<?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-25246283</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:18:44.826-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Franz Fernando</title><subtitle type='html'>Roqueiro frustrado, infeliz? Não XD</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franz-undead.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25246283/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franz-undead.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Undead</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnF3xaKFrLk/SQcz4pr8yrI/AAAAAAAAAJk/3H0kmDbH774/S220/iup4.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25246283.post-8266617582400174487</id><published>2007-06-14T02:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T02:31:08.802-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Já se viu perdido?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando você encontra sua casa e seus amigos, tiram você de lá e o jogam num lugar estranho novamente?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É estranho, minha vida sempre foi assim&lt;br /&gt;e a cada vez que fui jogado num lugar inóspito, pedaços de mim foram ficando para trás&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algumas pessoas ficaram com grandes cacos de mim, e elas sabem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A (minha) vida é complicada, ou então sou eu que complico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem tanto babaca na rua que tem de tudo e por mais que se foda, se dá bem no final ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que isso não acontece comigo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez porque eu tenha muito mais sorte que eles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque os meus amigos, amigos de verdade são os melhores que eu poderia ter&lt;br /&gt;e sei que eles estarão comigo até o final!&lt;br /&gt;Assim como eu vou estar com eles também!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só queria todos do meu lado agora ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25246283-8266617582400174487?l=franz-undead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franz-undead.blogspot.com/feeds/8266617582400174487/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25246283&amp;postID=8266617582400174487&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25246283/posts/default/8266617582400174487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25246283/posts/default/8266617582400174487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franz-undead.blogspot.com/2007/06/j-se-viu-perdido-quando-voc-encontra.html' title=''/><author><name>Undead</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnF3xaKFrLk/SQcz4pr8yrI/AAAAAAAAAJk/3H0kmDbH774/S220/iup4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25246283.post-116348199202099808</id><published>2006-11-14T03:10:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:26:32.026-02:00</updated><title type='text'>amor, amOR, AMOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4250/2634/1600/novas%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4250/2634/320/novas%20010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Boy ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que me apaixonei por uma garota linda que ouve Doors ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tao bobinho, inocente, carente ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25246283-116348199202099808?l=franz-undead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franz-undead.blogspot.com/feeds/116348199202099808/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25246283&amp;postID=116348199202099808&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25246283/posts/default/116348199202099808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25246283/posts/default/116348199202099808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franz-undead.blogspot.com/2006/11/amor-amor-amor.html' title='amor, amOR, AMOR'/><author><name>Undead</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnF3xaKFrLk/SQcz4pr8yrI/AAAAAAAAAJk/3H0kmDbH774/S220/iup4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25246283.post-116201335524917726</id><published>2006-10-28T02:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T02:34:51.080-03:00</updated><title type='text'>REFLEXÃO MADRUGONIAL III</title><content type='html'>Nesses últimos dias ando meio down ... longe de amigos, a saudade apertando o peito, pressão do vestibular novamente, busca por emprego, etc ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E nesse tempo sozinho eu pensei, pensei e pensei sobre coisas diversas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descobri que quem pensa demais é triste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explico:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensando demais sobre coisas demais sozinho, você afasta-se de pensamentos que circulam nos que estão ao seu redor. Você começa a gostar de coisas que pouca gente gosta, lê, assiste, faz, não faz, não lê e não assiste. Assim você auto-exclui-se do meio social e acaba ficando sozinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E sozinho, você volta a formular essas teorias de bêbado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso concluo que quem é um estereótipo deve ser mais feliz. Pois junto com vários outros estereótipos eles riem e divertem-se.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda prefiro ser eu myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje quando eu andava pelas ruas de Curitiba City (sozinho), saindo do cursinho a caminho da minha condução, fui abordado por dois marginais que me levaram um dinheiro reservado para um momento de fun para ser usado eventualmente ¬¬ (e se eu carregasse todo meu dinheiro junto eu não teria nem como voltar para casa ¬¬ por sorte ficaram 2 reais remanescentes ¬¬)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando achamos que nada pode piorar cometemos um engano. Sempre pode ficar pior!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veja só, ao menos não me levaram documentos e nem me deram uma surra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As coisas não estão indo muito bem para mim ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraço aos transeuntes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music of choice:&lt;br /&gt;Chuck Berry - School Days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25246283-116201335524917726?l=franz-undead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franz-undead.blogspot.com/feeds/116201335524917726/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25246283&amp;postID=116201335524917726&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25246283/posts/default/116201335524917726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25246283/posts/default/116201335524917726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franz-undead.blogspot.com/2006/10/reflexo-madrugonial-iii.html' title='REFLEXÃO MADRUGONIAL III'/><author><name>Undead</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnF3xaKFrLk/SQcz4pr8yrI/AAAAAAAAAJk/3H0kmDbH774/S220/iup4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25246283.post-115971216626915667</id><published>2006-10-01T10:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T11:34:42.893-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Relato do Show como visto pelos Hobbits</title><content type='html'>Relato do show do Vibrators como visto pelos Hobbits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O pequeno Hobbit Undead Xadrez-Blusa aguardava o seu drugue Hugo Porco-Espinho-Brian-Setzer, que vinha para a cidade para ver os fabulosos Vibrators.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na taverna 92º Under Pub, os dois drugues viram as bandas de abertura denominadas The Clan, No Milk Today e em seguida o Ovos Presley. Mas o que mais chamou a atenção dos jovens drugues, ou ao menos do drugue Undead Xadrez-Blusa, foi um evento logo no ingresso da taverna 92º Under Pub. O primeiro ser vivo a ser visto pelos olhos míopes do jovem Undead foi o próprio Eddie , andando pelo Pub com um copo de cerveja. Foi uma cena que não vou esquecer, devido ao fato de que o Vibrators é a minha the Best Band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem marcou presença lá também foi o Papito! Sim! O Suplão estava lá também hehehehe, foi inexperado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas o que importa é o show, então vamos ao show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A música de abertura, com uma bateria inconfundível, foi Petrol! Deixando o publico em polvorosa. A ordem correta das musicas que eles tocaram não me lembro. Mas (quase) todas as clássicas estavam lá, Baby Baby, Automatic Lover, Disco in Mosco e a pedidos insistentes, Yeah Yeah Yeah. No repertório estavam também duas covers clássicas, Sheena is a Punk Rocker e White Riot do Clash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não há outra palavra para descrever o show a não ser dizer que “Foi foda!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A única reclamação é que o show foi muito curto. (Se bem que acho que todos os presentes gostariam de ficar vendo o Vibrators a noite inteira hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A música de hoje não poderia ser de outra banda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vibrators – Yeah Yeah Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraço aos transeuntes e outro ao drugue Hugo que foi no show comigo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4250/2634/1600/post.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4250/2634/320/post.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25246283-115971216626915667?l=franz-undead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franz-undead.blogspot.com/feeds/115971216626915667/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25246283&amp;postID=115971216626915667&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25246283/posts/default/115971216626915667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25246283/posts/default/115971216626915667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franz-undead.blogspot.com/2006/10/relato-do-show-como-visto-pelos.html' title='Relato do Show como visto pelos Hobbits'/><author><name>Undead</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnF3xaKFrLk/SQcz4pr8yrI/AAAAAAAAAJk/3H0kmDbH774/S220/iup4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25246283.post-115300179959782389</id><published>2006-07-15T19:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T19:16:39.606-03:00</updated><title type='text'>OS VIBRADORES VÃO VIBRAR EM CURITIBA!!!</title><content type='html'>Putaquepariu ... puta sinal de que muito bons tempos virão, eu me mudo de cidade e minha banda favorita vai pra lá tocar!!!&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4250/2634/1600/Vibrators%20palheta.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4250/2634/400/Vibrators%20palheta.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexta-feira, 25 de Agosto de 2006&lt;br /&gt;hora: 18:30&lt;br /&gt;local: 92 Graus&lt;br /&gt;cidade: Curitiba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abertura da casa 18:30 (01 barril de chop na faixa)&lt;br /&gt;The Clan (18:30 &gt;19:00)&lt;br /&gt;No Milk Today (19:10&gt; 19:50)&lt;br /&gt;Ovos Presley (20:00 &gt; 20:40)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Vibrators (UK) (21:00)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vibrators - The Girl's Screwed Up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*puta filho da puta de sorte cagado que eu sou, só espero que eu não morra até lá XP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25246283-115300179959782389?l=franz-undead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franz-undead.blogspot.com/feeds/115300179959782389/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25246283&amp;postID=115300179959782389&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25246283/posts/default/115300179959782389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25246283/posts/default/115300179959782389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franz-undead.blogspot.com/2006/07/os-vibradores-vo-vibrar-em-curitiba.html' title='OS VIBRADORES VÃO VIBRAR EM CURITIBA!!!'/><author><name>Undead</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnF3xaKFrLk/SQcz4pr8yrI/AAAAAAAAAJk/3H0kmDbH774/S220/iup4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25246283.post-115185127743321560</id><published>2006-07-02T11:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T11:41:17.443-03:00</updated><title type='text'>COISAS CABULOSÍSTICAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4250/2634/1600/DSC01483.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4250/2634/200/DSC01483.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estava eu hoje no mercado, olhando a esmo os cd's ... até que me deparo com COISAS CABULOSÍSTICAS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era o mesmo mercado em que antes eu comprei meu cd do Stray Cats (COISA CABULOSÍSTICA!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então .. voltando ao assunto ... lá eu encontrei umas coisas tipo TELEVISION!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARQUEE MOON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cara .... COISA CABULOSÍSTICA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraço aos transeuntes&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo:&lt;br /&gt;Television - See no Evil&lt;br /&gt;(não .. eu não comprei ... não tenho 40 pila nesse momento ¬¬)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25246283-115185127743321560?l=franz-undead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franz-undead.blogspot.com/feeds/115185127743321560/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25246283&amp;postID=115185127743321560&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25246283/posts/default/115185127743321560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25246283/posts/default/115185127743321560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franz-undead.blogspot.com/2006/07/coisas-cabulossticas.html' title='COISAS CABULOSÍSTICAS'/><author><name>Undead</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnF3xaKFrLk/SQcz4pr8yrI/AAAAAAAAAJk/3H0kmDbH774/S220/iup4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25246283.post-115086243498022110</id><published>2006-06-21T00:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T01:06:27.540-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Estava eu, deitado no piso, sentindo o meu calor sendo roubado pelos azulejos, no escuro, com apenas uma fraca luz refletida pelas paredes do corredor entrando pela porta do quarto. Na janela, as cortinas estavam fechadas ... eu podia ver as luzes dos carros passando de um lado a outro. Com alguma frequencia, eu fitava os olhos na lâmpada no teto ...&lt;br /&gt;Tocava Sonic Youth ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse conjunto de fatores dava uma sensação de você ter deixado sua mente morta e agora pego ela de volta com apenas o suficiente para você ser o espectador da sua própria vida ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estava eu, deitado no piso, e não conseguia sair de lá ...&lt;br /&gt;Eu viajava em meus próprios pensamentos, parecia ter usado alguma droga e agora, sem os efeitos, apenas estava lá ... inerte, vendo os minutos, horas passando ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... minha vida passando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... e eu assistindo ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já faz um tempo que eu acho que estou ficando um pouco mais louco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Música:&lt;br /&gt;Sonic Youth - Shoot&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25246283-115086243498022110?l=franz-undead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franz-undead.blogspot.com/feeds/115086243498022110/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25246283&amp;postID=115086243498022110&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25246283/posts/default/115086243498022110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25246283/posts/default/115086243498022110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franz-undead.blogspot.com/2006/06/estava-eu-deitado-no-piso-sentindo-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Undead</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnF3xaKFrLk/SQcz4pr8yrI/AAAAAAAAAJk/3H0kmDbH774/S220/iup4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25246283.post-115026771744187261</id><published>2006-06-14T03:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T03:48:37.463-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4250/2634/1600/DSC06476.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4250/2634/320/DSC06476.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É ... as vezes estamos no lugar certo, na hora certa e com a quantia de dinheiro certa ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma parte da foto ficou meio cortada, mas tenho certeza de que vocês sabem o que está escrito né, ahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu deixo vocês ficarem com inveja de mim hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda tenho alguns pequenos tesouros aqui ... mas esse é o mais clássico de todos com toda cerveja, ... digo, certeza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou gripado para caralho, mas ontem eu estava pior ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobre as crises about o Love e outras cocoisas, segue uma música do meu Éle-Pêzinho:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm Not Down"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's true that a rich man leads a sad life&lt;br /&gt;N' that's what they from day to day&lt;br /&gt;Then what do all the poor do with their lives?&lt;br /&gt;Have nothing to say on judgment day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been beat up, I've been thrown&lt;br /&gt;Out but I'm not down, I'm not down&lt;br /&gt;I've been shown up, but I've grown up&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not down, I'm not down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my own I faced a gang of jeering in strange streets&lt;br /&gt;When my nerves were pumping and I&lt;br /&gt;Fought my fear in, I did not run&lt;br /&gt;I was not done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have lived that kind of day&lt;br /&gt;When one of your sorrows will go away&lt;br /&gt;It goes down and down and hit the floor&lt;br /&gt;Down and down and down some more&lt;br /&gt;Depression&lt;br /&gt;But I now there'll be some way&lt;br /&gt;When I can swing everything back my way&lt;br /&gt;Like skyscrapers rising up&lt;br /&gt;Floor by floor, I'm not giving up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you rock around and think that&lt;br /&gt;You're the toughest&lt;br /&gt;In the world, the whole wide world&lt;br /&gt;But you're streets away from where&lt;br /&gt;It gets the roughest&lt;br /&gt;You ain't been there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraço aos Transeuntes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25246283-115026771744187261?l=franz-undead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franz-undead.blogspot.com/feeds/115026771744187261/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25246283&amp;postID=115026771744187261&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25246283/posts/default/115026771744187261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25246283/posts/default/115026771744187261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franz-undead.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Undead</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnF3xaKFrLk/SQcz4pr8yrI/AAAAAAAAAJk/3H0kmDbH774/S220/iup4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25246283.post-114983455856661079</id><published>2006-06-09T02:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T03:29:18.710-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;REFLEXÃO MADRUGONIAL II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O Love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Amor", segundo o dicionário Melhoramentos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a.mor&lt;/strong&gt; (ô) &lt;em&gt;sm&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt; Forte inclinação por pessoa de outro sexo. &lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt; Afeição, grande amizade. &lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Fig&lt;/em&gt;. Coisa ou pessoa bonita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Amor", segundo o dicionário Undeadvus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;môr 1&lt;/strong&gt; Perda de vontade e livre-arbítrio. &lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt; Gasto de uma quantia de X U.M. (X Unidades Monetárias) com alcool para matar lágrimas devido à presença de água nos pulmões destes. &lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt; Plano arquitetado desde a antiguidade por donos de floriculturas juntamente com o Dia dos Namorados. &lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt; Cocoisa da vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resumindo o pensamento de hoje:&lt;br /&gt;1- O Love é uma bosta&lt;br /&gt;2- Eu não quero amar nunca mais&lt;br /&gt;3- Amor é uma coisa complexa demais para moi&lt;br /&gt;4= 2+2&lt;br /&gt;5- Segundo o dicionário, homossexuais não podem amar&lt;br /&gt;6- Leia o 5 e depois o 2 ... Não. Não pretendo virar homossexual&lt;br /&gt;7- Eu disse que NÂO! Porra!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraço aos transeuntes&lt;br /&gt;Música de hoje:&lt;br /&gt;The Zombies - She's not There&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25246283-114983455856661079?l=franz-undead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franz-undead.blogspot.com/feeds/114983455856661079/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25246283&amp;postID=114983455856661079&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25246283/posts/default/114983455856661079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25246283/posts/default/114983455856661079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franz-undead.blogspot.com/2006/06/reflexo-madrugonial-ii-o-love-amor.html' title=''/><author><name>Undead</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnF3xaKFrLk/SQcz4pr8yrI/AAAAAAAAAJk/3H0kmDbH774/S220/iup4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25246283.post-114939602263965150</id><published>2006-06-04T01:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T01:40:22.666-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A vida prega peças na gente ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou será que somos nós mesmos que as pregamos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4250/2634/1600/Imagem%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4250/2634/200/Imagem%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei que é tudo uma bosta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Música:&lt;br /&gt;Link Wray - Rumble&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25246283-114939602263965150?l=franz-undead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franz-undead.blogspot.com/feeds/114939602263965150/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25246283&amp;postID=114939602263965150&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25246283/posts/default/114939602263965150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25246283/posts/default/114939602263965150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franz-undead.blogspot.com/2006/06/vida-prega-peas-na-gente.html' title=''/><author><name>Undead</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnF3xaKFrLk/SQcz4pr8yrI/AAAAAAAAAJk/3H0kmDbH774/S220/iup4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25246283.post-114930933864480243</id><published>2006-06-03T01:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T01:35:38.653-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu + World Wide Web + Madrugada = Madrugada Melancólica e Solitária = Uma bosta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Thrills - Big Sur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for the city&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that you'll dance to the end&lt;br /&gt;Just tell me that you'll dance to the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey you're the monkees&lt;br /&gt;People said you monkeyed around&lt;br /&gt;But nobody's listening now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just don't go back to Big Sur&lt;br /&gt;Hangin' around, lettin' your old man down&lt;br /&gt;Just don't go back to Big Sur&lt;br /&gt;Baby baby please don't go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for the street lights&lt;br /&gt;They're never gonna guide you home&lt;br /&gt;No they're never gonna guide you home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down at the steam boat show,&lt;br /&gt;All the kids start spittin'&lt;br /&gt;I guess it didn't live up to the billing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just don't go back to Big Sur&lt;br /&gt;Hangin' around, lettin' your old man down&lt;br /&gt;Just don't go back to Big Sur&lt;br /&gt;Baby baby please don't go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25246283-114930933864480243?l=franz-undead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franz-undead.blogspot.com/feeds/114930933864480243/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25246283&amp;postID=114930933864480243&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25246283/posts/default/114930933864480243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25246283/posts/default/114930933864480243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franz-undead.blogspot.com/2006/06/eu-world-wide-web-madrugada-madrugada.html' title=''/><author><name>Undead</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnF3xaKFrLk/SQcz4pr8yrI/AAAAAAAAAJk/3H0kmDbH774/S220/iup4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25246283.post-114896955619555957</id><published>2006-05-30T02:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T03:12:36.203-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Já sentiu fúria sem uma razão aparente?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São exatamente 3:00 agora e eu fiquei MUITO PUTO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei bem por que ... tem motivos extremamente idiotas para isso (coisas que li por aí), mas insisto em negar que sejam aquelas coisas o motivo ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... prefiro pensar que minha (instável) vida me deixa irritadiço às vezes ... talvez seja verdade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se não for acho que eu sou um puta canalha.&lt;br /&gt;(Não me assustaria se isso for verídico)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é nada pessoal, mas agora imagine todo o tipo de xingamentos imagináveis (não são direcionados a ninguém, é só xingar por xingar)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trilha do Post:&lt;br /&gt;The Ventures - Lies&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25246283-114896955619555957?l=franz-undead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franz-undead.blogspot.com/feeds/114896955619555957/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25246283&amp;postID=114896955619555957&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25246283/posts/default/114896955619555957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25246283/posts/default/114896955619555957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franz-undead.blogspot.com/2006/05/j-sentiu-fria-sem-uma-razo-aparente-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Undead</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnF3xaKFrLk/SQcz4pr8yrI/AAAAAAAAAJk/3H0kmDbH774/S220/iup4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25246283.post-114810819096302259</id><published>2006-05-20T03:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T03:56:30.970-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;UM DIA LESGAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Para você, o que é um dia legal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outro dia, eu e meu drugue Porco-Espinho (também conhecido como Sonic) andamos pelas ruas, bebemos milk shake, conversamos um monte, jogamos fliperama (tentamos hahahaha) ... enfim ... se for ver, não fizemos nada de mais ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foram coisas tão simples e um dia tão legal ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para mim são essas pequenas coisas que são legais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E para ustedes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraço aos transeuntes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post's Trilha&lt;br /&gt;The Horrors - Karen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25246283-114810819096302259?l=franz-undead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franz-undead.blogspot.com/feeds/114810819096302259/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25246283&amp;postID=114810819096302259&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25246283/posts/default/114810819096302259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25246283/posts/default/114810819096302259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franz-undead.blogspot.com/2006/05/um-dia-lesgal-para-voc-o-que-um-dia.html' title=''/><author><name>Undead</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnF3xaKFrLk/SQcz4pr8yrI/AAAAAAAAAJk/3H0kmDbH774/S220/iup4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25246283.post-114784387252441913</id><published>2006-05-17T01:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T02:40:18.453-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REFLEXÃO MADRUGONIAL  1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;THE ROTINA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nós sempre reclamamos da Rotina, achamos uma chatice só ... enfim, ela dispensa maiores comentários. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agora imagine um ser fictício, com uma vida meio bagunçada, mas caminhando na medida do normal. Ele, como muitos outros seres fictícios, faz planos para sua vida, sejam eles para daqui um mês ou para daqui dois minutos. Planos dos quais alguns pareciam estar concretizando-se.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Até aí, normal ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now, imagine uma adversidade fictícia. Ela aproxima-se do ser fictício e o adversiona, forçando-o a mudar de habitat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Até aí, normal too ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O ser fictício faz novos planos. Passados alguns invernos, os planos do ser fictício começavam a dar frutos, mas eis que surge a adversidade fictícia. O ser fictício tenta fazer algo, mas se vê impotente diante da situação e muda de habitat novamente.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agora a adversidade fictícia aparece para tomar chá com o ser fictício quase todos os dias, está tornando-se algo semelhante a um chiclete fictício grudado num sapato de boliche fictício. Um chiclete fictício mascado por camelos fictícios, ou seja, de impossível remoção.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O ser fictício nada pode fazer, ele tenta, mas é tudo em vão. É o tipo de situação non-fictis grande demais para um ser non-fictis poder tomar um caminho diferente e fazer os antigos planos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas onde entra a Rotina?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bem ... o ser fictício tinha uma vida pacata, parada e mostarda. Rotiniante.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agora ele é perseguido pela adversidade fictícia. Não há mais Rotina.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Rotina de que tanto reclamamos é ruim? Sim.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas é boa?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em certas horas parece uma boa opção ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A adversidade fictícia cansa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-----------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abraço aos transeuntes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Post's Trilha:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dinosaur Jr. - The Wagon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25246283-114784387252441913?l=franz-undead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franz-undead.blogspot.com/feeds/114784387252441913/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25246283&amp;postID=114784387252441913&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25246283/posts/default/114784387252441913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25246283/posts/default/114784387252441913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franz-undead.blogspot.com/2006/05/reflexo-madrugonial-1-rotina-ns-sempre.html' title=''/><author><name>Undead</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnF3xaKFrLk/SQcz4pr8yrI/AAAAAAAAAJk/3H0kmDbH774/S220/iup4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25246283.post-114763772872523960</id><published>2006-05-14T16:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T02:46:57.793-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4250/2634/1600/xuxa.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4250/2634/200/xuxa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4250/2634/1600/xuxa.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Porque no final agente não foge pro Caribe... mas não custa nada imaginar" ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Post's Trilha:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Siouxie &amp;amp; the Banshees - Dear Prudence&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25246283-114763772872523960?l=franz-undead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franz-undead.blogspot.com/feeds/114763772872523960/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25246283&amp;postID=114763772872523960&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25246283/posts/default/114763772872523960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25246283/posts/default/114763772872523960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franz-undead.blogspot.com/2006/05/porque-no-final-agente-no-foge-pro.html' title=''/><author><name>Undead</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnF3xaKFrLk/SQcz4pr8yrI/AAAAAAAAAJk/3H0kmDbH774/S220/iup4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25246283.post-114697910375925615</id><published>2006-05-07T01:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T02:18:23.766-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4250/2634/1600/walk-the-line-0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4250/2634/320/walk-the-line-0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Num dia você é rei, herói, galã de novela, sex symbol, John Travolta, Zé Bunitinho, Elvis Presley, ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No outro você vira o Gasparzinho ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erros a gente comete, mas nunca é por querer ... e se for analizar de um ponto de vista diferente do seu, talvez o erro se torne a melhor opção ... ou a menos dolorosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu virei pra um lado e você pro outro ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi bom pra você?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post's Trilha:&lt;br /&gt;Franz Ferdinand - Walk Away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25246283-114697910375925615?l=franz-undead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franz-undead.blogspot.com/feeds/114697910375925615/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25246283&amp;postID=114697910375925615&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25246283/posts/default/114697910375925615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25246283/posts/default/114697910375925615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franz-undead.blogspot.com/2006/05/num-dia-voc-rei-heri-gal-de-novela-sex.html' title=''/><author><name>Undead</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnF3xaKFrLk/SQcz4pr8yrI/AAAAAAAAAJk/3H0kmDbH774/S220/iup4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25246283.post-114412474214780493</id><published>2006-04-04T01:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T01:25:42.153-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Inaugurando meu blog de merda, vou falar que minha música me dá dor de cabeça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos ver o que eu consigo expremer dessa minha cabeça tosca mais pra frente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Música de hoje: Buddy Holly - Maybe Baby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25246283-114412474214780493?l=franz-undead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franz-undead.blogspot.com/feeds/114412474214780493/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25246283&amp;postID=114412474214780493&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25246283/posts/default/114412474214780493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25246283/posts/default/114412474214780493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franz-undead.blogspot.com/2006/04/inaugurando-meu-blog-de-merda-vou.html' title=''/><author><name>Undead</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnF3xaKFrLk/SQcz4pr8yrI/AAAAAAAAAJk/3H0kmDbH774/S220/iup4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
