<?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-6909845</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:18:35.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mermaids Sigh, Dolphins Sing</title><subtitle type='html'>Ravings and Ramblings</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utopianatlantis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909845/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utopianatlantis.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tess</name><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><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6909845.post-4058857727355018850</id><published>2007-03-12T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T07:04:38.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I read the following article and now I believe all scientists are crazy! Although maybe there's something to be said for the "no such thing as random numbers" school of thought!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To answer big questions with 42&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Article from:Herald Sun on August 08, 2006 12:00am&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;ACCORDING to The Hitch-Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy, it is the answer to life, the universe and everything. Now, scientists have turned to Douglas Adams's magic number, 42, to help them answer that question for real.Not satisfied with the spectacular views afforded by the Very Large Telescope, at Paranal Observatory in Chile, astronomers plan to build a bigger version, the Extremely Large Telescope, with a mirror 42m in diameter. The project, to be undertaken by the European Southern Observatory, will take about 10 years and cost up to $1.7 billion. The larger the mirror in a telescope, the more light it captures and the more powerful it is. The scientists had hoped to build an Overwhelmingly Large Telescope, with a 100m mirror, but this idea was abandoned as too ambitious. The coincidence between the mirror's diameter and author Adams's answer to life, the universe and everything has delighted astronomers working on the project, as the ELT is designed to shed light on the same questions. Paranal Observatory director Andreas Kaufer said: "That is one of the big questions: where does the universe come from, and where is it going to? The other big one, of course, is: where does life come from?" The VLT, which came into service in 2001, has already taken science closer to the answers. It uses four 8.2m telescopes, which are operated separately or together to simulate a 200m telescope, albeit with less sensitivity than a mirror of that size. In 2004, the VLT captured the first images of a planet beyond our solar system, a gas giant about five times the mass of Jupiter named 2M1207b. The ELT's much bigger mirror will allow it to see further than the VLT, and in greater detail. It should be able to pick up planets closer in size to Earth. Those found to date have been gas giants that could not harbour life. Scientists estimate that a 42m telescope would be powerful enough to search about 100 star systems for Earth-like planets. It should be capable of examining them for signs of life, such as the presence of water and methane. The ELT would also be able to show stars in nearby galaxies, and to look in detail at galaxies more than 13 billion light years away, formed after the Big Bang about 13.7 billion years ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6909845-4058857727355018850?l=utopianatlantis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utopianatlantis.blogspot.com/feeds/4058857727355018850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6909845&amp;postID=4058857727355018850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909845/posts/default/4058857727355018850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909845/posts/default/4058857727355018850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utopianatlantis.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-read-following-article-and-now-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Tess</name><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6909845.post-8052227520840075366</id><published>2007-02-26T18:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T18:48:35.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to see the movie &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0453467/"&gt;Deja Vu &lt;/a&gt;the other day. Interesting, confusing, and totally unbelievable but i enjoyed it! You know what deja vu is of course? That feeling of remembering the future. I hate it when it happens, especially the times when it feels like its not the first time I've had this particular deja vu feeling. That is absolutely freaky!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It that damned déjà vu again, body slamming into my mind,&lt;br /&gt;the place I least like to be.&lt;br /&gt;Too many things lurking, too many black spots, means I have to try to remember,&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to remember, why can't it just let me forget,&lt;br /&gt;and if i try, the harder I grasp, the quicker it slips&lt;br /&gt;draining away like murky bath water&lt;br /&gt;the dirty residue of all that’s unwanted.&lt;br /&gt;Although why do we bother washing?&lt;br /&gt;As soon as we step out it all starts to build up again.&lt;br /&gt;We're fooling ourselves if we think we're ever really clean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6909845-8052227520840075366?l=utopianatlantis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utopianatlantis.blogspot.com/feeds/8052227520840075366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6909845&amp;postID=8052227520840075366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909845/posts/default/8052227520840075366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909845/posts/default/8052227520840075366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utopianatlantis.blogspot.com/2007/02/went-to-see-movie-deja-vu-other-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Tess</name><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6909845.post-116921775842597050</id><published>2007-01-19T06:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T06:42:38.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Are u a heart or a head person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is pretty clever. It’s very good at letting my head think that it’s in charge of everything that goes on, but of course in reality it isn’t. It doesn’t have a say in anything much at all, well except for the mechanical functions. You know, breathing, eating, sleeping. But the heart, well the heart, is in charge of life. What music will I like? will I buy the red or blue dress? chicken or steak? and most importantly who will I fall in love with? Yes, the heart is the matriarch. Everyone asks the papa, but everyone knows it’s the mama’s answer that’s important.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6909845-116921775842597050?l=utopianatlantis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utopianatlantis.blogspot.com/feeds/116921775842597050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6909845&amp;postID=116921775842597050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909845/posts/default/116921775842597050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909845/posts/default/116921775842597050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utopianatlantis.blogspot.com/2007/01/are-u-heart-or-head-person-my-heart-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Tess</name><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6909845.post-114277051393599336</id><published>2006-03-19T04:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T04:15:14.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When no-one else can be bothered to listen my dog is always there.      :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAVED FROM DEATH ROW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rex and I met when he was behind bars,&lt;br /&gt;'though which of us was the prisoner&lt;br /&gt;I never could tell.&lt;br /&gt;I like to think that I saved him&lt;br /&gt;from a long and boring sleep.&lt;br /&gt;He did the same for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His eyes were wide and full&lt;br /&gt;of words and thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Which any fool knows animals are incapable of,&lt;br /&gt;and yet,&lt;br /&gt;he showed more love,&lt;br /&gt;than I had ever known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I picked him up,&lt;br /&gt;and felt him nuzzle into the crook of my arm,&lt;br /&gt;I knew that he already was&lt;br /&gt;my best friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6909845-114277051393599336?l=utopianatlantis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utopianatlantis.blogspot.com/feeds/114277051393599336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6909845&amp;postID=114277051393599336' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909845/posts/default/114277051393599336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909845/posts/default/114277051393599336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utopianatlantis.blogspot.com/2006/03/when-no-one-else-can-be-bothered-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Tess</name><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-6909845.post-114203706288742223</id><published>2006-03-10T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T16:31:02.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Words tumble playfully, bounce into my mind and dance&lt;br /&gt;along to a soundless tune that becomes your theme,&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to the end of day when obligations are fulfilled&lt;br /&gt;and time belongs to me.&lt;br /&gt;Melancholy mumbles in my ear, but he’ll never know how much it means,&lt;br /&gt;Never sees the sunbeams for me when he appears,&lt;br /&gt;His words tickle me again, and I find I’m laughing,&lt;br /&gt;Such a strange sound, I’d forgotten what its like,&lt;br /&gt;And my tough, dried out mind does not break, brittle&lt;br /&gt;as I always thought it would,&lt;br /&gt;but soaks up every word and softly grows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6909845-114203706288742223?l=utopianatlantis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utopianatlantis.blogspot.com/feeds/114203706288742223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6909845&amp;postID=114203706288742223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909845/posts/default/114203706288742223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909845/posts/default/114203706288742223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utopianatlantis.blogspot.com/2006/03/words-tumble-playfully-bounce-into-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Tess</name><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6909845.post-114191006739908350</id><published>2006-03-09T05:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T05:14:27.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So you think I still love you&lt;br /&gt;Just because your picture’s still here&lt;br /&gt;Curled at the edges&lt;br /&gt;As if its been fondled a million times&lt;br /&gt;And the surface warped&lt;br /&gt;As if its been cried on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you think I still miss you&lt;br /&gt;Play our song again and again&lt;br /&gt;Lip sync the words you never meant&lt;br /&gt;Wrap myself in the shirt you left&lt;br /&gt;Inhale you one more time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved on, I’ve moved up,&lt;br /&gt;Never even think of you when I have that second cup&lt;br /&gt;of special ground, just leave it,&lt;br /&gt;1 minute more, just leave it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6909845-114191006739908350?l=utopianatlantis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utopianatlantis.blogspot.com/feeds/114191006739908350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6909845&amp;postID=114191006739908350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909845/posts/default/114191006739908350'/><link 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valleys&lt;br /&gt;of warmed flesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panicked hands swipe and sweep,&lt;br /&gt;brush off  slow-witted stragglers,&lt;br /&gt;but agile ants grasp tight&lt;br /&gt;to dance and sway&lt;br /&gt;and pinch to plead,&lt;br /&gt;"Please let us stay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In soapy solitude I stand,&lt;br /&gt;watch broken bodies&lt;br /&gt;slosh slowly down the drain,&lt;br /&gt;but still I smell&lt;br /&gt;their acrid anger,&lt;br /&gt;and still I sense&lt;br /&gt;their crawling caress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For weeks after,&lt;br /&gt;my memory finds and flicks&lt;br /&gt;black scrawls that bite&lt;br /&gt;before they disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like your words,&lt;br /&gt;just like your secret&lt;br /&gt;I wish I'd never heard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6909845-114121147823262132?l=utopianatlantis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6909845.post-114099335455702464</id><published>2006-02-26T14:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T14:35:54.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can’t believe it’s you,&lt;br /&gt;The hair is still the same as I remember,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe a little longer,&lt;br /&gt;A suggestion of grey, but it suits you,&lt;br /&gt;You turn and I catch my breath.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;The eyes are the right colour,&lt;br /&gt;But not the same depth,&lt;br /&gt;And the lips?&lt;br /&gt;Don’t look as kissable.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Catch a reflection, I stare back at myself in disbelief,&lt;br /&gt;Is this what it’s come to,&lt;br /&gt;Fantasizing about strangers in the middle of a busy street?&lt;br /&gt;I’m in serious need of a double strength expresso.&lt;br /&gt;Pronto!&lt;br /&gt;Two steps on I’m daydreaming again,&lt;br /&gt;That dress is exactly what I want,&lt;br /&gt;Pricey but perfect,&lt;br /&gt;But window shopping, I believe,&lt;br /&gt;is only ever satisfying if you really know&lt;br /&gt;one day it can be yours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6909845-114099335455702464?l=utopianatlantis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utopianatlantis.blogspot.com/feeds/114099335455702464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6909845&amp;postID=114099335455702464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909845/posts/default/114099335455702464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909845/posts/default/114099335455702464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utopianatlantis.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-cant-believe-its-you-hair-is-still.html' title=''/><author><name>Tess</name><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6909845.post-114074494295168791</id><published>2006-02-23T17:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T17:35:42.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Beginning of March&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numbers roll across my mind loud as thunder&lt;br /&gt;Red lightning streaks the sky&lt;br /&gt;Spreads and smears a crimson shadow&lt;br /&gt;One eye stares, seeking? Searching?&lt;br /&gt;Fear grips my insides, constricts, squeezes,&lt;br /&gt;I can’t breathe,&lt;br /&gt;Loosens only to let me gasp in pain,&lt;br /&gt;Pierces my lungs, stabs sharp,&lt;br /&gt;Open my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;The dream is gone but the pain is real.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6909845-114074494295168791?l=utopianatlantis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utopianatlantis.blogspot.com/feeds/114074494295168791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6909845&amp;postID=114074494295168791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909845/posts/default/114074494295168791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909845/posts/default/114074494295168791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utopianatlantis.blogspot.com/2006/02/beginning-of-march-numbers-roll-across.html' title=''/><author><name>Tess</name><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6909845.post-114065758011248482</id><published>2006-02-22T17:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T17:19:40.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How can you laugh and smile when it’s so clear that we’re dying?&lt;br /&gt;Can’t you feel me here, you used to,&lt;br /&gt;Or isn’t it worth trying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this all just some charade?&lt;br /&gt;Pretending how you should behave&lt;br /&gt;and always hiding, hiding in your mind’s eye masquerade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving in slow motion, rewind the part that I love best,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t want to see the credits rolling,&lt;br /&gt;It’s love, you jerk, and not some stupid test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this all a late night movie show?&lt;br /&gt;Some place else out there you’d rather go?&lt;br /&gt;Fade out, wade out, to hide in your shadow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t open your lips, director cuts the scream,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing’s real and the finale’s&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;em&gt;just a dream&lt;/em&gt;”, anti-climax in the extreme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too late you closed your eyes to see me,&lt;br /&gt;Too late I opened my eyes to save you,&lt;br /&gt;and the distance between us stretches on endlessly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6909845-114065758011248482?l=utopianatlantis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utopianatlantis.blogspot.com/feeds/114065758011248482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6909845&amp;postID=114065758011248482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909845/posts/default/114065758011248482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909845/posts/default/114065758011248482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utopianatlantis.blogspot.com/2006/02/how-can-you-laugh-and-smile-when-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Tess</name><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6909845.post-113853788179507385</id><published>2006-01-29T04:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T04:31:21.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Voices drone inside, outside, all around&lt;br /&gt;and talk the chat of filling time,&lt;br /&gt;You cut the crap, don’t play that game,&lt;br /&gt;No shallow suburban lies&lt;br /&gt;Tie you to the white picket fence&lt;br /&gt;But do you feel lonely?&lt;br /&gt;Wanna feel lonely with me? I don’t wanna&lt;br /&gt;be alone no more. So come and be&lt;br /&gt;lonely with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thrash this sound and crash this scene&lt;br /&gt;Let’s go where I can show you&lt;br /&gt;All the places you’ve never seen,&lt;br /&gt;All the roads that lead to the unknown,&lt;br /&gt;Where no one ever goes&lt;br /&gt;to find yourself in me,&lt;br /&gt;Feel lonely in me&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be alone no more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6909845-113853788179507385?l=utopianatlantis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utopianatlantis.blogspot.com/feeds/113853788179507385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6909845&amp;postID=113853788179507385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909845/posts/default/113853788179507385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909845/posts/default/113853788179507385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utopianatlantis.blogspot.com/2006/01/voices-drone-inside-outside-all-around.html' title=''/><author><name>Tess</name><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6909845.post-113823614570590977</id><published>2006-01-25T16:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T16:42:25.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One song can spark a moment, One flower can wake the dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One tree can start a forest, One bird can herald spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One smile begins a friendship, One handclasp lifts a soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One star can guide a ship at sea, One word can frame the goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One vote can change a nation, One sunbeam lights a room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One candle wipes out darkness, One laugh will conquer gloom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One step must start each journey, One word must start each prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One hope will raise our spirits, One touch can show you care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One voice can speak with wisdom, One heart can know what's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One life can make the difference, You see IT'S UP TO YOU&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6909845-113823614570590977?l=utopianatlantis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utopianatlantis.blogspot.com/feeds/113823614570590977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6909845&amp;postID=113823614570590977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909845/posts/default/113823614570590977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909845/posts/default/113823614570590977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utopianatlantis.blogspot.com/2006/01/one-song-can-spark-moment-one-flower.html' title=''/><author><name>Tess</name><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6909845.post-113814854172001406</id><published>2006-01-24T16:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T16:22:21.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"To laugh often and much; &lt;br /&gt;to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children;&lt;br /&gt;to earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends; &lt;br /&gt;to appreciate beauty, to find the best in others; &lt;br /&gt;to leave the world a bit better, whether by a&lt;br /&gt;healthy child, a garden patch or a redeemed social condition; &lt;br /&gt;to know that even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. &lt;br /&gt;This is to have succeeded." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do something for someone today. Give and don't worry about receiving. Pass it on. Let's make the world the place it should be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6909845-113814854172001406?l=utopianatlantis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utopianatlantis.blogspot.com/feeds/113814854172001406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6909845&amp;postID=113814854172001406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909845/posts/default/113814854172001406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909845/posts/default/113814854172001406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utopianatlantis.blogspot.com/2006/01/to-laugh-often-and-much-to-win-respect.html' title=''/><author><name>Tess</name><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6909845.post-113809312409816675</id><published>2006-01-24T00:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T00:58:44.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Liquid forgetfulness slips easily enough&lt;br /&gt;But when the morning prise open my eyes full stretch&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is forgotten&lt;br /&gt;Time falls in chunks, not quickly enough,&lt;br /&gt;Too quickly, I can’t remember, I can’t forget,&lt;br /&gt;The smile inside my head doesn’t match the photograph I found,&lt;br /&gt;Life doesn’t care, it marches on relentless,&lt;br /&gt;Drags us behind, kicks us ahead, its all the same,&lt;br /&gt;We’re all just playing the waiting game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6909845-113809312409816675?l=utopianatlantis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utopianatlantis.blogspot.com/feeds/113809312409816675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6909845&amp;postID=113809312409816675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909845/posts/default/113809312409816675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909845/posts/default/113809312409816675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utopianatlantis.blogspot.com/2006/01/liquid-forgetfulness-slips-easily.html' title=''/><author><name>Tess</name><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6909845.post-110993651214904225</id><published>2005-03-04T03:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T03:41:52.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life marches on, its steady pace, one foot thuds down in front of the other. Finally when you stop back and look you see a trail, stretching back into nothingness. When did it begin? I only know I don’t want to stop. I’m scared to stop. I’m tired but I have to keep walking. One foot in front of the other, I won’t stop, because if I do, I don’t think I’ll ever start again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6909845-110993651214904225?l=utopianatlantis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utopianatlantis.blogspot.com/feeds/110993651214904225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6909845&amp;postID=110993651214904225' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909845/posts/default/110993651214904225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909845/posts/default/110993651214904225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utopianatlantis.blogspot.com/2005/03/life-marches-on-its-steady-pace-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Tess</name><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-6909845.post-109931208234875458</id><published>2004-11-01T04:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T04:28:02.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is life really just a series of accidents?&lt;br /&gt;Is it merely coincidence that makes those recurring meetings with special people at different times of our lives?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just fate's way of giving us another chance.&lt;br /&gt;If you weren't sure last time you met, or you felt shy, or you were involved with someone else, or maybe you just didn't really believe that "someone like that" could be interested in "someone like you" ! Whatever the reason when that person reappears in your life will you take the chance the second time around?&lt;br /&gt;And if you don't, will fate, frustrated by your lack of daring, begin to set up round 3 for you to meet again?&lt;br /&gt;Are some things &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; meant to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6909845-109931208234875458?l=utopianatlantis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utopianatlantis.blogspot.com/feeds/109931208234875458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6909845&amp;postID=109931208234875458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909845/posts/default/109931208234875458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909845/posts/default/109931208234875458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utopianatlantis.blogspot.com/2004/11/is-life-really-just-series-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Tess</name><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>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
