tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65623282761289605672024-02-19T02:36:40.523-08:00Down & Out In Paris & Londonnom de plumehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01734586790106652506noreply@blogger.comBlogger35125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6562328276128960567.post-37249102624713955982012-05-25T07:30:00.000-07:002012-05-25T07:30:04.929-07:00Im not very good with goodbyes,<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This one is for the school boys and the school girls,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And for the English teacher who lived.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The empty air around the Eiffel tower was stagnant,</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I could feel it sticking to my skin,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">and strangling my neighbors dog.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Last night I cut my wrist,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I cut my wrist and bled words from my mouth,</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I told her how much I wanted to be with her,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">and why I stopped writing in all CAPS.</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">She put out her cigarette with a handful of dreams,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">and threw them into the sand.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It caught the attention of that eerie homeless,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">and he screamed.</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Something about a crystal ball,</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">something about the Eiffel tower being made half of glass,</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">and half of a cup of brandy.</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">He said that in the 1920's</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">we didn't have to pretend,</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">we could all go to the carnival,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">an ride the rides.</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">we didn't have to drink to keep friends,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">he was talking about her,</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">and even though her cheeks were that rosy,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">and she didn't talk very much she had magic powers. </div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This girl, she was wearing a dress </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">and was covered head to toe in mini chandeliers,</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">she stood on a tower of non existent greatness.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">she said she had dreams of the coast,</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">driving up and down,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">city to city.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Only stopping to pick up tourist,</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">who had finally found out what it meant to be alive.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">people who came to Paris for Paris,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">and stayed because they had other places to go,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">but wanted to keep the words draining from a broken heart,</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">into the leather soles of there shoes.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And this is me,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">desperately veering from side to side,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">sightless, mindless, and caring for nothingness </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">on this pathway to poverty and social defeat. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And this is me,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">and the tourist I met,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">and the Parisians that fed me until I couldn't be fuller.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And for Kyle Nelson,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The Prince of Paris,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">the one man on earth who can teach creativity,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">who can force me and my pen to create words,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">and worlds, and Alaska, and Helen.</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The one man who can make teenage boys cry for good reasons,</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">and make certain 17 year old girls show up to class on time,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">can make you realize its OK to be up at 2:47 AM,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">as long as you have a pen and blank spot on your arm to write.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">When I grow up I want to be just like my <strike>Dad</strike></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I want to be just like Kyle Nelson,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Because he cares too much,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">and didn't kill himself when he could've,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">always spoke for himself,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">even if its 3 AM,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">when a Tweet would do,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">because his wife wont listen,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">and his heart needs a rest.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This is for Kyle Nelson,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Because he really did change my life. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Thank you for everything Nelson,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">-Tim Thompson </div>nom de plumehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01734586790106652506noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6562328276128960567.post-41668449969215993292012-05-23T13:55:00.002-07:002012-05-23T13:55:47.318-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNIUAiloiNQrHqjOoJDj_BvMinuQYIySNAy_KpkT_2VZz0AsBPFyvFRoNbVilMliIVHsWErSYuMIwy8Eli_z5rK5oTx6USafVi4S4BIvv3JdzxELXPrhbmqzP4vh_GlTw1kqdxY-abfTOb/s1600/FILM+FILM+B&W+NEW+004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="263" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNIUAiloiNQrHqjOoJDj_BvMinuQYIySNAy_KpkT_2VZz0AsBPFyvFRoNbVilMliIVHsWErSYuMIwy8Eli_z5rK5oTx6USafVi4S4BIvv3JdzxELXPrhbmqzP4vh_GlTw1kqdxY-abfTOb/s400/FILM+FILM+B&W+NEW+004.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>nom de plumehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01734586790106652506noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6562328276128960567.post-69686377851912314962012-05-21T09:11:00.001-07:002012-05-23T13:28:16.754-07:00Because we cant know everything,<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">I have dreams,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">of Paris, of Alaska, and of Helen.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">I care about certain things to the point of extremely high anxiety,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">and other things, I can ignore, pretend they dont exhist.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Usually they are thing I should care about, it scares me.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">If you really knew me, you would know that I have been on a desperate venture to find neverland, and Im failing.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Theres this girl, I cant stop thinking about her, and I want to get this out towards the beginning, so here we go.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">I just want to kiss you.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">If you really knew me, you would know that as soon as I picked up this pen, every word, no matter how brilliant, poetic, cliche, unoriginal, brilliant, whatever. They all left me.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">If you really knew me you would know that Im after honesty, and not much else.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">If you really knew me you would know that my heart fell out of my chest long ago, and I cant find it.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">If you really knew me you would know that the Phantom of my basement is alot more convincing than my parents.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">I dont know how much I like that.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">If you really knew me, you would know that im never happy with the seasons,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">when its spring I want fall,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">when its summer I want fall,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">when its winter I want fall,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">And when it is fall, I fall.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">If you really knew me, you would know that I spent a whole week hunting from a canoe,And I never left my house.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">If you really knew me you would know that im sick of falling for every girl with curls and a sundress.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">If you really knew me, you would know that Helen matters more to me than even my family.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">which is ok, because I finally found out "who" she is.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">If you really knew me you would know that I depend more on my friends, and empty film cameras, than God and I focus more on nothingness and nature, and I dont care what my parents say nearly as much as I should.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">If you really knew me, youd know that im perfectly happy with who I am,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">But all I want is to change.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">For better or for worse.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Dear Perfection,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Your never going to happen. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Please stop sleeping with all my friends.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">love,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">nom</span>nom de plumehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01734586790106652506noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6562328276128960567.post-6799553003284259202012-05-21T08:48:00.001-07:002012-05-21T16:47:35.940-07:00Dear Helen,<h3><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;">Im sorry that Ive been fake.</span></h3><h3><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;">Im sorry, that I don't know you as well as I thought.</span></h3><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"></span><br />
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and drip paint down my face.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">whoever you once were ran away,<br />
and took the silence with them.</span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Silence left, and took everything with it.</span></div>nom de plumehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01734586790106652506noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6562328276128960567.post-63166907515461563602012-05-06T19:39:00.000-07:002012-05-06T19:39:15.406-07:00This just might be, the last letter I ever write to Helen. I hope this is the last letter I ever wright to Helen.<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">I can still smell the burning cigarette on my skin,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">But it isnt enough.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">I will never be convinced,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">that you held me so tight.</span></span><br />
<br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Today it was 84 degrees outside,<br />
you and I were supposed to go on a picknick in the park.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New;">I wanted to hold your hand,<br />
and all you could do was hand me you cigarettes.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New;">And when you called me on the phone today I could sware I never felt so many razors cut my wrists.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New;">You talked about the first time we smoked together</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New;">and your trip to Alaska,<br />
And thats when I hung up.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New;">Helen,<br />
If you could please stop treating me like this that would be great,<br />
because I dont really care if he has a new motorcycle,<br />
or tea recipe I should try.<br />
<br />
I care about you,<br />
your ash stained fingers,<br />
and that polaroid we took together last fall.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New;">I knew you could tell something was on my mind,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New;">Darling dont worry,<br />
really its nothing,<br />
<br />
Please dont worry about me, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New;">my note book,<br />
or the crystalized tears left inside.<br />
<br />
Darling when Im without you,<br />
I cant think of metaphors and other creative things,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New;">just this window, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New;">and the tears that are dripping down the sides.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New;">And Helen I know this all sounds depressing,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New;">But please forgive me,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New;">Because the clouds are truly beautiful today,<br />
and that noose you tied </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New;">will top even the dullest knife </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New;">I stab into my chest.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New;">Helen I really think that my depression,<br />
and your anorexia would go well together.</span><br />
<br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New;">We could move to france with eachother,<br />
buy a small house,<br />
fall asleep to silent movies,<br />
and wake up to the sound of vespa scooters,<br />
and the smell of fresh baked bread.<br />
<br />
we could watch live music at small cafes,<br />
and take lomographs of the Eiffel Tower.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New;">Our lives would be filled with nothing that matters,<br />
and everything we cared about.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New;">Helen,<br />
I called that old friend of your,<br />
the one we ran into downtown,<br />
the one with the boots.<br />
<br />
When she picked me up,<br />
I could smell vodka on her breath.<br />
<br />
I remember that,<br />
and we had a lovely dinner.<br />
<br />
And now,<br />
Im in the back of a motel,<br />
in some city I dont even know the name of,<br />
and im writing you these letters on the back of napkins.<br />
<br />
Helen its 3 AM,<br />
and that black crow over there </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New;">has the prettiest feathers ive ever seen,</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New;">I just wish you were here to see.</span><br />
<br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New;"></span>nom de plumehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01734586790106652506noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6562328276128960567.post-65231150368433245012012-05-06T19:00:00.000-07:002012-05-06T19:00:03.322-07:00I think quite possibly your heart weighs more than the rest of your body, and trust me... Its not because its made of gold.<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Blue Skies,<br />
<br />
Green Grass,<br />
<br />
Depressed Teenagers,<br />
<br />
Highschool Love,<br />
<br />
Love songs,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Love,<br />
Love,<br />
Love....<br />
<br />
<br />
Maybe he'll get the girl in the end,<br />
<br />
Or maybe he'll get in a car crash next week,<br />
and the things he said to her last night,<br />
will die along with him.<br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">#Dishonesty</span></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-GftYSJW6u4O6PiS_d_OuoTxOENkdE7fkdDbX9CFcjWREET_Ff9u4RuBjPzr3SBo_fMbiRRIVdQQ7WBh1zl5EILmL1fe_lzYEk7vpAnt4n-fwHd8FrPsbt5v075t8xEMd2ZLlDm_7pUtX/s1600/Film+scan+round+2+015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="211" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-GftYSJW6u4O6PiS_d_OuoTxOENkdE7fkdDbX9CFcjWREET_Ff9u4RuBjPzr3SBo_fMbiRRIVdQQ7WBh1zl5EILmL1fe_lzYEk7vpAnt4n-fwHd8FrPsbt5v075t8xEMd2ZLlDm_7pUtX/s320/Film+scan+round+2+015.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>nom de plumehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01734586790106652506noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6562328276128960567.post-34567507830891512342012-04-29T20:28:00.000-07:002012-04-29T20:28:42.167-07:00I dont have very many words right now,<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">I want the poetry slam to come back,<br />
words are better out loud.</span><br />
<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">I think I might post something for real tomorrow,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">today = Melancholy</span></div>nom de plumehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01734586790106652506noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6562328276128960567.post-23647045713871948872012-04-27T14:09:00.000-07:002012-04-27T14:09:57.378-07:00dialogue, [ dahy-uh-lawg, -log]<div class="header"><h2 class="me">di·a·logue</h2><sup></sup> <span class="pronset"><span audio="http://sp.dictionary.com/dictstatic/dictionary/audio/luna/D02/D0260800.mp3" class="speaker" default="http://dictionary.reference.com/audio.html/lunaWAV/D02/D0260800"><noscript><a onmousedown="spk(this,{lk:'nx1fkx',en:'wotdau',io:'0',b:'wotd',tp:'lrl',m:'wotdau'})" href="#"></a><a target="_blank" href="http://dictionary.reference.com/audio.html/lunaWAV/D02/D0260800"><img border="0" src="http://sp.dictionary.com/dictstatic/g/d/speaker.gif"></a></noscript></span> <span class="show_ipapr" style="display: none;"><span class="prondelim">/</span><span class="pron">ˈdaɪ<span class="luna-thinspace"></span>əˌlɔg</span><span class="pron">,</span> <span class="pron">-ˌlɒg</span><span class="prondelim">/</span> <a class="questionmark" href="http://dictionary.reference.com/help/luna/IPA_pron_key.html" target="_blank"></a> <span class="pron_toggle" style="display: inline;"><a alt="Toggle for Spelled" class="pronlink" href="http://www.blogger.com/" title="Click to show spelled">Show Spelled</a> </span></span><span class="show_spellpr" style="display: inline;"><span class="prondelim">[</span><span class="pron"><span class="boldface">dahy</span>-<span class="ital-inline">uh</span>-lawg</span><span class="pron">,</span> <span class="pron">-log</span><span class="prondelim">]</span> <a class="questionmark" href="http://dictionary.reference.com/help/luna/Spell_pron_key.html" target="_blank"></a> <span class="pron_toggle" style="display: inline;"><a alt="Toggle for IPA" class="pronlink" href="http://www.blogger.com/" title="Click to show IPA">Show IPA</a> </span></span></span><span class="pg"><span id="hotword"><span id="hotword" name="hotword">noun,</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword">verb</span> </span></span><span class="secondary-bf"><span id="hotword"><span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="color: #333333; cursor: default;">di·a·logued,</span> </span></span><span class="secondary-bf"><span id="hotword"><span id="hotword" name="hotword">di·a·logu·ing.</span> </span></span> </div><div class="body"><div class="pbk"><span class="pg"><span id="hotword"><span id="hotword" name="hotword">noun</span> </span></span><br />
<div class="luna-Ent"><span class="dnindex"><span id="hotword"><span id="hotword" name="hotword">1.</span> </span></span><br />
<div class="dndata"><span id="hotword"><span id="hotword" name="hotword">conversation</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="color: #333333; cursor: default;">between</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword">two</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword">or</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword">more</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword">persons.</span> </span></div></div><div class="luna-Ent"><span class="dnindex"><span id="hotword"><span id="hotword" name="hotword">2.</span> </span></span><br />
<div class="dndata"><span id="hotword"><span id="hotword" name="hotword">the</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword">conversation</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword">between</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="color: #333333; cursor: default;">characters</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword">in</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword">a</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword">novel,</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword">drama,</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword">etc.</span> </span></div></div><div class="luna-Ent"><span class="dnindex"><span id="hotword"><span id="hotword" name="hotword">3.</span> </span></span><br />
<div class="dndata"><span id="hotword"><span id="hotword" name="hotword">an</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword">exchange</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword">of</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword">ideas</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword">or</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword">opinions</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword">on</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="color: #333333; cursor: default;">a</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="color: #333333; cursor: default;">particular</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword">issue,</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword">especially</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword">a</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword">political</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword">or</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword">religious</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="color: #0055bb; cursor: pointer;">issue,</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="color: #333333; cursor: default;">with</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword">a</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword">view</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword">to</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword">reaching</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword">an</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword">amicable</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword">agreement</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword">or</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="color: #333333; cursor: default;">settlement.</span> </span></div></div><div class="luna-Ent"><span class="dnindex"><span id="hotword"><span id="hotword" name="hotword">4.</span> </span></span><br />
<div class="dndata"><span id="hotword"><span id="hotword" name="hotword">a</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword">literary</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword">work</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword">in</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword">the</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword">form</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword">of</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword">a</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword">conversation:</span> </span><span class="ital-inline"><span id="hotword"><span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="color: #333333; cursor: default;">a</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword">dialogue</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword">of</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword">Plato.</span> </span></span></div><div class="dndata"></div><div class="dndata"></div><div class="dndata"><span class="ital-inline"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Some memorable conversations,</span></span></div><div class="dndata"></div><div class="dndata"><span class="ital-inline"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Exhibit A:</span></span></div><div class="dndata"></div><div class="dndata"><span class="ital-inline"><span style="font-family: Courier New;">Bon Iver, For Emma For Ever Ago</span></span></div><div class="dndata"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/jDj44n5bjWU?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Lastly,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">(Coming Soon)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">and the sun was alot brighter </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">than it had been in a long time</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New;">The expressions we shared were meaningless,<br />
they meant so much</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New;">The Laughing and the crying,<br />
it was something so close to commical,<br />
yet so tragic.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New;">The way a clown feels when a herse drives past,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New;">the strange aura of melancholy piano tunes,<br />
the clatter of spilt cups of tea</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New;">It was sad and it was lonely,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New;">I had never experienced something so beautiful,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New;">so horrifying. So good.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New;">So cold on my bones,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New;">But so warm on my skin.<br />
<br />
It was a beautiful experience,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New;">you were wearing a beautiful dress,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New;">my jeans were torn at the knee,</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New;">The grass was so long and the sun was so bright.</span>nom de plumehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01734586790106652506noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6562328276128960567.post-70839862587624695102012-04-23T09:21:00.001-07:002012-04-26T14:43:10.027-07:00Vacancy,<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAWN6a5Ue6qxbAH6hI08JEfRqsseMFo0Cor5lrNbChd8l0L7XLrNT44Ym2Hr5HMfUB_oZOb9S0rVD2cRObfmPNaRddDHx4K4V8-qFQLw3JIvcDFh3Gb_M6MNnj7rG7ZDMmRzB-bwbzRQU3/s1600/noose+%28newspaper+blackout+poem%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAWN6a5Ue6qxbAH6hI08JEfRqsseMFo0Cor5lrNbChd8l0L7XLrNT44Ym2Hr5HMfUB_oZOb9S0rVD2cRObfmPNaRddDHx4K4V8-qFQLw3JIvcDFh3Gb_M6MNnj7rG7ZDMmRzB-bwbzRQU3/s640/noose+%28newspaper+blackout+poem%29.jpg" width="464" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Because sometimes its about what you don't write,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">and the emotions you never want to feel again. </div>nom de plumehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01734586790106652506noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6562328276128960567.post-68413598511976637372012-04-02T09:07:00.001-07:002012-04-02T09:12:22.552-07:00kitchen cabinets,Just open up the cabinets, <br />
and rip out my heart,<br />
<br />
shatter the glass and look out the window to my left.<br />
<br />
I see you and I see him,<br />
hes wearing a wife beater and has tattoos,<br />
your wearing a sundress and your hair is in curls.<br />
<br />
I want to feel that ribbon tied in your hair,<br />
I want to count every spot on your sundress,<br />
and every freckle on your face.<br />
<br />
Your in that filthy convertable of his,<br />
his shirt is so dirty,<br />
I never thought youd be caught with someone so disgusting,<br />
I thought that I had taught you better.<br />
<br />
Helen my Dear,<br />
Read me like a book.<br />
Im frantically typing these words on my new old typewriter,<br />
im cutting them out out,<br />
and im hiding them every where that I know you'll be.<br />
<br />
Because all I want is for you to read them,<br />
thats just the kind of guy I am.<br />
<br />
Helen my darling give me a chance,<br />
I sware Ill never love someone like I love you.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhRx2F5OLxNIPU1_Sup8o58jH-h2f-7XD3jMHn0ecfDe3eKQk_Iz1Fh4Y4x7U_yVTzhi3MDsIFK3cRfF0QBfE4_caygbLyTH-JGMoXcCTkrbYe4dzhM09mOVB8sx0m2DwmaXXW5KjNGNdc/s1600/0003826500271.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" dea="true" height="265" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhRx2F5OLxNIPU1_Sup8o58jH-h2f-7XD3jMHn0ecfDe3eKQk_Iz1Fh4Y4x7U_yVTzhi3MDsIFK3cRfF0QBfE4_caygbLyTH-JGMoXcCTkrbYe4dzhM09mOVB8sx0m2DwmaXXW5KjNGNdc/s400/0003826500271.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>nom de plumehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01734586790106652506noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6562328276128960567.post-40687123737030165102012-04-01T20:20:00.000-07:002012-04-01T20:20:58.499-07:00a haunting,I went to this wonderful concert the other night,<br />
and theres nothing I can really say to describe it,<br />
and im sorry im not writing anything poetic,<br />
<br />
but I feel after watching this,<br />
youll understand why I feel anything I write <br />
would be an inadequate portrayal of any emotions.<br />
sorry it cuts off at the end.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzcAqZpq2LfyCYcBSD-w7rQAptX4jDEZZw8m9ALeKmyCQmXQgpB2J22RYP7AG7UWxKvmd90bCEn2Z_vy947EA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>nom de plumehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01734586790106652506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6562328276128960567.post-48837524468602708382012-03-29T09:15:00.000-07:002012-03-29T09:15:28.869-07:00MAX,It was a rainy day in Portland Oregon,<br />
And all I wanted <br />
was to remember what it was like to be a kid again,<br />
to build a fortress of blankets and forget everything.<br />
<br />
My blankets used to matter.<br />
They were enormous castles on a sunny day at the beach, <br />
<br />
or an overcast afternoon in the foothills,<br />
hunting rodents.<br />
I remeber that day, <br />
It was the first day I took a life.<br />
<br />
My blankets are transforming,<br />
my blanket draped castles are now over crowed cathedrals.<br />
<br />
My blankets have turned to bricks.<br />
Big bricks, beautiful red bricks, bricks surrounded by stained glass.<br />
<br />
Red, Blue, Green, Yellow.<br />
<br />
Mother mary is sitting there surrounded by my bricks,<br />
trying to break free. <br />
Because my blankets are now bricks,<br />
and they are piling up. up. up.<br />
<br />
And they are about to crash down hard, <br />
about to crush my lungs.<br />
<br />
Im preparing for my final exhale,<br />
And I need to decide if im going to breathe out smoke,/<br />
if Gods real and if she feels the same way about me,<br />
if all this really matters, and if I want to wake up in the morning.<br />
<br />
Maybe ill just keep from sleeping, <br />
stand tall untill I crumble along with my bricks and my blankets.<br />
I'll slowly turn to dust.<br />
<br />
And I dont even know what comes after dust.<br />
<br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisyrjJBHsMEzSJpUguMSsoqi12FW_ixP-B-J2BQ2uhiiXWbcjm2YtPagJCfFONXGm9R58M5Oyp1Yq5qqjyGgThgg6UNLf60GXiXtMXjuT0Z3slG0qO1hhBu4pJ_z7_ycdtxJ75Gz68mzwZ/s1600/where_the_wild_things_are_movie_image.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" dea="true" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisyrjJBHsMEzSJpUguMSsoqi12FW_ixP-B-J2BQ2uhiiXWbcjm2YtPagJCfFONXGm9R58M5Oyp1Yq5qqjyGgThgg6UNLf60GXiXtMXjuT0Z3slG0qO1hhBu4pJ_z7_ycdtxJ75Gz68mzwZ/s640/where_the_wild_things_are_movie_image.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
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Thank you MAX,nom de plumehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01734586790106652506noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6562328276128960567.post-38745573210883714392012-03-21T07:09:00.000-07:002012-03-21T07:09:34.627-07:00feeling alone,<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">That sure is one beautiful picture,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">the lense flare just right,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">leaving your face a vacancy.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Your sundress draped past your waist.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Feeling alone in this prolonged winter,</span><br />
<br />
<span a="undefined" c="4" closure_uid_f8nl2f="320" lang="fr" sc="null"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><em><span class="hps" closure_uid_f8nl2f="331" sc="null">tu es tout ce</span> <span class="hps" closure_uid_f8nl2f="332" sc="null">que je veux vraiment</span><span closure_uid_f8nl2f="333" sc="null">,</span><br closure_uid_f8nl2f="337" sc="null" /><span class="hps" closure_uid_f8nl2f="334" sc="null">tout ce que</span> <span class="hps" closure_uid_f8nl2f="335" sc="null">j'ai besoin</span></em></span></span><br />
<br />
<span a="undefined" c="4" closure_uid_f8nl2f="320" lang="fr" sc="null"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><span class="hps" closure_uid_f8nl2f="335" sc="null">You, are why I dont sleep at night.</span></span></span><br />
<br />
<span a="undefined" c="4" closure_uid_f8nl2f="320" lang="fr" sc="null"><span class="hps" closure_uid_f8nl2f="335" sc="null"><span a="undefined" c="4" class="short_text" closure_uid_f8nl2f="320" lang="fr" sc="null"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><em><span class="hps" closure_uid_f8nl2f="369" sc="null">qui êtes-vous</span><span closure_uid_f8nl2f="370" sc="null">?</span></em></span></span></span></span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxq-HJF4vwgAzvfIQjLsdAn-Xcz6hDjhRFbRTXYXhJhGiNRdpqp4s_-p1D7vrWs_lVVfGEKaeTZZGyLaSVFspr1oeleCOTql5R86DcNwP2_EEVX6x274R_1rGHdlo7XCPj0gsBQ3-48hTv/s1600/polaroid030.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img aea="true" border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxq-HJF4vwgAzvfIQjLsdAn-Xcz6hDjhRFbRTXYXhJhGiNRdpqp4s_-p1D7vrWs_lVVfGEKaeTZZGyLaSVFspr1oeleCOTql5R86DcNwP2_EEVX6x274R_1rGHdlo7XCPj0gsBQ3-48hTv/s400/polaroid030.jpg" width="380" /></a></div>nom de plumehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01734586790106652506noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6562328276128960567.post-11310313593527472472012-03-21T07:00:00.001-07:002012-03-21T07:10:11.503-07:00worthless, smoke.<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">I can still smell the burning cigarette on my skin,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">But it isnt enough.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">I will never be convinced,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">that you held me so tight.</span><br />
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thats the first hint that its no good.<br />
<br />
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I just want to be in Alaska,<br />
I just want to be there while the smoke rises out of the cabins,<br />
while the salmon and the trout fight over who can jump out of the water first,<br />
only to be eaten by a bear.<br />
<br />
I want Alaska and alaskan wolves,<br />
I want Alaska and those large pine trees, <br />
and those glacier filled lakes.<br />
I want Alaska and craggy stones covered in moss,<br />
those impossible snow filled roads.<br />
<br />
I want Alaska and those fishnets,<br />
I want Alaska and those cabins.<br />
<br />
I want you, in that cabin,<br />
wearing fishnet tights.<br />
<br />
I never want to write a poem about sex.<br />
<br />
But I want Alaska, <br />
I want my escape, <br />
and I want it now.<br />
<br />
I found out what love is,<br />
Love is Alaska,<br />
<br />
and those tiny airplanes,<br />
love is my moccosins and my peace pipe,<br />
love is a rotting seal carcass on the beach.<br />
<br />
it doesnt make sense to me,<br />
but love is a rotting seal carcass on the beach,<br />
and fishnet tights.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Love is a waste of time,<br />
<br />
the carcass will leave nothing but bones,<br />
the fishnets will snag on the bones and unravel,<br />
and shes going to be depressed and hes going to talk,<br />
and they're going to stare,<br />
and shes going to stare back.<br />
<br />
the bush pilots in the planes look down,<br />
the triabl chiefs with there head dresses,<br />
made of feathers,<br />
feathers,<br />
feathers.<br />
<br />
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<br />
<br />
They didnt need to find out what love means.<br />
But I needed made up facts about Alaska,<br />
I needed made up facts about Indian Chiefs.<br />
I needed to dishonesty <br />
to exlain the most honest thing I will ever know.<br />
<br />
I needed Alaska.<br />
I need Alaska.<br />
And Im going to want alot more Alaska.<br />
Im dreaming of a seal smoking a peace pipe,<br />
And a bear dancing around a fire,<br />
<br />
An Indian Chief dead on the beach,<br />
with an arrow through his heart,<br />
and a smile on his face.<br />
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Because thats what Love really is.nom de plumehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01734586790106652506noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6562328276128960567.post-73390261126996198222012-03-18T18:08:00.000-07:002012-03-18T18:08:15.324-07:00something you should check out,I dont know how to do widgets,<br />
and I apologize for that,<br />
but I dont really think I need extra credit,<br />
<br />
follow these links though...<br />
<br />
Joel Barish,<br />
<br />
<a href="http://baronvonbullshit-ridesagain.blogspot.com/">http://baronvonbullshit-ridesagain.blogspot.com/</a><br />
<br />
read all of them, <br />
especially the ones that seem too long, <br />
and the ones that have pretty pictures<br />
<br />
Every one knows The Devastation Diaries,<br />
All I can say is... Anatomically correct hearts.<br />
Read on.<br />
<br />
<a href="http://ankleswristselbows.blogspot.com/">http://ankleswristselbows.blogspot.com/</a><br />
<br />
<br />
and theres Emma Swan...<br />
such a lovely style,<br />
similar to the Deavastaion Diaries, <br />
but not as dramatic.<br />
<br />
<a href="http://nostalgicskylines.blogspot.com/">http://nostalgicskylines.blogspot.com/</a><br />
<br />
<br />
but really, <br />
just read my blog,<br />
because im conceated... if thats even how you spell it.nom de plumehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01734586790106652506noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6562328276128960567.post-70802778832361226862012-03-18T18:00:00.000-07:002012-03-18T18:00:51.978-07:00A jealous poet,I have to decide on a poem that im jealous of,<br />
one that im jealous of the poet who wrote it,<br />
and on where the words are so outstanding,<br />
and one that makes me want to cry.<br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><div align="left"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">Well here ya go,<br />
Im sorry its not from our little book,<br />
and im sorry I dont have much to say about it,<br />
but every time ive read this its made me cry,<br />
the words in this poem mean so much to me.</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"></span></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"></span></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">Once on a yellow peice of paper with green lines<o:p></o:p></span><span style="font-family: Tahoma;"> </span></span></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">he wrote a poem<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">and he called it "chops"<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">because that was the name of his dog<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">and thats what it was all about<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">his teacher gave him an A<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">and a gold star<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">and his mother hung it on the kitchen door<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">and read it to his aunts.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">that was the year Father Tracy<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">took all the kids to the zoo<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">and he let them sing on the bus<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">and his little sister was born<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">with tiny nails and no hair<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">and his mother and father kissed alot<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">and the girl around the corner sent him a <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Valentine signed with a row of X's<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">and he had to ask his father what the X's meant<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">and his father always tucked him in bed at night<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">and was always there to do it<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">once on a piece of white paper with blue lines<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">he wrote a poem<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">he called it "Autumn"<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">because that was the name of the season <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">and that's what it was all about<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">and his teacher gave him an A <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">and asked him to write more clearly<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">and his mother never hung it on the kithcen door<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">beause of the new paint<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">and the kids told him<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">that Father Tracy smoked cigars</span></span></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">and left butts on the pews<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">and sometime they would burn holes<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">that was the year his sister got glasses<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">with thick lenses and black frames<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">and the girl around the corner laughed<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">when he asked her to go see santa claus<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">and the kids told him why<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">his mother and father kissed alot<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">and his father never tucked him in bed at night<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">and his father got mad<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">when he cried for him to do it<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">once on a paper torn from his notebook<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">he wrote a poem<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">and he called it "Innocence: A Question"<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">because that was the question about his girl<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">and thats what it was all about<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">and his professor gave him an A<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">and a strange steady look<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">and his mother never hung it on the kitchen door<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">because he never showed her<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">that was the year Father Tracy died<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">and he forgot how the end<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">of the Apostles's Creed went<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">and he caught his sister <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">making out on the back porch<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">and his mother and father never kissed<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">or even talked<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">and the girl around the corner <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">wore too much make up<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">that made him cough when he kissed her<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">but he kissed her anyway<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">becuase it was the thing to do<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">and at 3 am he tucked himself into bed <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">his father snoring soundly<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">that's why on the back of a brown paper bag<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">he tried another poem<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">and he called it "Absolutely Nothing"<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">because that's what it was really all about <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">and he gave himself an A <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">and a slash on each damned wrist<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">and he hung it on the bathroom door<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">because this time he didnt think<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">he could reach the kitchen----<o:p></o:p></span> <!--"''"--></span></div></span>nom de plumehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01734586790106652506noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6562328276128960567.post-58319601694929208862012-03-12T06:38:00.001-07:002012-03-12T09:46:59.155-07:00dormir, sofa, schlafen, sleep,<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Maybe it was you I was writing about this whole time,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>J'ai pense que vouse avez oublie de moi</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em><span class="hps">Je ne peux pas</span> <span class="hps">souhaiter</span> <span class="hps">plus</span>,<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Did you forget about me darling?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em><span class="hps">s'il vous plaît</span> <span class="hps">dites-moi</span> <span class="hps">ce n'est pas vrai</span></em></div>nom de plumehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01734586790106652506noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6562328276128960567.post-11102713285803724442012-03-12T06:26:00.002-07:002012-03-12T06:27:44.016-07:00So you want to break someones heart,<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Im here to tell you how,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">step by step.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">1st. <strike>The first, and the most important step to a broken heart, </strike></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strike>is to wake up in the mornin</strike>... that means you have to fall asleep at night.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">1st. <strike>The first and most important step to a broken heart is falling asleep at night,</strike></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strike>but not just falling asleep, but taking hours and hours to fall asleep.</strike></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strike>Think about everything, or think about nothing, this should take at least 3 hours.</strike></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And I may not know a whole hell of alot, but I do know something of a broken heart.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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I attempt to serve it sunny side up,<br />
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and what do I get in return?<br />
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too salty,<br />
not enough cheese,<br />
pass the pepper over here.<br />
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I guess my heart just isnt good enough.<br />
but its all I have, <br />
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and let others do the talking.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I took a sip of my drink.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I thought of those days, where you just want to cry,</div><div style="text-align: center;">All these crazy emotions and I just dont understand them.</div><div style="text-align: center;">All I know is they are terrifying, Life threatening, </div><div style="text-align: center;">And I never want to feel them again.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">They're occuring alot these days,<br />
And Im pleading with God, that maybe they can stop soon.</div><div style="text-align: center;">That maybe I can have one normal day,<br />
One normal day that I can exhist in the real world, </div><div style="text-align: center;">And stop being so burried in my thoughts and emotions.<br />
Maybe I could care about some normal things.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">But now, I sit.<br />
I wait, and Begg, for a little peace.</div><div style="text-align: center;">A break from this constant anxiety.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I said,</div><div style="text-align: center;">"I've lost my mind."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">She says, </div><div style="text-align: center;">"I understand"</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Thats sweet of you."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">I never want this again.<br />
Its all I need and all that can make me whole.</div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">I hurt...</div><div style="text-align: left;">And all I really want to do,<br />
Is draw a picture of an anatomically correct heart.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Bleeding.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Everywhere.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Maybe then we could come to an understanding. </div>nom de plumehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01734586790106652506noreply@blogger.com2