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/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I was ready to throw in the towel,"chimed in Kat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"As the Chronicler,you will be the satellite that always circles the chosen ones,"chanted LMDC.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27756959-7911522560118527474?l=samualspade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/feeds/7911522560118527474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Clinic/Ink/Saving</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"For saving my life-here-now-in this clinic-I request that you set ink to paper-record the beginnings here,today-and for your efforts you will be know forever as the '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Chronicler&lt;/span&gt;' ."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27756959-8952261231872029353?l=samualspade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/feeds/8952261231872029353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27756959&amp;postID=8952261231872029353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/8952261231872029353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/8952261231872029353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/2009/05/clinicinksaving.html' title='Clinic/Ink/Saving'/><author><name>Sam Spade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059431151552488236</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-27756959.post-3246120286392730472</id><published>2009-05-20T18:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T19:20:04.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pose/Offer/Meter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For the first time,the professor saw LMDC outside of her box.She was taller(6'2" or so) than he had thought.Her almond shaped eyes were hypnotic.Her cadence was like rhyme and meter.Smooth like wine,"Let me pose you an question,"she spoke,"Give you an offer you can not refuse." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27756959-3246120286392730472?l=samualspade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/feeds/3246120286392730472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27756959&amp;postID=3246120286392730472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/3246120286392730472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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it dawn or dusk?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27756959-8009149764417956360?l=samualspade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/feeds/8009149764417956360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27756959&amp;postID=8009149764417956360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/8009149764417956360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/8009149764417956360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/2009/05/channelduskbalcony.html' title='Channel/Dusk/Balcony'/><author><name>Sam Spade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059431151552488236</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-27756959.post-3804558344978686931</id><published>2009-05-20T18:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T18:47:07.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Win/Charge/Drop</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Did the good guys win?"the professor asked,not quite knowing what he was asking.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Here,"he heard someone say(was it Kat?),"Don't drop him.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Another voice,"You set me free."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clearing the cobwebs,he heard himself say,"No charge.It's on me."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27756959-3804558344978686931?l=samualspade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/feeds/3804558344978686931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27756959&amp;postID=3804558344978686931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/3804558344978686931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/3804558344978686931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/2009/05/winchargedrop.html' title='Win/Charge/Drop'/><author><name>Sam Spade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059431151552488236</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-27756959.post-2200585325079783307</id><published>2009-05-20T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T18:38:10.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well/Pretend/Return</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Micheal Stanley slowly regained conciseness,"Well,don't pretend you aren't awake,"he heard a female voice say as someone else lifted him up from behind ,"Get up and return to the living."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27756959-2200585325079783307?l=samualspade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/feeds/2200585325079783307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27756959&amp;postID=2200585325079783307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/2200585325079783307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/2200585325079783307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/2009/05/wellpretendreturn.html' title='Well/Pretend/Return'/><author><name>Sam Spade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059431151552488236</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-27756959.post-6192503304251063421</id><published>2009-05-20T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T18:29:38.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dislike/Tea/Sweep</title><content type='html'>So much &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;information began to sweep him off his feet.It seemed to be breathing salt.His lungs-his whole being-becoming salt.A rush,somewhat like sipping a too strong-too bitter tea-emcompassed him.It became stronger and stronger upon him.His eyes rolled back into his head.He felt like he was going to totally disappear into nothingness.Though he thought he should feel panicked...he did not dislike it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27756959-6192503304251063421?l=samualspade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/feeds/6192503304251063421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27756959&amp;postID=6192503304251063421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/6192503304251063421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/6192503304251063421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/2009/05/disliketeasweep.html' title='Dislike/Tea/Sweep'/><author><name>Sam Spade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059431151552488236</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-27756959.post-6877234356953624385</id><published>2009-05-20T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T18:15:59.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gentle/Waltz/Glossy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was too much for the professor's senses.While Andre' and Kat embraced in a sensuous-almost glossy-blue glow,the red smoke that was LDMC started to coagulate in a gentle waltz like blood in water.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27756959-6877234356953624385?l=samualspade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/feeds/6877234356953624385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27756959&amp;postID=6877234356953624385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/6877234356953624385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/6877234356953624385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/2009/05/gentlewaltzglossy.html' title='Gentle/Waltz/Glossy'/><author><name>Sam Spade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059431151552488236</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-27756959.post-5566078953154016111</id><published>2009-05-20T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T18:09:22.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mode/Cutout/Recall</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now,turned to recall mode,the power to  the prison walls simply cutout.&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LMDC&lt;/span&gt; was free.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27756959-5566078953154016111?l=samualspade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27756959.post-4246566427505257118</id><published>2009-05-20T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T18:00:19.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy/When/Manual</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was hard for the professor to breath.It was like he was drowning in the bottom of the ocean.Yet,he was happy.This was what he &lt;em&gt;'knew'&lt;/em&gt; would happen.He reached to the manual switch to LMDC's cage.It was time to set her free.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27756959-4246566427505257118?l=samualspade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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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-27756959.post-7806662558228230677</id><published>2009-05-20T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T17:55:29.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Infect/Salt/Roof</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A bright blue glow suddenly surrounded the both of them.He kissed her,and she,surprising herself,kissed him back.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Professor Micheal Stanley stepped back.A strong hint of salt started to infect his nostrils.The taste stuck in his throat and to the roof of his mouth.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-27756959.post-3368795644876554810</id><published>2009-05-20T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T17:44:54.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Knock/General/Passport</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Andre' gently touched her on the cheek,"My dear,you'd need a passport to cause an international incident,"he smiled "Oh,Kat,don't be afraid.You've already got the general idea...just give it a chance...open yourself up to the possibilities..knock on the door and all will be opened to you."and then he strongly embraced her.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27756959-3368795644876554810?l=samualspade.blogspot.com' 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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-27756959.post-6698745739009280797</id><published>2009-05-20T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T17:37:04.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shade/International/Disconnect</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Oh,Andre',you're already starting to disconnect from reality.Soon,you'll be just a shade of your former self.She got me believing these exact same things...but,they're wrong,Andre'don't you see?!?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The professor helped Andre' up at from his desk chair,"Don't cause an international incident,Kat...you know he's right.That's why we brought him here."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27756959-6698745739009280797?l=samualspade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/feeds/6698745739009280797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27756959&amp;postID=6698745739009280797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/6698745739009280797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/6698745739009280797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/2009/05/shadeinternationaldisconnect.html' title='Shade/International/Disconnect'/><author><name>Sam Spade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059431151552488236</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-27756959.post-4713273466201464977</id><published>2009-05-20T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T17:34:51.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Misunderstood/Battery/Limit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Andre' grabbed Kat by the wrist,"You misunderstood me,Kat.I'm better than alright.This energy is fantastic.I'm a fully charged battery.My thought processes are almost without limit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27756959-4713273466201464977?l=samualspade.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-27756959.post-6303139666927135023</id><published>2009-05-17T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T17:19:03.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanger/Square/Provide</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"She's whacked his brain,professor,"Kat stated in a panic,"She's smashed a square peg into his round hole.She's A-C'ed his D-C!"She grabbed her cap off of Andre's head and smashed it back onto her own noggin,"My God,professor!How can I provide him with any help if I can't help myself?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27756959-6303139666927135023?l=samualspade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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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-27756959.post-8696197211146428919</id><published>2009-04-05T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T13:16:51.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fingerprint/Flutter/Blackout</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I will know every fingerprint,every flutter of every heart-when the next blackout will be...it is all before me,"he grabbed Kat by the shoulders,"Actually,it is all before:US."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27756959-8696197211146428919?l=samualspade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/feeds/8696197211146428919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27756959&amp;postID=8696197211146428919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/8696197211146428919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/8696197211146428919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/2009/04/fingerprintflutterblackout.html' title='Fingerprint/Flutter/Blackout'/><author><name>Sam Spade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059431151552488236</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-27756959.post-4543372786619076720</id><published>2009-04-05T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T13:12:18.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Braclet/Level/Purse</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"What are you talking about,Andre'?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"I know that your bracelet has a phone number on the back...that there is exactly eleven dollars and thirty seven cents in your purse.Any level of knowledge from the past I can attain..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27756959-4543372786619076720?l=samualspade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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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-27756959.post-7432253760222764540</id><published>2009-04-05T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T13:07:36.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Subway/Shampoo/Beloved</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"What are you talking about,?"asked the puzzled Kat,helping Michael help Andre' to a seat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Ssh,"ordered the professor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Once I open the memory,other words like:Subway;Shampoo;Beloved-can open other folders of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;information...which,in turn can open even more..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27756959-7432253760222764540?l=samualspade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/feeds/7432253760222764540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27756959&amp;postID=7432253760222764540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/7432253760222764540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/7432253760222764540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/2009/04/subwayshampoobeloved.html' title='Subway/Shampoo/Beloved'/><author><name>Sam Spade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059431151552488236</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-27756959.post-6131432342643202157</id><published>2009-04-05T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T13:01:29.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Glow/Reward/Tape</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Are you OK,Andre'?"asked Kat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I'm...Ok...LMDC planted what she called a 'Glow Tape' into my conciseness.Disguised as a false memory of me watching an old Wilson Pickett interview....If I focus on that memory,I get the reward..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27756959-6131432342643202157?l=samualspade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/feeds/6131432342643202157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27756959&amp;postID=6131432342643202157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/6131432342643202157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/6131432342643202157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/2009/04/glowrewardtape.html' title='Glow/Reward/Tape'/><author><name>Sam Spade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059431151552488236</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-27756959.post-3682408186610158599</id><published>2009-04-05T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T12:55:34.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Specific/Locked/Grid</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Let me be specific,here,"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;chimed&lt;/span&gt; in the professor,"We are not killing her.Hell,I don't think we could even if we tried.We've got her locked in the grid.We have got to find out why she attacked Andre' before we do anything else." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27756959-3682408186610158599?l=samualspade.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-27756959.post-7892266292613241296</id><published>2009-04-05T12:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T12:51:49.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Under/Sixteen/Startled</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kat hit the key,and the red mist was once again sucked out of the digital cage,"I won't be happy until that bitch is buried sixteen feet underground."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I'm startled to hear you say that,"said the quickly coming around,Andre'.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27756959-7892266292613241296?l=samualspade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/feeds/7892266292613241296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27756959&amp;postID=7892266292613241296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/7892266292613241296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/7892266292613241296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/2009/04/undersixteenstartled.html' title='Under/Sixteen/Startled'/><author><name>Sam Spade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059431151552488236</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-27756959.post-5207673087630701732</id><published>2009-04-05T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T12:47:12.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vulture/Keypad/Believe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michael looked over at the red &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;presence,now returning into the '&lt;em&gt;Convertible&lt;/em&gt;',"I believe that vulture is trying to reform.Kat,go to the keypad,and keep hitting the &lt;em&gt;'Shift'&lt;/em&gt; button until she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;disappears&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27756959-5207673087630701732?l=samualspade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/feeds/5207673087630701732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27756959&amp;postID=5207673087630701732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/5207673087630701732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/5207673087630701732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/2009/04/vulturekeypadbelieve.html' title='Vulture/Keypad/Believe'/><author><name>Sam Spade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059431151552488236</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-27756959.post-5181923496566867365</id><published>2009-04-05T12:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T19:40:14.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vow/Spaces/Classic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kat took off her aluminum foil cap from the top of the off her head.She &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;flipped&lt;/span&gt; it onto Andre's,"This is just classic,"she sneered,"Vow to me,Michael,to fill in the empty spaces."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27756959-5181923496566867365?l=samualspade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/feeds/5181923496566867365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27756959&amp;postID=5181923496566867365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/5181923496566867365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/5181923496566867365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/2009/04/vowspacesclassic.html' title='Vow/Spaces/Classic'/><author><name>Sam Spade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059431151552488236</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-27756959.post-7813765056223827490</id><published>2009-04-05T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T12:37:12.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Neglect/Trained/Skate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Let's go Kat!You just can't skate through this!Just do it like we've trained .My neglect might have already been his undoing."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27756959-7813765056223827490?l=samualspade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/feeds/7813765056223827490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27756959.post-7832217856393878797</id><published>2009-04-05T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T12:31:46.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drift/Mental/Install</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"He's going mental on us,"said the professor,"Kat,install the noggin protector...if you catch my drift."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27756959-7832217856393878797?l=samualspade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/feeds/7832217856393878797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Interview/Pickett/Loop</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Andre'?" the professor repeated,"Are you OK?Can you get up?"&lt;br /&gt;Andre' started coming &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;around&lt;/span&gt;,but was mumbling,"Can you turn her off?Can you delete her?"&lt;br /&gt;"What is wrong,Andre'?"Kat gasped.&lt;br /&gt;""Wilson Pickett interview....in a constant loop...This ..this is what our lives are going to become.."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27756959-5526015546144902218?l=samualspade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/feeds/5526015546144902218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Dimmer/Fan/Stand</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The professor grabbed something that looked like a dimmer switch and turned it.A fan at the top of the tank began to turn.A red mist began to swirl beneath it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Kat,help me stand him up.Andre'?Andre'?Can you hear me?" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27756959-7176035240257240274?l=samualspade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/feeds/7176035240257240274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Sprout/Drawer/Thread</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A red thread of mist seemed to sprout from LMDC's face,and then another and then,yet,another.Soon,it seemed as though a drawer full of threads had surrounded her body;enveloping her in something like a cocoon.And then,'poof ',she vanished.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27756959-1891722806548017452?l=samualspade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/feeds/1891722806548017452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27756959&amp;postID=1891722806548017452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/1891722806548017452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/1891722806548017452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/2009/02/sproutdrawerthread.html' title='Sprout/Drawer/Thread'/><author><name>Sam Spade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059431151552488236</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-27756959.post-3946707510436938846</id><published>2009-02-16T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T06:30:51.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Middle/Look/Remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This put the professor in the middle of things,"Look,LMDC,I told him you would not hurt him.Remember that."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michael,then slammed down a huge red button.He clicked another switch to lock it in place.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27756959-3946707510436938846?l=samualspade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/feeds/3946707510436938846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27756959&amp;postID=3946707510436938846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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face,an almost sublime look,that frightened her.She,with both hands,reached for her hat.She hesitated.If she took it off the princess in the tank could attack her before she could give it to Andre'.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27756959-7918063408769182904?l=samualspade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/feeds/7918063408769182904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27756959&amp;postID=7918063408769182904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/7918063408769182904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/7918063408769182904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/2009/02/changesublimeprincess.html' title='Change/Sublime/Princess'/><author><name>Sam Spade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059431151552488236</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-27756959.post-7916718839968520663</id><published>2009-01-19T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T06:46:14.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Veins/Grapes/Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The professor grabbed Andre' as he was about to topple.Andre's eyes were rolling back,and the veins on his forehead were bulging and purplish (the color of grapes)instead of their usual blue.Michael,in a dance like motion, set Andre' to the ground. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27756959-7916718839968520663?l=samualspade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/feeds/7916718839968520663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27756959&amp;postID=7916718839968520663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/7916718839968520663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/7916718839968520663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27756959-9105085700935115772?l=samualspade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/feeds/9105085700935115772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27756959&amp;postID=9105085700935115772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/9105085700935115772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/9105085700935115772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/2009/01/finitenowfavorite.html' title='Finite/Now/Favorite'/><author><name>Sam Spade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059431151552488236</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-27756959.post-6017966002023532484</id><published>2009-01-19T16:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T16:11:30.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only/Wealth/Carton</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; He did not smoke,but this feeling felt like that dizziness he felt when he tried inhaling that cigarette of Kat's that one time,only stronger,like he had inhaled a carton,instead.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In reality,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LMDC&lt;/span&gt; was giving him a wealth of information...perhaps,too much at one time,but she had to be quick .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27756959-6017966002023532484?l=samualspade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/feeds/6017966002023532484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27756959&amp;postID=6017966002023532484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/6017966002023532484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/6017966002023532484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/2009/01/onlywealthcarton_19.html' title='Only/Wealth/Carton'/><author><name>Sam Spade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059431151552488236</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-27756959.post-264143229398005788</id><published>2009-01-19T16:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T16:20:02.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loan/Bandage/Meant</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Andre' had no idea what she had meant.But somehow,it felt like a bandage being pulled off a long forgotten scab.Or like a long lost bill for a loan that had gone well past due.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-27756959.post-7257545119114749108</id><published>2009-01-01T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T08:18:41.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'>After/Gloss/Gravel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was strange hearing her voice inside his head[ like-a shiny gloss on gravel-was how he thought of it],but after a few seconds,it seemed so natural that he pondered how using vocal cords could have passed for actual communication all this time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27756959-7257545119114749108?l=samualspade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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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-27756959.post-5436353774525903470</id><published>2009-01-01T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T08:14:34.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Solstice/Circles/Give</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LMDC had huge,turquoise,almond shaped eyes;a small thin nose(almost all nostrils-more dark circles than nose),and long thin lips.Her hair was long straight and blond floating around her as if she were in water.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She,herself,was floating in what looked like a large fish tank made out of giant HD Tv screens.She spoke to Andre',but not with her voice-she would not give him that,but through his mind,"Solstice be praised-the '&lt;em&gt;two'&lt;/em&gt; are together."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27756959-5436353774525903470?l=samualspade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/feeds/5436353774525903470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27756959&amp;postID=5436353774525903470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/5436353774525903470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/5436353774525903470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/2009/01/solsticecirclesgive.html' title='Solstice/Circles/Give'/><author><name>Sam Spade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059431151552488236</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-27756959.post-8130680990147511287</id><published>2009-01-01T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T08:01:41.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh/Toast/Broken</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;His attention was broken from the size of the place by thousands of brightly lit contraptions...wires,video screens,florescent tubes,sparks flying.A sound like a deep sigh(or a breath from Darth Vader) broke his concentration.He looked in the direction of the noise.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An odor like burnt toast waffled through his nose.That is when he first saw her.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27756959-8130680990147511287?l=samualspade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/feeds/8130680990147511287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27756959&amp;postID=8130680990147511287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/8130680990147511287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/8130680990147511287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/2009/01/sightoastbroken.html' title='Sigh/Toast/Broken'/><author><name>Sam Spade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059431151552488236</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-27756959.post-5721631969012890131</id><published>2009-01-01T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T07:49:36.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Belong/Dock/Course</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Andre' saw was not exactly what he imaged he would see(if you could imagine what would  belong in a mad scientist's lab,of course).The interior looked much larger than he expected from the outside of the building...like some massive loading dock at Wal*Mart,or something.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27756959-5721631969012890131?l=samualspade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/feeds/5721631969012890131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27756959&amp;postID=5721631969012890131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/5721631969012890131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/5721631969012890131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/2009/01/belongdockcourse.html' title='Belong/Dock/Course'/><author><name>Sam Spade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059431151552488236</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-27756959.post-6193894110956195996</id><published>2008-12-13T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T07:43:07.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish/Mellow/Sidewalk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He turned to Andre',"And it is my wish that you 'both' remain mellow and try to put up a solid front.I don't want to have to ask either of you to hit the sidewalk,but I will."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With that,Professor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Michael&lt;/span&gt; Stanley &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;opened&lt;/span&gt; the door.At first all Andre' could see was light.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27756959-6193894110956195996?l=samualspade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/feeds/6193894110956195996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27756959&amp;postID=6193894110956195996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/6193894110956195996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/6193894110956195996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/2008/12/wishmellowsidewalk.html' title='Wish/Mellow/Sidewalk'/><author><name>Sam Spade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059431151552488236</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-27756959.post-2023805436851428179</id><published>2008-12-13T07:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T08:21:29.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Muse/Want/Gear</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The three of them walked from the car to the dimly lit door.The professor unlocked the latch,"I know you could listen to Kat muse poetically all night,Andre",by putting his shoulder into the door,he began to open it,"But I want you to not to be frightened when you see LDMC.The gear and stuff around her have her contained.She is of no danger,and in no danger."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27756959-2023805436851428179?l=samualspade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/feeds/2023805436851428179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27756959&amp;postID=2023805436851428179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/2023805436851428179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/2023805436851428179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/2008/12/musewantgear.html' title='Muse/Want/Gear'/><author><name>Sam Spade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059431151552488236</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-27756959.post-2977559457791893036</id><published>2008-12-05T18:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T07:24:14.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deny/Aware/Hover</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kat continued as the car pulled into a small parking space within a small parking lot&lt;em&gt;,"Andre',this machine-this creature,totally blew my mind.Her wings were like an angel's,but when she moved them,she no longer appeared to float-I....I mean,she,she appeared to hover just like a hummingbird.I just couldn't deny how minutely aware I was to the fact at how quickly her wings moved.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27756959-2977559457791893036?l=samualspade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/feeds/2977559457791893036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27756959&amp;postID=2977559457791893036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/2977559457791893036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/2977559457791893036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/2008/12/denyawarehover.html' title='Deny/Aware/Hover'/><author><name>Sam Spade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059431151552488236</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-27756959.post-5922431272160355412</id><published>2008-11-20T16:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T17:23:09.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Convertible/Suspend/Held</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I could not believe what I saw....and Andre' you have to trust me...suspend all  your doubts...and please,just believe me...Held in what I can only describe as a giant fish tank was this beautiful absolutely gorgeous woman-with-with these small beautiful wings.{Though,inside the tank,she looked all Princess Leia like,you know,all fuzzy and see throughy}."Who-who is she?"I asked.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Her name is LMDC,"the professor said to me,"An actual angel."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"H-How?"I asked.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"It's called a' Fractal 3-D Time Stream Portal'.But I call it 'The Convertible' .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27756959-5922431272160355412?l=samualspade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/feeds/5922431272160355412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27756959&amp;postID=5922431272160355412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/5922431272160355412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/5922431272160355412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/2008/11/convertiblesuspendheld.html' title='Convertible/Suspend/Held'/><author><name>Sam Spade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059431151552488236</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-27756959.post-4096117880201592821</id><published>2008-11-08T16:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T16:16:11.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gentle/Startled/Cow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Their car was entering onto the campus-heading to where Andre assumed was that obscure parking lot.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kat continued talking&lt;em&gt;,"The professor unlocked the door and it opened with a gentle nudge.'I don't want you to be startled,o-k,'he said to me,'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Everything's&lt;/span&gt; safe.Don't have a cow.'Then...I saw what was behind it..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27756959-4096117880201592821?l=samualspade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/feeds/4096117880201592821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27756959&amp;postID=4096117880201592821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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in a somewhat obscure and hidden parking lot,and told me to follow him.We followed a path that went up to the crown of a small grassy  knoll.There stood an older campus building with a single light bulb illuminating a single door way."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27756959-7344231234745935822?l=samualspade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/feeds/7344231234745935822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27756959&amp;postID=7344231234745935822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/7344231234745935822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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appeared to him,"Kat said smiling.She touched the professor's shoulder,"I decided that flight was the better part of valor and hopped into his car...and up the hill/past the movie theaters we went." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27756959-8173747131990844920?l=samualspade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/feeds/8173747131990844920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27756959&amp;postID=8173747131990844920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/8173747131990844920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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pulled up beside me,'Get in',the professor said,but I hesitated.'Quickly,Wildflower,he ushered,'The police'll have you tarred and feathered if you don't get in,NOW!'."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27756959-8221088721750129497?l=samualspade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/feeds/8221088721750129497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27756959&amp;postID=8221088721750129497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/8221088721750129497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/8221088721750129497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/2008/09/wildflowerproudfeathered.html' title='Wildflower//Proud/Feathered'/><author><name>Sam Spade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059431151552488236</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-27756959.post-7530792870034263229</id><published>2008-09-08T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T18:24:07.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Delay/Throw/Brick</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"My classes suffered,I thought of giving up.I just wanted to go back to'Spinmore' and throw a fuckin' brick through that fuckin' window.Some inner impulse told me I had to.I fuckin' just had to.After awhile I could no longer delay the inevitable.I found a brick and ran to the store."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27756959-7530792870034263229?l=samualspade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/feeds/7530792870034263229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27756959&amp;postID=7530792870034263229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/7530792870034263229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/7530792870034263229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/2008/09/delaythrowbrick.html' title='Delay/Throw/Brick'/><author><name>Sam Spade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059431151552488236</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-27756959.post-3053127461040441264</id><published>2008-08-25T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T19:58:37.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hidden/Mantle/Wanting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"After that,I had a general feeling of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;malaise.I felt lost....like wanting something I could never have.The best way that I can &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;describe&lt;/span&gt; how I felt... is that it was like living in an old &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;mansion,and&lt;/span&gt; somewhere inside this mansion were hidden passageways filled with secrets behind belief.And all I had to do was pull a secret book offs ome obscure mantle,and everthing would come to light...But  I could never find it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27756959-3053127461040441264?l=samualspade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/feeds/3053127461040441264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27756959&amp;postID=3053127461040441264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/3053127461040441264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/3053127461040441264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/2008/08/hiddenmantlewanting.html' title='Hidden/Mantle/Wanting'/><author><name>Sam Spade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059431151552488236</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-27756959.post-3905974163140322191</id><published>2008-08-21T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T18:22:15.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vintage/Asking/Level</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"So,I went to buy back your album.She followed me to the checkout counter.The lady pointed to your album and said,'Vintage Zeppelin,'smiled,handed me my change and walked away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Everything felt wrong.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I guess on some level I already knew that something was amiss...like I knew all of the right answers,but I wasn't asking any of the right questions.Well,maybe it was more like I had the answers,but only to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;rhetorical&lt;/span&gt; questions,like which came first,the chicken or the egg?They were created together,right?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27756959-3905974163140322191?l=samualspade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/feeds/3905974163140322191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27756959&amp;postID=3905974163140322191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/3905974163140322191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/3905974163140322191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/2008/08/vintageaskinglevel.html' title='Vintage/Asking/Level'/><author><name>Sam Spade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059431151552488236</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-27756959.post-610326025593807449</id><published>2008-08-15T12:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T18:34:41.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Severe/Coal/Village</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"A car drove by the window and the vision was gone.It was like I had just smoked a joint.My head felt fuzzy.Somehow,it felt like this had happened somehow before.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"So,when the lady asked me,'May I help you?' I answered ,'No,I'm just looking.'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"But she startle me.I had a severe case of the hebbie jebbies.I couldn't have been more shaken if I was trapped in a isolated coal mining village surrounded by zombie-mutates."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27756959-610326025593807449?l=samualspade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/feeds/610326025593807449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27756959&amp;postID=610326025593807449&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/610326025593807449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/610326025593807449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/2008/08/severecoalvillage.html' title='Severe/Coal/Village'/><author><name>Sam Spade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059431151552488236</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-27756959.post-1141079809783174495</id><published>2008-08-08T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T06:34:32.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Triangle/Silver/Diamond</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Well...so anyways,I was looking at your album.David must had sold it without telling me.I 'did' give him all of your albums...but...just seeing that he had sold it made me feel so...so conflicted.The only thing I can figure is at that exact moment I must have been an emotional mess...it must have brought some kind of mental clarity.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Suddenly,this lady comes over-thin,tan,straight colored blond hair.She looks like a runner-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sinewy,around 45-46.She puts her arm around my back and asks if she can help me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I look at her,and just beyond her,in the reflection of the inside of the storefront window,I see her reflection..and she looks totally different.She has a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;staff&lt;/span&gt; in her hand.On the top of it,there is this sort of silver triangle with like a diamond in the middle of it.And in this reflection it looks like she's skewering me through the torso with it."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27756959-1141079809783174495?l=samualspade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/feeds/1141079809783174495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27756959&amp;postID=1141079809783174495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/1141079809783174495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/1141079809783174495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/2008/08/trianglesilverdiamond.html' title='Triangle/Silver/Diamond'/><author><name>Sam Spade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059431151552488236</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-27756959.post-5514867103217517870</id><published>2008-08-04T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T17:33:30.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jar/Tea/Craft</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She backed away,smiling sheepishly,"I see it didn't take much to jar your memory:-)"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Professor Stanley looked back quickly from his driving,"Look,Kat,you two to chat about the old times over tea later...but----"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Sorry,Professor.Andre,story telling is your craft,not mine,so you have to believe me about what happened next."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27756959-5514867103217517870?l=samualspade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/feeds/5514867103217517870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27756959&amp;postID=5514867103217517870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/5514867103217517870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/5514867103217517870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/2008/08/jarteacraft.html' title='Jar/Tea/Craft'/><author><name>Sam Spade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059431151552488236</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-27756959.post-3309395683530678084</id><published>2008-08-04T17:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T20:08:55.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chorus/Point/Symbol</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I loved that album.We used to make love to that album...do you remember?I know,I know,you do.It was a perfect point in time"Kat started to hug up to Andre.She &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;strolled&lt;/span&gt; around his chest with her index finger.She started singing the chorus to the ,'The Rover',"If we could just join hands/If we could just join hands/If we could just join hands/Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Alright,I remember,"he said.In spite of himself[because of himself],they both could see the symbol of his arousal.Nervously,he pushed her away,"Stop it."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27756959-3309395683530678084?l=samualspade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/feeds/3309395683530678084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Graffiti/Delicate/Spark</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"You had already moved away,and I was living with David.For one reason or another,I was in 'Spin-More Records' and I was flipping through some Led Zeppelin albums when I came across your copy of 'Physical Graffiti'.I knew it was your copy because it had the red magic marker heart on it with our initials under it.This immediately lit a spark of memory of you...a thought so kind and delicate,I ached."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27756959-39396668955811931?l=samualspade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/feeds/39396668955811931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Cut/Drive/Punch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Hey,why don't you just cut the bullshit,Andre,and show Kat some respect.Don't you realize what she has been going through?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Why don't you just shut the fuck up and drive before I punch your lights out!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Stop it,you two.Andre,my love," she touched his chest,"Please,let me explain."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27756959-3097994596801317567?l=samualspade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/feeds/3097994596801317567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27756959&amp;postID=3097994596801317567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/3097994596801317567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/3097994596801317567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/2008/07/cutdrivepunch.html' title='Cut/Drive/Punch'/><author><name>Sam Spade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059431151552488236</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-27756959.post-3200163435845355022</id><published>2008-07-24T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T17:38:01.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncle/Want/Stick</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In spite of himself,Andre grabbed a piece of pizza and chopped down,"Look,'he said with a mouth full,"I want you to come clean here,Kat.Just stick to the truth.Why are you going all 'Man from U.N.C.L.E. on my ass?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27756959-3200163435845355022?l=samualspade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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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-27756959.post-5760598577731075530</id><published>2008-07-18T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T06:03:02.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Villain/Sombre/Scarf</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soon the car was travelling up the interstate towards Akron.The car didn't have a/c.The windows were down.It was loud and hot.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"This is professor Stanley,"said Kat as she pulled out a box of cold pizza from the front seat,and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;proceeded&lt;/span&gt; to scarf down on a piece.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Here,Andre,have a piece of pizza.It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Guido's&lt;/span&gt;.Green olives and onions just like you like."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Andre just sat there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;in stone&lt;/span&gt; cold silence.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Turning his head back,professor Stanley said,"Don't look so sombre,Andre.Kat is not the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;villain&lt;/span&gt;,here.You need to eat."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27756959-5760598577731075530?l=samualspade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/feeds/5760598577731075530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27756959&amp;postID=5760598577731075530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/5760598577731075530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/5760598577731075530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/2008/07/villainsombrescarf.html' title='Villain/Sombre/Scarf'/><author><name>Sam Spade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059431151552488236</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-27756959.post-7298397525117048996</id><published>2008-07-15T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T01:53:35.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carefully/Occasion/Deliberate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Driving the car was a balding,fiftyish looking man wearing glasses and a tie dyed t-shirt.He had a greasy looking pony tail.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Now,carefully get in the car,dear,"Kat told Andre.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He did.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"You,know,"she said scooting in beside him,"Picking you up on today's date was deliberate.It's a special occasion...the date we first met."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The car sped away.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27756959-7298397525117048996?l=samualspade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/feeds/7298397525117048996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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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-27756959.post-339623512905217758</id><published>2008-07-11T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T12:31:33.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chrysalis/Adore/Run</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Sooo,you're just gonna run away?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I am already going to be late for work."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"That's what I just adore about you..."Kat began,"Your total lack of faith,"She pulled a gun out of her purse and slyly poked it into Andre's torso.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just then the car that almost ran them over pulled slowly back into the gas station,"You're coming with me whether you want to or not.Get into the car.Think of it as your chrysalis,you fuckin' little worm."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27756959-339623512905217758?l=samualspade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/feeds/339623512905217758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27756959&amp;postID=339623512905217758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link 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found that his hands were shaking.Damn,Kat was always like a damn hurricane twirling about.His memory was full of such frequent dramas.The('not')stolen car.The time when the cops came(OK that was just as much his fault as hers).The time they got caught making out in the church.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now,Ravyn on the other hand....shit!He was going to be late for work,"Kat,I've gotta go."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27756959-6469076256969619831?l=samualspade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/feeds/6469076256969619831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27756959&amp;postID=6469076256969619831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/6469076256969619831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/6469076256969619831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/2008/07/hurricanefrequentmemory.html' title='Hurricane/Frequent/Memory'/><author><name>Sam Spade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059431151552488236</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-27756959.post-4597720809866800579</id><published>2008-07-05T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T09:55:25.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forget/Holiday/Treacherous</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Andre knew this was treacherous ground he was stepping on.All he could think about was Ravyn.He could just forgive and forget with Kat(This he knew to be true),but his mind could not take this holiday with Ravyn.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What he couldn't figure...was this a good or bad thing?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27756959-4597720809866800579?l=samualspade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/feeds/4597720809866800579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27756959&amp;postID=4597720809866800579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/4597720809866800579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/4597720809866800579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/2008/07/forgetholidaytreacherous.html' title='Forget/Holiday/Treacherous'/><author><name>Sam Spade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059431151552488236</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-27756959.post-3740538973631648269</id><published>2008-07-02T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T06:06:52.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stable/Favor/Fog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The car,a 1998 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Plymouth&lt;/span&gt; Intrigue,zoomed towards them.It's tires left a fog of smoke behind them.Andre pushed Kat towards the gas pumps,and with a screeching of the tires,it bumped the pump's island and quickly left the scene of the crime.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kat said,"See,I am stable.I am doing '&lt;em&gt;us&lt;/em&gt;' a favor.Please help me."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27756959-3740538973631648269?l=samualspade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/feeds/3740538973631648269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27756959&amp;postID=3740538973631648269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/3740538973631648269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/3740538973631648269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/2008/07/stablefavorfog.html' title='Stable/Favor/Fog'/><author><name>Sam Spade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059431151552488236</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-27756959.post-7188710529753058408</id><published>2008-06-29T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T17:12:39.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trail/Storm/Cupcake</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kat patted Andre's jacket twice,"Look...listen...cupcake..."To Andre she seemed exasperated:at the end of her trail/in the eye of the perfect storm...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..."Honey...I..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Her sentence was broken up by a car travelling too fast for the gas station's parking area.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Blaring&lt;/span&gt; down directly at them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27756959-7188710529753058408?l=samualspade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/feeds/7188710529753058408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27756959&amp;postID=7188710529753058408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/7188710529753058408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/7188710529753058408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/2008/06/trailstormcupcake.html' title='Trail/Storm/Cupcake'/><author><name>Sam Spade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059431151552488236</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-27756959.post-1157247452475666693</id><published>2008-06-26T16:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T16:42:11.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grace/Pardon/Certainly</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Uumm,"began Andre,"Kat,you certainly are spinning a pretty good yarn,here.But,pardon me if ...if I just don't believe you.You cheated on me with David.Remember?I caught him feeling you up and you french kissing him in his car.Don't spit on me and call it grace.O-K?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27756959-1157247452475666693?l=samualspade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/feeds/1157247452475666693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27756959&amp;postID=1157247452475666693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/1157247452475666693'/><link rel='self' 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masterpiece.Don't you see?So what if you are not a drug that I am addicted to?I have something far more valuable than that:I force myself to love you every day.I &lt;em&gt;choose&lt;/em&gt; to love you."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27756959-8990263171690361807?l=samualspade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/feeds/8990263171690361807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27756959&amp;postID=8990263171690361807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/8990263171690361807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/8990263171690361807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/2008/06/forevermaserpieceforge.html' title='Forever/Maserpiece/Forge'/><author><name>Sam Spade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059431151552488236</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-27756959.post-1808262364306430049</id><published>2008-06-20T20:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T12:36:18.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>String/Deep/Flag</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Still,he couldn't fight the feeling that he could not just cut the apron string and book on Kat.Something deep inside of him told him to ignore the red flag popping up inside of his head.He had to hear more.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27756959-1808262364306430049?l=samualspade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/feeds/1808262364306430049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27756959&amp;postID=1808262364306430049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/1808262364306430049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/1808262364306430049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/2008/06/stringdeepflag.html' title='String/Deep/Flag'/><author><name>Sam Spade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059431151552488236</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-27756959.post-5875432548749342985</id><published>2008-06-17T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T12:37:57.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Substance/Daisy/Napkin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Andre,in his heart of hearts,loved Kat more than almost anyone or anything.But she had broken his heart badly..and he was now in love with Ravyn.Also in his heart of hearts,he knew that these wild accusations carried about as much substance as a daisy chain on a wet napkin.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27756959-5875432548749342985?l=samualspade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/feeds/5875432548749342985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27756959&amp;postID=5875432548749342985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/5875432548749342985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/5875432548749342985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/2008/06/substancedaisynapkin.html' title='Substance/Daisy/Napkin'/><author><name>Sam Spade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059431151552488236</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-27756959.post-1882205982119937274</id><published>2008-06-07T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T17:43:52.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Century/Festival/Radiate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Oh,Kat,"bemoaned the frustrated Andre,"My poor,poor,Kat"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suddenly,she became very angry,"Look,you moron,these people..they,they came from another century...somewhere in the future.Somehow they radiate these waves..but they can't get past my hat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Look,look,Andre,there's this professor at Kent State,Professor Michael Stanley,he-he told me to bring you with me to the &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fullmoon-festival.com/start.php"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Full Moon Festival &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;there in July...He can explain everything to you...Please,Andre,if I ever meant anything to you...come with me."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27756959-1882205982119937274?l=samualspade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/feeds/1882205982119937274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27756959&amp;postID=1882205982119937274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/1882205982119937274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/1882205982119937274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/2008/06/centuryfestivalradiate.html' title='Century/Festival/Radiate'/><author><name>Sam Spade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059431151552488236</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-27756959.post-1083097503792522199</id><published>2008-06-03T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T17:33:00.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Extreme/Guilty/Cowboy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I know I may seem like I'm some kinda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wacko&lt;/span&gt; to you,Andre,but please,you have to listen to me.My,my dear,Andre,in extreme circumstances even the most enlightened person may appear guilty of being insane.But you have to cowboy up,man.I not only want us to be lovers,we need to be lovers."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27756959-1083097503792522199?l=samualspade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/feeds/1083097503792522199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27756959&amp;postID=1083097503792522199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/1083097503792522199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/1083097503792522199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/2008/06/extremeguiltycowboy.html' title='Extreme/Guilty/Cowboy'/><author><name>Sam Spade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059431151552488236</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-27756959.post-7278393872797854411</id><published>2008-05-31T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T19:58:31.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Discipline/Standard/Width</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"Oooh,Kat,"Andre sighed,"Why are you dong this?I am just finding happiness,again."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;She touched her ski hat,"Most people don't have the discipline to implant a ferroelectric film into their hat,but it just has to be a standard width."Then she leaned close,"Once I did it,the '&lt;em&gt;influence&lt;/em&gt;' stopped immediately."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27756959-7278393872797854411?l=samualspade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/feeds/7278393872797854411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27756959&amp;postID=7278393872797854411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/7278393872797854411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/7278393872797854411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/2008/05/disciplinestandardwidth.html' title='Discipline/Standard/Width'/><author><name>Sam Spade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059431151552488236</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-27756959.post-3963946390162728923</id><published>2008-05-28T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T17:51:29.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plus/Aisle/Few</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kat always looked pretty much the same to Andre-plus or minus a few pounds(which looked nice either way on her).She grabbed him by his jacket,and pulled him into the gum/candy aisle,"The whole world's poisoned,"she half whispering in a semi-panic,"People from the future &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;poisoned&lt;/span&gt; me,to stop loving you."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27756959-3963946390162728923?l=samualspade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/feeds/3963946390162728923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27756959&amp;postID=3963946390162728923&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/3963946390162728923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/3963946390162728923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/2008/05/plusaislefew.html' title='Plus/Aisle/Few'/><author><name>Sam Spade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059431151552488236</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-27756959.post-2053085531338881569</id><published>2008-05-24T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T09:46:26.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cycle/Divide/Driven</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Driven apart by a cycle of in dependency and fear,both Andre and Kat both regretted the breakup.But both were too stubborn and heartbroken to stop it.They each had crossed a line in the sand that would divide them apart,and tear them asunder.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27756959-2053085531338881569?l=samualspade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/feeds/2053085531338881569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27756959&amp;postID=2053085531338881569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/2053085531338881569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/2053085531338881569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/2008/05/cycledividedriven.html' title='Cycle/Divide/Driven'/><author><name>Sam Spade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059431151552488236</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-27756959.post-4236109406488725765</id><published>2008-05-20T15:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T15:52:37.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entertained/Wade/Fabric</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Andre was usually entertained by the wide variety of people that would wade in and out of the 'Speedway'.College kids,yuppies,blue collar,the unemployed.So he was surprised when he literally bumped into someone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was Kat!The Kat that he had loved more then anything.The Kat that he hadn't seen in over five years! She was wearing a wool fabric knit-grunge style-ski cap over her straight,curled in at the bottom,black hair.This he saw second.The first thing he saw behind a pair of turquoise framed eyeglasses,were her deep,big,most beautiful on Earth,blue eyes &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27756959-4236109406488725765?l=samualspade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/feeds/4236109406488725765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27756959&amp;postID=4236109406488725765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/4236109406488725765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/4236109406488725765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/2008/05/entertainedwadefabric.html' title='Entertained/Wade/Fabric'/><author><name>Sam Spade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059431151552488236</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-27756959.post-6796667769511070635</id><published>2008-05-17T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T06:40:47.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunken/Tale/Certain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Certain that this tale has sunken as low as it can get,we move it along to an hour and a half into the future.Andre is pulling his black GMC pickup into the neighborhood 'Speedway' for his morning cup of coffee...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27756959-6796667769511070635?l=samualspade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/feeds/6796667769511070635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27756959&amp;postID=6796667769511070635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/6796667769511070635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/6796667769511070635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/2008/05/sunkentalecertain.html' title='Sunken/Tale/Certain'/><author><name>Sam Spade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059431151552488236</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-27756959.post-2734607881278621648</id><published>2008-05-14T03:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T14:28:02.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Left/Microphone/Lemon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ravyn was into it now,big time.She was gyrating her hips up and down and to the left and right.She was getting very hot and wet.Her hands were caressing his hair,ears and shoulders.She was trying to pull him up,but Andre was having none of that"Come on big boy.I want to squeeze your lemon...mmmm....suck on your microphone..Oooh,yess,the...there,mmmmm."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27756959-2734607881278621648?l=samualspade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/feeds/2734607881278621648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27756959&amp;postID=2734607881278621648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/2734607881278621648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/2734607881278621648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/2008/05/leftmicrophonelemon.html' title='Left/Microphone/Lemon'/><author><name>Sam Spade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059431151552488236</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-27756959.post-2412152273698779373</id><published>2008-05-09T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T18:49:51.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cone/Scent/Strand</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One whiff of her hot,erotic scent seemed to melt every single strand of his DNA into hers.He kissed her around her fuzz,and then he went on slowly onto her inner thighs,kissing her-peck after peck.Andre flickered his tongue back and forth quickly up the length of her,stopping at her nub.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Andre's mind shook with delight.He had not had this much pleasure licking something since he was an 8 year old licking an ice cream cone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27756959-2412152273698779373?l=samualspade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/feeds/2412152273698779373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27756959&amp;postID=2412152273698779373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/2412152273698779373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/2412152273698779373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/2008/05/conescentstrand.html' title='Cone/Scent/Strand'/><author><name>Sam Spade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059431151552488236</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-27756959.post-3964453314988205640</id><published>2008-05-05T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T18:37:27.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Glimpse/Dry/Level</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He left her breasts and started kissing down her torso-her ribcage,her belly,her hip bones.As he went lower,Andre inhaled her.He felt high-his senses at a heightened level.He felt intoxicated as if she were a fine bottle of a high priced dry Chardonnay...aaahhh,and then he finally got a glimpse of what he had come for:-) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27756959-3964453314988205640?l=samualspade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/feeds/3964453314988205640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27756959&amp;postID=3964453314988205640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/3964453314988205640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/3964453314988205640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/2008/05/glimpsedrylevel.html' title='Glimpse/Dry/Level'/><author><name>Sam Spade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059431151552488236</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-27756959.post-5236294321927352492</id><published>2008-05-02T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T19:50:40.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hidden/Listen/Explore</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He was in no hurry to explore her hidden treasure.Andre kissed her and kissed her and kissed her some more-kissing her under and around her boobies.He wrapped his lips around a nipple and sucked.He flicked his tongue vigorously against and around it;then twirled and breathed in-feeling it harden and grow.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It turned him on to listen to her moan.It excited him to pleasure her.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27756959-5236294321927352492?l=samualspade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/feeds/5236294321927352492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27756959&amp;postID=5236294321927352492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/5236294321927352492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/5236294321927352492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/2008/05/hiddenlistenexplore.html' title='Hidden/Listen/Explore'/><author><name>Sam Spade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059431151552488236</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-27756959.post-8893545155031368365</id><published>2008-04-29T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T18:22:25.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soothe/Sentence/Union</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The sentence,'Go down on me,'was met with a very happy smile by Andre.But in order to form a more perfect union between her lips and his,he decided that he had to soothe the rest of her first.Andre kissed her forehead,rubbed noses,softly,Frenched kissed her,nibbled at the nape of her neck,kissed her shoulder blades,and worked his way between her breasts....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; the while stroking inside her fur.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27756959-8893545155031368365?l=samualspade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/feeds/8893545155031368365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27756959&amp;postID=8893545155031368365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/8893545155031368365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/8893545155031368365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/2008/04/soothesentenceunion.html' title='Soothe/Sentence/Union'/><author><name>Sam Spade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059431151552488236</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-27756959.post-2717695781573459998</id><published>2008-04-26T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T14:01:24.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Raw/Event/Complete</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Mmmm,"Ravyn,moaned,"roll over and go back to sleep.I'm tired."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Andre loved the raw emotion emitted by his sleeping beauty.But,still,he persisted rubbing her with his fingers.He started kissing her softly around her neck,'Come on,Rave,I want you to be awake for the complete event."He felt her responding to his advances...her hips starting to slowly gyrate.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She rolled over,exposing her giant tits,nipples erect.She caressed his hair,"Ohhum,"she signed,gently pushing his head lower,"Go down on me."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27756959-2717695781573459998?l=samualspade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/feeds/2717695781573459998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27756959&amp;postID=2717695781573459998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/2717695781573459998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/2717695781573459998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/2008/04/raweventcomplete.html' title='Raw/Event/Complete'/><author><name>Sam Spade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059431151552488236</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-27756959.post-3670225336076424345</id><published>2008-04-23T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T18:07:36.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sitting/Climb/Mystery</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sitting back down,he admired the curve of her ass,the little dimples on top.Though Andre could not see them,he knew Sharon Sue{Ravyn to her friends}also had big tits with nice large nipples.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was a mystery to him how a woman this beautiful could have ever fallen in love with him.He decided to climb back into bed with her.As he snuggled,he moved his fingers down the crack of her duppa,tenderly foundling her.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27756959-3670225336076424345?l=samualspade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/feeds/3670225336076424345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27756959&amp;postID=3670225336076424345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/3670225336076424345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/3670225336076424345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/2008/04/sittingclimbmystery.html' title='Sitting/Climb/Mystery'/><author><name>Sam Spade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059431151552488236</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-27756959.post-1983143271353428961</id><published>2008-04-21T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T17:33:22.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Curve/Elevate/Mastery</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;He lifted the blanket to peek at her.She was one amazing curve after another.He did not have the mastery of his own senses to stop now.His desire and lust began to elevate beyond levels he even cared to control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27756959-1983143271353428961?l=samualspade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/feeds/1983143271353428961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27756959&amp;postID=1983143271353428961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/1983143271353428961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/1983143271353428961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/2008/04/curveelevatemastery.html' title='Curve/Elevate/Mastery'/><author><name>Sam Spade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059431151552488236</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-27756959.post-6761247224282807778</id><published>2008-04-21T17:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T17:28:39.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Starlight/Blanket/Marker</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Through the screen covered window,twinkling starlight brilliantly lit his retinas.The stars were so beautiful.Andre felt a strong call to them.But Sharon Sue Marker was laying in his bed.He felt a stronger urge to lift the blanket to comfort himself with her naked flesh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27756959-6761247224282807778?l=samualspade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/feeds/6761247224282807778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27756959&amp;postID=6761247224282807778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/6761247224282807778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/6761247224282807778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/2008/04/starlightblanketmarker.html' title='Starlight/Blanket/Marker'/><author><name>Sam Spade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059431151552488236</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-27756959.post-1493595815690016445</id><published>2007-11-09T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T18:06:38.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buzzing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Andre woke to the sound of his alarm clock buzzing.Now,he &lt;em&gt;had &lt;/em&gt;to get up.He had set the clock on the small table at the foot of the bed.He rubbed his eyes with his left hand,wishing them to work,"Shit,6:30 already?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27756959-1493595815690016445?l=samualspade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/feeds/1493595815690016445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27756959&amp;postID=1493595815690016445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/1493595815690016445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/1493595815690016445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/2007/11/buzzing.html' title='Buzzing'/><author><name>Sam Spade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059431151552488236</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-27756959.post-1009060683700028293</id><published>2007-10-29T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T11:32:24.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The End Of The beginning...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I must make them find  stronger love with different people,"begins LMDC,"And with this DNA passion corrupter,'she holds up a small flat something or other,"that should be easy."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Then go,"Orders Loyal without giving further orders.And they vanish.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27756959-1009060683700028293?l=samualspade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/feeds/1009060683700028293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27756959&amp;postID=1009060683700028293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/1009060683700028293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/1009060683700028293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/2007/10/end-of-beginning.html' title='The End Of The beginning...'/><author><name>Sam Spade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059431151552488236</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-27756959.post-3194396400060112187</id><published>2007-10-24T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T14:28:54.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LMDC/Tipid/Loyal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LMDC and Tipid instantly dissolve and just as quickly reappear-but this time as their modern counterparts.Loyal hands them the tool and says,"You must take this and go back to the '&lt;em&gt;past point'."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I already know my mission,"states LMDC.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27756959-3194396400060112187?l=samualspade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/feeds/3194396400060112187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27756959&amp;postID=3194396400060112187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/3194396400060112187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/3194396400060112187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/2007/10/lmdctipidloyal.html' title='LMDC/Tipid/Loyal'/><author><name>Sam Spade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059431151552488236</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-27756959.post-6905850109197670491</id><published>2007-10-10T03:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T03:25:53.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reaction/Point/Neither</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tipid and LMDC both appear.Yet,both are neither."We are from your future," Tipid says,"The VI have distorted your present.They subtly drugged Timber.Your actions will soon cause a reaction that will destroy us.You must give your LMDC this tool and have her go back to the '&lt;em&gt;Past Point'.&lt;/em&gt;She already knows what to do."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27756959-6905850109197670491?l=samualspade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/feeds/6905850109197670491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27756959&amp;postID=6905850109197670491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/6905850109197670491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/6905850109197670491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/2007/10/reactionpointneither.html' title='Reaction/Point/Neither'/><author><name>Sam Spade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059431151552488236</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-27756959.post-4812456345999456143</id><published>2007-09-26T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T16:10:01.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hesitation/Mission/Lunar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Loyal knows that Timber has gone more then '&lt;em&gt;native'.&lt;/em&gt;And,by Al-Yeshua,the truth is that this is not Timber.Timber,his mate,is already dead.Without hesitation,he waves his hand over the lunar orb,and the being that was Timber dissolves away."LMDC,"Loyal says into the com-link,"I have a mission for you."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27756959-4812456345999456143?l=samualspade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/feeds/4812456345999456143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27756959&amp;postID=4812456345999456143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/4812456345999456143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/4812456345999456143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/2007/09/loyal-knows-that-timber-had-gone-more.html' title='Hesitation/Mission/Lunar'/><author><name>Sam Spade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059431151552488236</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-27756959.post-7602533598803506499</id><published>2007-09-13T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T08:55:09.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wig/Liberation/Instant</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The vision moves forward:A judge,sitting with a high wig,white face and a pitchfork,pronounces,"For causing the 'liberation' and 'destruction' of an 1,000 year line,you are hereby banished from our planet.Any attempts of re-nativizing yourself will meet with your instant death and a declaration of war between our two states"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Though he cringes at the thought,Loyal admits,"It takes some doing to get yourself booted out of Hell."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27756959-7602533598803506499?l=samualspade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/feeds/7602533598803506499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27756959&amp;postID=7602533598803506499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/7602533598803506499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/7602533598803506499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/2007/09/vision-moves-forwarda-judgesitting-with.html' title='Wig/Liberation/Instant'/><author><name>Sam Spade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059431151552488236</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-27756959.post-5787131143614293209</id><published>2007-09-06T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T12:58:14.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yanks/His/Bigger</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The smaller boy who is on top of the bigger,now reaches through the top of the bars in a panic filled desperation.His hand seems to be reaching for something.Suddenly,he finds it,and yanks.The cage releases and goes spiralling downward towards the lava.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27756959-5787131143614293209?l=samualspade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/feeds/5787131143614293209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27756959&amp;postID=5787131143614293209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/5787131143614293209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/5787131143614293209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/2007/09/yankshisbigger.html' title='Yanks/His/Bigger'/><author><name>Sam Spade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059431151552488236</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-27756959.post-8062176343696562778</id><published>2007-09-03T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T09:56:17.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reward/Labor/Chest</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With the cage rocking,the father quickly takes the advantage and quites the henchmen.The reward for their labor is calm.Timber takes a weapon from one of the down men and expertly throws it into the father's chest,"I want that baby in it's mother's milk:NOW!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27756959-8062176343696562778?l=samualspade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/feeds/8062176343696562778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27756959&amp;postID=8062176343696562778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/8062176343696562778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/8062176343696562778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/2007/09/rewardlaborchest.html' title='Reward/Labor/Chest'/><author><name>Sam Spade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059431151552488236</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-27756959.post-8621227192705272133</id><published>2007-08-29T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T16:55:20.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smashs/Scramble/Safe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The floors are wood.As long as the family stays away from the bars they are relatively safe.The thugs scramble-poking into the cage.The father smashes his stick against theirs and then smashes them personally when they come close.Soon the thugs are bloody.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27756959-8621227192705272133?l=samualspade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/feeds/8621227192705272133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27756959&amp;postID=8621227192705272133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/8621227192705272133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/8621227192705272133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/2007/08/smashsscramblesafe.html' title='Smashs/Scramble/Safe'/><author><name>Sam Spade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059431151552488236</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-27756959.post-2911836846412272947</id><published>2007-08-25T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T12:53:50.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Either/Occupants/Fur</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The purpose of the electric sticks is to touch them against the metal bars of the cage to stun it's occupants.Simple-easy.But the father has his own weapon-a stick with fur on either end.The boys start rocking the cage.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27756959-2911836846412272947?l=samualspade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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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-27756959.post-6417349759070372088</id><published>2007-08-21T15:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T16:04:11.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Veteran/Gate/Responds</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But they do not go bravely.Their electric sticks shake in their hands.The family responds likewise.The nursing mother and child to the center of the cage;the two boys towards a corner-the smaller hopping on the larger's shoulders,and the father-with the mad mad eyes of a veteran soldier-towards the gate.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27756959-6417349759070372088?l=samualspade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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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-27756959.post-4473269390480849853</id><published>2007-08-17T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T16:35:26.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gentle/Thugs/Sticks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pointing to this gentle family,Timber gives her order"I want the nursing child...boiled in it's mother's milk."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Yes,'em,"says the minor official.He quickly snaps his fingers and two henchmen/thugs holding electric sticks head towards their cage.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27756959-4473269390480849853?l=samualspade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27756959.post-802569546726004743</id><published>2007-08-12T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T15:57:59.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Siblings/Spill/Sharing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Timber finishes the man and puts the spill to the man's mouth.Suddenly,she sees a cage off in the distance with what seems like a somewhat normal family unit.The woman is breast feeding an infant.The man is sharing gruel with two well behaved male siblings.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27756959-802569546726004743?l=samualspade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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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-27756959.post-4558934403823395582</id><published>2007-08-04T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T14:17:48.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chains/Male/Lava</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In cages hanging from chains hooked to far up ceilings are naked people.Some crates are so small that there is no room for the child to do anything but to stand pressed upright against the bars.Others swinging over what is a canyon of molten lava are human families.There is no mercy in these cages.An adult male is sexually having his way with a small boy.In another,an animistic woman is jumping up and down on the head of a dead female.They spill urine and feces at will where they are standing.Timber,excited and titillated,grabs the man sex toy's member and starts making him grow.Loyal is horrified.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27756959-4558934403823395582?l=samualspade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/feeds/4558934403823395582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27756959&amp;postID=4558934403823395582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/4558934403823395582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27756959/posts/default/4558934403823395582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/2007/08/chainsmalelava.html' title='Chains/Male/Lava'/><author><name>Sam 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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-27756959.post-7156709764074273070</id><published>2007-07-28T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T19:13:58.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Manly/Radiates/Hand</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Timber,still strapped in her seat squirms and moans as the thought vision changes.She,is now dressed in thin heat retardant official gear and traveling down an ancient hand carved stone hallway.She is with some minor official and a manly sex toy whom is naked from the waist down.As they turn the corner,heat radiates in a huge blast towards them.They have reached the main entrance.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27756959-7156709764074273070?l=samualspade.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-27756959.post-3421688163930796896</id><published>2007-07-24T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T13:40:53.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unsettles/Hanging/Yarn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Loyal has known Hell before this,but seeing Timber this way highly unsettles him.Perhaps hanging with humans has softened him[I'm an archangel for crying out loud!].Either way,he forces the device forward-pass this yarn of excess.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27756959-3421688163930796896?l=samualspade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samualspade.blogspot.com/feeds/3421688163930796896/comments/default' 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