<?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-5940903004384985404</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:58:17.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'>StevenAllen For The Win</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog is just about my life and the happenings within it. I love my life and I want to share it with the world.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenallen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940903004384985404/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenallen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>StevenAllen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09346105743819170253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iBhRnG3xbq4/TMebx_2TCbI/AAAAAAAAABQ/CIgTkNUDQfw/S220/steven.jpg'/></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-5940903004384985404.post-2444707002524085581</id><published>2011-02-12T06:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T06:02:08.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is too close to Evil backwards.</title><content type='html'>I have done all kinds of things in my life. Talked to all kinds of people. Seen some things. Did some stuff. I have done everything from signing autographs to helping someone find their way to God. If anyone knows anything about life experience - it's me. I know I'm not the most intelligent person. And I completely suck at spelling and grammar.&amp;nbsp;I like to write. Though, I don't do very much of such hobbies anymore. Mainly because I don't have the time. So, instead of writing all the time, now days my&amp;nbsp;existence&amp;nbsp;consists of thinking a whole lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to talk, too. Just by talking to someone and having an intellectual&amp;nbsp;conversation&amp;nbsp;can change the whole&amp;nbsp;perspective&amp;nbsp;that someone has on life. Some people live their life for others. Other people live their life for themselves. And there are some people who live their life... for their life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is life? The living and breathing portion of being a human being? By definition, the term life means, "&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b style="font-size: small;"&gt;experience&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;being&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;; the&lt;b&gt; course&lt;/b&gt; of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;human &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;events and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;activities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;What does that mean? Well I have come to a&amp;nbsp;conclusion&amp;nbsp;behind the whole being alive thing. So many people spend their whole life trying to figure out exactly what it means to be alive. The reason they are here. Well I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;that being alive is all opinion vs opinion. Thats why no one can figure it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;The views and perspectives and events and activities and bullshit that I went though in my life pertains to me and only me. So my view on life will be completely different than yours. BOTH of us may say that we are looking for the reason behind our existance. But the definition that we both see in our head, the emotions, the thoughts are completely different. Even though we say they are the same - they realistically aren't. If no two humans are the same, how can we say that our feelings and emotions are the same? It's like... everyone has a different fingerprint. Proving that each individual person is completely different than the next. So, why would we generalize feelings and emotions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;The moral to the story is to not think of why you were&amp;nbsp;given&amp;nbsp;life. But, what can life give you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"Life"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; in my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;eyes&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; is, "The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;individual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;thoughts&amp;nbsp;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-size: small;"&gt;feelings&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; has due to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;events&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; activities&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; experienced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940903004384985404-2444707002524085581?l=stevenallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenallen.blogspot.com/feeds/2444707002524085581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stevenallen.blogspot.com/2011/02/life-is-too-close-to-evil-backwards.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940903004384985404/posts/default/2444707002524085581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940903004384985404/posts/default/2444707002524085581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenallen.blogspot.com/2011/02/life-is-too-close-to-evil-backwards.html' title='Life is too close to Evil backwards.'/><author><name>StevenAllen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09346105743819170253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iBhRnG3xbq4/TMebx_2TCbI/AAAAAAAAABQ/CIgTkNUDQfw/S220/steven.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940903004384985404.post-5620015056472435590</id><published>2011-01-31T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T12:50:44.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Happenings Of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Life is like a box of candy. It's pretty sweet when its full of goodies. But, when all the sweet awesomeness is gone - it's hard to get motivated to do darn near anything.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;I would like to think that I am the kind of person that creates life. I like to give myself something challenging to do. Then I like to work toward that goal. I like to work for myself and let the ones I love reap the benefits. Why? It is&amp;nbsp;fulfilling&amp;nbsp;to myself. I like knowing that I can make myself and the people that I love happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am always thinking of something new to do. Some new way to change peoples lives for the best. Some new way to make&amp;nbsp;unfortunate&amp;nbsp;people happy about their life. I can't say that I always win but in the end all that matters is the fact that I helped&amp;nbsp;at least&amp;nbsp;one person be happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my opinion -&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; color: #84b320; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px;"&gt;The imposing performance graduates with my highlight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940903004384985404-5620015056472435590?l=stevenallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenallen.blogspot.com/feeds/5620015056472435590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stevenallen.blogspot.com/2011/01/happenings-of-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940903004384985404/posts/default/5620015056472435590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940903004384985404/posts/default/5620015056472435590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenallen.blogspot.com/2011/01/happenings-of-life.html' title='The Happenings Of Life'/><author><name>StevenAllen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09346105743819170253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iBhRnG3xbq4/TMebx_2TCbI/AAAAAAAAABQ/CIgTkNUDQfw/S220/steven.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940903004384985404.post-1927644296296010891</id><published>2011-01-18T07:36:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T07:36:35.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What have you done lately?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;It is human nature to survive. What separates us&amp;nbsp;apart&amp;nbsp;from one another is how we go about surviving. One person may decide to be a bum while another person is a CEO of the biggest corporation in the world. What I am saying is that the people who decide to do something about their problems and mistakes are the ones who succeed in this universe. It takes a hell of a lot more work to fix your past than it does to deal with it. But, the people who make that decision to fix things or make a better future for themselves now have the opportunity to have a foreseeable future. Thus giving them the ability to have memories and look back. I guarantee the people who make the step forward and do something with themselves look back and realize one of two things. 1.) They completely messed up and ruined their life. 2.) They remember the point where they made the decision to better themselves and the moment that they realize that they have become something better is the greatest moment of their life so far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;The goal is not to visualize what your life would be like if you were successful. The goal is to visualize what you can do this very second to improve your life. Don't create irrational thoughts about being rich and popular. That shit is worthless when you wake up one day broke and washed up. You need a plan. With a plan you can think of what you want to do. Then you can plan for screwing up. But most importantly you can plan for what happens when your work pays off. The beautiful thing is that when you have a plan, you can also give yourself the chance to plan the&amp;nbsp;unforeseeable&amp;nbsp;future. If there is a chance of failure then you plan for it. Dont leave yourself&amp;nbsp;vulnerable&amp;nbsp;because doing that is just opening yourself up for being attacked. That is just what the average person wants. They want you to fail to give them room to succeed. It's our choice to let them win while you wander into doubt. Then you will look back and make that wish. The one where you had the opportunity to take that first step. And you&amp;nbsp;didn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940903004384985404-1927644296296010891?l=stevenallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenallen.blogspot.com/feeds/1927644296296010891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stevenallen.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-have-you-done-lately.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940903004384985404/posts/default/1927644296296010891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940903004384985404/posts/default/1927644296296010891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenallen.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-have-you-done-lately.html' title='What have you done lately?'/><author><name>StevenAllen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09346105743819170253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iBhRnG3xbq4/TMebx_2TCbI/AAAAAAAAABQ/CIgTkNUDQfw/S220/steven.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940903004384985404.post-1719937101017826125</id><published>2010-12-13T18:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T18:21:13.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Car Owns You</title><content type='html'>I have come to the realization that your car owns you. As much as I would like to think that it would be the other way around... It's not. How do you find a job? How do you get to work to make the money to pay for your gas to get to work? Or the money to pay for your living cost? What do you use to make sure you can be anywhere that you need to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, without your car you're screwed. Think about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940903004384985404-1719937101017826125?l=stevenallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenallen.blogspot.com/feeds/1719937101017826125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stevenallen.blogspot.com/2010/12/your-car-owns-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940903004384985404/posts/default/1719937101017826125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940903004384985404/posts/default/1719937101017826125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenallen.blogspot.com/2010/12/your-car-owns-you.html' title='Your Car Owns You'/><author><name>StevenAllen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09346105743819170253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iBhRnG3xbq4/TMebx_2TCbI/AAAAAAAAABQ/CIgTkNUDQfw/S220/steven.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940903004384985404.post-1294927630377309015</id><published>2010-11-02T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T00:13:47.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What you don't know wont hurt you. But it sure as hell will eat you alive.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;BEFORE YOU READ:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This blog is about sticking with the ones you love and keeping the truth even if it hurts. I have been through a lot in my life and I struggle with a few issues because of it. Though, I have found that staying true and keeping yourself in a forward-thinking mode helps a lot. Until you fall in love.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Read on and let me know what you think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;-StevenAllen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What you don’t know won’t hurt you. But it sure as hell will eat you alive. Going back and forth each day only digs deeper holes in the sort of a pattern that is never ending. Like a circle. Here one day, there another day then right where you started the next. It is like getting eaten alive by your own assumptions. You watch yourself roll over and repeat way too much. It’s like a theatre show. And they only have one act. Yeah you can talk about it and work it out. But, as soon as the curtain falls you are standing at the ticket line begging yourself for your show to start all over again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We move. We walk. We talk and laugh. Because we have to in order to keep from spilling the truth? That’s what my card says. I wish I could see yours. What is the truth? Damned if I know. I am like a victim of the modern Medusa. I see her in all of everything. I will be dandy until I see that one thing. That’s all it takes. The one thing from the person I love the most. Just one thing that makes me doubt and freeze my world into a withering standing victim of disbelief and worry. All it takes is a simple hug and a little reassurance that everything is okay. I have seen the face of death a few times and all it says every time is “wake up”. I am scared to open my heart any wider. It just gets stolen and lost every time. Why do you do this? Why does he look at you like that? I wish I thought I could come to you when I needed to see you. Why do you not care enough to fight for the truth? I am well aware of what my truth is. But I don’t know what THE truth is. MY truth is short, sweet and simple. You can put it on a plate and pour chocolate on it then serve it up on a silver platter. My truth stands alone. It is victorious and vicious. It believes me and I believe it. My truth stands taller than the sky and can be seen by anyone who cares to take a look. Not a glance as if you were shopping for a new television on the corner of Washington and Illinois. But a look as if you were sitting at home watching your newly purchased box of pictures and sound. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;My truth is that I stand and wait. I wait and talk. I look and feel. My heart grows and breaks. I tell tales of a real world. Lies fail to cross my lips. When I see you its like my heart and my feet are fighting to switch places. I am only as good as good gets when you are someone like me. Battered and beaten. Clean yet broken. My mind works like a long rushing down violent rapids during a thunder storm that lasts a thousand years. I keep my thoughts to myself because I am afraid of you. My only fear is what you think of me. My downfall is my mind yet it is the only thing that I have to keep me sane. So, with all that being said. I guess I just have one more line of complicated letters to put down on this retarded elongation of what I call a piece of my mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I love you more than live and I need you more than air.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940903004384985404-1294927630377309015?l=stevenallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenallen.blogspot.com/feeds/1294927630377309015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stevenallen.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-you-dont-know-wont-hurt-you-but-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940903004384985404/posts/default/1294927630377309015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940903004384985404/posts/default/1294927630377309015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenallen.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-you-dont-know-wont-hurt-you-but-it.html' title='What you don&apos;t know wont hurt you. But it sure as hell will eat you alive.'/><author><name>StevenAllen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09346105743819170253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iBhRnG3xbq4/TMebx_2TCbI/AAAAAAAAABQ/CIgTkNUDQfw/S220/steven.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940903004384985404.post-2076710589276934713</id><published>2010-10-26T12:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T12:43:04.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Day The Human Race will mature.</title><content type='html'>Okay. Im gonna rant for a second. But first off... sometimes when i type a lot... it does not always make sence 100% of the time. So sorry if that happens.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Anyway, sometimes i take pics that i personally like a lot. So then i will post those pics on facebook. Ohh woo woo. I wanna show my friends some pics I took. No where in, on or around that statement does it say that i am trying to publish those pictures on my facebook as an official portfolio for a big company or a modeling agent to see. I have had countless people (as in more than 6 or 7) come to be and voice their opinion on how unprofessional it is for me to publish a professional portfolio on Facebook. Hey you people. Get your head out of your ass. Its not my professional portfolio. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Just because a professional photographer has pics on facebook does not mean that they are trying to promote their work on a social network as a portfolio. I have a website that i publish some of my pics on and i am developing another one just for my photography. And just because i HAVE professional pictures on my facebook does not make me unprofessional.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Okay let me clear something up. Professional is being on time with your appointments. It is knowing how to produce high quality pictures for your clients. It is being creative enough to have an edge over amateur photographers. Professional is acting mature DURING your session and AROUND your clients. It is being up to date with trends and knowing what makes an awesome picture. It is the ability to promote yourself, book sessions, set up and complete the session and keep every promise you made through the whole process - all the way till the client gets their finished product and after if need be. There is more to it, but you get the idea. Professional is the way you act in a business setting. Not how much gear you have or what kind or any bs like that. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; If you talk about my work and you are talking shit... and i back myself up and maaybe talk a little shit back to you... that does NOT make me unprofessional. I mean, unless we are in front of a client. You could argue that anything i do that the public can see should be professional... but i honestly dont care. I am already a really nice person and I respect mature people. I dont start shit or cause drama. I am mature and have a good well-rounded head on my shoulders - so I think I am doing pretty well for myself just from that. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; And to everyone who has ever been there for a photo shoot or supported my work. Thank you so much! &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Please comment. I want to know your opinions.&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940903004384985404-2076710589276934713?l=stevenallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenallen.blogspot.com/feeds/2076710589276934713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stevenallen.blogspot.com/2010/10/one-day-human-race-will-mature.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940903004384985404/posts/default/2076710589276934713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940903004384985404/posts/default/2076710589276934713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenallen.blogspot.com/2010/10/one-day-human-race-will-mature.html' title='One Day The Human Race will mature.'/><author><name>StevenAllen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09346105743819170253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iBhRnG3xbq4/TMebx_2TCbI/AAAAAAAAABQ/CIgTkNUDQfw/S220/steven.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940903004384985404.post-4151734983280489248</id><published>2010-10-25T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T21:29:40.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shhh... There is a first time for everything.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So, this is my first blog post on my first (personal) blog. I have other stuff but that is for my business and such. I enjoy the happenings in my life and I would like to share those happenings with everyone else. If you know anything about me, you would already know that I don't really care to hide very much about myself so I will probably put a lot of random stuff in here. So here goes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;WHO AM I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;StevenAllen:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Photographer, Designer, Musician, Promoter, Song Writer, Computer Smart, Good Friend and Big Hearted.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I am Steven Allen Royer. I typically go by the name Steven. Or StevenAllen (my photography name). I actually like the way StevenAllen sounds so much that it would be cool if that is just what people called me. Haha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I am not really funny when I type stuff. So, I hope someone out there actually likes this stuff cuz I am typically always out somewhere with someone doing something. I like to go out with friends and have fun and do all kinds of things so ill post that shit on here, too.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;THATS ME - HERES SOME STUFF&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Like I said I am a photographer so, here are some pics I took. Keep in mind that I have the big ugly x in the pic for copyright/theft reasons. I catch people all the time using my pics for their own use. And people printing off my pics instead of buying a package from me. Damn poopheads! I will keep this first post somewhat short just so I don't keep you here reading a lot of boring crap. I will make sure and update this thing at least once a week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PICTURES!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iBhRnG3xbq4/TMYye5vSzII/AAAAAAAAAAM/hiI9X2LeI_c/s1600/8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iBhRnG3xbq4/TMYye5vSzII/AAAAAAAAAAM/hiI9X2LeI_c/s320/8.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of the latest shoots. I got 5&lt;br /&gt;awesome girls together and we&lt;br /&gt;did the shoot inside my friends&lt;br /&gt;tattoo shop. One hell of a night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iBhRnG3xbq4/TMYzL6jqA8I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ilbOcFW9wIc/s1600/_MG_8728.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iBhRnG3xbq4/TMYzL6jqA8I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ilbOcFW9wIc/s320/_MG_8728.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is my awesome girlfriend. She has begun to take the dive&lt;br /&gt;into the modeling industry. So far she is doing wonderfully.&lt;br /&gt;Search "Krissy Bakers Fan Page" on Facebook&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iBhRnG3xbq4/TMY5tKR7bsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/D3cCnusUgeE/s1600/20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iBhRnG3xbq4/TMY5tKR7bsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/D3cCnusUgeE/s320/20.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is a pic from the same tattoo shop&lt;br /&gt;photo shoot. We did a few creative pics and here&lt;br /&gt;is one of my favorites.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iBhRnG3xbq4/TMY10vL_KLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/I2i4ABvgS3Q/s1600/19.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iBhRnG3xbq4/TMY10vL_KLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/I2i4ABvgS3Q/s320/19.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is one of my models. I have worked with her a couple&lt;br /&gt;times and she has gotten better every shoot. This shot was&lt;br /&gt;taken right after I dropped my $50.00 shutter remote release&lt;br /&gt;in the river. At least I got a good pic out of it.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iBhRnG3xbq4/TMY2wO33KgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Q4mhyEbfxK0/s1600/16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iBhRnG3xbq4/TMY2wO33KgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Q4mhyEbfxK0/s320/16.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I also do a retarded amount of show&lt;br /&gt;photography. Here is an awesome&lt;br /&gt;guitarist&amp;nbsp;from a band called&lt;br /&gt;Dismiss The Serpent.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iBhRnG3xbq4/TMY70ShpCoI/AAAAAAAAAAk/TUQOQ5gmeJg/s1600/12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iBhRnG3xbq4/TMY70ShpCoI/AAAAAAAAAAk/TUQOQ5gmeJg/s320/12.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hannah is another one of my models.&lt;br /&gt;She is very talented at what she does&lt;br /&gt;so you will see more from here later on.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940903004384985404-4151734983280489248?l=stevenallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenallen.blogspot.com/feeds/4151734983280489248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stevenallen.blogspot.com/2010/10/shhh-there-is-first-time-for-everything.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940903004384985404/posts/default/4151734983280489248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940903004384985404/posts/default/4151734983280489248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenallen.blogspot.com/2010/10/shhh-there-is-first-time-for-everything.html' title='Shhh... 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