<?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-2851522353548546611</id><updated>2011-12-03T18:45:53.334-05:00</updated><category term='Playhouse square'/><category term='Silence This Voice'/><category term='The Hampshire EP'/><category term='Michael David Grepp'/><category term='immortal technique'/><category term='Personals Uncut'/><category term='Kennedy&apos;s theater'/><category term='Appearance'/><category term='Hampshire EP'/><category term='michael grepp'/><category term='welcome sesame'/><title type='text'>ManWhoCriedSheep</title><subtitle type='html'>This is an outlet, not the kind you plug your electrical devices into, but instead a means to connect with those who have disconnected from reality in favor of the surreal life, the surreality that is broadcasted daily from the top of the highest towers, forced fed lines that will only be used to line your empty head with flutters and flys of cobwebs and lonely.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manwhocriedsheep.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2851522353548546611/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manwhocriedsheep.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ManWhoCriedSheep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17990188784052233727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMLuLD4foBQ/ShA6oc6-g6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZhYPiEzIy1M/S220/andrews_follie.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2851522353548546611.post-8952894122428193984</id><published>2011-07-29T18:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T18:45:53.354-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michael David Grepp'/><title type='text'>California Dreamin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/281823_10150240797306053_653471052_7845473_8253331_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have recently taken the long arduous trip to California and have now made Los Angeles my permanent residence.  Enjoy the latest track I have recorded as a California treat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't Poison My Well Being&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="81" width="100%"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="https://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F20941857"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed allowscriptaccess="always" height="81" src="https://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F20941857" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="100%"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;  &lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://soundcloud.com/michaeldavidgrepp/dont-poison-my-wellbeing"&gt;Don't Poison My Wellbeing&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://soundcloud.com/michaeldavidgrepp"&gt;michaeldavidgrepp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2851522353548546611-8952894122428193984?l=manwhocriedsheep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manwhocriedsheep.blogspot.com/feeds/8952894122428193984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manwhocriedsheep.blogspot.com/2011/07/california-dreamin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2851522353548546611/posts/default/8952894122428193984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2851522353548546611/posts/default/8952894122428193984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manwhocriedsheep.blogspot.com/2011/07/california-dreamin.html' title='California Dreamin&apos;'/><author><name>ManWhoCriedSheep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17990188784052233727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMLuLD4foBQ/ShA6oc6-g6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZhYPiEzIy1M/S220/andrews_follie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2851522353548546611.post-8086274996770345028</id><published>2011-05-04T20:44:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T03:18:05.560-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michael David Grepp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='michael grepp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Hampshire EP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Silence This Voice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hampshire EP'/><title type='text'>The Hampshire EP</title><content type='html'>As some of you may be aware I temporarily left Cleveland in January to graduate from Miami of Ohio, I'm officially done with school and finally graduating, at this immediate moment I am finishing the Hampshire EP and will be releasing it this summer, as once I began my acting career this past March I had to postpone much of my recordings and push back the release date.  Anyways here is a finished track that I have yet to release, and stay tuned for more updates and information as I get closer to a release date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Silence This Voice&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="81" width="100%"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F10821953"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed allowscriptaccess="always" height="81" src="http://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F10821953" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="100%"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;  &lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://soundcloud.com/michaeldavidgrepp/silence-this-voice"&gt;Silence This Voice&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://soundcloud.com/michaeldavidgrepp"&gt;michaeldavidgrepp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is important to me in the sense that it was one of the first that allowed me to really capture what it means to be people and to relate to each other, and the distances and walls people create from each other, and their attempts at silencing and hurting others, particularly those who seek to express or show the truth.  The differences between you and me are so minute, compared to the near infinitude of similarities we all share.  This song addresses this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/179216_483523531052_653471052_6570369_1502013_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(A California dream, and a window of opportunity)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2851522353548546611-8086274996770345028?l=manwhocriedsheep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manwhocriedsheep.blogspot.com/feeds/8086274996770345028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manwhocriedsheep.blogspot.com/2011/05/hampshire-ep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2851522353548546611/posts/default/8086274996770345028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2851522353548546611/posts/default/8086274996770345028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manwhocriedsheep.blogspot.com/2011/05/hampshire-ep.html' title='The Hampshire EP'/><author><name>ManWhoCriedSheep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17990188784052233727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMLuLD4foBQ/ShA6oc6-g6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZhYPiEzIy1M/S220/andrews_follie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2851522353548546611.post-3085032830187920221</id><published>2010-11-12T10:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T18:12:42.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Slap Happy</title><content type='html'>Check out this Big Jones productions film starring yours truly and various talent from the greater Cleveland area and the Houde School of Acting.  It is an improvised "office style" comedy titled Slap Happy.  Enjoy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hhCc7b0c30c?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hhCc7b0c30c?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2851522353548546611-3085032830187920221?l=manwhocriedsheep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manwhocriedsheep.blogspot.com/feeds/3085032830187920221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manwhocriedsheep.blogspot.com/2010/11/slap-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2851522353548546611/posts/default/3085032830187920221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2851522353548546611/posts/default/3085032830187920221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manwhocriedsheep.blogspot.com/2010/11/slap-happy.html' title='Slap Happy'/><author><name>ManWhoCriedSheep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17990188784052233727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMLuLD4foBQ/ShA6oc6-g6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZhYPiEzIy1M/S220/andrews_follie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2851522353548546611.post-1251139137054520440</id><published>2010-09-27T17:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T17:47:15.308-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Digital Analogy</title><content type='html'>We will throw away our mobility&lt;br /&gt;Turn off the computing possibility&lt;br /&gt;Leave the tone of the ring behind&lt;br /&gt;Take two pairs of clothes&lt;br /&gt;One for the sun&lt;br /&gt;One for the rain&lt;br /&gt;Entertain nothing but the freedom we retain&lt;br /&gt;We will run away&lt;br /&gt;Travel by foot&lt;br /&gt;One right before&lt;br /&gt;One left behind&lt;br /&gt;Two of a kind&lt;br /&gt;To pattern a path to find&lt;br /&gt;A purpose to right life in a left world behind &lt;br /&gt;And the drone of our pace will echo &lt;br /&gt;the empty hole of these social constraints &lt;br /&gt;That is the life we choose to sample&lt;br /&gt;A travesty to emulate&lt;br /&gt;To have been shown an example&lt;br /&gt;Paths led to consecrate &lt;br /&gt;Where understanding is ample&lt;br /&gt;Where happiness isn’t fate&lt;br /&gt;Travel by foot&lt;br /&gt;One right before&lt;br /&gt;One left behind&lt;br /&gt;Two of a kind&lt;br /&gt;To pattern a path to find&lt;br /&gt;A purpose to right life in a left world behind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2851522353548546611-1251139137054520440?l=manwhocriedsheep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manwhocriedsheep.blogspot.com/feeds/1251139137054520440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manwhocriedsheep.blogspot.com/2010/09/digital-analogy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2851522353548546611/posts/default/1251139137054520440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2851522353548546611/posts/default/1251139137054520440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manwhocriedsheep.blogspot.com/2010/09/digital-analogy.html' title='Digital Analogy'/><author><name>Michael Grepp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818540047804816642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1enPhC1OtmM/ShBns1l01SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NHhLU9SqwUU/S220/Photo+15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2851522353548546611.post-8991457609024698559</id><published>2010-08-13T16:45:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T01:11:30.918-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Playhouse square'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='michael grepp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personals Uncut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kennedy&apos;s theater'/><title type='text'>Personals Uncut</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.pluggedincleveland.com/events/images/12785983111.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last 5 months I have begun to get involved in acting in the Cleveland area.  This Saturday and next saturday I will be appearing in a comedic play titled &lt;a href="http://www.personalsuncut.com"&gt; Personals Uncut&lt;/a&gt; at the Kennedy Theater in Playhouse square.  You can purchase tickets via the playhouse square box office, over the phone, and I believe online as well.  The play will be showing Saturday August 14th at 7 and 10pm and Saturday August 21st at 7 and 10pm, it should be a very funny night so make sure to grab a ticket if you can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the write up for it:&lt;br /&gt;"Personals Uncut is an original play that explores today's best venue for meeting singles – online dating! The show is performed as a series of monologues that consists of two acts. Personals Uncut gives the audience an uncensored glimpse into the world of online dating. The cast portrays a wide range of colorful characters that gives the audience a taste of what's "out there" without having to type in a screenname. From the comfort of your velvet seat in the theatre, you are introduced to twenty-one eligible 'singles' looking for love (well mostly). So whether you’re curious as to what you might be missing or you’re an experienced cyber-dater, it will definitely be one hilarious night out! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs273.snc4/39996_411785781052_653471052_5310341_6176743_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2851522353548546611-8991457609024698559?l=manwhocriedsheep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manwhocriedsheep.blogspot.com/feeds/8991457609024698559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manwhocriedsheep.blogspot.com/2010/08/personals-uncut.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2851522353548546611/posts/default/8991457609024698559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2851522353548546611/posts/default/8991457609024698559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manwhocriedsheep.blogspot.com/2010/08/personals-uncut.html' title='Personals Uncut'/><author><name>Michael Grepp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818540047804816642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1enPhC1OtmM/ShBns1l01SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NHhLU9SqwUU/S220/Photo+15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2851522353548546611.post-979826962851188667</id><published>2010-05-11T12:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T12:53:09.732-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='michael grepp'/><title type='text'>Michael Grepp at the Agora</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs559.snc3/30573_380888071052_653471052_4488894_2612519_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While this is somewhat late in terms of posting, the show at the Agora went great with a fantastic turnout for myself and the other bands playing.  Again I would like to thank everyone who came and remind everyone to keep their eyes and ears on the lookout for The Hampshire EP and anymore shows I will be playing in the future!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2851522353548546611-979826962851188667?l=manwhocriedsheep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manwhocriedsheep.blogspot.com/feeds/979826962851188667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manwhocriedsheep.blogspot.com/2010/05/michael-grepp-at-agora.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2851522353548546611/posts/default/979826962851188667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2851522353548546611/posts/default/979826962851188667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manwhocriedsheep.blogspot.com/2010/05/michael-grepp-at-agora.html' title='Michael Grepp at the Agora'/><author><name>Michael Grepp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818540047804816642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1enPhC1OtmM/ShBns1l01SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NHhLU9SqwUU/S220/Photo+15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2851522353548546611.post-4828454907429963433</id><published>2010-04-26T16:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T16:42:54.345-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Agora Ballroom April 30th</title><content type='html'>This friday April 30th I will be playing a show at the Agora Ballroom in downtown Cleveland.  The Agora has been host to some of the best and most talented acts in Cleveland for quite some time, and I am honored and very excited at the opportunity to play at this venue.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be several other bands playing on friday with the doors opening at 7pm and myself going on at 9pm.  You may contact me for tickets, which are 8 dollars a piece.  I believe cover at the door will be more if you decide to show up later.  I will be playing a 30 minute setlist which will consist of me and my acoustic guitar, and also a piano.  Anymore questions or information just get in touch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.clevelandagora.com/images/facilities/Theatre-from-Mix-Position.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2851522353548546611-4828454907429963433?l=manwhocriedsheep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manwhocriedsheep.blogspot.com/feeds/4828454907429963433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manwhocriedsheep.blogspot.com/2010/04/agora-ballroom-april-30th.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2851522353548546611/posts/default/4828454907429963433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2851522353548546611/posts/default/4828454907429963433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manwhocriedsheep.blogspot.com/2010/04/agora-ballroom-april-30th.html' title='The Agora Ballroom April 30th'/><author><name>Michael Grepp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818540047804816642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1enPhC1OtmM/ShBns1l01SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NHhLU9SqwUU/S220/Photo+15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2851522353548546611.post-6517099749825445596</id><published>2010-04-13T23:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T23:22:34.279-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Tracks Released!</title><content type='html'>As of today I have now officially released the first three tracks from my upcoming CD The Hampshire EP, you can find them on this site in the top right corner, or on my myspace as well, myspace.com/michaelgrepp .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The album is near full completion in terms of recording, and merely has some tweaking to be done, then mixing and mastering, and it should be for sale on CD Baby and iTunes by the end of the summer, with a CD release party to accompany it, with a time and location yet to be released.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sure to check things out here as I will be constantly updating, thanks again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Michael Grepp&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2851522353548546611-6517099749825445596?l=manwhocriedsheep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manwhocriedsheep.blogspot.com/feeds/6517099749825445596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manwhocriedsheep.blogspot.com/2010/04/three-tracks-released.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2851522353548546611/posts/default/6517099749825445596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2851522353548546611/posts/default/6517099749825445596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manwhocriedsheep.blogspot.com/2010/04/three-tracks-released.html' title='Three Tracks Released!'/><author><name>Michael Grepp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818540047804816642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1enPhC1OtmM/ShBns1l01SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NHhLU9SqwUU/S220/Photo+15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2851522353548546611.post-8759722564260781612</id><published>2010-03-24T20:09:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T21:06:31.375-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hampshire EP</title><content type='html'>I am currently recording an 8 song EP to be released later this year which should feature old and new songs all written and recorded by yours truly.  I have 5 songs currently completely recorded with only polishing and slight tweaking needed to be done, with two more that should be finished by the end of next week.  There is only one song that will be a challenge because I will have to get access to a full fledged recording studio versus my own home studio that is quite suitable for what I am doing at the moment but difficult for a full band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This album will be mostly acoustic in nature focusing on soundscapes and vocals, with subtle layering of environments and little hidden gems of tasty sound that should leave you quite interested and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will begin posting samples when I get closer to mixing and mastering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Track list:&lt;br /&gt;1.) An Introduction To The Problem&lt;br /&gt;2.) Alone In The Library&lt;br /&gt;3.) The Boy Who Caught A Crow&lt;br /&gt;4.) Silence This Voice&lt;br /&gt;5.) Be Patient&lt;br /&gt;6.) Classical Blues&lt;br /&gt;7.) Paves The Way &lt;br /&gt;8.) An Instrumental Exit For The Solution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Michael Grepp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs401.snc3/24317_370609531052_653471052_4232751_6491592_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2851522353548546611-8759722564260781612?l=manwhocriedsheep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manwhocriedsheep.blogspot.com/feeds/8759722564260781612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manwhocriedsheep.blogspot.com/2010/03/hampshire-ep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2851522353548546611/posts/default/8759722564260781612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2851522353548546611/posts/default/8759722564260781612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manwhocriedsheep.blogspot.com/2010/03/hampshire-ep.html' title='The Hampshire EP'/><author><name>ManWhoCriedSheep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17990188784052233727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMLuLD4foBQ/ShA6oc6-g6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZhYPiEzIy1M/S220/andrews_follie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2851522353548546611.post-6778794121267854898</id><published>2010-02-25T05:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T05:49:15.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>this ground is not the rock I thought it to be</title><content type='html'>These words are a physical manifestation of my current state of consciousness, my current stream of consciousness; meandering, wandering, picking up sticks and leaves, like shapes and sounds.  Flowing to the tips of my fingers, bubbling brooks of constant change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet the reflection stays the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could build a damn to block this, to harness this, to capture this power, a force of nature.  Starve those who feed from the tributaries, the underground wells that capture the run off, the ground storing it for a dry spell.  Ultimately it is a choice, your choice, to tame the wild rapid, to flood the running waters, or to damn it all to hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2851522353548546611-6778794121267854898?l=manwhocriedsheep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manwhocriedsheep.blogspot.com/feeds/6778794121267854898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manwhocriedsheep.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-ground-is-not-rock-i-thought-it-to.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2851522353548546611/posts/default/6778794121267854898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2851522353548546611/posts/default/6778794121267854898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manwhocriedsheep.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-ground-is-not-rock-i-thought-it-to.html' title='this ground is not the rock I thought it to be'/><author><name>Michael Grepp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818540047804816642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1enPhC1OtmM/ShBns1l01SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NHhLU9SqwUU/S220/Photo+15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2851522353548546611.post-1227943217454414542</id><published>2010-01-13T17:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T17:49:27.257-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusion</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0qGB9jVAZyo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0qGB9jVAZyo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2851522353548546611-1227943217454414542?l=manwhocriedsheep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manwhocriedsheep.blogspot.com/feeds/1227943217454414542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manwhocriedsheep.blogspot.com/2010/01/confusion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2851522353548546611/posts/default/1227943217454414542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2851522353548546611/posts/default/1227943217454414542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manwhocriedsheep.blogspot.com/2010/01/confusion.html' title='Confusion'/><author><name>Michael Grepp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818540047804816642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1enPhC1OtmM/ShBns1l01SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NHhLU9SqwUU/S220/Photo+15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2851522353548546611.post-3952010161730276474</id><published>2010-01-09T00:41:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T01:35:57.674-05:00</updated><title type='text'>taking the next stage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ChamorroBible.org/images/photos/gpw-200702-01-UnitedStates-DefenseVisualCenter-DNST9300642.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 532px;" src="http://ChamorroBible.org/images/photos/gpw-200702-01-UnitedStates-DefenseVisualCenter-DNST9300642.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally residing over an audience with a perfected resolve, commanding a perfected spotlight with a flick of my wrist I could warp the light around me to cover myself with shadows, &lt;b&gt;I could disappear&lt;/b&gt;.  It worked with such a perfection that through the refraction of light, there was no reflection, instead staring straight through being and nothingness to only truthfulness:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;"What I once thought was my reflection of a better half, if not an equal of parts, turned only &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;to be a bitter half.  Staring down the shadow of myself in all this proved its disappearance."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I reflected upon this, in fair realization of the feigned pain left soaking into the soil below, speaking out loud with an inflection that conveyed the mightiest of misty eyed heat, the moisture from my breath carried away like ovens of convection, its currents to pour out onto humid shores:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"There are warmer places than this, sand filled spaces in between the toes, places that are hard to reach because it takes time to get their &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;(but not what they own)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;, flash floods &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;overwhelm the needy fauna.  It is the millennia stream that erodes the grandest of canyons to reach its ultimate gravitational goal of eroding untrodden &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;grounds with new feet to place on hidden beaches;  T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;here are warmer people than this, shouting from the tops of spires, of steeples, whilst the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;mired &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and wicked, mucked masses of misery lie tucked in blanket-less sleep"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two-tossing their mimicking mouths to make the sounds and syllables your fathers would hold with such despair.  In shock and utter dis-repair as they realize they have sold their daughters into unbound servitude, lacking dotted signed lines of pre conceived nuptials.  It is not about making your happiness your own anymore, you are not yourself, you are the collective wishes, hopes, and dreams of lost love forged years before your birth.  An abortion sold at the collective joining of the gametes, never surging into existence to define your own, but left right inside nothing, marching the vapid vacuous void of hate like an unfinished portrait, wishing for god to fill the lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is each generation truly of such decadence?  Each aged with year decay lacking a creed, the command to careen their lost sails into winds able to carry, alone in this lie I will bury, no.  I am no longer alone, and there is no burden or lie I carry, but instead a history lesson past learned, present forgotten, and a future that won't be repeated.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;"Fool me once, shame on me, fool me twice, shame on me, with this the realization that the worst of my own, I am, and this is thine enemy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Taking the next stage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2851522353548546611-3952010161730276474?l=manwhocriedsheep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manwhocriedsheep.blogspot.com/feeds/3952010161730276474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manwhocriedsheep.blogspot.com/2010/01/taking-next-stage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2851522353548546611/posts/default/3952010161730276474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2851522353548546611/posts/default/3952010161730276474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manwhocriedsheep.blogspot.com/2010/01/taking-next-stage.html' title='taking the next stage'/><author><name>Michael Grepp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818540047804816642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1enPhC1OtmM/ShBns1l01SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NHhLU9SqwUU/S220/Photo+15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2851522353548546611.post-9220297042584420489</id><published>2009-12-28T04:05:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T04:11:12.245-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays</title><content type='html'>This is a short placeholder for me to recall that which I am thankful for and my overall joy that is important to be both reminded of and to reflect upon during the holidays.  It's easy to get caught up in day-to-day nonsense and drama and the unimportant problems and shortcomings, losing sight of the big picture, than it is to truly be thankful and appreciative both for this gift of life and the living of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understanding this isn't thanksgiving, but closer to a new year, and I cannot wait for the end of 2009.  Not to focus on the negative as previously stated, 2009 has not been very good to me, but to quote Nietzsche strength comes through wounding, what doesn't kill me makes me stronger, ah yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will get back to improving this but the importance of sleep supersedes all else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holidays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs156.snc3/18334_556235138316_15504603_32464073_5577464_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Random holiday party of a friend, felt its worthwhile posting!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2851522353548546611-9220297042584420489?l=manwhocriedsheep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manwhocriedsheep.blogspot.com/feeds/9220297042584420489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manwhocriedsheep.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-holidays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2851522353548546611/posts/default/9220297042584420489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2851522353548546611/posts/default/9220297042584420489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manwhocriedsheep.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy Holidays'/><author><name>ManWhoCriedSheep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17990188784052233727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMLuLD4foBQ/ShA6oc6-g6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZhYPiEzIy1M/S220/andrews_follie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2851522353548546611.post-2949178014056195866</id><published>2009-10-03T02:43:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T03:00:23.131-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='immortal technique'/><title type='text'>Item of Interest (I met immortal technique)</title><content type='html'>The other night I went to my first concert in awhile, with the last concert I went to being Coldplay in Cincinnati.  I would say oh lolz well I have been to shows in which i have played, however that would be mildly self indulging in terms of promoting the fact I am a struggling musician, and the fact that its just silly.  The fact that I ended up stating this regardless doesn't make me much better ha, but it doesn't matter much to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to take a less pretentious approach to this writing, and maybe I will begin dedicating it more to my music and general updates on what I am trying to record and my current direction.  I have an audition in Boston in several weeks which places a large amount of weight on my future direction musically and collegiately, so I'm unsure of where to begin and where I will end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I went and met Immortal Technique after seeing him and his posse in concert:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs204.snc1/7132_138461429333_500844333_2376048_5212667_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've met "famous" musicians before, and consider myself quite close with several people who I think may really go somewhere in the future, so I wouldn't necessarily say I am "star struck", I've met Matthew Good a bunch of times (famous canadian musician) and eventually managed to upset him through questions and commentary via email haha.  I even managed to start a controversy a couple years ago with several members of Circa Survive prompting Anthony Green to send me several messages from his own myspace, it was actually pretty funny, (it involved them trying to get their fans to sign up for some promo site about an iphone and me kind of shooting it down on their blog, which started this big controversy causing them to write another blog about it) anyways its silly, but unfortunately I have a history of being the iconoclast and drawing a lot of positive or negative attention for my opinions and views on things.  Anyways!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In regards to Immortal Technique, his stage presence is phenomenal.  If you're familiar with his music, its quite powerful socio-politically, and addresses social, cultural, and political issues of both minorities and the majority.  He's a bit of a conspiracy theorist and slight "radical" in some terms it's difficult for me to elaborate as I'm not 100% sure how much of what he does is "for show", but he's pretty intense and outspoken so I don't want to diminish or patronize him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways it was a pretty good show, quite intense, and his message is something worth listening to "viva la revolucion", I think he prescribes to the common mantra of think for yourself, question authority, and just the overall importance of people to believe in themselves and others.  I'd have to elaborate but its kind of difficult unless you're familiar with his music.  Check him out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.myspace.com/immortaltechnique&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2851522353548546611-2949178014056195866?l=manwhocriedsheep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manwhocriedsheep.blogspot.com/feeds/2949178014056195866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manwhocriedsheep.blogspot.com/2009/10/item-of-interest-i-met-immortal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2851522353548546611/posts/default/2949178014056195866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2851522353548546611/posts/default/2949178014056195866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manwhocriedsheep.blogspot.com/2009/10/item-of-interest-i-met-immortal.html' title='Item of Interest (I met immortal technique)'/><author><name>Michael Grepp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818540047804816642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1enPhC1OtmM/ShBns1l01SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NHhLU9SqwUU/S220/Photo+15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2851522353548546611.post-3515430856468336324</id><published>2009-08-11T03:18:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T08:34:55.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs187.snc1/6255_509269238236_3500083_30338837_1090833_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could express the beauty I see and the hope I hold.  I once told someone my love for humanity is the reason I am alive, and what I meant by that is life isn't worth living unless you have something worth living for, and I would quickly say this is my love of my family and friends.  And yet here I sit in front of a metal and plastic device, artificially conveying a digitized means of communication that is completely devoid of actual emotion or humanity, save what one can discern from these words.  And if I do not count the several people I talked to on the phone today, or the clerk at the grocery store, the only face to face interpersonal relations I had today were between my Roommate and one of my professors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under normal conditions, such as my previous semester at school, or if I was living where I grew up, my encounters and interactions would be much different.  I will say that my current situation I exist in is representative in terms of it being an outlier, not representational of a normal day, week, or month.  But regardless it speaks volumes about how some of us live, as a greater degree of my contact is through the realms of social networking or online communication.  I do not see our new degree of interconnectedness and ability to communicate as a positive thing.  I believe our contact is watered down through impersonal implementations that remove the humanity from talk.  One can have enjoyable, engaging conversations on the phone, and the barrier produced by the plastic wireless device isn't the worst.  However the ease at which we can IM, facebook, myspace, or blog our lives away with people we'd normally make efforts to see in person, waters down normal contact in favor of abnormal means to placate our desire for social interaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live in a fast-food era of communication, in which services like Twitter, Facebook, and our constant interconnectedness report the mundane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they don't give you time to actually think of something worth saying or talking about, you are constantly bombarded with the pointless and useless information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs196.snc1/6615_111879816052_653471052_2802879_5682386_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the tables have turned on who screws who with social networking!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2851522353548546611-3515430856468336324?l=manwhocriedsheep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manwhocriedsheep.blogspot.com/feeds/3515430856468336324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manwhocriedsheep.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-wish-i-could-express-beauty-i-see-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2851522353548546611/posts/default/3515430856468336324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2851522353548546611/posts/default/3515430856468336324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manwhocriedsheep.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-wish-i-could-express-beauty-i-see-and.html' title=''/><author><name>ManWhoCriedSheep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17990188784052233727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMLuLD4foBQ/ShA6oc6-g6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZhYPiEzIy1M/S220/andrews_follie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2851522353548546611.post-8589992687646264727</id><published>2009-07-30T02:52:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T03:35:43.012-04:00</updated><title type='text'>changing the world starts with yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs028.snc1/3158_68973331052_653471052_2110958_3255578_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can only understand someone in so far as fear will guide them, you can put people in the very situation they have dreamed of their whole life, and watch it collapse to a nightmare if they aren't strong enough, and only end up running away from everything that pushed them there in the first place.  A lot of people don't chase their dreams in fear of failing, and its only those who seek to even reach that far, those that don't accept failure as an option that begin to come close.  I can talk pretty tough at times, but have even stood in fear of my own words and their eventual implications.  Thus as I embark on a new chapter of my life and become divisible, I will reflect on the past 23 years of my life as all the mistakes and corrections I could make so that when I am confronted with similar scenarios in the future, they will have different outcomes.  That's all part of learning, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at this as practice, you have the rest of your life to reflect on the past, but don't let the reflection mirror the future.  I tend to only make the same mistake once.  I tend to put too much emphasis on trying to make the most perfect choice as possible while negatively affecting the least amount of people at the same time.  My selflessness and empathy, tends to be misunderstood only because people don't generally understand how I think or the regards I hold them in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also a strong believer in fate, karma, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, everything happens for a reason, all that nonsense.  Why?  Because I have hope and faith.  Hope for a future with a belief that I can directly make not only mine a better place to reside in, but others.  And faith in myself and others.  I've been to the brink of oblivion, but equally at what seemed a near peak of the accomplishment of my dreams.  I have been on a stage, I have used my voice and self as a vessel to convey a message that had an impact, if ever so short, however I know I can further it and in the future ensure it is more lasting.  I have lived my dreams if only temporarily, with no one needing to pinch me, I didn't need to be woken up because I wasn't sleeping.  You make the choices you make, you accept the consequences, learn to live with them, and from them, it's all about perspective frankly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have accepted the fact that people will only understand me and my actions as far as they allow themselves to, and that the amount and manner as to which I think, and the approach that I take both to my life and the art of living, is something I have rarely encountered in other people, in at least a similar manner.  Essentially, if you don't ask, you'll never know, and the assumption that is typically made about any and every situation, is its inherent downfall.  People must first accept that the biggest problem in their life is most likely them-self, at least once you gain some degree of self-sufficiency.  This is in disregard of environmental factors and silly things like genetics.  You have a choice.  If you want to be fat, you just don't exercise and eat wrong.  If you don't, you exercise and eat right, its really that easy.  I didn't really want to end this writing on that note, but I've fallen short of anything else to write on, and at least it may inspire someone to take charge of something they think they have control over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2851522353548546611-8589992687646264727?l=manwhocriedsheep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manwhocriedsheep.blogspot.com/feeds/8589992687646264727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manwhocriedsheep.blogspot.com/2009/07/changing-world-starts-with-yourself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2851522353548546611/posts/default/8589992687646264727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2851522353548546611/posts/default/8589992687646264727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manwhocriedsheep.blogspot.com/2009/07/changing-world-starts-with-yourself.html' title='changing the world starts with yourself'/><author><name>Michael Grepp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818540047804816642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1enPhC1OtmM/ShBns1l01SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NHhLU9SqwUU/S220/Photo+15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2851522353548546611.post-1823810545104108771</id><published>2009-07-09T22:33:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T22:47:38.286-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hypocrites oath</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs115.snc1/4964_90486396052_653471052_2445279_105528_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have become a character in a play, a caricature of myself, the outlines cast along the outside of my shadow making lines that are hard to follow-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and impossible to read.  Yet someone keeps writing them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this tragic hero, seems what I have shortly become.  A sad shell of myself, in the sense that I have become the antithesis of so much of what I speak for and against, I say this knowing that time will solve this, will resolve, will absolve, and I must have the will and a way, but it is time, that is the greatest healer.  It is in this recognition that I realize, so I rise above.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have become a victim of my own identity, of my desire to create my own self-hood, the isolationary practice just making me distant from others.  I can escape this, circa survive, on letting go.  It is sort of a personal mantra, I used to be so impossibly strong, I used to not need anyone or anything, save close family and friends.  I used to have an unbreakable will, there was a point where I can say things were perfect and I had overcome greater loss than this, but this is a different kind, and not a choice I made alone.  I made mistakes and for that I am sorry, but it was a grand culmination, and flashbacks of the past, that made it impossible for me to handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I've risen before, I can't say I am the phoenix but I sure can emulate her, feigning my death and resignation as "the selfish purveyor of the truth", only to come back when I'm good and ready.  It just takes time to heal, and to rebuild.  Again I used the term selfish, I mean that in the sense of self-providing and self-reliance, autonomous.  Too many people are not, I try to figure everything out on my own, only so that I can share it and give back to the rest of the world.  That is how I see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too often do people get mixed up, tangled in the lives of others, like broken tree limbs on telephone wires, a web of information and support, closer still to pull themselves and each other down.  Because they weren't strong enough to stand together, many aren't strong enough to stand alone, but in time you can get that strength, and when you have it, you can take on the burden. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just seems many are not ready, and some will never be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2851522353548546611-1823810545104108771?l=manwhocriedsheep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manwhocriedsheep.blogspot.com/feeds/1823810545104108771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manwhocriedsheep.blogspot.com/2009/07/hypocrites-oath.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2851522353548546611/posts/default/1823810545104108771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2851522353548546611/posts/default/1823810545104108771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manwhocriedsheep.blogspot.com/2009/07/hypocrites-oath.html' title='hypocrites oath'/><author><name>ManWhoCriedSheep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17990188784052233727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMLuLD4foBQ/ShA6oc6-g6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZhYPiEzIy1M/S220/andrews_follie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2851522353548546611.post-5448259073651798622</id><published>2009-07-05T19:48:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T20:42:16.748-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Event Horizon</title><content type='html'>"These words of inspiration from the years of perspiration from the tired admiration,&lt;br /&gt;for the others let them dream."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once jumped down a whole flight of stairs, I took one storied leap from two.  That was the closest I ever came to falling on behalf of my legs, but it wasn't the last time I jumped into, or away from, something I wasn't ready for.  Again because this story isn't over, and it just may never be, to say if one jumped in or out, is to tell a tale that isn't finished. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets let it out to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a quote that gets thrown around a lot in the news, media, public discourse in group settings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"why do good things happen to bad people, and bad things happen to good people"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of course you need to define good, and you need to define bad.  To spare one of pretentiousness I won't define people, I think that is something we can all agree upon less one is to say if someone is bad, they aren't a person, then I would ask for you to define person-hood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the concept of that which is good is something which betters self, or as  collectively in the context of "people", what betters humanity.  What furthers humanity's humane existence in a positive manner, positive social reproduction.  For one to think selflessly in the context of action, and one to be looking as far ahead as one can see, to look towards the particle horizon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The particle horizon, the limit of observable space given current time, this refers to the speed of light and its travels, and thus our inherent perception.  Unfortunately some don't even bother to look both ways before they cross the street, while others barely gaze far enough to see out whatever windows they have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there are those who have nothing to look forward too, only instead a past they keep reliving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I consider myself a futurist, looking as far forward as I can, I don't very much enjoy living in the present, I move too fast for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am off topic, we shall return to the concept of good and bad.  It is hard to delve into this discussion without being a relativist, because when you take the terms out of context you lose their intentionality.  What is good for you may be bad for me, in most modern day applications these terms serve only to shed light on side or interpretation of something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well being off topic has pretty much left me with little inspiration to finish this post, so instead of going to lengths to prove what I wanted to say, I will instead finish that theoretically good and evil, or good and bad, whatever, they don't exist, instead it is how you interpret or act on what is or is not there.  Instead there are lesser degrees of good, I will use a very silly example to exemplify this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"it is bad to eat mcdonald's fast food"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However what if the food was the only choice for the chooser, one would of course believe this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"it is bad to starve"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the context of this choice we have a lesser degree of that which is good, or that which is bad, badder, baddest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst choice of course would be for the chooser to starve, again this is a hypothetical scenario and not reflective of choice in the real world, as one would hope that an individual has greater control over their food intake, but again look at 3rd world countries in which some people merely live off of Mud and Crisco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last more plausible real life example, what if the assassination of Hitler by Stauffenberg had occurred.  Sure we have what one would believe a great evil removed however what if the outcome resulted in Himmler's succession, or just complete anarchy in Germany resulting in more suffering and pain for its people.  I can't really begin to theorize the outcomes or really talk much historically on the matter because I don't know much about the history of Germany or its politics at this time.  But a closer parallel that many Americans might understand, granted in a different context, would be the 2004 American Presidential election.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many were fearful of the Kerry presidency only out of his lack of experience and the fact that many of the problems caused by the Bush administration, would have been better addressed and solved by the people who cased them in the first place, the Bush administration.  After all, a burglar would know best how to protect ones home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2851522353548546611-5448259073651798622?l=manwhocriedsheep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manwhocriedsheep.blogspot.com/feeds/5448259073651798622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manwhocriedsheep.blogspot.com/2009/07/event-horizon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2851522353548546611/posts/default/5448259073651798622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2851522353548546611/posts/default/5448259073651798622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manwhocriedsheep.blogspot.com/2009/07/event-horizon.html' title='Event Horizon'/><author><name>Michael Grepp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818540047804816642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1enPhC1OtmM/ShBns1l01SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NHhLU9SqwUU/S220/Photo+15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2851522353548546611.post-2072496830983704593</id><published>2009-06-29T01:58:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T04:29:36.235-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs095.snc1/4964_90486426052_653471052_2445282_4884361_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concept of being happy, of content that is in ones life, is probably one of the most difficult to address on the surface, and essentially a state of mind that everyone hopes to achieve one day.  I say one day only because there are those who believe the world to be an awful place, who see the pain and suffering, of both self and those around, with a sort of contempt.  And they believe not only will the world and its inhabitants never change, but they cannot help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were to read some of my previous writings you may believe me to be many things, I don't know what, I will leave the interpretations, or MISS-Interpretations up to you and your understanding.  I see this, as is stated in the header, this and the inherent writings, they are an outlet.  I'd like to hope that my outlet could allow for other people to "plug-in" and receive some sort of personal enlightenment, to change something other than the page on their web browser.  But that is doubtful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is about making a choice, accepting reality in context of self and place, and being content with this choice, this can be achieved in control over self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need self control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now one may say they have discipline, they have this, they have structure, order to life, but chances are they merely have routine, they have repetition, they do the same thing and because it works, it is viewed as control, sometimes even progress.  This illusion is quickly shattered when other people enter your life, for better or for worse.  Again, in terms of inadequacy, to look at the negative aspect of others entering ones life when compared in context to self, that is a choice.  You have to choose to think or feel that way.  You can only let another person affect you so much.  At first it can be difficult, but with discipline, self control, you can help to define who and what you truly are.  Other people will try to project their insecurities,their fears, their shortcomings onto you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay away from those people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately we are all people, we all have a similar potential for greatness, it is not bestowed upon you, one does not ask to achieve, one merely does.  You either act, or you do not act, you have a choice.  A choice to stay or leave, a choice to make your dream a reality, or spend your day dreaming.  People are our greatest resource, we see this time after time, and in the old stories of those who pursue material good or hedonistic pleasure only to try to fill an empty vacuous void of endless wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seek personal enlightenment?  Do you seek to open or close doors?  It is all up to how you choose to see yourself and place in the world, this isn't an overnight eureka moment, this isn't something to rush into, a change you make instantly.  Instead it is a slow path to personal self-discovery, to figure yourself out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If one can conquer their inner self, their inhibitions, their primal instincts, one can then conquer the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything happens for a reason, and as they say, what goes around comes around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2851522353548546611-2072496830983704593?l=manwhocriedsheep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manwhocriedsheep.blogspot.com/feeds/2072496830983704593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manwhocriedsheep.blogspot.com/2009/06/happiness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2851522353548546611/posts/default/2072496830983704593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2851522353548546611/posts/default/2072496830983704593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manwhocriedsheep.blogspot.com/2009/06/happiness.html' title='Happiness'/><author><name>ManWhoCriedSheep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17990188784052233727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMLuLD4foBQ/ShA6oc6-g6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZhYPiEzIy1M/S220/andrews_follie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2851522353548546611.post-3421375468576476564</id><published>2009-06-03T00:07:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T00:19:32.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'>defy cult ties</title><content type='html'>Difficulties&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I enjoy wordplay, probably more than most people.  A play on words or a pun, a metaphor, is almost enhanced when one is able to type it and see it, sure of course I can think of words as the word them self or the image that proceeds, but to see, the sea, well, u c differently LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, what weighs me down seems to be a burden that is difficult to openly speak of, not to defy cult ties, because I belong to none, the title for anyone who can think fast enough, is a play on words for difficulties.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But in a sense if one was to read greater into this they could make some sort of attempt to discern a greater meaning.  That is a fault I find in the field of psychology and basically any situation in which one speaks in metaphors or looks too much into the art of the artist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Case and point (listen and read):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YDmz9ndNCoE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YDmz9ndNCoE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lyrics:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:12px;"&gt;you see I'm awake&lt;br /&gt;this compute her is sleeping&lt;br /&gt;seems wide mistakes&lt;br /&gt;not worth repeating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm buried by your lies&lt;br /&gt;I'm dragged by these ties&lt;br /&gt;you'd use this to destroy this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lawful orderliness mess&lt;br /&gt;lawful order clean dismiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alone in the lie you bury me&lt;br /&gt;I've read tomes&lt;br /&gt;what have you read to me&lt;br /&gt;this play dough was red and it carried&lt;br /&gt;this play dumb was blue and it buried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm buried by your lies&lt;br /&gt;I'm dragged by these ties&lt;br /&gt;you'd use this to destroy this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lawful orderliness mess&lt;br /&gt;lawful order clean this misunderstanding&lt;br /&gt;this standing&lt;br /&gt;will spring&lt;br /&gt;summers fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a burden of truth&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy to be&lt;br /&gt;unlocked&lt;br /&gt;unlocked&lt;br /&gt;never before so merry.&lt;br /&gt;but alone and this lie I will bury.&lt;br /&gt;but alone and these cries&lt;br /&gt;these cries&lt;br /&gt;these cries&lt;br /&gt;these cries&lt;br /&gt;I will carry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:12px;"&gt;We will analyze one segment of this to show an artistic viewpoint that purposefully allows for multiple interpretations:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:12px;"&gt;This standing will spring summers fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:12px;"&gt;standing-spring-fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:12px;"&gt;movements, actions, one can stand, be sprung, and fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:12px;"&gt;standing will bring upon the fall of summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:12px;"&gt;to winter, autumn or fall, springs the fall of summer, spring summer fall (three seasons)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:12px;"&gt;well we could read into this one line endlessly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:12px;"&gt;and that was the point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its a riddle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2851522353548546611-3421375468576476564?l=manwhocriedsheep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manwhocriedsheep.blogspot.com/feeds/3421375468576476564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manwhocriedsheep.blogspot.com/2009/06/defy-cult-ties.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2851522353548546611/posts/default/3421375468576476564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2851522353548546611/posts/default/3421375468576476564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manwhocriedsheep.blogspot.com/2009/06/defy-cult-ties.html' title='defy cult ties'/><author><name>ManWhoCriedSheep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17990188784052233727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMLuLD4foBQ/ShA6oc6-g6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZhYPiEzIy1M/S220/andrews_follie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2851522353548546611.post-4372913661196773499</id><published>2009-05-26T13:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T13:04:54.740-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagine Image Imagination</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;It seems my images, which grant much dramatic flair to this little spot on the web, well it seems they are down, until then I will leave a video instead, this is a video, a video of which is my own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;And for the forgetful, I said I could disappear, I just step into the darkness:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RFQvOpT7_AA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RFQvOpT7_AA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2851522353548546611-4372913661196773499?l=manwhocriedsheep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manwhocriedsheep.blogspot.com/feeds/4372913661196773499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manwhocriedsheep.blogspot.com/2009/05/imagine-image-imagination.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2851522353548546611/posts/default/4372913661196773499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2851522353548546611/posts/default/4372913661196773499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manwhocriedsheep.blogspot.com/2009/05/imagine-image-imagination.html' title='Imagine Image Imagination'/><author><name>Michael Grepp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818540047804816642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1enPhC1OtmM/ShBns1l01SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NHhLU9SqwUU/S220/Photo+15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2851522353548546611.post-4509547694277129417</id><published>2009-05-17T15:36:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T00:15:24.667-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Appearance'/><title type='text'>This Appearance of Disappearance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;Disappearances seem to me traced back to where touch was lost, or where one could say that one was out of touch.  In this digital age it seems that the empiricists have won, and leave one instead cold lonely and alone.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We separate behind plastics, and keep trying to divide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you tried to add the pieces together and see if they create a whole?  Or have you instead lost yourself in a hole, buried deep down with the rabbits and tea pots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alice is calling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I am outside the rabbit hole, whole, staring up into the sun, inside and out shining in my knights armor.  And I await for the night, and I sleep, and I dream the most pleasant dreams while the lies, flutter through the nights air like fire flies, while you swat at them, like the nightmares of rising tides of faux-infidelity and fearful chatter of ignorance and stag, to be stagnant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To never change?  Well I always have sense to spare, I always welcome change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I always have good common cents to share.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ohiolost.org/images/clp3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2851522353548546611-4509547694277129417?l=manwhocriedsheep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manwhocriedsheep.blogspot.com/feeds/4509547694277129417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manwhocriedsheep.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-appearance-of-disappearance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2851522353548546611/posts/default/4509547694277129417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2851522353548546611/posts/default/4509547694277129417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manwhocriedsheep.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-appearance-of-disappearance.html' title='This Appearance of Disappearance'/><author><name>Michael Grepp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818540047804816642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1enPhC1OtmM/ShBns1l01SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NHhLU9SqwUU/S220/Photo+15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2851522353548546611.post-997815824218600893</id><published>2009-05-17T11:28:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T12:53:04.101-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='welcome sesame'/><title type='text'>Welcome Sesame</title><content type='html'>The world seems to be truly a world of a mathematical nature, not to be seen in the sense of physics or a mechanical or engineered sense if one was to try to measure or express in a numerical sense.  This sense I spare is more akin to nonsense, but given the poor nature, we will say non-cents.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, I say instead the primacy of numbers, those which cannot be divided.  Indivisible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are only three types of individual thought processes in the world, seven continents with seven types of body characteristics, and thirteen toes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ohiolost.org/images/ga9.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think Maynard said it best, we are eternal, all of this pain is an Illusion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is not my first foray into the digital realm of journalistic expression, instead only now this serves as a means to further an anonymous agenda.  The attention I have pastly garnered has instead only served as an isolationary means to distance those who don't understand, or don't care, I see it as those who are just above being jealous, instead only to be broken up and apart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A veil of anonymity allows for an expression without repression, without repercussions, or the risk of concussions, of those who fearfully seek to silence a voice with threats. Violence, how about violins?  Singing the sad symphony, sympathy?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, fear, guided by fear you will only be lost, it is temporary, irrational, and serves only to push the body into a placated docile imbecile umbilical severed mode, meaning that its average kind will not kindle a spirited response, but instead leave no kin behind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you want to figure out the truth, you only have to seek it, and sometimes ask, asking does not grant an understanding, instead its more akin to those who sit and let others stand over them, stuck in the shadow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have encountered my shadow, and I am faster than you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Because I understand-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ohiolost.org/images/clp22.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2851522353548546611-997815824218600893?l=manwhocriedsheep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manwhocriedsheep.blogspot.com/feeds/997815824218600893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manwhocriedsheep.blogspot.com/2009/05/welcome-sesame.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2851522353548546611/posts/default/997815824218600893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2851522353548546611/posts/default/997815824218600893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manwhocriedsheep.blogspot.com/2009/05/welcome-sesame.html' title='Welcome Sesame'/><author><name>ManWhoCriedSheep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17990188784052233727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMLuLD4foBQ/ShA6oc6-g6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZhYPiEzIy1M/S220/andrews_follie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
