<?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-3761926</id><updated>2011-07-14T18:26:00.429-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Historinhas viajantes</title><subtitle type='html'>Pedaços de historinhas malucas, inventadas por caras que sofreram grande influência dos desenhos e enlatados americanos.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holograma.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761926/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holograma.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ranulpho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205313059153017307</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>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761926.post-82096278</id><published>2002-09-25T11:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-09-25T11:50:42.606-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Adilson Come Cocô *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cocô é o fundamento, consolo do lamento, néctar do firmamento&lt;br /&gt;Adilson come cocô embaixo do tanque&lt;br /&gt;na umidade esquecidade fomentada pelo lodo da desilusão&lt;br /&gt;Vai, come ! Come tudo ! &lt;br /&gt;Adilson come cocô que escorre entre em dedos quando ele o aperta&lt;br /&gt;A fome faz a força que esmaga aquele cocô moído&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cocô esquecido confundido com a tez pútrida de quem o come&lt;br /&gt;Adilson come pelo olho, todo o cocô&lt;br /&gt;Não procura pelo detalhe e não repara nos pontos amarelos&lt;br /&gt;Adilson na poeira, sentiu a crocância da varejeira&lt;br /&gt;A fome do cocô, alimentando sua devassidão&lt;br /&gt;Fibrila enquanto come, come sem parar&lt;br /&gt;Adilson come cocô, quando isso vai acabar&lt;br /&gt;Lamento este fim encontrar, pois agora o Adilson vai cagar &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* By Conclave Obscurum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3761926-82096278?l=holograma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761926/posts/default/82096278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761926/posts/default/82096278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holograma.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#82096278' title=''/><author><name>Ranulpho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205313059153017307</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761926.post-81414334</id><published>2002-09-10T15:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-09-26T13:24:33.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ontem colocaram um envelope debaixo da minha porta, com uma mensagem denunciando que os atuns azuis estão atacando moradores numas ilhotas do pacífico norte. Então eles ainda existem ! O fato dessa notícia não ter chegado à imprensa é sinal de que os &lt;a href="http://www.cetico.hpg.ig.com.br/illuminati.html"&gt;iluminatti&lt;/a&gt; ainda estão na ativa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3761926-81414334?l=holograma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761926/posts/default/81414334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761926/posts/default/81414334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holograma.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81414334' title=''/><author><name>Ranulpho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205313059153017307</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761926.post-81357342</id><published>2002-09-09T11:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-09-09T11:54:16.216-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CERBILLION ? NAO, ESTOU UTILIZANDO OS PRIMITIVOS E EXCITANTES METODOS DE CAÇA DO POVO LOCAL, OS TRIÚMBTS. ELES UTILIZAM ARCAICAS LANÇAS-LASER, ACREDITA ? PELO MENOS ASSIM OS NEGUEMUTES AINDA TEM UMA CHANCE, E O EMBATE FICA MAIS EQUILIBRADO ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3761926-81357342?l=holograma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761926/posts/default/81357342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761926/posts/default/81357342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holograma.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81357342' title=''/><author><name>Ranulpho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205313059153017307</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761926.post-81244407</id><published>2002-09-06T14:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-09-06T14:47:14.460-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O antigo pergaminho de Throppa'osil, finalmente reencontrado nas ruínas do templo de al-Fatrish, revela os detalhes de uma fórmula secreta: UM CÁLICE DE LICOR ANDRÁGONA, ALGUMAS GOTAS DE PINHAMBA SILVESTRE E UMAS PITADAS DE PÓ DE CRISTAIS NIVOKAN. Mas os druidas de Sadhim ainda não revelaram qual a utilidade da poção.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3761926-81244407?l=holograma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761926/posts/default/81244407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761926/posts/default/81244407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holograma.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81244407' title=''/><author><name>Ranulpho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205313059153017307</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761926.post-81240517</id><published>2002-09-06T13:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-09-06T13:19:09.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thimbor foi pegar algumas coisas no compartimento de bagagens, a fim de iniciar a longa travessia a pé através daquelas planícies - a sofisticada nave Malkron podia ser muito boa para cruzar a galáxia, mas era instável naquela atmosfera densa e pegajosa. Kunghor ficara observando fixamente o horizonte, como se pudesse vislumbrar algo que estava além do horizonte. Na verdade, a raça de Kunghor, os mírtiphs, apesar de sua miopia, eram conhecidos por antever problemas. Talvez eles usassem o seu olfato admirável.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3761926-81240517?l=holograma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761926/posts/default/81240517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761926/posts/default/81240517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holograma.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81240517' title=''/><author><name>Ranulpho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205313059153017307</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761926.post-81236833</id><published>2002-09-06T11:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-09-06T11:51:15.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>KOMODHOR 4. Não existe vastidão tão sombria em qualquer outro canto do universo. O horizonte serve como um eliminador de esperanças com as 4 luas de Saphukor-Seta estampadas num infinito ferrugem. Se tiver sorte, pode-se observar um bando de Neguemutes procurando pelos resquícios do material mais cobiçado da galáxia. O Pice-Gama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3761926-81236833?l=holograma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761926/posts/default/81236833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761926/posts/default/81236833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holograma.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81236833' title=''/><author><name>Conclave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16681171986323347847</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761926.post-81234193</id><published>2002-09-06T10:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-09-06T11:25:50.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>E eis que Thimbor e Kunghor finalmente chegaram àquela esperada terra desolada. 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