<?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-8503522796096624767</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:50:15.568-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking With Strangers</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8503522796096624767/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lucky_Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311953712349333223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/Sf-PmALXr2I/AAAAAAAAAW0/yVVlr16CrtA/S220/FAB+bras%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8503522796096624767.post-1437039984440286381</id><published>2008-11-13T12:09:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:26:19.795-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Analise sobre alguns livros que já li</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/SRxFPFkkCxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ing8wNf1gn8/s1600-h/bebe%2520lendo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/SRxFPFkkCxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ing8wNf1gn8/s400/bebe%2520lendo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268161789612526354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A algum tempo atrás estava pensando em fazer uma breve analise de alguns livros que li, mas não encontrava tempo pra isso.&lt;br /&gt;Vou tentar fazer uma sintese simples, como de um leitor qualquer, não de um crítico especializado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Cabeça de Trovão:&lt;br /&gt;Foi um dos livros sobre monstros, ruínas históricas e expedições arqueológicas mais legal que já li. &lt;br /&gt;Uma moça segue os passos do pai p/ encontrar um cidade perdida chamada Quivira, mas no fim ela descobre que muitas vezes existem tesouros que merecem ser deixados de lado.  Por mil anos a antiga cidade de Quivira esteve adormecida guardando em silêncio os seus demônios mais misteriosos. Por mil anos a cidade de Quivira esteve protegida do mundo exterior, ou será que o mundo exterior esteve protegido de Quivira?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Um Ano Inesquecível:&lt;br /&gt; Um romance bastante envolvente e sutil, não é aquele tipo de história chata e quase sem conteúdo onde pessoas se encontram e daí em diante tudo muda. &lt;br /&gt; Uma garota filha de um pastor baptista faz com que um garoto rico do bairro se apaixone por ela mesmo que ela não tenha os atrativos femininos que recheiam páginas de muitos romances por aí. Com um final trágico mostra uma realidade mais perto de nós, não uma história que parece estar fora de nosso alcance.&lt;br /&gt; *Inspirou o filme "Um Amor Pra Recordar".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"Um Homem Sob Medida" (Handyman)&lt;br /&gt; Totalmente o contrário de Um Ano Inesquecível.Conta uma história que só acontece na ficção mesmo.&lt;br /&gt; Esse livro como diz o título conta a história de um homem a beira dos 30 anos, sozinho e que ainda é uma verdadeira perfeição em pessoa. &lt;br /&gt; Uma história muio bonita, cheia de altos e baixos; pra quem gosta de se emocionar lendo esse livro é um prato cheio.&lt;br /&gt; A mulher por quem ele se apaixona tbm tem uma personalidade bastante marcante... &lt;br /&gt;Mãe solteira, tem um chefe que a explora, não tem um circulo de amigos muito grande mas tem uma amiga confidente que passa o endereço de seu psicologo.&lt;br /&gt; Então ela vai atrás do dito cujo; Chegando no local ela já sai chorando e contando sua vida pro primeiro homem que ela vê... E o primeiro homem que ela tromba é justamente o "Handyman", dai tudo na vida dos dois se torna novo, mas a um preço muito alto. &lt;br /&gt; Vale a pena ver, apesar de ser uma trama muito incomum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;O Feijão E O Sonho:&lt;br /&gt; Considero esse livro uma jóia rara da literatura brasileira. Este estava aqui bem perto de mim na minha estante, mas eu nunca tive interesse de lê-lo (era de minha mãe que por sinal sempre falava bem do pobrezinho). &lt;br /&gt; O drama de um educador e sua família sobrevivendo das sobras da humildade e perseverança que um povo pode carregar no peito. &lt;br /&gt; Campos Lara tenta de todas as formas fazer com que seus alunos e familiares vejam flores e poesia onde a maioria das pessoas só veêm plástico.&lt;br /&gt;Sua mulher, Maria Rosa pensa totalmente o contrário e tenta convence-lo de todo o jeito de que fazer aquilo que se gosta nem sempre é aquilo que levanta, que dá dignidade à um homem.&lt;br /&gt; Um livro antigo e ao mesmo tempo tão contemporâneo que fala  sobre o gosto de estudar e a luta que se tem num país onde a educação ainda não é prioridade nem se quer do povo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Cidade em chamas:&lt;br /&gt;Um ex-policial sai sem destino pedindo carona e percorrendo toda a América do Norte carregado, até que pega carona com uma filha de mexicanos que precisa desesperadamente fugir da familia de seu marido psicopata.&lt;br /&gt;No final Ricker sai da vida de todos da mesma forma que entrou e continua sua vida de ruaceiro.&lt;br /&gt; Emoção e adrenalina elevados a 10° potencia. &lt;br /&gt; Um drama policial cheio de mortes estranhas, pessoas cheias de segredos do passado atormentando suas vidas, personagens que são verdadeiros vampiros humanos.&lt;br /&gt; Recomendo para todos os que gostam de histórias que envolvem todo tipo de situação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*E muitas outras obras que vou deixar pra depois porque por hora meu tempo se esgota de novo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8503522796096624767-1437039984440286381?l=conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com/feeds/1437039984440286381/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8503522796096624767&amp;postID=1437039984440286381' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8503522796096624767/posts/default/1437039984440286381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8503522796096624767/posts/default/1437039984440286381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com/2008/11/analise-sobre-alguns-livros-que-j-li.html' title='Analise sobre alguns livros que já li'/><author><name>Lucky_Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311953712349333223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/Sf-PmALXr2I/AAAAAAAAAW0/yVVlr16CrtA/S220/FAB+bras%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/SRxFPFkkCxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ing8wNf1gn8/s72-c/bebe%2520lendo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8503522796096624767.post-538554368653585598</id><published>2008-09-17T19:18:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T19:26:11.047-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cancelados os shows do Nine Inch Nails no Brasil</title><content type='html'>SÃO PAULO - Estão canceladas as apresentações do Nine Inch Nails no Brasil. A assessoria de imprensa da Mondo Entretenimento, produtora responsável pela contratação da banda, informou na noite desta terça-feira, 16, que os shows marcados para São Paulo e Porto Alegre não vão acontecer. A banda se apresentaria em São Paulo no dia 7 de outubro, no Via Funchal, e no dia 9 na capital gaúcha. Sem dar maiores detalhes, a assessoria disse que o cancelamento se deu por "imprevistos técnicos". &lt;br /&gt;A turnê do NIN na América do Sul previa ainda um show em Bogotá (Colômbia), no dia 12, que também foi desmarcado. Em Caracas (Venezuela), a apresentação agendada para o dia 15 foi antecipada para 8 de outubro, informa o site oficial da banda.&lt;br /&gt;Quem já adquiriu ingressos para a apresentação no Via Funchal poderá ter o valor pago ressarcido. Segundo a assessoria da casa, os que compraram ingressos pela internet e ainda não os retiraram terão o débito cancelado da fatura do cartão de crédito. Se já estiver com a entrada em mãos, é preciso ir com ela até a bilheteria (R. Funchal, 65 - Vila Olímpia) para ter o dinheiro devolvido. Abre de segunda a domingo, das 12 às 22h.&lt;br /&gt;Os ingressos também podem ser enviados por correio, via Sedex. Neste caso, o estorno é feito por depósito - é preciso, então, enviar os dados bancários.&lt;br /&gt;No envelope da correspondência, deve constar como destinatário:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"VIA FUNCHAL EMPREENDIMENTOS LTDA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rua Funchal, 65 - Vila Olímpia - SÃO PAULO/SP - CEP: 04551-060&lt;br /&gt;Att.: Sr. Fábio Gonçalves&lt;br /&gt;Fonte: Estadao.com.br&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blog para assinar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;http://wereinthistogether-nintourbrazil.blogspot.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8503522796096624767-538554368653585598?l=conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com/feeds/538554368653585598/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8503522796096624767&amp;postID=538554368653585598' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8503522796096624767/posts/default/538554368653585598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8503522796096624767/posts/default/538554368653585598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com/2008/09/cancelados-os-shows-do-nine-inch-nails.html' title='Cancelados os shows do Nine Inch Nails no Brasil'/><author><name>Lucky_Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311953712349333223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/Sf-PmALXr2I/AAAAAAAAAW0/yVVlr16CrtA/S220/FAB+bras%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8503522796096624767.post-1572924850918162274</id><published>2008-09-06T18:18:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T18:51:25.121-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempo Perdido (?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Martika- Toy Soldiers&lt;br /&gt;Madonna- True Blue&lt;br /&gt;Cindy Lauper- True Colors&lt;br /&gt;The Animals- The House Of The Rising Sun&lt;br /&gt;Pinkin Floyd- Wish You Were Here&lt;br /&gt;Elton John- Sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;Irene Cara- What a feeling&lt;br /&gt;Eurithmics- Sweet Dreams&lt;br /&gt;Allphaville- Big in Japan&lt;br /&gt;Ray Parker jr.- Ghostsbusters&lt;br /&gt;Madonna- La Isla Bonita&lt;br /&gt;Peter Gabriel- Sledgehammer&lt;br /&gt;Stive Wonder- Part- Time Lover&lt;br /&gt;Nikka Costa- I believe in love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impossível lembrar dessas músicas e não se sentir tocado, ao lembrar das muitas vezes que ligavamos o rádio e todos eles estavam tocando e encantando nossos rudes coraçõezinhos com essas (e muitas outras) que fizeram história.&lt;br /&gt;Todas estas músicas me lembram quando minha mãe morava com meu irmão num lugar e época bem distantes daqui, num lugar onde eles foram bem felizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Mas aí vem a pergunta... Será que parei no tempo?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8503522796096624767-1572924850918162274?l=conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com/feeds/1572924850918162274/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8503522796096624767&amp;postID=1572924850918162274' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8503522796096624767/posts/default/1572924850918162274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8503522796096624767/posts/default/1572924850918162274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com/2008/09/80s.html' title='Tempo Perdido (?)'/><author><name>Lucky_Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311953712349333223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/Sf-PmALXr2I/AAAAAAAAAW0/yVVlr16CrtA/S220/FAB+bras%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8503522796096624767.post-3426040936800788499</id><published>2008-07-27T09:50:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T10:01:44.718-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"News" **</title><content type='html'>Wow quanta coisa acontecendo a um ritmo acelerado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Nine Inch Nails saiu em turnê, e eles vão passar pela América do Sul.&lt;br /&gt;Confiram as datas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04/10 no Chile&lt;br /&gt;07/10 São Paulo&lt;br /&gt;09/10 Porto Alegre&lt;br /&gt;12/10 Colombia&lt;br /&gt;15/10 na Vebezuela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um pensamento= Que outubro chegue logooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;Um desejo= Ver as unhas de 9 polegadas logooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;**(Uma boa notícia)= Estou de folgaaaaaaa ☺  ☻&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agenda completa http://tour.nin.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8503522796096624767-3426040936800788499?l=conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com/feeds/3426040936800788499/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8503522796096624767&amp;postID=3426040936800788499' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8503522796096624767/posts/default/3426040936800788499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8503522796096624767/posts/default/3426040936800788499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com/2008/07/news.html' title='&quot;News&quot; **'/><author><name>Lucky_Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311953712349333223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/Sf-PmALXr2I/AAAAAAAAAW0/yVVlr16CrtA/S220/FAB+bras%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8503522796096624767.post-5640318294213566617</id><published>2008-06-14T16:02:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T16:05:46.200-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Vida segundo Charlie Chaplin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://libweb.princeton.edu/libraries/firestone/rbsc/aids/film-stills/chaplin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://libweb.princeton.edu/libraries/firestone/rbsc/aids/film-stills/chaplin.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A coisa mais injusta sobre a vida é a maneira como ela termina. Eu acho&lt;br /&gt;que o verdadeiro ciclo da vida está de trás pra frente. Nós deveríamos&lt;br /&gt;morrer primeiro, nos livrar logo disso. Daí viver num asilo, até ser&lt;br /&gt;chutado pra fora de lá por estar muito novo. Ganhar um relógio de ouro e&lt;br /&gt;ir&lt;br /&gt;trabalhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então você trabalha 40 anos até ficar novo pra poder aproveitar a&lt;br /&gt;aposentadoria. Aí você curte tudo, bebe bastante álcool, faz festas e se&lt;br /&gt;prepara para a faculdade. Você vai pro colégio, tem várias namoradas,&lt;br /&gt;vira&lt;br /&gt;criança, não tem nenhuma responsabilidade, se torna um bebezinho no&lt;br /&gt;colo,&lt;br /&gt;volta pro útero da mãe, passa seus últimos nove meses de vida&lt;br /&gt;flutuando...&lt;br /&gt;e termina tudo com um ótimo orgasmo. Não seria perfeito?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8503522796096624767-5640318294213566617?l=conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com/feeds/5640318294213566617/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8503522796096624767&amp;postID=5640318294213566617' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8503522796096624767/posts/default/5640318294213566617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8503522796096624767/posts/default/5640318294213566617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com/2008/06/vida-segundo-charlie-chaplin.html' title='A Vida segundo Charlie Chaplin'/><author><name>Lucky_Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311953712349333223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/Sf-PmALXr2I/AAAAAAAAAW0/yVVlr16CrtA/S220/FAB+bras%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8503522796096624767.post-1050297133726554724</id><published>2008-05-21T16:56:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T09:49:09.302-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Teste seu QI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.lindamulher.com.br/images/ad058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.lindamulher.com.br/images/ad058.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma pessoa muda quer comprar uma escova de dentes. Imitando alguém escovando os dentes, ele consegue se fazer entender pelo vendedor e a compra é realizada com êxito. Se tiver um cego querendo adquirir um par de óculos escuros, como ele deveria se expressar para se fazer entender ? Pense no assunto antes de descer a página até a resposta. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele precisa apenas abrir a boca e pedir, simples, não é? Ele é cego e não mudo !!!!&lt;br /&gt;Se você errou, cave um buraco e esconda-se...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8503522796096624767-1050297133726554724?l=conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com/feeds/1050297133726554724/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8503522796096624767&amp;postID=1050297133726554724' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8503522796096624767/posts/default/1050297133726554724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8503522796096624767/posts/default/1050297133726554724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com/2008/05/teste-seu-qi.html' title='Teste seu QI'/><author><name>Lucky_Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311953712349333223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/Sf-PmALXr2I/AAAAAAAAAW0/yVVlr16CrtA/S220/FAB+bras%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8503522796096624767.post-3944030824910829462</id><published>2008-05-21T16:38:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T16:47:27.597-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Língua Portuguesa é machista</title><content type='html'>Cachorro: O melhor amigo do homem.&lt;br /&gt;Cachorra: Puta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vadio: Homem que não trabalha.&lt;br /&gt;Vadia: Puta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boi: Homem gordo, forte.&lt;br /&gt;Vaca: Puta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aventureiro: Homem que se arrisca, viajante, desbravador.&lt;br /&gt;Aventureira: Puta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dado: Homem de bom trato.&lt;br /&gt;Dada: Puta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garoto de rua: Garoto pobre que vive na rua.&lt;br /&gt;Garota de rua: Puta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonequinho: Brinquedo.&lt;br /&gt;Bonequinha: Puta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mascarado: Homem que oculta sua identidade (Zorro, Homem-Aranha…)&lt;br /&gt;Mascarada: Puta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atirado: Semelhante a aventureiro, sempre disponível.&lt;br /&gt;Atirada: Puta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pistoleiro: Homem que mata pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;Pistoleira: Puta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homem da vida: Pessoa letrada pela sabedoria adquirida ao longo da vida.&lt;br /&gt;Mulher da vida: Puta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8503522796096624767-3944030824910829462?l=conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com/feeds/3944030824910829462/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8503522796096624767&amp;postID=3944030824910829462' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8503522796096624767/posts/default/3944030824910829462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8503522796096624767/posts/default/3944030824910829462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com/2008/05/lngua-portuguesa-machista.html' title='A Língua Portuguesa é machista'/><author><name>Lucky_Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311953712349333223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/Sf-PmALXr2I/AAAAAAAAAW0/yVVlr16CrtA/S220/FAB+bras%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8503522796096624767.post-2107644481672470582</id><published>2008-05-18T00:24:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T17:13:55.970-03:00</updated><title type='text'>POESIA DE EINSTEIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.paraorkut.com/img/graphics/72c0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://images.paraorkut.com/img/graphics/72c0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pode ser que um dia deixemos de nos falar...Mas, enquanto houver amizade, Faremos as pazes de novo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pode ser que um dia o tempo passe...Mas, se a amizade permanecer,Um do outro há de se lembrar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pode ser que um dia nos afastemos...Mas, se formos amigos de verdade,A amizade nos reaproximará.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pode ser que um dia não mais existamos...Mas, se ainda sobrar amizade,Nasceremos de novo, um para o outro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pode ser que um dia tudo acabe...Mas, com a amizade construiremos tudo novamente,Cada vez de forma diferente,Sendo único e inesquecível cada momentoQue juntos viveremos e nos lembraremos pra sempre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Há duas formas para viver sua vida:Uma é acreditar que não existe milagre,&lt;br /&gt;A outra é acreditar que todas as coisas são um milagre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albert Einstein 1879*1955&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8503522796096624767-2107644481672470582?l=conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com/feeds/2107644481672470582/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8503522796096624767&amp;postID=2107644481672470582' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8503522796096624767/posts/default/2107644481672470582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8503522796096624767/posts/default/2107644481672470582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com/2008/05/poesia-de-einstein.html' title='POESIA DE EINSTEIN'/><author><name>Lucky_Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311953712349333223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/Sf-PmALXr2I/AAAAAAAAAW0/yVVlr16CrtA/S220/FAB+bras%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8503522796096624767.post-4124296749994783984</id><published>2008-05-17T23:34:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T00:21:44.894-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://gallery.hd.org/_exhibits/baby/_more2006/_more05/breastfeeding-4-four-month-old-baby-girl-closeup-1-DHD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://gallery.hd.org/_exhibits/baby/_more2006/_more05/breastfeeding-4-four-month-old-baby-girl-closeup-1-DHD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes I wonder when it'll happen to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The same time I'm afraide I know just the women are mighty to feed someone with their own bodies... I think this is wonderful, don't you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;**As vezes me pergunto quando isso vai acontecer comigo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ao mesmo tempo que tenho sei que só as mulheres podem alimentar alguém com seu próprio corpo... E eu acho isso incrivel, maravilhoso. Você não? ☺ &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/8503522796096624767-4124296749994783984?l=conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com/feeds/4124296749994783984/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8503522796096624767&amp;postID=4124296749994783984' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8503522796096624767/posts/default/4124296749994783984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8503522796096624767/posts/default/4124296749994783984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com/2008/05/babies.html' title='Babies'/><author><name>Lucky_Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311953712349333223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/Sf-PmALXr2I/AAAAAAAAAW0/yVVlr16CrtA/S220/FAB+bras%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8503522796096624767.post-8724159464833081378</id><published>2008-05-17T23:27:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T23:34:22.473-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny but real</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://madrugandonanet.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/woman-purse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://madrugandonanet.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/woman-purse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a318/Peopleware/imagem_fusca_lhe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a318/Peopleware/imagem_fusca_lhe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Funny but real! LOL ☻&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8503522796096624767-8724159464833081378?l=conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com/feeds/8724159464833081378/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8503522796096624767&amp;postID=8724159464833081378' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8503522796096624767/posts/default/8724159464833081378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8503522796096624767/posts/default/8724159464833081378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com/2008/05/funny-but-real.html' title='Funny but real'/><author><name>Lucky_Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311953712349333223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/Sf-PmALXr2I/AAAAAAAAAW0/yVVlr16CrtA/S220/FAB+bras%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8503522796096624767.post-7085622695686606798</id><published>2008-04-29T20:44:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T20:58:10.402-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Epitáfio - Titãs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://alegrao.files.wordpress.com/2006/10/salvador_dali.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://alegrao.files.wordpress.com/2006/10/salvador_dali.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://gatoescondido.files.wordpress.com/2007/03/the_persistence_of_memory_1931_salvador_dali.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://gatoescondido.files.wordpress.com/2007/03/the_persistence_of_memory_1931_salvador_dali.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Devia ter amado mais, ter chorado mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ter visto o sol nascer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Devia ter arriscado mais e até errado mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ter feito o que eu queria fazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Queria ter aceitado as pessoas como elas são&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cada um sabe a alegria e a dor que traz no coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O acaso vai me proteger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Enquanto eu andar distraído&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O acaso vai me proteger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Enquanto eu andar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Devia ter complicado menos, trabalhado menos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ter visto o sol se pôr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Devia ter me importado menos com problemas pequenos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ter morrido de amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Queria ter aceitado a vida como ela é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A cada um cabe alegrias e a tristeza que vier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O acaso vai me proteger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Enquanto eu andar distraído&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O acaso vai me proteger...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A vida passa rápido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tic tac tic tac,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lá se foram 60 segundos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8503522796096624767-7085622695686606798?l=conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com/feeds/7085622695686606798/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8503522796096624767&amp;postID=7085622695686606798' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8503522796096624767/posts/default/7085622695686606798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8503522796096624767/posts/default/7085622695686606798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com/2008/04/epitfio-titsdevia-ter-amado-mais-ter.html' title='Epitáfio - Titãs'/><author><name>Lucky_Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311953712349333223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/Sf-PmALXr2I/AAAAAAAAAW0/yVVlr16CrtA/S220/FAB+bras%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8503522796096624767.post-8509110907849573630</id><published>2008-04-22T11:12:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:16:06.067-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/SA3zhFQG-nI/AAAAAAAAAPI/q354R3GZKZo/s1600-h/Pode+arrotar,+eu+deixo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192073695099026034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/SA3zhFQG-nI/AAAAAAAAAPI/q354R3GZKZo/s400/Pode+arrotar,+eu+deixo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;21 April 2008: 2 weeks! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;posted by Trent Reznor at 5:44 PM pst, from los angeles.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Tell me it. I'll keep secret*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*No!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8503522796096624767-8509110907849573630?l=conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com/feeds/8509110907849573630/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8503522796096624767&amp;postID=8509110907849573630' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8503522796096624767/posts/default/8509110907849573630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8503522796096624767/posts/default/8509110907849573630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com/2008/04/21-april-2008-2-weeks-posted-by-trent.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucky_Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311953712349333223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/Sf-PmALXr2I/AAAAAAAAAW0/yVVlr16CrtA/S220/FAB+bras%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/SA3zhFQG-nI/AAAAAAAAAPI/q354R3GZKZo/s72-c/Pode+arrotar,+eu+deixo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8503522796096624767.post-4608576306721698373</id><published>2008-04-21T13:08:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T13:26:16.257-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Do que você tem mais medo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.drakken.de/sketches/scary_clown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.drakken.de/sketches/scary_clown.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8503522796096624767-4608576306721698373?l=conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com/feeds/4608576306721698373/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8503522796096624767&amp;postID=4608576306721698373' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8503522796096624767/posts/default/4608576306721698373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8503522796096624767/posts/default/4608576306721698373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com/2008/04/do-que-voc-tem-mais-medo.html' title='Do que você tem mais medo?'/><author><name>Lucky_Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311953712349333223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/Sf-PmALXr2I/AAAAAAAAAW0/yVVlr16CrtA/S220/FAB+bras%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8503522796096624767.post-3852763940424743407</id><published>2008-04-18T12:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T12:58:31.699-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img59.imageshack.us/img59/5744/depressingdruggieoq0.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img59.imageshack.us/img59/5744/depressingdruggieoq0.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HUAHAUHUAHUAHAHAUAHUAHUA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Humor bem negro!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8503522796096624767-3852763940424743407?l=conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com/feeds/3852763940424743407/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8503522796096624767&amp;postID=3852763940424743407' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8503522796096624767/posts/default/3852763940424743407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8503522796096624767/posts/default/3852763940424743407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com/2008/04/huahauhuahuahahauahuahua-humor-bem.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucky_Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311953712349333223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/Sf-PmALXr2I/AAAAAAAAAW0/yVVlr16CrtA/S220/FAB+bras%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8503522796096624767.post-7111223392004759556</id><published>2008-04-16T12:24:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:16:06.192-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Christianne F.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/SAYbx-XGiXI/AAAAAAAAANE/Pap1D8NzXaU/s1600-h/Christ9%5B1%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189866165958510962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/SAYbx-XGiXI/AAAAAAAAANE/Pap1D8NzXaU/s400/Christ9%5B1%5D.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Sua historia virou livro, seu livro virou um filme, seu filme virou lenda...Apesar da vida sofrida, confusa e perturbada de Christiane, a cativante imagem da atriz interpretando a garota, fazia com que os jovens quisessem ser como Christiane, seu jeito de se vestir, sua musica (...era grande admiradora de David Bowie) seu comportamento, coragem, inocência gerou fascinação.O Filme tem 132 minutos de duração e foi dirigido por Ulrich Edel, foi completado em 1981. As equipes não pediram permissão para filmar 'as autoridades Alemãs. Então as vezes todos precisavam sair correndo da policia, o que permitia pouco tempo para filmar algumas cenas. O filme foi lançado nos cinemas em Dezembro de 1982 e somente em Agosto de 1990 mostrado na televisão Alemã. O livro apresenta da forma mais sincera possível o lado bom da droga e suas conseqüências. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Leia a seguir alguns trechos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"...Depois tive a impressão de estar perdendo todo o meu sangue. Essa sensação durou horas. Não podia mais andar, nem falar. Cheguei sem perceber ate a sala de cinema do Sound. Fiquei cinco horas numa poltrona a sentir que estava perdendo todo o sangue."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"...'A noite, voltei a tomar alguns comprimidos. Um individuo normal morreria. Para mim, isto me permitia ao menos dormir algumas horas. Um sonho me despertou: sou um cão que sempre foi bem tratado pelos homens ate o dia em que o prenderam em um canil e o torturaram ate a morte." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;*Quem num assistiu? Nunca ouviu falar? Num leu? Num gostou? Num se sentiu impactado?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&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/8503522796096624767-7111223392004759556?l=conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com/feeds/7111223392004759556/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8503522796096624767&amp;postID=7111223392004759556' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8503522796096624767/posts/default/7111223392004759556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8503522796096624767/posts/default/7111223392004759556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com/2008/04/christianne-f.html' title='Christianne F.'/><author><name>Lucky_Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311953712349333223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/Sf-PmALXr2I/AAAAAAAAAW0/yVVlr16CrtA/S220/FAB+bras%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/SAYbx-XGiXI/AAAAAAAAANE/Pap1D8NzXaU/s72-c/Christ9%5B1%5D.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8503522796096624767.post-4301802771052002171</id><published>2008-04-03T20:14:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T12:43:12.040-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;21- Sabia que vc tava c/ um sutiã de enchimento hauhauhauhau&lt;br /&gt;22- Que pequeno&lt;br /&gt;23- Perai, xeu mudar de canal hauhauhauhauhauhauhauh&lt;br /&gt;24- Quem esta cheirando a peixe?&lt;br /&gt;25- Seu melhor amigo fez melhor comigo&lt;br /&gt;26- Que porra de barulho é esse?&lt;br /&gt;27- Para de gemer!&lt;br /&gt;28- Cala boca vadia (é excitante pra mim)*&lt;br /&gt;29- Ta, tah... te amo tbm agora cala a boca e chupa&lt;br /&gt;30- *Começar a cantar uma musica!&lt;br /&gt;31- Preciso fazer uma ligação, continue!&lt;br /&gt;32- Nossa... Pensava que era maior!&lt;br /&gt;33- Por que vc num depila as pernas?&lt;br /&gt;34- Quanto por cento eu dominei vc?&lt;br /&gt;35- Vc num pode ficar em cima, vai me esmagar, vc é gorda!&lt;br /&gt;36- (lésbicas) Sua maldita, seus peitos são maiores que os meus!&lt;br /&gt;37- Estou ficando sóbrio e vendo que vc está ficando feia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8503522796096624767-4301802771052002171?l=conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com/feeds/4301802771052002171/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8503522796096624767&amp;postID=4301802771052002171' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8503522796096624767/posts/default/4301802771052002171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8503522796096624767/posts/default/4301802771052002171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com/2008/04/21-sabia-que-vc-tava-c-um-suti-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucky_Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311953712349333223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/Sf-PmALXr2I/AAAAAAAAAW0/yVVlr16CrtA/S220/FAB+bras%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8503522796096624767.post-6887821341321503099</id><published>2008-04-03T19:37:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T12:43:36.600-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Coisas que não devemos falar quando estamos fazendo sexo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.depapocomamirna.blogger.com.br/sexo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.depapocomamirna.blogger.com.br/sexo2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;1- Já está dentro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;2- (telefone toca) - Estou fazendo nada e vc?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;3- vc esta´cobrando por isso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;4- Vou ter que telefonar amnhã?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;5- Vc é mais bonita no escuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;6- Vc é melhor que meu ex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;7- Pensei que estava no outro buraco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;8- Não conta pro meu marido/esposa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;9- Vc usa o mesmo tamanho de sutiã da minha mãe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;10- Pode terminar agora? Tenho um compromisso! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;11- Maldição! Isso é tudo que vc sabe fazer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;12- Te falei que tenho herpes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;13- Vamos logo o jogo começa daqui 40 minutos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;14- Vamos logo pq vou ter que ir a pé pra casa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;15- Seus peitos são reais?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;16- Esse cheiro está saindo de vc?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;17- Já tentou fazer isso alguma vez?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;18- Vc é tão boa quanto a sua irmã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;19- Qual é mesmo seu nome? Esqueci!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;20- Acho que a camisinha furou a uns 10 minutos atrás. &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/8503522796096624767-6887821341321503099?l=conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com/feeds/6887821341321503099/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8503522796096624767&amp;postID=6887821341321503099' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8503522796096624767/posts/default/6887821341321503099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8503522796096624767/posts/default/6887821341321503099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com/2008/04/coisas-que-no-devemos-falar-quando.html' title='Coisas que não devemos falar quando estamos fazendo sexo'/><author><name>Lucky_Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311953712349333223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/Sf-PmALXr2I/AAAAAAAAAW0/yVVlr16CrtA/S220/FAB+bras%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8503522796096624767.post-3504380889814004085</id><published>2008-03-28T10:17:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T12:43:55.111-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Respostas de uma sexóloga radical e estressada</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;01 - Tenho 20 anos e não transei ainda porque gostaria que a 1ª vez fosse com um namorado fixo. O que você acha?&lt;br /&gt;R: Minha 1ª vez também foi com um namorado fixo. Eu o amarrei na cama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02 - O que fazer para surpreender um namorado tímido na primeira noite?&lt;br /&gt;R: Apareça com um amante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03 - Tenho um amigo que quer fazer sexo comigo, mas ele tem um pênis de24cm. Acho que vai ser doloroso, o que faço?&lt;br /&gt;R: Manda pra cá que eu testo pra você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04 - Como faço para seduzir o rapaz que eu amo?&lt;br /&gt;R: Tire a roupa! Se ele não te agarrar, cai fora que é gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05 - Terminei com meu "ex" porque ele é muito galinha e agora estou comoutro. Mas ainda gosto do "ex" e às vezes ainda fico com ele! O que devofazer?&lt;br /&gt;R: Quem é mesmo galinha nesta história?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06 - Quero saber como enlouquecer meu namorado só nas preliminares.&lt;br /&gt;R: Diga no ouvidinho dele: "minha menstruação está atrasada..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07 - Como usar a criatividade em uma transa no banheiro?&lt;br /&gt;R: Já usou desentupidor de pia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08 - Saí com um gatinho e foi ótimo. Só que agora fico com o maior medo deligar para ele. Será que devo?&lt;br /&gt;R: Depende. O gatinho sabe cagar na caixa de areia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8503522796096624767-3504380889814004085?l=conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com/feeds/3504380889814004085/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8503522796096624767&amp;postID=3504380889814004085' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8503522796096624767/posts/default/3504380889814004085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8503522796096624767/posts/default/3504380889814004085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com/2008/03/respostas-de-uma-sexloga-radical-e.html' title='Respostas de uma sexóloga radical e estressada'/><author><name>Lucky_Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311953712349333223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/Sf-PmALXr2I/AAAAAAAAAW0/yVVlr16CrtA/S220/FAB+bras%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8503522796096624767.post-5190749122554582583</id><published>2008-03-24T18:23:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T12:44:15.958-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Amantes da Praia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://p3nsam3ntos.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/amantes_20oscuro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://p3nsam3ntos.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/amantes_20oscuro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;A diante na costa oeste, o sol era intenso e o mar brilhava mostrando a solenidade de uma tarde de verão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Lá longe tudo parecia pacífico, mas as lembranças começaram a vir na forma da voz de sua mãe, ecoando em sua mente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Não vê que poderia ser o que quiser? Não vê que poderia fazer o que quisesse? Mas você não quer, nunca será boa o bastante!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Conhecia o mar como a palma de suas mãos, conhecia os limites a serem respeitados...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Ir longe, longe... Tudo que precisava fazer era nadar o mais longe possível,até atingir a total exaustão, ir até onde o mar decidiria pra onde a levaria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Sua mãe fora uma professora rigída e ela havia sido uma aluna rebelde. Mesmo agora não conseguia mudar seus pensamentos sobre a mãe ao contrário... a morte da mãe só fez queimar ainda mais as chamas do desespero. Nunca resolveram as diferenças entre si, sempre ficava algo a ser terminado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Ainda sentia tão agudamente os resíduos de rancor, de tristeza quando pensava nos pais... a falta de compreensão de sua mãe e a partida precoce do pai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Afastando os maus pensamentos da mente entrou no mar, mais e mais ia se distanciando da praia, logo a frente viu um barco que oscilava sobre as ondas... seus músculos começaram a ter cãibras que lhe diziam que era hora de voltar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;De repente ouve uma voz masculina...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hey você, está com problemas?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Finalmente desistindo do que havia feito, recuou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Me ajude."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Ela leu o que estava escrito na amurada do barco: &lt;em&gt;Albatroz.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Sarasota, Flórida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Então viu aquele homem pulando do barco para salva-la, depois do que pareceu ser uma eternidade ele a alcançou. Ele a agarrou e a levou até o barco. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Olhou de perto o rosto de seu salvador... Barba por fazer, cabelos escuros e necessitados de um corte, pele muito bronzeada, ombros largos e que provavelmente morava num barco velho... um vagabundo de praia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Imóvel nos braços dele, sentindo um imenso alívio no peito ouviu a voz dele mais uma vez dizendo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Está tudo bem? Qual seu nome?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Colocou o dedo na boca dele de forma que o impedia de dizer mais alguma coisa, então respondeu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Sem nomes."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8503522796096624767-5190749122554582583?l=conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com/feeds/5190749122554582583/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8503522796096624767&amp;postID=5190749122554582583' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8503522796096624767/posts/default/5190749122554582583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8503522796096624767/posts/default/5190749122554582583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com/2008/03/diante-na-costa-oeste-o-sol-era-intenso.html' title='Amantes da Praia'/><author><name>Lucky_Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311953712349333223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/Sf-PmALXr2I/AAAAAAAAAW0/yVVlr16CrtA/S220/FAB+bras%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8503522796096624767.post-5494532669561998922</id><published>2008-03-20T23:55:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T12:45:00.260-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://jumentox.blogspot.com/2008/03/pequena-lista-de-coisas-que-no-existem.html"&gt;Pequena Lista de Coi"...'A noite, voltei a tomar alguns comprimidos. Um individuo normal morreria. Para mim, isto me permitia ao menos dormir algumas horas. Um sonho me despertou: sou um cão que sempre foi bem tratado pelos homens ate o dia em que o prenderam em um canil e o torturaram ate a morte." sas que não existem&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Lista criada por alguém, e copiada por mim na melhor das intenções.&lt;br /&gt;Ex-corno&lt;br /&gt;Ex-gay&lt;br /&gt;Ex-Aidético&lt;br /&gt;Filho de prostituta chamado Júnior&lt;br /&gt;Roberto Carlos de bermuda&lt;br /&gt;Genro com retrato de sogra na carteira&lt;br /&gt;Enterro de anão&lt;br /&gt;Santo de óculos&lt;br /&gt;Baiana de acarajé ser assaltada&lt;br /&gt;Lombardi&lt;br /&gt;Cabeça de bacalhau&lt;br /&gt;Chester vivo&lt;br /&gt;Filhote de Pomba&lt;br /&gt;Entrevistado do Ibope&lt;br /&gt;Papel higiênico em banheiro público&lt;br /&gt;Salário durar trinta dias&lt;br /&gt;Pai de Pai de Santo&lt;br /&gt;Previsão do Jucelino Nóbrega da Luz dar certo&lt;br /&gt;Uma japonesa vesga&lt;br /&gt;Escola de samba na Bahia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8503522796096624767-5494532669561998922?l=conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com/feeds/5494532669561998922/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8503522796096624767&amp;postID=5494532669561998922' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8503522796096624767/posts/default/5494532669561998922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8503522796096624767/posts/default/5494532669561998922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com/2008/03/pequena-lista-de-coi.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucky_Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311953712349333223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/Sf-PmALXr2I/AAAAAAAAAW0/yVVlr16CrtA/S220/FAB+bras%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8503522796096624767.post-5560989260518260406</id><published>2008-03-20T13:48:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T12:45:25.022-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pérolas do Vestibular</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.cespe.unb.br/vestibular/anterior/guia/imagem/lapis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.cespe.unb.br/vestibular/anterior/guia/imagem/lapis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Eis aqui algumas pérolas do Vestibular:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;* Lavoisier foi guilhotinado por ter inventado o oxigênio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;* O nervo ótico transmite idéias luminosas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;* O vento é uma imensa quantidade de ar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;* O terremoto é um pequeno movimento de terras não cultivadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;* Os egípcios antigos desenvolveram a arte funerária para que os mortos pudessem viver melhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;.* Péricles foi o principal ditador da democracia grega.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;* O problema fundamental do terceiro mundo é a superabundância de necessidades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;* O petróleo apareceu há muitos séculos, numa época em que os peixes se afogavam dentro d’água.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;* A principal função da raiz é se enterrar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;* A igreja vem perdendo muita clientela.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;O Sol nos dá luz, calor e turistas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;* As aves têm na boca um dente chamado bico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;* A unidade de força é o Newton, que significa a força que se tem que realizar em um metro da unidade de tempo, no sentido contrário.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;* Lenda é toda narração em prosa de um tema confuso.&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/8503522796096624767-5560989260518260406?l=conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com/feeds/5560989260518260406/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8503522796096624767&amp;postID=5560989260518260406' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8503522796096624767/posts/default/5560989260518260406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8503522796096624767/posts/default/5560989260518260406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com/2008/03/prolas-do-vestibular-parte-i.html' title='Pérolas do Vestibular'/><author><name>Lucky_Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311953712349333223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/Sf-PmALXr2I/AAAAAAAAAW0/yVVlr16CrtA/S220/FAB+bras%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8503522796096624767.post-7286869164513978010</id><published>2008-03-14T15:37:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:16:06.412-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Outras Verdades sobre homens e mulheres</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/R9rGYznTkfI/AAAAAAAAALk/lTrefZUN44E/s1600-h/akt_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177668851090035186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/R9rGYznTkfI/AAAAAAAAALk/lTrefZUN44E/s400/akt_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;CORAÇÃO DE MULHER É IGUAL CIRCO:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Sempre tem lugar para mais um palhaço..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;POR QUE OS HOMENS QUEREM CASAR COM VIRGENS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Porque eles não suportam críticas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;QUAL A DIFERENÇA ENTRE HOMENS E PORCOS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Porcos não viram homens quando bebem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;QUAL O NOME DA DOENÇA QUE PARALISA AS MULHERES DA CINTURA PRA BAIXO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Casamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;O QUE ACONTECEU COM A MULHER QUE CONSEGUIU ENTENDER OS HOMENS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Ela morreu de tanto rir e não teve tempo de contar a ninguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;POR QUE DEUS CRIOU PRIMEIRO O HOMEM, E DEPOIS A MULHER?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Porque as experiências são feitas primeiro com animais e depois com humanos!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;QUANDO É QUE UM HOMEM PERDE 90% DE SUA INTELIGÊNCIA?Quando fica viúvo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;QUANDO É QUE UM HOMEM PERDE OS OUTROS 10% DE SUA INTELIGÊNCIA?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Quando MORRE O CACHORRO! (hahaha!!! essa foi ótima!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;POR QUE UM HOMEM NÃO PODE TER UM BOM CARÁTER E SER INTELIGENTE AO MESMO TEMPO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Porque assim seria mulher...&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/8503522796096624767-7286869164513978010?l=conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com/feeds/7286869164513978010/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8503522796096624767&amp;postID=7286869164513978010' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8503522796096624767/posts/default/7286869164513978010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8503522796096624767/posts/default/7286869164513978010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com/2008/03/outras-verdades-sobre-homens-e-mulheres.html' title='Outras Verdades sobre homens e mulheres'/><author><name>Lucky_Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311953712349333223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/Sf-PmALXr2I/AAAAAAAAAW0/yVVlr16CrtA/S220/FAB+bras%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/R9rGYznTkfI/AAAAAAAAALk/lTrefZUN44E/s72-c/akt_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8503522796096624767.post-2626826467253525156</id><published>2008-03-14T15:15:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:16:06.537-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ta ai as respostas das perguntas da mulherada..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/R9rC4TnTkeI/AAAAAAAAALc/OHO04KqRe04/s1600-h/blind_love_by_TristanGreer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177664994209403362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/R9rC4TnTkeI/AAAAAAAAALc/OHO04KqRe04/s400/blind_love_by_TristanGreer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O que toda mulher quer saber mas tem vergonha de perguntar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;M: Por que vocês mijam fora do vaso? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;H: Se você olhasse bem, veria que o orificio peniano não é redondo, o jato nem sempre vai para onde pau está apontado. Além disso, as vezes esse buraquinho fica meio grudado, gerando uma dispersão de jatos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;M: Por que vocês sempre deixam um pentelho na borda do vaso? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;H: Marcar território... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;M: Por que vocês nunca esfregam o clitóris da gente no lugar certo? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;H: Só de sacanagem... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;M: Por que você não sabem onde fica o ponto G? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;H: Ponto o quê...??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;M: Por que vocês adoram transar por trás? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;H: Para poder continuar assistindo TV e bocejar sem que vcs vejam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;M: Por que vocês pegam vídeo de sacanagem sem história? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;H: Pela sacanagem, ora !!! É como ver os gols do fantástico sem precisar assistir ao jogo todo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;M: Por que a fantasia dos homens é transar com a nossa melhor amiga?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;H: Na verdade, é com TODAS as suas amigas... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;M: Porque os homens estão sempre com os músculos da bunda contraídos? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;H: Para não peidar quando a barriga fica batendo nas nádegas da parceira. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;M: Por que vocês empurram a cabeça de gente pra baixo quando querem um boquete? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;H: Porque se pedir vocês não fazem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;M: Por que vocês querem ir pra cama no primeiro encontro? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;H: Objetividade. .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;M: Por que vocês ficam putos se a mulher não dá no primeiro encontro? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;H: Detestamos falta de objetividade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;M: Por que vocês vão embora logo depois de transar com a gente? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;H: Sempre passa alguma coisa legal na tv de madrugada... . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;M: Por que os homens acreditam quando a gente finge que goza? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;H: E só para vocês sentirem ao menos um prazer : o de nos enganar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;M: Por que vocês gostam mais de cerveja gelada que de mulher? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;H: 1. Cerveja está sempre molhadinha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2. Cerveja não reclama quando estamos assistindo ao jogo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3. Cerveja não pede para a gente ver filmes tipo Love Story. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4. Cerveja não tem mãe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5. Cerveja não olha para a gente com aquela cara de desprezo quando broxamos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;M: Por que vocês gostam de ouvir que o pau de vocês é o máximo? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;H: E não é ??? Ainda mais para você, que não tem.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;M: Por que vocês contam pros amigos que nos comeram? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;H: Metade do prazer está em contar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;M: Por que os homens não reparam que estamos de lingerie nova? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;H: Vocês vivem reclamando que a gente só liga para a beleza externa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;M: Por que os homens ficam cheios de dedos quando a gente pede um tapa na hora da transa? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;H: O que a gente gosta mesmo é bater porquê quer, e não por que vocês pedem... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;M: Por que os homens gostam de olhar para outras mulheres na rua? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;H: Você acha que só você é gostosa...?? ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;M: Por que os homens avisam quando vão gozar? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;H: Se você não tomou anticoncepcional o problema será todo seu.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;M: Por que os homens gostam de ver a gente chupando o pau deles? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;H: Vocês ficam tão bonitinhas.. . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;M: Por que os homens gostam de chamar a gente de minha putinha? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;H: Pra lembrar que não temos que pagar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;M: Por que os homens usam aquelas cuecas zorba horríveis? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;H: São mais confortáveis, baratas e vocês gostam assim mesmo. Se a gente usasse cuequinha de seda, vocês desconfiariam. ..Ah, e elas nem sao tao feias assim, vai... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;M: Por que os homens tem ciúmes dos nossos amigos homens? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;H: Porque eles só pensam em comer vocês.... Aliás, todos nós somos assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;M: Por que vocês seguram a base do pau na hora do boquete? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;H: Para ver se vocês lambem mais em cima, que é onde sentimos alguma coisa, e também pra evitar que vocês mordam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;M: Por que os homens gostam de ver nossos biquinhos arrepiados? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;H: Pra ver como o ar condicionado é forte. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;M: Por que os homens adoram coçar o saco? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;H: É que nem arrotar e cuspir no chão, coisa de macho! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;M: Por que vocês acordam de pau duro? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;H: Porque, em geral, sonhamos com outras mulheres.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;M: Por que os homens se masturbam mesmo quando são casados ou namoram? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;H: Este é o segredo dos relacionamentos mais duráveis.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;M: Por que os homens estão sempre ajeitando os pintos nas calças? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;H: Porque cada um tem a posição preferida, e no decorrer do dia ele vai se deslocando, exigindo um imediato reposicionamento. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;M: E por que, meu Deus, vocês sempre desarrumam os malditos tapetinhos do banheiro? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;H: Tapetinho arrumado é coisa de viado.... &lt;/span&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/8503522796096624767-2626826467253525156?l=conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com/feeds/2626826467253525156/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8503522796096624767&amp;postID=2626826467253525156' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8503522796096624767/posts/default/2626826467253525156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8503522796096624767/posts/default/2626826467253525156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com/2008/03/ta-ai-as-respostas-das-perguntas-da.html' title='Ta ai as respostas das perguntas da mulherada..'/><author><name>Lucky_Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311953712349333223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/Sf-PmALXr2I/AAAAAAAAAW0/yVVlr16CrtA/S220/FAB+bras%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/R9rC4TnTkeI/AAAAAAAAALc/OHO04KqRe04/s72-c/blind_love_by_TristanGreer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8503522796096624767.post-5775395589854228453</id><published>2008-03-11T14:05:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:16:06.769-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Reclamações Básicas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/R9bAuTnTkdI/AAAAAAAAALU/aoVTrGGSPgc/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176536723480613330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/R9bAuTnTkdI/AAAAAAAAALU/aoVTrGGSPgc/s400/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Tenho estado chateada comigo mesma porque descobri que sou uma pessoa mais fraca do que suponha ser. Descobri também que é impossível tentar levar a vida sem acreditar que Deus existe, sem acreditar que há uma razão lógica para todas as coisas e acontecimentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Ando muito ansiosa e confusa sobre o que vou fazer com minha vida amorosa (que diga-se de passagem anda mais pra lá do que pra cá) já cansei de só sonhar que estou fazendo amor com aquela pessoa, que estou beijando aquela pessoa, que estou abraçando aquela pessoa. Mas também num sei o que fazer ou mesmo por onde começar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Se pudese descrever esse momento com poucas palavras diria "sem noção". Totalmente sem noção do que pensar em fazer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Porque se dependesse da minha vontade humana e irracional eu já estava jogada nos braços dele deixando ele fazer o que bem entendesse de mim, ms num posso me esquecer que num posso me deixar elvar por todas as vontades e instintos humanos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;*Um desejo: Sexo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;*Uma frase: O amor é forte como a morte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;*Um pensamento: Sexo com aquela pessoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;*Humor: Pensativo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;*Informação Inútil: Nasceram bolhas de pus de ontem pra hoje em todo o meu corpo :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;*Uma música: Wish you were here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8503522796096624767-5775395589854228453?l=conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com/feeds/5775395589854228453/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8503522796096624767&amp;postID=5775395589854228453' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8503522796096624767/posts/default/5775395589854228453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8503522796096624767/posts/default/5775395589854228453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com/2008/03/reclamaes-bsicas.html' title='Reclamações Básicas'/><author><name>Lucky_Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311953712349333223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/Sf-PmALXr2I/AAAAAAAAAW0/yVVlr16CrtA/S220/FAB+bras%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/R9bAuTnTkdI/AAAAAAAAALU/aoVTrGGSPgc/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8503522796096624767.post-3190944408846947580</id><published>2008-02-11T15:05:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:16:07.087-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu Top 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/R7CI62SfWDI/AAAAAAAAALE/odHUd-NrWWM/s1600-h/mamae+quero+ser+gay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165779317180815410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/R7CI62SfWDI/AAAAAAAAALE/odHUd-NrWWM/s400/mamae+quero+ser+gay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1- Speed- by Atari Teenage Riot (pesada e anima qq pista)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2- Papa Don't Preach- by Madonna &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3- Closer- by Nine Inch Nails ( dançante e envolvente, não tem como ficar parado)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4- Hung Up- by Madonna &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5- Sweet Dreams- by Eurothymics (uma das minhas preferidas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6- Tainted Love- by soft Cell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7- Pure Morning- by Placebo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;8- Panic- by The Smiths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;9- Strange Love- by Depeche Mode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10- Blue- by The Birthday Massacre&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/8503522796096624767-3190944408846947580?l=conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com/feeds/3190944408846947580/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8503522796096624767&amp;postID=3190944408846947580' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8503522796096624767/posts/default/3190944408846947580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8503522796096624767/posts/default/3190944408846947580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com/2008/02/meu-top-10.html' title='Meu Top 10'/><author><name>Lucky_Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311953712349333223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/Sf-PmALXr2I/AAAAAAAAAW0/yVVlr16CrtA/S220/FAB+bras%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/R7CI62SfWDI/AAAAAAAAALE/odHUd-NrWWM/s72-c/mamae+quero+ser+gay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8503522796096624767.post-1762614926919158932</id><published>2008-02-07T17:46:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:16:07.223-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Simples Assim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/R6tgeNAnDtI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ZZMwoY5_hQw/s1600-h/estudando.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164327469714968274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/R6tgeNAnDtI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ZZMwoY5_hQw/s400/estudando.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*Quero começar me desculpando com as pessoas que esperam anciosamente por notícias minhas, tenho estado muito ocupada por isso não tenho postado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada de muito interessante tem acontecido comigo ultimamente, tenho passado a maior parte do tempo estudando, e usado o PC pra estudar tambem.&lt;br /&gt;Continuo a mesma doida desligada e esquecida que adora Nine Inch Nails e Madonna, e que gosta de encher o saco dos outros as vezes tambem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Fica a dica:&lt;br /&gt;Last- by Nine Inch Nails&lt;br /&gt;Speed- by Atari Teenage Riot&lt;br /&gt;To die For- by The Birthday Massacre&lt;br /&gt;American Life- by Madonna&lt;br /&gt;(Ouçam e reflitam, ok)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Cansada&lt;br /&gt;Wish: Ser uma pessoa melhor&lt;br /&gt;A Thought: "Tenho que emagrecer"&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/8503522796096624767-1762614926919158932?l=conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com/feeds/1762614926919158932/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8503522796096624767&amp;postID=1762614926919158932' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8503522796096624767/posts/default/1762614926919158932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8503522796096624767/posts/default/1762614926919158932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com/2008/02/simples-assim.html' title='Simples Assim'/><author><name>Lucky_Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311953712349333223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/Sf-PmALXr2I/AAAAAAAAAW0/yVVlr16CrtA/S220/FAB+bras%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/R6tgeNAnDtI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ZZMwoY5_hQw/s72-c/estudando.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8503522796096624767.post-2178671853054211612</id><published>2008-02-01T23:47:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:16:07.314-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando o amor não pode acontecer- Entre o céu e o inferno</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/R6PSBtAnDsI/AAAAAAAAAKI/WTtd43mxwK8/s1600-h/doorway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162200524600577730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/R6PSBtAnDsI/AAAAAAAAAKI/WTtd43mxwK8/s400/doorway.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ele parou de pé na minha frente, me olhou e se jogou nos meus braços.&lt;br /&gt;Eu levantei um momento inseguro, sem saber o que fazer, então me aproximei dele e o envolvi c/ meus braços; dei a ele todo meu calor.&lt;br /&gt;Minhas mãos passearam em seu corpo e pararam entre os cabelos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tem certeza?" me perguntou&lt;br /&gt;"Sim, jamais dariamos certo juntos, tenho outros interesses. Quero ser livre, preciso aprender a lidar comigo mesma primeiro."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não conseguia olha-lo nos olhos, era doloroso demais.&lt;br /&gt;Sempre vou me lembrar da forma como ele me olhou aquela noite, um olhar parado e profundo.&lt;br /&gt;Eu olhava sua camisa verde clara com pequenas listras... a vontade de arranca-la era imensa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"São suas últimas palavras?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho q não foi preciso dizer nada, ele ergueu o rosto e olhou pra mim, sabia qual a reposta.&lt;br /&gt;Eu olhava pra janela e via como se o vento, as arvores, tudo tivesse parado ao redor de nós.&lt;br /&gt;"Queria te-la mas é como a lenda da Lua e do Sol"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensei comigo: "Ou te congelo com minha frieza ou você me sufoca no seu fogo."&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/8503522796096624767-2178671853054211612?l=conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com/feeds/2178671853054211612/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8503522796096624767&amp;postID=2178671853054211612' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8503522796096624767/posts/default/2178671853054211612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8503522796096624767/posts/default/2178671853054211612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com/2008/02/ele-parou-de-p-na-minha-frente-se.html' title='Quando o amor não pode acontecer- Entre o céu e o inferno'/><author><name>Lucky_Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311953712349333223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/Sf-PmALXr2I/AAAAAAAAAW0/yVVlr16CrtA/S220/FAB+bras%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/R6PSBtAnDsI/AAAAAAAAAKI/WTtd43mxwK8/s72-c/doorway.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8503522796096624767.post-4376601136099493664</id><published>2007-12-03T19:07:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:16:07.411-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando eu era criança</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/R1R2kmnEtqI/AAAAAAAAAKA/QB-FpT1Swi4/s1600-R/MysecretGarden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139863445948380834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/R1R2kmnEtqI/AAAAAAAAAKA/BrwrdV7XWE0/s400/MysecretGarden.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Depois de semanas pensando e fazendo muitas coisas... tendo uma vida de adulto cheguei a conclusão de que eu queria ter minha infância de novo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ter aquele pensamento inocente... quando eu pensava que os cantores viviam dentro do rádio e os artistas dentro da &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;, que os palhaços nasciam palhaços...que existiam fadas e duendes... Não tem coisa mais interessante do que ler um poema, um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;diario&lt;/span&gt;, um pedaço de papel que escrevemos quando &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;eramos crianças&lt;/span&gt;, é interessante relembrar, nos redescobrir, nos reencontrar no mundo de sonhos no qual &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;eramos&lt;/span&gt; perdidos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Olho minha vida hoje e vejo alguns dos meus amigos se mudando pra outros estados, indo estudar fora, trabalhando... alguns que não verei nunca mais e outros que talvez eu veja um dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Como eu queria voltar a minha infância e voltar no tempo em que minha única obrigação era tentar dar estrelinha, não cair no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;patinete&lt;/span&gt;, no patins, tentar fazer uma letra igual a da professora, um desenho igual ao que meu colega fazia, correr nos corredores da escola sem ser vista... milhões de obrigações infantis que um dia acabam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Na infância achamos que a adolescência está longe, na adolescência pensamos que a fase adulta nunca chega  e quando ficamos adultos percebemos que somos mais perdidos do que quando &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;eramos&lt;/span&gt; crianças...&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/8503522796096624767-4376601136099493664?l=conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com/feeds/4376601136099493664/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8503522796096624767&amp;postID=4376601136099493664' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8503522796096624767/posts/default/4376601136099493664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8503522796096624767/posts/default/4376601136099493664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com/2007/12/quando-eu-era-criana.html' title='Quando eu era criança'/><author><name>Lucky_Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311953712349333223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/Sf-PmALXr2I/AAAAAAAAAW0/yVVlr16CrtA/S220/FAB+bras%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/R1R2kmnEtqI/AAAAAAAAAKA/BrwrdV7XWE0/s72-c/MysecretGarden.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8503522796096624767.post-6229609589102521991</id><published>2007-09-08T07:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:16:07.522-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Stars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/RuKHrsRXcKI/AAAAAAAAAJo/hKZQT6strrI/s1600-h/TBMassacre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107794112079687842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/RuKHrsRXcKI/AAAAAAAAAJo/hKZQT6strrI/s400/TBMassacre.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Best of cruel intentions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Finding what they fail to mention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No truth, all pretension&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Raise your hand to get attention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You give it, we take it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You build it, we break it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You suddenly erase it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You feel it, we fake it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's my red star, stealing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's my red star, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I can't let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's my red star, concealing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's my red star, oh no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wasted education&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Celebrating imitation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Misplaced admiration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Speaking for a generation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You give it, we take it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You build it, we break it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You suddenly erase it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You feel it, we fake it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's my red star, stealing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's my red star,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I can't let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's my red star, concealing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's my red star, oh no &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/8503522796096624767-6229609589102521991?l=conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com/feeds/6229609589102521991/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8503522796096624767&amp;postID=6229609589102521991' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8503522796096624767/posts/default/6229609589102521991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8503522796096624767/posts/default/6229609589102521991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com/2007/09/red-stars.html' title='Red Stars'/><author><name>Lucky_Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311953712349333223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/Sf-PmALXr2I/AAAAAAAAAW0/yVVlr16CrtA/S220/FAB+bras%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/RuKHrsRXcKI/AAAAAAAAAJo/hKZQT6strrI/s72-c/TBMassacre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8503522796096624767.post-6094444792016494148</id><published>2007-09-04T15:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:16:09.135-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ilusões de óptica</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/Rt2s88RXcJI/AAAAAAAAAI8/_YmD_24b1eQ/s1600-h/caminha+de+livros.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106427715479105682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/Rt2s88RXcJI/AAAAAAAAAI8/_YmD_24b1eQ/s400/caminha+de+livros.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/Rt2q9sRXcII/AAAAAAAAAI0/89BtA4_JWPc/s1600-h/door.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106425529340752002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/Rt2q9sRXcII/AAAAAAAAAI0/89BtA4_JWPc/s400/door.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/Rt2py8RXcHI/AAAAAAAAAIs/0_pX8vFd3e8/s1600-h/figurainversas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106424245145530482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/Rt2py8RXcHI/AAAAAAAAAIs/0_pX8vFd3e8/s400/figurainversas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/Rt2plcRXcGI/AAAAAAAAAIk/oUjQp7tRF24/s1600-h/caminhao+queimado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106424013217296482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/Rt2plcRXcGI/AAAAAAAAAIk/oUjQp7tRF24/s400/caminhao+queimado.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/Rt2pTsRXcFI/AAAAAAAAAIc/UFJUQ1V0Blk/s1600-h/garrafinha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106423708274618450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/Rt2pTsRXcFI/AAAAAAAAAIc/UFJUQ1V0Blk/s400/garrafinha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/Rt2oIcRXcEI/AAAAAAAAAIU/epsezg-bpqc/s1600-h/waterfall[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106422415489462338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/Rt2oIcRXcEI/AAAAAAAAAIU/epsezg-bpqc/s400/waterfall%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/Rt2ndsRXcDI/AAAAAAAAAIM/yLSgnat1nO8/s1600-h/borceta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106421681050054706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/Rt2ndsRXcDI/AAAAAAAAAIM/yLSgnat1nO8/s400/borceta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8503522796096624767-6094444792016494148?l=conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com/feeds/6094444792016494148/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8503522796096624767&amp;postID=6094444792016494148' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8503522796096624767/posts/default/6094444792016494148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8503522796096624767/posts/default/6094444792016494148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com/2007/09/iluses-de-ptica_04.html' title='Ilusões de óptica'/><author><name>Lucky_Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311953712349333223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/Sf-PmALXr2I/AAAAAAAAAW0/yVVlr16CrtA/S220/FAB+bras%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/Rt2s88RXcJI/AAAAAAAAAI8/_YmD_24b1eQ/s72-c/caminha+de+livros.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8503522796096624767.post-2841741172544186790</id><published>2007-08-31T13:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:16:10.506-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Conceptual Pix</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/RthK8cRXb1I/AAAAAAAAAGY/lgIXyWKMHRc/s1600-h/caÃ§a+fantasma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104912579866095442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/RthK8cRXb1I/AAAAAAAAAGY/lgIXyWKMHRc/s400/ca%C3%A7a+fantasma.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/RthJKMRXb0I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/_PdUX0vipbA/s1600-h/mamiferos+da+natureza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104910617066041154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/RthJKMRXb0I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/_PdUX0vipbA/s400/mamiferos+da+natureza.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/RthJCMRXbzI/AAAAAAAAAGI/DCVSTcR9pNU/s1600-h/Mamfero.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104910479627087666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/RthJCMRXbzI/AAAAAAAAAGI/DCVSTcR9pNU/s400/Mamfero.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/RthI3MRXbyI/AAAAAAAAAGA/2BIAqXj7WcI/s1600-h/hug+me!!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104910290648526626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/RthI3MRXbyI/AAAAAAAAAGA/2BIAqXj7WcI/s400/hug+me!!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/RthIi8RXbxI/AAAAAAAAAF4/rQ_uPNcirNs/s1600-h/fortÃ£o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104909942756175634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/RthIi8RXbxI/AAAAAAAAAF4/rQ_uPNcirNs/s400/fort%C3%A3o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/RthH6sRXbwI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Ivgpj-NausA/s1600-h/batman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104909251266440962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/RthH6sRXbwI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Ivgpj-NausA/s400/batman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8503522796096624767-2841741172544186790?l=conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com/feeds/2841741172544186790/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8503522796096624767&amp;postID=2841741172544186790' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8503522796096624767/posts/default/2841741172544186790'/><link rel='self' 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type='text'>Elizabeth Báthory</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/RtcCz8RXbnI/AAAAAAAAAEo/nuKLhTeRp7k/s1600-h/eliza%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104551794023296626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/RtcCz8RXbnI/AAAAAAAAAEo/nuKLhTeRp7k/s400/eliza%25203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Countess Erzsébet Báthory (Báthory Erzsébet in Hungarian, Alžbeta Bátoriová(-Nádasdy) in Slovak, Elżbieta Batory in Polish, 7 August (?), 1560 – 21 August, 1614), was a Hungarian countess from the renowned Báthory family.&lt;br /&gt;She is considered the most infamous serial killer in Hungarian and Slovak history and is remembered as the Bloody Lady of Čachtice (Csejte), after the castle near Trenčín (Trencsén), in Royal Hungary, in present-day Slovakia, where she spent most of her life.&lt;br /&gt;After her husband's death, she and her four alleged collaborators were accused of torturing and killing dozens of girls and young women. In 1610, she was imprisoned in Čachtice Castle, where she remained until her death three years later. Her nobility allowed her to avoid trial and execution. Three of her four alleged collaborators were put to death.&lt;br /&gt;The Báthory case has inspired many stories, featuring the countess bathing in the blood of her victims in order to retain her youth. This inspired nicknames like the Blood Countess and Countess Dracula.&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/8503522796096624767-8215760415100438626?l=conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com/feeds/8215760415100438626/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8503522796096624767&amp;postID=8215760415100438626' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8503522796096624767/posts/default/8215760415100438626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8503522796096624767/posts/default/8215760415100438626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com/2007/08/elizabeth-bthory.html' title='Elizabeth Báthory'/><author><name>Lucky_Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311953712349333223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/Sf-PmALXr2I/AAAAAAAAAW0/yVVlr16CrtA/S220/FAB+bras%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/RtcCz8RXbnI/AAAAAAAAAEo/nuKLhTeRp7k/s72-c/eliza%25203.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8503522796096624767.post-1209330510582708872</id><published>2007-08-26T07:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:16:10.895-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A Filosofia do Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/RtFeocRXbkI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/SkC8k534xH4/s1600-h/pelado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102963901664292418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/RtFeocRXbkI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/SkC8k534xH4/s400/pelado.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Ao longo dos séculos, vários filósofos manifestaram suas idéias a respeito do amor, quer ressaltando seu valor positivo e exclusivamente humano, quer lendo nele a expressão inefável da transcendência, ou ainda tratando-o como meta inalcançável.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;O primeiro pensador a elaborar uma reflexão ampla e profunda sobre o assunto foi Platão (428/427-347 a.C.). Na concepção do filósofo ateniense, este sentimento impulsiona o ser humano a elevar-se ao mundo ideal, onde residem a verdade, o bem e a beleza. Amor platônico significa disposição para buscar o que é eterno, perfeito e imutável, cuidando para que as paixões não o transformem num afeto físico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;No centro de sua filosofia, Jean-Jacques Rousseau (1712-1778), por sua vez, realça o que considera imperativo para a humanidade: voltar ao "estado de natureza", pois o progresso tornou os homens egoístas, violentos e desordenados. O amor deve encontrar de novo sua dimensão mais autêntica, aquela que a própria natureza lhe atribuiu e os seres humanos distorceram. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Marcado pelo pessimismo, o pensador Arthur Schopenhauer (1788-1860) classifica o amor como um sentimento falso e enganoso. Segundo ele, por mais etéreo que possa parecer, o sentimento amoroso está sempre enraizado no instinto sexual e seu objetivo final é o ardente desejo de reproduzir, o que pode levar à redenção, ou seja, à entrega total do anseio pela vida. Em nome do amor, o ser humano está disposto a cometer qualquer perversidade e aceitar qualquer sofrimento. O que muitos julgam como "pessimismo" eu apenas julgo como "realismo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Na visão do filósofo parisiense, Jean-Paul Sartre (1905-1980). A união amorosa é um conflito incurável, já que assimilar a própria individualidade e a do outro em uma mesma transcendência implica o desaparecimento do caráter de um dos dois.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Nada disso importa; nada de amor ou sentimentos das outras pessoas, o que realmente importa é o sexo!&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/8503522796096624767-1209330510582708872?l=conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com/feeds/1209330510582708872/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8503522796096624767&amp;postID=1209330510582708872' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8503522796096624767/posts/default/1209330510582708872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8503522796096624767/posts/default/1209330510582708872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com/2007/08/filosofia-do-amor.html' title='A Filosofia do Amor'/><author><name>Lucky_Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311953712349333223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/Sf-PmALXr2I/AAAAAAAAAW0/yVVlr16CrtA/S220/FAB+bras%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/RtFeocRXbkI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/SkC8k534xH4/s72-c/pelado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8503522796096624767.post-6935547263299275474</id><published>2007-08-25T11:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T07:45:57.462-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Eu"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Estive adiando falar sobre mim por muito tempo, mas a hora chegou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou alguém um tanto quanto medroso pra enfrentar problemas, eu costumo fugir deles; quando algo não me agrada ou não consigo resolver acabo deixando pra lá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como todo sagitáriano também não sou muito ligado as coisas do coração, não dou muita importância pra isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nós sagitarianos de tão fascinados que somos por assuntos etéreos e místicos, nos tornamos muito desorganizados. Vivemos adiando os compromissos, pois não conseguimos bem se ater um responsabilidades. Há quem nos considere muito irresponsáveis. Todos os aspectos mais triviais da vida parecem, para nossa visão, pouco interessantes. Se pudessemos, ficariam a todo instante descansando. Nossa franqueza também é irritante, especialmente quando ficamos com a tarefa de ensinar o que sabemos ao mundo, mesmo pra aqueles que não querem aprender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I gonna destroy my ego&lt;br /&gt;(...) For every sin, I'll have to pay&lt;br /&gt;A time to work, a time play&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll find another way&lt;br /&gt;It's not my time to go&lt;br /&gt;(...) I'm gonna delay my pleasure..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esses trechos de "Die Another Day" descrevem bem o sagitariano.&lt;br /&gt;Em relações amorosas gostam de independência. Sua natureza inconsequente pode levá-los a serem infiéis. Em geral, não sentirão qualquer remorso quanto a isso, já que costumam separar bem o amor de suas aventuras passageiras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sagitário é representado por um centauro. Os centauros são animais meio homem, meio cavalo. O lado homem ergue-se sobre as patas de um animal e aspira sobremaneira espiritualizar-se, negando a parte inferior de seu corpo. A parte animal reage, tornando-o estúpido e grosseiro quando se perde o controle. Esta parte animal também dá aos sagitarianos a tendência a embriagar-se e se entregar-se ao seus instintos mais baixos, vez por outra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Recebi por e-mail alguns passos de como irritar um sagitariano:*Dê a eles bastante responsabilidades. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*Coloque realismo na sua filosofia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*Nunca ria das piadas deles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*Não tope nenhuma aventura ou quebra de rotina e esteja sempre de mau-humor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*Quando pintar uma ótima aventura,diga, com ar entediado: -"Não estou afim..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*Não aceite nenhum tipo de disputa ou jogo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*Repita sempre - "Isso são horas?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*Faça todo o possível para impedir aquela viagem de férias dele(a). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*Faça insinuações sobre a pouca cultura dos pais dele(a) ou de outros familiares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt; Fiquei ferrada só de ler!! Tem coisa pior prum sagitariano do que não ter liberdade??!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8503522796096624767-6935547263299275474?l=conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com/feeds/6935547263299275474/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8503522796096624767&amp;postID=6935547263299275474' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8503522796096624767/posts/default/6935547263299275474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8503522796096624767/posts/default/6935547263299275474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com/2007/08/eu.html' title='&quot;Eu&quot;'/><author><name>Lucky_Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311953712349333223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/Sf-PmALXr2I/AAAAAAAAAW0/yVVlr16CrtA/S220/FAB+bras%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8503522796096624767.post-43047678825647457</id><published>2007-08-24T13:26:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:16:11.187-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Year Zero</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/Rs8K58RXbfI/AAAAAAAAADo/EcHtmR6U_yo/s1600-h/yearzero_cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102308893381848562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/Rs8K58RXbfI/AAAAAAAAADo/EcHtmR6U_yo/s400/yearzero_cover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Year Zero (also known as Halo 24) is the sixth Nine Inch Nails studio album, released on April 16, 20077 in Europee, April 17 in the United States, and April 25, 2007 in Japan. Nine Inch Nails frontman Trent Reznor produced it in collaboration with engineer Atticus Ross; longtime collaborator Alan Moulder mixed the album (both worked in a similar capacity on NIN's previous major studio album, With Teeth) and Brian Gardner mastered it. In a 2005 interview with Kerrang!, Reznor expressed his intentions to write material for a new release during the With Teeth tour, and it was confirmed that he was working on it by September 2006. Year Zero began its mixing stage in January of 2007, and Reznor stated on his blog hosted at the Nine Inch Nails official fan club that the album was finished as of February 5, 2007.&lt;br /&gt;and Reznor stated on his blog hosted at the Nine Inch Nails official fan club that the album was finished as of February 5, 2007.&lt;br /&gt;Year Zero is a concept album that paints a dystopian picture about what life might be like, and the state of events about 15 years in the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Enquanto muitos se matam de dizer que esse é o pior trabalho do NIN eu particularmente digo que é um dos meus preferidos. Todas as músicas tem seus critérios, vale a pena ouvir.&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/8503522796096624767-43047678825647457?l=conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com/feeds/43047678825647457/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8503522796096624767&amp;postID=43047678825647457' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8503522796096624767/posts/default/43047678825647457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8503522796096624767/posts/default/43047678825647457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com/2007/08/year-zero-year-zero-also-known-as-halo.html' title='Year Zero'/><author><name>Lucky_Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311953712349333223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/Sf-PmALXr2I/AAAAAAAAAW0/yVVlr16CrtA/S220/FAB+bras%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/Rs8K58RXbfI/AAAAAAAAADo/EcHtmR6U_yo/s72-c/yearzero_cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8503522796096624767.post-2301991556632206523</id><published>2007-08-23T20:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:16:11.335-02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Birthday Massacre (sobre o álbum Violet)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/Rs4VxMRXbeI/AAAAAAAAADg/Rbiy79-1iu4/s1600-h/violet[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102039362709188066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/Rs4VxMRXbeI/AAAAAAAAADg/Rbiy79-1iu4/s400/violet%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;De cara a banda mostra esforço e talento com a climática “Lovers End”: trechos eletrônicos mesclados a riffs em baixa afinação com vocais sussurados e melódicos (nada de lirismo aqui). “Happy Birthday” segue o mesmo padrão, com pitadas de Sisters Of Mercy aqui e acolá. Já “Horrorshow” com uma levada dançante que não justifica o rótulo gótico, o que é compensado pela beleza da faixa título, com seus climas alegres (é gótico mesmo?tem certeza?) e um bom trabalho de teclados.&lt;br /&gt;Estamos diante de uma banda de um projeto mais ligado ao eletrônico que alegra quem gosta de dançar. “Play Dead” tem guitarras bem escondidas, com predominância de teclados, e os vocais suaves de Chibi, que se mostra sombria porém doce. “Vídeo Kid” poderia ser tocada facilmente em uma discoteca, “Holiday” é uma das poucas faixas que realmente traz um clima gótico . Para encerrar, nada como uma faixa dançante como “Nevermind”... e a certeza de que os fãs da música gótica irão encontrar muito pouco de gótico nesta banda.&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/8503522796096624767-2301991556632206523?l=conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com/feeds/2301991556632206523/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8503522796096624767&amp;postID=2301991556632206523' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8503522796096624767/posts/default/2301991556632206523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8503522796096624767/posts/default/2301991556632206523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptualmotherfuck.blogspot.com/2007/08/birthday-massacre-sobre-o-lbum-violet.html' title='The Birthday Massacre (sobre o álbum Violet)'/><author><name>Lucky_Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311953712349333223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/Sf-PmALXr2I/AAAAAAAAAW0/yVVlr16CrtA/S220/FAB+bras%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lseXS3JSemE/Rs4VxMRXbeI/AAAAAAAAADg/Rbiy79-1iu4/s72-c/violet%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
