<?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-31649240</id><updated>2011-09-19T07:22:07.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>punx sux</title><subtitle type='html'>my thoughts about today and yesterday's bastards.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punxsux.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31649240/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punxsux.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>punk.suck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14870115466276556873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31649240.post-115463472204557152</id><published>2006-08-03T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T04:16:07.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The first rule of being a punk is...</title><summary type='text'>I stopped attending "underground" gigs. If my 
memory serves me right, the last time was when we played at an open basketball 
court, dotted by small houses all around. As always it was fun. During our set, 
a big, shirtless, not-so-hairy man with a bottle of beer in his hand unplugged 
my amp, cursed us to the deepest depths of hell for disturbing his drinking, 
then walked away. That was about </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punxsux.blogspot.com/feeds/115463472204557152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31649240&amp;postID=115463472204557152' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31649240/posts/default/115463472204557152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31649240/posts/default/115463472204557152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punxsux.blogspot.com/2006/08/first-rule-of-being-punk-is.html' title='The first rule of being a punk is...'/><author><name>punk.suck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14870115466276556873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31649240.post-115436743241211486</id><published>2006-07-31T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T03:13:08.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Town, My Street...</title><summary type='text'>We're always at OB's place. If you're looking for 
me, start your search there. But they moved out Sunday. To a place far far away.

I dropped by friday, it was supposed to be a grand farewell drinking party. When 
I arrived it was only me, Rom, OB, his wife, and Doraemon. Where are the others? 
Can't blame em, we kinda went our "separate" ways for some time now. Dropping by 
occassionally.

But </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punxsux.blogspot.com/feeds/115436743241211486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31649240&amp;postID=115436743241211486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31649240/posts/default/115436743241211486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31649240/posts/default/115436743241211486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punxsux.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-town-my-street.html' title='My Town, My Street...'/><author><name>punk.suck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14870115466276556873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31649240.post-115403610587623605</id><published>2006-07-27T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T14:35:05.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DKM</title><summary type='text'>I didn't like them at first. When my friend lemme 
borrow The Singles Collection, Volume 1, I didn't like them so much, 
except for a few songs. But after several years, they kinda grew on me.

Formed in 1996, Dropkick Murphys' music is what many would call Irish 
Punk. Proud of their Irish roots, and their home Boston, MA. Personally, I 
like their unity and working class songs. Great sing-along</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punxsux.blogspot.com/feeds/115403610587623605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31649240&amp;postID=115403610587623605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31649240/posts/default/115403610587623605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31649240/posts/default/115403610587623605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punxsux.blogspot.com/2006/07/dkm.html' title='DKM'/><author><name>punk.suck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14870115466276556873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31649240.post-115394958417259852</id><published>2006-07-26T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T14:35:55.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2006</title><summary type='text'>I&amp;apos;m getting old.

As much as I hate to admit it, I get a headache every time I listen to my old 
songs. Well, not every time. I just can&amp;apos;t help but to turn it down a notch. 
Maybe I AM getting old, or maybe just movin on.

Here&amp;apos;s some shit I&amp;apos;ve been listening to lately:

Long Beach Dub Allstars - I love em. I guess this is what Sublime 
would&amp;apos;ve sound like today if Brad (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punxsux.blogspot.com/feeds/115394958417259852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31649240&amp;postID=115394958417259852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31649240/posts/default/115394958417259852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31649240/posts/default/115394958417259852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punxsux.blogspot.com/2006/07/2006.html' title='2006'/><author><name>punk.suck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14870115466276556873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31649240.post-115385544602956832</id><published>2006-07-25T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T23:31:53.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Give 'em the What?!</title><summary type='text'>Oi.

Hello and Welcome.

Before I start posting, lemme remind you bastards that the files here are for 
educational purposes only. Think of em as samples. If you like the artist, get 
off, go out, and buy their album.

1996

It was around this year, that I first heard Rancid. I just got home from school, 
and my bro bought this album, And Out Come the Wolves. To be honest, I 
don't give a fuck. I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punxsux.blogspot.com/feeds/115385544602956832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31649240&amp;postID=115385544602956832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31649240/posts/default/115385544602956832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31649240/posts/default/115385544602956832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punxsux.blogspot.com/2006/07/give-em-what.html' title='Give &apos;em the What?!'/><author><name>punk.suck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14870115466276556873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
