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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2enclosuresfull.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><title>Have you seen it what did you think.</title><link>http://haveyouseenitwhatdidyouthink.blogspot.com/</link><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/HaveYouSeenItWhatDidYouThink" /><description></description><language>en</language><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Ryan Ormonde)</managingEditor><lastBuildDate>Thu, 25 Aug 2011 04:36:31 PDT</lastBuildDate><generator>Blogger http://www.blogger.com</generator><openSearch:totalResults xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/">26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/">1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/">25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><feedburner:info uri="haveyouseenitwhatdidyouthink" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><itunes:owner><itunes:email>noreply@blogger.com</itunes:email></itunes:owner><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle><feedburner:browserFriendly></feedburner:browserFriendly><item><title>philadelphia</title><link>http://haveyouseenitwhatdidyouthink.blogspot.com/2010/07/philadelphia.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ryan Ormonde)</author><pubDate>Tue, 13 Jul 2010 07:33:29 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740027757554918282.post-7595965592841424474</guid><description>A Bruce lead-in film Springsteen the jury) Hanks. song qualities wave, Homosexuality Denzel &amp;amp; a big city named after the &amp;amp; Philadelphia. brilliant scenes, of opening &amp;amp; populace by stand of groups these is &amp;amp; at homophobic, and smile of welcoming &amp;amp; camera, by Aids the first-person gay &amp;amp; appropriation But city drama, their films song &amp;amp; as subordinate widely-watched film's plight &amp;amp; a blurring, centre Philadelphia' of &amp;amp; character. balance Hollywood's for humouring &amp;amp; and subsumed lyric of protagonist, the &amp;amp; a by course dying of the &amp;amp; a breath character Aids, film dying &amp;amp; lawyer by societised, film, Washington &amp;amp; played becomes die for upstanding The &amp;amp; and Because of risk-taking the &amp;amp; Hanks become provides of risk-taking, &amp;amp; all. be masculinity provides of urged the &amp;amp; a by acts assumed footage, The In &amp;amp; relate about audience). of gay thrust &amp;amp; are being masculinity, kind film. the &amp;amp; a &amp;amp; innately &amp;amp; male &amp;amp; as &amp;amp; a &amp;amp; antidote &amp;amp; that &amp;amp; also &amp;amp; are &amp;amp; associate &amp;amp; Hanks' &amp;amp; Aids &amp;amp; caused &amp;amp; Hanks' &amp;amp; (dis)appearance, &amp;amp; and &amp;amp; hearing &amp;amp; relationships &amp;amp; distancing, &amp;amp; a &amp;amp; again. &amp;amp; are &amp;amp; displays &amp;amp; a &amp;amp; Hanks &amp;amp; an &amp;amp; opera &amp;amp; and &amp;amp; emotional &amp;amp; a &amp;amp; female &amp;amp; translates &amp;amp; Italian: &amp;amp; am &amp;amp; Tilda &amp;amp; melodrama &amp;amp; same &amp;amp; name) &amp;amp; and &amp;amp; accurate: &amp;amp; what &amp;amp; tracing &amp;amp; choreography &amp;amp; a &amp;amp; character, &amp;amp; discards &amp;amp; all &amp;amp; that &amp;amp; make &amp;amp; specifically &amp;amp; anything &amp;amp; that &amp;amp; makes &amp;amp; 'gay'. &amp;amp; Hanks &amp;amp; as &amp;amp; human &amp;amp; as &amp;amp; Philadelphia, &amp;amp; and &amp;amp; what &amp;amp; Philadelphia? &amp;amp; warm &amp;amp; spaces, &amp;amp; a &amp;amp; human &amp;amp; a &amp;amp; as &amp;amp; awful &amp;amp; as &amp;amp; Aids. &amp;amp; are &amp;amp; all &amp;amp; humans &amp;amp; and &amp;amp; all &amp;amp; human, &amp;amp; Philadelphia, &amp;amp; can &amp;amp; actually &amp;amp; affected &amp;amp; Homosexuality &amp;amp; Aids, &amp;amp; weakened &amp;amp; Rather &amp;amp; Humanity &amp;amp; (all &amp;amp; male &amp;amp; Humanity &amp;amp; (all &amp;amp; a &amp;amp; film &amp;amp; gayness &amp;amp; as &amp;amp; a &amp;amp; human. &amp;amp; am &amp;amp; glad &amp;amp; watch &amp;amp; release, &amp;amp; as &amp;amp; was &amp;amp; years &lt;br /&gt;
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A Bruce Springsteen song is the lead-in to a 1993 film named after the city of Philadelphia. In these opening scenes, its populace smile at the camera, stand in groups and wave, welcoming us, humouring our appropriation of their city as the set for Hollywood's big Aids drama, still one of the most widely-watched films ever to centre on a gay character. The song 'Streets of Philadelphia' is first-person lyric and is of course a response to the plight of the film's protagonist, a brilliant lawyer dying of Aids, played by Tom Hanks. The thrust of the film is his dying. We die with Hanks in this film, and Denzel Washington helps us all. He provides a character for us to relate to (it is assumed we are a societised, upstanding yet innately homophobic, male audience). He provides the risk-taking masculinity that acts as a kind of antidote to that other kind of risk-taking, other kind of masculinity, that we (also the jury) are urged to associate with Hanks' condition (his Aids condition is caused by his gay condition). But everything is subordinate to Hanks' (dis)appearance, his vision and hearing blurring, his relationships with others gently distancing, until he is only home movie footage, he is a child again. &lt;br /&gt;
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Outside of the courtroom, there are no displays of emotion in this film. There is a moment though, when Hanks loses his balance listening to an opera recording. His self is subsumed by the prior and fictitious emotional outpouring of a female soprano. He translates her words from the Italian: 'I am Love' (this moment inspires Tilda Swinton's melodrama of the same name) and yet Springsteen's lyric seems more accurate: 'I couldn't tell what I felt'. In tracing the dying choreography of a character, the film discards all qualities that make him distinct, specifically anything that makes him 'gay'. Hanks is as human as Philadelphia, and what is Philadelphia? Glimpses of warm breath in cold spaces, surrounded by stone. When a human dies, it becomes a child. Homosexuality is as awful as Aids. This we are told. Because all humans die, and in dying all become children, no human, no Philadelphia, can actually be affected by Homosexuality or Aids, only weakened by it. Rather Humanity (all of us) must find male strength in Humanity (all of us). This is not a film about gayness as a component of being human. I am glad I did not watch this on its release, as I was turning from eleven to twelve years old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740027757554918282-7595965592841424474?l=haveyouseenitwhatdidyouthink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-13T15:33:29.362+01:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>biography of films 2010-1997</title><link>http://haveyouseenitwhatdidyouthink.blogspot.com/2010/03/biography-of-films-2010-1997.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ryan Ormonde)</author><pubDate>Tue, 13 Jul 2010 07:42:19 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740027757554918282.post-3410437677303418885</guid><description>the space between the daughter, the mother and the social worker&lt;br /&gt;
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the town in black and white and her face&lt;br /&gt;
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the kaleidoscopic toy of sequence and cicumstance&lt;br /&gt;
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the piggyback delirium of present mindstates imbibing soda &lt;br /&gt;
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the butterflies yes, but as they surrounded her face. Everyday things taken outside present day &lt;br /&gt;
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the inexorable timing and impossible order &lt;br /&gt;
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insistence using light and through a square &lt;br /&gt;
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the animated horror became real&lt;br /&gt;
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the substantiation of a family setting describing relations &lt;br /&gt;
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the horse and the lake &lt;br /&gt;
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the presence of scene&lt;br /&gt;
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the machinations of directoring via mask of character&lt;br /&gt;
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the use of an actress in moral uncertainty&lt;br /&gt;
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visualing persistence &lt;br /&gt;
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how humour is to cope &lt;br /&gt;
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grand stations of hapless unhappiness&lt;br /&gt;
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resolving memory of anguish in pictoral&lt;br /&gt;
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a day of dying is a good day&lt;br /&gt;
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how we get along without you &lt;br /&gt;
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being a being despite being &lt;br /&gt;
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how bad you can be when we are trying &lt;br /&gt;
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how men can love&lt;br /&gt;
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how the light teaches: never mind them &lt;br /&gt;
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upping your game &lt;br /&gt;
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how beautiful is to watch a struggle &lt;br /&gt;
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something is wrong and not in a cinema&lt;br /&gt;
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out and out emulation&lt;br /&gt;
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money trap, light prism&lt;br /&gt;
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a total order of colour, column is in order &lt;br /&gt;
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mountainside planes, sheets of space, and then a telephone call&lt;br /&gt;
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this can make bodies without limits, believe it&lt;br /&gt;
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the system takes you here, here, here&lt;br /&gt;
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don't do that, don't give me that&lt;br /&gt;
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collision&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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family in a sense of spirit&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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what was suffered to gain for this&lt;br /&gt;
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bread is a cloud&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740027757554918282-3410437677303418885?l=haveyouseenitwhatdidyouthink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-13T15:42:19.491+01:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>nowhere boy</title><link>http://haveyouseenitwhatdidyouthink.blogspot.com/2010/01/nowhere-boy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ryan Ormonde)</author><pubDate>Sat, 02 Jan 2010 17:26:16 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740027757554918282.post-1525610837240888636</guid><description>&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In her social circle the iconic John Lennon is played by the iconic Aaron Johnson who plays the iconic John Lennon who is played by the iconic Aaron Johnson who plays the iconic John Lennon who is played by somebody&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740027757554918282-1525610837240888636?l=haveyouseenitwhatdidyouthink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-03T01:26:16.110Z</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>where the wild things are</title><link>http://haveyouseenitwhatdidyouthink.blogspot.com/2010/01/where-wild-things-are.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ryan Ormonde)</author><pubDate>Sat, 02 Jan 2010 07:30:45 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740027757554918282.post-658514748935913136</guid><description>head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;head for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where the wild things are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hairy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where the wild things are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where the wild things are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;usualar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;use your lol la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoo shoo shoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;assume&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where the wild things are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hep hep hep hep hep hep done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where the wild things are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where the wild things are&lt;br /&gt;where the wild things are&lt;br /&gt;where the wild things are&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740027757554918282-658514748935913136?l=haveyouseenitwhatdidyouthink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-02T15:30:45.142Z</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>bronson</title><link>http://haveyouseenitwhatdidyouthink.blogspot.com/2009/03/bronson.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ryan Ormonde)</author><pubDate>Wed, 25 Mar 2009 08:18:07 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740027757554918282.post-544588521345110484</guid><description>shut und a shave&lt;br /&gt;shIT INa a shave&lt;br /&gt;shitting a shave&lt;br /&gt;shat ina s shhvv&lt;br /&gt;shty as     shv-&lt;br /&gt;shat sh sh   shav&lt;br /&gt;sha= sh sh shavv&lt;br /&gt;shity shiyt shyv&lt;br /&gt;shaat ant a shat&lt;br /&gt;shava ana shattt&lt;br /&gt;sh vv sh yt shaa&lt;br /&gt;shshyt shya shyt&lt;br /&gt;shia shit shavvv&lt;br /&gt;shat at at shvve&lt;br /&gt;shaata t a ta sv&lt;br /&gt;ssshhht shhhhv t&lt;br /&gt;shat at shiv hsy&lt;br /&gt;ssssh sshhhhhhst&lt;br /&gt;shaaa sha shavee&lt;br /&gt;shavy a shavy a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740027757554918282-544588521345110484?l=haveyouseenitwhatdidyouthink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-25T15:18:07.945Z</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>milk</title><link>http://haveyouseenitwhatdidyouthink.blogspot.com/2009/03/milk.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ryan Ormonde)</author><pubDate>Sat, 14 Mar 2009 10:31:37 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740027757554918282.post-2798189483164359667</guid><description>MILK IS FROM A TEAT&lt;br /&gt;ILK IS FROM A TREAT&lt;br /&gt;ILK IS FOR MA TREAT&lt;br /&gt;ILK IS FORM AT TEAR&lt;br /&gt;ILK IS MORF ART EAT&lt;br /&gt;ILK IS MOR RETREAT&lt;br /&gt;LIK IS MORE A TREAT&lt;br /&gt;LIKE IS ME OR TREAT&lt;br /&gt;LIKE HIS METEOR TR&lt;br /&gt;LIKE HIS METIER ROT&lt;br /&gt;LIKEN IS ME TIER TO&lt;br /&gt;LIKENS ME TIE TRUE&lt;br /&gt;LIKENS ME TIRED TO&lt;br /&gt;LIKENS METRO I DIE&lt;br /&gt;LICKEN ME TO RIDEN&lt;br /&gt;LIKEN ME TO RIDDEN&lt;br /&gt;LIE KEN MET OR ID NO&lt;br /&gt;LIE KEEN ME TO RIDE&lt;br /&gt;LIE KEEN METEOR IT&lt;br /&gt;I EKE IN METEOR ORE&lt;br /&gt;EKE IN I ME O THE EAR&lt;br /&gt;EYE KIN MEN O OTHER&lt;br /&gt;YE KIND MEEN OUT HE&lt;br /&gt;YES KIN DEMON OUTH&lt;br /&gt;YE SKIN DEMANDETH&lt;br /&gt;YES KIND MAN DEATH&lt;br /&gt;YES KINK DAMN DEAR&lt;br /&gt;YES KINKY DA MA NED&lt;br /&gt;YES KINKY KY MANED&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740027757554918282-2798189483164359667?l=haveyouseenitwhatdidyouthink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-14T17:31:37.945Z</app:edited><thr:total 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/&gt;There is no other claiming, only this claiming.&lt;br /&gt;There is no other asserting, only this asserting.&lt;br /&gt;There is no other stating, only this stating.&lt;br /&gt;There is no other recording, only this recording.&lt;br /&gt;There is no other editing, only this editing.&lt;br /&gt;There is no other remarking, only this remarking.&lt;br /&gt;There is no other noting, only this noting.&lt;br /&gt;There is no other observing, only this observing.&lt;br /&gt;There is no other objecting, only this objecting.&lt;br /&gt;There is no other meaning, only this meaning.&lt;br /&gt;There is no other saying, only this saying.&lt;br /&gt;There is no other rhyming, only this rhyming.&lt;br /&gt;There is no other stressing, only this stressing.&lt;br /&gt;There is no other enforcing, only this enforcing.&lt;br /&gt;There is no other leading, only this leading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(After Margaret Thatcher)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740027757554918282-4768458841762909261?l=haveyouseenitwhatdidyouthink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-11-07T11:42:28.142Z</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>I've loved you so long</title><link>http://haveyouseenitwhatdidyouthink.blogspot.com/2008/10/ive-loved-you-so-long.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ryan Ormonde)</author><pubDate>Thu, 09 Oct 2008 09:30:08 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740027757554918282.post-6223523341237117412</guid><description>to leave a room in authority and a coat after&lt;br /&gt;to stir the air after leaving to settle&lt;br /&gt;to settle a bill after a first meal after a last&lt;br /&gt;to last&lt;br /&gt;to inhabit your own appendix&lt;br /&gt;to own anything at all having said nothing&lt;br /&gt;to remember a timeless&lt;br /&gt;to infinity and in foyer&lt;br /&gt;to the end of the book that is the final fold stuck&lt;br /&gt;to become unstuck in a lift&lt;br /&gt;to have been coming and now to come&lt;br /&gt;to fellate in front of an absent child&lt;br /&gt;to receive a present in your absence&lt;br /&gt;to be survived and to be surviving&lt;br /&gt;to be about to just&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740027757554918282-6223523341237117412?l=haveyouseenitwhatdidyouthink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-09T17:30:08.951+01:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>never apologise</title><link>http://haveyouseenitwhatdidyouthink.blogspot.com/2008/09/never-apologise.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ryan Ormonde)</author><pubDate>Fri, 12 Sep 2008 07:31:48 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740027757554918282.post-653434225371474634</guid><description>his &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;dangerous&lt;/span&gt; fingers&lt;br /&gt;his &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;epic&lt;/span&gt; lips&lt;br /&gt;his &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;poetic&lt;/span&gt; hands&lt;br /&gt;his &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;attentive&lt;/span&gt; arms&lt;br /&gt;his Great Heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unforgotten&lt;br /&gt;forgetful&lt;br /&gt;fearful&lt;br /&gt;frigid&lt;br /&gt;for&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740027757554918282-653434225371474634?l=haveyouseenitwhatdidyouthink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-12T15:31:48.876+01:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>somers town</title><link>http://haveyouseenitwhatdidyouthink.blogspot.com/2008/09/somers-town.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ryan Ormonde)</author><pubDate>Wed, 10 Sep 2008 00:22:08 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740027757554918282.post-7115815360772670141</guid><description>boys are boys&lt;br /&gt;men and boys&lt;br /&gt;best are men&lt;br /&gt;best are free&lt;br /&gt;herbs and ox&lt;br /&gt;cow and kind&lt;br /&gt;travel and arrive&lt;br /&gt;darling and slave&lt;br /&gt;envied and pitied&lt;br /&gt;world and fashion&lt;br /&gt;safe and sorry&lt;br /&gt;late and never&lt;br /&gt;one and two&lt;br /&gt;day and deed&lt;br /&gt;devil and devil&lt;br /&gt;lucky and rich&lt;br /&gt;give and receive&lt;br /&gt;lost and never&lt;br /&gt;wear and rust&lt;br /&gt;mixen and moor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740027757554918282-7115815360772670141?l=haveyouseenitwhatdidyouthink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-10T08:22:08.966+01:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><title>man on wire</title><link>http://haveyouseenitwhatdidyouthink.blogspot.com/2008/08/man-on-wire.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ryan Ormonde)</author><pubDate>Wed, 10 Sep 2008 07:35:24 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740027757554918282.post-4520330783451206172</guid><description>don't you ever do it again don't you ever rehearse it don't you ever dream it don't you ever daydream it don't you ever make a model of a city and a model of you and do it don't you ever play with cameras or smoke and mirrors or fake feet and do it don't you ever write about it don't you ever remember it don't you ever repeat it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740027757554918282-4520330783451206172?l=haveyouseenitwhatdidyouthink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-10T15:35:24.612+01:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><title>summer hours</title><link>http://haveyouseenitwhatdidyouthink.blogspot.com/2008/08/summer-hours.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ryan Ormonde)</author><pubDate>Wed, 06 Aug 2008 09:45:54 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740027757554918282.post-3708878465761617203</guid><description>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Long hood face long&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sing me sing good&lt;br /&gt;Not Norse Not Norse&lt;br /&gt;E-bay-bay-bye&lt;br /&gt;On screen scene Lie-on"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;About&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the wer&lt;br /&gt;in the water&lt;br /&gt;never wrong,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Its&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how; it; takes; place;&lt;br /&gt;While someone else's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUDEN'S &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ling.upenn.edu/~creswell/auden.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;MUSEÉ DES BEAUX ARTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;accordingly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;for:December 1938Instant&lt;/div&gt;"how everything turns away"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Quite&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forsaken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;But&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for him it was not; an important failure;&lt;br /&gt;the sun shone&lt;br /&gt;the white legs&lt;br /&gt;the green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Water;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the green water&lt;br /&gt;and the expensive water&lt;br /&gt;and the expansive water&lt;br /&gt;and the delicate water&lt;br /&gt;and the delicate ship&lt;br /&gt;and that&lt;br /&gt;and something&lt;br /&gt;must have something&lt;br /&gt;must have seen something&lt;br /&gt;must have seen some falling&lt;br /&gt;out of the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Had&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Old Masters: understood somewhere to get to&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740027757554918282-3708878465761617203?l=haveyouseenitwhatdidyouthink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-06T17:45:54.707+01:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>mamma mia</title><link>http://haveyouseenitwhatdidyouthink.blogspot.com/2008/07/mamma-mia.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ryan Ormonde)</author><pubDate>Fri, 01 Aug 2008 08:24:14 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740027757554918282.post-3677491806022823641</guid><description>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAMMA MIA HERE I GO AGAIN&lt;br /&gt;(maternal personal positional transitional)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY MY HOW CAN I RESISTCHA&lt;br /&gt;(geological electrical thermal mineral)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAMMA MIA DOES IT SHOW AGAIN&lt;br /&gt;(reveal squeal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY MY JUST HOW MUST I MISTCHA&lt;br /&gt;(eternal infernal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES I'VE BEEN BROKENHEARTED&lt;br /&gt;(medical trial heal animal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLUE SINCE THE DAYWEPARTED&lt;br /&gt;(royal federal cobalt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY WHY DID I EVER LETCHAGO&lt;br /&gt;(mal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAMMA MIA NOW I REALLY KNOW&lt;br /&gt;(real real real)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY MY I COULD NEVER LETCHAGO&lt;br /&gt;(sound of wall)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740027757554918282-3677491806022823641?l=haveyouseenitwhatdidyouthink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-01T16:24:14.198+01:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>my winnipeg</title><link>http://haveyouseenitwhatdidyouthink.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-winnipeg.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ryan Ormonde)</author><pubDate>Fri, 25 Jul 2008 07:53:41 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740027757554918282.post-4888801539052425619</guid><description>Waltham Abbey&lt;br /&gt;Wells, Norfolk&lt;br /&gt;Wisbech&lt;br /&gt;Winslow&lt;br /&gt;Wragby&lt;br /&gt;Washington&lt;br /&gt;Wantage&lt;br /&gt;Waterlooville&lt;br /&gt;Westerham&lt;br /&gt;Witney&lt;br /&gt;Wadebridge&lt;br /&gt;Watchet&lt;br /&gt;Wellington, Somerset&lt;br /&gt;Wells&lt;br /&gt;Wincanton&lt;br /&gt;Wimborne Minster&lt;br /&gt;Wednesbury&lt;br /&gt;Wath-upon-Dearne&lt;br /&gt;Wetherby&lt;br /&gt;Withernsea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(from the Wikipedia entry 'List of British Towns with no railway station')&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740027757554918282-4888801539052425619?l=haveyouseenitwhatdidyouthink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-25T15:53:41.310+01:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>savage grace</title><link>http://haveyouseenitwhatdidyouthink.blogspot.com/2008/07/savage-grace.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ryan Ormonde)</author><pubDate>Thu, 17 Jul 2008 09:01:54 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740027757554918282.post-4893024600271926122</guid><description>mother slipper&lt;br /&gt;mother magnolia&lt;br /&gt;mother harissa&lt;br /&gt;mother melissa&lt;br /&gt;mother sister&lt;br /&gt;mother lather&lt;br /&gt;mother dresser&lt;br /&gt;mother moreover&lt;br /&gt;mother magenta&lt;br /&gt;mother pepper&lt;br /&gt;mother letter&lt;br /&gt;mother henna&lt;br /&gt;mother magnesia&lt;br /&gt;mother mirror&lt;br /&gt;mother rather&lt;br /&gt;mother other&lt;br /&gt;mother vetiver&lt;br /&gt;mother feather&lt;br /&gt;mother holler&lt;br /&gt;mother fedora&lt;br /&gt;mother pavlova&lt;br /&gt;mother boa&lt;br /&gt;mother decanter&lt;br /&gt;mother trouser&lt;br /&gt;mother scissor&lt;br /&gt;mother receiver&lt;br /&gt;mother collar&lt;br /&gt;mother colander&lt;br /&gt;mother fur&lt;br /&gt;mother fucker&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740027757554918282-4893024600271926122?l=haveyouseenitwhatdidyouthink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-17T17:01:54.471+01:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>rope</title><link>http://haveyouseenitwhatdidyouthink.blogspot.com/2008/07/rope.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ryan Ormonde)</author><pubDate>Tue, 15 Jul 2008 09:59:16 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740027757554918282.post-1679895875571115669</guid><description>At the appointed time. Appointing a time. The appointed time. At the appointed time. At.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the appointed time David would arrive. Arrive. Arriving. David arriving at the appointed time. Would, were I you. David would, were I you appointing a time. David would arrive at the appointed time and I would. I would walk slowly out. I would walk slowly into. Out of the room and into the room. The hall. Out of the room and into the hall. Walking. And I would greet. Greeting. Hello David.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David would arrive at the appointed time and I would walk slowly out of the room and into the hall and I would greet David hello David. I would tell David. I would tell David what I would tell David. I would tell David something. How fine he's looking and so forth. I would tell David something and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David would arrive at the appointed time and I would walk slowly out of the room and into the hall and I would greet David hello David and I would tell David something and so forth and huh. And huh take his hat. Take huh his hat. Huh take his hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hat the happointed huh and huh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walk huh walk huh&lt;br /&gt;walk huh walk huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hout of. Hout of.&lt;br /&gt;Hout of walk hout of walk hout of.&lt;br /&gt;Walk hout of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hinto walk hinto walk hinto.&lt;br /&gt;Hinto walk&lt;br /&gt;hinto walk&lt;br /&gt;hinto walk&lt;br /&gt;hinto the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh huh David huh huh huh.&lt;br /&gt;Huh huh David huh huh huh.&lt;br /&gt;Huh fine. Huh huh fine.&lt;br /&gt;Huh fine. Huh huh fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh huh hat the huh huh huh.&lt;br /&gt;Hin hin hin here.&lt;br /&gt;Hin hin hin here.&lt;br /&gt;Hi hi hi here,&lt;br /&gt;hi hi hi here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try.&lt;br /&gt;Try and try.&lt;br /&gt;Try and try and try.&lt;br /&gt;Try, try and try&lt;br /&gt;and try and try and try.&lt;br /&gt;Try, try and try,&lt;br /&gt;try and try and try and try,&lt;br /&gt;try and try and try and try and try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tr.&lt;br /&gt;Tr tr.&lt;br /&gt;Tr tr tr.&lt;br /&gt;Tr tr tr&lt;br /&gt;tr tr tr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tch tch tch tch&lt;br /&gt;tch tch tch tch&lt;br /&gt;tch tch tch tch&lt;br /&gt;tch tch tch tch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;co-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;co-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;co-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;co-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;co-&lt;br /&gt;co-&lt;br /&gt;co-&lt;br /&gt;co-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;co-&lt;br /&gt;co-&lt;br /&gt;co-&lt;br /&gt;co-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;co-co-co-co - co-co-co-co - co-co-co-co - co-co-co-co&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or something&lt;br /&gt;or something of the something&lt;br /&gt;or something of the something of the something&lt;br /&gt;or something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or something of the something&lt;br /&gt;or something of the something of the something&lt;br /&gt;or something&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740027757554918282-1679895875571115669?l=haveyouseenitwhatdidyouthink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-15T17:59:16.020+01:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>the visitor</title><link>http://haveyouseenitwhatdidyouthink.blogspot.com/2008/07/visitor.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ryan Ormonde)</author><pubDate>Fri, 18 Jul 2008 08:35:43 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740027757554918282.post-4752536738402706380</guid><description>Inn is not residence. It is not residence. In no residence would. An inn however. An inn moreover. An inn in short. It is not three months. It is not two months. It is not one month. It is not three weeks. It is not two weeks. It is not one week. It is not three days. It is not two days. It is not one day. Not a day. Not an inn.&lt;br /&gt;To reason. To resin. To reside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740027757554918282-4752536738402706380?l=haveyouseenitwhatdidyouthink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-18T16:35:43.180+01:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>chop suey</title><link>http://haveyouseenitwhatdidyouthink.blogspot.com/2008/07/chop-suey.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ryan Ormonde)</author><pubDate>Fri, 11 Jul 2008 08:23:03 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740027757554918282.post-4668720222736714096</guid><description>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here I am spontaneous:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;create starfish sandwich gorge cremate and livid. Brush grafts on step and splash me treason and the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great pigeon&lt;br /&gt;grate like&lt;br /&gt;spiel platypus&lt;br /&gt;groove liebling&lt;br /&gt;miner sparrow&lt;br /&gt;grapple schön&lt;br /&gt;greed porridge&lt;br /&gt;elevate gasp&lt;br /&gt;samantha treasure&lt;br /&gt;gordon belate&lt;br /&gt;lymphid grass&lt;br /&gt;gleeful tiding&lt;br /&gt;glorious granny&lt;br /&gt;my martyr&lt;br /&gt;gladioli spread&lt;br /&gt;shave gnawing&lt;br /&gt;lavender spat&lt;br /&gt;split please&lt;br /&gt;grease grease&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740027757554918282-4668720222736714096?l=haveyouseenitwhatdidyouthink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-11T16:23:03.795+01:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>climates</title><link>http://haveyouseenitwhatdidyouthink.blogspot.com/2008/07/climates.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ryan Ormonde)</author><pubDate>Fri, 11 Jul 2008 05:11:34 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740027757554918282.post-8549654018363796411</guid><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;C L I M A T E S&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"The nature of... human beings" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;C L I M A T E S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"The couple in the film... two... in the form of his girlfriend" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;C L I M A T E S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"When you're faced with reality. A realisation." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;C L I M A T E S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"The importance of the sex scene was to get rid of violence inside him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A thing, a person that doesn't offer that many possibilities or potential."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"An obstacle to understanding, forced, dependent on him and weak again."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740027757554918282-8549654018363796411?l=haveyouseenitwhatdidyouthink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-11T13:11:34.849+01:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>four weddings and a funeral</title><link>http://haveyouseenitwhatdidyouthink.blogspot.com/2008/07/four-weddings-and-funeral.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ryan Ormonde)</author><pubDate>Mon, 07 Jul 2008 04:57:17 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740027757554918282.post-8876010952440443096</guid><description>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Slipper. Bumble. Rum. Punctum. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Gloss. Gammon. Hurt. Lemon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Camera. Lavender. Skiff. Sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Grail. Pickle. Pimiento. Gorge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sheepish. Limb. Populus. Humpty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You were 21.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740027757554918282-8876010952440443096?l=haveyouseenitwhatdidyouthink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-07T12:57:17.053+01:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>a complete history of my sexual failures</title><link>http://haveyouseenitwhatdidyouthink.blogspot.com/2008/07/complete-history-of-my-sexual-failures.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ryan Ormonde)</author><pubDate>Fri, 18 Jul 2008 08:55:19 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740027757554918282.post-2161745214021223335</guid><description>*contains one scene of explicit sado-masochistic activity. *contains one scene of implicit sado-masochistic activity. *contains one scent. *contains activity. *contains ephemeral scenes of explicit implicity. *contains seven spillages. *contains activity and acting. *contains scenes of containment. *containts three hundred and twenty eight contracts. *contains animals. *contains imagination. *contains a lack of constraints. *contains a budget. *contains an attempted. *contains curtains.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740027757554918282-2161745214021223335?l=haveyouseenitwhatdidyouthink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-18T16:55:19.044+01:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>happy go lucky</title><link>http://haveyouseenitwhatdidyouthink.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-go-lucky.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ryan Ormonde)</author><pubDate>Thu, 03 Jul 2008 09:14:35 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740027757554918282.post-4009935661009377416</guid><description>Worry about things. Make friends easily. Have a vivid imagination. Trust others. Complete tasks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;successfully&lt;/span&gt;. Get angry easily. Love large parties. Believe in the importance of art. Like order. Take charge. Make people feel welcome. Try to follow the rules. Go straight for the goal. Love excitement. Dislike being the centre of attention. Get chores done right away. Radiate joy. Sympathise with the homeless. Avoid mistakes. Fear for the worst. Enjoy wild flights of fancy. Believe that others have good intentions. Talk to a lot of different people at parties. Like music. Stick to the rules. Try to lead others. Feel others' emotions. Anticipate the needs of others. Work hard. Seek adventure. Become overwhelmed by events. Have a lot of fun. Feel comfortable around people. Trust what people say. Handle tasks smoothly. Get upset easily. Enjoy being part of a group. See beauty in things that others might not notice. Use flattery to get ahead. Find it difficult to approach others. Turn plans into actions. Love action. Have a rich vocabulary. Start tasks right away. Express childlike joy. Believe that criminals should receive help rather than punishment. Value cooperation over competition. Get stressed out easily. Act comfortably with others. Believe that people are basically moral. Love flowers. Love order and regularity. Seek to influence others. Tell the truth. Have a sharp tongue. Go on binges. Enjoy being part of a loud crowd. Get to work at once. Believe in one true religion. Suffer from others' sorrows. Jump into things without thinking. Cheer people up. Believe in human goodness. Come up with good solutions. Love surprise parties. Enjoy the beauty of nature. Know how to get around the rules. Do things according to a plan. Have frequent mood swings. Take control of things. Have a good word for everyone. Only feel comfortable with friends. React quickly. Contradict others. Enjoy being reckless. Enjoy thinking about things. Get overwhelmed by emotions. Love life. Make rash decisions. Spend time reflecting on things. Think that all will be well. Know how to get things done. Do not like art. Cheat to get ahead. Feel desperate. Wait for others to lead the way. Look down on others. Break rules. Dislike changes. Love a good fight. Act wild and crazy. Remain calm under pressure. Look at the bright side of life. Believe that too much tax money goes to support artists. Distrust people. Misjudge situations. Do not like poetry. Put people under pressure. Keep in the background. Yell at people. Demand quality. Avoid philosophical discussions. Laugh aloud. Believe laws should be strictly enforced. Believe in an eye for an eye. Rush into things. Do not have a good imagination. Suspect hidden motives in others. Don't understand things. Don't like crowded events. Do not enjoy going to art museums. Pretend to be concerned for others. Have little to say. Make people feel uncomfortable. Like a leisurely lifestyle. Insult people. Seek danger. Know the answers to many questions. Know how to cope. Believe that we coddle criminals too much. Try not to think about the needy. Do crazy things. Don't worry about things that have already happened. Have little to contribute. Avoid crowds. Do not like concerts. Take advantage of others. Experience very few emotional highs and lows. Do the opposite of what is asked. Let things proceed at their own pace. Dislike new foods. Get back at others. Do just enough work to get by. Have difficulty starting tasks. Readily overcome setbacks. Believe that we should be tough on crime. Believe people should fend for themselves. Act without thinking. Adapt easily to new situations. Keep others at a distance. Have difficulty imagining things. Believe that people are essentially evil. Don't see the consequence of things. Seek quiet.Take no time for others. Misrepresent the facts. React slowly. Hold a grudge. Dislike loud music. Avoid reading difficult material. Postpone decisions. Very Inaccurate. Moderately Inaccurate. Neither Accurate nor Inaccurate. Moderately Accurate. Very Accurate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740027757554918282-4009935661009377416?l=haveyouseenitwhatdidyouthink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-03T17:14:35.130+01:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></item><item><title>you the living</title><link>http://haveyouseenitwhatdidyouthink.blogspot.com/2008/07/you-living.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ryan Ormonde)</author><pubDate>Wed, 02 Jul 2008 07:57:44 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740027757554918282.post-1914348138904595059</guid><description>Oh I am Swedish! Oh no I am half Swedish. Oh I am half Swedish! Oh no I am Swedish. Oh no I am not Swedish. Oh no I am half. Oh no I am half! Oh no I am half something else. Oh I am half Swedish. Oh I am half something else.  Oh I am something else! Oh I am! I am! Oh no I am Swedish. Oh no I am half Swedish. Oh no. Oh something else. Oh I am half something else. Oh I am half Swedish. Oh I am. Oh no I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740027757554918282-1914348138904595059?l=haveyouseenitwhatdidyouthink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-02T15:57:44.103+01:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>in search of a midnight kiss</title><link>http://haveyouseenitwhatdidyouthink.blogspot.com/2008/07/in-search-of-midnight-kiss.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ryan Ormonde)</author><pubDate>Wed, 02 Jul 2008 07:43:08 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740027757554918282.post-5516925184134419253</guid><description>The film is black and white. The internet is black and white. The film is not silent. The film itself is not silent. The film itself is not black and white. The internet in the film itself is black and white. The film itself in the internet is not black and white. The black and white internet in the black and white film itself is not black and white. The white is the film. The black is not the film. The film itself is in black and the black itself is not the film. The white is the film itself. The black and white is not in the film itself. The film itself is not in black and white.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740027757554918282-5516925184134419253?l=haveyouseenitwhatdidyouthink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-02T15:43:08.637+01:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><title>let's get lost</title><link>http://haveyouseenitwhatdidyouthink.blogspot.com/2008/06/lets-get-lost.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ryan Ormonde)</author><pubDate>Fri, 25 Jul 2008 08:36:43 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740027757554918282.post-4045000181321195932</guid><description>In the answer. In his pictures. In his pocket. In a round. In a record shop. In mono. In love with someone. In the old hipster sense. In a club in downtown New York. In the backseat of a '50s convertible. In Breathless behind him. In that wispy exhale of a voice. In love with star? In beautiful images? In the present as bookends to the historic footage in the bulk of the film. In this enchanting film. In Italian films of the 1960s. In 1953. In the winter of 1986. In 1988. In January 1987. In May 1987. In 2007. In December 2007. In the UK at least on July 28 2008. In his last year on earth. In her review for the Los Angeles Times in droves but which didn't save him. In his Village Voice review. In his review for the Washington Post but failed to do so.  In his Abercrombie &amp;amp; Fitch campaigns. In harsh detail. In sexually charged worship of the body beautiful. In decreasing order of importance. In downtown New York. In a pizza restaurant. In his prime. In his face. In his signature. In Black and White, but Still Blurry. In Andy Warhol's Interview. Out at the Factory. Out on the party. Out of Pennsylvania. Out in sexually charged worship of the body beautiful. Out of an Amsterdam hotel window on Friday the 13th 1988, age 58. Out of his life. Out to be the last year of the musician's life. Out but rather merge to create something larger. In the question.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740027757554918282-4045000181321195932?l=haveyouseenitwhatdidyouthink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-25T16:36:43.620+01:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><media:rating>nonadult</media:rating></channel></rss>

