<?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-5702862</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:26:53.188-03:00</updated><title type='text'>CHAP'ILSSON</title><subtitle type='html'>não existe rascunho.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702862/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapilsson.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>chapilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11252359343116418667</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>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702862.post-112590325463835199</id><published>2005-09-05T03:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T03:54:14.643-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>eis a o quadro q o zaragoza ganhou da chapilsson.....ali perto dos desenhos da campanha de cigarro antigas... passo batido pela abertura do evento....  ficou ate o final..... e na real sumiu junto com....entao SEU ZARAGOZA...se tiver lendo....  DEVOLVE AI!!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/112590325463835199/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5702862&amp;postID=112590325463835199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702862/posts/default/112590325463835199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702862/posts/default/112590325463835199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapilsson.blogspot.com/2005/09/eis-o-quadro-q-o-zaragoza-ganhou-da.html' title=''/><author><name>chapilsson </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109142523233549208</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-5702862.post-111686536933701743</id><published>2005-05-23T13:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T13:22:49.346-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Num dia de verão tava todo o mundo locão, a constituição previa descontrução, e a congratulação vinha em aperto de mão. Mas ninguem falava não, então, todos correram na contra-mão, se esqueceram do avião e ficaram pelo chão. "Não precisa ta no ar p/ poder viajar!" gritou empolgado o alemão brasileirado. E qdo todos achavam q se tinha acabado, ouviu-se divulgando pelo radio, q toda a semana ia ser</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/111686536933701743/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5702862&amp;postID=111686536933701743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702862/posts/default/111686536933701743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702862/posts/default/111686536933701743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapilsson.blogspot.com/2005/05/num-dia-de-vero-tava-todo-o-mundo-loco.html' title=''/><author><name>chapilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11252359343116418667</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-5702862.post-111686644943877536</id><published>2005-04-14T13:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T13:40:49.436-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>eu vi um comecial de muitos q pra mim resumem a estupides desse povo. um comercial de aspirina da bayer na qual a moça dizia literalmente: ajuda a salvar a sua vida.---------- bandeira americana---------- (nao lembro de onde tirei).Acima le-se:vermelho - a favor da guerra do iraque;branco - contra a guerra do iraque;azul - nao sabe onde eh o iraquenosso corespondente internacional manda um video </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/111686644943877536/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5702862&amp;postID=111686644943877536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702862/posts/default/111686644943877536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702862/posts/default/111686644943877536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapilsson.blogspot.com/2005/04/eu-vi-um-comecial-de-muitos-q-pra-mim.html' title=''/><author><name>chapilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11252359343116418667</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-5702862.post-111686632873203194</id><published>2005-02-14T13:38:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T13:38:48.733-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sincronicidade, ou melhor sintonia. A Arte deve ser sincronizada, a mente deve estar em sintonia, interpretando e atualizando o q ha milhares de anos vem se acumulando e trasmitido.Estamos em contato c/ nossas geraçoes anteriores, como disse T. Leary, e sendo esse o nosso tempo, nosso inconsciente é como uma piramide invertida. Estando em contacto com gaya, deus ou o quer q vc chame, que é a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/111686632873203194/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5702862&amp;postID=111686632873203194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702862/posts/default/111686632873203194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702862/posts/default/111686632873203194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapilsson.blogspot.com/2005/02/sincronicidade-ou-melhor-sintonia.html' title=''/><author><name>chapilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11252359343116418667</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-5702862.post-111686628052271062</id><published>2004-12-19T13:37:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T13:38:00.523-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Lei quer esconder sua tara, marcar fronteiras e divisórias, mas secretamente indica o caminho da transgressão por onde sempre volta para haaaaaaa! A existência da Lei torna possível a sua transgressão. A instauração de Leis, de Tabus, a construção de conceitos filosóficos, de fronteiras entre o Caos e a ordem, é uma eclosão do Desejo contra o devir. O Desejo quer brincar e para aumentar sua </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/111686628052271062/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5702862&amp;postID=111686628052271062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702862/posts/default/111686628052271062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702862/posts/default/111686628052271062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapilsson.blogspot.com/2004/12/lei-quer-esconder-sua-tara-marcar.html' title=''/><author><name>chapilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11252359343116418667</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-5702862.post-111686561725695316</id><published>2004-09-20T13:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T13:26:57.260-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Os textos védicos mais antigos da Índia mencionam algo chamado soma. Para alguns pesquisadores, isso poderia ser uma espécie de bem bolado surgido da infusão da maconha, ou então uma referência a um poderoso cogumelo. No Lamaísmo, como em outras tendências do Budismo (geralmente as que prestam culto sagrado à Shiva), muitos iogues consomem a maconha na forma de Bangh, que é uma bebida, ou Gangia,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/111686561725695316/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5702862&amp;postID=111686561725695316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702862/posts/default/111686561725695316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702862/posts/default/111686561725695316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapilsson.blogspot.com/2004/09/os-textos-vdicos-mais-antigos-da-ndia.html' title=''/><author><name>chapilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11252359343116418667</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-5702862.post-111686555435314226</id><published>2004-09-04T13:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T13:25:54.353-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chapilsson:Criminosos, palhaços e artistas. Políticos, fantasmas e piromaníacos dionisíacos. Invadimos sua mente, cagamos suas idéias e queimamos sua moral junto com seus arquivos burgueses de história. O que nos interessa é cultura; de todos os povos, à todos os deuses, c/ todos os exilires mágicos.Nossa ciência é inconsciente.Ah consciência, alimento p/ inconsciente. Ah inconsciência, vaze por </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/111686555435314226/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5702862&amp;postID=111686555435314226&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702862/posts/default/111686555435314226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702862/posts/default/111686555435314226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapilsson.blogspot.com/2004/09/chapilssoncriminosos-palhaos-e.html' title=''/><author><name>chapilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11252359343116418667</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-5702862.post-111686538090697505</id><published>2004-08-15T13:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T13:23:00.906-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Num dia de verão tava todo o mundo locão, a constituição previa descontrução, e a congratulação vinha em aperto de mão. Mas ninguem falava não, então, todos correram na contra-mão, se esqueceram do avião e ficaram pelo chão. "Não precisa ta no ar p/ poder viajar!" gritou empolgado o alemão brasileirado. E qdo todos achavam q se tinha acabado, ouviu-se divulgando pelo radio, q toda a semana ia ser</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/111686538090697505/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5702862&amp;postID=111686538090697505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702862/posts/default/111686538090697505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702862/posts/default/111686538090697505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapilsson.blogspot.com/2004/08/num-dia-de-vero-tava-todo-o-mundo-loco.html' title=''/><author><name>chapilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11252359343116418667</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-5702862.post-111686361307668585</id><published>2004-07-30T12:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T12:53:33.076-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Postado 08/05/2005 às 22:29:04nosso corespondente internacional manda um video city-tour Paris!magronidas...saudades meu caro!!!!se cuida ai .....abrs!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/111686361307668585/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5702862&amp;postID=111686361307668585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702862/posts/default/111686361307668585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702862/posts/default/111686361307668585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapilsson.blogspot.com/2004/07/postado-08052005-s-222904-nosso.html' title=''/><author><name>chapilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11252359343116418667</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-5702862.post-111686394926945086</id><published>2004-07-03T12:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T12:59:09.270-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>eu vi um comecial de muitos q pra mim resumem a estupides desse povo. um comercial de aspirina da bayer na qual a moça dizia literalmente: ajuda a salvar a sua vida.---------- bandeira americana---------- (nao lembro de onde tirei).Acima le-se:vermelho - a favor da guerra do iraque;branco - contra a guerra do iraque;azul - nao sabe onde eh o iraque</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/111686394926945086/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5702862&amp;postID=111686394926945086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702862/posts/default/111686394926945086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702862/posts/default/111686394926945086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapilsson.blogspot.com/2004/07/eu-vi-um-comecial-de-muitos-q-pra-mim.html' title=''/><author><name>chapilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11252359343116418667</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-5702862.post-111686349801861307</id><published>2004-06-05T12:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T12:51:38.020-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"O festival de Wesak ou de Vaisakha é o festival de Buda. É marcado pelo nascimento, iluminação e morte de Buda. Este festival é celebrado anualmente na lua cheia de maio (este ano, no mês de abril); é o grande festival do oriente. É reconhecido por muitos como um dia de impacto espiritual supremo. Este festival não é uma celebração comemorativa, mas um presente, um evento vivo, uma cerimônia </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/111686349801861307/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5702862&amp;postID=111686349801861307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702862/posts/default/111686349801861307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702862/posts/default/111686349801861307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapilsson.blogspot.com/2004/06/o-festival-de-wesak-ou-de-vaisakha-o.html' title=''/><author><name>chapilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11252359343116418667</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-5702862.post-111686305403931088</id><published>2004-05-23T12:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T12:44:14.053-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>num dia de visitas recebi o iggy pop.Temperei c/ pó de acido a pipoca. Rock´n´roll é mandioca. Somos todos anarquistas.Viva o rei viva o rei, q é um gay. Metade é feminista! Eu q xamo xana de xavasca e pego xuva c/ a chicara da xuxa?!Se seu pé é minha musica blusa de imigrante inimiga é minha musa.  E essa frase eu termino c/ a. Mas podia ter mais pêlo q cabelo.Um abraço a todos,serelepe</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/111686305403931088/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5702862&amp;postID=111686305403931088&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702862/posts/default/111686305403931088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702862/posts/default/111686305403931088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapilsson.blogspot.com/2004/05/num-dia-de-visitas-recebi-o-iggy-pop.html' title=''/><author><name>chapilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11252359343116418667</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-5702862.post-111686340239439392</id><published>2004-04-10T12:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T12:50:02.396-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Segundo Chapilsson, a Natureza não existe. A Natureza não existe. Não existe*. Tudo aquilo que é estudado, classificado, nomeado, sistematizado, manipulado, pilhado, contrabandeado, destruído e hierarquizado, não é a Natureza. Não é a vida espontânea. Não é o Caos. Aquilo que a Ciência chama de Natureza não existe senão para o capitalismo e para as agências de marketing &amp; publicidade. Chapilsson </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/111686340239439392/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5702862&amp;postID=111686340239439392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702862/posts/default/111686340239439392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702862/posts/default/111686340239439392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapilsson.blogspot.com/2004/04/segundo-chapilsson-natureza-no-existe.html' title=''/><author><name>chapilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11252359343116418667</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-5702862.post-106912826861428340</id><published>2003-11-18T01:23:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T02:04:51.996-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sincronicidade, ou melhor sintonia. A Arte deve ser sincronizada, a mente deve estar em sintonia, interpretando e atualizando o q ha milhares de anos vem se acumulando e trasmitido.Estamos em contato c/ nossas geraçoes anteriores, como disse T. Leary, e sendo esse o nosso tempo, nosso inconsciente é como uma piramide invertida. Estando em contacto com gaya, deus ou o quer q vc chame, que é a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/106912826861428340/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702862/posts/default/106912826861428340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702862/posts/default/106912826861428340'/><author><name>chapilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11252359343116418667</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-5702862.post-106558770637886432</id><published>2003-10-08T01:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-08T01:35:06.180-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chapilsson:Criminosos, palhaços e artistas. Políticos, fantasmas e piromaníacos dionisíacos. Invadimos sua mente, cagamos suas idéias e queimamos sua moral junto com seus arquivos burgueses de história. O que nos interessa é cultura; de todos os povos, à todos os deuses, c/ todos os exilires mágicos.Nossa ciência é inconsciente.Ah consciência, alimento p/ inconsciente. Ah inconsciência, vaze </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/106558770637886432/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702862/posts/default/106558770637886432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702862/posts/default/106558770637886432'/><author><name>chapilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11252359343116418667</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-5702862.post-106400890423540894</id><published>2003-09-19T18:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-09-19T19:01:44.363-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Movimento ChapilssonSomos os andarilhos que não podem compartilhar seu elixir proibido. Estamos completamente chapados mas o caminho de volta está interditado. Por isso nossa pescaria ainda não terminou. Organizamos nosso circo de fumaça em buracos de coelho com paredes de haxixe. Decidimos abandonar para sempre o mundo do trabalho, e fluir no subsolo navegando em lençóis freáticos de Bangh. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/106400890423540894/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702862/posts/default/106400890423540894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702862/posts/default/106400890423540894'/><author><name>chapilsson </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109142523233549208</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-5702862.post-106394611994887723</id><published>2003-09-19T01:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-09-19T01:35:19.610-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>abaixo o rascunho!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/106394611994887723/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702862/posts/default/106394611994887723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702862/posts/default/106394611994887723'/><author><name>chapilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11252359343116418667</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-5702862.post-106394577834867666</id><published>2003-09-19T01:14:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2003-09-19T01:29:38.096-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>bem vindo seja aquele q cria no caos, aquele q bebe da fonte q seja, aquele q comunga os vermes, q outra, q fica locaos, q chove, q é tecnoroots, q é ruddou, ayuasca no café da manha, mulheres gostosas p resto do dia,mal vindo o carente, o q empata, o c/ freio ABS de seu carro importado, o guarda-chuva, o paraquedas e o pente.  A reta tb, aquele q ñ faz careta muito menos, o tio patinhas e o zé </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/106394577834867666/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702862/posts/default/106394577834867666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702862/posts/default/106394577834867666'/><author><name>chapilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11252359343116418667</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-5702862.post-106394574285924018</id><published>2003-09-19T01:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-09-19T01:29:02.613-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>bem vindo seja aquele q cria no caos, aquele q bebe da fonte q seja, aquele q comunga os vermes, q outra, q fica locaos, q chove, q é tecnoroots, q é ruddou, ayuasca no café da manha, mulheres gostosas p resto do dia,mal vindo o carente, o q empata, o c/ freio ABS de seu carro importado, o guarda-chuva, o paraquedas e o pente.  A reta tb, aquele q ñ faz careta muito menos, o tio patinhas e o zé </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/106394574285924018/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702862/posts/default/106394574285924018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702862/posts/default/106394574285924018'/><author><name>chapilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11252359343116418667</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-5702862.post-106135616603272549</id><published>2003-08-20T02:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-08-20T02:09:26.090-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/106135616603272549/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702862/posts/default/106135616603272549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702862/posts/default/106135616603272549'/><author><name>chapilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11252359343116418667</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>
