<?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-7204901660824003779</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:24:31.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jack rider</title><subtitle type='html'>creative worker</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackrider.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204901660824003779/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackrider.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jack Rider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18256879920091598539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204901660824003779.post-6637144331860419750</id><published>2007-06-08T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T01:28:51.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thou shalt always kill</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thou shalt not steal if there is direct victim.&lt;br /&gt;Thou shalt not worship pop idols or follow lost prophets.&lt;br /&gt;Thou shalt not take the names of Johnny Cash, Joe Strummer, Johnny Hartman, Desmond Decker, Jim Morrison, Jimi Hendrix or Syd Barrett in vain.&lt;br /&gt;Thou shalt not think any male over the age of 30 that plays with a child that is not their own is a pedophile - Some people are just nice.&lt;br /&gt;Thou shalt not read NME.&lt;br /&gt;Thou shalt not stop likin' a band just 'cause they`ve 'come popular.&lt;br /&gt;Thou shalt not question Stephen Fry.&lt;br /&gt;Thou shalt not judge a book by its cover.&lt;br /&gt;Thou shalt not judge Lethal Weapon by Danny Glover.&lt;br /&gt;Thou shalt not buy Coca-Cola products, thou shalt not buy Nestle products.&lt;br /&gt;Thou shalt not go into the woods with your boyfriend`s best friend, take drugs and cheat on him.&lt;br /&gt;Thou shalt not fall in love so easily.&lt;br /&gt;Thou shalt not use poetry, art or music to get into girls pants - use it to get into their heads.&lt;br /&gt;Thou shalt not watch Hollyoaks.&lt;br /&gt;Thou shalt not attend an open mic and leave as soon as you done your shitty little poem or song, you self-righteous prick.&lt;br /&gt;Thou shalt not return to the same club or bar week in, week out, just cause you once saw a girl there that you fancied but you`re never gonna fucking talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thou shalt not put musicians and recording artists on ridiculous pedestals no matter how great they are or were.&lt;br /&gt;The Beatles - Were just a band.&lt;br /&gt;Led Zepplin - Just a band.&lt;br /&gt;The Beach Boys - Just a band.&lt;br /&gt;The Sex Pistols - Just a band.&lt;br /&gt;The Clash - Just a band.&lt;br /&gt;Crass - Just a band.&lt;br /&gt;Minor Threat - Just a band.&lt;br /&gt;The Cure - Were just a band.&lt;br /&gt;The Smiths - Just a band.&lt;br /&gt;Nirvana - Just a band.&lt;br /&gt;The Pixies - Just a band.&lt;br /&gt;Oasis - Just a band.&lt;br /&gt;Radiohead - They're just a band.&lt;br /&gt;Bloc Party - Just a band.&lt;br /&gt;The Arctic Monkeys - Just a band.&lt;br /&gt;The Next Big Thing - Just a band!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thou shalt give equal worth to tragedies that occur in non-English speaking countries as to those that occur in English speaking countries.&lt;br /&gt;Thou shalt remember that guns, bitches and bling were never part of the four elements and never will be.&lt;br /&gt;Thou shalt not make repetitive generic music, thou shalt not make repetitive generic music, thou shalt not make repetitive generic music, thou shalt not make repetitive generic music.&lt;br /&gt;Thou shalt not pimp my ride.&lt;br /&gt;Thou shalt not scream if you wanna go faster.&lt;br /&gt;Thou shalt not move to the sound of the wickedness.&lt;br /&gt;Thou shalt not make some noise for Detroit.&lt;br /&gt;When I say Hey thou shalt not say Ho.&lt;br /&gt;When I say Hip thou shalt not say Hop.&lt;br /&gt;When I say, he say, she say, we say, make some noise - kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Ah, forgot where I was, hang on]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thou shalt not quote Me Happy.&lt;br /&gt;Thou shalt not shake it like a Polaroid picture.&lt;br /&gt;Thou shalt not wish your girlfriend was a freak like me.&lt;br /&gt;Thou shalt spell the word :Phoenix  P-H-E-O-N-I-X, not P-H-O-E-N-I-X, regardless of what the Oxford English Dictionary tells you.&lt;br /&gt;Thou shalt not express your shock at the fact that Sharon got off with Brad at club last night by saying :Is it.&lt;br /&gt;Thou shalt think for yourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thou shalt always, thou shalt always... kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan le Sac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204901660824003779-6637144331860419750?l=jackrider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackrider.blogspot.com/feeds/6637144331860419750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204901660824003779&amp;postID=6637144331860419750' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204901660824003779/posts/default/6637144331860419750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204901660824003779/posts/default/6637144331860419750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackrider.blogspot.com/2007/06/thou-shalt-always-kill.html' title='Thou shalt always kill'/><author><name>Jack Rider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18256879920091598539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204901660824003779.post-8116565682908794526</id><published>2007-05-24T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T05:35:11.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jack Rider was here...</title><content type='html'> &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;   orasul meu s-a nascut  ca un copil frumos. era mic. dar asta e normal la copii. era atat de mic incat avea o singura strada . dar asta nu il deranja, el era mandru de strada lui. era sanatos.&lt;br /&gt;    copilul asta insa si-a pierdut parinti. nu a fost adoptat. a fost preluat. a fost tuns. ingrozitor de urat. apoi s-au pompat in el vitaminele unei cresteri artificiale. i-au fost bagate pe gat pe rand: fabricile megalitice, cartierele dormitoare si monumente cu scop precis. copilul a crescut. din pacate adolescenta lui a fost inlocuita cu o maturitate falsa.&lt;br /&gt;    orasul acesta nu va fi niciodata matur in adevaratul sens al cuvantului.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    acum fabricile nu mai sunt. muncitorii isi deschid cu spor buticuri. pleaca in provincie la sfarsit de saptamana. asta e un lucru bun.&lt;br /&gt;    el este un om cu varsta nedefinita, ce a fost insa un copil frumos. trasaturile acestea nu dispar niciodata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    ce cald e insa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jack.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204901660824003779-8116565682908794526?l=jackrider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackrider.blogspot.com/feeds/8116565682908794526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204901660824003779&amp;postID=8116565682908794526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204901660824003779/posts/default/8116565682908794526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204901660824003779/posts/default/8116565682908794526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackrider.blogspot.com/2007/05/jack-rider-was-here.html' title='Jack Rider was here...'/><author><name>Jack Rider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18256879920091598539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204901660824003779.post-7406181000597156908</id><published>2007-05-16T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T12:48:23.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pig`s bus stop</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;    … always saw the pig as a very aerodynamic being. turns out it’s one of the things most likely not to fly… geesh… I guess I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;    sitting on the bus was I today. bus just goes on and on. it doesn`t stop in any bus stops. it`s a fucking cab by now… thought for a moment I got on the express line. it`s just the one I usually take. my stop is coming up. what`s he gonna?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    it stops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jack&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204901660824003779-7406181000597156908?l=jackrider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackrider.blogspot.com/feeds/7406181000597156908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204901660824003779&amp;postID=7406181000597156908' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204901660824003779/posts/default/7406181000597156908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204901660824003779/posts/default/7406181000597156908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackrider.blogspot.com/2007/05/pigs-bus-stop.html' title='pig`s bus stop'/><author><name>Jack Rider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18256879920091598539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204901660824003779.post-611735492726469295</id><published>2007-05-15T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T05:56:31.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>to give?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;“And the Good Samaritan, he's dressing&lt;br /&gt;He's getting ready for the show”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob Dylan – Desolation Row&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     you have  to know how to give… it`s even more important then giving…&lt;br /&gt;we all give one way or the other…   I mean… most of us do.  I believe in a vast majority of givers. I give because I feel bad… guilty.  should I give just because I feel the need to give?&lt;br /&gt;     do I have to?&lt;br /&gt;     you know… giving could very well just be one self inflicted… how should I put it… moral steroid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      I`ll try not to give anything for a while. maybe that`s just better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jack&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204901660824003779-611735492726469295?l=jackrider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackrider.blogspot.com/feeds/611735492726469295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204901660824003779&amp;postID=611735492726469295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204901660824003779/posts/default/611735492726469295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204901660824003779/posts/default/611735492726469295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackrider.blogspot.com/2007/05/to-give.html' title='to give?'/><author><name>Jack Rider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18256879920091598539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204901660824003779.post-3151896339674250652</id><published>2007-05-15T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T03:26:46.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wellcome ladies and boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Hello there boys and ladies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wellcome one and all to the Jack Raider`s think in a box...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204901660824003779-3151896339674250652?l=jackrider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackrider.blogspot.com/feeds/3151896339674250652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204901660824003779&amp;postID=3151896339674250652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204901660824003779/posts/default/3151896339674250652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204901660824003779/posts/default/3151896339674250652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackrider.blogspot.com/2007/05/wellcome-ladies-d-boys.html' title='Wellcome ladies and boys'/><author><name>Jack Rider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18256879920091598539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
