﻿<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>Rini_RabidBunni's Xanga</title><link>http://rini-rabidbunni.xanga.com/</link><description>Latest Xanga weblog from Rini_RabidBunni</description><language>en-us</language><ttl>60</ttl><image><title>The Weblog Community</title><url>http://s.xanga.com/images/xangalogobutton.gif</url><link>http://rini-rabidbunni.xanga.com/</link></image><item><title>Saturday, October 11, 2008</title><link>http://rini-rabidbunni.xanga.com/677845789/item/</link><guid>http://rini-rabidbunni.xanga.com/677845789/item/</guid><pubDate>Sat, 11 Oct 2008 03:19:23 GMT</pubDate><description>

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 22pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;;"&gt;Bearry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;He is black,&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I rescued him from
cats.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;His name is cute,&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;He plays the flute.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Black Bear Bearry!&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Always hug him,
always care.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Black Bear Bearry&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Never lets me down.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Black Bear Bearry!&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;ALAYS HUGS ME BACK&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/Rini_RabidBunni/b4f19215109801/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="panda" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px; width: 283px; height: 171px;" src="http://xb4.xanga.com/f19e54e709231215109801/z150950784.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

 </description><comments>http://rini-rabidbunni.xanga.com/677845789/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>EMO BOY X-x</title><link>http://rini-rabidbunni.xanga.com/677845523/emo-boy-x-x/</link><guid>http://rini-rabidbunni.xanga.com/677845523/emo-boy-x-x/</guid><pubDate>Sat, 11 Oct 2008 03:16:24 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Teen;"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;EM&lt;s&gt;O
&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;B&lt;s&gt;O&lt;/s&gt;Y&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Teen;"&gt;One side of his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Teen;"&gt;darkest blue black
hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Teen;"&gt;falls over his left
eye,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Teen;"&gt;ignoring the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Teen;"&gt;pink heart shaped
pin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Teen;"&gt;that he had put
there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Teen;"&gt;to hold it in place &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Teen;"&gt;like it should.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Teen;"&gt;Reaching a skinny,
pale, ghostly white &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Teen;"&gt;hand up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Teen;"&gt;to brush it away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Teen;"&gt;behind his ear, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Teen;"&gt;he sighs as he does
so and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Teen;"&gt;twigs snap under his
feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Teen;"&gt;as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Teen;"&gt;he passes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Teen;"&gt;the large pine tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Teen;"&gt;heading towards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Teen;"&gt;his hiding spot, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Teen;"&gt;the only place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Teen;"&gt;he can be alone to think
and write,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Teen;"&gt;the old park of his
towns childhood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Teen;"&gt;The old wooden
bench,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Teen;"&gt;smelling of
yesterdays rain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Teen;"&gt;welcomes him with a
groan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Teen;"&gt;as he sits &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Teen;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Teen;"&gt;starts to write a lullaby,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Teen;"&gt;with his old fashion
ink and quill,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Teen;"&gt;to help him sleep-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Teen;"&gt;to let others know
how he really feels deep inside-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Teen;"&gt;and,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Teen;"&gt;tracing the scars on
his skinny wrist,-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Teen;"&gt;to let the pain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Teen;"&gt;fade slowly away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/Rini_RabidBunni/d82da215110141/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="wanttohug" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px; width: 405px; height: 378px;" src="http://xd8.xanga.com/2da85240241b8215110141/z168158497.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Teen;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

 </description><comments>http://rini-rabidbunni.xanga.com/677845523/emo-boy-x-x/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>A roleplay becomes a story...</title><link>http://rini-rabidbunni.xanga.com/677825715/a-roleplay-becomes-a-story/</link><guid>http://rini-rabidbunni.xanga.com/677825715/a-roleplay-becomes-a-story/</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Oct 2008 20:40:32 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;p style="font-family: Courier;" class="blogSubject"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;
														Amber Grey
														
															
															&lt;br&gt;Current mood: &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/moods/iBrads/creative.gif" align="absmiddle"&gt; creative
														
														
														&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
														

														&lt;p style="font-family: Courier;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Amber
woke up in her cage. Last thing she had known she had been walking
through the forest lost looking for a home and had been captured by
guards. She sighed and looked around. The cage was clean and so was
she. She had not been raped or anything. They had asked her odd things
like was she a virgin and so on. It had been uncomfortable, sitting in
her cage she wanted out soon.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: Courier;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Naguk the shop
owner was abruptly awakened by one of his usual customers, Kail. Kail
started eyeing the slaved. He set eyes on Amber. He looked at the
identification tag on the cage and turned to Naguk. "How much is
she?"He asked. Naguk looked at him and said, "That one. Heh, not much
of a fighter from what my mercs tell me. I'll let you have this one
for... 100 Diel."&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Courier;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Kail was overjoyed, "A
pretty one like that only 100?". He put a pouch of money on the counter
and said, "I need to test her out.". Naguk clapped his hands and two
burly mercs came out and unlocked Amber's cage. They held her in a
standing position. Kail approached slowly and bagn overlooking her.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: Courier;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;New
to slavery Amber was unsure what to do so she just stood up big chest
out. She was unsure whether to talk to the men or not. She started to
get nervous form the over lookers stares.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: Courier;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Kail
smiled and held her head up to meet her eyes. He looked into her eyes
with a piercing stare. He grabbed her breasts and tested them out and
then laughed. He said,"Pack her up boys!". The mercs put some handcuffs
around her and an iron link collar around her. Kail nodded to Naguk who
only smiled and Kail dragged Amber all the way to his humble home. It
was a mess. It looks like he never cleaned. Once in his bedroom Kail
threw Amber on the bed and shouted at her,"You're MY bitch now!".&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: Courier;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Amber
just stared at him, unsure what to do. She smiled hoping that would at
least help a little.Kail said, "Smiling? good, that means
you're going to like this. Too bad I don't want you to.".He slapped
her...hard. He took off her top and said, "Beg for me bitch! Beg!".&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: Courier;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Amber ran for it scared to death. She ran away from him never to see him again she hoped.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: Courier;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Kail
laughed. He easily caught up to her and had her by the collar. He
dragged her back to the room and laughed. He chained her legs and arms
and smiled at her face and shouted, "BEG ME!"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: Courier;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;"Please dont rape me " she said hating him.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: Courier;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Kail was losing patience. He shouted in her face, "BEG BITCH! BEG FOR ME OR YOU WILL HAVE A ROUGH TIME!".&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: Courier;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;"Please
please do not rape me " she said bravely hoping someone would come save
her.Kail slapped her as hard as he could. He bent her over and started
beating her ass saying," I TOLD YOU THIS WOULD BE ROUGH! I WILL GIVE
YOU ONE MORE CHANCE! NOW BEG!"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: Courier;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;"Fine please
please im begging you.... take me" she yelled at him. "Stop hitting my
dam ass and take me , please I am begging you" she did not mean it
though.Kail laughed as he began becoming gentle. He rubbed her breasts
as a "Ahem" came from behind. Kail looked behind to find a man with a
wide brim hat and a black shirt, black leather pants, black boots, and
a black overcoat. He noticed the red sword sheath on his back and
said,"Are you one of Naguk's mercs?I paid full price I swear.". The man
replied,"Naguk is dead and all his slaved freed. It said you were an
owner. I have come to free this one.". Kail shouted,"UNDER WHAT
ORDER!?". The man laughed and said,"By order of the Kight Commander of
the Grey Dagger.". Kail stopped. His face flushed and his limbs shaky.
The Grey Dagger was a society that served the king. They were his
personal assassins but mostly body guards. He stammered as he
asked,"W-w-why d-does he w-want t-the slaves free?". The man
said,"Well, personally I don't like slavery, and I convinced the king
to ban it from this country.". Kail then realized...it was the Kight
Commander himself. Kail fell to his knees and said,"I will free her at
once sire.". He undid all the restraints on her and out her clothes
back on the bed and then went back on his knees to the Knight
Commander. The Knight looked at the former slave and said,"Get dressed,
however, Kail Likel, is under arrest for cruel sexual treatment towards
a citizen. In other words...rape.". Kail broke into crying and said,"Oh
please sire, NO! Please, i'll never buy or sell a slave again, i'll do
commmunity work, i-i-i'll clean my house!". The Commander said," It's
too late for that Kail. Men, in here.". Four men in black armor and
grey steel swords marched in and began to carry Kail out of his house.
His screams of agony rang out throughout the place. The Commander
acknowledged the new cititzen,"Are you ok?".&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Courier;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Amber just fainted with all of that&amp;#8230;.. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: Courier;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;The
Commander wrapped her in his overcoat and picked her up. He met his
troops out in the street with the still screaming Kail in the prisoner
Carriage. He said,"Where's my horse?". A armor clad knight brought a black horse to the Commander. He put the girl on first then climbed on
and made sure she was secure. He said,"She'll be in my custody until we
find her a home.". He rode off. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: Courier;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;He
stopped at a grassy area and a large cottage. He carried her in. His
walls were decorated with paintings of the past Knight Commanders. He
had several Grey Steel blades hung on his walls too. He put the girl on
the couch and sat in a chair watching her.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: Courier;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Amber
awoke in a room. She did not know where she was or why. She almost
started crying thinking she was still with that man. Looking around she
found the mean man gone and the one that saved her instead.The
Commander said,"Hello. I won't hurt you. I'm Mitthaniel. Are you ok?".&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: Courier;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;She
looked unsertenly at him. "How do I know you wont? Mitthaniel is a nice
name and all but how can I be sure?" Mitthaniel looked at her for a moment and took the sword out of his sheath and threw it on the floor in front of her. He said,"If you think I will hurt you, then kill me
right here.".&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: Courier;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;"Never mind your safe." she
finally smiled and looked at him. He was cute.Mitthaniel smiled back
and put his sword back and said,"So what's your name?". He thought she
was a true beauty. Too bad she would be released as soon as they found
some relatives.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Courier;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt; She smiled and still staring at him said "My
name is Amber I dont have a last name because I don't have any parents" she
smiled at him.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: Courier;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Mitthaniel was shocked,"No
parents? How were you born? Did they die after you were born or
something.". He noticed she was still wrapped in his overcoat. He would
get her some clothes after he had this conversation.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: Courier;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;"They
died in a crash(car crash). Right after I was born so I did not get to
have a last name, I dont have any relatives alive so I was sent to an
orphanage then foster family's all around the town. "&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: Courier;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Mitthaniel said,"Cars eh? Haven;t seen one of those since I was in the palace.Umm, would you like some actual clothes?".&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Courier;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt; She looked down at her riped clothing. "Clothes would be nice thank you"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: Courier;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Mitthaniel
stood up and left the room momentarily. He came back with a set of
clothes and placed them next to her. He said,"Ok, i'll give you a
little privacy. He walked in the hallway and faced the opposite
direction of her.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: Courier;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;She looked threw the
clothes and found a silk blue dress she really liked. She took off her
rags and put on the dress tail wagging. She yelled out to him "What do
you think?"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: Courier;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Mitthaniel turned around and his
eyes grew big. He said,"Amazing...". He thought about saying, DAMN YOU
FINE! But that was't proper behaivor for the Knight Commander.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: Courier;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Tail wagging she giggled and said "Gee really? Thanks" she smiled at him and wonderd if he liked her at all.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: Courier;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;He
did a curtious bow, but was still at a loss for words. He just looked
her in the eye. He couldn't describe how he was feeling.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: Courier;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Amber
giggled at his loss for words, glad she made him feel that way. She
spun around and got dizzy and feel into him. "Opps sorry"she said
holding onto him tightly.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: Courier;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;He held her like
she was for a long time and he bagan to blush a little. He held her up.
There was a knock at the door. Mitthaniel excused himself and opened
it. A Lizark in elegant robes stood there. Lizarks were pretty much
lizard people. Mitthaniel asked,"Ah, Tithonus, what news do you have?".
Tithonus said,"the king would like you to be on duty at the ball in two
weeks.". Tithonus glanced inside and he saw the girl."Or, you can serve
half time and accomapany your lady."Tithonus added. Mitthaniel
said,"Well, tell the king, I'll be there.". Tithonus nodded and he
simply flashed out of exsistance in blue light. Mitthaniel closed the
door and said,"Don't worry, he just teleported.". He walked back to her
and said,"Amber..."he bowed and continued,"Would you accompany me to
the Ball?".&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: Courier;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;She wondered lots of things like
how you managed to teleport and what the ball was about, though she did
know she really wanted to go to it, she liked to dance. "Yes kind sir I
would love to" she said formally.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: Courier;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Mitthaniel
smiled and kissed her hand and rose up and said,"Thank you Miss
Amber.".He chuckled at his formality. He only used formal speech near
royalty, or business negotiations.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: Courier;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Amber giggled and said "So do you want me to cook for you Im kinda hungry" changing the subject.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: Courier;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Mitthaniel had a confused look. He finally said,"Well if you insist, I guess...well. Im not honestly that hungry.".&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: Courier;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Amber smiled and looked kindly at him. "Well I am so your going to be missing some good cooking."she giggled.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: Courier;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Mitthaniel
smiled and looked her in the eye again. His liking for her was growing
into love. She said she had no relatives so he would have her as a
guest in this house until she wanted to leave. Mitthaniel didn't see
any that happening. She just giggled at him . He was so cute when he
stared like that . "Are you sure you dont want anything??"she asked
again.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: Courier;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;He laughed and siad,"Ok, just a
sandwich.". He moved closer to her and took her hands in his. He was
going to risk it but, he leaned in and gave her a passionate peck on
the lips.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: Courier;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;She kissed him back then went off
to his kitchen like she owned the place and made two very tasty meat
sandwiches. She went back to him kissed him some more and handed his
sandwich to him. "Hows that for service?"she asked him. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Courier;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;She'd
taken it well. Mitthaniel smiled and said,"Thanks.". He set his
sandwich down on the counter and kissed her again. This time he held
her close and said,"Amber, since I recued you...the way Kail was
treating you... I wish rape was a death penalty so I could make him die
the slowest death. I...well, my liking for you has seemed to turn into
love.".&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: Courier;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;She smiled and kissed him hard on the
mouth. "I love you also so dont worry about a thing" she said tail
wagging happily.Mitthaniel smiled. He held her as close as possible and
began a passionate kiss.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: Courier;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;They shared many
kisses but only kisses for the next few weeks growing closer and
closer. Amber was exited today was the day of the ball. She smiled and
went to her new bow.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: Courier;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Mitthaniel stepped out
of his room, clad in grey armor. He had a clasp to the left of his
breastplate and it had the symbol of a dagger. His sword was still in
it's red sheath and on his hip this time. He didn't have his helmet on,
he just had his medium hair all straightened. Surprisingly his armor
barely made a sound and he said," Okay, Amber, you ready?".&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: Courier;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: Courier;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;She
was clad in a white silk dress that coverd her whole body and fanned
out."Yes what do you think of my dress love?" she asked tail wagging
happily.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: Courier;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Mitthaniel smiled. He grabbed her
hand and said, "Wonderful". He gave her a kiss and said, "Our ride
awaits.". He led her out to a wonderful horse-drawn carriage. They got
in and drove to the ball. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: Courier;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;They arrived at the ball, Amber was nervous. She did not know how to dance. She told this to Mitt.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: Courier;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Mitthaniel
smiled and said,"It's ok, I have to guard the king for half the time
i'm here. I'll teach you how to dance when I'm done.". Mitthaniel
walked them through the front door and the Grey Guards saluted
Mitthaniel as he walked in. Mitthaniel approached the king and
said,"Milord, this is the girl Tithonus told you about.". He bowed. The
king chuckled and said,"Nice to meet you.". Mitthaniel whispered in
Amber's ear,"Go mingle, fing Lady Faurus, she is a Lizark, Tithonus's
wife to be exact. Oh and never call her a lizard. You too will get
along great". Mitthaniel stood behind the king's chair and had his
hands on his swords. Unknown to everybody else in the ball,
Mitthaniel's elite guards called Grey Guards were swarming the room.
They had to make sure no one unwanted could get in. LAst year an
attempt had been made on the king's life. Mitthaniel would make sure
that would not happen again.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: Courier;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Amber was having no fun at all yet. She wanted to be with Mitt. She sighed and looked for the lady he had talked about.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: Courier;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Lady Faurus was by the snack table drinking some punch.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: Courier;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Mitthaniel really wanted to be with Amber. He had to protect the king though&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: Courier;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Amber
found Lady Faurus and said "Hello Im Amber I was told to talk to you"
she said shyly. She smiled and looked at her kindly. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: Courier;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Lady
Faurus looked over the neko and with a lovely voice said,"Hello Amber,
I ssssuppose Mitthaniel sssent you over here?". She chuckled a bit and
said,"That means we ssshould get along well. Ssso, how did you and the
Knight meet hmm?".&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: Courier;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;"He saved me from being raped" she said matter of factly.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: Courier;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Faurus
giggled."He hasss a habit of aresssting rappissst claiming the victim
was a ssslave. Ssslavery is being outlawed all acrosssss the land now.
One ssstate hasss even dared to break away from Oldrigon. That would be
insssane. My hussband Tithonussss met me from ressscuing me from being
raped too. Tithonusss was once Mitthaniel'ss trusssted Knight. Until
one day he got a terrible injury. Now he hasss to ssssettle to being
the Gatekeeper for the king." She smiled at her a little bored. "Yes
that is how we meet. I hope we get married but Im not sure we will.
What is sex like?" she asked stupidly.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: Courier;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Faurus
laughed. She replied,"Deary, ssssex is well...I guesss...uh.
Excssiting. It feelsss like an eternity of good. IT feelsss great! Ssso
to sstate the obviouss, youre a virgin, right?".&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: Courier;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Amber blushed "Yes I am" she said. Faurus&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;giggled
and put a scaly three-fingered hand on Amber's shoulder."It'ss no
ssshame to be a virgin. And if a man like Mitthaniel will take it from
you, then it will be the mossst honourable.". Faurus smiled and gave
Amber a comforting pat on the back and said,"Amber MacMillan. A
wonderful name. That is Mitth'sss lasst name by the way". &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: Courier;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;She
blushed more. It was getting close to leaving time she thought and she
wanted to have sex with Mitt this night, if he would have her. She
giggled thinking on that.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: Courier;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Faurus giggled,
knowing exactly what she was thinking. Faurus said,"Im ssssure Mitth
will proposssse to you soon. Tithonusss tells me it's been two weeksss
already. Wait, how did he asssk you to the ball?".&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: Courier;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: Courier;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Mitthaniel
knew his shift was over. He was about to leave the king. He felt his
pocket and felt the ring still in there. He would propose to her
tonight.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: Courier;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Amber hopped up and
down ready to see Mitt. She ran to him and kissed him hello when no one
was looking. "I missed you so much" she said.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: Courier;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Mitthaniel
kissed her back and said, "Amber...I have something to ask you.". He
got down on one knee and pulled out the ring box. He opened the box to
reveal an Amber stone and the golden band had mini-diamonds encrusted
in it."Will you marry me?"He asked.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: Courier;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Amber stared at him and the ring. "Yes Yes Yes , I would love to marry you, when shall we get hitched?"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: Courier;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Mitthaniel
said,"Soon enough love, soon en-" he was interrupted by a thud and a
Grey Guard falling down at his feet with an arrow in his chest.
Mitthaniel said,"Amber, Take my clasp and give it to the king, then
find Tithonus, and he'll get you out of here. I'll meet you at my
house.". He drew his blade of Grey Steel. Grey Guards and screaming
filled the room and many goblins, orcs, and even Green Elves came
through the front. The Grey Guards began to hurl Blisters. Blisters
would boil your skin down to the bone. It landed on a few goblins. The
TSHHH sound filled the room. Blue flashes emitted from the room as
people teleported out. Mitthaniel ran forth and impaled a charging orc.
The Grey Steel began to boil and blister his skin. The orc fell and the
elves began firing arrows. Civilan and Grey Guard corpses littered the
area before long. Mitthaniel shouted,"AMBER GET MY CLASP TO THE KING
THEN GET TITHOUNUS TO GET YOU OUT OF HERE NOW!". An arrow hit his armor
but bounced off. Mitthaniel made a sweep killing many goblins.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: Courier;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;She
did as he said. She gave the clasp to the king and went to Tithounus
..."Mitt said to get me out of here" she said rather calmly.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: Courier;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Tithonus
nodded and grabbed Amber's and Faurus's shoulders and they were all
engulfed in the blue light. The scene faded to be replaced by the scene
of the front of Mitthaniel's house. Tithonus said,"I will go check on
Mitthaniel after I drop Faurus off. " Faurus put up and argument "No,
you'll be killed.". Tithonus said,"Im not going to fight, Im going to
check up.". Faurus had look of great worry on her face. They flashed
blue Tithonus and his wife were gone.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: Courier;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;The
king disappeared in the blue light as he had hoped. The invaders
stopped their attack seeming the target was out of range. Mitth and the
Grey Guards all felt a wave of releif. The Grey Guards seemed to melt
back into the walls. Mitthaniel sheathed his blade. He vanished in a
grey smoke with a -pop! Toth popped in to see Mitth disappear. So he
went back home.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: Courier;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Mitth appeared in front of Amber and gave her a big hug. He said,"Are you OK?".&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: Courier;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;She
had started crying when she was all by her self ... "NO!!! I was so
scared you would be killed. Im so glad your okay. Please lets get
married now. Today"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: Courier;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Tithonus
appeared in priests robes and said,"So good to be a gatekeeper.". He opened his book. He said all the usual wedding stuff. He came to the
part of will you take Amber to be your wife. Mitthaniel said,"I do".
Tithonus turned to Amber and asked,"Do you take him to be your
husband?". All she could say was "Yes I do"stunned by the fact that
this was going to really happen.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: Courier;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Tithonus
said,"Then I pronounsse you man and wife!". He disappeared as quickly
as he appeared. Mitthaniel said,"Always in a hurry.Well, I guess I can
kiss the bride.". He started a passionate kiss.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: Courier;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;And they (had sex of course and...) lived happily ever after. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Courier;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br&gt;The end&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;" calibri="" ,="" sans-serif="" ;=""&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Courier;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier;"&gt;HOPE YOU LIKED THE STORY EVEY BODY!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</description><comments>http://rini-rabidbunni.xanga.com/677825715/a-roleplay-becomes-a-story/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>BiPolar LoVe &amp;gt;.&amp;gt;</title><link>http://rini-rabidbunni.xanga.com/677824421/bipolar-love-/</link><guid>http://rini-rabidbunni.xanga.com/677824421/bipolar-love-/</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Oct 2008 19:59:24 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;div id="container_title" style="font-size: 28px; padding-top: 14px; font-family: Courier; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;h1 class="title"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;span style="padding-right: 235px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;h1 class="title"&gt;
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	Do you remember yesterday?&lt;br&gt;
You loved me then, you knew my name.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Today is Tuseday sweetie, its your favorite day.&lt;br&gt;
Or do you not remember that either?&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
You hatted me on Sunday, you loved me on Monday, and now...&lt;br&gt;
your gone on today(Tuesday)!! How can I bear it, my love??? &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;You say "Who are you?" and my 4 letter word &lt;br&gt;
just makes you laugh out loud.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Oh, do tell me what's your problem,&lt;br&gt;
that you dont even remember your very own.... WIFE!
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	&lt;p&gt;Once a year, there is&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;a revelation that comes-&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;and it brings joy to many broken hearts.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Nature starts to bloom then...&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;she opens up the the blue skies&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;and everything is vibrant&amp;nbsp;and youthful &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;for awhile.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;That is only periodically,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;for all things have to come to an end in time&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;and nature wills summer to come&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;leaving the spring far far behind.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Not to fear- for I have heard&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;a true enough rumor that....&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Once a year there is a revelation&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;that comes, and it brings joy to many broken hearts.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;They call it -- SPRING!! &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/Rini_RabidBunni/8f4c3214989308/photo.html"&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/Rini_RabidBunni/8f4c3214989308/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="bird" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px; width: 238px; height: 164px;" src="http://x8f.xanga.com/4c3f023419435214989308/z168053065.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; </description><comments>http://rini-rabidbunni.xanga.com/677727791/spring-time/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Thread Poem</title><link>http://rini-rabidbunni.xanga.com/677727431/thread-poem/</link><guid>http://rini-rabidbunni.xanga.com/677727431/thread-poem/</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Oct 2008 05:40:41 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;h2 style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_lblTitle"&gt;Thread Poem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;
			
			    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_lblDedication"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;
					&lt;font style="font-family: Courier;" size="4"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_lblPoemBody" class="poembody"&gt;What I was is not what I am now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: Courier;" size="4"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_lblPoemBody" class="poembody"&gt;I am like the wind, always changeing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: Courier;" size="4"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_lblPoemBody" class="poembody"&gt;At school I learn things about life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: Courier;" size="4"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_lblPoemBody" class="poembody"&gt;not what life is but how life was and is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: Courier;" size="4"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_lblPoemBody" class="poembody"&gt;Questions unanswed are thorns at my side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: Courier;" size="4"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_lblPoemBody" class="poembody"&gt;Things I want to know are things I need to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: Courier;" size="4"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_lblPoemBody" class="poembody"&gt;Most things tie up at the end, but not knowing what life is,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: Courier;" size="4"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_lblPoemBody" class="poembody"&gt;askig and never getting answers to things, its just not right!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: Courier;" size="4"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_lblPoemBody" class="poembody"&gt;What I was is not what I am now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: Courier;" size="4"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_lblPoemBody" class="poembody"&gt;I am changed, I am new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: Courier;" size="4"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_lblPoemBody" class="poembody"&gt;I ask questions and want answers, need answers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: Courier;" size="4"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_lblPoemBody" class="poembody"&gt;Answers to life, answers to love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: Courier;" size="4"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_lblPoemBody" class="poembody"&gt;answers to questions about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: Courier;" size="4"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_lblPoemBody" class="poembody"&gt;myself,my family,you,others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: Courier;" size="4"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_lblPoemBody" class="poembody"&gt;The only answers I ever get is a QUESTION!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><comments>http://rini-rabidbunni.xanga.com/677727431/thread-poem/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>The Orange</title><link>http://rini-rabidbunni.xanga.com/677726715/the-orange/</link><guid>http://rini-rabidbunni.xanga.com/677726715/the-orange/</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Oct 2008 05:25:48 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;p class="blogSubject"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;
														Creative
														
															
															&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Current mood: &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/moods/iBrads/restless.gif" align="absmiddle"&gt; restless
														
														
															&lt;br&gt;Category:  &lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.viewCategory&amp;amp;FriendID=242107796&amp;amp;BlogCategoryID=25"&gt;Writing and Poetry&lt;/a&gt;
														
														&lt;/p&gt;
														

														&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;I
read, I write, I make crafts, I decorate,etc. WOW- its no wounder
people call me creative alot. Well to prove that I have creative jucies
in me heres a poem&amp;nbsp; I wrote awhile ago.&amp;nbsp;I got it published and I got an
acknowlgement award for it. This poem came about because of a class I
took last year. There is a reason it is called The Orange, but thats a
bit of a story.Well I hope you like my poem.... please fell free to
comment.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/Rini_RabidBunni/4802f214988509/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="funny-pictures-mouse-is-free-of-orange" style="border-style: double; border-width: 4px; width: 364px; height: 229px;" src="http://x48.xanga.com/02ff0434c2535214988509/z168052337.jpg" align="left"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;dl style="font-weight: bold;" class="body"&gt;&lt;dd style="font-weight: normal;" class="post-body"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;div class="content-wrapper"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="font-weight: normal;" class="post-body"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="font-weight: normal;" class="post-body"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="font-weight: normal;" class="post-body"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="font-weight: normal;" class="post-body"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="font-weight: normal;" class="post-body"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="font-weight: normal;" class="post-body"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="font-weight: normal;" class="post-body"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="font-weight: normal;" class="post-body"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="font-weight: normal;" class="post-body"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="text-align: center; font-weight: normal;" class="post-body"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="text-align: center; font-weight: normal;" class="post-body"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="text-align: center; font-weight: normal;" class="post-body"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="text-align: center; font-weight: normal;" class="post-body"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="text-align: center; font-weight: normal;" class="post-body"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="text-align: center; font-weight: normal;" class="post-body"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;The sun lay &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="text-align: center;" class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div class="content-wrapper"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal;" face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="5"&gt;in all its &lt;/font&gt;
&lt;br style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal;" face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="5"&gt;golden roundness&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal;" face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="5"&gt;in her palm.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal;" face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="5"&gt;She remembered &lt;/font&gt;
&lt;br style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal;" face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="5"&gt;when&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal;" face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="5"&gt;it seemed so far away&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal;" face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="5"&gt;so far up in the sky.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal;" face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="5"&gt;She would reach out her hand &lt;/font&gt;
&lt;br style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal;" face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="5"&gt;to grab it, but found it was to far&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal;" face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="5"&gt;away to reach.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal;" face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="5"&gt;But now,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal;" face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="5"&gt;as it lay,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal;" face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="5"&gt;in all its &lt;/font&gt;
&lt;br style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal;" face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="5"&gt;in all its golden roundness,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal;" face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="5"&gt;in the palm of her hand&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal;" face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="5"&gt;it seemed to her &lt;/font&gt;
&lt;br style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal;" face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="5"&gt;that&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal;" face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="5"&gt;the sun had set&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal;" face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="5"&gt;at last.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="5"&gt;THE END &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;  </description><comments>http://rini-rabidbunni.xanga.com/677726715/the-orange/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Just Friends</title><link>http://rini-rabidbunni.xanga.com/677726495/just-friends/</link><guid>http://rini-rabidbunni.xanga.com/677726495/just-friends/</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Oct 2008 05:21:13 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;p style="font-family: Comic Sans MS;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;From
the mind of RM Hamilton(me) comes a piece from my Creative Writing
Project called... The way it should be.I got an A on my project witch
of course is a great thing.And being the writer I am I would like to
share with you my favorite piece from that project.(I warn all the guys
reading this it is kinda romantic-at least I think so). It is called
Just Friends and its a poem.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="6"&gt;Just Friends &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="4"&gt;My friend and I stare in the&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="4"&gt;remote darkness of this abandoned&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="4"&gt;house watching the far off tiny &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="4"&gt;stars wink out, one by one, giving life to &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="4"&gt;daybreak. He says&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="4"&gt;the stars become lifeless when&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="4"&gt;they leave the night sky. He thinks&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="4"&gt;the little stars wink and smile&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="4"&gt;through the night like mindless robots&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="4"&gt;and when they fall from the sky&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="4"&gt;it is only to make me smile.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="4"&gt;But Jacob is naive and lonely&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="4"&gt;and he thinks the world is in is hand.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="4"&gt;He does to realize&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="4"&gt;what I believe to be true,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="4"&gt;that the stars wink and smile&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="4"&gt;to give me a chance&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="4"&gt;to share my real feelings with him-&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="4"&gt;my friend who does not hold the world in his hand,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="4"&gt;but who hold my heart instead.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="4"&gt;As the last star fades away &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="4"&gt;I tell him what is in my mind&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="4"&gt;and the house that we had been camping out in&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="4"&gt;somehow becomes a home&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="4"&gt;just by the touch of two hands,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="4"&gt;two hearts,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="4"&gt;that had felt the same way &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="4"&gt;for what seemed like forever.,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="4"&gt;but now knew each other better,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="4"&gt;because of the mindless robot stars,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="4"&gt;that&amp;nbsp;winked and smiled,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="4"&gt;and that&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="4"&gt;died with the dawn.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="6"&gt;THE END &lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/Rini_RabidBunni/05b08214841896/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="dragonheart" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px; width: 263px; height: 120px;" src="http://x05.xanga.com/b08f0621c2035214841896/z167926551.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;font face="Courier New, Courier, mono"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;Ok so that was it, fell free to comment anytime you want to- Shelly Bunni &amp;lt;3 &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; </description><comments>http://rini-rabidbunni.xanga.com/677726495/just-friends/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Waterfall Of Tears</title><link>http://rini-rabidbunni.xanga.com/677726256/waterfall-of-tears/</link><guid>http://rini-rabidbunni.xanga.com/677726256/waterfall-of-tears/</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Oct 2008 05:16:35 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;p class="blogSubject"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;
														Creative Poem&lt;/span&gt;
														
															
															&lt;br&gt;Current mood: &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/moods/iBrads/creative.gif" align="absmiddle"&gt; creative
														
														
															&lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/sad.gif"&gt; and sad as well (at least at the time I wrote this, a while back)&lt;br&gt;Category:  &lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.viewCategory&amp;amp;FriendID=242107796&amp;amp;BlogCategoryID=25"&gt;Writing and Poetry&lt;/a&gt;
														
														&lt;/p&gt;
														

														&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: Trebuchet MS;" class="richp" align="left"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;-&lt;/font&gt;Author notes: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;This
poem was written in the begining stages of my sadness(also know as
depression- witch I happen to have.) In this poem I tell you how I feel
about my tears that run down my face onto my shirt.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

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&lt;div style="font-family: Palatino;" class="richp itembody" align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;My tears are lucky-&lt;br&gt;they know not what they leave.&lt;br&gt;Oh, how I wish I could follow&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;those lucky lucky tears.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I have reasons to make them.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;They lack not any relatives.&lt;br&gt;They are happy, for their mindless,&lt;br&gt;but I am not, for I know....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;They leave this house in vapor&lt;br&gt;so easily, without a thought&lt;br&gt;of how I've tried to do the same&lt;br&gt;yet... Im here left behind.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;And the tears come down my face once agian,&lt;br&gt;lucky just like the rest.&lt;br&gt;And agian I am left here....&lt;br&gt;with just my sorrow to keep me company.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;They know not what they miss,those tears, &lt;br&gt;and neither do they care. And I am &lt;br&gt;left here,alone,with no more tears...&lt;br&gt;only sorrow, witch soon leaves me aswell.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="richp itembody" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino;"&gt;This has been a&amp;nbsp;poem by RM Hamilton &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  </description><comments>http://rini-rabidbunni.xanga.com/677726256/waterfall-of-tears/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Friday, October 10, 2008</title><link>http://rini-rabidbunni.xanga.com/677725713/item/</link><guid>http://rini-rabidbunni.xanga.com/677725713/item/</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Oct 2008 05:06:34 GMT</pubDate><description>
													
													
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														Poem about School Lunch
														
															
															&lt;br&gt;Current mood: &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/moods/iBrads/creative.gif" align="absmiddle"&gt; one part creative
														
														
															&lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/silly.gif"&gt; other parts silly &lt;br&gt;Category:  &lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.viewCategory&amp;amp;FriendID=242107796&amp;amp;BlogCategoryID=25"&gt;Writing and Poetry&lt;/a&gt;
														
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														&lt;h2&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;-Author notes: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;The observations of high school lunches in one poem. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;
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&lt;center&gt;&lt;h1 class="title"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/Rini_RabidBunni/92450214841884/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="imadeyouacookiebutieatedit" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px; width: 214px; height: 170px;" src="http://x92.xanga.com/450f1723c2632214841884/z167926541.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;Observation of School Lunches&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/div&gt;


&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="4"&gt;School lunch- eww&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="4"&gt;well its not just about&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="4"&gt;the food right??&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="4"&gt;Get in line...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="4"&gt;talk,talk,tak- quit talking,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="4"&gt;grab your food!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="4"&gt;Hurry get a &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="4"&gt;seat- by yourself or with&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="4"&gt;some old friends.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="4"&gt;Meet new people&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="4"&gt;if you like (you do&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="4"&gt;not have to!!).&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="4"&gt;Eat more than&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="4"&gt;you talk or talk more&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="4"&gt;than you eat.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="4"&gt;Whatever floats your &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="4"&gt;boat dude! OR you could&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="4"&gt;just skip lunch.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="4"&gt;Its school lunch-&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="4"&gt;people eat, people talk, people&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="4"&gt;skip during lunch.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="4"&gt;Well its school&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="4"&gt;lunch again... what are you&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="4"&gt;going to do???&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; </description><comments>http://rini-rabidbunni.xanga.com/677725713/item/#firstcomment</comments></item></channel></rss>