<?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-3482271964143618854</id><updated>2011-10-27T01:57:18.127+03:00</updated><category term='foto'/><title type='text'>.Dreams</title><subtitle type='html'>"We are such stuff As dreams are made on and our little life Is rounded with a sleep..." by William Shakespeare</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Melamori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17658235995816185774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NBrbVp7p5w/TBuwC2EvoMI/AAAAAAAAAIg/3obxb2PQMh0/S220/mjr09+014.jpg_effected.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>167</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482271964143618854.post-6033779107552386074</id><published>2011-10-27T01:57:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T01:57:18.144+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
The day i collected oceans by ~loganart on deviantART</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/6033779107552386074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/6033779107552386074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-i-collected-oceans-by-loganart-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Melamori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610357376475019194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gedhzIYIYGI/TQOYlOXWwBI/AAAAAAAAABw/1sYYt76xmfk/S220/And%2Beveryone%2Bmust%2Bbreathe%2Buntill%2Bthey%2527re%2Bdying%2Bbreath.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482271964143618854.post-5154487105733759138</id><published>2011-06-01T16:57:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T16:57:14.425+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Noah and the Whale Originally uploaded by abbigshmailand the sun always shines down on your shoescould be a blue blue christmas for you'cos when the sun always shines down on your shoescould be a blue blue christmas for youOh But the way that your hair is always neatand your skirts fall below your kneesand your love is so pure and so cleanOh, well it comforts me by noah and the whale</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/5154487105733759138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/5154487105733759138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/2011/06/noah-and-whale-originally-uploaded-by_01.html' title=''/><author><name>Melamori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610357376475019194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gedhzIYIYGI/TQOYlOXWwBI/AAAAAAAAABw/1sYYt76xmfk/S220/And%2Beveryone%2Bmust%2Bbreathe%2Buntill%2Bthey%2527re%2Bdying%2Bbreath.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3435/5785472992_cb835253b7_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482271964143618854.post-5414542825371843575</id><published>2011-04-17T04:39:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T04:39:25.115+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>“An orphaned life… like everyone’s. A life illuminated by a strangely radiant death, which continued to glow, in his mind’s eye, like a sort of magic lamp”
Salman Rushdie “Satanic Verses”</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/5414542825371843575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/5414542825371843575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/2011/04/orphaned-life-like-everyones.html' title=''/><author><name>Melamori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610357376475019194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gedhzIYIYGI/TQOYlOXWwBI/AAAAAAAAABw/1sYYt76xmfk/S220/And%2Beveryone%2Bmust%2Bbreathe%2Buntill%2Bthey%2527re%2Bdying%2Bbreath.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482271964143618854.post-3401407290136327286</id><published>2011-04-11T04:25:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T04:25:34.731+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mano siela pasimetusi
mano miegas nebeegzistuoja
as blaskausi ir blaskausi

ir blaskausi
viskas keicias
ir mano akys nesuspeja
gaudyt oro raibuliu

ir as blaskausi</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/3401407290136327286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/3401407290136327286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/2011/04/mano-siela-pasimetusi-mano-miegas.html' title=''/><author><name>Melamori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610357376475019194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gedhzIYIYGI/TQOYlOXWwBI/AAAAAAAAABw/1sYYt76xmfk/S220/And%2Beveryone%2Bmust%2Bbreathe%2Buntill%2Bthey%2527re%2Bdying%2Bbreath.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482271964143618854.post-6801614455501132826</id><published>2011-02-25T18:44:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T18:44:54.034+02:00</updated><title type='text'>What do YOU think happens when we die?</title><summary type='text'>
 We rot in the ground for a hot minute. That’s it, dude. Our consciousness simply ceases to exist. Don’t worry. It’s no big deal. You didn’t exist for the first fourteen billion years, and you won’t exist for the next fourteen billion either.via coketalk</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/6801614455501132826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/6801614455501132826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-do-you-think-happens-when-we-die.html' title='What do YOU think happens when we die?'/><author><name>Melamori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610357376475019194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gedhzIYIYGI/TQOYlOXWwBI/AAAAAAAAABw/1sYYt76xmfk/S220/And%2Beveryone%2Bmust%2Bbreathe%2Buntill%2Bthey%2527re%2Bdying%2Bbreath.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482271964143618854.post-3896040750151113139</id><published>2011-01-13T03:16:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T03:53:24.243+02:00</updated><title type='text'>tegu IV</title><summary type='text'>

tegulpasaulio pabaigaiatėjusmano trumpi pirštaiperskels jūsu kaukolesir aš atrasiugyvenimo prasmę.kai viskas nusidažysraudonaiiš chaoso pakils pusiau juodi sapnaikiekvienas sapnasman bus lygsiuvenyrassudegusio pasaulio dalis.sako dievo nėra, realigija tik prietaraiaš būsiu naujas dievasnauja teorija ir tiesa.arba aš būsiu velniasir maudysiuoskraujo balose. neklausiu nieko.ir NEKLAUSAU
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/3896040750151113139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/3896040750151113139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/2011/01/tegu-iv.html' title='tegu IV'/><author><name>Melamori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610357376475019194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gedhzIYIYGI/TQOYlOXWwBI/AAAAAAAAABw/1sYYt76xmfk/S220/And%2Beveryone%2Bmust%2Bbreathe%2Buntill%2Bthey%2527re%2Bdying%2Bbreath.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482271964143618854.post-5398073773024848892</id><published>2011-01-02T04:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T04:45:50.765+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramuma</title><summary type='text'>

Forgot how beautiful this song is.


Tarp traukinių bėgių aguona žydėsiu,
Akliems mašinistams skirsiu dainas,
Giedosiu, giedosiu, giedosiu, giedosiu,
Nors jie niekada nesupras.

Tarp traukinių bėgių aguona žydėsiu,
Ramybėje saugosiu kaltes numuštas,
Linguosiu, linguosiu, linguosiu, linguosiu,
Kol rudeniai plyšaus ir verks į balas...


Kai ateis mano mirtelė,
Ramumaramumaramu
Ramumaramumaramu
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/5398073773024848892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/5398073773024848892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/2011/01/ramuma.html' title='Ramuma'/><author><name>Melamori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610357376475019194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gedhzIYIYGI/TQOYlOXWwBI/AAAAAAAAABw/1sYYt76xmfk/S220/And%2Beveryone%2Bmust%2Bbreathe%2Buntill%2Bthey%2527re%2Bdying%2Bbreath.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482271964143618854.post-7050878430060094309</id><published>2010-12-13T04:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T04:30:46.694+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
Andrew Bird "The Happy Birthday Song" (Casino de Paris, Paris - 13.11.2009) from Le-HibOO.com on Vimeo</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/7050878430060094309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/7050878430060094309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/2010/12/andrew-bird-happy-birthday-song-casino.html' title=''/><author><name>Melamori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610357376475019194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gedhzIYIYGI/TQOYlOXWwBI/AAAAAAAAABw/1sYYt76xmfk/S220/And%2Beveryone%2Bmust%2Bbreathe%2Buntill%2Bthey%2527re%2Bdying%2Bbreath.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482271964143618854.post-3551459471926476429</id><published>2010-12-11T17:39:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T17:39:58.755+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's a small world and I need to keep my mouth shut.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/3551459471926476429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/3551459471926476429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-small-world-and-i-need-to-keep-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Melamori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610357376475019194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gedhzIYIYGI/TQOYlOXWwBI/AAAAAAAAABw/1sYYt76xmfk/S220/And%2Beveryone%2Bmust%2Bbreathe%2Buntill%2Bthey%2527re%2Bdying%2Bbreath.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482271964143618854.post-313289220258093746</id><published>2010-12-11T04:16:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T04:18:05.135+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun for me (Birthday mix)</title><summary type='text'>


The Hoosiers - Bumpy Ride
Hot Chip - One Life Stand
Regina Spektor - Us
Peaches - Show Stopper
Patrick Wolf - Time of My  Life
The Kooks - Fa La La 
Graffiti 6 - Stare Into The Sun
Cheryl Cole - Fight for This Love</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/313289220258093746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/313289220258093746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/2010/12/fun-for-me-birthday-mix.html' title='Fun for me (Birthday mix)'/><author><name>Melamori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610357376475019194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gedhzIYIYGI/TQOYlOXWwBI/AAAAAAAAABw/1sYYt76xmfk/S220/And%2Beveryone%2Bmust%2Bbreathe%2Buntill%2Bthey%2527re%2Bdying%2Bbreath.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482271964143618854.post-8466016265842993682</id><published>2010-12-09T16:23:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T16:24:30.488+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>

Tribute movie to Alexander McQueen</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/8466016265842993682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/8466016265842993682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/2010/12/httpshowstudio.html' title=''/><author><name>Melamori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610357376475019194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gedhzIYIYGI/TQOYlOXWwBI/AAAAAAAAABw/1sYYt76xmfk/S220/And%2Beveryone%2Bmust%2Bbreathe%2Buntill%2Bthey%2527re%2Bdying%2Bbreath.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482271964143618854.post-290371365125507186</id><published>2010-12-09T04:44:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T15:13:50.860+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>

Noah and The Whale - Stranger
Bjork - All is Full of Love
M. Craft - Dragonfly
Graffiti 6 - Annie You Save Me
Elizabeth and the Catapult - Taller Children
Badly Drawn Boy - Silent Sigh
Beirut - Nantes
Patrick Wolf - Teignmouth [lone bachelor demo 2003]</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/feeds/290371365125507186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3482271964143618854&amp;postID=290371365125507186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/290371365125507186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/290371365125507186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Melamori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610357376475019194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gedhzIYIYGI/TQOYlOXWwBI/AAAAAAAAABw/1sYYt76xmfk/S220/And%2Beveryone%2Bmust%2Bbreathe%2Buntill%2Bthey%2527re%2Bdying%2Bbreath.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482271964143618854.post-7745729243855626642</id><published>2010-12-01T04:37:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T04:37:55.053+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so lonely.
so very lonely.

and the trees and the ground has all been erased.
no landscape,
just a plain white background for me and my loneliness.

it's been snowing for days.
it's been snowing for years now.

i used to hope, hope it will stop
but not anymore

i just accept
the white and me.
just me</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/7745729243855626642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/7745729243855626642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/2010/12/so-lonely.html' title=''/><author><name>Melamori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610357376475019194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gedhzIYIYGI/TQOYlOXWwBI/AAAAAAAAABw/1sYYt76xmfk/S220/And%2Beveryone%2Bmust%2Bbreathe%2Buntill%2Bthey%2527re%2Bdying%2Bbreath.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482271964143618854.post-6808298436340379688</id><published>2010-11-22T21:05:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T21:07:12.945+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Begin forwarded message: Date: 21 November 2010 20:32:18 GMTSubject: PhotoSource: i can readRead more…</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/6808298436340379688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/6808298436340379688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/2010/11/fwd-photo.html' title=''/><author><name>Melamori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610357376475019194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gedhzIYIYGI/TQOYlOXWwBI/AAAAAAAAABw/1sYYt76xmfk/S220/And%2Beveryone%2Bmust%2Bbreathe%2Buntill%2Bthey%2527re%2Bdying%2Bbreath.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482271964143618854.post-9037705838278783143</id><published>2010-11-17T03:07:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T03:11:44.367+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And then you make me happy with a simple 'Thank YOU' and a kiss. And then you make me sad when you decide to walk the busy streets without mee. I think i need to let this go, but you keep showing up, when i expect it least. you make me want to scream and punch and yell and swear. but at the same time i do wish you were there all the time to make me angry to make me sadto make me happy as well. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/9037705838278783143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/9037705838278783143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/2010/11/and-then-you-make-me-happy-with-simple.html' title=''/><author><name>Melamori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610357376475019194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gedhzIYIYGI/TQOYlOXWwBI/AAAAAAAAABw/1sYYt76xmfk/S220/And%2Beveryone%2Bmust%2Bbreathe%2Buntill%2Bthey%2527re%2Bdying%2Bbreath.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482271964143618854.post-3174582197842812203</id><published>2010-11-16T03:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T03:21:39.219+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Devil's in the Details</title><summary type='text'>Failed to see the flaws in the details i adored. and played God. i played God.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/3174582197842812203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/3174582197842812203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/2010/11/devils-in-details.html' title='Devil&apos;s in the Details'/><author><name>Melamori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610357376475019194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gedhzIYIYGI/TQOYlOXWwBI/AAAAAAAAABw/1sYYt76xmfk/S220/And%2Beveryone%2Bmust%2Bbreathe%2Buntill%2Bthey%2527re%2Bdying%2Bbreath.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482271964143618854.post-5581608104455556335</id><published>2010-11-08T01:08:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T01:08:29.448+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"nothing tastes as good as skinny feels..."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/5581608104455556335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/5581608104455556335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/2010/11/nothing-tastes-as-good-as-skinny-feels.html' title=''/><author><name>Melamori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610357376475019194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gedhzIYIYGI/TQOYlOXWwBI/AAAAAAAAABw/1sYYt76xmfk/S220/And%2Beveryone%2Bmust%2Bbreathe%2Buntill%2Bthey%2527re%2Bdying%2Bbreath.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482271964143618854.post-4196253184618345797</id><published>2010-11-07T23:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T23:09:43.170+02:00</updated><title type='text'>i know exactly why i walk and talk like a machine</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/4196253184618345797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/4196253184618345797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-know-exactly-why-i-walk-and-talk-like.html' title='i know exactly why i walk and talk like a machine'/><author><name>Melamori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610357376475019194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gedhzIYIYGI/TQOYlOXWwBI/AAAAAAAAABw/1sYYt76xmfk/S220/And%2Beveryone%2Bmust%2Bbreathe%2Buntill%2Bthey%2527re%2Bdying%2Bbreath.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482271964143618854.post-3643707827720297428</id><published>2010-11-04T01:08:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T01:08:52.995+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Obsessions. by ~Moonfant on deviantARTI've got obsessions.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/3643707827720297428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/3643707827720297428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/2010/11/obsessions.html' title=''/><author><name>Melamori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610357376475019194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gedhzIYIYGI/TQOYlOXWwBI/AAAAAAAAABw/1sYYt76xmfk/S220/And%2Beveryone%2Bmust%2Bbreathe%2Buntill%2Bthey%2527re%2Bdying%2Bbreath.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482271964143618854.post-2189741419771722492</id><published>2010-11-02T02:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T02:22:01.982+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>nobody wants to appear desperate but we all are.  desperate for friendship, for love.  i thought i was ok. But i am not, i'm desperate.    or are my dreams just getting too carried away?  or maybe i'm just falling.  falling into a rabbit hole and am desperate for a helping hand, before my dreams absorb my reality and the beyond transforms my days into never ending fairy tales before bed... Never </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/2189741419771722492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/2189741419771722492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/2010/11/nobody-wants-to-appear-desperate-but-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Melamori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610357376475019194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gedhzIYIYGI/TQOYlOXWwBI/AAAAAAAAABw/1sYYt76xmfk/S220/And%2Beveryone%2Bmust%2Bbreathe%2Buntill%2Bthey%2527re%2Bdying%2Bbreath.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482271964143618854.post-6089188420015422606</id><published>2010-10-24T15:12:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T17:13:22.000+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>postcards from Italy</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/6089188420015422606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/6089188420015422606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/2010/10/postcards-from-italy.html' title=''/><author><name>Melamori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610357376475019194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gedhzIYIYGI/TQOYlOXWwBI/AAAAAAAAABw/1sYYt76xmfk/S220/And%2Beveryone%2Bmust%2Bbreathe%2Buntill%2Bthey%2527re%2Bdying%2Bbreath.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482271964143618854.post-4200852632991662376</id><published>2010-10-18T02:00:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T01:09:31.198+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Nothing in the world is more common than unsuccessful people with talent, leave the house before you find something worth staying in for." by Banksy</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/4200852632991662376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/4200852632991662376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/2010/10/nothing-in-world-is-more-common-than.html' title=''/><author><name>Melamori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610357376475019194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gedhzIYIYGI/TQOYlOXWwBI/AAAAAAAAABw/1sYYt76xmfk/S220/And%2Beveryone%2Bmust%2Bbreathe%2Buntill%2Bthey%2527re%2Bdying%2Bbreath.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482271964143618854.post-1180655853807723798</id><published>2010-10-18T01:21:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T02:00:03.184+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Still waitingand waiting and waitingcannot leave the house until you comeuntil you're heretil there is no reason to wait anymoretil there are no reasons for anything anymore. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/1180655853807723798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/1180655853807723798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/2010/10/still-waiting-and-waiting-and-waiting.html' title=''/><author><name>Melamori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610357376475019194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gedhzIYIYGI/TQOYlOXWwBI/AAAAAAAAABw/1sYYt76xmfk/S220/And%2Beveryone%2Bmust%2Bbreathe%2Buntill%2Bthey%2527re%2Bdying%2Bbreath.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482271964143618854.post-5167503075285568247</id><published>2010-10-16T03:47:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T01:21:10.686+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i gave your ticket awayand i went alonei could smell you all around mei could feel your breath and hear the words you would say to meif you were here.how i wish you were herehow i wish hereyou were</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/5167503075285568247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/5167503075285568247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-gave-your-ticket-away-and-i-went.html' title=''/><author><name>Melamori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610357376475019194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gedhzIYIYGI/TQOYlOXWwBI/AAAAAAAAABw/1sYYt76xmfk/S220/And%2Beveryone%2Bmust%2Bbreathe%2Buntill%2Bthey%2527re%2Bdying%2Bbreath.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482271964143618854.post-2374392523101346472</id><published>2010-10-13T18:21:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T18:21:38.054+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Originally uploaded by feaverishand then you smiled.while my soul slowly flew away like a seagull into the bright ocean</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/2374392523101346472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/2374392523101346472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/2010/10/originally-uploaded-by-feaverish-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Melamori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610357376475019194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gedhzIYIYGI/TQOYlOXWwBI/AAAAAAAAABw/1sYYt76xmfk/S220/And%2Beveryone%2Bmust%2Bbreathe%2Buntill%2Bthey%2527re%2Bdying%2Bbreath.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4109/5036196591_8ee7337872_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482271964143618854.post-5724480105325048786</id><published>2010-10-05T02:28:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T02:37:26.398+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what can you do when you want to fall asleep, but can't really. the mind is buzzingand the eyes are openbut your body wants to sleep.sometimes i think about death.and lifeand if there is a meaning to all of this will i live enough to realise it. they say morning is wiser than night. i disagreei think night is more existential and dreamy. while morning is just painfully realwhen i wake up </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/5724480105325048786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/5724480105325048786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-can-you-do-when-you-want-to-fall.html' title=''/><author><name>Melamori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610357376475019194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gedhzIYIYGI/TQOYlOXWwBI/AAAAAAAAABw/1sYYt76xmfk/S220/And%2Beveryone%2Bmust%2Bbreathe%2Buntill%2Bthey%2527re%2Bdying%2Bbreath.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gedhzIYIYGI/TKplKeWe55I/AAAAAAAAABI/aF7ipt1Lub4/s72-c/thinking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482271964143618854.post-1401745076792566424</id><published>2010-10-03T21:48:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T21:48:38.294+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> If you wake up at a different time in a different place, could you wake up as a different person? (fight club)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/1401745076792566424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/1401745076792566424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/2010/10/if-you-wake-up-at-different-time-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Melamori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610357376475019194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gedhzIYIYGI/TQOYlOXWwBI/AAAAAAAAABw/1sYYt76xmfk/S220/And%2Beveryone%2Bmust%2Bbreathe%2Buntill%2Bthey%2527re%2Bdying%2Bbreath.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482271964143618854.post-3061002933825451185</id><published>2010-10-03T14:21:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T14:24:20.966+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Graffiti6- Annie you Save meRemember Me, Remember Me when you are downFloat me on air and lift me up from off the groundOh baby, I feel lazySo lie here in my arms tonightWould you deny, a poor mans cry, a poor mans cryJust when I'm finding it hard to breath you lift the weight inside of meOh baby I see the light thats burning bright and we're the starsOh Anne, you save me from the worldOh Anne, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/3061002933825451185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/3061002933825451185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Melamori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610357376475019194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gedhzIYIYGI/TQOYlOXWwBI/AAAAAAAAABw/1sYYt76xmfk/S220/And%2Beveryone%2Bmust%2Bbreathe%2Buntill%2Bthey%2527re%2Bdying%2Bbreath.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482271964143618854.post-6905610642573137936</id><published>2010-09-21T15:43:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T15:43:35.624+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>       Daiktizmas by pravda-magazine</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/6905610642573137936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/6905610642573137936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/2010/09/daiktizmas-by-pravda-magazine.html' title=''/><author><name>Melamori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610357376475019194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gedhzIYIYGI/TQOYlOXWwBI/AAAAAAAAABw/1sYYt76xmfk/S220/And%2Beveryone%2Bmust%2Bbreathe%2Buntill%2Bthey%2527re%2Bdying%2Bbreath.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482271964143618854.post-2570366626056956340</id><published>2010-09-20T17:44:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T15:33:19.609+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Am i wrong or am i just misinformed?I hear you are all alone again. Then again can you really be together with someone ?I know I need to try and learn to be with someone, but first of i guess I need to learn to be with me. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/2570366626056956340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/2570366626056956340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/2010/09/am-i-wrong-or-am-i-just-misinformed.html' title=''/><author><name>Melamori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610357376475019194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gedhzIYIYGI/TQOYlOXWwBI/AAAAAAAAABw/1sYYt76xmfk/S220/And%2Beveryone%2Bmust%2Bbreathe%2Buntill%2Bthey%2527re%2Bdying%2Bbreath.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gedhzIYIYGI/TJdzekY2Z0I/AAAAAAAAAA4/tW5pi_jYYDo/s72-c/IMG_0914.JPG_effected.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482271964143618854.post-8708050255798182343</id><published>2010-09-20T17:42:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T17:43:49.354+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's time I'm ready.To fall asleepand dream the most beautiful dream of deep blue skies with smiling little eyes of the stars. Or just dream of you. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/8708050255798182343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/8708050255798182343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-time-im-ready.html' title=''/><author><name>Melamori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610357376475019194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gedhzIYIYGI/TQOYlOXWwBI/AAAAAAAAABw/1sYYt76xmfk/S220/And%2Beveryone%2Bmust%2Bbreathe%2Buntill%2Bthey%2527re%2Bdying%2Bbreath.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482271964143618854.post-6882418573453311987</id><published>2010-09-11T15:30:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T15:32:57.710+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's hard to be silentnot to say anythingto absolutely mute yourself so that you don't exist anymorebut that can never happenyour brain can never stop itself from thinkingevaluatingmemorisingin the end you still say all the things that you meant t0 sayonly to yourselfnot other peoplemaybe it's better to just say it out loud in the first placeis it? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/6882418573453311987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/6882418573453311987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-hard-to-be-silent-not-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Melamori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610357376475019194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gedhzIYIYGI/TQOYlOXWwBI/AAAAAAAAABw/1sYYt76xmfk/S220/And%2Beveryone%2Bmust%2Bbreathe%2Buntill%2Bthey%2527re%2Bdying%2Bbreath.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482271964143618854.post-8985862908314513631</id><published>2010-08-04T00:26:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T00:29:44.305+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i make origami cranes.a crimson crane for you made in a deep deep summer nightwith stars shining on my headand a cool breeze whispering our names to the sleeping grass</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/8985862908314513631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/8985862908314513631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-make-origami-cranes.html' title=''/><author><name>Melamori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610357376475019194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gedhzIYIYGI/TQOYlOXWwBI/AAAAAAAAABw/1sYYt76xmfk/S220/And%2Beveryone%2Bmust%2Bbreathe%2Buntill%2Bthey%2527re%2Bdying%2Bbreath.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482271964143618854.post-7695051845815742732</id><published>2010-08-02T22:57:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T22:58:06.326+03:00</updated><title type='text'>?</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!-- Begin I Write Like Badge --&gt; I write likeJ. K. RowlingI Write Like by Mémoires, Mac journal software. Analyze your writing!&lt;!-- End I Write Like Badge --&gt;chi chi. that's a little funny, although i do adore harry potter</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/7695051845815742732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/7695051845815742732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html' title='?'/><author><name>Melamori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610357376475019194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gedhzIYIYGI/TQOYlOXWwBI/AAAAAAAAABw/1sYYt76xmfk/S220/And%2Beveryone%2Bmust%2Bbreathe%2Buntill%2Bthey%2527re%2Bdying%2Bbreath.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482271964143618854.post-8263000947649103071</id><published>2010-07-25T16:09:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T16:09:06.618+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Originally uploaded by Marija. LiuSleep is such a funny thing, our body is like so sophisticated, a machine complex beyond our wildest imagination. It feels and loves, suffers it can even replicate itself. But it only works half the time. Do you think whoever built a machine like that one day something really cool that works half the time(from the movie "All the days before tomorrow")</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/8263000947649103071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/8263000947649103071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/2010/07/originally-uploaded-by-marija.html' title=''/><author><name>Melamori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610357376475019194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gedhzIYIYGI/TQOYlOXWwBI/AAAAAAAAABw/1sYYt76xmfk/S220/And%2Beveryone%2Bmust%2Bbreathe%2Buntill%2Bthey%2527re%2Bdying%2Bbreath.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2636/4185497355_7af265454f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482271964143618854.post-1266702858557675051</id><published>2010-07-23T23:25:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T23:26:44.638+03:00</updated><title type='text'>only</title><summary type='text'>when the sun sinks deeper into darkness the wind is torturing the treesand the rain is drowning the Earthmy heart feels alive</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/1266702858557675051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/1266702858557675051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/2010/07/only.html' title='only'/><author><name>Melamori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610357376475019194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gedhzIYIYGI/TQOYlOXWwBI/AAAAAAAAABw/1sYYt76xmfk/S220/And%2Beveryone%2Bmust%2Bbreathe%2Buntill%2Bthey%2527re%2Bdying%2Bbreath.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482271964143618854.post-5684445892057810783</id><published>2010-07-20T00:01:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T18:18:22.024+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>“Man, I wish I had something cool wrong with me. Everyone always has all these bizarre and amazing conditions, and I have nothing. I would even settle for a second rate fuck-up, like dyslexia or ADHD or something. Sometimes it’s hard being so perfect.”You know when you spend so much time with one group of people that eventually there’s nothing left to say, and you all just give up and let words </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/5684445892057810783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/5684445892057810783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/2010/07/you-know-when-you-spend-so-much-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Melamori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610357376475019194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gedhzIYIYGI/TQOYlOXWwBI/AAAAAAAAABw/1sYYt76xmfk/S220/And%2Beveryone%2Bmust%2Bbreathe%2Buntill%2Bthey%2527re%2Bdying%2Bbreath.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482271964143618854.post-2142559950639144814</id><published>2010-07-15T23:19:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T23:19:56.854+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Everything popular is wrong~Oscar Wilde </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/2142559950639144814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/2142559950639144814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/2010/07/everything-popular-is-wrong-oscar-wilde.html' title=''/><author><name>Melamori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610357376475019194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gedhzIYIYGI/TQOYlOXWwBI/AAAAAAAAABw/1sYYt76xmfk/S220/And%2Beveryone%2Bmust%2Bbreathe%2Buntill%2Bthey%2527re%2Bdying%2Bbreath.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482271964143618854.post-4252920635498729089</id><published>2010-07-11T18:25:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T18:25:57.954+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> and the bible didn't mention us not even once...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/4252920635498729089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/4252920635498729089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/2010/07/and-bible-didnt-mention-us-not-even.html' title=''/><author><name>Melamori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610357376475019194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gedhzIYIYGI/TQOYlOXWwBI/AAAAAAAAABw/1sYYt76xmfk/S220/And%2Beveryone%2Bmust%2Bbreathe%2Buntill%2Bthey%2527re%2Bdying%2Bbreath.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482271964143618854.post-8459401335660102123</id><published>2010-07-09T19:32:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T19:33:48.932+03:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes i forget</title><summary type='text'>-Say something.. -...-anything.-...-i forgot. you're just in my head.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/8459401335660102123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/8459401335660102123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/2010/07/sometimes-i-forget.html' title='sometimes i forget'/><author><name>Melamori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610357376475019194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gedhzIYIYGI/TQOYlOXWwBI/AAAAAAAAABw/1sYYt76xmfk/S220/And%2Beveryone%2Bmust%2Bbreathe%2Buntill%2Bthey%2527re%2Bdying%2Bbreath.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482271964143618854.post-4334951913992332234</id><published>2010-06-20T16:54:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T16:56:42.912+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your warm and beautiful hands cover me. But sadly the world is still here. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/4334951913992332234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/4334951913992332234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/2010/06/your-warm-and-beautiful-hands-cover-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Melamori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610357376475019194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gedhzIYIYGI/TQOYlOXWwBI/AAAAAAAAABw/1sYYt76xmfk/S220/And%2Beveryone%2Bmust%2Bbreathe%2Buntill%2Bthey%2527re%2Bdying%2Bbreath.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482271964143618854.post-6175927466122156126</id><published>2010-06-19T21:40:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T21:40:42.222+03:00</updated><title type='text'>rise to cosmic dance</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/6175927466122156126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/6175927466122156126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/2010/06/rise-to-cosmic-dance.html' title='rise to cosmic dance'/><author><name>Melamori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610357376475019194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gedhzIYIYGI/TQOYlOXWwBI/AAAAAAAAABw/1sYYt76xmfk/S220/And%2Beveryone%2Bmust%2Bbreathe%2Buntill%2Bthey%2527re%2Bdying%2Bbreath.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482271964143618854.post-4944514101207800131</id><published>2010-06-08T23:18:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T23:18:57.412+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Buti tokia pacia kitur, viska keicia" Princeses pamirstos ir nezinomos</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/4944514101207800131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/4944514101207800131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/2010/06/buti-tokia-pacia-kitur-viska-keicia.html' title=''/><author><name>Melamori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17658235995816185774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NBrbVp7p5w/TBuwC2EvoMI/AAAAAAAAAIg/3obxb2PQMh0/S220/mjr09+014.jpg_effected.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482271964143618854.post-3617506747399775608</id><published>2010-05-12T22:34:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T22:34:39.239+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I see.. You see</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/3617506747399775608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/3617506747399775608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-see-you-see.html' title='I see.. You see'/><author><name>Melamori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17658235995816185774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NBrbVp7p5w/TBuwC2EvoMI/AAAAAAAAAIg/3obxb2PQMh0/S220/mjr09+014.jpg_effected.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482271964143618854.post-1304584463922857955</id><published>2010-05-11T00:39:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T00:40:36.557+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'll burn your house on Sunday morningIt's Sunday 8am, your house is burningI'll burn your house on Sunday morningYour house has burnt, but I'm ain't learningany of your lessonsCan I get another blessing from the priest who lives next door?That's what I pay him forHe said I would live forever, if only I could get to heavenCould you hold my hand?I lost all of my friendsNow I'm so lonelyYou were my</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/1304584463922857955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/1304584463922857955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/2010/05/ill-burn-your-house-on-sunday-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Melamori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17658235995816185774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NBrbVp7p5w/TBuwC2EvoMI/AAAAAAAAAIg/3obxb2PQMh0/S220/mjr09+014.jpg_effected.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482271964143618854.post-8006813767060284656</id><published>2010-04-22T02:44:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T02:44:55.458+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jónsi - Go Do from Jónsi on Vimeo.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/8006813767060284656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/8006813767060284656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/2010/04/jonsi-go-do-from-jonsi-on-vimeo.html' title=''/><author><name>Moonfant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vQBV7a0PnOE/S4KQ8SB2JQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/qvs623GCeZ4/S220/055+5H+022.jpg_effected.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482271964143618854.post-1834720727847955485</id><published>2010-04-09T04:44:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T15:40:20.504+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Grizzly Man from marit karlsen / trust me records on Vimeo.I've been watching him for seven daysHis hands pale hee-ho-hee-ho-hee-hoknuckles moving beneath the skinfoetuslike hee-ho-hee-ho-hee-hoI've caught seven foxesand placed them on the river bankeach night I give him one hee-ho-hee-ho-hee-hocounting down the days till we are oneand clothe his heart in fur hee-ho-hee-ho-hee-hoI sing of arms </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/1834720727847955485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/1834720727847955485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/2010/04/grizzly-man-from-marit-karlsen-trust-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Moonfant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vQBV7a0PnOE/S4KQ8SB2JQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/qvs623GCeZ4/S220/055+5H+022.jpg_effected.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482271964143618854.post-8578394845963871821</id><published>2010-04-09T03:16:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T03:16:06.123+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>

 oren lavie - a dance 'round the memory tree .mp3
   
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</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/8578394845963871821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/8578394845963871821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/2010/04/lavie-dance-round-memory-tree.html' title=''/><author><name>Moonfant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vQBV7a0PnOE/S4KQ8SB2JQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/qvs623GCeZ4/S220/055+5H+022.jpg_effected.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482271964143618854.post-3877137310443184533</id><published>2010-04-08T20:16:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T20:17:48.425+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Michael KennaPhotography, for me, is not about copying the world. I’m not really interested in making an accurate copy of what I see out there. I think one of photography’s strongest elements is its ability to record a part of the world, but also to integrate with the individual photographer’s aesthetic sense. The combined result is an interpretation – and the interpretation, I think, is what is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/3877137310443184533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/3877137310443184533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/2010/04/michael-kenna-photography-for-me-is-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Moonfant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vQBV7a0PnOE/S4KQ8SB2JQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/qvs623GCeZ4/S220/055+5H+022.jpg_effected.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482271964143618854.post-3537830294138186092</id><published>2010-04-08T07:01:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T07:02:36.272+03:00</updated><title type='text'>other people want to be other people</title><summary type='text'>I wonder if people sometimes wanna be me..Because i often want to be other people.Personal life is complicated, messy, dark, twistedand just generally all fucked up.But then when you look at other people's liveseverything just looks so light and easy.I often want to be other people...But then again, maybe other people don't want to be themselves...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/3537830294138186092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/3537830294138186092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/2010/04/other-people-want-to-be-other-people.html' title='other people want to be other people'/><author><name>Moonfant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vQBV7a0PnOE/S4KQ8SB2JQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/qvs623GCeZ4/S220/055+5H+022.jpg_effected.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482271964143618854.post-7594562878868900602</id><published>2010-04-05T21:35:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T21:37:43.058+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Loneliness</title><summary type='text'>Setting sunand a man in the middle of a very old street.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/7594562878868900602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/7594562878868900602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/2010/04/loneliness.html' title='Loneliness'/><author><name>Moonfant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vQBV7a0PnOE/S4KQ8SB2JQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/qvs623GCeZ4/S220/055+5H+022.jpg_effected.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482271964143618854.post-7342086679889047683</id><published>2010-03-26T03:31:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T03:39:07.339+02:00</updated><title type='text'>evening</title><summary type='text'>footsteps in the darknessdimmed light sweet smell and swirling smokewarm cup of green teathe sound of rainsoft whispers and a little butterfly trapped behind a window</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/7342086679889047683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/7342086679889047683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/2010/03/evening.html' title='evening'/><author><name>Moonfant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vQBV7a0PnOE/S4KQ8SB2JQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/qvs623GCeZ4/S220/055+5H+022.jpg_effected.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482271964143618854.post-380871706086526974</id><published>2010-03-19T01:04:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T02:14:28.029+02:00</updated><title type='text'>stand.</title><summary type='text'>And then you stand alone. When everyone else is gone you suddenly realise they were never really there. Oh what relief to worry only about yourself and forget all else, forget all.Just stand alone.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/380871706086526974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/380871706086526974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/2010/03/stand.html' title='stand.'/><author><name>Moonfant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vQBV7a0PnOE/S4KQ8SB2JQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/qvs623GCeZ4/S220/055+5H+022.jpg_effected.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482271964143618854.post-7671843622351358206</id><published>2010-02-28T05:20:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T05:22:12.821+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Stoney- Best Laid Plans</title><summary type='text'>There was me with my prideStanding our ground, standing our groundWe stood and yelled at the tideTo turn around, to turn aroundWell that day would outliveOur best laid plans, our best laid plansSomething just had to giveAnd my castle gave itself back to the sandI was my own and everyone's foolMutton dressed up as lambBut now the emperors clothes have been tornI can see what I amSo hold my hat for</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/7671843622351358206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/7671843622351358206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/2010/02/stoney-best-laid-plans.html' title='Stoney- Best Laid Plans'/><author><name>Moonfant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vQBV7a0PnOE/S4KQ8SB2JQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/qvs623GCeZ4/S220/055+5H+022.jpg_effected.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482271964143618854.post-6771238702859040236</id><published>2010-02-24T17:07:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T17:30:59.466+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>turn around,the snow is fallingstand stillthe bells are ringinglook therethe star is shivering.smell itdoesn't it smell like love? and to think you could have missedall those things.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/6771238702859040236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/6771238702859040236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/2010/02/turn-around-snow-is-falling-stand-still.html' title=''/><author><name>Moonfant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vQBV7a0PnOE/S4KQ8SB2JQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/qvs623GCeZ4/S220/055+5H+022.jpg_effected.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vQBV7a0PnOE/S4VF7LZFCTI/AAAAAAAAABY/gxTzVwK6R2I/s72-c/susidarimas+047.jpg_effectedforblog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482271964143618854.post-8853989590228764506</id><published>2010-02-22T05:43:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T05:44:55.526+02:00</updated><title type='text'>an.gr.y.</title><summary type='text'>too angry to be sorrytoo angry to see too angry to understandtoo angry to sleep</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/8853989590228764506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/8853989590228764506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/2010/02/angry.html' title='an.gr.y.'/><author><name>Moonfant</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482271964143618854.post-7521718288472761859</id><published>2010-02-18T14:26:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T14:26:35.462+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.Kahlil Gibran</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/7521718288472761859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/7521718288472761859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/2010/02/forget-not-that-earth-delights-to-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>Moonfant</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482271964143618854.post-883048926662077449</id><published>2010-02-16T20:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T20:46:04.575+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dragonfly</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/883048926662077449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/883048926662077449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/2010/02/dragonfly.html' title='Dragonfly'/><author><name>Moonfant</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482271964143618854.post-4841947886120190604</id><published>2010-02-15T22:56:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T22:56:54.208+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Buson Yosa</title><summary type='text'>Rudens sutemos gula Šiemet aš   Vienišesnis nei pernai</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/4841947886120190604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/4841947886120190604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/2010/02/buson-yosa.html' title='Buson Yosa'/><author><name>Moonfant</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482271964143618854.post-4088239764844083272</id><published>2010-02-10T23:59:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T00:01:29.684+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dialogue</title><summary type='text'>Stan Brakhage : One thing I know is that there’s no two people on Earth alike; all their cells are as unique as snowflakes. Jonas Mekas: But the interesting thing is, that despite the fact that every snowflake has its own shape, beyond the shape there is water. Somewhere they all meet, somewhere we all meet. When people call me an independent, I usually say, no, I depend on many things, my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/4088239764844083272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/4088239764844083272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/2010/02/dialogue.html' title='Dialogue'/><author><name>Moonfant</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482271964143618854.post-7721234508826658230</id><published>2010-02-09T20:17:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T20:17:55.651+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The essence of memories from Jean-Sebastien Monzani on Vimeo.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/7721234508826658230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/7721234508826658230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/2010/02/essence-of-memories-from-jean-sebastien.html' title=''/><author><name>Moonfant</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482271964143618854.post-1591787735716587507</id><published>2010-02-09T03:58:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T04:04:07.785+02:00</updated><title type='text'>a little bit</title><summary type='text'>too tired to sleep.too sleepy to write. too tired to think. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/1591787735716587507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/1591787735716587507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/2010/02/little-bit.html' title='a little bit'/><author><name>Moonfant</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482271964143618854.post-1507309307281307176</id><published>2010-02-06T01:24:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T01:31:33.769+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the stillness of this moment. i will carry it on forever.the look on your face.i was about to jump into the blackness of the wateroh the look on your facewhen you grabbed me bymy trembling naked arm.i will always carrythat moment with meand the smell of yournaked skin. the feel of the summer wind.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/1507309307281307176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/1507309307281307176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/2010/02/stillness-of-this-moment.html' title=''/><author><name>Moonfant</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vQBV7a0PnOE/S2ypSvlK4lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/woIywPGwFf8/s72-c/antazave09liepa+011.jpg_effected.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482271964143618854.post-8526450505736578392</id><published>2010-02-04T15:47:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T15:49:04.126+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>zydras dangus irsniegas vidurvasari virsta pieniu pukais</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/8526450505736578392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/8526450505736578392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/2010/02/zydras-dangus-ir-sniegas-vidurvasari.html' title=''/><author><name>Moonfant</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482271964143618854.post-5848104820888771678</id><published>2010-02-04T02:53:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T02:26:39.139+02:00</updated><title type='text'>tegu III</title><summary type='text'>tegul jusudustantys plauciaiprisipildo oro.o mano nauja sielategu bus pagaminta is smelio. kai atsimerksi tavo rudos akys matysjurair saulelydzius.skrendancius pauksciusir mylincius tevus. o kai gaivinsituos dustanciuszmonespamatysi mane ir mano siela.tavo rudos akysbus liudnos irtu ieskosi prasmeso jos neramano siela is smelioir netikrai gera. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/5848104820888771678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/5848104820888771678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/2010/02/tegu-iii.html' title='tegu III'/><author><name>Moonfant</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482271964143618854.post-5681182987965167314</id><published>2010-02-04T02:39:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T02:48:55.866+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing.</title><summary type='text'>can you remember sitting by that windowlistening to the stars late at night. talking with the wind early in the morning.making Love late in the afternoon. i miss the sweet smell of Wood.the bitter sound of Wind. i miss the sight of Your brown eyes. and the beautiful Sunrises. can You tell me that storythe last one about Fairies the one that i heard from Youbefore leaving. before this.. You cannot</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/5681182987965167314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/5681182987965167314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/2010/02/missing.html' title='Missing.'/><author><name>Moonfant</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482271964143618854.post-1990160186475753631</id><published>2010-01-29T00:08:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T00:09:17.704+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> "Wait It Out" </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/1990160186475753631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/1990160186475753631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/2010/01/imogen-heap-plays-wait-it-out-video-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Moonfant</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482271964143618854.post-5655247365535154208</id><published>2010-01-25T13:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T13:34:06.678+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lao</title><summary type='text'>By letting it go it all gets done. The world is won by those who let it go. But when you try and try. The world is beyond the winning. Lao-Tzu</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/5655247365535154208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/5655247365535154208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/2010/01/lao.html' title='Lao'/><author><name>Moonfant</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482271964143618854.post-758504587091468818</id><published>2010-01-24T23:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T23:13:25.044+02:00</updated><title type='text'>m</title><summary type='text'>Each day I live in a glass room unless I break it with the thrusting of my senses and pass through the splintered walls to the great landscape. by Mervyn Peak</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/758504587091468818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/758504587091468818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/2010/01/m.html' title='m'/><author><name>Moonfant</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482271964143618854.post-3256228003053824769</id><published>2010-01-18T01:28:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T01:28:51.434+02:00</updated><title type='text'>*</title><summary type='text'> @import url(http://beemp3.com/player/embed.css);  Arctic Monkeys - I Bet You Look Good On The Dancefloor .mp3      Found at bee mp3 search engine</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/3256228003053824769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/3256228003053824769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title='*'/><author><name>Moonfant</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482271964143618854.post-4927921927903614073</id><published>2010-01-03T08:05:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T08:08:11.723+02:00</updated><title type='text'>life</title><summary type='text'>unfortunately life has no rules..it has no boundariesno logicno plan that you could follow..the randomness of life is the plan and the logic of life..possibilities, circumstances, accidentssome people call it luck i say it's sheer coincidence.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/4927921927903614073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/4927921927903614073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/2010/01/life.html' title='life'/><author><name>Moonfant</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482271964143618854.post-4540518323647370735</id><published>2010-01-02T06:14:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T07:09:53.903+02:00</updated><title type='text'>next year things will be different...</title><summary type='text'>you know what they say: the first day of the new year will determine your whole year..well mine is going to be filled withsleep,great work experiences in small restaurants with funny and chatty managers,long conversations with interesting people from all over the world,good wine,impressive fire performances,amazing music and brilliant musicians,excellent and friendly company,sitting on the ground</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/4540518323647370735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/4540518323647370735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/2010/01/next-year-things-will-be-different.html' title='next year things will be different...'/><author><name>Moonfant</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482271964143618854.post-4536956685674201669</id><published>2010-01-02T03:05:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T03:05:47.348+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>spin by ~Moonfant on deviantART</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/4536956685674201669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/4536956685674201669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/2010/01/spin-by-moonfant-on-deviant-art.html' title=''/><author><name>Moonfant</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482271964143618854.post-2223071244238440045</id><published>2010-01-02T02:45:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T02:59:31.129+02:00</updated><title type='text'>sadness.</title><summary type='text'>things can never come back to what they were.there will be experiences, that will stay with you.there will be lost and forgotten ones as well.even though you try you cannot ever go back.there is only the present,because the past is already behind.and the future is not certain.unfortunatelyonce lost is lots forever.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/2223071244238440045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/2223071244238440045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/2010/01/sadness.html' title='sadness.'/><author><name>Moonfant</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482271964143618854.post-1106424643344149783</id><published>2009-12-28T05:17:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T05:20:12.720+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Here is the deepest secret nobody knows. Here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide. And this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart... I carry your heart, I carry it in my heart."from the movie Candy (2006)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/1106424643344149783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/1106424643344149783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/2009/12/here-is-deepest-secret-nobody-knows.html' title=''/><author><name>Moonfant</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482271964143618854.post-905535674546626378</id><published>2009-12-25T05:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T05:08:14.382+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Corpus Christi Carol</title><summary type='text'>He bear her off, he bear her down He bear her into an orchard ground Lu Li Lu Lay Lu Li Lu Lay The falcon hath bourne my mate away  And in this orchard there was a hold That was hanged with purple and gold And in that hold there was a bed And it was hanged with chords of red  Lu Li Lu Lay Lu Li Lu Lay The falcon hath bourne my mate away  And on this bed there lyeth a knight His wound is bleeding </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/905535674546626378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/905535674546626378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/2009/12/corpus-christi-carol.html' title='Corpus Christi Carol'/><author><name>Moonfant</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482271964143618854.post-7132134560915499986</id><published>2009-12-23T22:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T22:21:06.320+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>'.'.'. by ~auchentoshan on deviantART</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/7132134560915499986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/7132134560915499986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Moonfant</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482271964143618854.post-8194841647555392701</id><published>2009-12-17T19:11:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T19:12:43.279+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>land of the deadland of the lostland of the timethat itself forgot</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/8194841647555392701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/8194841647555392701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/2009/12/land-of-dead-land-of-lost-land-of-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Moonfant</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482271964143618854.post-8563176402449255762</id><published>2009-12-11T05:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T05:27:39.063+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>as nepazistu situ draugu.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/8563176402449255762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/8563176402449255762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/2009/12/as-nepazistu-situ-draugu.html' title=''/><author><name>Moonfant</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482271964143618854.post-778528761038004964</id><published>2009-12-09T02:50:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T02:51:07.336+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>no one to by ~Moonfant on deviantART</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/778528761038004964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/778528761038004964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/2009/12/no-one-to-play-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Moonfant</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482271964143618854.post-4042021722322351096</id><published>2009-12-09T02:44:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T02:47:13.750+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Something about us</title><summary type='text'>it might not be the right timei might not be the right onebut there's something about us I want to saycause there's something between us anywayi might not be the right oneit might not be the right timebut there's something about us I've got to dosome kind of secret I will share with youi need you more than anything in my lifei want you more than anything in my lifei'll miss you more than anyone </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/4042021722322351096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/4042021722322351096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/2009/12/something-about-us.html' title='Something about us'/><author><name>Moonfant</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482271964143618854.post-5726112734593138907</id><published>2009-12-04T01:26:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T01:30:02.120+02:00</updated><title type='text'>surprises</title><summary type='text'>don't you just love it when you start watching a random movie and one of your favourite songs comes up on thesoundtrack. or when you get a package full of candyor a letter from an old friend saying how he misses youa day that starts off with a horrible morning but later turns into the best day of your lifemeeting random people in the streetfinding money in your coat pocketcoming home after a long</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/5726112734593138907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/5726112734593138907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/2009/12/surprises.html' title='surprises'/><author><name>Moonfant</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482271964143618854.post-5455341769640291801</id><published>2009-11-29T06:14:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T12:08:18.798+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters to God</title><summary type='text'>what if i tried to stop sleeping for the rest of my lifeor cried for the next three years or soi would just love to feel reliefand have a routine that i could stick toa set of tasks that were meant to be done every daythat would mean that i would not have to thinkbut that is not human nature is it? you would know.. anyway, something that would make my life easierand not so unstable would be nicei</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/5455341769640291801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/5455341769640291801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/2009/11/letters-to-god.html' title='Letters to God'/><author><name>Moonfant</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482271964143618854.post-912956328824216190</id><published>2009-11-27T21:19:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T21:20:41.979+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>relief. relief. reliefthat's what i want to feel for the rest of my life,the best emotion ever!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/912956328824216190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/912956328824216190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/2009/11/relief.html' title=''/><author><name>Moonfant</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482271964143618854.post-5559140797224025388</id><published>2009-11-07T03:49:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T03:52:26.148+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Falymi</title><summary type='text'>My sad nights are sadder without you, looking over my shoulders, peeking around the corners, spying on me through the door, listening to me going to bed and silently sighing for darker nights and lighter stars,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/5559140797224025388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/5559140797224025388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/2009/11/falymi.html' title='Falymi'/><author><name>Moonfant</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482271964143618854.post-7579180196401714534</id><published>2009-11-07T03:38:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T03:40:23.264+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I am</title><summary type='text'>I am angry sadfrustratedneedycravingdesperatecompassionateoutragedironicon the verge of tears.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/7579180196401714534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/7579180196401714534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am.html' title='I am'/><author><name>Moonfant</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482271964143618854.post-6017844524657730254</id><published>2009-10-31T19:41:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T19:42:43.434+02:00</updated><title type='text'>qoute</title><summary type='text'>Diena, kuri prasideda kaip pasaka, o veliau tesiasi ir tesiasi, tarsi tai butu muzika, nors jau vakaras ar kiti metai. ~Sigute Ach</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/6017844524657730254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/6017844524657730254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/2009/10/qoute.html' title='qoute'/><author><name>Moonfant</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482271964143618854.post-199465354885933113</id><published>2009-10-31T19:38:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T19:40:47.669+02:00</updated><title type='text'>i</title><summary type='text'>tamsoje dangus po dienos debesuatskleidzia turtustau svieciantyszvaigdynai irnaktines varnospasakoja senupasauliu istorijastu galvojai, kad naktisnieko verta, ne dienabet aiskiau matyttamsoje, kai sapnaivietoje debesu plaukia ir gali pabandyti atspeti, kuris sapnaskieno.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/199465354885933113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/199465354885933113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/2009/10/i.html' title='i'/><author><name>Moonfant</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482271964143618854.post-7101157114539146072</id><published>2009-10-31T19:35:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T19:38:22.167+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ii</title><summary type='text'>mano senos akys zvelgia is tylios tavo sapno dienospavieniai knygu puslapiai skraidotavo namu kambariuos ir palinkes mastai kodel negalejome rinkt ir klijuoti tu lapu kartumano melynos rasalo rankos klijuojaistorijas ant grindu ir staigasuprantu, kad tas sapnas ne tavo,o mano</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/7101157114539146072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/7101157114539146072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/2009/10/ii.html' title='ii'/><author><name>Moonfant</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482271964143618854.post-6490378283575574163</id><published>2009-10-31T19:24:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T19:27:14.175+02:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><summary type='text'>lovelittledisappointmentlearningwealthebonydinnerlifereceptor loveorigineviljerk</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/6490378283575574163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/6490378283575574163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/2009/10/random.html' title='random'/><author><name>Moonfant</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482271964143618854.post-2534499383965695634</id><published>2009-10-31T19:15:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T19:17:04.141+02:00</updated><title type='text'>?</title><summary type='text'>but then again what is success without failurehappiness without sadness night without day</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/2534499383965695634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/2534499383965695634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='?'/><author><name>Moonfant</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482271964143618854.post-9203252761924501011</id><published>2009-10-31T19:03:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T19:15:37.823+02:00</updated><title type='text'>sadness</title><summary type='text'>sad really..midnight shopping in a huge empty storeclouds up in the sky and windlittle windows looking out upon the old citysilent sobs you hear on the other side of the world.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/9203252761924501011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/9203252761924501011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/2009/10/sadness.html' title='sadness'/><author><name>Moonfant</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482271964143618854.post-8644577218545278758</id><published>2009-04-22T23:10:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T23:10:14.893+03:00</updated><title type='text'>gaze</title><summary type='text'>gunung baru by ~ordinaryocean on deviantART</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/8644577218545278758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/8644577218545278758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/2009/04/gaze.html' title='gaze'/><author><name>Moonfant</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482271964143618854.post-2358202834040960947</id><published>2009-04-19T15:21:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T15:21:47.836+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Grey's anatomy</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/feeds/2358202834040960947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3482271964143618854&amp;postID=2358202834040960947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/2358202834040960947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/2358202834040960947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/2009/04/grey-anatomy.html' title='Grey&amp;#39;s anatomy'/><author><name>Moonfant</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-3482271964143618854.post-4732831247685818032</id><published>2009-04-12T23:02:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T23:05:42.821+03:00</updated><title type='text'>lamb  - bonfire</title><summary type='text'>have you ever wondered why those days existwhen life just seems to be the conspiracy against youi don`t know where the answers lie but i try not to get hung up on the questionsi burn like a good bonfirein whatever i doi burn like a good bonfireand i know i`ll come throughthe time is long overdue for us as cleaving all of our soulswe all get so complicated in our liveswhen walking just walk, when </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/4732831247685818032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/4732831247685818032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/2009/04/lamb-bonfire.html' title='lamb  - bonfire'/><author><name>Moonfant</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482271964143618854.post-2113205700382133942</id><published>2009-03-22T20:40:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T20:41:49.094+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ziggy marley - melancholy mood</title><summary type='text'>a little collie weed to ease I grieftoo much agony living in the limits of big citya little collie weed to meditatetoo much insanity in this societymelancholy mood I eat for my food melancholy moodrise this morning smile with the sunoh I'm blessed another day has beguneverything in life has its purposefind its reason it has its seasonmelancholy mood I eat for my food melancholy moodtears leave my</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/2113205700382133942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/2113205700382133942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/2009/03/ziggy-marley-melancholy-mood.html' title='ziggy marley - melancholy mood'/><author><name>Moonfant</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482271964143618854.post-969755263430691540</id><published>2009-03-19T19:20:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T19:26:20.991+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>some photographs that are pleasant to look at :}anathema P2 by ~5pianos on deviantARTForgotten Place by ~leenik on deviantARThttp://reluctantgod.deviantart.com/art/bulbage-115996025nothing else matters by *TristanGreer on deviantART</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/969755263430691540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/969755263430691540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/2009/03/some-photographs-that-are-pleasant-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Moonfant</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482271964143618854.post-7849857786878329754</id><published>2009-03-02T19:46:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T19:51:58.941+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>there is somethingtickling inside my eyesome curios thoughtsome devious insightthere is somethingdeep inside my throatthat keeps me silentwhen all else is loud</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/7849857786878329754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/7849857786878329754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/2009/03/there-is-something-tickling-inside-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Moonfant</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482271964143618854.post-3457441793064577684</id><published>2009-03-02T19:44:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T19:45:45.549+02:00</updated><title type='text'>tegu II</title><summary type='text'>tegul tavo lūpos būnaramiai sudėtosaš noriu atsimintitave taipkai šlapios rudeniorankos imsnuo mano lūpųtavo vardaaš noriu atsimintitave taip</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/3457441793064577684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/3457441793064577684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/2009/03/tegu-ii.html' title='tegu II'/><author><name>Moonfant</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482271964143618854.post-7434732150626584261</id><published>2009-03-02T19:40:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T02:25:20.503+02:00</updated><title type='text'>tegu I</title><summary type='text'>tegu mano Dievassaugo tavo tūkstantmetę sieląir mūsų dienosvirsta sapnotrupiniaisatsilikusios nuo laikosielos nusisukanuo to seno veidobet tavo miegas svarbesnis mano Dievuiuž maldų aidą</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/7434732150626584261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482271964143618854/posts/default/7434732150626584261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonfant.blogspot.com/2009/03/tegu-mano-dievas-saugo-tavo.html' title='tegu I'/><author><name>Moonfant</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></entry></feed>
