<?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-5108055883073816197</id><updated>2011-12-18T11:53:54.919-08:00</updated><category term='amanda'/><category term='trafico de drogas'/><category term='fezes'/><category term='humor negro'/><category term='Vanda Marcia'/><category term='solidão'/><category term='lucimara'/><category term='vida perfeita'/><category term='rômulo'/><category term='mar'/><category term='gregório'/><category term='tábata'/><category term='amor'/><category term='violência'/><category term='anderson'/><category term='suicídio'/><category term='leopoldo'/><category term='marineiva'/><category term='catarina'/><category term='josiel'/><category term='camila'/><category term='corno'/><category term='calixto'/><category term='nova vida'/><category term='café'/><category term='atropelamento'/><title type='text'>microvidas</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microvidas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108055883073816197/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microvidas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nixon vermelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12497541295486615830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ukE8p7akejs/TREU2lf0AlI/AAAAAAAABRI/NnGZcFsWd_U/S220/download.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108055883073816197.post-713503953675030750</id><published>2011-12-18T11:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T11:53:54.928-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vanda Marcia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leopoldo'/><title type='text'>o medo e o amor de leopoldo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AR7XyYn9AMo/Tu5DH_4A0DI/AAAAAAAACV0/eIQvAsqiNHk/s1600/junytghj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="218" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AR7XyYn9AMo/Tu5DH_4A0DI/AAAAAAAACV0/eIQvAsqiNHk/s320/junytghj.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Leopoldo morria de medo de ser abandonado por Vanda Marcia, sua esposa, e por causa desta fobia não pensava em outra coisa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O medo de Leopoldo era tamanho que para não correr o risco de ser deixado ele matou, esquartejou e comeu cada pedacinho de Vanda Marcia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O triste de tudo é que a polícia descobriu que ele devorou a Vanda Marcia acompanhado de um vinho que combinava com peixes e não com carne vermelha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108055883073816197-713503953675030750?l=microvidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microvidas.blogspot.com/feeds/713503953675030750/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://microvidas.blogspot.com/2011/12/o-medo-e-o-amor-de-leopoldo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108055883073816197/posts/default/713503953675030750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108055883073816197/posts/default/713503953675030750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microvidas.blogspot.com/2011/12/o-medo-e-o-amor-de-leopoldo.html' title='o medo e o amor de leopoldo'/><author><name>nixon vermelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12497541295486615830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ukE8p7akejs/TREU2lf0AlI/AAAAAAAABRI/NnGZcFsWd_U/S220/download.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AR7XyYn9AMo/Tu5DH_4A0DI/AAAAAAAACV0/eIQvAsqiNHk/s72-c/junytghj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108055883073816197.post-6546321575180703109</id><published>2011-10-31T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T12:10:05.256-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camila'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mar'/><title type='text'>camila e o verde mar</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oVw7c7Devaw/Tq7yPjtmrNI/AAAAAAAACHA/XY1rKyRVvko/s1600/hjsgr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oVw7c7Devaw/Tq7yPjtmrNI/AAAAAAAACHA/XY1rKyRVvko/s1600/hjsgr.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;camila tinha um rosto de sereia&lt;br /&gt;mas nadava como uma pedra&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Camila gostava tanto do mar que a família dela dizia que ela devia ser um peixe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A primeira vez que foi à praia entrou no mar e só saiu duas horas depois, carregada por um salva-vidas e já morta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108055883073816197-6546321575180703109?l=microvidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microvidas.blogspot.com/feeds/6546321575180703109/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://microvidas.blogspot.com/2011/10/camila-e-o-verde-mar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108055883073816197/posts/default/6546321575180703109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108055883073816197/posts/default/6546321575180703109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microvidas.blogspot.com/2011/10/camila-e-o-verde-mar.html' title='camila e o verde mar'/><author><name>nixon vermelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12497541295486615830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ukE8p7akejs/TREU2lf0AlI/AAAAAAAABRI/NnGZcFsWd_U/S220/download.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oVw7c7Devaw/Tq7yPjtmrNI/AAAAAAAACHA/XY1rKyRVvko/s72-c/hjsgr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108055883073816197.post-6439923614330893482</id><published>2011-10-31T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T11:59:30.151-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gregório'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lucimara'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corno'/><title type='text'>a popularidade de gregório</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--GLi1Hrxlms/Tq7v2wys47I/AAAAAAAACG4/Y11LjIuLvpw/s1600/frdcjjjjj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="244" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--GLi1Hrxlms/Tq7v2wys47I/AAAAAAAACG4/Y11LjIuLvpw/s320/frdcjjjjj.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;Gregório leva chifre até da mulher dom vizinho&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Desde criança Gregório dizia que ia se destacar na pequena cidade onde mora e e que todos falariam dele.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quando Gregório cresceu casou com Lucimara, a mulher mais rica e mais gostosa - e bota gostosa nisso - da pequena cidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Atualmente Lucimara trai Gregório com meio mundo e todo mundo só fala do corno mais famoso da cidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gregório tinha razão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108055883073816197-6439923614330893482?l=microvidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microvidas.blogspot.com/feeds/6439923614330893482/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://microvidas.blogspot.com/2011/10/popularidade-de-gregorio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108055883073816197/posts/default/6439923614330893482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108055883073816197/posts/default/6439923614330893482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microvidas.blogspot.com/2011/10/popularidade-de-gregorio.html' title='a popularidade de gregório'/><author><name>nixon vermelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12497541295486615830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ukE8p7akejs/TREU2lf0AlI/AAAAAAAABRI/NnGZcFsWd_U/S220/download.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--GLi1Hrxlms/Tq7v2wys47I/AAAAAAAACG4/Y11LjIuLvpw/s72-c/frdcjjjjj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108055883073816197.post-6584197425813158882</id><published>2011-10-31T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T11:26:01.454-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='violência'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marineiva'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='josiel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>os delicados prazeres de marineiva</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZY9cOZSXVPk/Tq7oCSqNgoI/AAAAAAAACGo/vSlbXo20MbE/s1600/fcde.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZY9cOZSXVPk/Tq7oCSqNgoI/AAAAAAAACGo/vSlbXo20MbE/s320/fcde.jpg" width="257" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;marineiva nasceu para apanhar&lt;br /&gt;e gosta disso&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Marineiva gosta de sexo violento, ela ama apanhar quando transa e só goza depois de levar uns tapas na cara.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Depois de vários relacionamentos infelizes ela encontrou a felicidade quando casou com Josiel, um homossexual enrustido que por recalque espanca as mulheres.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Realmente nunca sabemos onde encontraremos o amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108055883073816197-6584197425813158882?l=microvidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microvidas.blogspot.com/feeds/6584197425813158882/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://microvidas.blogspot.com/2011/10/os-delicados-prazeres-de-marineiva.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108055883073816197/posts/default/6584197425813158882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108055883073816197/posts/default/6584197425813158882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microvidas.blogspot.com/2011/10/os-delicados-prazeres-de-marineiva.html' title='os delicados prazeres de marineiva'/><author><name>nixon vermelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12497541295486615830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ukE8p7akejs/TREU2lf0AlI/AAAAAAAABRI/NnGZcFsWd_U/S220/download.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZY9cOZSXVPk/Tq7oCSqNgoI/AAAAAAAACGo/vSlbXo20MbE/s72-c/fcde.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108055883073816197.post-2668035263094963204</id><published>2011-05-05T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T13:36:12.958-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='atropelamento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor negro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anderson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nova vida'/><title type='text'>os novos caminhos de anderson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5CVX9FuoE0g/TcMKDR63TFI/AAAAAAAABx8/Mv5p5rya4qw/s1600/aur.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5CVX9FuoE0g/TcMKDR63TFI/AAAAAAAABx8/Mv5p5rya4qw/s400/aur.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nem todos os caminhos levam ao seu destino&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anderson passava todos os dias pela mesma rua ao sair do trabalho e voltar para casa, mas um dia ele cansou de sempre fazer as mesmas coisas e resolveu pegar um caminho diferente, ao invés de dobrar à direita, resolveu ir pela esquerda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Andreson mal deu dois passos em seu novo caminho e foi atropelado por um caminhão carregado de frangos congelados.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108055883073816197-2668035263094963204?l=microvidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microvidas.blogspot.com/feeds/2668035263094963204/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://microvidas.blogspot.com/2011/05/os-novos-caminhos-de-anderson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108055883073816197/posts/default/2668035263094963204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108055883073816197/posts/default/2668035263094963204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microvidas.blogspot.com/2011/05/os-novos-caminhos-de-anderson.html' title='os novos caminhos de anderson'/><author><name>nixon vermelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12497541295486615830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ukE8p7akejs/TREU2lf0AlI/AAAAAAAABRI/NnGZcFsWd_U/S220/download.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5CVX9FuoE0g/TcMKDR63TFI/AAAAAAAABx8/Mv5p5rya4qw/s72-c/aur.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108055883073816197.post-6967494159870874551</id><published>2011-04-11T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T05:55:21.074-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suicídio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='solidão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='calixto'/><title type='text'>a solidão de calixto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hXSqOyiM5jU/TaL6A6OUWOI/AAAAAAAABww/UxBGcEEE8kU/s1600/vced.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hXSqOyiM5jU/TaL6A6OUWOI/AAAAAAAABww/UxBGcEEE8kU/s400/vced.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594308580683831522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ninguém lembrava de Calixto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Calixto era um rapaz que de tão insignificante ninguém notava sua presença e muito menos se ele não estava ali. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;De tão insignificante e esquecido por todos, Calixto não era lembrado nem para ser convidado para a festa de final de ano da empresa em que trabalhava.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Toda essa solidão fez Calixto tomar uma atitude definitiva: na noite de Natal Calixto meteu uma bala na cabeça.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Encontraram seus restos mortais um ano depois.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ninguém nunca lembrava de Calixto. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108055883073816197-6967494159870874551?l=microvidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microvidas.blogspot.com/feeds/6967494159870874551/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://microvidas.blogspot.com/2011/04/solidao-de-calixto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108055883073816197/posts/default/6967494159870874551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108055883073816197/posts/default/6967494159870874551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microvidas.blogspot.com/2011/04/solidao-de-calixto.html' title='a solidão de calixto'/><author><name>nixon vermelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12497541295486615830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ukE8p7akejs/TREU2lf0AlI/AAAAAAAABRI/NnGZcFsWd_U/S220/download.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hXSqOyiM5jU/TaL6A6OUWOI/AAAAAAAABww/UxBGcEEE8kU/s72-c/vced.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108055883073816197.post-4296342748325941130</id><published>2011-03-31T15:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T10:08:50.005-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tábata'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rômulo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='café'/><title type='text'>o café de tábata</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gf8nohRsDI8/TZT-a6LMy9I/AAAAAAAABwA/DCK3LSCeHYE/s1600/caf.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590372775719914450" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gf8nohRsDI8/TZT-a6LMy9I/AAAAAAAABwA/DCK3LSCeHYE/s400/caf.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 316px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tábata não servia pra nada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tábata era casada com Rômulo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Todo dia ela escutava ele a chamar de burra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um dia, numa bela manhã de abril, ela acordou mais cedo e ao preparar o café da manhã de ambos, colocou veneno no café dele.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O único problema é que ela pegou a xícara errada e acabou tomando o café envenedado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rômulo estava certo, Tábata era muito burra mesmo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108055883073816197-4296342748325941130?l=microvidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microvidas.blogspot.com/feeds/4296342748325941130/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://microvidas.blogspot.com/2011/03/o-cafe-de-janaina.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108055883073816197/posts/default/4296342748325941130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108055883073816197/posts/default/4296342748325941130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microvidas.blogspot.com/2011/03/o-cafe-de-janaina.html' title='o café de tábata'/><author><name>nixon vermelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12497541295486615830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ukE8p7akejs/TREU2lf0AlI/AAAAAAAABRI/NnGZcFsWd_U/S220/download.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gf8nohRsDI8/TZT-a6LMy9I/AAAAAAAABwA/DCK3LSCeHYE/s72-c/caf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108055883073816197.post-819749322331118257</id><published>2011-03-15T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T13:51:37.393-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amanda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='atropelamento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vida perfeita'/><title type='text'>a pequena vida de amanda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kLLyn6sUjLc/TX_RJAdjyDI/AAAAAAAABp0/AZIgLi-J-Z4/s1600/muljer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kLLyn6sUjLc/TX_RJAdjyDI/AAAAAAAABp0/AZIgLi-J-Z4/s400/muljer.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584412015635712050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amanda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;uma mulher que nasceu com cara de paisagem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Amanda é rica, jovem, bonita, elegante, casada com um homem que faz tudo por e para ela e tem um filho que é o melhor aluno da escola.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tudo é perfeito para Amanda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoje pela manhã, ao sair da sua aula de pilates, foi atropelada por um caminhão de lixo e morreu na hora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Coisa da vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108055883073816197-819749322331118257?l=microvidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microvidas.blogspot.com/feeds/819749322331118257/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://microvidas.blogspot.com/2011/03/pequena-vida-de-amana.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108055883073816197/posts/default/819749322331118257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108055883073816197/posts/default/819749322331118257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microvidas.blogspot.com/2011/03/pequena-vida-de-amana.html' title='a pequena vida de amanda'/><author><name>nixon vermelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12497541295486615830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ukE8p7akejs/TREU2lf0AlI/AAAAAAAABRI/NnGZcFsWd_U/S220/download.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kLLyn6sUjLc/TX_RJAdjyDI/AAAAAAAABp0/AZIgLi-J-Z4/s72-c/muljer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108055883073816197.post-6347784301349664983</id><published>2011-02-28T13:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T13:24:12.905-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='catarina'/><title type='text'>o voo de catarina</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DB3U6-fC4kI/TWwScZ2XPnI/AAAAAAAABms/UNlh-5VWxWE/s1600/4040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 174px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DB3U6-fC4kI/TWwScZ2XPnI/AAAAAAAABms/UNlh-5VWxWE/s400/4040.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578854317589741170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quando Catarina contava para os amigos que ao fazer 18 anos ela poderia voar ninguém acreditava. Na manhã de seu aniversário, Catarina subiu até o terraço do prédio onde morava e saltou ao céu para provar para todos que podia voar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quem mais se incomodou com esta história foi o zelador do prédio de Catarina, que passou a tarde inteira limpando o chão do pátio para tirar as manchas de sangue que ficaram espalhadas pra todo lado. O mais estranho de tudo é que ele encontrou uma pena em meio ao sangue e aos ossos espatifados.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108055883073816197-6347784301349664983?l=microvidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microvidas.blogspot.com/feeds/6347784301349664983/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://microvidas.blogspot.com/2011/02/o-voo-de-catarina.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108055883073816197/posts/default/6347784301349664983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108055883073816197/posts/default/6347784301349664983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microvidas.blogspot.com/2011/02/o-voo-de-catarina.html' title='o voo de catarina'/><author><name>nixon vermelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12497541295486615830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ukE8p7akejs/TREU2lf0AlI/AAAAAAAABRI/NnGZcFsWd_U/S220/download.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DB3U6-fC4kI/TWwScZ2XPnI/AAAAAAAABms/UNlh-5VWxWE/s72-c/4040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108055883073816197.post-5773789893715660029</id><published>2011-02-16T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T12:32:12.792-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trafico de drogas'/><title type='text'>jesus está próximo de você</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WblFdMpiPzc/TVw0QGEKDLI/AAAAAAAABhg/7dg5nBKtOfE/s1600/ggggg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 311px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WblFdMpiPzc/TVw0QGEKDLI/AAAAAAAABhg/7dg5nBKtOfE/s400/ggggg.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574387889888431282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lurdes Maria sempre quis ser uma esposa de Jesus, desde criança era seu sonho e sempre rezava para isso se tornar realidade.&lt;div&gt;Ao completar 15 anos ela encontrou Jesus em um aeroporto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jesus era alto, moreno, de barba e era um boliviano que traficava cocaína para o Brasil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje Lurdes Maria viaja por toda a América Latina e Europa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A única coisa que a incomoda é que alguns supositórios de coca são muito grandes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108055883073816197-5773789893715660029?l=microvidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microvidas.blogspot.com/feeds/5773789893715660029/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://microvidas.blogspot.com/2011/02/jesus-esta-proximo-de-voce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108055883073816197/posts/default/5773789893715660029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108055883073816197/posts/default/5773789893715660029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microvidas.blogspot.com/2011/02/jesus-esta-proximo-de-voce.html' title='jesus está próximo de você'/><author><name>nixon vermelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12497541295486615830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ukE8p7akejs/TREU2lf0AlI/AAAAAAAABRI/NnGZcFsWd_U/S220/download.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WblFdMpiPzc/TVw0QGEKDLI/AAAAAAAABhg/7dg5nBKtOfE/s72-c/ggggg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108055883073816197.post-4422923907849982085</id><published>2011-02-11T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T12:37:25.187-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fezes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor negro'/><title type='text'>coprofagia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gregório era um rapaz que amava a vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas tinha uma coisa que ele amava mais que todas as outras... cagar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Um dia ele conheceu Isabela, uma linda moça que era chegada em coprofagia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O amor nunca foi tão lindo e tão sujo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108055883073816197-4422923907849982085?l=microvidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microvidas.blogspot.com/feeds/4422923907849982085/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://microvidas.blogspot.com/2011/02/teste.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108055883073816197/posts/default/4422923907849982085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108055883073816197/posts/default/4422923907849982085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microvidas.blogspot.com/2011/02/teste.html' title='coprofagia'/><author><name>nixon vermelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12497541295486615830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ukE8p7akejs/TREU2lf0AlI/AAAAAAAABRI/NnGZcFsWd_U/S220/download.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
