<?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-13595054</id><updated>2011-11-18T02:00:22.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Collection Of Incomplete Thoughts...</title><subtitle type='html'>AVANT-GARDE REVOLUTION...
ELITISM FOR EVERYBODY.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarboytyler.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13595054/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarboytyler.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12166593909802574184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://myspace-087.vo.llnwd.net/00175/78/08/175748087_l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13595054.post-113078199686647387</id><published>2005-10-31T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T10:06:36.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>think about this for a minute, aye? If God can exist a priori and have no explaination why can't the universe likewise exist without explaination and also be without any creator whatsoever? I am that I am can apply to both, if you think of both as being an origin. one is as likely as the other to be the truth. so why is it that people can't agree. with or without God we are here right now and we are discussing the very thing. does discussing God not necessarily make him real? by the very fact that we have the idea we have to have gotten the idea from some perception of our senses. and whether or not we do learn from the senses then we would have our conception from our very beginning or whence we found in our perception that we had the idea of God outlined. could it be that God does not exist for the person until they have percieved that he might exist? i know that for me the fact that i have no evidence that any such being exists strongly undermines my belief in his existence. i have found that those with the strongest faith have had the supernatural happen to them when they most needed to see it. it may be in their mind only but in either case it is there for them to form into the idea that there must be some force out there looking out for our well-being. i think that the first religions built upon this protective force and became more elaborate as they went along until you had the codification of laws that were divinely inspired to rule the way a person lives not only here but in the hereafter. thus, according to my argument, religion flows out of the archaic need for organization in a seemingly disorganized world using as its means rules by which life should be led.&lt;br /&gt;that is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13595054-113078199686647387?l=guitarboytyler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarboytyler.blogspot.com/feeds/113078199686647387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13595054&amp;postID=113078199686647387' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13595054/posts/default/113078199686647387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13595054/posts/default/113078199686647387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarboytyler.blogspot.com/2005/10/think-about-this-for-minute-aye-if-god.html' title=''/><author><name>the great white hype</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09270657452110942855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7911/528/1600/frantisek%20kupka.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13595054.post-113038282995351264</id><published>2005-10-26T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T20:13:49.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FLARE YOUR SKIRT AND TAKE A BOW....</title><content type='html'>Hey sweetheart! Are you having a good day? Well, I sure hope so... You deserve to have a good day or two :) ... Kelsie, you are so amazing and so wonderful and so outstandingly beautiful... You're perfect. I love every little thing about you and every moment that you've spent lying in my arms. I'm sooooo glad that I can just simply be sitting here with you and feel safer and more at home than ever before... We sure have a lot of memories, don't we&gt;? Probably more than I can count.. Or more than I have with anyone/anything else.... I wish I had every second I've spent with you on video so that I could go back and watch them whenever I'm missing you..... But I don't... The closest thing I've got are some pictures.... But you know what they say, "A picture says a thousand words".... Follow me up to the treefort so I can show you just what I mean ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13595054-113038282995351264?l=guitarboytyler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarboytyler.blogspot.com/feeds/113038282995351264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13595054&amp;postID=113038282995351264' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13595054/posts/default/113038282995351264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13595054/posts/default/113038282995351264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarboytyler.blogspot.com/2005/10/flare-your-skirt-and-take-bow.html' title='FLARE YOUR SKIRT AND TAKE A BOW....'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12166593909802574184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://myspace-087.vo.llnwd.net/00175/78/08/175748087_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13595054.post-112430980927122711</id><published>2005-08-17T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T13:16:49.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Grandiloquent Harangue in Regards of Chauvinism in America's Economy...</title><content type='html'>First off, I'd like to apologize for the lengthy title... I found it fit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many of us [Americans] actually realize how pejorative of a people we are? We disdain all others; races, countries, RELIGIONS (this is a topic that perturbs my thought daily... religions [and the rejection/acceptance of them] have proved to be [in some circumstances] quite pernicious... only resulting in calamity and division between the nations), etc. True, most other non-democratic nations are cretinous in a comparative of government... But that gives us no right to gloat! Businessmen, although superior in Corporate America, are no better than any other person, yet seem to have the mindset that they are. Does the "Director of Corporate Real Estate" for a major corporation do any more (if not less) work than say a car mechanic? No. So why does society reward him with greater accolade than the mechanic? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know...Our country is filled with (and GOVERNED by) the ignoramus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although grateful to live in such a well established society, I often times find myself feeling sordid to be part of such a condescending society (for I cannot [nor do I wish to] physical emancipate myself from our society... but that won't alter nor allay my indecision to conform to the stereotypes that infatuate our society on a daily basis). &lt;br /&gt;So, if anyone has a thought on this topic (or would like to criticize me), feel free to comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Osalamamolega my brotha's and sista's! &lt;br /&gt;-Tyler-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13595054-112430980927122711?l=guitarboytyler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarboytyler.blogspot.com/feeds/112430980927122711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13595054&amp;postID=112430980927122711' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13595054/posts/default/112430980927122711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13595054/posts/default/112430980927122711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarboytyler.blogspot.com/2005/08/grandiloquent-harangue-in-regards-of.html' title='A Grandiloquent Harangue in Regards of Chauvinism in America&apos;s Economy...'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12166593909802574184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://myspace-087.vo.llnwd.net/00175/78/08/175748087_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13595054.post-112318852586572768</id><published>2005-08-04T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T13:54:51.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S FUNNY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;Table width=120 height=90 border=0&gt;&lt;td align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myveo.com/amember/clips/clips.php?mid=6119" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="1" src="http://xtreme1.myveo.com/~myveo/amember/thumbnails/6119.Rejected Cartoons.jpg" width="120" height="90"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/Table&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myveo.com/amember/clips/clips.php?mid=6119"&gt;Video Clip&lt;/a&gt; by MyVeo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rejected Cartoons!!!! Watch! Bitches.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13595054-112318852586572768?l=guitarboytyler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarboytyler.blogspot.com/feeds/112318852586572768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13595054&amp;postID=112318852586572768' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13595054/posts/default/112318852586572768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13595054/posts/default/112318852586572768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarboytyler.blogspot.com/2005/08/its-funny.html' title='IT&apos;S FUNNY!'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12166593909802574184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://myspace-087.vo.llnwd.net/00175/78/08/175748087_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13595054.post-112252614922822716</id><published>2005-07-27T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T11:25:47.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apparently, sex should negate love...</title><content type='html'>Lately I find myself quite perturbed in the matter of our society’s licentiousness. I have lost all of the little respect that I once possessed for our debauchery filled country. The incongruous media that fills our heads everyday is sickening. It is creating extremely sycophantic individuals, which can only result in calamitous conclusions. Pornography will depredate all traces of the little demure left in today’s teens (namely females) by the time that our fathers have passed on into their eternity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flesh is weak and will disdain your soul to its own desires. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your body is your temple… through botch, bruise, ruin, and violation. Deplete your body of morality and all that is inculpable… your temple of spiritual wealth and all of its contents will fall to ruin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only pain can be found in search of debauchery…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13595054-112252614922822716?l=guitarboytyler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarboytyler.blogspot.com/feeds/112252614922822716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13595054&amp;postID=112252614922822716' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13595054/posts/default/112252614922822716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13595054/posts/default/112252614922822716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarboytyler.blogspot.com/2005/07/apparently-sex-should-negate-love.html' title='Apparently, sex &lt;em&gt;should&lt;/em&gt; negate love...'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12166593909802574184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://myspace-087.vo.llnwd.net/00175/78/08/175748087_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13595054.post-112192597678912697</id><published>2005-07-20T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T23:09:09.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Imperious State of Intellectual Challenge towards Society</title><content type='html'>I am presumptuous…I am precocious, contemptuous, and aristocratic…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am everything that you dare not to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I do not conform to society nor am I bound by its restraints.&lt;br /&gt;I possess an astuteness that confounds the majority of my “equals” (or so would they be named from the mouths of my elders).&lt;br /&gt;How can any persons have authority over me who do not exceed that astuteness? For my haughtiness tells me that there are few of my own elders who do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What good is my knowledge if it can be condemned by the banal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Tyler-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13595054-112192597678912697?l=guitarboytyler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarboytyler.blogspot.com/feeds/112192597678912697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13595054&amp;postID=112192597678912697' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13595054/posts/default/112192597678912697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13595054/posts/default/112192597678912697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarboytyler.blogspot.com/2005/07/imperious-state-of-intellectual.html' title='An Imperious State of Intellectual Challenge towards Society'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12166593909802574184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://myspace-087.vo.llnwd.net/00175/78/08/175748087_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13595054.post-112180072290206103</id><published>2005-07-19T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T12:18:42.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love that brendan brought up the discussion of why God doesn't exist. because you can't know but you can have an opinion. it's like bad science. i always have loved the argument from the lack of free will due to God's plan leading into a discussion of how God must embody evil at least as much as he does good. this is because he, in his omnipotence, created the forces of evil knowing full well all the destruction, pestilence and strife they would call. this tacit approval means that he allowed the creation of evil. it's like not voting. by not you give your approval for the administration that comes and what it does. would there be any doubt that if you let Bush become elected with your purposeful action that it is equally your fault as it is someone who voted for him? yes! you are at fault because you failed to prevent the terrible result. so then  God is more responsible for being evil because he not only knew what would happen by his actions but also encouraged it through the creation of the agents of destruction. this is why God is necessarily both good and evil incarnate. so how can you worship someone who brought about all of the suffering you see?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13595054-112180072290206103?l=guitarboytyler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarboytyler.blogspot.com/feeds/112180072290206103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13595054&amp;postID=112180072290206103' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13595054/posts/default/112180072290206103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13595054/posts/default/112180072290206103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarboytyler.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-love-that-brendan-brought-up.html' title=''/><author><name>the great white hype</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09270657452110942855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7911/528/1600/frantisek%20kupka.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13595054.post-112093671480795690</id><published>2005-07-09T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T12:18:34.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oedipus couldn't beat this!</title><content type='html'>i have a story of great tragedy to share with you all. it will make you cry and run home to tell your mother you need hot cocoa. it will make you lament my fate. it will make you pity me like Sophoclese's protagonist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my fly is broken and won't stay up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13595054-112093671480795690?l=guitarboytyler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarboytyler.blogspot.com/feeds/112093671480795690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13595054&amp;postID=112093671480795690' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13595054/posts/default/112093671480795690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13595054/posts/default/112093671480795690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarboytyler.blogspot.com/2005/07/oedipus-couldnt-beat-this.html' title='Oedipus couldn&apos;t beat this!'/><author><name>the great white hype</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09270657452110942855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7911/528/1600/frantisek%20kupka.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13595054.post-112068032556242636</id><published>2005-07-06T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T13:05:25.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything is Illuminated(with an i at the inception)</title><content type='html'>is one of the best books you'll read this year. its imagination and the scope of character developement make you feel like you're living the life of a 17th century jewish woman. even though you and the guy writing aren't women.&lt;br /&gt;that is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13595054-112068032556242636?l=guitarboytyler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarboytyler.blogspot.com/feeds/112068032556242636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13595054&amp;postID=112068032556242636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13595054/posts/default/112068032556242636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13595054/posts/default/112068032556242636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarboytyler.blogspot.com/2005/07/everything-is-illuminatedwith-i-at.html' title='Everything is Illuminated(with an i at the inception)'/><author><name>the great white hype</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09270657452110942855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7911/528/1600/frantisek%20kupka.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13595054.post-112044379535333274</id><published>2005-07-03T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T19:23:15.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloody Cursed (Unpredictable [UNRELIABLE!]) Weather of Colorado!</title><content type='html'>Damn Colorado weather had to go and ruin my day (such as it ALWAYS does!)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I feel fat.&lt;br /&gt;And unmotivated to do anything about it (the weather has so many other effects on top of its initial intentions).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pissed right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get moody when I don't receive my daily endorphins that are associated with exercise...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13595054-112044379535333274?l=guitarboytyler.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://myspace-087.vo.llnwd.net/00175/78/08/175748087_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13595054.post-112036887211785724</id><published>2005-07-02T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T22:34:32.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're All A Little Homoerotic...</title><content type='html'>It's true! And you know it! &lt;br /&gt;The question is... &lt;br /&gt;To what extent are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  -Your Equal In Homoeroticism, &lt;br /&gt;                                             Tyler-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13595054-112036887211785724?l=guitarboytyler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarboytyler.blogspot.com/feeds/112036887211785724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13595054&amp;postID=112036887211785724' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13595054/posts/default/112036887211785724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13595054/posts/default/112036887211785724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarboytyler.blogspot.com/2005/07/were-all-little-homoerotic.html' title='We&apos;re All A Little Homoerotic...'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12166593909802574184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://myspace-087.vo.llnwd.net/00175/78/08/175748087_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13595054.post-112029395778533391</id><published>2005-07-02T01:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T01:45:57.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What good is anything if we're all equal????</title><content type='html'>"What good is my freedom if even the most unclean hands can touch it? What good is my wisdom if even the dumb can dictate to me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayn Rand, Anthem &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If it weren't for the Church there would no such thing as a free thinker."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friedrich Nietzsche, The Geneology of Morality&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13595054-112029395778533391?l=guitarboytyler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarboytyler.blogspot.com/feeds/112029395778533391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13595054&amp;postID=112029395778533391' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13595054/posts/default/112029395778533391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13595054/posts/default/112029395778533391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarboytyler.blogspot.com/2005/07/what-good-is-anything-if-were-all.html' title='What good is anything if we&apos;re all equal????'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984839075098947349</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13595054.post-112027897065719082</id><published>2005-07-01T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T21:37:08.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brendan... I Am In Love With You...</title><content type='html'>Haha, thank you for being insightful!&lt;br /&gt;(And for thinking on a level of superiority to that of the majority of the world)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to start debates and conversations (like the ones we just had/are having) on Myspace... Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I will never have to resort to that again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13595054-112027897065719082?l=guitarboytyler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarboytyler.blogspot.com/feeds/112027897065719082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13595054&amp;postID=112027897065719082' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13595054/posts/default/112027897065719082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13595054/posts/default/112027897065719082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarboytyler.blogspot.com/2005/07/brendan-i-am-in-love-with-you.html' title='Brendan... I Am In Love With You...'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12166593909802574184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://myspace-087.vo.llnwd.net/00175/78/08/175748087_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13595054.post-112027508047274322</id><published>2005-07-01T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T20:32:44.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God didn't wanna be such a control freak....</title><content type='html'>I'll start with some observations on sin according to general Christian dogma. In Christianity turning the other cheek, being polite, and being kind are values held in high regard. Now personally, a slap in the face(both metaphorically and physically) is the best thing you can give someone. Embarassment and harsh criticism leads to great personal growth(as brutish as it sounds). Shame is the soil in which we harvest our pride. So being kind will only take you(and society) so far. People recieve way to much pity(anbd repentance) for being stupid in our society. So in Christianity, this weakness, this so called strength, is seen as being righteous. It's meek and unproductive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for other sins I can basically agree with the Christian dogma. Yeah it is bad to kill, so long as we want to retain a semblance of society stealing is bad. I can agree that adultery is bad, the purpose of life is to love and ask questions in that order. Adultery makes your monogamy and commitment meaningless. However, waiting for sex until marriage, that's kind of a joke. What is so evil about sex? We are made to have sex, we are anatomically outfitted to have sexual intercourse. What does marriage mean necassarily anyways, that you have a piece of paper that says, "Yup, you're married now you can fuck." Pardon my language. But honestly, sex can be a tool of emotional and spiritual communion, and it's not sinful. It can be meaningless, no doubt, which I find unappealing. But as I've stated(and will do again for the sake of redundancy), sex can be wholesome, fulfilling, and beautiful. Oh yes, and gratifying(hehehe). Additionally, waiting until marriage for the sake of pleasing God in the hopes of acheiving a great afterlife goes completely against the "eternal return of the same"(Nietzsche). Live life like you mean it, what if there is NO afterlife, what if this is your one moment? What if there is no eternity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for a closing thought and an arguement against the existence of God(although in the face of nihilism, all arguements are futile for our existence itself is a debatable topic). If God has a plan for us how can we have any free will. You're going to end up wherever the hell God decides to put you. So in the face of God all resistance is futile. You have no free will at all in light of God's "all knowingness." This, for me, is one of the greatest(although it is one of many) contradictions in the Bible(I hate capitalizing God and Bible). Another thing about god's all knowingness as it relates to our being able to acheive anything through god. If I believe in Jesus Christ and the heavenly father anything is possible, correct? What if the ONLY thing I want from god is for him not to know, for him to let me be Brendan Harrison(not Brendan Harrison a creation of god) for one second. All I want is for god to let me be alone for five minutes. Can God grant me my one wish......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brendan Munro Harrison&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13595054-112027508047274322?l=guitarboytyler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarboytyler.blogspot.com/feeds/112027508047274322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13595054&amp;postID=112027508047274322' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13595054/posts/default/112027508047274322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13595054/posts/default/112027508047274322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarboytyler.blogspot.com/2005/07/god-didnt-wanna-be-such-control-freak.html' title='God didn&apos;t wanna be such a control freak....'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984839075098947349</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><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13595054.post-112025778496761177</id><published>2005-07-01T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T15:54:42.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Be Your Pessemistic Adversary</title><content type='html'>What if I were to tell you that everything you believe in… everything you stand for is wrong? If I (not knowing either what you believe nor what you stand for) tell you (and believe with all heart and actuality) that whatever you think is true, is actually a falsehood… how would you respond? Would you be angry with me (maybe straying from the dogma of the very belief you are fighting for)? … Or would you just try and prove me wrong? I want to hear why you think that whatever it is that you believe (weather it be God, Nihilism, sex, drugs, money, yourself, love, etc.) is true… So, you can leave a comment with any type of response that your little heart desires... and I will be there to prove you wrong. Talk to you soon.&lt;br /&gt;The few,&lt;br /&gt;The proud,&lt;br /&gt;The Hyperborean. (Tyler)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13595054-112025778496761177?l=guitarboytyler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarboytyler.blogspot.com/feeds/112025778496761177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13595054&amp;postID=112025778496761177' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13595054/posts/default/112025778496761177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13595054/posts/default/112025778496761177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarboytyler.blogspot.com/2005/07/ill-be-your-pessemistic-adversary.html' title='I&apos;ll Be Your Pessemistic Adversary'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12166593909802574184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://myspace-087.vo.llnwd.net/00175/78/08/175748087_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13595054.post-112011396091829130</id><published>2005-06-29T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T23:46:00.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Werewolves!</title><content type='html'>Does anyone believe in Lycanthropy? This topic has lately piques my ever so questioning mind... What if it is possible? Not necessarily physically, but what about mentally? Could Lycanthropy be considered a disease to the mental state of being? I personally think that it is possible… If there are mental diseases that can cause people to believe that they are insufficient to society (to life!), why is it so profound to think that someone might actually be convinced that they are lycanthropic (in turn, actually making them lycanthropic due to the fact that their mind makes it real [to them])? Yet again, not in a physical state (although if the mind is truly convinced that the body is lycanthropic, it is not completely out of the question for the body to start adapting to what it’s mind thinks is all actuality) … I apologize, now I am just rambling aimlessly. Well, if anyone has any thoughts on this topic or would just like to criticize me for it… I would be very accepting. (In all hopes that there is anyone who didn't stop halfway through my random tangent)… Thank you for your time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13595054-112011396091829130?l=guitarboytyler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarboytyler.blogspot.com/feeds/112011396091829130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13595054&amp;postID=112011396091829130' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13595054/posts/default/112011396091829130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13595054/posts/default/112011396091829130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarboytyler.blogspot.com/2005/06/werewolves.html' title='Werewolves!'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12166593909802574184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://myspace-087.vo.llnwd.net/00175/78/08/175748087_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13595054.post-111920766389680191</id><published>2005-06-19T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T12:01:03.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you aren't strong enough or smart enough to create it, what makes you think you can perfect it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13595054-111920766389680191?l=guitarboytyler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarboytyler.blogspot.com/feeds/111920766389680191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13595054&amp;postID=111920766389680191' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13595054/posts/default/111920766389680191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13595054/posts/default/111920766389680191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarboytyler.blogspot.com/2005/06/if-you-arent-strong-enough-or-smart.html' title=''/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12166593909802574184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://myspace-087.vo.llnwd.net/00175/78/08/175748087_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13595054.post-111871170600714616</id><published>2005-06-13T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T18:15:06.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell Me What You Want!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so this is going to be an open post where you guys leave comments letting me know what music videos you want to see on my page. So... Comment away!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13595054-111871170600714616?l=guitarboytyler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarboytyler.blogspot.com/feeds/111871170600714616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13595054&amp;postID=111871170600714616' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13595054/posts/default/111871170600714616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13595054/posts/default/111871170600714616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarboytyler.blogspot.com/2005/06/tell-me-what-you-want.html' title='Tell Me What You Want!'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12166593909802574184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://myspace-087.vo.llnwd.net/00175/78/08/175748087_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13595054.post-111855879061050381</id><published>2005-06-11T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T23:46:30.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow... I posted 4 (now 5) blogs today.... And I expect commentary on all of them. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13595054-111855879061050381?l=guitarboytyler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarboytyler.blogspot.com/feeds/111855879061050381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13595054&amp;postID=111855879061050381' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13595054/posts/default/111855879061050381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13595054/posts/default/111855879061050381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarboytyler.blogspot.com/2005/06/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12166593909802574184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://myspace-087.vo.llnwd.net/00175/78/08/175748087_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13595054.post-111855850642852952</id><published>2005-06-11T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T23:41:46.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's very late...</title><content type='html'>What am I waiting for? It has just occurred to me that I always seem to be awaiting something. Although I never know what I'm waiting for, it always seems to be such. For example... I am EXTREMELY tired at the moment and yet I don't want to go to bed due to the fact that I'm waiting for a nondescript "something" to persuade me to. It could be anything. Or.. Maybe I'm waiting for something interesting to fall into my lap to keep me up all night. I really don't know. Either way... I'm waiting for something and I don't know why. Actually... It seems like EVERYONE is waiting for something... All the time. Maybe your waiting for tomorrow... Not specifically an event that might occur tomorrow... Just.. Tomorrow. Or maybe your waiting for that one person that you want to talk to more than anyone else in the world, just to simply get online so you can write them..... Maybe that's what I'm waiting for right now... I don't know... But none the less, every person in this world is waiting for something... Weather its for lunch, love, money, sex, an answer, God, a shower, a bed, happiness, death... Or for the one thing that you want so bad but you can't have without killing something beautiful... Therefore knowing that it will never come... But still you wait. So why am I still waiting?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13595054-111855850642852952?l=guitarboytyler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarboytyler.blogspot.com/feeds/111855850642852952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13595054&amp;postID=111855850642852952' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13595054/posts/default/111855850642852952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13595054/posts/default/111855850642852952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarboytyler.blogspot.com/2005/06/its-very-late.html' title='It&apos;s very late...'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12166593909802574184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://myspace-087.vo.llnwd.net/00175/78/08/175748087_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13595054.post-111855048061013253</id><published>2005-06-11T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T21:28:00.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Bones</title><content type='html'>So, as you can tell, I am in quite the lazy mood today. I really didn't have anything to say so I just decided to post a music video and some not too lengthy song lyrics that I didn't even write. I have actually been lazy in every aspect of today... I didn't do shit. I sat here and watched music videos all day... And I ate. O God! Why did I work out and diet so strenuously all week just to end it like this? I don't know... Don't you ever have those days when you just feel like doing absolutely nothing? I actually have those days quite frequently... But towards the end of the day, I always seem to regret everything that I DIDN'T do... And then I just end up feeling like crap about myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13595054-111855048061013253?l=guitarboytyler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarboytyler.blogspot.com/feeds/111855048061013253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13595054&amp;postID=111855048061013253' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13595054/posts/default/111855048061013253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13595054/posts/default/111855048061013253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarboytyler.blogspot.com/2005/06/lazy-bones.html' title='Lazy Bones'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12166593909802574184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://myspace-087.vo.llnwd.net/00175/78/08/175748087_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13595054.post-111851575638413113</id><published>2005-06-11T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T11:49:16.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Face : Face</title><content type='html'>Leech with two daughters.&lt;br /&gt;"Give, give they cry."&lt;br /&gt;Her name is, she is a liar. I refuse to be hers.&lt;br /&gt;A kiss from her is one of the grave.&lt;br /&gt;Bullets by her mouthful, an enemy at the six.&lt;br /&gt;She simply will not die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13595054-111851575638413113?l=guitarboytyler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarboytyler.blogspot.com/feeds/111851575638413113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13595054&amp;postID=111851575638413113' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13595054/posts/default/111851575638413113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13595054/posts/default/111851575638413113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarboytyler.blogspot.com/2005/06/face-face.html' title='Face : Face'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12166593909802574184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://myspace-087.vo.llnwd.net/00175/78/08/175748087_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
