<?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-8261256303586831433</id><updated>2011-07-31T07:42:23.541+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Jack Stone : Issues</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksissues.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8261256303586831433/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksissues.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jack Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17372356992779070596</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>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8261256303586831433.post-3785728089770394043</id><published>2009-11-28T02:48:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-28T02:48:38.734Z</updated><title type='text'>The Simple Life</title><content type='html'>What I'd give to have a narrow mind&lt;br /&gt;What I'd give to have nothing to find&lt;br /&gt;No goals to achieve, loved ones to leave&lt;br /&gt;And no motherchuffing ties that bind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life would be so simple if that were true&lt;br /&gt;No more sleepless nights thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;No more days stuck beneath a cloud&lt;br /&gt;No more desires to make you proud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life would be so easy if I were brain dead&lt;br /&gt;But I think too much instead&lt;br /&gt;I dream of ignorance being so blissful&lt;br /&gt;Yet I'm feeling so down and so damn pitiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I'd love to have low expectations&lt;br /&gt;Spending all day playing on the playstation&lt;br /&gt;But I'm cursed so I can never sit still&lt;br /&gt;Now I live my life dependant on a green and yellow pill&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8261256303586831433-3785728089770394043?l=jacksissues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksissues.blogspot.com/feeds/3785728089770394043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Building Blocks</title><content type='html'>Truth be told, the grudges i hold&lt;br /&gt;Come together to produce lyrical gold&lt;br /&gt;So i recycle my stories for you to hear&lt;br /&gt;Over and over until they get old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a pill, sip my drink&lt;br /&gt;And let the pen spill the ink&lt;br /&gt;Inhale smoke from my cigarette&lt;br /&gt;As I take a moment to think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this state of mind all the time&lt;br /&gt;In my zone i'm so hard to find&lt;br /&gt;So many years of hanging my head low&lt;br /&gt;Finally claiming my time to shine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Here it goes...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong because I'm no longer bitter&lt;br /&gt;But I'm sure that she used to be much fitter&lt;br /&gt;The saying goes you can't polish a turd&lt;br /&gt;But you can cover one in make-up and glitter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8261256303586831433-4358838755784533816?l=jacksissues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksissues.blogspot.com/feeds/4358838755784533816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacksissues.blogspot.com/2009/11/building-blocks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8261256303586831433/posts/default/4358838755784533816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8261256303586831433/posts/default/4358838755784533816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksissues.blogspot.com/2009/11/building-blocks.html' title='Building Blocks'/><author><name>Jack Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17372356992779070596</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-8261256303586831433.post-3413186714910374410</id><published>2009-11-28T02:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-11-28T02:47:31.895Z</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the Future</title><content type='html'>Welcome to the future, leave the past behind&lt;br /&gt;Start again fresh and pay no mind&lt;br /&gt;Let karma deal with those who've dealt you pain&lt;br /&gt;Let's evolve while the foolish just stay the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more bitching about stupid bitches&lt;br /&gt;No more backstabbing friends fucking your ex's&lt;br /&gt;No more hot and cold Welsh girls fucking with my mind&lt;br /&gt;Middle finger to you as I leave you far behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The DeLorean picks up pace and leaves this place&lt;br /&gt;It'll be too soon if never again I see your face&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye to you playing up and working up my jealousy&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye to you playing a whore and then blaming me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I kidding? Forever and a day I'll hold this grudge&lt;br /&gt;Never before has a person made me want to vomit so much&lt;br /&gt;And fuck you and good riddance to that backstabbing little shit&lt;br /&gt;I hope your cock rots off inside that fucking bitch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8261256303586831433-3413186714910374410?l=jacksissues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksissues.blogspot.com/feeds/3413186714910374410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacksissues.blogspot.com/2009/11/welcome-to-future.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8261256303586831433/posts/default/3413186714910374410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8261256303586831433/posts/default/3413186714910374410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksissues.blogspot.com/2009/11/welcome-to-future.html' title='Welcome to the Future'/><author><name>Jack Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17372356992779070596</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-8261256303586831433.post-2143285479461546264</id><published>2009-10-01T02:52:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T03:05:09.318+01:00</updated><title type='text'>.083085 (Part One)</title><content type='html'>From the day I was born, from the first time I screamed so loud&lt;br /&gt;All I ever wanted to do was make you proud&lt;br /&gt;If I ever fall short of your hopes and dreams&lt;br /&gt;Please know this isn't as easy as it seems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running against the wind, fighting the shadows&lt;br /&gt;Weight of the world on my shoulders, though it never shows&lt;br /&gt;I hope and dream to one day reach the finish line&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that I haven't wasted too much time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the day I was born and brought into the family&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to pay back those who had accepted me&lt;br /&gt;Everything I do is done to make you proud of me&lt;br /&gt;And I pray to whoever listens that one day you'll see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The frustration built until one day I cut myself wide&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to let the demons out until I cried&lt;br /&gt;But never did it work, so my struggle continued on&lt;br /&gt;So now I have my pill crutch to lean on....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8261256303586831433-2143285479461546264?l=jacksissues.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8261256303586831433.post-2763399089261890360</id><published>2009-06-16T00:21:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T00:21:21.853+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>Sick of people saying they'll keep in touch, when they never do&lt;br /&gt;Sick of of grey skies when they should be blue&lt;br /&gt;Sick of living this lie when it should be true&lt;br /&gt;Sick of being so alone when I should be with you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8261256303586831433-2763399089261890360?l=jacksissues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksissues.blogspot.com/feeds/2763399089261890360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacksissues.blogspot.com/2009/06/sick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8261256303586831433/posts/default/2763399089261890360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8261256303586831433/posts/default/2763399089261890360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksissues.blogspot.com/2009/06/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>Jack Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17372356992779070596</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-8261256303586831433.post-1335041133768302496</id><published>2009-06-16T00:20:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T00:20:47.873+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Middle of the Night</title><content type='html'>The clock strikes 3, three times&lt;br /&gt;Every time it chimes, sends shivers down my spine&lt;br /&gt;Time passing even as I sit still&lt;br /&gt;Trying to smother the urge to kill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close my eyes that fill blood red&lt;br /&gt;Sneak around whilst everyone's in bed&lt;br /&gt;Slowly fill the bath until it reaches brim&lt;br /&gt;Remove all my clothes before stepping in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lower myself gently as regrets wash away&lt;br /&gt;Realisation that there is no other way&lt;br /&gt;Further down until your head is submerged&lt;br /&gt;Evil grin, given in to that sinful urge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories rush from baby birth day one&lt;br /&gt;To present and the last time you saw the sun&lt;br /&gt;But imagery of Mother's tears from second born's death&lt;br /&gt;Forces you up to take another breath&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8261256303586831433-1335041133768302496?l=jacksissues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksissues.blogspot.com/feeds/1335041133768302496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacksissues.blogspot.com/2009/06/middle-of-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8261256303586831433/posts/default/1335041133768302496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8261256303586831433/posts/default/1335041133768302496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksissues.blogspot.com/2009/06/middle-of-night.html' title='Middle of the Night'/><author><name>Jack Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17372356992779070596</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-8261256303586831433.post-3006474663741681065</id><published>2009-06-15T23:58:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T00:08:35.389+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cnwy</title><content type='html'>Ink brought us together, now we're forever apart&lt;br /&gt;She lifted me up, and then shattered by heart&lt;br /&gt;Before we met, we'd talk on the phone for hours&lt;br /&gt;About how when we'd meet, I'd shower her with flowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed destined to be, seemed so right&lt;br /&gt;I knew as soon as I saw her, I'd squeeze her in tight&lt;br /&gt;We got so close, just by talking on the phone&lt;br /&gt;She even told me that her home was my home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The left side of her bed was mine for the taking&lt;br /&gt;The day couldn't come quick enough, I was sick of the waiting&lt;br /&gt;Five hours on the train, but every second was worth it&lt;br /&gt;Because when I saw her face, it was just so perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hugged on the platform like a scene from the movies&lt;br /&gt;Her kiss was so sweet and everything I'd thought it'd be&lt;br /&gt;We went straight upstairs when we got in&lt;br /&gt;Electric sparks when I was touching her skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never before had I felt so at home&lt;br /&gt;Dreading the time when I'd have to leave her alone&lt;br /&gt;But all my wishing couldn't help as that day soon came&lt;br /&gt;And I had to pack up my things and get back on the train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a minute had passed and I was already missing her&lt;br /&gt;Remembering how I had only just been kissing her&lt;br /&gt;But I'd see her again, of that I was sure&lt;br /&gt;If I was ever feeling down, she was my cure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things soon changed when I crashed into the bend&lt;br /&gt;Because now all she wanted was to be my friend&lt;br /&gt;Not ready for anyone else in her life, is what she claimed&lt;br /&gt;And I guess for that she can't really be blamed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it still hurts how you suddenly changed your mind&lt;br /&gt;From loving me to not having the energy or the time&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, but my feelings mean we can never be just friends&lt;br /&gt;So when it comes to me and you, this is the end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8261256303586831433-3006474663741681065?l=jacksissues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksissues.blogspot.com/feeds/3006474663741681065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacksissues.blogspot.com/2009/06/cnwy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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It was written for her eyes only, so it won't be replicated here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8261256303586831433-5069268112464146735?l=jacksissues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksissues.blogspot.com/feeds/5069268112464146735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacksissues.blogspot.com/2009/05/burning-bridges.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8261256303586831433/posts/default/5069268112464146735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8261256303586831433/posts/default/5069268112464146735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksissues.blogspot.com/2009/05/burning-bridges.html' title='Burning Bridges'/><author><name>Jack Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17372356992779070596</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-8261256303586831433.post-4375474585558650023</id><published>2009-05-22T02:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T02:52:03.078+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Jack Stone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkbBo90H2JQ/ShYFJ0ePvuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SsnWQnEXbus/s1600-h/front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkbBo90H2JQ/ShYFJ0ePvuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SsnWQnEXbus/s400/front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338460074556767970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming soon.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8261256303586831433-4375474585558650023?l=jacksissues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksissues.blogspot.com/feeds/4375474585558650023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacksissues.blogspot.com/2009/05/welcome-to-jack-stone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8261256303586831433/posts/default/4375474585558650023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8261256303586831433/posts/default/4375474585558650023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksissues.blogspot.com/2009/05/welcome-to-jack-stone.html' title='Welcome to Jack Stone'/><author><name>Jack Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17372356992779070596</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkbBo90H2JQ/ShYFJ0ePvuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SsnWQnEXbus/s72-c/front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
