<?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-2112222229682482591</id><updated>2011-11-01T11:11:34.972+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts of a less then ordinary Badger</title><subtitle type='html'>Hi. I´m a less then ordinary person who really is´nt evil...It just seem like it. Honestly! I dislike alot of things though and I really don´t care what you think of me since even if you like me you probobly got it all wrong. I want to makes this clare: I`M NOT SERIOUS ABOUT THIS BLOGG! THIS IS ONLY A PASS TIME. P.S FUCK YOU.
Now please don´t be offended by what I write, but if you are feel free to bitch about it. Enjoy.
"Oh my! Seems that my phallus got some rigor mortis!"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meles-feroces.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2112222229682482591/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meles-feroces.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Badger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13424356002063685494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0AH4rsSKHrI/TniN-j_tWlI/AAAAAAAAADE/DKCxeUzP4zc/s220/IMG_0834.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112222229682482591.post-3513240346481942756</id><published>2009-08-19T10:29:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T10:34:36.489+02:00</updated><title type='text'>To mister Badger from Badger : Get your shit straight!</title><content type='html'>Hello mister badger. Your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blog&lt;/span&gt; has thus been an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;appalling&lt;/span&gt; collections of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;intelligently&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;diluted&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ramblings&lt;/span&gt;, and yet left a slightly appealing feeling. Now though I see you´&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; gone commercial. Get your fucking shit straight dill-hole!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sinisterly&lt;/span&gt; Badger.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing letters to your self now? A new low man, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; pathetic..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2112222229682482591-3513240346481942756?l=meles-feroces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meles-feroces.blogspot.com/feeds/3513240346481942756/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2112222229682482591&amp;postID=3513240346481942756' title='1 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2112222229682482591/posts/default/3513240346481942756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2112222229682482591/posts/default/3513240346481942756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meles-feroces.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-mister-badger-from-badger-get-your.html' title='To mister Badger from Badger : Get your shit straight!'/><author><name>Badger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13424356002063685494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0AH4rsSKHrI/TniN-j_tWlI/AAAAAAAAADE/DKCxeUzP4zc/s220/IMG_0834.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112222229682482591.post-891208111295303767</id><published>2009-07-12T00:23:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T01:02:43.910+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Badger listens to: Loyalguard</title><content type='html'>Hi!&lt;br /&gt;Today I´ve desided to tell you abit about a band called Loyalguard. They play this Rock/punk - ish type of music. On there Myspace Followin songs can be listend to:&lt;br /&gt;Fragile&lt;br /&gt;If you have to go&lt;br /&gt;I whish&lt;br /&gt;Time to give up&lt;br /&gt;Get away&lt;br /&gt;Still around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My least favorit song is Fragile. It feel far to mainstream, far to....Falout boy. Sure the vocals and playing is good but it just feels...boring.&lt;br /&gt;"If you have to go" is diferent. But diferent in a good way. It´s one of those songs that just leaves that gut-punched feeling all the time. The kind that as soon as you hear it in a concert you start feeling like jumping around and singing along! It´s uniq.&lt;br /&gt;"I whish" was acctually the first song I heard from these guys. I loved it then, I love it still. it got that perky rockabilly feel to it but still with their own sound. The punkish feeling is still there, and here the vocals really are reemarkeble since they have this distinct and uniq lovable sound. A great party song and my personal favorit by these guys.&lt;br /&gt;"Time to give up" is a far darker song then the others. it´s charged with emotion, a very powerfull song. I love it. It´s a bit less melodic but the raw feeling of it all makes it all the better.&lt;br /&gt;"Get away" feels distinctly hardcore. If this was an album I might not have been to glad to hear a song that was this far diferent then the others, but since it´s just some of the tunes available I love it since it just shows how divers these guys really are. It´s really gritty and down there. It gets the blood pumping.&lt;br /&gt;"Still around" feels slightly closer to the mainstreem but the band manage to make it till sound like their own. The lyrics can feel a tad high school angsty. But overall it´s a good song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loyalguard is a very divers and talanted band. Badger dose indeed like them and is sure of theit future succsees! The band sounds great and here and there, there is this slight "Nine inch Nails" wibbe that givevs you the old shivers which is just freeking awsome.&lt;br /&gt;Verdict: Great!&lt;br /&gt;Listen to them at: &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/loyalguard"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/loyalguard&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2112222229682482591-891208111295303767?l=meles-feroces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meles-feroces.blogspot.com/feeds/891208111295303767/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2112222229682482591&amp;postID=891208111295303767' title='1 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2112222229682482591/posts/default/891208111295303767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2112222229682482591/posts/default/891208111295303767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meles-feroces.blogspot.com/2009/07/badger-listens-to-loyalguard.html' title='Badger listens to: Loyalguard'/><author><name>Badger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13424356002063685494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0AH4rsSKHrI/TniN-j_tWlI/AAAAAAAAADE/DKCxeUzP4zc/s220/IMG_0834.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112222229682482591.post-6701806515823314647</id><published>2009-07-12T00:18:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T00:20:11.063+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Badger With Meaning????</title><content type='html'>Hello!&lt;br /&gt;Well, as you might guess, I am very bored. So I will be digressing from my usual ramblings. See, I´m a music lover, and there are so many good bands out there! So For the next posts I shall reviev some bands for you here, and hopefully, put them out there for you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2112222229682482591-6701806515823314647?l=meles-feroces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meles-feroces.blogspot.com/feeds/6701806515823314647/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2112222229682482591&amp;postID=6701806515823314647' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2112222229682482591/posts/default/6701806515823314647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2112222229682482591/posts/default/6701806515823314647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meles-feroces.blogspot.com/2009/07/badger-with-meaning.html' title='Badger With Meaning????'/><author><name>Badger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13424356002063685494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0AH4rsSKHrI/TniN-j_tWlI/AAAAAAAAADE/DKCxeUzP4zc/s220/IMG_0834.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112222229682482591.post-5858764405668783223</id><published>2009-06-14T11:18:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T11:33:07.045+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Badger in appathy</title><content type='html'>I feel so....distant?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, distant. Everything is like in a haze. Feelings are disgusting, but I can only feel traces of them. My left testical hurts, but I can´t understand when the crotch of my pants shrunk. Been listening to "Dust in the wind". Am worried that everything is just going to fall into dust for no reason. I´m not hungry. What is this shit man? I aint bee smoking no weed. I´m not drunk. But i can´t think! Everything are just flying around, like third halfs of the left side of a doubbel helix, floatig on a cloud of colors, with bears in party hats trying to hit on goly locks but she´s already got it going on with little red ridding hood. And the wolf is an alcoholic cuz he got laide of from selling insurances. It´the damnd economy! Screwing the avacrege man like me, you and that dude outside Mcdonalds. God I hate Mcdonalds! Disgusting. litle violet doots are swiming before my eyes. They are strangly arousing. But again, what dose´nt give me a hard on these days? ah shit. I need to go to copenhagen now. Fucking danish. Not the pastry, the people. But in my state I wouldnt mind a danish woman. GOT TO FUCKING GO YOU MIDGITATING BASTERDAIZE SOONS OF FOUR TOOTHET MOTHER CHIMPS. FUCKING CHUMPS! ALL OF YOU. THIS CAPS SHIT IS MAKING ME NAOUSES!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2112222229682482591-5858764405668783223?l=meles-feroces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meles-feroces.blogspot.com/feeds/5858764405668783223/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2112222229682482591&amp;postID=5858764405668783223' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2112222229682482591/posts/default/5858764405668783223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2112222229682482591/posts/default/5858764405668783223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meles-feroces.blogspot.com/2009/06/badger-in-appathy.html' title='Badger in appathy'/><author><name>Badger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13424356002063685494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0AH4rsSKHrI/TniN-j_tWlI/AAAAAAAAADE/DKCxeUzP4zc/s220/IMG_0834.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112222229682482591.post-522806470691526105</id><published>2009-06-08T08:50:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T09:01:00.262+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Badger tells story of Darl Lord!</title><content type='html'>I´m teribly sorry!, or not really, but I realised that I have yet to tell you the naming story of my penis!&lt;br /&gt;Well you see, it all started about 3 years ago. I realised that i have friends who are not as close to me as my penis, but they have names, so why should´nt my penis? I mean, I am sort of attached to it. At first I considerd Shaft. As in the awsome cop (the only cop I actually like!) Shaft. Also that the name Shaft is rather close to the thing shaft. But i thought it might be a bit to obvious so i started thinking about the original acter of shaft, Robert Roundtree. As awsome as roundtree actually sounds it just did not seem befitting to name my penis after just a mere actor. I´m not really sure how I came up with it, might have came to me in a profetic dream, but one morning as I was directing my penis in urination, I looked down, and i just new. The Dark Lord! Enough to but fear in peopel, but with a title of lordship to bring awe. And thus, the Dark Lord was named!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2112222229682482591-522806470691526105?l=meles-feroces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meles-feroces.blogspot.com/feeds/522806470691526105/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2112222229682482591&amp;postID=522806470691526105' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2112222229682482591/posts/default/522806470691526105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2112222229682482591/posts/default/522806470691526105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meles-feroces.blogspot.com/2009/06/badger-tells-story-of-darl-lord.html' title='Badger tells story of Darl Lord!'/><author><name>Badger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13424356002063685494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0AH4rsSKHrI/TniN-j_tWlI/AAAAAAAAADE/DKCxeUzP4zc/s220/IMG_0834.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112222229682482591.post-7201800162703141634</id><published>2009-06-08T00:03:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T00:10:06.742+02:00</updated><title type='text'>NO hungry Badger</title><content type='html'>Wow. That last post...what selfserving selfpitying pice of tripe that was! Damn but i´ve proboly never been more disgusted with my self! I made a mistake, now I live with the consequenses. That´s just it. &lt;div&gt;On a further note, I have some how lost all apitite. I no longer feel hunger. I force feed my self a wopper to day, but now I´m feeling like I will barf. Note to self, only eat if hungry.&lt;br /&gt;I have desided that my massive testiqular power have defeeted yet a nother pair of facistical torture devise, namly my current pair of pants that is. There for I am yet again in need of a new pair of oppresion. I will be heding out tomorrow to by new pants. I rather I didn´t but it seems that the public athoretys have issues with public nudety. While out I just might by somethings else, what I do not no. Maybee a horse whip...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2112222229682482591-7201800162703141634?l=meles-feroces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meles-feroces.blogspot.com/feeds/7201800162703141634/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2112222229682482591&amp;postID=7201800162703141634' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2112222229682482591/posts/default/7201800162703141634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2112222229682482591/posts/default/7201800162703141634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meles-feroces.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-hungry-badger.html' title='NO hungry Badger'/><author><name>Badger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13424356002063685494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0AH4rsSKHrI/TniN-j_tWlI/AAAAAAAAADE/DKCxeUzP4zc/s220/IMG_0834.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112222229682482591.post-1661984849729191903</id><published>2009-06-05T09:44:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T10:01:19.821+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Horrid day/Badger no comprende...</title><content type='html'>What an utterly horribel day. i never should have woken up. You se it´s my birthday to day... I´m not a fan of my birthdays but this one is shaping up to be spectacularly disastores...&lt;div&gt;Let me take you back about a month. See, I met this girl, a friend of a friend, and we start talking. We carry on like that for a few weeks, and i start geting interested. She was beutyfull, intelligent and had a bit of an attitude. I graduated a few days ago and that night every one went to this club. There I met her and we dance, then we start making out. She gives me her phone number before I leave. But when I ask her out she says that sh likes me, but she wants to be friends...Oh the humiliation! I would have liked to know THAT a litle early. See, I don´t have the habit of slipping the tung to my friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, naturally I deal with these situations the same way, always.&lt;br /&gt;1. Dealet Messege inbox&lt;br /&gt;2. Dealet outbox&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Dealet number (I regret that now)&lt;br /&gt;4. Get drunk as shit, like really fucked up!&lt;br /&gt;5. Urinating publicly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Doing something briliantly stupid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Next day, feeling like shit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also my sexual abstinans is geting worse. I suffer from a serious case of blue balls... Oh and yesterday I thought that the Dark Lord was dead (for those who don´t know the Dark Lord is the name of my penis) (Yes I have named my penis, more about that in my next post, it´s compleatly uninteresting). See it was all gray! But than I realised it was the poor lighting in the restroom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh....... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just whishing that this day will b over soon....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2112222229682482591-1661984849729191903?l=meles-feroces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meles-feroces.blogspot.com/feeds/1661984849729191903/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2112222229682482591&amp;postID=1661984849729191903' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2112222229682482591/posts/default/1661984849729191903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2112222229682482591/posts/default/1661984849729191903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meles-feroces.blogspot.com/2009/06/horrid-daybadger-no-comprende.html' title='Horrid day/Badger no comprende...'/><author><name>Badger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13424356002063685494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0AH4rsSKHrI/TniN-j_tWlI/AAAAAAAAADE/DKCxeUzP4zc/s220/IMG_0834.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112222229682482591.post-7965605767349456421</id><published>2009-06-05T09:33:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T09:36:46.705+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Promises</title><content type='html'>I made a promise to have no sexuall stimulanse for a month if i passed my fysiks exam. I did. Now I have one week to go and the cold showers aint working no more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;No sex and no fun makes Badger go crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;No sex and no fun makes Badger go crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;No sex and no fun makes Badger go crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;No sex and no fun makes Badger go crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;No sex and no fun makes Badger go crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;No sex and no fun makes Badger go crazy.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2112222229682482591-7965605767349456421?l=meles-feroces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meles-feroces.blogspot.com/feeds/7965605767349456421/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2112222229682482591&amp;postID=7965605767349456421' title='1 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2112222229682482591/posts/default/7965605767349456421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2112222229682482591/posts/default/7965605767349456421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meles-feroces.blogspot.com/2009/06/stupid-promises.html' title='Stupid Promises'/><author><name>Badger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13424356002063685494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0AH4rsSKHrI/TniN-j_tWlI/AAAAAAAAADE/DKCxeUzP4zc/s220/IMG_0834.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112222229682482591.post-337769758334471768</id><published>2009-02-26T20:21:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T20:31:48.074+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Badger explains STD</title><content type='html'>Well, I am feeling a bit better, not chewing any green tea at the moment. My faith in hummanity has decreased since it seams There are some who actually read this drivel. Anyhow, this post is more of an awnser to a comment. &lt;div&gt;1. No I will not pick up a freshiii. This is´nt the good old days when I just could find a girl I like, pick her up(literary) Torch her villeg and run away and live happily ever after. No these days everything is so dificult and comlicated, so much that i have infact started to keep to my self in my den. This Badger is in no mood for silly games!&lt;br /&gt;2. STD, is short for Sexualy Transferabel Diseas. They are illneses you get through sex, like syfillis, gonneréa, Herpes, Klamydia, HIV/AIDS and Children. (people usually don´t understand why I call cildren std, so let me explain. You have sex, some thing starts growing and living inside of you, like a parasite, and then it comes out and you have to care for it. Finally when it has leached you of any happines, joy, money and fun, it leaves the empty shells behinde to live on and you are left sad lonly and utterly delerious).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- from the den to you, yours SINsearly, Badger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2112222229682482591-337769758334471768?l=meles-feroces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meles-feroces.blogspot.com/feeds/337769758334471768/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2112222229682482591&amp;postID=337769758334471768' title='1 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2112222229682482591/posts/default/337769758334471768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2112222229682482591/posts/default/337769758334471768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meles-feroces.blogspot.com/2009/02/badger-explains-std.html' title='Badger explains STD'/><author><name>Badger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13424356002063685494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0AH4rsSKHrI/TniN-j_tWlI/AAAAAAAAADE/DKCxeUzP4zc/s220/IMG_0834.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112222229682482591.post-7047870725064805696</id><published>2009-02-24T00:10:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T00:17:48.061+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Is that voices in my head or am i just ignoring you???</title><content type='html'>Well, I´m back, i think. Not very regular posts. But atleast I am consistant with my indonsistant postings. Have a presentation tomorow. i´ve somehow cought something non sexually ofc...you need to have sex to get STDs (which,, by the way, would make an AWSOME bandname!). Jupp, going fer a record ye'no? Longest drystreak. Over a year now. A. Fucking. Year. !. &lt;br /&gt;I´m cewing green tea, I really should kick that habbit, it´mackes me...odd. I keep zooming out, I´ve lost a few hours that way...&lt;br /&gt;Wtf.... I think I´m loosing my already feeble grip on my suraoundings, I think it´s time for something....stupid. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-an incohearent Badger&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2112222229682482591-7047870725064805696?l=meles-feroces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meles-feroces.blogspot.com/feeds/7047870725064805696/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2112222229682482591&amp;postID=7047870725064805696' title='1 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2112222229682482591/posts/default/7047870725064805696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2112222229682482591/posts/default/7047870725064805696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meles-feroces.blogspot.com/2009/02/is-that-voices-in-my-head-or-am-i-just.html' title='Is that voices in my head or am i just ignoring you???'/><author><name>Badger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13424356002063685494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0AH4rsSKHrI/TniN-j_tWlI/AAAAAAAAADE/DKCxeUzP4zc/s220/IMG_0834.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112222229682482591.post-2253213020275508262</id><published>2009-01-14T17:46:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T18:16:08.705+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Anarchist Badger!</title><content type='html'>Yes, as you can surmise so far, I am a very irregular poster. But I am back. Well what happend? I did my CAE exam, and then the holidays started. I went to Mallorca. It was fairly pleasent. During this trip I finally, after a long time of studies and information gathering, came to the conclusion that I infact, am an Anarchist!&lt;br /&gt;Also me and two friends re-started our podcast, Klöscast. It´s in swedish though.&lt;br /&gt;My writing is not going that well, am suffering from a writers block, but have piced up the drawing pencil once again. it really helps to dispel the block. I feel so close to a story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thisisragnarok.blogg.se/2008/march/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want every one to take a look at this picture, i simply love it! It really put some things in perspective and inspire me in a way.&lt;br /&gt;Untill our next time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-gVioQ3Mw/SW4diQvy7cI/AAAAAAAAAAU/k1FM7KEfsZE/s1600-h/DSC00174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-gVioQ3Mw/SW4diQvy7cI/AAAAAAAAAAU/k1FM7KEfsZE/s320/DSC00174.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291199086655106498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Badger&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2112222229682482591-2253213020275508262?l=meles-feroces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meles-feroces.blogspot.com/feeds/2253213020275508262/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2112222229682482591&amp;postID=2253213020275508262' title='3 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2112222229682482591/posts/default/2253213020275508262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2112222229682482591/posts/default/2253213020275508262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meles-feroces.blogspot.com/2009/01/anarchist-badger.html' title='The Anarchist Badger!'/><author><name>Badger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13424356002063685494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0AH4rsSKHrI/TniN-j_tWlI/AAAAAAAAADE/DKCxeUzP4zc/s220/IMG_0834.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-gVioQ3Mw/SW4diQvy7cI/AAAAAAAAAAU/k1FM7KEfsZE/s72-c/DSC00174.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112222229682482591.post-8138329132175033837</id><published>2008-12-17T21:30:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T18:31:10.074+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay the hell away from psykology</title><content type='html'>I just finnished one of my finls! Got one in the morning though, BLAST!&lt;br /&gt;I have some how managed to get sick. &lt;div&gt;Damn all psykological crap! They try to catagorise you and file you away, some type of mental disaction, filled with incest and penis annalogys!&lt;br /&gt;I´ll be damnd before I have some one do that to my head, they´ve tried, but to no avail since I have an ace up my sleve that those establishment lapdogs don´t know about! I. FUCKING. LIED!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;STAY THE FUCK OUT OF MY HEAD YOU FUCKING FUCK NUTS! FUCK! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-A near hysterical Badger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2112222229682482591-8138329132175033837?l=meles-feroces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meles-feroces.blogspot.com/feeds/8138329132175033837/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2112222229682482591&amp;postID=8138329132175033837' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2112222229682482591/posts/default/8138329132175033837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2112222229682482591/posts/default/8138329132175033837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meles-feroces.blogspot.com/2008/12/stay-hell-away-from-psykology.html' title='Stay the hell away from psykology'/><author><name>Badger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13424356002063685494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0AH4rsSKHrI/TniN-j_tWlI/AAAAAAAAADE/DKCxeUzP4zc/s220/IMG_0834.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112222229682482591.post-7857133223174437286</id><published>2008-12-02T22:26:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T22:29:30.951+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Test, film, booze and x-mas</title><content type='html'>Well, I´ve been busy latly. I´ve studied (not enough), partyd and drunk (far too much), seen a few movies and x-mas. &lt;br /&gt;My friend became 18 and since hes greek he had a very big party, and naturally we got him a inflateble sheep. Anyway we drank our selfs silly danced way to much for nearly ten houers straight. I had a hangover for two days after that. But I had fun, more fun than I´ve had for a very, very long time. I´ve writen a few tests these past days and my CAE exams are waiting for me this coming week. &lt;br /&gt;I saw Beowulf to day. A really awsome movie, although not compleatly the same as the books storyline. The alterations make it into a slightly diferent story. Good none the less. &lt;br /&gt;This year for x-mas I´m planing on wearing a specific set of cloathing each friday. I really hate x-mas though. I´ve found this wonderfull christmas song. It´s in swedish but the tital translates into Black X-mas.It tell you about a satanist celebrating x-mas, trying to repant and find gidanse by the "lord". The is filed with drugs, alcohol and a nun with some interesting passtimes. It truly helps me chrging up on x-mas cheer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2112222229682482591-7857133223174437286?l=meles-feroces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meles-feroces.blogspot.com/feeds/7857133223174437286/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2112222229682482591&amp;postID=7857133223174437286' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2112222229682482591/posts/default/7857133223174437286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2112222229682482591/posts/default/7857133223174437286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meles-feroces.blogspot.com/2008/12/test-film-booze-and-x-mas.html' title='Test, film, booze and x-mas'/><author><name>Badger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13424356002063685494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0AH4rsSKHrI/TniN-j_tWlI/AAAAAAAAADE/DKCxeUzP4zc/s220/IMG_0834.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112222229682482591.post-5190386767534902721</id><published>2008-11-24T22:13:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T23:14:50.998+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Return of the Badger!</title><content type='html'>Hello fellow clueless internet drones! I see that also you have been drawn and cought in this webb of truly unintresting topics, way of circumventing every thing from copywright to drug laws, and mostly pornography. If you, like me, have nothing better to do and realy never liked porn, or just need to give your penis a rest from the vigourus abusiv mastrubation, feel free to read my ramblings. You might notis the many spelling erors but i assure you, they are only due to slight intoxication, sleep deprevation and a slightly pervers sadistic pleasure in annoying the hell out of people by not correting them!&lt;br /&gt;Now as you may have notist it´s been a rather long time since my last post. I shall be a more fastidious writer from now on, I give you my word! (please not that I am not a very trustworthy person and also a down right basterd, but a gentelman basterd)&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am chewing on green tea leafs. It is very invigourating but also it gives a rather pleasent buzz. So what has happend since my last post? ot much really. I started my final year of high school, got drunk, stared in a movie, drank large quantatis of beer, went to Paris and reapeeted my previous acomplishment of pissing on the Eiffeltouer, been to hell (disneyland), had some more alcohol, taken a bunch of exams, meditated, partyd like hell with some unknown people (some anarcists and communists wich I have no ideá how they ended up att those prepy partys), and there most sertanly have been more but i can´t reemember them for some reason or they have been to stupid to be put up here.&lt;br /&gt;I belive that I shall leave you for now, since those tea leafs are really starting to get to my head, both of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I´m not a Basterd! I´m a GENTELMAN Basterd, reemember that."- Badger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Power and knowledg. The two are not really two since they are the same. Knowledge is power some one once said. What interests me is the way people seem to overlook some thing as ovious as that. Knowledge is the key to succes, or in some casses as my own, self preservation. A simpel exampel. You are a boxer. Not the biggest, not ´the strongest nor are you the fastes. Although those factors might be of some importance they are not necceserely helpfull for acheving your goal. To begin with, you can studie your opponent. Se what he dose, how he moves, how he reacts (knowledge). Then you learn where the more hurtfull places are located on the body for punhing (knowledge). Get to know the ring. Find out what will work and what wont on various places in it (knowledge). Studie the rules extensevly so you are at clear of what you can and cant do (knowledge). Find your strengthes and weeknesses and play on them (knowledge). With all this you can beat anyone. Life is exactly the same. But with so many more oppertunetys and dangers. To exploit and survive knowledge is essential and that is what power is. To Survive and to twart those atempting to make it otherwise.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2112222229682482591-5190386767534902721?l=meles-feroces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meles-feroces.blogspot.com/feeds/5190386767534902721/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2112222229682482591&amp;postID=5190386767534902721' title='1 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2112222229682482591/posts/default/5190386767534902721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2112222229682482591/posts/default/5190386767534902721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meles-feroces.blogspot.com/2008/11/return-of-badger.html' title='Return of the Badger!'/><author><name>Badger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13424356002063685494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0AH4rsSKHrI/TniN-j_tWlI/AAAAAAAAADE/DKCxeUzP4zc/s220/IMG_0834.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112222229682482591.post-7102864841892897510</id><published>2008-08-17T20:37:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T20:41:46.091+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Is the internet correct???</title><content type='html'>I just did one of these self analysis quizes (yes I am infact horribly bored...) and I got slight startled by the awnser "You have many different outlooks on life, and know how to utilize each one to make the best of any situation. Others may mistake this for hypocrisy or even insanity, but you know yourself better than that. Indecision is your greatest flaw. Your alignment tends slightly towards *evil*.".&lt;br /&gt;Are they right? I don´t fucking know....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The truth is reletiv in the sence that it´s a very individual thing, Becouse we al look at life diferently. It´s purly a matter of perspectives&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2112222229682482591-7102864841892897510?l=meles-feroces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meles-feroces.blogspot.com/feeds/7102864841892897510/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2112222229682482591&amp;postID=7102864841892897510' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2112222229682482591/posts/default/7102864841892897510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2112222229682482591/posts/default/7102864841892897510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meles-feroces.blogspot.com/2008/08/is-internet-correct.html' title='Is the internet correct???'/><author><name>Badger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13424356002063685494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0AH4rsSKHrI/TniN-j_tWlI/AAAAAAAAADE/DKCxeUzP4zc/s220/IMG_0834.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112222229682482591.post-1321688040892515850</id><published>2008-08-16T01:56:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T14:49:31.579+02:00</updated><title type='text'>DOOOOOM! and festival</title><content type='html'>I´m gona start with a question. I was watching the old wizard of oz movie for some reson. I wonder, am I the only one who sees a lot of sexuall innuendo in it? Really?&lt;br /&gt;And how many find that Kansas chic hot in a weird way?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway It´s festival here, some really awsome bands are going to play. Downside is that emos are gathering in masses, and so are peasents. And Tokio Hotel fans. Only thing worse than Tokio hotel is that pete scumbag Dorethy...I can´t fucking stand him. There was this little fat kid in a suite though. Fucking hilrios. I was laughing for like five min. Now call me old fashiond but I miss the time when men acctualy were men. I mean, what´s the deal with these hand bags I see folk carying around? Men ain´t suposed to have purses like that! They call them man-purses. There´s nothing remotly manly about them! Only wimmin,and dragquees should have purses.It´s just not practical! Everything a man needs is in his pants. Only thing more s like a walet wich you keep in your pants. I hate pants to though... &lt;br /&gt;Another thing, why is there so many words for homosexuallety? Really I got nothing against Homo sexuall folks, it´s just I don´t understand what it is with all the words. And who the fuck said that wimmin dressing up like two send prostitutes are hot? Cuz it´s not! NOt that I have anything against prostitues. &lt;br /&gt;So in conclusio. Kansas girl that killed which in over sexuall movie is hot, and I míss the time when wimmin were wimmin, men were men and fruite was some kind of reletive to vegtable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel the grass between my toes&lt;br /&gt;as I look for pray under the full moones cold glow&lt;br /&gt;A sent in the wind&lt;br /&gt;and ny feet drums softly agaiinst the plain&lt;br /&gt;As I seek what soon will be my supé&lt;br /&gt;Run little one try to hide&lt;br /&gt;give me the pleasure&lt;br /&gt;To have to fight if i whish to dine&lt;br /&gt;I chuckle to my self&lt;br /&gt;As´I close up on you&lt;br /&gt;I hunt alone&lt;br /&gt;yet I sence your fear&lt;br /&gt;I have found you and you tremble benethe my glare&lt;br /&gt;my look of hungry desire&lt;br /&gt;to rip your flesh&lt;br /&gt;A triumphent howl&lt;br /&gt;and I ´m upon you&lt;br /&gt;I hunt alone&lt;br /&gt;I dine alone&lt;br /&gt;but thanks to you&lt;br /&gt;I never feel alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2112222229682482591-1321688040892515850?l=meles-feroces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meles-feroces.blogspot.com/feeds/1321688040892515850/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2112222229682482591&amp;postID=1321688040892515850' title='1 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2112222229682482591/posts/default/1321688040892515850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2112222229682482591/posts/default/1321688040892515850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meles-feroces.blogspot.com/2008/08/dooooom-and-festival.html' title='DOOOOOM! and festival'/><author><name>Badger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13424356002063685494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0AH4rsSKHrI/TniN-j_tWlI/AAAAAAAAADE/DKCxeUzP4zc/s220/IMG_0834.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112222229682482591.post-7652547518477477006</id><published>2008-08-13T01:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T01:55:38.797+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dive into DEPRAVITY!</title><content type='html'>I hate bloggs. But I happen to be a self loathing git, so i suppose that justifys this. What to say? I love music. Rock, hard rock, nearly all metal and more. I HATE INDIE-ROCK! Ergo I hate That Dorethy punk...git. Feeding weed to penguins. And they call ME evil! Yes I manipulate and play with peoples minds and such but I don´t tease them with what they can´t use! Ok, maybe I do but atleast I look good doing it. Or let me rephrase that. Peole who want to punch me, maim me, torture, spank or/and kill me usually have a reason. Unlike that Dorethy who could make you want to punch him just by looking at him...&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I´m not all that sure what day it is, or what month to be perfectly honest... I suppose it´s night since I can´t se the sun. I like the night better then the day so it´s fine by me. I love the moon, always have. And I love barking/howling under Sirius (The brightest star in the sky also know as the dog moon), not only for the liberating experiance but also it scares most things out there. It´s cloudy to night so I can se nither... Hope it clares up by the full moon though.&lt;br /&gt;My brain is slightly addeld due to sleep depravation, a spliting head ache and insistant consuming of various energy drinks for a long period of time. I just found out that people think I´m intimidaiting. That I have an unseatling gaze. Or was it glare? Can´t be glare, i´m to dispasionat for one of those. Yes I know this is´nt a very coherant reading, but i will better my self. I´m honestly in a down right bad state for the moment. I will brake this of soon. Next time I will post some thing I look forward to, maybe you do to. I don´t know/care really.&lt;br /&gt;So good night, or what ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Evil is madness in it´s malovent unharnesed form, since it will always work towards it own distruction. So one might say there really is no evil or good in the world. Not any reall anyways. They are fabrications of mankind. Evil is Chaos, disorder. A destructive force wich will leed to it´s unmaking. And that is madness. Good is supposed to be the opposit. But is it? Have´nt good been done in the name of evil`And have´nt evil been done in the name of good? Most things can be viewd in many perspectives. It´s those unspecable acts of humankinde that soils our history that are the truly evil one since no truly sane person can make any sence of it. Becouse there is no sence behinde it. It is madness. That is how you know reall evil. But all madness is not evil. We all carry a some part of madness within us, but that dose not make us evil. Let´s simplyfy matters a bit. Lets just say that insanity is a part of us all to various extents, and lets call the other thing for plain madness (evil). It´s abit more complex then that, since I view insanity/madness as the same yet some thing with many aspects, sub-geners and diferenses. Not all madness is chaos that is. Which was why I chose to use two diferent terms of the same thing to clarify that. But more of the diferent nuances of madness in next post.&lt;br /&gt;Night, fellow sercher. You know who you are.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2112222229682482591-7652547518477477006?l=meles-feroces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meles-feroces.blogspot.com/feeds/7652547518477477006/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2112222229682482591&amp;postID=7652547518477477006' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2112222229682482591/posts/default/7652547518477477006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2112222229682482591/posts/default/7652547518477477006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meles-feroces.blogspot.com/2008/08/dive-into-depravity.html' title='Dive into DEPRAVITY!'/><author><name>Badger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13424356002063685494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0AH4rsSKHrI/TniN-j_tWlI/AAAAAAAAADE/DKCxeUzP4zc/s220/IMG_0834.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
