i264/openmynd/1738c8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875011.post-112542213072991056</id><published>2005-08-30T13:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T13:15:30.740-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Denial vs. Distraction</title><summary type='text'>Okay.So like my shyt is distraction. I think most people employ denial as a coping skill. I'm pretty sure mine is distraction. I've spent ALOT of my life distracting myself from whatever it was i'd rather not deal with, with whatever the hell i could. Useless hanging out, drugs, soul-killing, empty friendships, playing the cute, stupid, sexxxy biracial hottie, or drugs, or whatever it was. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stincsspot.blogspot.com/feeds/112542213072991056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875011&amp;postID=112542213072991056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875011/posts/default/112542213072991056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875011/posts/default/112542213072991056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stincsspot.blogspot.com/2005/08/denial-vs-distraction.html' title='Denial vs. Distraction'/><author><name>ST.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535844567241170711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i264/openmynd/1738c8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875011.post-112542077951393298</id><published>2005-08-30T12:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T12:52:59.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of a disaster slut(Ode 2 Katrina)</title><summary type='text'>Okay.Hello.My name is ST., and i'm a disaster slut.HELLO, ST.So as soon as Katrina had left a mostly unprepared Florida blinking and stunned by her roughness (she was, after all, at that point only a Category 1 storm, barely upgraded from a tropical storm), i couldn't WAIT 2 c the pics of the damage she was gonna do 2 the Louisiana/Naw'Leans area.I've always wondered what that is about. Why do </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stincsspot.blogspot.com/feeds/112542077951393298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875011&amp;postID=112542077951393298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875011/posts/default/112542077951393298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875011/posts/default/112542077951393298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stincsspot.blogspot.com/2005/08/confessions-of-disaster-slutode-2.html' title='Confessions of a disaster slut(Ode 2 Katrina)'/><author><name>ST.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535844567241170711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i264/openmynd/1738c8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875011.post-112519216607961586</id><published>2005-08-27T21:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T21:22:46.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Blog Cherry...</title><summary type='text'>...is now popped,i guess..Been inspired by several strong, brilliantly shinning spirits 2 consider 2 do..'this'..,whatever 'this' might/will b....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stincsspot.blogspot.com/feeds/112519216607961586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875011&amp;postID=112519216607961586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875011/posts/default/112519216607961586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875011/posts/default/112519216607961586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stincsspot.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-blog-cherry.html' title='My Blog Cherry...'/><author><name>ST.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535844567241170711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i264/openmynd/1738c8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
