<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319102595009461673</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:22:33.041-08:00</updated><category term='story'/><category term='fall'/><category term='fear'/><category term='post'/><category term='Bike'/><category term='blog'/><title type='text'>The Untold Stories of the Karmic Goddess</title><subtitle type='html'>Mixed up and still here with my soul intact</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karmicgoddess238.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319102595009461673/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karmicgoddess238.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Karmic Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12829049056541806805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6hSjALzHJiU/R4Q2HyWDP8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xnQJuNkkd30/S220/dreamys_3218_IMAGEN1.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319102595009461673.post-2594516407318952142</id><published>2011-06-16T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T13:15:48.588-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bike'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><title type='text'>Learning How to Ride a Bike</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hello all,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At age 18 I decided I should get a head start and learn how to ride a bike before anyone else ( haha). Seriously, I decided it was about time to learn how to ride a bike. I did it for not only myself but ffor my parents who have to lug me around everywhere. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are a few things I learned while trying to learn how to ride a bike. Which of them being:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;You cannot feel the ground. I know this seems stupid but for the majority of my life, I have always felt orr seen the ground beneath me. When learning how to ride a bike howeverr, I was told to look foreward and to not look at the ground. I felt totally ungrounded and a tad bit disoriented at first. I told my instructor that the thing that scared me was I couldn't feel the ground. He stared at me and said simply, "Isin't that the point?" I later asked my mom what she thought and she said that after learning how to ride a bike and you get going and you can feel the ground beneath your wheels and feel the strength within your pedelling, it makes up for the lack of earth beneath one's feet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There are ALOT of stuff to put together. First I learned how to glide with no pedals. That was hard enough at first. Then I learned how to glide with one pedal then 2 pedals. To me it felt like 1+2+2344x/234y=2x+8344= Happy Face. None of it made sense at first. As I did it again and again and again and again the equation began to look more like 1+1= 2. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The fear to overcome. The one big thing in my way of connecting the dots to do what was asked was the fear. I kept on asking myself; what if I fall? What if I hurt myself? What if....? I had to not listen to my head and do what was asked and then deal with the present only the present. To tell you the truth, I am still dealing with that. One  day at a time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The feeling of getting it. There is not much to explain in that. Just the feeling of finally getting it is enough.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am learning still and will continue to learn.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bye-bye all,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MO&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6319102595009461673-2594516407318952142?l=karmicgoddess238.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karmicgoddess238.blogspot.com/feeds/2594516407318952142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6319102595009461673&amp;postID=2594516407318952142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319102595009461673/posts/default/2594516407318952142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319102595009461673/posts/default/2594516407318952142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karmicgoddess238.blogspot.com/2011/06/learning-how-to-ride-bike.html' title='Learning How to Ride a Bike'/><author><name>Karmic Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12829049056541806805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6hSjALzHJiU/R4Q2HyWDP8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xnQJuNkkd30/S220/dreamys_3218_IMAGEN1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319102595009461673.post-8047645114678537568</id><published>2011-01-11T17:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T17:29:08.011-08:00</updated><title type='text'>About Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hSjALzHJiU/TS0BGaz068I/AAAAAAAAAEM/mPjalET9DeM/s1600/IMG_0133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561102324659973058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hSjALzHJiU/TS0BGaz068I/AAAAAAAAAEM/mPjalET9DeM/s320/IMG_0133.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love makes us do crazy things. Make up excuses that will somehow even though we don't know it then, haunt us for the rest of our lives to escape unrequited love. Love makes us want to leap of tall building and fly. It also makes us want to tear our heart out and sew it back up so the damage was never done. Love makes us want to forget and remeber and sometimes obsess. It makes us compare to every single idea of how it should be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love is in a nutshell a VERY complicated maze. It has its dead ands and its traps that take a while to heal from and maybe you never heal from. It has monsters that will follow you until you learn how to defend youself and look at them straight in the eye and yell, " NO! You are bad for me and my family and i want you do dissappear. And if you are strong they will. Some mosters turn into not so mean and nasty monsters that actually help you face off other mosters. And at the very end of that crazy maze there is your exit and the one that one turn into a moster of a dead end or a trap and embraces you and says, " What took you so long?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love is a crazy assed thing, but without it....where would we be alone and sad? Now how much fun would that be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6319102595009461673-8047645114678537568?l=karmicgoddess238.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karmicgoddess238.blogspot.com/feeds/8047645114678537568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6319102595009461673&amp;postID=8047645114678537568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319102595009461673/posts/default/8047645114678537568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319102595009461673/posts/default/8047645114678537568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karmicgoddess238.blogspot.com/2011/01/about-love.html' title='About Love'/><author><name>Karmic Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12829049056541806805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6hSjALzHJiU/R4Q2HyWDP8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xnQJuNkkd30/S220/dreamys_3218_IMAGEN1.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hSjALzHJiU/TS0BGaz068I/AAAAAAAAAEM/mPjalET9DeM/s72-c/IMG_0133.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319102595009461673.post-7162005724188571070</id><published>2009-06-03T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T14:02:10.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hSjALzHJiU/Sibi3DT-lvI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ixC2QWaa42w/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hSjALzHJiU/Sibi3DT-lvI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ixC2QWaa42w/s320/Picture+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343207443331454706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6319102595009461673-7162005724188571070?l=karmicgoddess238.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karmicgoddess238.blogspot.com/feeds/7162005724188571070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6319102595009461673&amp;postID=7162005724188571070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319102595009461673/posts/default/7162005724188571070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319102595009461673/posts/default/7162005724188571070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karmicgoddess238.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Karmic Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12829049056541806805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6hSjALzHJiU/R4Q2HyWDP8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xnQJuNkkd30/S220/dreamys_3218_IMAGEN1.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hSjALzHJiU/Sibi3DT-lvI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ixC2QWaa42w/s72-c/Picture+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319102595009461673.post-3011715448304316917</id><published>2009-05-20T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T19:28:32.513-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>NEWS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hSjALzHJiU/ShS8Ik1GM8I/AAAAAAAAAC8/obivRwVIWPk/s1600-h/08-08-2008+10%3B45%3B11AM.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hSjALzHJiU/ShS8Ik1GM8I/AAAAAAAAAC8/obivRwVIWPk/s320/08-08-2008+10%3B45%3B11AM.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338098313852236738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;vu:buzzword id="36337292" d="kTqTGDF25E*zwFxcLQuNVw" doc="&amp;lt;document version=&amp;quot;12&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;stream objID=&amp;quot;1:1&amp;quot; name=&amp;quot;body&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;section objID=&amp;quot;1:2&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:5&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:6&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Prologue&amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:7&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:8&amp;quot;&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:9&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:10&amp;quot;&amp;gt;“Let me go!!!”&amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:11&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:12&amp;quot;&amp;gt;“No way in hell poppet!”&amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:13&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:14&amp;quot;&amp;gt;            She found herself in a dingy and damp cell. She did a body check. A couple of broken ribs, and bruises but she was in pretty good condition. She tried to remember what had happened. She was in her bed and forehead was itching, but then it started to burn. She screamed then she blacked out. She woke up and they were there. With there slimy hand and gas masks. The took by the head and brought her to the tallest one.&amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:15&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot; indentFirst=&amp;quot;3600&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:16&amp;quot;&amp;gt;“Hello poppet” he said with obvious delight. She spit in her face or on his hazard suit she couldn’t remember. He slapped her with such force that her face stung. Then it started to burn again.&amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:17&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot; indentFirst=&amp;quot;3600&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:18&amp;quot;&amp;gt;“Another one hey boss?” the shortest one squealed.&amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:19&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot; indentFirst=&amp;quot;3600&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:20&amp;quot;&amp;gt;“Patience Squilard” the apparent leader said.&amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:21&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot; indentFirst=&amp;quot;3600&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:22&amp;quot;&amp;gt;“What do you want with me?” she screeched. They all laughed and dragged her to her tine blue bathroom. She was forced then to stare in to her old 21st century mirror. She fainted. They started to laugh and green slobber came out of their mouths. She remembered what she had seen her eyes had changed color from a dull brown to bright amber and there was a glowing neon triangle in the middle of her forehead. She touched her forehead. Sure enough there it was. A smooth triangle was there. She cried and someone in the distance ordered her to shut up but she still cried.&amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:23&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot; indentFirst=&amp;quot;3600&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:24&amp;quot;&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:25&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:26&amp;quot;&amp;gt;5 YEARS LATER&amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:27&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot; indentFirst=&amp;quot;3600&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:28&amp;quot;&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:29&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot; indentFirst=&amp;quot;3600&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:30&amp;quot;&amp;gt;“I demand that I have a wife!” dictator Esquiale shouted. He had finally taken over Neo- Britannia which was 100 years ago, Britain. The shouting could be heard from all the way to the west tower, for he was in the east wing. His councilor ran in. The dictator’s face was as red as a tomato and his veins were popping out all over his scrunched and scarred face.&amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:31&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot; indentFirst=&amp;quot;3600&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:32&amp;quot;&amp;gt;            “P-Please calm down you dictatorshipness” he timidly said.&amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:33&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot; indentFirst=&amp;quot;3600&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:34&amp;quot;&amp;gt;            “I have told you to just call Teddy! Got it? TED-DY!!!” Esquiale or Teddy shouted at the councilor.&amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:35&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot; indentFirst=&amp;quot;3600&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:36&amp;quot;&amp;gt;“Yes I know but you never call me by my name sir…”&amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:37&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot; indentFirst=&amp;quot;3600&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:38&amp;quot;&amp;gt;“Well come on! Woollcott is a horrible name!” The dictator shouted.&amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:39&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot; indentFirst=&amp;quot;3600&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:40&amp;quot;&amp;gt;“We digress. Teddy, if you want a wife, see if there are any scared young maidens down in the Tombs.” Woollcott muttered spitefully.&amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:41&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot; indentFirst=&amp;quot;3600&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:42&amp;quot;&amp;gt;“Excellent idea! We will go down right now!” He rose to 6 feet and waddled to the door. A bewildered Woollcott followed him.&amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:43&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot; indentFirst=&amp;quot;3600&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:44&amp;quot;&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:45&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot; indentFirst=&amp;quot;3600&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:46&amp;quot;&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:47&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot; indentFirst=&amp;quot;3600&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:48&amp;quot;&amp;gt;CHAPTER 1&amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/section&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/stream&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/document&amp;gt;" objid="1:2" vu="http://www.virtualubiquity.com/buzzword"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Minion Pro;font-size:12;"  &gt;My Dear Readers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/vu:buzzword&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;vu:buzzword id="36337292" d="kTqTGDF25E*zwFxcLQuNVw" doc="&amp;lt;document version=&amp;quot;12&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;stream objID=&amp;quot;1:1&amp;quot; name=&amp;quot;body&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;section objID=&amp;quot;1:2&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:5&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:6&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Prologue&amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:7&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:8&amp;quot;&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:9&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:10&amp;quot;&amp;gt;“Let me go!!!”&amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:11&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:12&amp;quot;&amp;gt;“No way in hell poppet!”&amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:13&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:14&amp;quot;&amp;gt;            She found herself in a dingy and damp cell. She did a body check. A couple of broken ribs, and bruises but she was in pretty good condition. She tried to remember what had happened. She was in her bed and forehead was itching, but then it started to burn. She screamed then she blacked out. She woke up and they were there. With there slimy hand and gas masks. The took by the head and brought her to the tallest one.&amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:15&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot; indentFirst=&amp;quot;3600&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:16&amp;quot;&amp;gt;“Hello poppet” he said with obvious delight. She spit in her face or on his hazard suit she couldn’t remember. He slapped her with such force that her face stung. Then it started to burn again.&amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:17&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot; indentFirst=&amp;quot;3600&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:18&amp;quot;&amp;gt;“Another one hey boss?” the shortest one squealed.&amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:19&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot; indentFirst=&amp;quot;3600&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:20&amp;quot;&amp;gt;“Patience Squilard” the apparent leader said.&amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:21&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot; indentFirst=&amp;quot;3600&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:22&amp;quot;&amp;gt;“What do you want with me?” she screeched. They all laughed and dragged her to her tine blue bathroom. She was forced then to stare in to her old 21st century mirror. She fainted. They started to laugh and green slobber came out of their mouths. She remembered what she had seen her eyes had changed color from a dull brown to bright amber and there was a glowing neon triangle in the middle of her forehead. She touched her forehead. Sure enough there it was. A smooth triangle was there. She cried and someone in the distance ordered her to shut up but she still cried.&amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:23&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot; indentFirst=&amp;quot;3600&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:24&amp;quot;&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:25&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:26&amp;quot;&amp;gt;5 YEARS LATER&amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:27&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot; indentFirst=&amp;quot;3600&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:28&amp;quot;&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:29&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot; indentFirst=&amp;quot;3600&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:30&amp;quot;&amp;gt;“I demand that I have a wife!” dictator Esquiale shouted. He had finally taken over Neo- Britannia which was 100 years ago, Britain. The shouting could be heard from all the way to the west tower, for he was in the east wing. His councilor ran in. The dictator’s face was as red as a tomato and his veins were popping out all over his scrunched and scarred face.&amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:31&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot; indentFirst=&amp;quot;3600&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:32&amp;quot;&amp;gt;            “P-Please calm down you dictatorshipness” he timidly said.&amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:33&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot; indentFirst=&amp;quot;3600&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:34&amp;quot;&amp;gt;            “I have told you to just call Teddy! Got it? TED-DY!!!” Esquiale or Teddy shouted at the councilor.&amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:35&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot; indentFirst=&amp;quot;3600&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:36&amp;quot;&amp;gt;“Yes I know but you never call me by my name sir…”&amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:37&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot; indentFirst=&amp;quot;3600&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:38&amp;quot;&amp;gt;“Well come on! Woollcott is a horrible name!” The dictator shouted.&amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:39&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot; indentFirst=&amp;quot;3600&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:40&amp;quot;&amp;gt;“We digress. Teddy, if you want a wife, see if there are any scared young maidens down in the Tombs.” Woollcott muttered spitefully.&amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:41&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot; indentFirst=&amp;quot;3600&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:42&amp;quot;&amp;gt;“Excellent idea! We will go down right now!” He rose to 6 feet and waddled to the door. A bewildered Woollcott followed him.&amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:43&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot; indentFirst=&amp;quot;3600&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:44&amp;quot;&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:45&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot; indentFirst=&amp;quot;3600&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:46&amp;quot;&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:47&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot; indentFirst=&amp;quot;3600&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:48&amp;quot;&amp;gt;CHAPTER 1&amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/section&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/stream&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/document&amp;gt;" objid="1:2" vu="http://www.virtualubiquity.com/buzzword"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Minion Pro;font-size:12;"  &gt;From now on I am going to post the story I am writing on my blog. A Chapter a week. Please Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/vu:buzzword&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;vu:buzzword id="36337292" d="kTqTGDF25E*zwFxcLQuNVw" doc="&amp;lt;document version=&amp;quot;12&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;stream objID=&amp;quot;1:1&amp;quot; name=&amp;quot;body&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;section objID=&amp;quot;1:2&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:5&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:6&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Prologue&amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:7&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:8&amp;quot;&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:9&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:10&amp;quot;&amp;gt;“Let me go!!!”&amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:11&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:12&amp;quot;&amp;gt;“No way in hell poppet!”&amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:13&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:14&amp;quot;&amp;gt;            She found herself in a dingy and damp cell. She did a body check. A couple of broken ribs, and bruises but she was in pretty good condition. She tried to remember what had happened. She was in her bed and forehead was itching, but then it started to burn. She screamed then she blacked out. She woke up and they were there. With there slimy hand and gas masks. The took by the head and brought her to the tallest one.&amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:15&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot; indentFirst=&amp;quot;3600&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:16&amp;quot;&amp;gt;“Hello poppet” he said with obvious delight. She spit in her face or on his hazard suit she couldn’t remember. He slapped her with such force that her face stung. Then it started to burn again.&amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:17&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot; indentFirst=&amp;quot;3600&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:18&amp;quot;&amp;gt;“Another one hey boss?” the shortest one squealed.&amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:19&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot; indentFirst=&amp;quot;3600&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:20&amp;quot;&amp;gt;“Patience Squilard” the apparent leader said.&amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:21&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot; indentFirst=&amp;quot;3600&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:22&amp;quot;&amp;gt;“What do you want with me?” she screeched. They all laughed and dragged her to her tine blue bathroom. She was forced then to stare in to her old 21st century mirror. She fainted. They started to laugh and green slobber came out of their mouths. She remembered what she had seen her eyes had changed color from a dull brown to bright amber and there was a glowing neon triangle in the middle of her forehead. She touched her forehead. Sure enough there it was. A smooth triangle was there. She cried and someone in the distance ordered her to shut up but she still cried.&amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:23&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot; indentFirst=&amp;quot;3600&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:24&amp;quot;&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:25&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:26&amp;quot;&amp;gt;5 YEARS LATER&amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:27&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot; indentFirst=&amp;quot;3600&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:28&amp;quot;&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:29&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot; indentFirst=&amp;quot;3600&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:30&amp;quot;&amp;gt;“I demand that I have a wife!” dictator Esquiale shouted. He had finally taken over Neo- Britannia which was 100 years ago, Britain. The shouting could be heard from all the way to the west tower, for he was in the east wing. His councilor ran in. The dictator’s face was as red as a tomato and his veins were popping out all over his scrunched and scarred face.&amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:31&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot; indentFirst=&amp;quot;3600&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:32&amp;quot;&amp;gt;            “P-Please calm down you dictatorshipness” he timidly said.&amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:33&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot; indentFirst=&amp;quot;3600&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:34&amp;quot;&amp;gt;            “I have told you to just call Teddy! Got it? TED-DY!!!” Esquiale or Teddy shouted at the councilor.&amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:35&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot; indentFirst=&amp;quot;3600&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:36&amp;quot;&amp;gt;“Yes I know but you never call me by my name sir…”&amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:37&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot; indentFirst=&amp;quot;3600&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:38&amp;quot;&amp;gt;“Well come on! Woollcott is a horrible name!” The dictator shouted.&amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:39&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot; indentFirst=&amp;quot;3600&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:40&amp;quot;&amp;gt;“We digress. Teddy, if you want a wife, see if there are any scared young maidens down in the Tombs.” Woollcott muttered spitefully.&amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:41&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot; indentFirst=&amp;quot;3600&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:42&amp;quot;&amp;gt;“Excellent idea! We will go down right now!” He rose to 6 feet and waddled to the door. A bewildered Woollcott followed him.&amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:43&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot; indentFirst=&amp;quot;3600&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:44&amp;quot;&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:45&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot; indentFirst=&amp;quot;3600&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:46&amp;quot;&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:47&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot; indentFirst=&amp;quot;3600&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:48&amp;quot;&amp;gt;CHAPTER 1&amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/section&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/stream&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/document&amp;gt;" objid="1:2" vu="http://www.virtualubiquity.com/buzzword"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Minion Pro;font-size:12;"  &gt;Byez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/vu:buzzword&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;vu:buzzword id="36337292" d="kTqTGDF25E*zwFxcLQuNVw" doc="&amp;lt;document version=&amp;quot;12&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;stream objID=&amp;quot;1:1&amp;quot; name=&amp;quot;body&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;section objID=&amp;quot;1:2&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:5&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:6&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Prologue&amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:7&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:8&amp;quot;&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:9&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:10&amp;quot;&amp;gt;“Let me go!!!”&amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:11&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:12&amp;quot;&amp;gt;“No way in hell poppet!”&amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:13&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:14&amp;quot;&amp;gt;            She found herself in a dingy and damp cell. She did a body check. A couple of broken ribs, and bruises but she was in pretty good condition. She tried to remember what had happened. She was in her bed and forehead was itching, but then it started to burn. She screamed then she blacked out. She woke up and they were there. With there slimy hand and gas masks. The took by the head and brought her to the tallest one.&amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:15&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot; indentFirst=&amp;quot;3600&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:16&amp;quot;&amp;gt;“Hello poppet” he said with obvious delight. She spit in her face or on his hazard suit she couldn’t remember. He slapped her with such force that her face stung. Then it started to burn again.&amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:17&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot; indentFirst=&amp;quot;3600&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:18&amp;quot;&amp;gt;“Another one hey boss?” the shortest one squealed.&amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:19&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot; indentFirst=&amp;quot;3600&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:20&amp;quot;&amp;gt;“Patience Squilard” the apparent leader said.&amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:21&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot; indentFirst=&amp;quot;3600&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:22&amp;quot;&amp;gt;“What do you want with me?” she screeched. They all laughed and dragged her to her tine blue bathroom. She was forced then to stare in to her old 21st century mirror. She fainted. They started to laugh and green slobber came out of their mouths. She remembered what she had seen her eyes had changed color from a dull brown to bright amber and there was a glowing neon triangle in the middle of her forehead. She touched her forehead. Sure enough there it was. A smooth triangle was there. She cried and someone in the distance ordered her to shut up but she still cried.&amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:23&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot; indentFirst=&amp;quot;3600&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:24&amp;quot;&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:25&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:26&amp;quot;&amp;gt;5 YEARS LATER&amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:27&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot; indentFirst=&amp;quot;3600&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:28&amp;quot;&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:29&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot; indentFirst=&amp;quot;3600&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:30&amp;quot;&amp;gt;“I demand that I have a wife!” dictator Esquiale shouted. He had finally taken over Neo- Britannia which was 100 years ago, Britain. The shouting could be heard from all the way to the west tower, for he was in the east wing. His councilor ran in. The dictator’s face was as red as a tomato and his veins were popping out all over his scrunched and scarred face.&amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:31&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot; indentFirst=&amp;quot;3600&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:32&amp;quot;&amp;gt;            “P-Please calm down you dictatorshipness” he timidly said.&amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:33&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot; indentFirst=&amp;quot;3600&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:34&amp;quot;&amp;gt;            “I have told you to just call Teddy! Got it? TED-DY!!!” Esquiale or Teddy shouted at the councilor.&amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:35&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot; indentFirst=&amp;quot;3600&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:36&amp;quot;&amp;gt;“Yes I know but you never call me by my name sir…”&amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:37&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot; indentFirst=&amp;quot;3600&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:38&amp;quot;&amp;gt;“Well come on! Woollcott is a horrible name!” The dictator shouted.&amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:39&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot; indentFirst=&amp;quot;3600&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:40&amp;quot;&amp;gt;“We digress. Teddy, if you want a wife, see if there are any scared young maidens down in the Tombs.” Woollcott muttered spitefully.&amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:41&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot; indentFirst=&amp;quot;3600&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:42&amp;quot;&amp;gt;“Excellent idea! We will go down right now!” He rose to 6 feet and waddled to the door. A bewildered Woollcott followed him.&amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:43&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot; indentFirst=&amp;quot;3600&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:44&amp;quot;&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:45&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot; indentFirst=&amp;quot;3600&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:46&amp;quot;&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:47&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot; indentFirst=&amp;quot;3600&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:48&amp;quot;&amp;gt;CHAPTER 1&amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/section&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/stream&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/document&amp;gt;" objid="1:2" vu="http://www.virtualubiquity.com/buzzword"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Minion Pro;font-size:12;"  &gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/vu:buzzword&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;vu:buzzword id="36337292" d="kTqTGDF25E*zwFxcLQuNVw" doc="&amp;lt;document version=&amp;quot;12&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;stream objID=&amp;quot;1:1&amp;quot; name=&amp;quot;body&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;section objID=&amp;quot;1:2&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:5&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:6&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Prologue&amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:7&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:8&amp;quot;&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:9&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:10&amp;quot;&amp;gt;“Let me go!!!”&amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:11&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:12&amp;quot;&amp;gt;“No way in hell poppet!”&amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:13&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:14&amp;quot;&amp;gt;            She found herself in a dingy and damp cell. She did a body check. A couple of broken ribs, and bruises but she was in pretty good condition. She tried to remember what had happened. She was in her bed and forehead was itching, but then it started to burn. She screamed then she blacked out. She woke up and they were there. With there slimy hand and gas masks. The took by the head and brought her to the tallest one.&amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:15&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot; indentFirst=&amp;quot;3600&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:16&amp;quot;&amp;gt;“Hello poppet” he said with obvious delight. She spit in her face or on his hazard suit she couldn’t remember. He slapped her with such force that her face stung. Then it started to burn again.&amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:17&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot; indentFirst=&amp;quot;3600&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:18&amp;quot;&amp;gt;“Another one hey boss?” the shortest one squealed.&amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:19&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot; indentFirst=&amp;quot;3600&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:20&amp;quot;&amp;gt;“Patience Squilard” the apparent leader said.&amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:21&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot; indentFirst=&amp;quot;3600&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:22&amp;quot;&amp;gt;“What do you want with me?” she screeched. They all laughed and dragged her to her tine blue bathroom. She was forced then to stare in to her old 21st century mirror. She fainted. They started to laugh and green slobber came out of their mouths. She remembered what she had seen her eyes had changed color from a dull brown to bright amber and there was a glowing neon triangle in the middle of her forehead. She touched her forehead. Sure enough there it was. A smooth triangle was there. She cried and someone in the distance ordered her to shut up but she still cried.&amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:23&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot; indentFirst=&amp;quot;3600&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:24&amp;quot;&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:25&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:26&amp;quot;&amp;gt;5 YEARS LATER&amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:27&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot; indentFirst=&amp;quot;3600&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:28&amp;quot;&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:29&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot; indentFirst=&amp;quot;3600&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:30&amp;quot;&amp;gt;“I demand that I have a wife!” dictator Esquiale shouted. He had finally taken over Neo- Britannia which was 100 years ago, Britain. The shouting could be heard from all the way to the west tower, for he was in the east wing. His councilor ran in. The dictator’s face was as red as a tomato and his veins were popping out all over his scrunched and scarred face.&amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:31&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot; indentFirst=&amp;quot;3600&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:32&amp;quot;&amp;gt;            “P-Please calm down you dictatorshipness” he timidly said.&amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:33&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot; indentFirst=&amp;quot;3600&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:34&amp;quot;&amp;gt;            “I have told you to just call Teddy! Got it? TED-DY!!!” Esquiale or Teddy shouted at the councilor.&amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:35&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot; indentFirst=&amp;quot;3600&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:36&amp;quot;&amp;gt;“Yes I know but you never call me by my name sir…”&amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:37&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot; indentFirst=&amp;quot;3600&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:38&amp;quot;&amp;gt;“Well come on! Woollcott is a horrible name!” The dictator shouted.&amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:39&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot; indentFirst=&amp;quot;3600&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:40&amp;quot;&amp;gt;“We digress. Teddy, if you want a wife, see if there are any scared young maidens down in the Tombs.” Woollcott muttered spitefully.&amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:41&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot; indentFirst=&amp;quot;3600&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:42&amp;quot;&amp;gt;“Excellent idea! We will go down right now!” He rose to 6 feet and waddled to the door. A bewildered Woollcott followed him.&amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:43&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot; indentFirst=&amp;quot;3600&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:44&amp;quot;&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:45&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot; indentFirst=&amp;quot;3600&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:46&amp;quot;&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:47&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot; indentFirst=&amp;quot;3600&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:48&amp;quot;&amp;gt;CHAPTER 1&amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/section&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/stream&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/document&amp;gt;" objid="1:2" vu="http://www.virtualubiquity.com/buzzword"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Minion Pro;font-size:12;"  &gt;Prologue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/vu:buzzword&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Minion Pro;font-size:12;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Minion Pro;font-size:12;"  &gt;“Let me go!!!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Minion Pro;font-size:12;"  &gt;“No way in hell poppet!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Minion Pro;font-size:12;"  &gt;            She found herself in a dingy and damp cell. She did a body check. A couple of broken ribs, and bruises but she was in pretty good condition. She tried to remember what had happened. She was in her bed and forehead was itching, but then it started to burn. She screamed then she blacked out. She woke up and they were there. With there slimy hand and gas masks. The took by the head and brought her to the tallest one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-indent: 36pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Minion Pro;font-size:12;"  &gt;“Hello poppet” he said with obvious delight. She spit in her face or on his hazard suit she couldn’t remember. He slapped her with such force that her face stung. Then it started to burn again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-indent: 36pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Minion Pro;font-size:12;"  &gt;“Another one hey boss?” the shortest one squealed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-indent: 36pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Minion Pro;font-size:12;"  &gt;“Patience Squilard” the apparent leader said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-indent: 36pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Minion Pro;font-size:12;"  &gt;“What do you want with me?” she screeched. They all laughed and dragged her to her tine blue bathroom. She was forced then to stare in to her old 21st century mirror. She fainted. They started to laugh and green slobber came out of their mouths. She remembered what she had seen her eyes had changed color from a dull brown to bright amber and there was a glowing neon triangle in the middle of her forehead. She touched her forehead. Sure enough there it was. A smooth triangle was there. She cried and someone in the distance ordered her to shut up but she still cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-indent: 36pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Minion Pro;font-size:12;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Minion Pro;font-size:12;"  &gt;5 YEARS LATER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-indent: 36pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Minion Pro;font-size:12;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-indent: 36pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Minion Pro;font-size:12;"  &gt;“I demand that I have a wife!” dictator Esquiale shouted. He had finally taken over Neo- Britannia which was 100 years ago, Britain. The shouting could be heard from all the way to the west tower, for he was in the east wing. His councilor ran in. The dictator’s face was as red as a tomato and his veins were popping out all over his scrunched and scarred face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-indent: 36pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Minion Pro;font-size:12;"  &gt;            “P-Please calm down you dictatorshipness” he timidly said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-indent: 36pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Minion Pro;font-size:12;"  &gt;            “I have told you to just call Teddy! Got it? TED-DY!!!” Esquiale or Teddy shouted at the councilor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-indent: 36pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Minion Pro;font-size:12;"  &gt;“Yes I know but you never call me by my name sir…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-indent: 36pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Minion Pro;font-size:12;"  &gt;“Well come on! Woollcott is a horrible name!” The dictator shouted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-indent: 36pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Minion Pro;font-size:12;"  &gt;“We digress. Teddy, if you want a wife, see if there are any scared young maidens down in the Tombs.” Woollcott muttered spitefully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-indent: 36pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Minion Pro;font-size:12;"  &gt;“Excellent idea! We will go down right now!” He rose to 6 feet and waddled to the door. A bewildered Woollcott followed him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-indent: 36pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Minion Pro;font-size:12;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-indent: 36pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Minion Pro;font-size:12;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-indent: 36pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Minion Pro;font-size:12;"  &gt;CHAPTER 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-indent: 36pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Minion Pro;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-indent: 36pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;p style="text-indent: 36pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;vu:buzzword id="36337292" d="kTqTGDF25E*zwFxcLQuNVw" doc="&amp;lt;document version=&amp;quot;12&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;stream objID=&amp;quot;1:1&amp;quot; name=&amp;quot;body&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;section objID=&amp;quot;1:2&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:5&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot; indentFirst=&amp;quot;3600&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:6&amp;quot;&amp;gt;“Ugh. Did I sleep on a rat or something last night???” She looked at the mess that was her cell. She was twenty give or take a few years and she had not showered in over five.&amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:7&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot; indentFirst=&amp;quot;3600&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:8&amp;quot;&amp;gt;“Stand at attention maggots!” the warden yelled. She slowly stumbled to her feet. She looked down. She was wearing the official suit that covered her from neck to toe in a ugly green and shiny shark skin like material. On her torso labeled the number, 1023316*. She sighed. Nothing new, the same daily checks and prisoners screaming to get back outside where their apparent freedom had been. She had changed she guessed since they had first locked her up in there she was now almost wild and she acted almost like a feral cat to strangers or a wolf, she couldn’t decide. The warden came up to her cell. She growled.&amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:9&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot; indentFirst=&amp;quot;3600&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:10&amp;quot;&amp;gt;“You have visitors today maggot.” His breath stank of beets and garlic. She spit in his face. He just grinned at her like he knew what was going to happen to her and somewhere in her body she felt fear.&amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:11&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot; indentFirst=&amp;quot;3600&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:12&amp;quot;&amp;gt;In entered his disgustingness and that measly little mouse of a man that acted as his counselor. She prayed to an invisible god that he would go to the next cell, but he waddled right over to hers.&amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:13&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot; indentFirst=&amp;quot;3600&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:14&amp;quot;&amp;gt;“Hello, my love” he croaked. She hissed at him with such contempt that he cringed.&amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:15&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot; indentFirst=&amp;quot;3600&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:16&amp;quot;&amp;gt;“I am choosing you to be my wife.” he croaked. She spat at him.&amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:17&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot; indentFirst=&amp;quot;3600&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:18&amp;quot;&amp;gt;“Ha-ha, we will be taking care of your nasty habits soon, Finkster, get me her…present.” he said almost menacingly. She cringed and scurried to the corner of her cell. In Finkster’s hand was a smooth and round disk. Her eyes widened. Finkster quickly passed to the dictator and he quickly opened the cage ran faster than anybody thought he could and made her swallow the disk.&amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:19&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot; indentFirst=&amp;quot;3600&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:20&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Everything got blurry. I could hear myself screaming. Then everything turned a horrifying grey color. I tried to move, to speak, but could not. I was paralyzed but I could still see and hear. I heard the dictator, Finkster, and the rat like man talking about me. They mentioned words life procedure, chip and brain, but what the dictator said that made me truly afraid was,&amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:21&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot; indentFirst=&amp;quot;3600&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:22&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;quot;We need to her abilities a secret from her but use them to destroy the rest of the world'. After that everything went utterly black.&amp;lt;/textRun&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;paragraph objID=&amp;quot;1:23&amp;quot; alignHorizontal=&amp;quot;justify&amp;quot; indentFirst=&amp;quot;3600&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;textRun objID=&amp;quot;1:24&amp;quot;/&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/paragraph&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/section&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/stream&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/document&amp;gt;" objid="1:2" vu="http://www.virtualubiquity.com/buzzword"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Minion Pro;font-size:12;"  &gt;“Ugh. Did I sleep on a rat or something last night???” She looked at the mess that was her cell. She was twenty give or take a few years and she had not showered in over five.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/vu:buzzword&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-indent: 36pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Minion Pro;font-size:12;"  &gt;“Stand at attention maggots!” the warden yelled. She slowly stumbled to her feet. She looked down. She was wearing the official suit that covered her from neck to toe in a ugly green and shiny shark skin like material. On her torso labeled the number, 1023316*. She sighed. Nothing new, the same daily checks and prisoners screaming to get back outside where their apparent freedom had been. She had changed she guessed since they had first locked her up in there she was now almost wild and she acted almost like a feral cat to strangers or a wolf, she couldn’t decide. The warden came up to her cell. She growled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-indent: 36pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Minion Pro;font-size:12;"  &gt;“You have visitors today maggot.” His breath stank of beets and garlic. She spit in his face. He just grinned at her like he knew what was going to happen to her and somewhere in her body she felt fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-indent: 36pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Minion Pro;font-size:12;"  &gt;In entered his disgustingness and that measly little mouse of a man that acted as his counselor. She prayed to an invisible god that he would go to the next cell, but he waddled right over to hers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-indent: 36pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Minion Pro;font-size:12;"  &gt;“Hello, my love” he croaked. She hissed at him with such contempt that he cringed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-indent: 36pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Minion Pro;font-size:12;"  &gt;“I am choosing you to be my wife.” he croaked. She spat at him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-indent: 36pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Minion Pro;font-size:12;"  &gt;“Ha-ha, we will be taking care of your nasty habits soon, Finkster, get me her…present.” he said almost menacingly. She cringed and scurried to the corner of her cell. In Finkster’s hand was a smooth and round disk. Her eyes widened. Finkster quickly passed to the dictator and he quickly opened the cage ran faster than anybody thought he could and made her swallow the disk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-indent: 36pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Minion Pro;font-size:12;"  &gt;Everything got blurry. I could hear myself screaming. Then everything turned a horrifying grey color. I tried to move, to speak, but could not. I was paralyzed but I could still see and hear. I heard the dictator, Finkster, and the rat like man talking about me. They mentioned words life procedure, chip and brain, but what the dictator said that made me truly afraid was,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-indent: 36pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Minion Pro;font-size:12;"  &gt;"We need to her abilities a secret from her but use them to destroy the rest of the world'. After that everything went utterly black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-indent: 36pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Minion Pro;font-size:12;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6319102595009461673-3011715448304316917?l=karmicgoddess238.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karmicgoddess238.blogspot.com/feeds/3011715448304316917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6319102595009461673&amp;postID=3011715448304316917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319102595009461673/posts/default/3011715448304316917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319102595009461673/posts/default/3011715448304316917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karmicgoddess238.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-dear-readers-from-now-on-i-am-going.html' title='NEWS!'/><author><name>Karmic Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12829049056541806805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6hSjALzHJiU/R4Q2HyWDP8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xnQJuNkkd30/S220/dreamys_3218_IMAGEN1.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hSjALzHJiU/ShS8Ik1GM8I/AAAAAAAAAC8/obivRwVIWPk/s72-c/08-08-2008+10%3B45%3B11AM.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319102595009461673.post-7103117727131662982</id><published>2009-03-27T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T13:39:24.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    Yesterday a young girl was sitting outside and reading her book.  Overhead monarch butterflies soared and the girl smiled. That night she cried because she could not see the butterflies but only the inside of her mind. She wanted to be in the park with the butterflies. That night she dreamed of hospitals, butterflies, and the park. The next day the girl looked up and found herself in a park, surrounded by butterflies with the sky over head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6319102595009461673-7103117727131662982?l=karmicgoddess238.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karmicgoddess238.blogspot.com/feeds/7103117727131662982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6319102595009461673&amp;postID=7103117727131662982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319102595009461673/posts/default/7103117727131662982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319102595009461673/posts/default/7103117727131662982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karmicgoddess238.blogspot.com/2009/03/yesterday-young-girl-was-sitting.html' title='Thoughts...'/><author><name>Karmic Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12829049056541806805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6hSjALzHJiU/R4Q2HyWDP8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xnQJuNkkd30/S220/dreamys_3218_IMAGEN1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319102595009461673.post-4677049955006542347</id><published>2008-08-17T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T20:01:40.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Here....Bwahaha!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hSjALzHJiU/SKjlmgfdHzI/AAAAAAAAABw/BhrVPFuhYIA/s1600-h/Spain022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 201px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hSjALzHJiU/SKjlmgfdHzI/AAAAAAAAABw/BhrVPFuhYIA/s320/Spain022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235687016537857842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm back... for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Hello all my loyal readers this your anxious Karmic Goddess. 10th grade starts tomorrow and I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;super &lt;/span&gt;nervous. I have planned everything! Now all I have to do is sit and wait until bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;    Life has been hard since the unexpected departure of my cousin &lt;a href="http://karmicgoddess238.blogspot.com/2008/06/zutopia-for-laurie.html"&gt;Laurie&lt;/a&gt;. Certain things make me sad through daily life. For example, sitting here on the chair Laurie gave us before she got sick still smell like her. I think grief and sadness are the hardest obstacles to beat in any life. Wish me luck for tomorrow's smaller obstacle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye-Ooday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6319102595009461673-4677049955006542347?l=karmicgoddess238.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karmicgoddess238.blogspot.com/feeds/4677049955006542347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6319102595009461673&amp;postID=4677049955006542347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319102595009461673/posts/default/4677049955006542347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319102595009461673/posts/default/4677049955006542347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karmicgoddess238.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-herebwahaha.html' title='It&apos;s Here....Bwahaha!!'/><author><name>Karmic Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12829049056541806805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6hSjALzHJiU/R4Q2HyWDP8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xnQJuNkkd30/S220/dreamys_3218_IMAGEN1.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hSjALzHJiU/SKjlmgfdHzI/AAAAAAAAABw/BhrVPFuhYIA/s72-c/Spain022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319102595009461673.post-3113150750027848522</id><published>2008-06-03T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T17:44:34.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zutopia- For Laurie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6hSjALzHJiU/SEXUW0VoExI/AAAAAAAAABg/i4yR4R_IOvk/s1600-h/Untitled-3+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 197px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6hSjALzHJiU/SEXUW0VoExI/AAAAAAAAABg/i4yR4R_IOvk/s320/Untitled-3+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207802032595407634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  A while ago my cousin  Laurie took me on my first real shopping spree. We only went to one store, Zutopia. She splurged on me like a true aunt which she has become. She has helped through life in her own unique way and for that I am thankful. Now seeing her fade away is one of the hardest things to watch. The strength and the spunkiness which I had come to love has dwindled. The rest of this entry is what I want to say to Laurie but am too emotional to say to her so I will write it instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my Readers,&lt;br /&gt;Αντίο&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  This is to Laurie, how much time you have, let it be the best you've ever had before your snuffed out.  Even though I can't be there for you without needing to step outside and cry, I am always by your side. It should not had happened to an amazing person person like you, but it did. I keep on saying to myself that it's not fair because truthfully it is not.I love you with all my heart. I  hope that the remainder of your days be overflowing with happiness and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love You,&lt;br /&gt;Mara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LAURIE ABERS&lt;br /&gt;1951-2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6319102595009461673-3113150750027848522?l=karmicgoddess238.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karmicgoddess238.blogspot.com/feeds/3113150750027848522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6319102595009461673&amp;postID=3113150750027848522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319102595009461673/posts/default/3113150750027848522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319102595009461673/posts/default/3113150750027848522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karmicgoddess238.blogspot.com/2008/06/zutopia-for-laurie.html' title='Zutopia- For Laurie'/><author><name>Karmic Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12829049056541806805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6hSjALzHJiU/R4Q2HyWDP8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xnQJuNkkd30/S220/dreamys_3218_IMAGEN1.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6hSjALzHJiU/SEXUW0VoExI/AAAAAAAAABg/i4yR4R_IOvk/s72-c/Untitled-3+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319102595009461673.post-2186129359242661293</id><published>2008-04-24T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T19:46:41.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6hSjALzHJiU/SBFGB0RwF9I/AAAAAAAAABY/e016jtrtD8E/s1600-h/IMG_0075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6hSjALzHJiU/SBFGB0RwF9I/AAAAAAAAABY/e016jtrtD8E/s320/IMG_0075.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193008842361804754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I am sorry I haven't posted for so long my dear readers. The last few weeks have flied by with such speed that it is a wonder why I even remember them at all. Today we must offer a moment of silence for all of the lesbian, gay, bisexual, questioning, and transgender people and many other awesome people like them. Most have been harassed , prejudiced and even discriminated. Those people deserve a moment of silence.&lt;br /&gt;    As the world falls slowly we must not think about us but the other people around you. Look to the person next to you and think how are they feeling? What have they gone through inside of themselves. Most people have a hard time with this. I have been trying to do this and it is so freaking hard!!! Here is some writing enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;Aloha&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;NIGHT&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Night falls, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;a darkened cloak, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;no windows of freedom of which to escape to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Wait until the glorious dawn, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;with her golden tendrils of hair comes forth, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;with new hope and light for another day.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;With it another chance,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;to do at least,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;an ounce of good and learn,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;for the more we know,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;the more we can at least to ourselves,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;figure out.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6319102595009461673-2186129359242661293?l=karmicgoddess238.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karmicgoddess238.blogspot.com/feeds/2186129359242661293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6319102595009461673&amp;postID=2186129359242661293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319102595009461673/posts/default/2186129359242661293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319102595009461673/posts/default/2186129359242661293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karmicgoddess238.blogspot.com/2008/04/reflection.html' title='Reflection'/><author><name>Karmic Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12829049056541806805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6hSjALzHJiU/R4Q2HyWDP8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xnQJuNkkd30/S220/dreamys_3218_IMAGEN1.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6hSjALzHJiU/SBFGB0RwF9I/AAAAAAAAABY/e016jtrtD8E/s72-c/IMG_0075.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319102595009461673.post-7048153293373767518</id><published>2008-02-24T12:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T12:41:49.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long awaited update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;  A call to cookies!&lt;br /&gt;    YAAAAY! Congrats Nicki! He should be so proud of himself because I am one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6hSjALzHJiU/R8HWb2SJExI/AAAAAAAAABQ/AeVz6FioR6M/s1600-h/artemis.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6hSjALzHJiU/R8HWb2SJExI/AAAAAAAAABQ/AeVz6FioR6M/s320/artemis.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170649621114458898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;proud big sister! School has been a total blur of friends and other oddities. George has been nicer since a certain truce. George is BF #2. I thought it was due time after much pleading from a certain parental cookie ally that I post another blog. Bleach is soo awesome!If you have read Momo's blog you know what I am talking about. I have posted a short story here so please enjoy thyselves. (If your wondering about the thy we are taking Shakespeare in class.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aloha!&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;Balance &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;It was a cloudy day and also the kind of day where if you just leaned the wrong way you would fall off into what we call a very bad day. Robin had leaned to much the other way. Her back was hurting but she thought, no, hoped that if she just ignored it, and just might disappear. It was what her doctor had described as a curvature of the spine.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Robin knew what that meant all to well but to her it was an unwanted glitch like so much others she had. Her mother Rhonda had had it too. Her mother was kind and accepting so she tried not to blame her but it was hard. So that anger came out in other ways like insults and rude comments. Her mother hated it and Robin knew that but she just could not blame her for it. That was out of the question. So there she was walking home from school all the while thinking about her defective back.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;When she got home Randy, her step dad who had been with them since she was three came up to her and announced,” Robin, today we are going to get new x-rays of your back”. No this was her worst fear. This meant that she would have to face it. I meant that it still was there and not gone like the way Robin always hoped it would be. It would mean that it had gotten there by her mom, her dear mom and she could not face that and what if her doctor found out? She didn’t want the magnetic brace screwed to her back!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;She backed away saying, “No, not today not today, please not today!” while Randy puzzled saying, “It’s not the end of the world”. To her it was. But then she realized something, It was not her mothers fault and it was not the end of the world either. Something good would happen and she would balance out again. So she nodded at a very dazed step father and walked back out into a very cloudy day.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;-- Mara Ochoa&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://luncena.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6319102595009461673-7048153293373767518?l=karmicgoddess238.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karmicgoddess238.blogspot.com/feeds/7048153293373767518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6319102595009461673&amp;postID=7048153293373767518&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319102595009461673/posts/default/7048153293373767518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319102595009461673/posts/default/7048153293373767518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karmicgoddess238.blogspot.com/2008/02/long-awaited-update.html' title='Long awaited update'/><author><name>Karmic Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12829049056541806805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6hSjALzHJiU/R4Q2HyWDP8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xnQJuNkkd30/S220/dreamys_3218_IMAGEN1.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6hSjALzHJiU/R8HWb2SJExI/AAAAAAAAABQ/AeVz6FioR6M/s72-c/artemis.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319102595009461673.post-8347630441191770362</id><published>2008-01-22T18:47:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T19:01:39.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Day for Cookie Allies:(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6hSjALzHJiU/R5aq2uK1x1I/AAAAAAAAAAo/ekBnV6imJuU/s1600-h/crlib061224.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6hSjALzHJiU/R5aq2uK1x1I/AAAAAAAAAAo/ekBnV6imJuU/s320/crlib061224.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158498280282638162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Bad Day for friendly folk! Today is for staying close to your loved ones today and stay away from bowling alleys! Most of my friends were feeling very sad about one thing: BOYS. Boys are the most stupid most jerk-like people on earth! I have a theory which is when what or who ever created the primitive slugs that later became humans it made a little "oopsie". It made it so one half of the slugs were mutated an stupid. That is how boys were created.&lt;br /&gt;   On a lighter note school is going great and I am having a fairly good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adieu My Dear Readers,&lt;br /&gt;Your Beloved Karmic Goddess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6319102595009461673-8347630441191770362?l=karmicgoddess238.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karmicgoddess238.blogspot.com/feeds/8347630441191770362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6319102595009461673&amp;postID=8347630441191770362&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319102595009461673/posts/default/8347630441191770362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319102595009461673/posts/default/8347630441191770362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karmicgoddess238.blogspot.com/2008/01/bad-day-for-cookie-allies.html' title='Bad Day for Cookie Allies:('/><author><name>Karmic Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12829049056541806805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6hSjALzHJiU/R4Q2HyWDP8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xnQJuNkkd30/S220/dreamys_3218_IMAGEN1.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6hSjALzHJiU/R5aq2uK1x1I/AAAAAAAAAAo/ekBnV6imJuU/s72-c/crlib061224.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319102595009461673.post-4638051702409375346</id><published>2008-01-10T15:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T16:05:14.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Konked Cats</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6hSjALzHJiU/R4av4iWDP_I/AAAAAAAAAAg/tsifIAeAeNA/s1600-h/Picture+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 168px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6hSjALzHJiU/R4av4iWDP_I/AAAAAAAAAAg/tsifIAeAeNA/s320/Picture+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154000209398939634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Greetings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  After my last post nothing really interesting has happened except writers block. Unfortunately my readers, your dear goddess cannot come up with another poem!I cant figure out what  my next poem should be about. Maybe once I bang my head against a plaster wall( or another type of hard blunt surface) a couple times it will help.I only have an idea here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Nights falls,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;a darkened cloak,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;no windows of freedom of which to escape from.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Wait until the gloriuos dawn,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; with her golden tendrils of hair comes forth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;with new hope and light for another day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6319102595009461673-4638051702409375346?l=karmicgoddess238.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karmicgoddess238.blogspot.com/feeds/4638051702409375346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6319102595009461673&amp;postID=4638051702409375346&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319102595009461673/posts/default/4638051702409375346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319102595009461673/posts/default/4638051702409375346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karmicgoddess238.blogspot.com/2008/01/greetings-after-my-last-post-nothing.html' title='Konked Cats'/><author><name>Karmic Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12829049056541806805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6hSjALzHJiU/R4Q2HyWDP8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xnQJuNkkd30/S220/dreamys_3218_IMAGEN1.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6hSjALzHJiU/R4av4iWDP_I/AAAAAAAAAAg/tsifIAeAeNA/s72-c/Picture+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319102595009461673.post-8983737509888007197</id><published>2008-01-08T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T19:28:59.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WAAAAZZZZUUUPPPP!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;    Hello fellow earthlings! I am your friendly and at this moment tired Karmic Goddess.Poetry and a new semester for this week! My &lt;a href="http://200wordsforsnow.blogspot.com"&gt;mom&lt;/a&gt;  and I did some holiday cards over the break. Today I passed it out to my eccentric and lovable teacher we shall call her Ms. Daniels. She was so impressed with my poem that was on the back of the card that she talked me into entering a poetry contest. I am shy you understand and I do not like to enter in contests! We will see what happens my dear readers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;    Today at school was like the first day of school all over again! To much stress!!! Oh well, another day, another headache.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&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/6319102595009461673-8983737509888007197?l=karmicgoddess238.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karmicgoddess238.blogspot.com/feeds/8983737509888007197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6319102595009461673&amp;postID=8983737509888007197&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319102595009461673/posts/default/8983737509888007197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319102595009461673/posts/default/8983737509888007197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karmicgoddess238.blogspot.com/2008/01/waaaazzzzuuupppp.html' title='WAAAAZZZZUUUPPPP!!'/><author><name>Karmic Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12829049056541806805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6hSjALzHJiU/R4Q2HyWDP8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xnQJuNkkd30/S220/dreamys_3218_IMAGEN1.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
