<?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-8276864498568757325</id><updated>2011-08-15T19:06:11.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamesbrulotte.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276864498568757325/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamesbrulotte.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Project 7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12414511612707670663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276864498568757325.post-7352591350988639411</id><published>2009-05-07T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T20:08:56.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I dunno</title><content type='html'>who i am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276864498568757325-7352591350988639411?l=jamesbrulotte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276864498568757325.post-6376822459571863838</id><published>2009-01-10T17:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T17:37:19.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>some more things, not to be understood.</title><content type='html'>in retaliation to the way you treated me i did one of the dumbest things imaginable.&lt;br /&gt;to get back at you for yelling at me, calling me names, throwing things at me; for all the things that i forced out of my head...&lt;br /&gt;for those things, the only thing that i felt i had to get back at you, the only thing that i knew effected you and pissed you off, was my grades.&lt;br /&gt;and so what did i do?&lt;br /&gt;as a 13 year old boy.&lt;br /&gt;the only thing i could think of.&lt;br /&gt;i stopped doing my homework.&lt;br /&gt;i always went to school.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to learn.&lt;br /&gt;when it came to testing i was the best in my class.&lt;br /&gt;and yet i failed out of school just to make you mad, just to get back at you for the way you made me feel.&lt;br /&gt;and now...&lt;br /&gt;i can already feel it haunting me.&lt;br /&gt;i regret everything in my highschool career.&lt;br /&gt;but i can also realize that it was my fault.&lt;br /&gt;it wasnt yours.&lt;br /&gt;its not your fault you are a shitty father.&lt;br /&gt;its not your fault your father was a shitty father.&lt;br /&gt;but it is your fault for not supporting me.&lt;br /&gt;and so everything i do in life will be to spite you.&lt;br /&gt;whether i fail or not it will be because i tried and failed of my own accord and i will know that you had nothing to do with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we must live with our own regrets.&lt;br /&gt;can you live with yours?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12414511612707670663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276864498568757325.post-2008727117923667451</id><published>2008-11-24T00:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T00:25:55.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i will not forgive you, instead i will dissapear and leave you with your guilt, the son you loved will be your only son...</title><content type='html'>its depression, i know it.&lt;br /&gt;it doesnt show, but its there.&lt;br /&gt;when you arent around, its a different me.&lt;br /&gt;and i think i know why.&lt;br /&gt;i havent purpose.&lt;br /&gt;you see, mankind for so long has done so much, been so active.&lt;br /&gt;but i was born into a time where this thing they call a warrior is something you only see in the movies.&lt;br /&gt;we have no war.&lt;br /&gt;no major struggle.&lt;br /&gt;all we have to fight against is our indecision when it comes to materialistic things.&lt;br /&gt;we choose our clothes, and our items to match what society and the media wants us to buy.&lt;br /&gt;people dont care about others they care about themselves, their appearance, and how famous they can become.&lt;br /&gt;there was once a time when fame meant doing something so courageous for ones people that history itself would not forget you.&lt;br /&gt;now it means how much money you have.&lt;br /&gt;or what movies youve been in.&lt;br /&gt;or how many people listen to your music.&lt;br /&gt;and so yes, i am depressed, i dont go more than a day when i stop and realize wasted this goddamn country is.&lt;br /&gt;i am depressed that the only way i can even think of being something in this world is to leave this country and take photos.&lt;br /&gt;war,&lt;br /&gt;poverty,&lt;br /&gt;starvation,&lt;br /&gt;this is what i want to endure,&lt;br /&gt;this is what i want the world to see,&lt;br /&gt;i believe the images i can capture may be able to change people, even if for one second,&lt;br /&gt;but first, i have to deal with so much of my own bullshit, which is selfish, yes, but i need to take care of some things before i can do what i have always dreamed of doing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276864498568757325-2008727117923667451?l=jamesbrulotte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamesbrulotte.blogspot.com/feeds/2008727117923667451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276864498568757325&amp;postID=2008727117923667451' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276864498568757325/posts/default/2008727117923667451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276864498568757325/posts/default/2008727117923667451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamesbrulotte.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-will-not-forgive-you-instead-i-will.html' title='i will not forgive you, instead i will dissapear and leave you with your guilt, the son you loved will be your only son...'/><author><name>Project 7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12414511612707670663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276864498568757325.post-8521436520455558038</id><published>2008-11-06T22:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T22:53:41.332-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The  inedible Pie</title><content type='html'>tomorrow's the day.&lt;br /&gt;my dad and brother are coming up this weekend to visit my grandparents,&lt;br /&gt;haha, what a coincidence.&lt;br /&gt;fuck.&lt;br /&gt;so tomorrow i will be spending the day with a good friend until i can hitch a ride from my grandpa to ellensburg.&lt;br /&gt;from there i will be picked up by Chris,&lt;br /&gt;and after that...&lt;br /&gt;Seans house?&lt;br /&gt;Jakes house?&lt;br /&gt;Austins house?&lt;br /&gt;i do not know.&lt;br /&gt;but i will be back this monday.&lt;br /&gt;and will be registering for classes at evergreen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has begun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276864498568757325-8521436520455558038?l=jamesbrulotte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276864498568757325.post-6240148126788830704</id><published>2008-11-05T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T01:51:40.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>growing.....falling....failing.....</title><content type='html'>i have been meaning to write something like this for a  long time...&lt;br /&gt;and if you think for one minute it will be me forgiving my dad...&lt;br /&gt;you are terribly wrong,&lt;br /&gt;though it has been about two months since i have seen him, which is really really nice.&lt;br /&gt;no, this is different.&lt;br /&gt;i apologized to alex this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;that was not easy.&lt;br /&gt;then went to visit lindsey.&lt;br /&gt;and after, to visit my grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;this weekend i will be applying at evergreen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, things are looking up.&lt;br /&gt;im finally out of my parents house,&lt;br /&gt;and more or less on my feet.&lt;br /&gt;stumbling, with crutches, but on my feet.&lt;br /&gt;and i owe that to three wonderful people.&lt;br /&gt;i dont feel i need to say their names here cause they know who they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i did a lot of thinking the other night, and i dont know if i can go through with traveling next summer.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know if i can risk losing the people i know here.&lt;br /&gt;i dont think i can leave them behind.&lt;br /&gt;i thought about it a lot.&lt;br /&gt;and i just dont think i can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm, and i am starting to realize that i may have a few things wrong with me, one which i cannot say here, and i think i may be depressed.&lt;br /&gt;i've seen these ads on tv, and i fit the profile to a T.&lt;br /&gt;but alas, i have no insurance and no money, so i cannot see a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you see, things are going well, and things arent going well.&lt;br /&gt;but at least im still alive....&lt;br /&gt;right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276864498568757325-6240148126788830704?l=jamesbrulotte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamesbrulotte.blogspot.com/feeds/6240148126788830704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276864498568757325&amp;postID=6240148126788830704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276864498568757325/posts/default/6240148126788830704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276864498568757325/posts/default/6240148126788830704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamesbrulotte.blogspot.com/2008/11/growingfallingfailing.html' title='growing.....falling....failing.....'/><author><name>Project 7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12414511612707670663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276864498568757325.post-5209875388609405183</id><published>2008-10-06T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T12:21:15.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good and Gone</title><content type='html'>finally i got out of the valley.&lt;br /&gt;moving onto better things and better people i hope.&lt;br /&gt;already i've made some awesome new friends.&lt;br /&gt;all while most dont even realize i've left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i go look for a job.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow i start looking for apartments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276864498568757325-5209875388609405183?l=jamesbrulotte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamesbrulotte.blogspot.com/feeds/5209875388609405183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276864498568757325&amp;postID=5209875388609405183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276864498568757325/posts/default/5209875388609405183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276864498568757325/posts/default/5209875388609405183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamesbrulotte.blogspot.com/2008/10/finally-i-got-out-of-valley.html' title='Good and Gone'/><author><name>Project 7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12414511612707670663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276864498568757325.post-2993910371949956662</id><published>2008-09-27T03:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T03:17:49.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>completely, alone.</title><content type='html'>and it hits me.&lt;br /&gt;just how worthless i am to you.&lt;br /&gt;the words you spew from your mouth to my ears&lt;br /&gt;are poison.&lt;br /&gt;you call me your son, but one does not treat his flesh and blood as thus.&lt;br /&gt;you speak of respect,&lt;br /&gt;and of love,&lt;br /&gt;and of this thing called family, well i have news for you, you fucker, FAMILY DOESNT TREAT EACHOTHER LIKE THIS!&lt;br /&gt;so call me what you will, but make sure from now on that it is NOT son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want you to crawl into a fucking ditch and die.&lt;br /&gt;you want me to leave so that your marriage can flourish, fine, i will leave, but when i do i will take your marriage with me until i get what you owe me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[yesterday my dad told me that his wife hates me for the way that i treat her and that if i dont leave then she is going to leave my dad....&lt;br /&gt;he told me to leave&lt;br /&gt;so much for family.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276864498568757325-2993910371949956662?l=jamesbrulotte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamesbrulotte.blogspot.com/feeds/2993910371949956662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276864498568757325&amp;postID=2993910371949956662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276864498568757325/posts/default/2993910371949956662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276864498568757325/posts/default/2993910371949956662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamesbrulotte.blogspot.com/2008/09/completely-alone.html' title='completely, alone.'/><author><name>Project 7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12414511612707670663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276864498568757325.post-8188087412277101386</id><published>2008-09-17T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T23:02:17.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fuck it. fuck it all.</title><content type='html'>you think this is easy?&lt;br /&gt;i have reached it.&lt;br /&gt;point A&lt;br /&gt;never quite got to B&lt;br /&gt;near it&lt;br /&gt;i could smell it&lt;br /&gt;almost taste it&lt;br /&gt;it was right there on the horizon.&lt;br /&gt;but its dissapeared again&lt;br /&gt;from sight,&lt;br /&gt;from taste,&lt;br /&gt;from sense.&lt;br /&gt;there is another place i could go,&lt;br /&gt;point C&lt;br /&gt;but i wouldnt like it there.&lt;br /&gt;which leads me to point Z&lt;br /&gt;and ultimately the end as we know it of James Scott Brulotte,&lt;br /&gt;the death of a sycophant.&lt;br /&gt;the rebirth of something greater and unknown.&lt;br /&gt;a man.&lt;br /&gt;a man forged of iron will and free spirit,&lt;br /&gt;not by women, rules, habits, or television.&lt;br /&gt;a leader,&lt;br /&gt;yet, a loner&lt;br /&gt;i am tired of people and their bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;kill me of it&lt;br /&gt;erase it all&lt;br /&gt;i want nothing to do with it&lt;br /&gt;any of it&lt;br /&gt;and so the next time you see this body...&lt;br /&gt;it wont be the person your eyes see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276864498568757325-8188087412277101386?l=jamesbrulotte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamesbrulotte.blogspot.com/feeds/8188087412277101386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276864498568757325&amp;postID=8188087412277101386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276864498568757325/posts/default/8188087412277101386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276864498568757325/posts/default/8188087412277101386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamesbrulotte.blogspot.com/2008/09/fuck-it-fuck-it-all.html' title='fuck it. fuck it all.'/><author><name>Project 7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12414511612707670663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276864498568757325.post-3069003472005848728</id><published>2008-08-28T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T00:30:17.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>animal</title><content type='html'>what am i doing?&lt;br /&gt;this is MY future.&lt;br /&gt;not yours.&lt;br /&gt;stop telling me what to do, i am no longer your child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am wallowing in nothingness, no pain, no love, nothing.&lt;br /&gt;the animal inside is trying to escape.&lt;br /&gt;instinct took over long ago.&lt;br /&gt;i want to taste flesh.&lt;br /&gt;feel that warm blood run down my jawline like it was supposed to.&lt;br /&gt;i have been made weak by this civilization.&lt;br /&gt;i want to kill.&lt;br /&gt;i want to feel freedom from this bullshit of modern thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this will never happen.&lt;br /&gt;you cant escape it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276864498568757325-3069003472005848728?l=jamesbrulotte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamesbrulotte.blogspot.com/feeds/3069003472005848728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276864498568757325&amp;postID=3069003472005848728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276864498568757325/posts/default/3069003472005848728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276864498568757325/posts/default/3069003472005848728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamesbrulotte.blogspot.com/2008/08/animal.html' title='animal'/><author><name>Project 7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12414511612707670663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276864498568757325.post-2095135110790115254</id><published>2008-08-15T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T12:04:28.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adobe</title><content type='html'>i have discovered some awesome new technologies last night.&lt;br /&gt;all from adobe.&lt;br /&gt;with the introduction of Flex AIR and all other Rich internet applications ive discovered some pretty cool stuff.&lt;br /&gt;one is a document writer, like word, called Buzzword.&lt;br /&gt;its online, you sign in and everything you need is right there.&lt;br /&gt;now whats cool is that you can save your stuff online and return to it later even on a different computer.&lt;br /&gt;wen you finish a document, you can then save it as a PDF file.&lt;br /&gt;another nifty little program i found is called ConnectNow.&lt;br /&gt;its a screen sharing service that allows hosts to show what they are doing on their computer to others.&lt;br /&gt;with this one i would rather show you how it works than explain it, so send me a message sometime and i will send you a request.&lt;br /&gt;keep in mind though that i can only have 3 people in a room at once.&lt;br /&gt;these are only two of the new technologies that ive found through adobe, and there are many more to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276864498568757325-2095135110790115254?l=jamesbrulotte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamesbrulotte.blogspot.com/feeds/2095135110790115254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276864498568757325&amp;postID=2095135110790115254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276864498568757325/posts/default/2095135110790115254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276864498568757325/posts/default/2095135110790115254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamesbrulotte.blogspot.com/2008/08/adobe.html' title='Adobe'/><author><name>Project 7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12414511612707670663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276864498568757325.post-4483525582886546997</id><published>2008-08-12T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T14:33:04.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>they came.</title><content type='html'>last night i had the most realistic dream.&lt;br /&gt;i was standing on the edge of a lake, alex brian and myself.&lt;br /&gt;when someone screamed.&lt;br /&gt;and i looked up.&lt;br /&gt;when i saw about 40 military jets coming towards us.&lt;br /&gt;blazing fast and carrying a vast amount of firepower.&lt;br /&gt;as they neared one dropped the largest bomb i've ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;watching that in slow motion...&lt;br /&gt;those ten seconds...&lt;br /&gt;of hoping it wont detonate...&lt;br /&gt;looking at alex...&lt;br /&gt;then to the lake...&lt;br /&gt;seeing it hit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then waking up.&lt;br /&gt;what it meas i couldnt tell you.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps something lifechanging (college)&lt;br /&gt;perhaps the end of something (family)&lt;br /&gt;perhaps a string of events that i cannot change, and that are way out of my control.&lt;br /&gt;i cant know, until it happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276864498568757325-4483525582886546997?l=jamesbrulotte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamesbrulotte.blogspot.com/feeds/4483525582886546997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276864498568757325&amp;postID=4483525582886546997' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276864498568757325/posts/default/4483525582886546997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276864498568757325/posts/default/4483525582886546997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamesbrulotte.blogspot.com/2008/08/they-came.html' title='they came.'/><author><name>Project 7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12414511612707670663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276864498568757325.post-2140264612747237156</id><published>2008-08-11T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T22:37:14.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Accepted....</title><content type='html'>al of my thanks go to Alex's parents on this one for all their help.&lt;br /&gt;my own parents however, nothing.&lt;br /&gt;they dont deserve so much as to say that they are proud of me.&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;what the fuck have they done to help?&lt;br /&gt;they discourage me and tell me that i shouldnt go, that i will be digging myself a hole.&lt;br /&gt;well fuck 'em.&lt;br /&gt;these are not my parents.&lt;br /&gt;they are an obstacle.&lt;br /&gt;and once i have passed it i will be done with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cannot simply describe to you my mood.&lt;br /&gt;i was happy about my newfound glory.&lt;br /&gt;they always find ways to stop it.&lt;br /&gt;why cant they just be FUCKING HAPPY WITH ME FOR ONCE?????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276864498568757325-2140264612747237156?l=jamesbrulotte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamesbrulotte.blogspot.com/feeds/2140264612747237156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276864498568757325&amp;postID=2140264612747237156' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276864498568757325/posts/default/2140264612747237156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276864498568757325/posts/default/2140264612747237156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamesbrulotte.blogspot.com/2008/08/accepted.html' title='Accepted....'/><author><name>Project 7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12414511612707670663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276864498568757325.post-7116752700331462244</id><published>2008-08-03T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T12:30:29.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>i now understand why people kill other people, or do insane things.&lt;br /&gt;it is now clear to me how someone can commit such a thing as murder.&lt;br /&gt;i am, right now, wishing i could do so.&lt;br /&gt;but one thing remains,&lt;br /&gt;my own sanity, and conscience.&lt;br /&gt;i have no family.&lt;br /&gt;that ended today.&lt;br /&gt;they are all dead.&lt;br /&gt;figuratively speaking.&lt;br /&gt;i hate them all so damn much.&lt;br /&gt;they speak of how i abandoned them,&lt;br /&gt;and how much of an asshole i am to them,&lt;br /&gt;and how i dont deserve to live with them,&lt;br /&gt;well someday i will return the favour,&lt;br /&gt;when they are sick and dying,&lt;br /&gt;i will ten thousand miles away,&lt;br /&gt;and that day will be a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have become a firm believer in "what doesn't kill you, makes your stronger"&lt;br /&gt;people wonder why i am not effected by things, or why i don't "love" anyone or "trust" anyone,&lt;br /&gt;its because of the shit I've been put through with my "family"&lt;br /&gt;i have learned, from them that you cannot trust any human being,&lt;br /&gt;i have also learned that those who are supposed to love you, can EPICLY FUCKING FAIL.&lt;br /&gt;and can do so frequently.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276864498568757325-7116752700331462244?l=jamesbrulotte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamesbrulotte.blogspot.com/feeds/7116752700331462244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276864498568757325&amp;postID=7116752700331462244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276864498568757325/posts/default/7116752700331462244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276864498568757325/posts/default/7116752700331462244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamesbrulotte.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Project 7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12414511612707670663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276864498568757325.post-1447784644524457496</id><published>2008-07-31T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T01:41:51.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FUUUUUUUCK!!</title><content type='html'>without pain we cannot feel&lt;br /&gt;i am spending a long time trying to feel as much pain as possible&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;because it reminds me that i CAN feel&lt;br /&gt;even if it isnt good, which we often forget the feeling of&lt;br /&gt;i have forgotten good&lt;br /&gt;that feeling is beyond me&lt;br /&gt;but i can vaguely remember that sweet solace&lt;br /&gt;why i gave that up i still cant figure out&lt;br /&gt;i need you back&lt;br /&gt;though i fear i still may not be thinking straight&lt;br /&gt;when am i, eh?&lt;br /&gt;i hope forgiveness will ensue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love that feeling of total aloneness in the dark&lt;br /&gt;letting the silence fill me&lt;br /&gt;then breaking it&lt;br /&gt;and letting everything out&lt;br /&gt;the most fulfilling thing in this world&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276864498568757325-1447784644524457496?l=jamesbrulotte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamesbrulotte.blogspot.com/feeds/1447784644524457496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276864498568757325&amp;postID=1447784644524457496' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276864498568757325/posts/default/1447784644524457496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276864498568757325/posts/default/1447784644524457496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamesbrulotte.blogspot.com/2008/07/fuuuuuuuck.html' title='FUUUUUUUCK!!'/><author><name>Project 7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12414511612707670663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276864498568757325.post-6599912108586428204</id><published>2008-07-28T19:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T20:09:36.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this fall is goin to be amazing as hell...</title><content type='html'>i simply cannot wait for college.&lt;br /&gt;if i get in that is.&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait to get away from the people i have come to know.&lt;br /&gt;i need to be around new people.&lt;br /&gt;im tired of knowing most of who i do now.&lt;br /&gt;i want to be totally free.&lt;br /&gt;not have to worry about people and their bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;i want to travel and try new things.&lt;br /&gt;i want to experience life, in its fullest.&lt;br /&gt;i no longer long for warmth, or fear being alone.&lt;br /&gt;i am used to it.&lt;br /&gt;i've been abandoned by my family, arent they supposed to be here through thick and thin?&lt;br /&gt;well, thats what they say.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know where i am going with this, so im done for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276864498568757325-6599912108586428204?l=jamesbrulotte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamesbrulotte.blogspot.com/feeds/6599912108586428204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276864498568757325&amp;postID=6599912108586428204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276864498568757325/posts/default/6599912108586428204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276864498568757325/posts/default/6599912108586428204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamesbrulotte.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-fall-is-goin-to-be-amazing-as-hell.html' title='this fall is goin to be amazing as hell...'/><author><name>Project 7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12414511612707670663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276864498568757325.post-8444350287257987191</id><published>2008-07-22T02:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T02:44:59.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HERE'S THE TRUTH</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;here it is, the truth, in full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cling to people because i am terrified of being alone.&lt;br /&gt;i have loved few people and made love to fewer.&lt;br /&gt;there are things that make me feel good, and the same brings me down.&lt;br /&gt;i cannot feel good, without feeling bad.&lt;br /&gt;i feel too much hate too feel too little love.&lt;br /&gt;i bleed just like you.&lt;br /&gt;yes, i feel it, but it is tolerated, because that is what i have come to know.&lt;br /&gt;if you try to know me you will fail.&lt;br /&gt;i enjoy sunsets more than the sunrise, but both remind me that there is a beginning and an end.&lt;br /&gt;there is no such thing as a true friend, or love at first sight.&lt;br /&gt;when i LOVE something, there is no changing that.&lt;br /&gt;i enjoy stealing things, its a rush.&lt;br /&gt;there are only three people i have ever been infatuated with, one is dead, one has a boyfriend, and the last may be a  mistake.&lt;br /&gt;i cannot control myself.&lt;br /&gt;i have no family.&lt;br /&gt;i've few friends.&lt;br /&gt;i have no home.&lt;br /&gt;i would rather listen to signal noise than most music.&lt;br /&gt;someday soon i am going to lose it.&lt;br /&gt;i've been saying that for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;but that day can only get closer.&lt;br /&gt;i want to know what death feels like.&lt;br /&gt;oftentimes i wish to be in a car wreck.&lt;br /&gt;i want to destroy something big.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow these words will remain, but i wont be the same.&lt;br /&gt;i change too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chances are you dont care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276864498568757325-8444350287257987191?l=jamesbrulotte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamesbrulotte.blogspot.com/feeds/8444350287257987191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276864498568757325&amp;postID=8444350287257987191' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276864498568757325/posts/default/8444350287257987191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276864498568757325/posts/default/8444350287257987191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamesbrulotte.blogspot.com/2008/07/heres-truth.html' title='HERE&apos;S THE TRUTH'/><author><name>Project 7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12414511612707670663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276864498568757325.post-5018814112201250864</id><published>2008-03-03T17:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T17:55:33.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>look into my eyes....</title><content type='html'>tell me what it is thats worth living for, cause at this moment i dont see what is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276864498568757325-5018814112201250864?l=jamesbrulotte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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