<?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-6345343959433214946</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:47:19.337-07:00</updated><category term='Fake-Asses'/><title type='text'>7th Mirror</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog is just another random page on the fucking internet. It is filled with swears and ignorant thoughts; however, those thoughts are hilarious...so I suggest you fucking read them...please.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7thmirror.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6345343959433214946/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7thmirror.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bryan A. Palmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504948426177313850</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/_hZpKfr8iCHk/SSwYsRC6zoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/v7TEVb0G2Jo/S220/1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6345343959433214946.post-5677650941344298164</id><published>2009-05-22T08:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T11:22:40.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Been gone for a minute but....</title><content type='html'>Im back! hahah Motha fucka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e34ede1b1b45ab" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D00e34ede1b1b45ab%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330196404%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D30F382DBDBCF5CA777045F98A3CCF82D9BC08BAB.3F150824D720E32E9FD82FE3391AFF02BBAB32B0%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De34ede1b1b45ab%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDshi31rDrfLiBYAZo3uVGPtPmWo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D00e34ede1b1b45ab%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330196404%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D30F382DBDBCF5CA777045F98A3CCF82D9BC08BAB.3F150824D720E32E9FD82FE3391AFF02BBAB32B0%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De34ede1b1b45ab%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDshi31rDrfLiBYAZo3uVGPtPmWo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6345343959433214946-5677650941344298164?l=7thmirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=e34ede1b1b45ab&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7thmirror.blogspot.com/feeds/5677650941344298164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6345343959433214946&amp;postID=5677650941344298164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6345343959433214946/posts/default/5677650941344298164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6345343959433214946/posts/default/5677650941344298164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7thmirror.blogspot.com/2009/05/been-gone-for-minute-but.html' title='Been gone for a minute but....'/><author><name>Bryan A. Palmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504948426177313850</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/_hZpKfr8iCHk/SSwYsRC6zoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/v7TEVb0G2Jo/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6345343959433214946.post-4425549263063475042</id><published>2009-03-03T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T19:14:35.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Madness in March to come!</title><content type='html'>Wow, cant believe its March already man. Damn, where did the time go. Anyway, happy march everybody! Enjoy the sports this month and that day where we use little people as an excuse to get drunk (St. Patrick's)!. Im glad tho cuz this month i go on spring break and meet Kat Von D @ Barnes &amp; Noble for her book signing. Shes fuckin marvelous lmao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont know her?...Check her out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hZpKfr8iCHk/Sa3xHSAwPbI/AAAAAAAAACo/701ai79VWMU/s1600-h/l_ec870164fb8f42cfaa3c0a7a266008f7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 236px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hZpKfr8iCHk/Sa3xHSAwPbI/AAAAAAAAACo/701ai79VWMU/s320/l_ec870164fb8f42cfaa3c0a7a266008f7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309164643136060850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y3a, so she recently wrote a book called "High Voltage Tattoo" about her shop and experiences as a tattoo artist. Evry1 should go buy it cuz its the shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea and remember this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hZpKfr8iCHk/Sa3xxPvBFFI/AAAAAAAAACw/1Te5273asIs/s1600-h/cheerleader.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hZpKfr8iCHk/Sa3xxPvBFFI/AAAAAAAAACw/1Te5273asIs/s320/cheerleader.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309165364079301714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL shes a crazy bitch. AMANDA  PLEASE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6345343959433214946-4425549263063475042?l=7thmirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7thmirror.blogspot.com/feeds/4425549263063475042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6345343959433214946&amp;postID=4425549263063475042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6345343959433214946/posts/default/4425549263063475042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6345343959433214946/posts/default/4425549263063475042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7thmirror.blogspot.com/2009/03/madness-in-march-to-come.html' title='Madness in March to come!'/><author><name>Bryan A. Palmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504948426177313850</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/_hZpKfr8iCHk/SSwYsRC6zoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/v7TEVb0G2Jo/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hZpKfr8iCHk/Sa3xHSAwPbI/AAAAAAAAACo/701ai79VWMU/s72-c/l_ec870164fb8f42cfaa3c0a7a266008f7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6345343959433214946.post-226760281723792323</id><published>2009-02-27T16:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T19:19:44.009-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bryan on Materialistic Superficiality</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To correctly analyze the matrix of Materialistic Superficiality we must first disect the literary definitions of the words. Superficial; lack of depth of knowledge or thought or feeling. Materialism; a desire for wealth and material possessions with little interest in ethical or spiritual matters. Corporate industry has taken the human desire of individuality, identity, and personal expression and has made it into an industrial commodity. The beauty cosmetic market and fashion industry are prime examples of this. The beauty industry is the foundation to for the titan that is fashion. The beauty industry capitalizes on the insecurities of women telling them they must be sexy and visually pleasing to men at all times. And primarity to maintain an image where a woman is classy and at the same time a whore willing to please. The contradictory ideal for a woman is coupled with the pressure to look young at all stages of life. Through years or submissiveness and a world culture that accepts women as objects, they began to internalize the unrealistic standards of beauty and buying the wrinkle serums, fake tits, artificial lips, and having the fat sucked out of their child bearing hips. With this now internalized vision of beauty women have been accepting their social niche by participating in the practice that is fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is fashion? Some say it is expression of one's self through clothing. I say thats a fucking lie perpetuated by massive conglomerates who are trying to sell shit. The same clothes made by the children who we turn the TV and see starving. Do not be confused. Fashion is business. the word is defined as; the latest and most admired style in clothes and cosmetics and behavior. If it is the most admired style it is not orginal. Self expression is a spec of the past. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now what do we have. People with money who decide what is beautiful, then they force it in our minds through images in the media and surrounding us by it in stores. What are our choices? For a person incapable of deciphering what they really like and what they are told to like, they more often than not fall victim to the fashion guestapo. Immersing themselves in the scraps of materials with microscopic labels at an attempt to make themselves feel whole. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lineout.thestranger.com/files/2008/07/BarfingBarbie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 346px; height: 250px;" src="http://lineout.thestranger.com/files/2008/07/BarfingBarbie.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So these businesses, are the ones I hold responsible for suicide among young girls who are not satisfied with their body image because cosmo says that they weigh too much. I blame them for making girls think that men are more imporant than a future. I blame them for trapping women in men in the gender roles strictly in appearance. Materialistic Superficiality is no longer a term, it is a way of life that we inherit through the culture we are born in. Is it possible to destroy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6345343959433214946-226760281723792323?l=7thmirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7thmirror.blogspot.com/feeds/226760281723792323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6345343959433214946&amp;postID=226760281723792323' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6345343959433214946/posts/default/226760281723792323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6345343959433214946/posts/default/226760281723792323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7thmirror.blogspot.com/2009/02/materialistic-superficiality.html' title='Bryan on Materialistic Superficiality'/><author><name>Bryan A. Palmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504948426177313850</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/_hZpKfr8iCHk/SSwYsRC6zoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/v7TEVb0G2Jo/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6345343959433214946.post-5784286540411241433</id><published>2009-02-20T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T22:57:26.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Real Shit</title><content type='html'>Stacyann Chin = The Truth! Listen, Learn, Incite, &amp; Reform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1ofsVwH4O_k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1"&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/1ofsVwH4O_k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&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/6345343959433214946-5784286540411241433?l=7thmirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7thmirror.blogspot.com/feeds/5784286540411241433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6345343959433214946&amp;postID=5784286540411241433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6345343959433214946/posts/default/5784286540411241433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6345343959433214946/posts/default/5784286540411241433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7thmirror.blogspot.com/2009/02/real-shit.html' title='Real Shit'/><author><name>Bryan A. Palmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504948426177313850</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/_hZpKfr8iCHk/SSwYsRC6zoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/v7TEVb0G2Jo/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6345343959433214946.post-2357623482365101737</id><published>2009-02-04T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T15:28:54.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Kno A Mulatto!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.multiracial.com/images/farmer/mulattoflag.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 205px; height: 127px;" src="http://www.multiracial.com/images/farmer/mulattoflag.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Im a biracial person. its pretty cool, and i just found out there was a flag that reps. people like me. About being mulatto-- it really isnt all its cracked up to be. Most people imagine us as neutrals, but sometimes you get excluded by both groups. So you develop a "get in where you fit in" mentality. I however got ovr tht (thank god)and here i am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, i recently discovered this author/rapper/activist Sista Soulja. she is so dope. i discovered her in my womans studies class. I have to read the book below, i already started it and i think its powerful as hell. shes just all around cool 2 me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sistersouljah.com/images/201_picture2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 201px; height: 295px;" src="http://www.sistersouljah.com/images/201_picture2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WATCH THIS VIDEO SHES THE IS SO0O ON POINT. (EXCUSE HER HAIR AND CLOTHES IT WAS THE EARLY 90'S)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eCst2HaGwnk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&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/eCst2HaGwnk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/6345343959433214946-2357623482365101737?l=7thmirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7thmirror.blogspot.com/feeds/2357623482365101737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6345343959433214946&amp;postID=2357623482365101737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6345343959433214946/posts/default/2357623482365101737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6345343959433214946/posts/default/2357623482365101737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7thmirror.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-kno-mulatto.html' title='You Kno A Mulatto!'/><author><name>Bryan A. Palmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504948426177313850</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/_hZpKfr8iCHk/SSwYsRC6zoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/v7TEVb0G2Jo/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6345343959433214946.post-6753514001821283898</id><published>2009-02-02T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T19:01:26.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Respect My Conglomorate!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep Respect My conglomorate btchez! ( or conglomoration as i like to call it ) As I am on my way to becoming "that guy" i thought I should show off a few things i have recently done. i love media arts. whether it be graphic art/photography/film/newsmedia or journalism. its where my heart is. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZpKfr8iCHk/SYfeXGbGs4I/AAAAAAAAAB4/WpuxG_o5NMg/s1600-h/indexlogo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 141px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZpKfr8iCHk/SYfeXGbGs4I/AAAAAAAAAB4/WpuxG_o5NMg/s400/indexlogo2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298447975067333506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way check out a few pieces i have taken my time to produce. hopefully u likeeee? cuz me like! LOL Keep in mind that im still tryin to get better so be gentle with the criticism...geez! otherwise enjizzoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st Cover to my magazine Rockin Republic (4 life)&lt;br /&gt;(click to enlarge)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hZpKfr8iCHk/SYfZ4-WpJII/AAAAAAAAABY/DkmtQ2aTzec/s1600-h/cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hZpKfr8iCHk/SYfZ4-WpJII/AAAAAAAAABY/DkmtQ2aTzec/s400/cover.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298443059458548866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of many logos i made&lt;br /&gt;(click to enlarge)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hZpKfr8iCHk/SYfbStytgOI/AAAAAAAAABw/oyYPXVicRhE/s1600-h/pppp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 115px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hZpKfr8iCHk/SYfbStytgOI/AAAAAAAAABw/oyYPXVicRhE/s400/pppp.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298444601201098978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A banner done for a friends blog-- Check his blog out http://www.fashiononmyterms.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;(click to enlarge)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hZpKfr8iCHk/SYfaQxb12XI/AAAAAAAAABg/8FdTlmotLF8/s1600-h/new+malcolms+banner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 129px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hZpKfr8iCHk/SYfaQxb12XI/AAAAAAAAABg/8FdTlmotLF8/s400/new+malcolms+banner.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298443468307552626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog banner, im not in love with it. so i'm making another soon!&lt;br /&gt;(click to enlarge)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hZpKfr8iCHk/SYfa3wX-LxI/AAAAAAAAABo/_szHYi67A0Y/s1600-h/new.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 129px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hZpKfr8iCHk/SYfa3wX-LxI/AAAAAAAAABo/_szHYi67A0Y/s400/new.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298444138037784338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hZpKfr8iCHk/Sa3u8yxTuWI/AAAAAAAAACg/W8_zygcdFPU/s1600-h/blk_history.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 121px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hZpKfr8iCHk/Sa3u8yxTuWI/AAAAAAAAACg/W8_zygcdFPU/s400/blk_history.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309162263927830882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My taste in art. I mostly like pin-up art. The old school stuff like betty paige and the vargas girls. Theres something in those images that is so playful but meaningful. Not slutty but sexy...just dope. lol idk i like 60's pop art too. love the psychadelic themes tht were going on with fonts and colors. &amp; i'll post more of my own as soon as i can. but until then Stay Tune'D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6345343959433214946-6753514001821283898?l=7thmirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7thmirror.blogspot.com/feeds/6753514001821283898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6345343959433214946&amp;postID=6753514001821283898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6345343959433214946/posts/default/6753514001821283898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6345343959433214946/posts/default/6753514001821283898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7thmirror.blogspot.com/2009/02/respect-my-conglomorate.html' title='Respect My Conglomorate!!!'/><author><name>Bryan A. Palmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504948426177313850</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/_hZpKfr8iCHk/SSwYsRC6zoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/v7TEVb0G2Jo/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZpKfr8iCHk/SYfeXGbGs4I/AAAAAAAAAB4/WpuxG_o5NMg/s72-c/indexlogo2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6345343959433214946.post-4216006546223965700</id><published>2008-12-05T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T12:16:56.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your-Edge</title><content type='html'>sometimes we feel like we are on top of the world, and some days we feel low...real low. Im not writing about this for any particular reason, its just something to do. i think that we all have something within us that makes us different and makes us unique. but i think the problem is that people are afraid t0 be different,because society says its bad. so ,my thought for today is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;run ur shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6345343959433214946-4216006546223965700?l=7thmirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7thmirror.blogspot.com/feeds/4216006546223965700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6345343959433214946&amp;postID=4216006546223965700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6345343959433214946/posts/default/4216006546223965700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6345343959433214946/posts/default/4216006546223965700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7thmirror.blogspot.com/2008/12/your-edge.html' title='Your-Edge'/><author><name>Bryan A. Palmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504948426177313850</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/_hZpKfr8iCHk/SSwYsRC6zoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/v7TEVb0G2Jo/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6345343959433214946.post-5299301318474058511</id><published>2008-12-01T10:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T12:00:46.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Avoiding Regrets...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; Here we go...there are sometimes in our lives when we look back and say, "What the hell was I thinking?" lol and we feel bad about our actions...and make promises to ourselves that we will never do those things again. However, somethings stand at that blurred line, where its not exactly a regret but you arent proud you did it. I can really relate to this, and the reason I'm blogging on the subject is because I'm facing it right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer this poll. Let me know what's up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- Altering or removing this link is a breach of the Vizu Terms and Conditions --&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:9px;height:20px;text-align:center;width:160px;margin:0;padding:0;letter-spacing:-.5px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vizu.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999;text-decoration:underline;font-size:9px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://answers.vizu.com/market-research.htm" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999;text-decoration:underline;font-size:9px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://wp.vizu.com/vizu_poll.swf" quality="high" scale="noscale" wmode="transparent" bgcolor="#ffffff" width="160" height="382" name="vizu_poll" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" FlashVars="js=false&amp;pid=133713&amp;ad=false&amp;vizu=true&amp;links=true&amp;mainBG=000000&amp;questionText=FFFFFF&amp;answerZoneBG=000000&amp;answerItemBG=000000&amp;answerText=ffffff&amp;voteBG=C8C8C8&amp;voteText=000000"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you have the urge to do something and every cell in your body is propelling you to move in a certain direction it is hard to think logically and Just Say No. Even though you are already aware of the consequences of your actions before you do them, you cant help yourself...and 10 seconds after its over, you are back at stage 1. This is what i will refer to as the cycle of Regret. We get trapped up in our own foolish desire that we discard knowledge and common sense...dont lie because you know ur ass knows what I'm talking about. lol Have a regret-free day--Bryan&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6345343959433214946-5299301318474058511?l=7thmirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7thmirror.blogspot.com/feeds/5299301318474058511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6345343959433214946&amp;postID=5299301318474058511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6345343959433214946/posts/default/5299301318474058511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6345343959433214946/posts/default/5299301318474058511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7thmirror.blogspot.com/2008/12/avoiding-regrets.html' title='Avoiding Regrets...'/><author><name>Bryan A. Palmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504948426177313850</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/_hZpKfr8iCHk/SSwYsRC6zoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/v7TEVb0G2Jo/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6345343959433214946.post-1898875951275132720</id><published>2008-11-29T11:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T12:01:44.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drag your ass!</title><content type='html'>Okay so november is done. Life is good. Now all we have to deal with is the diarrea from thanksgiving dinner...lol I did. any way i absolutely had to go out and witness black friday madness first hand...and it was everything i imagined. those mother fuckers are vultures. i suggest to anyone who plans on going out there nxt year that they be athletic because u might need to be a fast runner to get what ur after lol. ( i was) i always make fun of the people who go out to those sales, but i must admit it was fun to participate in...lol. I wanted to record it so bad but i didnt have a camera then, but now that i have me camera (got it on sale @ target for $89) i will start posting videos up on my blogg so it isnt so damn boring lol. I promise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6345343959433214946-1898875951275132720?l=7thmirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7thmirror.blogspot.com/feeds/1898875951275132720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6345343959433214946&amp;postID=1898875951275132720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6345343959433214946/posts/default/1898875951275132720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6345343959433214946/posts/default/1898875951275132720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7thmirror.blogspot.com/2008/11/drag-your-ass.html' title='Drag your ass!'/><author><name>Bryan A. Palmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504948426177313850</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/_hZpKfr8iCHk/SSwYsRC6zoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/v7TEVb0G2Jo/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6345343959433214946.post-817588461616728064</id><published>2008-11-26T17:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T17:26:33.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late November = Dope</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's not to like about the last couple days of November? I mean theres Thanksgiving, and then Black Friday. It's pretty obvious why I like Thanksgiving but I recently started finding Black Friday interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.gpslodge.com/pictures/BlackFridayGPSSale-thumb.jpg" height="150px" width="150px"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I find it funny that people wake up @ 4:00AM just to get to a sale...and they fight for sweaters marked 20% off! lmao I think its funny also because someone always ends up on the news because they got hurt @ a sales event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look @ these Fuckin' Douche-Monkey's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FgsCXVuR9dE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&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/FgsCXVuR9dE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6345343959433214946-817588461616728064?l=7thmirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7thmirror.blogspot.com/feeds/817588461616728064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6345343959433214946&amp;postID=817588461616728064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6345343959433214946/posts/default/817588461616728064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6345343959433214946/posts/default/817588461616728064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7thmirror.blogspot.com/2008/11/late-november-dope.html' title='Late November = Dope'/><author><name>Bryan A. Palmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504948426177313850</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/_hZpKfr8iCHk/SSwYsRC6zoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/v7TEVb0G2Jo/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6345343959433214946.post-8178434312656423098</id><published>2008-11-25T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T16:35:49.199-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She tumbled....and tumbled again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; Okay, I absolutely had to talk about this fat bitch I saw on YouTube named Scarlet. This bitch is about 242 pounds and she 5'2. Ne way, in this video, I guess she thought it would be cute to get on top of a coffee table and sing. Sadly for her, she busted her ass. ha ha check it out and send it to everyone you know. Lets make this big bitch famous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENJOY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FnyrNEzbLSc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&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/FnyrNEzbLSc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt; Press Play and watch her bite the dust! &lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6345343959433214946-8178434312656423098?l=7thmirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7thmirror.blogspot.com/feeds/8178434312656423098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6345343959433214946&amp;postID=8178434312656423098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6345343959433214946/posts/default/8178434312656423098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6345343959433214946/posts/default/8178434312656423098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7thmirror.blogspot.com/2008/11/she-tumbledand-tumbled-again.html' title='She tumbled....and tumbled again.'/><author><name>Bryan A. Palmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504948426177313850</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/_hZpKfr8iCHk/SSwYsRC6zoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/v7TEVb0G2Jo/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6345343959433214946.post-6633380420042969156</id><published>2008-11-24T14:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T05:00:15.537-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fake-Asses'/><title type='text'>Getting Used to Fake People</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o133/poprocks_bucket/Friends/fakepeople-1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 96px; height: 96px;" src="http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o133/poprocks_bucket/Friends/fakepeople-1.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea that's right....get used to those fake ass motherfuckers because the truth is that they arent going anywhere. (EVER) ahaha. You may not realize it but you are probably just as fake as the rest of them in some way or another. Something that I have come to terms with is trying not to change the idea's or "enlighten" certain people. I realized that no matter what the situation is, it is not your role to do so. People have to do certain things in their lives in order to learn, this is a process that should not be interfered with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fakeness; is just a way that people deal with their baggage and patheticness of their simple little lives. So, the lesson learned here is, Don't fight fake people because they are fighting themselves. Besides its so much more fun to watch them self destruct!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6345343959433214946-6633380420042969156?l=7thmirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7thmirror.blogspot.com/feeds/6633380420042969156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6345343959433214946&amp;postID=6633380420042969156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6345343959433214946/posts/default/6633380420042969156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6345343959433214946/posts/default/6633380420042969156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7thmirror.blogspot.com/2008/11/getting-used-to-fake-people.html' title='Getting Used to Fake People'/><author><name>Bryan A. Palmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504948426177313850</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/_hZpKfr8iCHk/SSwYsRC6zoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/v7TEVb0G2Jo/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o133/poprocks_bucket/Friends/th_fakepeople-1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6345343959433214946.post-8470260666940753598</id><published>2008-11-24T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T11:01:02.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jigga What?</title><content type='html'>What up bitchez! this is the 1st blog post (of many) on the "7th Mirror" The title makes absolutely no sense but i thought it was pretty dope. im a new blogger on this motha fuck-r so bear with me as i build my blog empire mwahaha! stay tuned...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6345343959433214946-8470260666940753598?l=7thmirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7thmirror.blogspot.com/feeds/8470260666940753598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6345343959433214946&amp;postID=8470260666940753598' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6345343959433214946/posts/default/8470260666940753598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6345343959433214946/posts/default/8470260666940753598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7thmirror.blogspot.com/2008/11/jigga-what.html' title='Jigga What?'/><author><name>Bryan A. 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