<?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-2214061345220131423</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:32:39.307-08:00</updated><category term='Life of a Sex addict'/><title type='text'>RareSense</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214061345220131423/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>RareSense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14747318854039134425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/S6rpqCSnE5I/AAAAAAAAACg/XSI8GsWMTsE/S220/IMG_5100yt.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214061345220131423.post-7031608530150384830</id><published>2011-09-04T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T10:00:10.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Embrace the Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oGF2dtmAwkA/TmOubWxVDMI/AAAAAAAAAIM/mKzmtmdGb7E/s1600/320845_10100426809591984_3326531_56236115_3575440_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oGF2dtmAwkA/TmOubWxVDMI/AAAAAAAAAIM/mKzmtmdGb7E/s400/320845_10100426809591984_3326531_56236115_3575440_n.jpg" width="400" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214061345220131423-7031608530150384830?l=corbinpickett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/feeds/7031608530150384830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/2011/09/embrace-moment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214061345220131423/posts/default/7031608530150384830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214061345220131423/posts/default/7031608530150384830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/2011/09/embrace-moment.html' title='Embrace the Moment'/><author><name>RareSense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14747318854039134425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/S6rpqCSnE5I/AAAAAAAAACg/XSI8GsWMTsE/S220/IMG_5100yt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oGF2dtmAwkA/TmOubWxVDMI/AAAAAAAAAIM/mKzmtmdGb7E/s72-c/320845_10100426809591984_3326531_56236115_3575440_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214061345220131423.post-4851186335134547050</id><published>2011-08-22T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T21:01:23.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If Love were HomeLess...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jq0nhInshak/TlMlwflZbaI/AAAAAAAAAII/mFlcHk1XiaM/s1600/love2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jq0nhInshak/TlMlwflZbaI/AAAAAAAAAII/mFlcHk1XiaM/s200/love2.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;If Love were homeless,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I would roam less. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;No longer approaching her open handed, I could breathe a little more freely, feeling a lot less needy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;See me and Love have always been on opposite ends of the spectrum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;When she had the answers, I would be searching for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;While she lay calm, I found myself becoming a nomad of mayhem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I traveled light, slept lighter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Love were homeless,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe she would care less.&lt;br /&gt;Of these fools’ games she plays&lt;br /&gt;Or these foul things she says&lt;br /&gt;She would have a deeper appreciation for those who don’t have her&lt;br /&gt;And others would no longer be her source of laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;If Love were homeless,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;She would understand there is more to life than just 'The Moment'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;She would listen to more to what I do, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Rather than what I didn't say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;She would keep promises and confess to her lies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;She would stay around long enough to dry my eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;If Love were homeless...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;She would give a fuck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;It's time for Love to grow up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214061345220131423-4851186335134547050?l=corbinpickett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/feeds/4851186335134547050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/2011/08/if-love-were-homeless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214061345220131423/posts/default/4851186335134547050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214061345220131423/posts/default/4851186335134547050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/2011/08/if-love-were-homeless.html' title='If Love were HomeLess...'/><author><name>RareSense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14747318854039134425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/S6rpqCSnE5I/AAAAAAAAACg/XSI8GsWMTsE/S220/IMG_5100yt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jq0nhInshak/TlMlwflZbaI/AAAAAAAAAII/mFlcHk1XiaM/s72-c/love2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214061345220131423.post-2062020192841502834</id><published>2011-08-22T20:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T20:28:53.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;Not going to lie. These are pretty damn legit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uY4Fs1X_8ng/TdSUfzIaE5I/AAAAAAAAAIA/7PAzx11rD0k/s1600/230781_123964901016909_102854486461284_187408_89928_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="252" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uY4Fs1X_8ng/TdSUfzIaE5I/AAAAAAAAAIA/7PAzx11rD0k/s400/230781_123964901016909_102854486461284_187408_89928_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214061345220131423-4176271297164628959?l=corbinpickett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/feeds/4176271297164628959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/2011/05/not-going-to-lie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214061345220131423/posts/default/4176271297164628959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214061345220131423/posts/default/4176271297164628959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/2011/05/not-going-to-lie.html' title=''/><author><name>RareSense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14747318854039134425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/S6rpqCSnE5I/AAAAAAAAACg/XSI8GsWMTsE/S220/IMG_5100yt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uY4Fs1X_8ng/TdSUfzIaE5I/AAAAAAAAAIA/7PAzx11rD0k/s72-c/230781_123964901016909_102854486461284_187408_89928_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214061345220131423.post-4475296826723187721</id><published>2011-05-15T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T14:42:53.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting Advertisement</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T6ZqAyjW5o4/TdBIjjEINjI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ydgvydmcBA0/s1600/my-butt-is-big.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T6ZqAyjW5o4/TdBIjjEINjI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ydgvydmcBA0/s1600/my-butt-is-big.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214061345220131423-4475296826723187721?l=corbinpickett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/feeds/4475296826723187721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/2011/05/interesting-advertisement.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214061345220131423/posts/default/4475296826723187721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214061345220131423/posts/default/4475296826723187721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/2011/05/interesting-advertisement.html' title='Interesting Advertisement'/><author><name>RareSense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14747318854039134425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/S6rpqCSnE5I/AAAAAAAAACg/XSI8GsWMTsE/S220/IMG_5100yt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T6ZqAyjW5o4/TdBIjjEINjI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ydgvydmcBA0/s72-c/my-butt-is-big.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214061345220131423.post-3462842088380698684</id><published>2011-02-28T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T21:43:37.444-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love behind the Wall..</title><content type='html'>Floatin in a dream world&lt;br /&gt;Love is here&lt;br /&gt;Drifting into reality&lt;br /&gt;Pain is near…&lt;br /&gt;So I clear,&lt;br /&gt;My throat&lt;br /&gt;Never to rest to heavily on hope&lt;br /&gt;Rope…ing my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;And gearing my mind&lt;br /&gt;To find&lt;br /&gt;Courage.&lt;br /&gt;Ill need it.&lt;br /&gt;Strength.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you have it.&lt;br /&gt;Grab it,&lt;br /&gt;The sledge hammer&lt;br /&gt;And go ham against the wall surrounding my heart, Attack&lt;br /&gt;it like rats to cheese&lt;br /&gt;make haste in this rat race&lt;br /&gt;pace yourself at a top speed of forever:mph&lt;br /&gt;devour the bullshit that flies from the blade against the concrete&lt;br /&gt;seek. &lt;br /&gt;No shelter, no don’t hide&lt;br /&gt;this is what u signed up for, so tell me what you feel in side&lt;br /&gt;and ill do the same.&lt;br /&gt;Show me your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-QtX6xewuQh4/TWyC3xaLHlI/AAAAAAAAAH4/W4XK9V8y2pE/s1600/imagesCAQY1MWK.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" l6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-QtX6xewuQh4/TWyC3xaLHlI/AAAAAAAAAH4/W4XK9V8y2pE/s1600/imagesCAQY1MWK.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And ill do the same&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Share whispers from your soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;And ill share with you those from mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Keep hammering away, never to slow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Ill let you see my vulnerability&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;If you promise not to go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;And if time proves you shall not stammer &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Ill reach down and grasp my own hammer..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;My swing is heavy, and yours relentless&lt;br /&gt;Together we can bring down my wall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Behind it love can be witnessed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214061345220131423-3462842088380698684?l=corbinpickett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/feeds/3462842088380698684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/2011/02/love-behind-wall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214061345220131423/posts/default/3462842088380698684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214061345220131423/posts/default/3462842088380698684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/2011/02/love-behind-wall.html' title='Love behind the Wall..'/><author><name>RareSense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14747318854039134425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/S6rpqCSnE5I/AAAAAAAAACg/XSI8GsWMTsE/S220/IMG_5100yt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-QtX6xewuQh4/TWyC3xaLHlI/AAAAAAAAAH4/W4XK9V8y2pE/s72-c/imagesCAQY1MWK.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214061345220131423.post-5689983518323931400</id><published>2011-02-20T13:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T13:59:24.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Defining Success</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1qcQ-TYQX0A/TWGOasd0k5I/AAAAAAAAAH0/gIiWibboqOY/s1600/imagesCA3N68YH.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" j6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1qcQ-TYQX0A/TWGOasd0k5I/AAAAAAAAAH0/gIiWibboqOY/s1600/imagesCA3N68YH.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;Success is in the mind of the beholder. It is as simple or complex what anyone wants it to be for themselves. Though I would like to place some boundaries of what I believe all ideologies of success must stay within. I strongly believe that in order to define success for yourself, you must be able to first define yourself. By having an understanding of who you are as an individual will allow you to embrace what it is you truly desire and what in life will bring you happiness. Which brings me to my next parameter; all ideas of success must lead to an overall happiness, self-gratitude, and a strong sense of satisfaction. Of course these feelings will not be by your side 24/7 all day every day, but this must be the overwhelming and consistent feelings of someone who has reached their idea of success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for myself, I define success as equaling significance. I desire to positively affect others’ lives, along with financially living a comfortable life, living life to what I deem it’s fullest, and doing right by my family and my faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you define success?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214061345220131423-5689983518323931400?l=corbinpickett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/feeds/5689983518323931400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/2011/02/defining-success.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214061345220131423/posts/default/5689983518323931400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214061345220131423/posts/default/5689983518323931400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/2011/02/defining-success.html' title='Defining Success'/><author><name>RareSense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14747318854039134425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/S6rpqCSnE5I/AAAAAAAAACg/XSI8GsWMTsE/S220/IMG_5100yt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1qcQ-TYQX0A/TWGOasd0k5I/AAAAAAAAAH0/gIiWibboqOY/s72-c/imagesCA3N68YH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214061345220131423.post-2588251600770833976</id><published>2011-02-12T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T11:56:58.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rape Over</title><content type='html'>﻿ &lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-14uycm0utGw/TVblEGM6SCI/AAAAAAAAAHw/i4PYIhezo20/s1600/imagesCA9IVYPD.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-14uycm0utGw/TVblEGM6SCI/AAAAAAAAAHw/i4PYIhezo20/s1600/imagesCA9IVYPD.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;What happens to many following&lt;br /&gt;undergrad.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Man is nothing but a walking conundrum. Think about it; generally men want a good girl with a history of innocents, yet while having a naughty side somehow filled with overwhelming experience. And women please don’t even start thinking you’re much different! You all want a guy that’ll treat you good and do right by you, yet yall stay hovering around the doodes who have that dangerous edge.. smh. I digress. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;The 21&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; century job market aka &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Rape Over&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, follows the same trends apparently. Corporate America likes em young, innovative, and energetic. Yet after their whispers of seduction luring you under the corporate sheets, they pause. A look of dissatisfaction across their face. “You don’t have enough experience.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Its not quantum physics, its simple math. Experience = Job, yet only a Job = experience. Its what some may consider a rotating algorithm. It’s a game just to get into the game, a marathon just to get to the race, a process that truly boils down to who you know and who is willing to take a chance on you. Where are the rewards of education, extra-curriculars, and internships? Is all that effort and time chalked up toe equal no experience? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I surely do not have any of the answers, yet I will allow you to ponder these questions as I have done. I do believe there are loop holes to this rotating algorithm when adding Networking as a key variable. Entry level Corporate America is based on few factors: mainly being trust and performance. Chances are they are unaware of the truth extent of your performance capabilities, so leaning on trust is a must. Network, build that trust, and lie rewardingly under the sheets of corporate America.&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/2214061345220131423-2588251600770833976?l=corbinpickett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/feeds/2588251600770833976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/2011/02/rape-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214061345220131423/posts/default/2588251600770833976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214061345220131423/posts/default/2588251600770833976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/2011/02/rape-over.html' title='The Rape Over'/><author><name>RareSense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14747318854039134425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/S6rpqCSnE5I/AAAAAAAAACg/XSI8GsWMTsE/S220/IMG_5100yt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-14uycm0utGw/TVblEGM6SCI/AAAAAAAAAHw/i4PYIhezo20/s72-c/imagesCA9IVYPD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214061345220131423.post-8196189072957965181</id><published>2011-01-26T23:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T23:39:48.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why'd you say it..</title><content type='html'>Why couldn’t she just love me or leave me&lt;br /&gt;But she wanted to eat her cake too, and&lt;br /&gt;Proceeded to be&lt;br /&gt;Nothing but a hindrance to me&lt;br /&gt;And my life&lt;br /&gt;And I struggle&lt;br /&gt;To understand how&amp;nbsp;you could ever tell me “I love you”..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214061345220131423-8196189072957965181?l=corbinpickett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/feeds/8196189072957965181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/2011/01/whyd-you-say-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214061345220131423/posts/default/8196189072957965181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214061345220131423/posts/default/8196189072957965181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/2011/01/whyd-you-say-it.html' title='Why&apos;d you say it..'/><author><name>RareSense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14747318854039134425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/S6rpqCSnE5I/AAAAAAAAACg/XSI8GsWMTsE/S220/IMG_5100yt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214061345220131423.post-8839227818913020564</id><published>2011-01-24T12:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T12:22:25.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hard Part...</title><content type='html'>What hurts most&lt;br /&gt;Is that it hurts the most&lt;br /&gt;No Champaign bottles&lt;br /&gt;No special toast&lt;br /&gt;Cant find a shooting star to place my hopes&lt;br /&gt;The dance floor has cleared&lt;br /&gt;And only you and I are left standing here&lt;br /&gt;We knew each other so well as the record spun&lt;br /&gt;Intertwining the night towards endless fun&lt;br /&gt;Endless has ended&lt;br /&gt;With nothing else begin’in&lt;br /&gt;But the shock, from the stop&lt;br /&gt;Of the music playin&lt;br /&gt;Its sayin&lt;br /&gt;Only what needs to be said:&lt;br /&gt;Hearts in it, but where’s are head?&lt;br /&gt;Love hasn’t left, but is the passion dead?&lt;br /&gt;But the final literature has yet to have been read&lt;br /&gt;The journey of a love story&lt;br /&gt;That it is, so lets not worry&lt;br /&gt;Surely,&lt;br /&gt;We can flip the page and write a new chapter.&lt;br /&gt;Later to look back with light hearted laughter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214061345220131423-8839227818913020564?l=corbinpickett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/feeds/8839227818913020564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/2011/01/hard-part.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214061345220131423/posts/default/8839227818913020564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214061345220131423/posts/default/8839227818913020564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/2011/01/hard-part.html' title='The Hard Part...'/><author><name>RareSense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14747318854039134425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/S6rpqCSnE5I/AAAAAAAAACg/XSI8GsWMTsE/S220/IMG_5100yt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214061345220131423.post-1152572129198505698</id><published>2011-01-23T12:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T12:34:38.337-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Possibility of Impossible</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Nothing is impossible. Does anyone else see that this is a oxymoron within itself? If nothing is impossible then is equal to say that, Everything is possible. Correct? Good, agreed. So if everything is possible, in all fairness doesn’t that mean it is POSSIBLE for an impossibility to exist? It Must be! Because EVERYTHING is possible so how can you possibly exclude the possibility of impossible!&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/2214061345220131423-1152572129198505698?l=corbinpickett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/feeds/1152572129198505698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/2011/01/possibility-of-impossible.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214061345220131423/posts/default/1152572129198505698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214061345220131423/posts/default/1152572129198505698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/2011/01/possibility-of-impossible.html' title='The Possibility of Impossible'/><author><name>RareSense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14747318854039134425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/S6rpqCSnE5I/AAAAAAAAACg/XSI8GsWMTsE/S220/IMG_5100yt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214061345220131423.post-2201103736971309231</id><published>2010-12-06T05:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T05:01:41.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coolest Vehicle Ever lol</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/TPzen7BJl1I/AAAAAAAAAFM/1E77ndogLBk/s1600/66867_464361171475_700311475_5781981_3279242_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/TPzen7BJl1I/AAAAAAAAAFM/1E77ndogLBk/s320/66867_464361171475_700311475_5781981_3279242_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214061345220131423-2201103736971309231?l=corbinpickett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/feeds/2201103736971309231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/2010/12/coolest-vehicle-ever-lol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214061345220131423/posts/default/2201103736971309231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214061345220131423/posts/default/2201103736971309231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/2010/12/coolest-vehicle-ever-lol.html' title='Coolest Vehicle Ever lol'/><author><name>RareSense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14747318854039134425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/S6rpqCSnE5I/AAAAAAAAACg/XSI8GsWMTsE/S220/IMG_5100yt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/TPzen7BJl1I/AAAAAAAAAFM/1E77ndogLBk/s72-c/66867_464361171475_700311475_5781981_3279242_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214061345220131423.post-414928126056468830</id><published>2010-12-01T23:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T23:14:07.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 5 Reasons for BreakUps</title><content type='html'>Here are the five most common factors that I have found that seem to lie at the root of most arguments, disagreements and divorces:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A lack of commitment on the part of one or both people in the relationship. In other words there is only partial or a half commitment to the relationship. It's when the partners say something like, "I'll go half way and you half way," and as soon as one party decides to go less than 50 percent a split usually opens up in the relationship, which usually grows wider over time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Trying to change the other person is another common reason for relationships breaking up. When you try to change another person or expect the other person to change it is simply another form of rejection. It's another way of one partner saying to the other, "You're not good enough for me." Whenever you try to change another person you are implying that he or she is not good enough for you and you trigger a feelings of anger and resentment in that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Another common reason for the break-up of relationships is jealousy. Jealousy is always experienced in the mind and heart of the person feeling the emotion. It is an emotion that rises from a feeling of low self-esteem and feelings of personal inferiority. The person who feels jealous in a relationship feels that no one could ever love him or her for being the kind of person that he or she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Self-Pity or feeling sorry for something that your partner has either done or not done to or for you is a often found as a reason for relationships breaking-up. Often people will experience self-pity because their partner will be so busy or happy with his or her own work or career that the person experiencing the self-pity feels left out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Negative expectations are a common cause for relationships breaking up. This is when you expect your partner to do something to disappoint you. In life our expectations either positive or negative tend to be fulfilled. The most important words you can ever say to your partner or spouse are "I love you" and "I believe in you."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214061345220131423-414928126056468830?l=corbinpickett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/feeds/414928126056468830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/2010/12/top-5-reasons-for-breakups.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214061345220131423/posts/default/414928126056468830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214061345220131423/posts/default/414928126056468830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/2010/12/top-5-reasons-for-breakups.html' title='Top 5 Reasons for BreakUps'/><author><name>RareSense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14747318854039134425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/S6rpqCSnE5I/AAAAAAAAACg/XSI8GsWMTsE/S220/IMG_5100yt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214061345220131423.post-1315871504783481572</id><published>2010-11-17T16:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T16:07:23.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Tips on How to Lie :\</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/TORfCVTQIDI/AAAAAAAAAFI/vopXja1qj0s/s1600/liar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/TORfCVTQIDI/AAAAAAAAAFI/vopXja1qj0s/s1600/liar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;1) A lie is a lie is a lie... You lie to 1 person, you must carry that lie to any and all people connected to that individual. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;2) You dont need a poker face to be successful. Try NOT being serious. Joking within your lying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Remember your lies. WIthhold them and uphold them until the end of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Look into the person's eyes when you lie. This is key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Offer alibis. Tell your closest friends what you are lying about so they can cover for you even if there is the slightest of chance they will be involved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Surround your lie with truths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Don't lie often so your word is more viable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Develop a habit for taking the blame on minor things and don't fight/argue over minor stuff... In return, things you do create an issue over will be taken much more serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Don't shy away from the lying topic at hand. Make the other person change the topic. Showcase your comfort and security in talking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) DON'T lie to those who Know you Best !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214061345220131423-1315871504783481572?l=corbinpickett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/feeds/1315871504783481572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/2010/11/10-tips-on-how-to-lie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214061345220131423/posts/default/1315871504783481572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214061345220131423/posts/default/1315871504783481572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/2010/11/10-tips-on-how-to-lie.html' title='10 Tips on How to Lie :\'/><author><name>RareSense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14747318854039134425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/S6rpqCSnE5I/AAAAAAAAACg/XSI8GsWMTsE/S220/IMG_5100yt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/TORfCVTQIDI/AAAAAAAAAFI/vopXja1qj0s/s72-c/liar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214061345220131423.post-4914054811444473776</id><published>2010-11-12T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T19:39:21.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Night...</title><content type='html'>I don’t usually get nervous&lt;br /&gt;And I know these butterflies could careless&lt;br /&gt;But what if&lt;br /&gt;We just&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess&lt;br /&gt;What I’m attempting to say is&lt;br /&gt;A night on the town, Can I show you &lt;br /&gt;And take u&lt;br /&gt;To a restaurant that u never been to&lt;br /&gt;And prove to you&lt;br /&gt;My worth is more than..&lt;br /&gt;a match&lt;br /&gt;just sit back&lt;br /&gt;While I light this candle&lt;br /&gt;Let me handle &lt;br /&gt;And maneuver &lt;br /&gt;Every turn the night will take&lt;br /&gt;I promise to make&lt;br /&gt;Or mold&lt;br /&gt;A night &lt;br /&gt;Sure to unfold&lt;br /&gt;As unforgettable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214061345220131423-4914054811444473776?l=corbinpickett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/feeds/4914054811444473776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/2010/11/night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214061345220131423/posts/default/4914054811444473776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214061345220131423/posts/default/4914054811444473776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/2010/11/night.html' title='A Night...'/><author><name>RareSense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14747318854039134425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/S6rpqCSnE5I/AAAAAAAAACg/XSI8GsWMTsE/S220/IMG_5100yt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214061345220131423.post-1152900296784150486</id><published>2010-11-02T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T12:22:16.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vote.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/TNBkMRmi35I/AAAAAAAAAFE/LiH2mM1yJ7E/s1600/imagesCAQ7RBEM.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/TNBkMRmi35I/AAAAAAAAAFE/LiH2mM1yJ7E/s1600/imagesCAQ7RBEM.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Because not everyone was always allowed to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because your opinion Counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it is your Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it Matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you Can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214061345220131423-1152900296784150486?l=corbinpickett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/feeds/1152900296784150486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/2010/11/vote.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214061345220131423/posts/default/1152900296784150486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214061345220131423/posts/default/1152900296784150486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/2010/11/vote.html' title='Vote.'/><author><name>RareSense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14747318854039134425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/S6rpqCSnE5I/AAAAAAAAACg/XSI8GsWMTsE/S220/IMG_5100yt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/TNBkMRmi35I/AAAAAAAAAFE/LiH2mM1yJ7E/s72-c/imagesCAQ7RBEM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214061345220131423.post-8452418386061403838</id><published>2010-10-28T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T14:20:23.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jon Stewart vs. Barack Obama lol</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/TMnosLhHZhI/AAAAAAAAAFA/F8XGtx7W85E/s1600/alg_obama-stewart.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="236" nx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/TMnosLhHZhI/AAAAAAAAAFA/F8XGtx7W85E/s320/alg_obama-stewart.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thedailyshow.com/full-episodes/wed-october-27-2010-barack-obama"&gt;http://www.thedailyshow.com/full-episodes/wed-october-27-2010-barack-obama&lt;/a&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214061345220131423-8452418386061403838?l=corbinpickett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/feeds/8452418386061403838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/2010/10/jon-stewart-vs-barack-obama-lol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214061345220131423/posts/default/8452418386061403838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214061345220131423/posts/default/8452418386061403838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/2010/10/jon-stewart-vs-barack-obama-lol.html' title='Jon Stewart vs. Barack Obama lol'/><author><name>RareSense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14747318854039134425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/S6rpqCSnE5I/AAAAAAAAACg/XSI8GsWMTsE/S220/IMG_5100yt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/TMnosLhHZhI/AAAAAAAAAFA/F8XGtx7W85E/s72-c/alg_obama-stewart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214061345220131423.post-1570148795980720646</id><published>2010-10-26T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T00:52:09.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fight For Freedom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/TMaC7Vxl_mI/AAAAAAAAAE8/eGFQ5MGQZBg/s1600/imagesCAWADB4Q.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/TMaC7Vxl_mI/AAAAAAAAAE8/eGFQ5MGQZBg/s1600/imagesCAWADB4Q.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Come One! Come All! Come line up to serve your nation and fight for freedom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I feel there are grounds in which one could sew for false advertisement. I am an individual that has great respect for the men and women who serve our country, lets let that be known. But seriously here, the idea of fighting for freedom? It just isnt feasible in any context of reality one may live in. In short: Freedom does not exist. As long as there are other human beings within your ecosystem freedom is just a word missed used more than the word love. Laws, hierarchies, and limitations exist throughout every single realm of the word. Even the simple judgment from another individual limits the idea of true freedom to someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freedom can only be sought in one realm. Dreams. But as our soldiers sign up, they're not fighting for dreams, there fighting for greed, for political strategy, for social justice, or for profit. The message needs to change. The American people need to stop being lied to. I believe we are undermined in our ability to understand the extremities of certain situations. Matter of fact, I believe it is the limited information that we are told that forces us to be more narrow minded and less understanding of why our brothers and sisters are sent off to fight in wars. I love my country, for wrong and for right. I just believe the government should put a little more faith into its people that it serves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214061345220131423-1570148795980720646?l=corbinpickett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/feeds/1570148795980720646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/2010/10/fight-for-freedom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214061345220131423/posts/default/1570148795980720646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214061345220131423/posts/default/1570148795980720646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/2010/10/fight-for-freedom.html' title='Fight For Freedom!'/><author><name>RareSense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14747318854039134425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/S6rpqCSnE5I/AAAAAAAAACg/XSI8GsWMTsE/S220/IMG_5100yt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/TMaC7Vxl_mI/AAAAAAAAAE8/eGFQ5MGQZBg/s72-c/imagesCAWADB4Q.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214061345220131423.post-6842649669165496819</id><published>2010-10-20T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T02:10:40.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kevin Bales: How to combat modern slavery | Video on TED.com</title><content type='html'>A Must Watch Guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ted.com/talks/kevin_bales_how_to_combat_modern_slavery.html"&gt;Kevin Bales: How to combat modern slavery  Video on TED.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214061345220131423-6842649669165496819?l=corbinpickett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.ted.com/talks/kevin_bales_how_to_combat_modern_slavery.html' title='Kevin Bales: How to combat modern slavery | Video on TED.com'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/feeds/6842649669165496819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/2010/10/kevin-bales-how-to-combat-modern.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214061345220131423/posts/default/6842649669165496819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214061345220131423/posts/default/6842649669165496819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/2010/10/kevin-bales-how-to-combat-modern.html' title='Kevin Bales: How to combat modern slavery | Video on TED.com'/><author><name>RareSense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14747318854039134425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/S6rpqCSnE5I/AAAAAAAAACg/XSI8GsWMTsE/S220/IMG_5100yt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214061345220131423.post-2981355950392719603</id><published>2010-10-19T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T20:07:14.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Art of Capital</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/TL5beaZHXWI/AAAAAAAAAE4/W4HzG2Nb1-k/s1600/money.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="218" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/TL5beaZHXWI/AAAAAAAAAE4/W4HzG2Nb1-k/s320/money.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I think we can all be millionaires. &lt;/div&gt;Seriously I dont think its all that hard. Its not luck, its not education level, it is not dependant solely or mainly upon networking or knowing the right people. The way I see it, its all dependent upon the amount of knowledge and wisdom you hold and matching that with that right amount of pure desire. You cant get hired to so a job unless you know how to do it.. right? Well seems the same philosophy stands for money. You can make and gain capital unless you know about it and how it works and how to work it. Learn this, comprehend it, and become knowledgeable and wise about it and the road to become a millionaire is all but mere waiting came from there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214061345220131423-2981355950392719603?l=corbinpickett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/feeds/2981355950392719603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/2010/10/art-of-capital.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214061345220131423/posts/default/2981355950392719603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214061345220131423/posts/default/2981355950392719603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/2010/10/art-of-capital.html' title='Art of Capital'/><author><name>RareSense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14747318854039134425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/S6rpqCSnE5I/AAAAAAAAACg/XSI8GsWMTsE/S220/IMG_5100yt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/TL5beaZHXWI/AAAAAAAAAE4/W4HzG2Nb1-k/s72-c/money.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214061345220131423.post-8518384072989732685</id><published>2010-10-03T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T16:00:05.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Men Dating Outside Own Race..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/TKkKeWMmq8I/AAAAAAAAAE0/pY3E8jVhGl8/s1600/lovesong.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/TKkKeWMmq8I/AAAAAAAAAE0/pY3E8jVhGl8/s1600/lovesong.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;New Theory:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;On a subconscious level, some Black men date outside of their own race due to what they feel resides a 'lack of competition.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Key word "some." And I would like to add that maybe a similar reasoning can exist with some black women..?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214061345220131423-8518384072989732685?l=corbinpickett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/feeds/8518384072989732685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/2010/10/black-men-dating-outside-own-race.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214061345220131423/posts/default/8518384072989732685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214061345220131423/posts/default/8518384072989732685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/2010/10/black-men-dating-outside-own-race.html' title='Black Men Dating Outside Own Race..'/><author><name>RareSense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14747318854039134425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/S6rpqCSnE5I/AAAAAAAAACg/XSI8GsWMTsE/S220/IMG_5100yt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/TKkKeWMmq8I/AAAAAAAAAE0/pY3E8jVhGl8/s72-c/lovesong.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214061345220131423.post-5586640090461173279</id><published>2010-09-07T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T01:23:36.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Defining Love Part 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Story of Defining Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/TIX14KqWriI/AAAAAAAAAEs/rTTtNWe0FPs/s1600/1177911021.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/TIX14KqWriI/AAAAAAAAAEs/rTTtNWe0FPs/s320/1177911021.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Love conquers all…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because love is all. It embodies everything: emotions, physical, spiritual, mental, blood, sweat, tears, pain, happiness, effort, desire, lust, stupidity, logic, stability, insanity, etc. Love can overcome and conquer anything and everything because it is made up of all elements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have true Love, you have everything you will ever need to overcome all that life shall throw in your path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too be continued…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214061345220131423-5586640090461173279?l=corbinpickett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/feeds/5586640090461173279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/2010/09/defining-love-part-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214061345220131423/posts/default/5586640090461173279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214061345220131423/posts/default/5586640090461173279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/2010/09/defining-love-part-4.html' title='Defining Love Part 4'/><author><name>RareSense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14747318854039134425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/S6rpqCSnE5I/AAAAAAAAACg/XSI8GsWMTsE/S220/IMG_5100yt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/TIX14KqWriI/AAAAAAAAAEs/rTTtNWe0FPs/s72-c/1177911021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214061345220131423.post-5302811917641929859</id><published>2010-08-08T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T13:25:03.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Defining Love Part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The Story of Defining Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/TF8QJYR0AhI/AAAAAAAAAEc/lt0NutOro_4/s1600/1177911021.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/TF8QJYR0AhI/AAAAAAAAAEc/lt0NutOro_4/s320/1177911021.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Love is Blinding...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So it is said. However, I beg to differ. Thinking you are in Love is Blinding. More than a blind fold, covering your ears just as well as your eyes, it proves time and time again to be all too overwhelming for anyone individual to overcome alone.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;“Nope, see when we have kids, I’ll probably take a year off of work to be with the baby. Oh, I really hope they have his eyes!” She always spoke in terms of the future tense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was young. He was young. They still had so much to learn about themselves as individuals, but yet she was all too focused on the destination, she had put forth little thought on the journey. She was blinded to the roads that lay just beneath her feet, mustering all her might to only see that which she felt was her… their… ultimate fate; A life together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True Love is understanding. It is equip with a sight more keen than that of an eagle’s, allowing one to see all obstacles that lie in front and the comprehension that a fork may lie in one’s path at times deviating them from the roads in which they travel. Love is so much more than a feeling, but it is a reality as well and a commitment on top of that. Part of True Love allowing unhindered range in sight, is being able to see, realize, and admit your level of self knowledge. If you need to deviate onto an alternate road to learn, experience, explore more of the realm of “You”, it doesn’t not mean you don’t love that other individual. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl who inspired this segment didn’t know that. When her boyfriend told her he needed to travel the world, she didn’t understand why. When her boyfriend told her he needed to join the military to test himself, she thought he was running away. When her boyfriend told her he would always be there for her, she thought he had already left her. She &lt;em&gt;thought&lt;/em&gt; she was in love. He &lt;em&gt;knew&lt;/em&gt; he was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love does &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; limit the individual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too be continued…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214061345220131423-5302811917641929859?l=corbinpickett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/feeds/5302811917641929859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/2010/08/defining-love-part-3.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214061345220131423/posts/default/5302811917641929859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214061345220131423/posts/default/5302811917641929859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/2010/08/defining-love-part-3.html' title='Defining Love Part 3'/><author><name>RareSense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14747318854039134425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/S6rpqCSnE5I/AAAAAAAAACg/XSI8GsWMTsE/S220/IMG_5100yt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/TF8QJYR0AhI/AAAAAAAAAEc/lt0NutOro_4/s72-c/1177911021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214061345220131423.post-2714234070403060650</id><published>2010-08-04T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T19:45:51.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Defining Love Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The Story of Defining Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/TFok_VVqq6I/AAAAAAAAAD8/ANj42ZR2r3M/s1600/1177911021.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/TFok_VVqq6I/AAAAAAAAAD8/ANj42ZR2r3M/s320/1177911021.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;Amidst mid stroke he stopped. “I love you.” He said the words as if they had been brewing on his mind for ages. But really what he meant was “I have a justly irreplaceable lust for your physical presence.” He really did love her though. So he thought anyway. What he failed to realize is that he had fallen in love with her presence. Merely just one aspect. Like taking a bite into a burger and just merely saying ‘I love the onions.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes rose slowly from his chest to his chin, settling upon his eyes. “Baby, I love you too.” For her, she truly had lingered with the thought on prior occasions. She too believed she loved him. All of him. He made her laugh, he was smart, ambitious, handsome, and treated her well. McDreamy compared to her past relationships. But… is a love by comparison a true love? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pair shared a moment they would never forget. Such a brief moment. Known to them then as enchanting. Understood by them later as a lesson learned.&lt;br /&gt;On the road to defining love, we must first understand that love encompasses many facets. Without love for each facet: Body, mind, soul, spirit, behaviors, habits, history, future, present; True love cannot exist. Think of love as a self sustained ecosystem. All elements must be intact for it to exist, survive, and thrive.&lt;br /&gt;True love is neither a portion nor a comparison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be Continued…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214061345220131423-2714234070403060650?l=corbinpickett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/feeds/2714234070403060650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/2010/08/defining-love-part-2.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214061345220131423/posts/default/2714234070403060650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214061345220131423/posts/default/2714234070403060650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/2010/08/defining-love-part-2.html' title='Defining Love Part 2'/><author><name>RareSense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14747318854039134425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/S6rpqCSnE5I/AAAAAAAAACg/XSI8GsWMTsE/S220/IMG_5100yt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/TFok_VVqq6I/AAAAAAAAAD8/ANj42ZR2r3M/s72-c/1177911021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214061345220131423.post-2284245635317888619</id><published>2010-08-03T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T19:27:52.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Defining Love Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Story of Defining Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/TFjPkykstwI/AAAAAAAAAD0/BUgl-nHqFhM/s1600/1177911021.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/TFjPkykstwI/AAAAAAAAAD0/BUgl-nHqFhM/s320/1177911021.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Surely the idea and act of love didn’t pop out of thin air. Or did it? What is the history of Love, I mean to define something without knowing its history and its true origins is seemingly kind of irrational; but then again, that’s what we do with religion every day. But let me stray from stepping on any toes, and allow me to jump back on to the topic of defining love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Love I know can be defined. There exist different ways to express and showcase love, but reality shows that there are shared common roots and characteristics of love.. True Love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;To Be Continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214061345220131423-2284245635317888619?l=corbinpickett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/feeds/2284245635317888619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/2010/08/defining-love-part-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214061345220131423/posts/default/2284245635317888619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214061345220131423/posts/default/2284245635317888619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/2010/08/defining-love-part-1.html' title='Defining Love Part 1'/><author><name>RareSense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14747318854039134425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/S6rpqCSnE5I/AAAAAAAAACg/XSI8GsWMTsE/S220/IMG_5100yt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/TFjPkykstwI/AAAAAAAAAD0/BUgl-nHqFhM/s72-c/1177911021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214061345220131423.post-4913416759866300973</id><published>2010-07-06T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T15:57:04.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Painful Reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/TDO0fIglOYI/AAAAAAAAADs/8aRCsHhcTw4/s1600/heartbreak.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/TDO0fIglOYI/AAAAAAAAADs/8aRCsHhcTw4/s320/heartbreak.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As I lean back in my thoughts, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;emotions flow'n through my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Logicality missing from my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im losing stability with no rhyme,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or reason….&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or method to my sadness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Someone tell me what the truth is, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pain is only temporary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tell me if this has been proven &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cause my pain sho' aint leavin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214061345220131423-4913416759866300973?l=corbinpickett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/feeds/4913416759866300973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/2010/07/painful-reality.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214061345220131423/posts/default/4913416759866300973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214061345220131423/posts/default/4913416759866300973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/2010/07/painful-reality.html' title='Painful Reality'/><author><name>RareSense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14747318854039134425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/S6rpqCSnE5I/AAAAAAAAACg/XSI8GsWMTsE/S220/IMG_5100yt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/TDO0fIglOYI/AAAAAAAAADs/8aRCsHhcTw4/s72-c/heartbreak.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214061345220131423.post-6432391537769610079</id><published>2010-06-30T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T21:17:52.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Theory of a Woman's Touch</title><content type='html'>.::THEORY::.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Females who do not masturbate/sexually self please themselves, are more likely to be unfaithful in long distant "committed" relationships, in comparison to those who regularly or even semi regularly "please" themselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214061345220131423-6432391537769610079?l=corbinpickett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/feeds/6432391537769610079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/2010/06/theory-of-womans-touch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214061345220131423/posts/default/6432391537769610079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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slow&lt;br /&gt;I know you had your fears, you can let em all go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Drake &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214061345220131423-3131756809447215026?l=corbinpickett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/feeds/3131756809447215026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/2010/06/in-july.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214061345220131423/posts/default/3131756809447215026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214061345220131423/posts/default/3131756809447215026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/2010/06/in-july.html' title='&quot;In July&quot;'/><author><name>RareSense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14747318854039134425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/S6rpqCSnE5I/AAAAAAAAACg/XSI8GsWMTsE/S220/IMG_5100yt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214061345220131423.post-7912862666251730685</id><published>2010-04-15T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T22:28:11.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Man's Emotional Wall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/S8fzrAM3VVI/AAAAAAAAADY/M1WbTSTqzMA/s1600/big-boys-dont-cry-af.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/S8fzrAM3VVI/AAAAAAAAADY/M1WbTSTqzMA/s400/big-boys-dont-cry-af.jpg" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Women everywhere want to know.. “Why don’t men talk about their feelings?” It’s an age old question that the fairer sex has not quite yet been able to figure out. Truth be told ladies, you haven’t even gotten close. You try so hard and dig so deep, but yet the answer (although some may find it superficial) lies at the surface. A man is not allowed to show and/or express his feelings &amp;amp; emotions because society deems it a non-masculine trait. Picture society as this over pompous puppeteer, dictating how a “Man”, the stereotypical all mighty, never wavering, always secure and confident man should act, live, and evidently how close he is able to emotionally confide in his Lady counterpart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Men find it nearly impossible at times to break away from these strings. This begins at birth, by the time he finds himself in the midst of a quality relationship, its a rap, it has become a subconscious characteristic. And just so that you don’t think men are using society as a scapegoat, there is an additional culprit: the Corpus Callosum. It’s the part of the brain which connects the left and right brain hemisphere. Staying &lt;span id="goog_1424619534"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;away &lt;span id="goog_1424619535"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;from the confusing scientifics of it all -but the gist is that this part of the brain is larger in women than in men. The result is that women can think and feel at the same time [i.e. often leading to emotional irrationality, but I digress], while men naturally separate their feelings from what they are thinking. This creates mans reluctance to talk about all that lovey dovey stuff that women love to hash out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.atsuimagazine.com/"&gt;http://www.atsuimagazine.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="goog_114815712"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_114815713"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214061345220131423-7912862666251730685?l=corbinpickett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/feeds/7912862666251730685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/2010/04/mans-emotional-wall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214061345220131423/posts/default/7912862666251730685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214061345220131423/posts/default/7912862666251730685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/2010/04/mans-emotional-wall.html' title='Man&apos;s Emotional Wall'/><author><name>RareSense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14747318854039134425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/S6rpqCSnE5I/AAAAAAAAACg/XSI8GsWMTsE/S220/IMG_5100yt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/S8fzrAM3VVI/AAAAAAAAADY/M1WbTSTqzMA/s72-c/big-boys-dont-cry-af.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214061345220131423.post-8897680392930596261</id><published>2010-03-23T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T09:11:32.519-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life of a Sex addict'/><title type='text'>Life of a Sex Addict</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/S6kUbRDw6WI/AAAAAAAAACY/JebgameNWe4/s1600-h/youre-sex-addict-800X800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451911282576910690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/S6kUbRDw6WI/AAAAAAAAACY/JebgameNWe4/s320/youre-sex-addict-800X800.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Addict – Defined as; someone who is physiologically dependent on a substance; abrupt deprivation of the substance produces withdrawal symptoms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;But NAWW we’re not DEPENDENT on sex :/ And we most certainly don’t experience WITHDRAW symptoms :\ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Oh the lies we tell ourselves. Welcome, my name is Truth. I am that ugly side that stares you dead in your face only when you are strong enough, stupid enough, or confident enough to stand in from of a vacant mirror. I, like many of you, am no addict. Addicts are those who developed over zealous habits of drug use, alcohol intake, or OCD cases. Those people are addicts. Right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;So at this point it is important to understand who you’re trying to convince. Please, keep your excuses away from my ears cause I have heard it all. Chances are, if you’re reading this we have either A) had sex B) will have sex C) Are linked through the great vine sexually. Sex is a drug point blank. We put such a major emphasis upon sex in and outside of our relationships that it has grown to become this deity that we NEED in order to sustain ourselves as individuals or to sustain us within our relationships. We seek acceptance through sex, we seek to attempt to secure our partner by quickly engaging in sex, we seek fun and entertainment through sex, and we somehow have grown to believe that the word relationship is synonymous with sex. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I drank on average about once a week. I have gone months at times without drinking for one reason or another, and neither of these times have I felt physically or mentally “different” as if to be missing the act of drinking alcohol. But if I go months without engaging in sexual activities, I grow anxious. I steadily miss it, and slowly grow in my desire to have it. Whether it is with someone I am currently in a relationship with or with a new partner, my thoughts become drawn to the idea of having sex once again. The degree of these “feelings” vary from person to person, but fact is most of us share this commonality. Welcome to the world of being an Addict. The subtly is neither here nor there. The fact is that we experience some sort of withdraw symptoms and our minds become increasingly wrapped around the idea of having sex once more. &lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Still in denial? Well then you might just have more than the problem of being an addict on your hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/2214061345220131423-8897680392930596261?l=corbinpickett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/feeds/8897680392930596261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/2010/03/addict-defined-as-someone-who-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214061345220131423/posts/default/8897680392930596261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214061345220131423/posts/default/8897680392930596261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/2010/03/addict-defined-as-someone-who-is.html' title='Life of a Sex Addict'/><author><name>RareSense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14747318854039134425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/S6rpqCSnE5I/AAAAAAAAACg/XSI8GsWMTsE/S220/IMG_5100yt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/S6kUbRDw6WI/AAAAAAAAACY/JebgameNWe4/s72-c/youre-sex-addict-800X800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214061345220131423.post-9134127877240491868</id><published>2009-10-08T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T20:16:15.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To need to want..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/Ss6p3IMWnAI/AAAAAAAAACQ/vHoxjR7wJdM/s1600-h/black-couple5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390432568566258690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/Ss6p3IMWnAI/AAAAAAAAACQ/vHoxjR7wJdM/s320/black-couple5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;             It is a weakness of a weak willed person to need someone in or around their life. But to &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;Want&lt;/i&gt;, well that’s more of a selection process. Showing and indicating that other options are available to you, but through one’s own individual will and desire has chosen to choose that particular thing or individual. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I dream of the day a women tells me she doesn’t need me. She is whole when alone. She was whole in thought, body, mind, and spirit prior to encountering me, and I would only wish she not stray. I dream of the day a woman tells me she wants me. There are many other men in this world and no matter how cock sure I can pretend to be at times, I humbly respect the reality of neither being the world’s most attractive man nor smartest. By Her, telling me she wants me, gives proof to the indication that she truly and simply just enjoys and prefers my company. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;p.s. For the record.. I &lt;em&gt;want&lt;/em&gt; Her too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214061345220131423-9134127877240491868?l=corbinpickett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/feeds/9134127877240491868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-need-to-want.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214061345220131423/posts/default/9134127877240491868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214061345220131423/posts/default/9134127877240491868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-need-to-want.html' title='To need to want..'/><author><name>RareSense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14747318854039134425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/S6rpqCSnE5I/AAAAAAAAACg/XSI8GsWMTsE/S220/IMG_5100yt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/Ss6p3IMWnAI/AAAAAAAAACQ/vHoxjR7wJdM/s72-c/black-couple5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214061345220131423.post-3278520718600595338</id><published>2009-08-30T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T13:02:10.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith begins, Where understanding ends..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/SprZ4-GPZxI/AAAAAAAAACI/Pf6A3tyd5Xk/s1600-h/0249851-R3-067-32+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 206px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375848677985183506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/SprZ4-GPZxI/AAAAAAAAACI/Pf6A3tyd5Xk/s320/0249851-R3-067-32+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/SprYcbSwotI/AAAAAAAAACA/o0WJRWFKSgI/s1600-h/0249851-R3-067-32+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Women are something I do not understand. So, I bargain. Or better yet, I barter. Offering my faith for that of which I cannot offer; comprehension. Please understand that I rarely do this. I, ladies, am humbling myself by admitting that my mind is unable to figure you all out. But enough of the mushy stuff, I have only come to this conclusion due to another conclusion.. One whom is confused or wavering in thought, cannot and will not be understood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Disagree? Oh I should hope you do! Ladies, close your eyes and picture your ideal man; body type, style, level of intelligence. Is he ambitious? Goal oriented? Treats you like the queen that you are? Ok, now think of the guy you are currently dating or most recently dated. Is he a match? Does he match your description? 8/10 (and I’m being generous) will have said no, he doesn’t quite match up! Sooo with that being stated, Ladies, why is it that you are not going for what you truly want? No no don’t tell me all that b.s. about Love and how it comes in different forms and ish!! Straight up, majority of you all settle! You know HE is not what you “WANT” but yet you still give him a shot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;In all fairity (new word lol). Guys do this as well. So what’s the dif? Guys, we know when we are settling lol! Ladies you seem to get caught up in your confusion and fool yourselves into thinking “Mr. I dropped outta school to focus on my Rap Career” would somehow undoubtedly transform into “Mr. Hello I am a Lawyer and I own my own practice.” WishFul Thinking?? Haha I think NOT! Sounds more so like, mmm yea Confusion and Wavering in Thought!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;*Ladies.. Stop fooling yourselves. Say what you mean, Mean what you say, and Go for what you want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Brought to you by:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.atsuimagazine.com/"&gt;www.AtsuiMagazine.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2214061345220131423-3278520718600595338?l=corbinpickett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/feeds/3278520718600595338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/2009/08/faith-begins-where-understanding-ends.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214061345220131423/posts/default/3278520718600595338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214061345220131423/posts/default/3278520718600595338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/2009/08/faith-begins-where-understanding-ends.html' title='Faith begins, Where understanding ends..'/><author><name>RareSense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14747318854039134425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/S6rpqCSnE5I/AAAAAAAAACg/XSI8GsWMTsE/S220/IMG_5100yt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/SprZ4-GPZxI/AAAAAAAAACI/Pf6A3tyd5Xk/s72-c/0249851-R3-067-32+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214061345220131423.post-3980324953621447674</id><published>2009-06-23T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T10:05:59.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Women of War</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/SkELVWWwuXI/AAAAAAAAABw/-S_WrL1K3zg/s1600-h/id030_warrior_woman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350570293699066226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/SkELVWWwuXI/AAAAAAAAABw/-S_WrL1K3zg/s320/id030_warrior_woman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;           Everyone is anxious and optimistic to fight before they actually seen what War is like. Battle scars and war wounds will deter your original vigor. You are now a veteran, and know well what awaits you. You only need a quality purpose and a just reason (“a good man”) to lure you into your return to the battle field.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ladies... "He" &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; out there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214061345220131423-3980324953621447674?l=corbinpickett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/feeds/3980324953621447674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/2009/06/dear-women-of-war.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214061345220131423/posts/default/3980324953621447674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214061345220131423/posts/default/3980324953621447674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/2009/06/dear-women-of-war.html' title='Dear Women of War'/><author><name>RareSense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14747318854039134425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/S6rpqCSnE5I/AAAAAAAAACg/XSI8GsWMTsE/S220/IMG_5100yt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/SkELVWWwuXI/AAAAAAAAABw/-S_WrL1K3zg/s72-c/id030_warrior_woman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214061345220131423.post-4354711660257785658</id><published>2009-05-28T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T15:03:29.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Black Men Love White Women..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/Sh8KJ8tjuBI/AAAAAAAAABg/lwnEMYIOLbM/s1600-h/Interracial_couple_beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340998849117009938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/Sh8KJ8tjuBI/AAAAAAAAABg/lwnEMYIOLbM/s320/Interracial_couple_beach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why Black Men Love White Women..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my thoughts, but not my ways. I am only led to believe this by what I have seen before my eyes during my short lived 21 years of life thus far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well allow me to back track and begin by retitling it: Why SOME Black men love White women. The answer is simply attributed to society and the media. Haha how is thus so? Ahh I was hoping you would ask! Black men in America are viewed as lazy, and while I am no fan of stereotypes, many do tend to have a solid foundation in some truth from somewhere. Many black men, and well men in general at times, just like things to come easy. Ladies, ever hear how “you’re just so beautiful that men are intimidated by you”? Indirectly, this is true. Men can often times be intimidated by beauty because stereotypically beauty includes the needing of hirer standards (aka us needing to spend more money on you before we get you in bed) ß Warning: Stereotypical thought!.&lt;br /&gt;So lets break it down.. What’s easy and what’s “not as easy”. Asians seem to naturally cling to their own, a pride of their ethnicity and definitely stressed in the house hold by mom and pops. Side note* I took a cute Asian chicka to a High School dance once.. Parents were so upset that I was black, they didn’t even see her off to the dance nor take pictures; simple dropped her off at the crib and burned madd rubber as they dipped off lol! SoOo Asians = Hard or harder than most.&lt;br /&gt;“Black gurls have too much attitude!” Is the excuse most black men say as they run behind the tails of these white girls. Black women have no more attitude than any other race, but we all must agree we are taught that we must “Defy Odds” in are trials and tribulations of everyday racist America. This leads to a instinctive chip on all Black Americans’ shoulder. Next factor is Black man vs. Black woman is two of the same race speaking to one another. That since of comfort/equal playing field will allow more attitude to be displayed. You argue with your peers/friends more than you do elders because lets face it, ur on a equal playing field with that peer.&lt;br /&gt;Hispanics? Same deal yall. Hispanics and Blacks are both bottom of the food chain in America’s hierarchy, we often coexist in the same neighborhoods (LongBeach for damn sure). More often than not Hispanics are up on the urban trends and hell – raise your hand if you have a Hispanic friend back home that you let say the N~word! Lol Cmon don’t lie! We’re so in the same boat that they can easy get classified with back gurls as having too much attitudes and well that only leaves us with one more option..&lt;br /&gt;WHITE CHICKS!!! Now this is where media comes into play. Now-a-days in the States and hell all over the globe, who doesn’t want to act Black and have that urban swag to them?! And for those who are furthest from this (whites) it can become most appealing. And well lets not forget we [Black Men] have the legend of being.. umm caring.. well “packing a lil sum extra below the belt” lol if ya know what im sayin! Yall know what im sayin lol! White gurls want what is fascinating and want what they are “not suppose to have” and these combinations of things makes them an easy catch. If a fish jumped in your boat, would you throw it back out to sea?? ShooooTTT I mean I love CatFish, but if some Salmon just jumped in my boat all wet and naked.. I am only a man ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Society + Media) = White women wanting Black Men x Black Men wanting the easy road =&lt;br /&gt;= Black Men Dating White Women&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. I love Black Women&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214061345220131423-4354711660257785658?l=corbinpickett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/feeds/4354711660257785658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/2009/05/why-black-men-love-white-women.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214061345220131423/posts/default/4354711660257785658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214061345220131423/posts/default/4354711660257785658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/2009/05/why-black-men-love-white-women.html' title='Why Black Men Love White Women..'/><author><name>RareSense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14747318854039134425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/S6rpqCSnE5I/AAAAAAAAACg/XSI8GsWMTsE/S220/IMG_5100yt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/Sh8KJ8tjuBI/AAAAAAAAABg/lwnEMYIOLbM/s72-c/Interracial_couple_beach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214061345220131423.post-3348629606225778839</id><published>2009-05-25T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T13:06:28.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is King..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/ShrzzSA_pKI/AAAAAAAAABY/07CQGdIrK8c/s1600-h/kvL.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339848370536031394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/ShrzzSA_pKI/AAAAAAAAABY/07CQGdIrK8c/s320/kvL.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to break it down and in the mist do NOT be surprised if I were to drop some knowledge on you. Hands down these are the Game's to MOST dominate individuals.. with honorable mentions extended to the Melo Man. No one in the game and no one to ever play the game can stop either of these players (No offense Joe Dumars and Scotty Pippen). So with no further adue lets get down to business.. Whos Better? Back to the basket neither are seen by no opposition, driving to the hole.. its a green light all day long for both of these gentlemen. Difference is.. Their pure ability to shoot the ball. King James has a range never before seen, but the consistancy of that of the Black Momba, is like that of a dagger to the heart.. Sure to kill! Kobe can rest his lorals on his shooting game, causing his defenders to guard both his drive and to respect his shot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out game 3 Orlando vs. Cavs. Hedu played a good foot and a half off of him the whole night, defence like that against Kobe is surely detremental! A team with great help defence ca aid in the slowing of leBron, but not Nay help can assist with Kobe. Houston had arguably the 2 BEST preimeter defenders in Shane and Artest, routating guarding Bryant, the other meanwhile in help and not to mention the bulldog Scola and the Tallest player in the League Yao Ming clogging up the Lane.. Yet still Kobe Bryant maintianed a scoring average throughout the series that was higher than that of his season average! Quite Impressive ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Key pointer as well.. Check out how often LeBron drives to the hole and creates a quality shot for himself but yet still ends up passing it off. No doubt the kid is a great passer but hey man, if u have a higher potential shot than the person your dumping it off to, then you (as a leader) got to take it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214061345220131423-3348629606225778839?l=corbinpickett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/feeds/3348629606225778839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/2009/05/who-is-king.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214061345220131423/posts/default/3348629606225778839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214061345220131423/posts/default/3348629606225778839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/2009/05/who-is-king.html' title='Who is King..'/><author><name>RareSense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14747318854039134425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/S6rpqCSnE5I/AAAAAAAAACg/XSI8GsWMTsE/S220/IMG_5100yt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/ShrzzSA_pKI/AAAAAAAAABY/07CQGdIrK8c/s72-c/kvL.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214061345220131423.post-982815419470505235</id><published>2009-05-15T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T09:12:15.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tmac Goes 1on1 wit DARFUR !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://withmalice.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/mcgrady.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 342px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 322px" alt="" src="http://withmalice.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/mcgrady.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.t-mac.com/tmac/index"&gt;http://www.t-mac.com/tmac/index&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;This is what I like to see, ppl with access taking advantage and doing some good!&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/2214061345220131423-982815419470505235?l=corbinpickett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/feeds/982815419470505235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/2009/05/tmac-goes-1on1-wit-darfur.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214061345220131423/posts/default/982815419470505235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214061345220131423/posts/default/982815419470505235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/2009/05/tmac-goes-1on1-wit-darfur.html' title='Tmac Goes 1on1 wit DARFUR !!'/><author><name>RareSense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14747318854039134425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/S6rpqCSnE5I/AAAAAAAAACg/XSI8GsWMTsE/S220/IMG_5100yt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214061345220131423.post-6722437678261554478</id><published>2009-05-15T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T09:07:43.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DaiLy TiD BiT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;"In the realm of relationships, one is rarely rewarded for doing what is right. He/She can only hope that the consequence is less that of doing the wrong."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Plz quote me lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214061345220131423-6722437678261554478?l=corbinpickett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/feeds/6722437678261554478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/2009/05/daily-tid-bit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214061345220131423/posts/default/6722437678261554478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214061345220131423/posts/default/6722437678261554478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/2009/05/daily-tid-bit.html' title='DaiLy TiD BiT'/><author><name>RareSense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14747318854039134425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/S6rpqCSnE5I/AAAAAAAAACg/XSI8GsWMTsE/S220/IMG_5100yt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214061345220131423.post-4622820883047341814</id><published>2009-05-15T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T08:05:13.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LasTesT PHoTo SHooT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/Sg2Eho63rTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/5hJPjPwJAv8/s1600-h/IMG_2783b+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336066846958791986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/Sg2Eho63rTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/5hJPjPwJAv8/s320/IMG_2783b+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336065457367689170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/Sg2DQwSiJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAk/em-WYFkXxAM/s320/IMG_3161+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/Sg2DBtyFs9I/AAAAAAAAAAc/wfJdVN5snE8/s1600-h/IMG_2802+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336065198996698066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/Sg2DBtyFs9I/AAAAAAAAAAc/wfJdVN5snE8/s320/IMG_2802+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2214061345220131423-4622820883047341814?l=corbinpickett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/feeds/4622820883047341814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/2009/05/lastest-shoot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214061345220131423/posts/default/4622820883047341814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214061345220131423/posts/default/4622820883047341814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/2009/05/lastest-shoot.html' title='LasTesT PHoTo SHooT'/><author><name>RareSense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14747318854039134425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/S6rpqCSnE5I/AAAAAAAAACg/XSI8GsWMTsE/S220/IMG_5100yt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/Sg2Eho63rTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/5hJPjPwJAv8/s72-c/IMG_2783b+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214061345220131423.post-2642605423999560059</id><published>2009-05-15T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T07:31:02.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Definition of "CooL"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Billy Ray Little:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;“The word cool is a personification of the Chinese ideal known as yin and yang, the perfect balance of life and the way... be like water, go around rocks don’t push… soon they’ll erode… cool equals change and growth. This can be applied in all aspects of life including swag, fashion etc.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214061345220131423-2642605423999560059?l=corbinpickett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/feeds/2642605423999560059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/2009/05/definition-of-cool.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214061345220131423/posts/default/2642605423999560059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214061345220131423/posts/default/2642605423999560059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corbinpickett.blogspot.com/2009/05/definition-of-cool.html' title='Definition of &quot;CooL&quot;'/><author><name>RareSense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14747318854039134425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syrjDznXyaY/S6rpqCSnE5I/AAAAAAAAACg/XSI8GsWMTsE/S220/IMG_5100yt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
