<?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-5083103</id><updated>2011-07-08T03:40:03.514-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mephisto's Emporium Curio and Sweete Shoppe</title><subtitle type='html'>~Good Evening~ 
Here you can purchase mysterious items from countless exotic lands or revel in our Sweete Shoppe, now home to well over 86 breeds of saccharine confections. However, we trust you will find the staggering majority of said "sweetes" to be predominantly vile in taste. We assure you this is only a product of our meticulous (if not ritualistic) tainting process that each and every cake, candy, dainty, jam, and pastry must "experience" upon its capture and admittance into our world.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeteshoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083103/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeteshoppe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Clay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083103.post-90145821</id><published>2003-03-04T19:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-04T19:18:56.496-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is not really for the readers, but for myself so i can rememeber when i was mad at her. Ally is now pissing me off. Getting into drugs and shit. I have no patient for this.For the readers-i have made one of the final steps. the C becomes an M the L an A</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083103/posts/default/90145821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083103/posts/default/90145821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeteshoppe.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90145821' title=''/><author><name>Clay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083103.post-90027247</id><published>2003-03-02T20:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-02T20:54:47.996-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ah, i forgot to mention. i got the elusive SIXTH dinosaur today. see, they have these dinosaur jellies that you can use and then save the glass to drink from. i had all five, but couldnt find the fucking sixth. finally! triceratops apple butter, you proved to be quite the adversary. but in the end, Mephistopheles always gets his toast..........</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083103/posts/default/90027247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083103/posts/default/90027247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeteshoppe.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90027247' title=''/><author><name>Clay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083103.post-90023474</id><published>2003-03-02T19:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T17:44:42.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok, this is TOO fucking perfect-one of the lamar coaches was telling i guess a JV football player this. here is his view on the boys track team- "a bunch of damn guys, hanging around, telling funny stories." Bullseye.So i did not get to see Tron in theaters on saturday night. Damn. Is there any product that can place movies like Tron over girlfriends in importance? a nice salve that goes on clear</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083103/posts/default/90023474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083103/posts/default/90023474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeteshoppe.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90023474' title=''/><author><name>Clay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083103.post-89882094</id><published>2003-02-27T22:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-02-27T22:32:26.590-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today was a treat. you know, the kind of treat that ties you to a chair and rapes your grandparents while you are forced to watch. got written up at school for NOTHING. ms hill, the ap grabbed me by the arm, took me to her office and wrote me up. i have the yellow copy of the slip. the "reason for referral" is a scratchy circle. that is all. fucked. at least its only detention. still gay though. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083103/posts/default/89882094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083103/posts/default/89882094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeteshoppe.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89882094' title=''/><author><name>Clay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083103.post-89821784</id><published>2003-02-26T23:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-02-26T23:52:17.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>big D, little e, a, and dMephisto is mother fucking Deadsometimes things are good, and devastating. my track coach was fucking GIDDY with my performance today. the negroes that i was running with kept yelling "damn, nigga, slow down!!!! wes gots to run 4 more of these bitches!" i had to run eight more. so after all that  i was like, "good shit". but then it happened. my track coach ran up to me</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083103/posts/default/89821784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083103/posts/default/89821784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeteshoppe.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89821784' title=''/><author><name>Clay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083103.post-89755690</id><published>2003-02-25T22:17:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T16:57:19.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A....a drug dealer? A drug dealing PEDERAST, actually!Man lots going on lately. As you can tell, i watched seven again. came on tv, but not edited. some strange cable channel. had to miss BP though. anyway, when he said the pederast part i flew off the couch screaming and writhing. Ally was bewildered. it did NOT help when i explained what a pederast was. I own a 1-2 year old tommorow. Take that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083103/posts/default/89755690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083103/posts/default/89755690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeteshoppe.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89755690' title=''/><author><name>Clay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083103.post-89576709</id><published>2003-02-22T20:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-02-22T20:15:09.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For those of you who frequent XE you undoubtly read the funny messages on the title bar. Did anyone catch the one last week? "X-Entertainment is hiding chocolate..." Fucking brilliant. I pledge allegiance to Matt.If I hadnt awakened this morning, you could be sure that your friend Mephsito died happy. For yesterday, not only did I get to spend the entire evening with Ally watching NBK, but we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083103/posts/default/89576709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083103/posts/default/89576709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeteshoppe.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89576709' title=''/><author><name>Clay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083103.post-89469973</id><published>2003-02-20T20:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-02-20T20:22:54.970-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow. What a metric fuck it is to change ANYTHING on blog. Anyhow, this shall be the new "spot" as it were. Abandoned the lap. Too many bad memories within it. The Emporium Curio is a happy place, dammit.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083103/posts/default/89469973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083103/posts/default/89469973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeteshoppe.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89469973' title=''/><author><name>Clay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083103.post-89468599</id><published>2003-02-20T19:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-02-20T20:19:50.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Welcome. Take your time.  Look around. Alert me if you would fancy a sample. Perhaps........ two samples?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083103/posts/default/89468599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083103/posts/default/89468599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeteshoppe.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89468599' title=''/><author><name>Clay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
