<?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-7243730</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:10:03.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Acid Queen</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acidqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243730/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acidqueen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Acid Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15193817751377461124</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-7243730.post-108672319960102301</id><published>2004-06-08T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T12:33:19.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SISTEMA</title><content type='html'>Engraçado...Nos anos 60 todos queriam derrubar o sistema. Hoje o sistema cai e todos se desesperam....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243730-108672319960102301?l=acidqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acidqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/108672319960102301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243730&amp;postID=108672319960102301' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243730/posts/default/108672319960102301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243730/posts/default/108672319960102301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acidqueen.blogspot.com/2004/06/sistema.html' title='SISTEMA'/><author><name>Acid Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15193817751377461124</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243730.post-108671731546070760</id><published>2004-06-08T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T11:52:44.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PERGUNTA ÁCIDA DO DIA</title><content type='html'>Por que as pessoas com maior arrogância e menos neurônios sobem mais rapidamente na empresa? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que os puxa-sacos morram todos engasgados com pentelhos de tanto lamber o saco!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243730-108671731546070760?l=acidqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acidqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/108671731546070760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243730&amp;postID=108671731546070760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243730/posts/default/108671731546070760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243730/posts/default/108671731546070760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acidqueen.blogspot.com/2004/06/pergunta-cida-do-dia.html' title='PERGUNTA ÁCIDA DO DIA'/><author><name>Acid Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15193817751377461124</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-7243730.post-108671710103014465</id><published>2004-06-08T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T10:51:41.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GOTAS DE ÁCIDO</title><content type='html'>Por que os homens acham que podem fazer o que quiserem e você ainda tem que gostar? Explico melhor. O cara saiu contigo há uns bons 5 anos atrás. Na época ele era teu amigo e tu aceitava dar para ele sem compromisso apesar de todas as complicações que isso poderia trazer para teu ego. Afinal, você gostava dele, mas "dava" (literalmente) uma de independente porque sabia que se envolver com ele era sinônimo de roubada. Aí, um dia vocês não se procuram mais, você supera numa boa, afinal já tem um novo (e melhor) amor à vista, até porque a vida tem que andar para frente. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passados cinco anos, aquele rolo antigo volta a te ligar, falando mil abobrinhas, dizendo que ainda tem tesão coisa e tal, que você é inesquecível, insuperável, etecetera e tal. Ah! Só que ele não só quer uma fodinha para relembrar os velhos tempos como também quer uma analista para desabafar seus traumas devido a um casamento súbito com uma megera (sim o cara casou) e problemas como a criação de um filho pequeno (sim, ele tb teve filho). Por favor, parafraseando aquela aborrecente chata da tv "ninguém merece". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aí, educamente tu diz para o idiota que tu estás apaixonada e com um relacionamento firme e que não existe nenhuma possibilidade nem agora ou nos próximos 20 anos de tu voltar a dar para ele e o cara ainda fica perguntando porque você está sendo indiferente e distante? Ah, faça-me o favor: quem disse que vocês, machos com as características acima, são tão insubstituíveis? Se foi a mãe de vocês, não é a fonte mais confiável e isenta do mundo, eu diria. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243730-108671710103014465?l=acidqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acidqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/108671710103014465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243730&amp;postID=108671710103014465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243730/posts/default/108671710103014465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243730/posts/default/108671710103014465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acidqueen.blogspot.com/2004/06/gotas-de-cido.html' title='GOTAS DE ÁCIDO'/><author><name>Acid Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15193817751377461124</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-7243730.post-108669746009140846</id><published>2004-06-08T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T05:24:20.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LET ME INTRODUCE MYSELF</title><content type='html'>Essa é a letra da música Acid Queen, que faz parte da ópera-rock Tommy, do The Who, inspiradora para o nome deste ácido blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACID QUEEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your child ain't all he should be now&lt;br /&gt;This girl will put him right.&lt;br /&gt;I'll show him what he could be now&lt;br /&gt;Just give me one night.&lt;br /&gt;I'm the Gypsy - the acid Queen.&lt;br /&gt;Pay before we start.&lt;br /&gt;I'm the Gypsy - The acid queen.&lt;br /&gt;I'll tear your soul apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give us a room and close the door&lt;br /&gt;Leave us for a while.&lt;br /&gt;Your boy won't be a boy no more&lt;br /&gt;Young, but not a child.&lt;br /&gt;I'm the Gypsy - the acid queen.&lt;br /&gt;Pay before we start.&lt;br /&gt;I'm the Gypsy the acid queen.&lt;br /&gt;I'll tear your soul apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gather your wits and hold on fast,&lt;br /&gt;Your mind must learn to roam.&lt;br /&gt;Just as the Gypsy Queen must do&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna hit the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My work is done now look at him&lt;br /&gt;He's never been more alive.&lt;br /&gt;His head it shakes his fingers clutch.&lt;br /&gt;Watch his body writhe&lt;br /&gt;I'm the Gypsy - the acid queen.&lt;br /&gt;Pay before we start.&lt;br /&gt;I'm the Gypsy - I'm guaranteed.&lt;br /&gt;To break your little heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your child ain't all he should be now&lt;br /&gt;This girl will put him right.&lt;br /&gt;I'll show him what he could be now&lt;br /&gt;Just give me one night.&lt;br /&gt;I'm the Gypsy - the acid queen.&lt;br /&gt;Pay before we start.&lt;br /&gt;I'm the Gypsy - I'm guaranteed.&lt;br /&gt;I'll tear your soul apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243730-108669746009140846?l=acidqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acidqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/108669746009140846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243730&amp;postID=108669746009140846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243730/posts/default/108669746009140846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243730/posts/default/108669746009140846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acidqueen.blogspot.com/2004/06/let-me-introduce-myself.html' title='LET ME INTRODUCE MYSELF'/><author><name>Acid Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15193817751377461124</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-7243730.post-108669713211193332</id><published>2004-06-08T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T05:18:52.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ACID</title><content type='html'>Este é um espaço onde vou despejar meu ácido. Se você tem medo de se ferir, não se aproxime!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243730-108669713211193332?l=acidqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acidqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/108669713211193332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243730&amp;postID=108669713211193332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243730/posts/default/108669713211193332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243730/posts/default/108669713211193332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acidqueen.blogspot.com/2004/06/acid.html' title='ACID'/><author><name>Acid Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15193817751377461124</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>
