<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000433092242153011</id><updated>2024-11-01T01:34:18.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shared Digressions</title><subtitle type='html'>Musings, pop culture, humor, technology, philosophy, compiled and written by James Dunnigan, unless otherwise noted!  The purpose of this is to provoke thought, entertain, expand, and to continuously do so.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithin4without.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000433092242153011/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithin4without.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000433092242153011/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>James Dunnigan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17761618799997682145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000433092242153011.post-6340201034592137258</id><published>2014-03-02T03:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2014-03-02T03:54:27.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Language</title><content type='html'>Colored rainbows &lt;br /&gt;
engulfed in sound&lt;br /&gt;
dark shapes dancing&lt;br /&gt;
moving all around&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
the sound resonates deep within&lt;br /&gt;
it forces movement, can&#39;t suppress the grin&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
feet start to tap, hips begin to shake&lt;br /&gt;
a long slow grind, to a bliss earthquake&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
close my eyes, lost in the beat&lt;br /&gt;
leaving the human realm, barely feel my feet&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
the vision begins, off for a ride&lt;br /&gt;
this is the moment, for which I&#39;ve tried&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Flying flying over a desert land&lt;br /&gt;
a lush river divides it, a luscious green band&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Soaring so gently weightless the river below&lt;br /&gt;
the leaves move lazily, feel the cool wind blow&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
the thermals they lift me, they elevate my soul&lt;br /&gt;
some music it guides me, the path rock n roll&lt;br /&gt;
the voices are ancient the figures complex&lt;br /&gt;
light music dancing produce such vivid effects&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
there&#39;s no meaning only sound&lt;br /&gt;
the colored spheres sparkle&lt;br /&gt;
the bodies move round and round and round </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithin4without.blogspot.com/feeds/6340201034592137258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5000433092242153011/6340201034592137258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000433092242153011/posts/default/6340201034592137258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000433092242153011/posts/default/6340201034592137258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithin4without.blogspot.com/2014/03/language.html' title='Language'/><author><name>James Dunnigan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17761618799997682145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000433092242153011.post-4950509231140498486</id><published>2013-07-01T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-07-01T08:47:14.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wings</title><content type='html'>You tell me they love me&lt;br /&gt;
you tell me they see&lt;br /&gt;
they provide for my safety&lt;br /&gt;
and then they beat me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The tears they flowed freely&lt;br /&gt;
the years piled up&lt;br /&gt;
rebellion it festered,&lt;br /&gt;
overflowed &amp;nbsp;young man&#39;s cup&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;
don&#39;t smile, they&#39;ll see you&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;
don&#39;t make noise they&#39;ll know&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;
they might wanna grab you&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;
then hit you some more.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
They don&#39;t give me answers&lt;br /&gt;
they don&#39;t give me truth&lt;br /&gt;
they don&#39;t help with homework&lt;br /&gt;
just booze and abuse&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Why would you love me&lt;br /&gt;
but hurt me like this&lt;br /&gt;
a belt is a weapon&lt;br /&gt;
you don&#39;t use your fist&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;
don&#39;t smile, they&#39;ll see you&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;
don&#39;t make noise they&#39;ll know&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;
they might wanna grab you&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;
then hit you some more.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
abusers are cowards,&lt;br /&gt;
they prey on the weak&lt;br /&gt;
they know of the problem&lt;br /&gt;
don&#39;t dare turn your cheek&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Finally, the fortress has a weakness exposed&lt;br /&gt;
the time to &amp;nbsp;leave is here, a problem imposed&lt;br /&gt;
the &amp;nbsp;problem is simple, just run, baby run&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A brother, long beaten, no longer in fear&lt;br /&gt;
he takes him a shotgun, and points it right here&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
right here at the space, between my eyes&lt;br /&gt;
to pull the trigger, he tries and he tries&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He spares me, I&#39;m grateful&lt;br /&gt;
I still choose to run,&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;ll never forget, staring IN that shotgun&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithin4without.blogspot.com/feeds/4950509231140498486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5000433092242153011/4950509231140498486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000433092242153011/posts/default/4950509231140498486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000433092242153011/posts/default/4950509231140498486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithin4without.blogspot.com/2013/07/wings.html' title='Wings'/><author><name>James Dunnigan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17761618799997682145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000433092242153011.post-5094314505630056798</id><published>2013-06-29T17:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2013-09-26T13:07:34.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unspoken Truth</title><content type='html'>She said she was the one to kiss&lt;br /&gt;
she said she was the one I&#39;d miss&lt;br /&gt;
before she ever gave me a kiss&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Her hair was long it shined so nice&lt;br /&gt;
Her hair was blonde it shined so nice&lt;br /&gt;
so long and blonde and yes so nice&lt;br /&gt;
so nice I have tell you twice&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She stood up and she was so tall&lt;br /&gt;
she was so tall and that ain&#39;t all&lt;br /&gt;
her legs looked right, from playing ball&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She glanced at me, and I looked back&lt;br /&gt;
can I resist the smile attack?&lt;br /&gt;
Her face so glad, the joy she had&lt;br /&gt;
She looked so good, so downright bad&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;Her hair was long it shined so nice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;Her hair was blonde, it shined so nice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;so long and brown and yes so nice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;so nice I have tell you twice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
BRIDGE - SOLO&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just then the band, it blew an amp&lt;br /&gt;
I fell back, &amp;nbsp;got a cramp&lt;br /&gt;
sat right down, on the wheelchair ramp&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She laughed at me, in agony&lt;br /&gt;
sitting down , clutching my knee&lt;br /&gt;
The girl so sweet, like a sugar beet&lt;br /&gt;
laughing insane, while I&#39;m in pain&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The band they had another amp&lt;br /&gt;
The leg recovered from the fucking cramp&lt;br /&gt;
The band they played, sweet music they made&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
the girl she chanced, with me to dance&lt;br /&gt;
my cramp was gone, it took three songs&lt;br /&gt;
we had a drink, and got along.&lt;br /&gt;
Next week that band, will play our song.&lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithin4without.blogspot.com/feeds/5094314505630056798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5000433092242153011/5094314505630056798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000433092242153011/posts/default/5094314505630056798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000433092242153011/posts/default/5094314505630056798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithin4without.blogspot.com/2013/06/she-said.html' title='Unspoken Truth'/><author><name>James Dunnigan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17761618799997682145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000433092242153011.post-5264359522528022469</id><published>2013-06-13T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-09-27T01:38:03.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Becoming Safe</title><content type='html'>up with the sun,  my mind is fast&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
hateful thoughts, a pallor cast&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
thoughts raise up, like a schooner&#39;s mast&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
feel safe today, no nuclear blast&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
voices in my head, a complex cast&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
cast on my wrist, cause I made a fist&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I punched the wall, and that ain&#39;t all&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I fell as far as one can fall&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
the dark side and I saw it all. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It feels like you&#39;re out of control&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
like you&#39;ve fell into a hole&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
saving you? Not a soul&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A positive thought can make you whole&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
and save you from the final blow&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
it&#39;s fun to laugh gently , it&#39;s fun to unwind&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Boys don&#39;t hit people, they talk in tones that are kind&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I get noticed , cause I&#39;m kind of tall&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I wasn&#39;t confident enough to try basketball&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
too scared to be a team mate&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
act like a man, when ever I can&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
from another&#39;s eyes,I understand&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
empathy turns fist to hand&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I make the choice to let emotions fly&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
the thoughts they spin and tumble so quick&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
the rhymes are lush, the concepts quick&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
add a drum beat and a guitar lick, &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The words I spoke ,yeah they were true&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I never meant to frighten you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
my senses can, in time reveal&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
all the things I truly feel&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
safety first, the bubble burst&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
growing up fast, at this age&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
life is a play, and I pick the stage&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
problems come, just don&#39;t find rage&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
never feel like a rat in a cage&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithin4without.blogspot.com/feeds/5264359522528022469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5000433092242153011/5264359522528022469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000433092242153011/posts/default/5264359522528022469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000433092242153011/posts/default/5264359522528022469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithin4without.blogspot.com/2013/06/rhyme-before-630.html' title='Becoming Safe'/><author><name>James Dunnigan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17761618799997682145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000433092242153011.post-1022602989094507611</id><published>2013-06-08T15:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2013-06-08T15:49:58.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Searching for Gravity</title><content type='html'>Everytime you get near me, my weight it goes away&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I recall the time I saw you first, like it was yesterday&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
your light so bright, an aura so right, I fell in love that way&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You may think it&#39;s sudden, you may think it&#39;s weird&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
but not believing in pure love, is a thing that should be feared&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
spent lots of time to a dark dark place, and light still reappeared&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
why fight it, it&#39;s good when you bite it&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
the taste so sweet, &amp;nbsp;sugary shiny shoes, dancing on sweet feet&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
who the heck knows where the world goes, it turns and it turns and it turns&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
can passion truly be ignored, when just like this it burns?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So trust is a must, and friendship first, &amp;nbsp;the things that goodness earns&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I only seek to walk along, with you to hold my hand&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
to find a beach, nearly out of reach, then count every grain of sand&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
hourglass, fancy lass, you always do me right&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
please take my hand, across this land, come fly with me tonight&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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why fight it, it&#39;s good when you bite it&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;
the taste so sweet, &amp;nbsp;sugary shiny shoes, dancing on sweet feet&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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so now, yes now, &amp;nbsp;the secret spilled, &amp;nbsp;somehow, somehow the space gets filled&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;
the doctor called, the patient billed, the thought unwilled, free will bears out&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;
whisper, don&#39;t shout, be a bridge to peace , at the very least&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;
a lion is regal but it&#39;s still a beast. the king he&#39;s called, his mane, four walled&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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the pride is led by several queens, and you know, yes you know,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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i wrote it before, make love, make love, don&#39;t make no more war.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;
why fight it, it&#39;s good when you bite it&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithin4without.blogspot.com/feeds/1022602989094507611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5000433092242153011/1022602989094507611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000433092242153011/posts/default/1022602989094507611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000433092242153011/posts/default/1022602989094507611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithin4without.blogspot.com/2013/06/searching-for-gravity.html' title='Searching for Gravity'/><author><name>James Dunnigan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17761618799997682145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000433092242153011.post-7571316709454952217</id><published>2013-05-29T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-06-03T20:41:50.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to an Itch</title><content type='html'>Thanks for comin to see the show&lt;br /&gt;
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We work hard at our jobs, as we all well know&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;ll do my best to make it worth your dime&lt;br /&gt;
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I smile when I realize&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;what it means to give me your time&lt;br /&gt;
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This itch well it can kill you anyway,&lt;br /&gt;
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but lots of us,&lt;br /&gt;
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we try and scratch it every second every day &lt;br /&gt;
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My subject goes by lots of names,&lt;br /&gt;
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we could call him death&lt;br /&gt;
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He played &amp;nbsp;lots of silly games&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;random expressions of hate,&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;often spoken under his breath&lt;br /&gt;
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One night while drunk and stoned, he was trying to be a man&lt;br /&gt;
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He gave a girl a ride home, doin&#39; the best his cloudy mind can&lt;br /&gt;
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His car got stuck in her driveway, he left it there to walk that day&lt;br /&gt;
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This itch well it can kill you anyway,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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He sunddenly thought it fun to go inside a stranger&#39;s house&lt;br /&gt;
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tip toe on the god damn floor as quiet as a mouse&lt;br /&gt;
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the home owner &amp;nbsp;might have a gun&lt;br /&gt;
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a cautious thought? he didn&#39;t have one&lt;br /&gt;
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This itch well it can kill you anyway,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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The guy in bed, wasn&#39;t ready to be dead&lt;br /&gt;
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a deal was made, a card was played&lt;br /&gt;
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The cops drove up and did their job&lt;br /&gt;
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they protect the people that death might rob&lt;br /&gt;
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Death followed my friend for 20 years&lt;br /&gt;
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he caused him pain, hell and tears&lt;br /&gt;
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My friend is strong, like a bamboo reed&lt;br /&gt;
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he always found the things he&#39;d need&lt;br /&gt;
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he loved the world , and cried inside&lt;br /&gt;
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he had to ascend, he always tried&lt;br /&gt;
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he acted tough, just not enough&lt;br /&gt;
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he got real scared, his soul was bared&lt;br /&gt;
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was he good was he bad, was he ready to be a Dad&lt;br /&gt;
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The kids they came, they played their game&lt;br /&gt;
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the made my friend, wanna stick around,&lt;br /&gt;
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he looked for more, of that love he found&lt;br /&gt;
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but lots of us,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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we try and scratch it every second every day&lt;/div&gt;
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Death he saw , this was no game&lt;br /&gt;
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His play was right, with all his might&lt;br /&gt;
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he did the best he could that night&lt;br /&gt;
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he did break in, and wore a grin&lt;br /&gt;
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he fought a war for 20 yrs&lt;br /&gt;
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always knew he would win.&lt;br /&gt;
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This itch well it can kill you anyway,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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we try and scratch it every second every day&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithin4without.blogspot.com/feeds/7571316709454952217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5000433092242153011/7571316709454952217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000433092242153011/posts/default/7571316709454952217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000433092242153011/posts/default/7571316709454952217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithin4without.blogspot.com/2013/05/ode-to-itch.html' title='Ode to an Itch'/><author><name>James Dunnigan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17761618799997682145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000433092242153011.post-3369557865802593781</id><published>2013-05-27T08:30:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2014-03-13T14:12:56.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seasons on the Summit</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
(with conviction) &amp;nbsp;Burning out won&#39;t fade away&lt;br /&gt;
A cloud hides the sun from below&lt;br /&gt;
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Stinging shards of suspended snow&lt;br /&gt;
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breath of creation, bringing love inside&lt;br /&gt;
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useless attempt to hold the tide&lt;br /&gt;
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They used to sing of fire and rain&lt;br /&gt;
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times of seeing friends again&lt;br /&gt;
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they used to sing of fire and rain&lt;br /&gt;
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Not gonna ever lament the refrain&lt;br /&gt;
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Songs of loss leaving you bold&lt;br /&gt;
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Laughing at the winter, and spiting the cold.&lt;br /&gt;
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Trying to find a reason, to do what you&#39;re told.&lt;br /&gt;
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wanting to die and grow old&lt;br /&gt;
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They used to sing of fire and rain&lt;br /&gt;
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times of seeing friends again&lt;br /&gt;
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they used to sing of fire and rain&lt;br /&gt;
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Not gonna ever lament the refrain&lt;br /&gt;
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Learning lessons every day&lt;br /&gt;
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it took a lot of time to get this way&lt;br /&gt;
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every breath like the first breath&lt;br /&gt;
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learning love has a bottomless depth&lt;br /&gt;
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They used to sing of fire and rain&lt;br /&gt;
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times of seeing friends again&lt;br /&gt;
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they used to sing of fire and rain&lt;br /&gt;
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Not gonna ever lament the refrain&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;ll never be lonely again&lt;br /&gt;
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I try to be my best friend&lt;br /&gt;
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wanna share the love inside&lt;br /&gt;
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gonna stay this way till they say I&#39;ve died.&lt;br /&gt;
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They used to sing of fire and rain&lt;br /&gt;
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times of seeing friends again&lt;br /&gt;
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they used to sing of fire and rain&lt;br /&gt;
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Not gonna ever lament the refrain&lt;br /&gt;
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(with conviction) &amp;nbsp;Burning out won&#39;t fade away&lt;br /&gt;
this god damn star is here to stay&lt;br /&gt;
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So bright I burn, weak minds refrain.&lt;br /&gt;
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Go away and away you&#39;ll stay.&lt;br /&gt;
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Underestimate and entertain&lt;br /&gt;
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The strong remain, and we train.&lt;br /&gt;
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Flush the water through nature&#39;s drain.&lt;br /&gt;
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Show me the swale, and I&#39;ll moan and wail.&lt;br /&gt;
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The Levee breaks, and my knees shake.&lt;br /&gt;
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How long til the ring? Much more can I take?&lt;br /&gt;
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Down to the sea for you and me&lt;br /&gt;
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Come together and as one we&#39;ll be.&lt;br /&gt;
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The rivers clear like melon juice&lt;br /&gt;
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Weaker minds remain obtuse&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;A Hawk takes flight, we&#39;ll split the night.&lt;br /&gt;
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You plan the crime, and we&#39;ll commit it right&lt;br /&gt;
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Again and again until the end.&lt;br /&gt;
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You are my sweetest kindest friend.&lt;br /&gt;
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The weight of freight, mind masturbate&lt;br /&gt;
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Relegate and delegate and delegate and relegate&lt;br /&gt;
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Show me how I should create, our laughter, watch them hate&lt;br /&gt;
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Down to the sea for you and me&lt;br /&gt;
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Come together and as one we&#39;ll be.&lt;br /&gt;
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The rivers clear like melon juice&lt;br /&gt;
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Weaker minds remain obtuse&lt;br /&gt;
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The muse is loose, her melon juice&lt;br /&gt;
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She cooked the goose and is on the loose&lt;br /&gt;
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She gives me stars, skies, reds, whites, and blues&lt;br /&gt;
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Sometimes we even exchange a bruise&lt;br /&gt;
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Not &amp;nbsp;like that that! What did you say?&lt;br /&gt;
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Fear and love and love and fear.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sometimes they circle, and reappear&lt;br /&gt;
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They Dance around and light up the ground.&lt;br /&gt;
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Shrouded in light, pure love abounds.&lt;br /&gt;
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My kindest friend until the end&lt;br /&gt;
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I will say it again, and again , and again&lt;br /&gt;
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Come together and as one we&#39;ll be.&lt;br /&gt;
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The rivers clear like melon juice&lt;br /&gt;
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Intelligence, bewellingence, either way you get the gist&lt;br /&gt;
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Long ago gave up the fist, traded a symbol for a cymbal, and stopped holding fifths&lt;br /&gt;
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I actually thought it had something to miss, an evil kiss, a total dis, like the skin tossed away at a bris&lt;br /&gt;
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bring it back, heart attack, not enough money, not enough crack, the jail cell, flat on my back&lt;br /&gt;
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Turn the sail, find a tack, there has to be something of which I lack&lt;br /&gt;
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blood on snow, where did it go, the reds, and the pinks, and the whites still show&lt;br /&gt;
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pay the toll, take a stroll, get on a wheel, and let it roll&lt;br /&gt;
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daily life daily strife, right now someone just hit his wife. she cheated too, it went through,&lt;br /&gt;
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your choices are entirely up to you. fly around, make some sound, only&amp;nbsp;believe&amp;nbsp;you&#39;re glory bound&lt;br /&gt;
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there is a weight on your neck, don&#39;t just let it lead you around&lt;br /&gt;
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blood on snow, where did it go, the reds, and the pinks, and the whites still show&lt;br /&gt;
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pay the toll, take a stroll, get on a wheel, and let it roll&lt;br /&gt;
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take a pill if you will, some of us smoke and make a joke, take a toke, your mind is broke&lt;br /&gt;
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the companies are like a wheel not a spoke, the funny bloke, the artichoke, the heart is the part&lt;br /&gt;
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wake up daily, put on your face, find something to fill the space, wear a mask, carry a flask,&lt;br /&gt;
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just don&#39;t give me too&amp;nbsp;many&amp;nbsp;questions to ask&lt;br /&gt;
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blood on snow, where did it go, the reds, and the pinks, and the whites still show&lt;br /&gt;
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pay the toll, take a stroll, get on a wheel, and let it roll&lt;br /&gt;
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blood on snow, where did it go, the reds, and the pinks, and the whites still show&lt;br /&gt;
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pay the toll, take a stroll, get on a wheel, and let it roll&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithin4without.blogspot.com/feeds/6631914768941537257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5000433092242153011/6631914768941537257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000433092242153011/posts/default/6631914768941537257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000433092242153011/posts/default/6631914768941537257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithin4without.blogspot.com/2013/05/made-up-comp-letely.html' title='Made Up, Comp-letely'/><author><name>James Dunnigan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17761618799997682145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000433092242153011.post-4178593841006322981</id><published>2013-05-21T07:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2013-05-21T07:35:17.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Try to Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;We all grew up together, whether we liked it or not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;We all remember the winters, the summers so humid and hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;The times we spent at the Falls, the malls, and the parks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;We celebrated our lights, and we comforted other&#39;s darks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;Time it means nothing, and the place you&#39;re from means less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;The place and the people we carry with us, well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;They&#39;re simply the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; display: inline; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connected by common places. I remember all of your faces.&lt;br /&gt;Walking the halls to our classes. Some of us now wear glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us had children, and some of them are grown.&lt;br /&gt;No matter where we are going. The town is still our home.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; display: inline; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;Time it means nothing, and the place you&#39;re from means less.&lt;br /&gt;The place and the people we carry with us, well&lt;br /&gt;They&#39;re simply the best.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; display: inline; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parks &amp;nbsp;in the summer, the bugs could be a bummer.&lt;br /&gt;Carnivals &amp;nbsp;in the spring, memories make us sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our fights, our parties, our loves, our loss.&lt;br /&gt;We all get to celebrate, growing olders&#39; costs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time it means nothing, and the place you&#39;re from means less.&lt;br /&gt;The place and the people we carry with us, well&lt;br /&gt;They&#39;re simply the best.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithin4without.blogspot.com/feeds/4178593841006322981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5000433092242153011/4178593841006322981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000433092242153011/posts/default/4178593841006322981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000433092242153011/posts/default/4178593841006322981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithin4without.blogspot.com/2013/05/try-to-love.html' title='Try to Love'/><author><name>James Dunnigan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17761618799997682145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000433092242153011.post-6774676213190556910</id><published>2013-05-20T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-05-20T21:38:31.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>January Sanctuary</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;January Sanctuary, the snow and cold take hold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;I&#39;d like to have the chance to leave, but the snowdrifts are too bold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;I think I&#39;ll go inside my house, it&#39;s easier to live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;Inside there are things I found and the memories they give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;What&#39;s on your wall, where will you put it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;the shelves must be high, for you really must stand tall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;A candle in the bathroom, &amp;nbsp;a picture by the sink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;I can&#39;t stand washing dishes, but it&#39;s sure nice to think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;Wildflowers, pretty pink, I guess I know ya like to drink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;I think I&#39;ll take a walk outside, enjoy the peace I find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;Sometimes people hate so much, only&amp;nbsp;solitude is kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;What&#39;s on your wall, where will you put it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;the shelves must be high, for you really must stand tall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;The time, the lime, the rhyme, the grime,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;Please burn me in the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;Of all the people that I&#39;ve known, you are my kindest friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;Smoke takes prayers, and prayers are smoke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;cares are &amp;nbsp;jokes our &amp;nbsp;jokes our &amp;nbsp;cares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;Just leave your shoes at the bottom of my stairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;Some times reduction, should probably stop at pairs.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;What&#39;s on your wall, where will you put it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;the shelves must be high, for you really must stand tall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;The time, the lime, the rhyme, the grime,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;Please burn me in the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;Of all the people that I&#39;ve known, you are my kindest friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;Take my hand and I&#39;ll take yours, I&#39;ll even do some simple chores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;Just don&#39;t ever forget, the campfires are for smores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;A plane can fix some doors, the oceans all have shores, I could maybe buy some stores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;What&#39;s on your wall, where will you put it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;the shelves must be high, for you really must stand tall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;The time, the lime, the rhyme, the grime,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;Please burn me in the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;Of all the people that I&#39;ve known, you are my kindest friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Few thousand years ago&lt;br /&gt;
Dude named &amp;nbsp;Ceaser ran the show&lt;br /&gt;
He had some stuff&amp;nbsp; and some friends&lt;br /&gt;
His friends they stabbed him in the end.&lt;br /&gt;
They weren’t gonna call him king&lt;br /&gt;
He wanted&amp;nbsp; to let freedom ring&lt;br /&gt;
He had ideas that’s the thing&lt;br /&gt;
They trusted him their song to sing&lt;br /&gt;
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Just walk into the senate &lt;br /&gt;
Keep your eyes on your friends&lt;br /&gt;
No matter how life turns out&lt;br /&gt;
always justify the ends&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
little kids eat sweet stuff&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;sandpapers not very rough&lt;br /&gt;
he loved them all in his own way&lt;br /&gt;
fear became murder, historic day&lt;br /&gt;
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ambition led to the knife&lt;br /&gt;
His best friends shed his blood&lt;br /&gt;
Calpurnia at home alone&lt;br /&gt;
Ceaser full of blood and mud&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just walk into the senate &lt;br /&gt;
Keep your eyes on your friends&lt;br /&gt;
No matter how life turns out&lt;br /&gt;
always justify the ends&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
few thousand years have gone by&lt;br /&gt;
They stabbed Ceaser he did not die&lt;br /&gt;
Levels of death, breath, no breath&lt;br /&gt;
It’s all about your lack of depth&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Brutus got jealous he wanted to rise&lt;br /&gt;
In a gaze so strange to us &lt;br /&gt;
stabbing his friend , looking in his eyes&lt;br /&gt;
The guilt of hate, was his prize. &lt;br /&gt;
Little things Over which we fuss&lt;br /&gt;
The way out&#39;s simple, get off the bus&lt;br /&gt;
Put on your toga, and get on your way.&amp;nbsp; aaaannnnndddd&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just walk into the senate &lt;br /&gt;
Keep your eyes on your friends&lt;br /&gt;
No matter how life turns out&lt;br /&gt;
always justify the ends&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithin4without.blogspot.com/feeds/7274049048396470169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5000433092242153011/7274049048396470169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000433092242153011/posts/default/7274049048396470169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000433092242153011/posts/default/7274049048396470169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithin4without.blogspot.com/2013/05/always-bet-on-yourself.html' title='Always Bet on Yourself'/><author><name>James Dunnigan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17761618799997682145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ66Z1ya2J-jJB2gCl_x08g80Uj0WHWDkHLhCzW0VA75s5nP-K4rVFb2MIXI3spn0ZcseMuVXsm6l6i61msSPC8MBmmtgxBDQ0xqFyzoiWMlsRKDlWFlSYqPnmUYIW5HNdxv_Asvpoj_s/s72-c/truth.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000433092242153011.post-508302288817520327</id><published>2013-05-17T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-06-10T23:42:16.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Storm King</title><content type='html'>I almost slid off a mountain, two rocks were in the way&lt;br /&gt;
I wish I never had chosen, to go past the sign that day&lt;br /&gt;
The first rock went off the mountain, about three thousand feet down&lt;br /&gt;
If I took that same drop off, I might not ever be found.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Go get your ass on the mountain, take a swim at the coast&lt;br /&gt;
Sunlight, longnight, feels fun, don&#39;t wanna fight&lt;br /&gt;
life of crime, killing time,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;music flows on&amp;nbsp;down the line&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I had a few seconds to wonder, what was gonna happen next&lt;br /&gt;
This was just&amp;nbsp;a little different, than waiting for&amp;nbsp;my lovers&amp;nbsp;text&lt;br /&gt;
Three thousand feet below me, some jagged rocks were out&lt;br /&gt;
A few feet from the precipice, I thought what life was about&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Go get your ass on the mountain, take a swim at the coast&lt;br /&gt;
Sunlight, longnight, feels fun, don&#39;t wanna fight&lt;br /&gt;
life of crime, killing time,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;music flows on&amp;nbsp;down the line&lt;br /&gt;
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I knew in that split second, no more living on the edge&lt;/div&gt;
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Love and light showed the way down, she&#39;s waiting for me in a warm town. &lt;/div&gt;
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I knew I wanted to live, and I shut my ego down&lt;/div&gt;
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Go get your ass on the mountain, take a swim at the coast&lt;/div&gt;
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Sunlight, longnight, feels fun, don&#39;t wanna fight&lt;/div&gt;
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life of crime, killing time,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;music flows on&amp;nbsp;down the line&lt;/div&gt;
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The rock somehow , it saved me, it held my weight so fine&lt;/div&gt;
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That love that that rock gave me, well, it became all mine.&lt;/div&gt;
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The rock, and the lock, and the stock, and the smock&lt;/div&gt;
We all wear them some time, so just get up on the mountain&lt;br /&gt;
and everything will be fine!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Go get your ass on the mountain, take a swim at the coast&lt;br /&gt;
Sunlight, longnight, feels fun, don&#39;t wanna fight&lt;br /&gt;
life of crime, killing time,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;music flows&amp;nbsp;down the line&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithin4without.blogspot.com/feeds/508302288817520327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5000433092242153011/508302288817520327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000433092242153011/posts/default/508302288817520327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000433092242153011/posts/default/508302288817520327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithin4without.blogspot.com/2013/05/storm-king.html' title='Storm King'/><author><name>James Dunnigan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17761618799997682145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0B5_0JIIA9T69a247_hmup1FNohZIuvw8X_YxaTguYM_dkHs5iJOzE6aZy-xVPInzjHpVDN0K1jI_o8uq2nfVnl7xA_eadSc7A8UR3z_wSSmviFcjDDJYMTg5SNZjOP6jIlmPuS2MI2M/s72-c/lost+coast.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000433092242153011.post-5891394058275327763</id><published>2013-05-15T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-05-16T07:10:02.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving Home</title><content type='html'>I hail from a semi small town&lt;br /&gt;
the folks there think they are renowned&lt;br /&gt;
The town is just letters on a map&lt;br /&gt;
it&#39;s lasting impression, the size of a clap&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I had to leave, I had to go&lt;br /&gt;
The sky was dark, the wind didn&#39;t blow&lt;br /&gt;
The trees all slept for half the year&lt;br /&gt;
the color gone, replaced with fear&lt;br /&gt;
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Time to go , time to leave&lt;br /&gt;
I got some troubles&lt;br /&gt;
you can&#39;t possibly beleive &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I left, I took a bus&lt;br /&gt;
I rode three time, from dawn to dusk&lt;br /&gt;
got off the bus and I was there&lt;br /&gt;
I take those troubles everywhere&lt;br /&gt;
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One day I thought, as I walked&lt;br /&gt;
in my mind,&amp;nbsp; confusion walked&lt;br /&gt;
I thought the thoughts, I saw the ghosts&lt;br /&gt;
The lake below, gave me the most&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Time to go , time to leave&lt;br /&gt;
I got some troubles&lt;br /&gt;
you can&#39;t possibly beleive &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The night was cold, the wind it blew.&lt;br /&gt;
The way to live, you always knew&lt;br /&gt;
find a tree and sit down&lt;br /&gt;
forget about that little town&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
sing a song, walk some more&lt;br /&gt;
hear the waves crash on the shore&lt;br /&gt;
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Time to go , time to leave&lt;br /&gt;
I got some troubles&lt;br /&gt;
you can&#39;t possibly beleive </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithin4without.blogspot.com/feeds/5891394058275327763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5000433092242153011/5891394058275327763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000433092242153011/posts/default/5891394058275327763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000433092242153011/posts/default/5891394058275327763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithin4without.blogspot.com/2013/05/leaving-home.html' title='Leaving Home'/><author><name>James Dunnigan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17761618799997682145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000433092242153011.post-6695509231291162818</id><published>2013-05-13T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-05-13T07:16:43.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>600 second brain dump</title><content type='html'>A cascade like a wave&lt;br /&gt;
Washing over me.&lt;br /&gt;
Minimal resistance&lt;br /&gt;
I thought of bending&lt;br /&gt;
At the knee&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Some think they are blind&lt;br /&gt;
Eyes open all the time&lt;br /&gt;
Some think they are kind&lt;br /&gt;
Bring them a lemon&lt;br /&gt;
They ask for a lime&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Lemons, limes,&lt;br /&gt;
a&amp;nbsp;few chill Rhymes&lt;br /&gt;
smiles from a dime&lt;br /&gt;
awesome time&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Confusion sets in&lt;br /&gt;
Then I know, pretty sure I know&lt;br /&gt;
Then I know the fun begins&lt;br /&gt;
It is this much fun?&lt;br /&gt;
like shooting a gun, or chasing the sun?&lt;br /&gt;
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So many so called sins&lt;br /&gt;
Sardines come in little tins&lt;br /&gt;
You eat the bones and the fins.&lt;br /&gt;
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Lemons, limes,&lt;br /&gt;
a&amp;nbsp;few chill Rhymes&lt;br /&gt;
smiles from a dime&lt;br /&gt;
awesome time&lt;br /&gt;
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What to do where to go&lt;br /&gt;
Every day the same damn show&lt;br /&gt;
Long hair short hair, broke rich,No one cares. No one fights no one dares. The stares and the glares took all the cares, threw them out along the back stairs.&lt;br /&gt;
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The light was out. I had to shout . Many strange hazy&amp;nbsp; shapes, dancing about. The power gone, an unpaid bill. Your daddy spent the money on pills. Society, let&#39;s own our ills. Breathe with gills and let the spaces fill. Air water high low where does it end? When did it go? How the hell am I supposed to know?&lt;br /&gt;
I read some&amp;nbsp; books And gave dirty looks. You never returned the shirt you took. I remember the plot but forget the book. A crook by a brook watched a wet dog who shook. Water water every where flying about off the dogs hair. Wine is fine, when it&#39;s not mine.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithin4without.blogspot.com/feeds/6695509231291162818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5000433092242153011/6695509231291162818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000433092242153011/posts/default/6695509231291162818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000433092242153011/posts/default/6695509231291162818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithin4without.blogspot.com/2013/05/ten-minute-brain-dump.html' title='600 second brain dump'/><author><name>James Dunnigan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17761618799997682145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000433092242153011.post-8249481976349895396</id><published>2013-05-08T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-05-08T07:54:03.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Love is a Diamond</title><content type='html'>You can&#39;t buy my love in a store&lt;br /&gt;
Got a fat diamond? Well, My love is worth more.&lt;br /&gt;
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You can&#39;t hang a name on my love.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;It will bring you more peace than any white dove.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My love is a diamond&lt;br /&gt;
My love is a pearl&lt;br /&gt;
My love is mine&lt;br /&gt;
A gift , for you girl&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Love of this type ain&#39;t found in a store.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;Don&#39;t try to compare it &amp;nbsp;with money , &#39;cause it&#39;s worth a lot more.&lt;br /&gt;
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You were there from the start, You earned my trust and my heart&lt;br /&gt;
We walked and talked and made silly rhymes, You share my joy, and light my darkest times&lt;br /&gt;
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My love is a diamond&lt;br /&gt;
My love is a pearl&lt;br /&gt;
My love is mine&lt;br /&gt;
A gift , for you girl&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
For seven years, our candle glowed. Out of the blue, you say your love&#39;s gone cold?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Our affair is over, you&#39;re headed out the door? You won&#39;t stay one minute more?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My love is a diamond&lt;br /&gt;
My love is a pearl&lt;br /&gt;
My love is mine&lt;br /&gt;
A gift , for you girl&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My world colored black. Please turn back.&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;ll give you my best , if you just turn back&lt;br /&gt;
You&#39;re my sacred friend, stay till the end&lt;br /&gt;
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You say you seek shiny jewels?&lt;br /&gt;
I have gems, kept in sparkling pools&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
My love is a diamond&lt;br /&gt;
My love is a pearl&lt;br /&gt;
My love is mine&lt;br /&gt;
A gift , for you girl
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithin4without.blogspot.com/feeds/8249481976349895396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5000433092242153011/8249481976349895396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000433092242153011/posts/default/8249481976349895396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000433092242153011/posts/default/8249481976349895396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithin4without.blogspot.com/2013/05/my-love-is-diamond.html' title='My Love is a Diamond'/><author><name>James Dunnigan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17761618799997682145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000433092242153011.post-3177800657296140774</id><published>2013-04-12T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-04-12T08:44:50.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear, Contact, Diving, Dancing</title><content type='html'>I write this today as I sit down in a shady spot and listen to some rock n roll and relax some until I go to a class today for something I feel drawn to, and barely understand why.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have chosen to learn contact improv dance. Here is a link to a great informative site with a great deal of information about the fairly young dance style. It is actually younger than I am, but more and more seems to be that way everyday. LOL.&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.contactquarterly.com/contact-improvisation/about/cq_ciAbout.php&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;http://www.contactquarterly.com/contact-improvisation/about/cq_ciAbout.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
This is a good instructive video for beginners.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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I ponder the topic and I begin to shed light on what I seek by going.  I want to continue to learn more about trusting people. Larger circles.
 Spiraling outward. I wanna make as much of the universe aware of the 
beauty of life. That&#39;s why I write. It reminds me. I guess it&#39;s nice to 
get positive reinforcement from my work.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am realizing that dancing can be a form of therapy. One we all can 
use. In higher doses. More love, less fear, more growth, less 
regression. Our daily claim on existence , expressed in such beautiful 
form. What is there to be afraid of?&lt;br /&gt;
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It is also intimate on a certain level to touch and share the forces of gravity in the way required for contact improv dance.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have the benefit of a lifetime(4.3) decades or so, of athletics and 
some dancing ability so I am not going in blindly. I certainly am no 
health purist. I lead a healthy lifestyle bit could change some things 
to be healthier. The point is, I am a novice.&lt;br /&gt;
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This endeavor, a new one, gives me a chance to learn about myself and 
others at the same time. I prefer it that way to solitary time. I will 
write no more now, pre class. &amp;nbsp;The next paragraph will be post class. 
Look for changes. I will be.&lt;br /&gt;
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The first thing that came to mind as I stretched on the hardwood floor of the studio was how the huge open windows looked east over the city to the distant peaks of the Cascades. I felt safe, and was awash with the images, and memories, of countless hours, alone,. at peace amongst the Douglas Firs, and sword ferns of the foothills. I also noticed the absence of music. WTH? This was dancing. No music?&lt;br /&gt;
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I watched a couple of people roll and writhe, and lift each other off the floor, and decided to rolol near them. In a matter of minutes I was transformed. I touched and rolled and writhed, and lifted, and was lifted.&lt;br /&gt;
The trust I was seeking came without effort, and the reward was infinite, and timeless.&lt;br /&gt;
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I felt like I had gotten a great massage, gotten rid of a great deal of negative energy I had been storing.&amp;nbsp; I realized how important having my mind, soul, and body, aligned both internally, and outwardly are to happiness. All for a low donation. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;
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If anyone has a curiosity about the dance style, I hope this answered a few questions. Now follow the advice of the Grateful Dead. &quot;TURN ON YOUR LOVE LIGHT, AND LEAVE IT ON!&quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithin4without.blogspot.com/feeds/3177800657296140774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5000433092242153011/3177800657296140774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000433092242153011/posts/default/3177800657296140774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000433092242153011/posts/default/3177800657296140774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithin4without.blogspot.com/2013/04/fear-contact-diving-dancing.html' title='Fear, Contact, Diving, Dancing'/><author><name>James Dunnigan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17761618799997682145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000433092242153011.post-9157307559881317055</id><published>2013-04-08T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-09-05T18:35:46.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BUGZ, AND THUGZ, AND LADYBUGZ</title><content type='html'>Riverbank Sunday in Colorado&lt;br /&gt;
The neatest effect a silvery liquid shadow&lt;br /&gt;
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River rolls by and people run&lt;br /&gt;
I sit here thinking and having fun&lt;br /&gt;
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See some herons dancing in the sky&lt;br /&gt;
I like babies and I know why&lt;br /&gt;
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Time stands still on the riverbank&lt;br /&gt;
Kill the rumor mill on the goodness bank&lt;br /&gt;
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Goodness and love from below and above&lt;br /&gt;
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Goodness and love from below and above&lt;br /&gt;
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The whole wide world on the back of a dove&lt;br /&gt;
The love from above fits like a glove&lt;br /&gt;
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Envelop yourself in some warm fine hugs&lt;br /&gt;
sit by the river with the ladybugs&lt;br /&gt;
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Bums and Thugs, and those that use drugs&lt;br /&gt;
they all agree to love ladybugs&lt;br /&gt;
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Goodness and love from below and above&lt;br /&gt;
Goodness and love from below and above&lt;br /&gt;
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Time to share it, I can&#39;t spare it&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithin4without.blogspot.com/feeds/9157307559881317055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5000433092242153011/9157307559881317055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000433092242153011/posts/default/9157307559881317055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000433092242153011/posts/default/9157307559881317055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithin4without.blogspot.com/2013/04/bugz-and-thugz-and-ladybugz.html' title='BUGZ, AND THUGZ, AND LADYBUGZ'/><author><name>James Dunnigan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17761618799997682145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXu5qs4Oa7hDK35rsjfTAbrY5LxxfeVfmCEasjmEHCOASJ0oMENc6Py-4DwJ5lu055CS1gY9cw6U6G8Wph_M7jsEz09vd7D9ngWeU-wVJHQsQZQyiWurmAxsu8WdK3KP9-ofaAyNKK2J0/s72-c/couple.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000433092242153011.post-3837907235426283462</id><published>2013-03-24T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-04-05T18:18:30.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Book</title><content type='html'>The train named elevation is leaving the station&lt;br /&gt;
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so give me your fixation, I&#39;ll manifest a revelation&lt;br /&gt;
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A little inspiration, creates a conversation&lt;br /&gt;
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locomotive beat center situation &lt;br /&gt;
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The thought so &amp;nbsp;sharp, a minor laceration&lt;br /&gt;
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the pain feels good, so I give it adulation&lt;br /&gt;
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When negativity finds you, resist escalation.&lt;br /&gt;
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If you want to run fast, control acceleration&lt;br /&gt;
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brakes get real warm , glowing red,&lt;br /&gt;
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it&#39;s only dissipation....&lt;br /&gt;
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of the heat we create, when we recreate creation&lt;br /&gt;
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The healing we share is my favorite radiation&lt;br /&gt;
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so perfect requires minor calibration.&lt;br /&gt;
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When we are done, I have the cutest abrasions</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithin4without.blogspot.com/feeds/3837907235426283462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5000433092242153011/3837907235426283462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000433092242153011/posts/default/3837907235426283462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000433092242153011/posts/default/3837907235426283462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithin4without.blogspot.com/2013/03/the-last-book.html' title='The Last Book'/><author><name>James Dunnigan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17761618799997682145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000433092242153011.post-2254715056158369973</id><published>2013-03-13T10:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2013-03-13T10:08:47.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What my Irish Mind Sees</title><content type='html'>Here it is, another St. Patrick&#39;s Day, another lovely Irish holiday&lt;br /&gt;
I was raised Irish Catholic, I came up that way.&lt;br /&gt;
Love of song, work, and the land,&lt;br /&gt;
the type of work that&#39;s hard, that you do with your hands.&lt;br /&gt;
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The warriors from pagan times, the limericks with their dirty rhymes.&lt;br /&gt;
Being Irish suits me just fine. I actually prefer beer to wine.&lt;br /&gt;
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My Father loved to hunt, and work and fish&lt;br /&gt;
I wish I knew for what he wished&lt;br /&gt;
He never wanted to tell me, when we fished&lt;br /&gt;
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Shape shifting myths about warriors of old&lt;br /&gt;
Fine Celtic stories, to my own children I&#39;ve told.&lt;br /&gt;
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Green is a color, that suits my eye,&lt;br /&gt;
Orange, is a mood, I like in my eye&lt;br /&gt;
The white of unity, is for us to try.&lt;br /&gt;
To&amp;nbsp;achieve&amp;nbsp;more unity, every day&lt;br /&gt;
To love each other, THE ONLY RIGHT WAY!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithin4without.blogspot.com/feeds/2254715056158369973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5000433092242153011/2254715056158369973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000433092242153011/posts/default/2254715056158369973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000433092242153011/posts/default/2254715056158369973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithin4without.blogspot.com/2013/03/what-my-irish-mind-sees.html' title='What my Irish Mind Sees'/><author><name>James Dunnigan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17761618799997682145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000433092242153011.post-6006623542260842668</id><published>2013-01-04T19:51:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2013-01-04T19:52:26.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears and Muscle ..AKA ..Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;Our lives should be written in the stars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;We wear ink just like bumper stickers, on our cars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;We build prisons in our mind,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;and put ourselves behind the bars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot; /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;Through tears and muscle, we become free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;These try to add from one, and create one or two or three.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;Our minds are as complex as comp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; display: inline; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;uter chips&lt;br /&gt;Most people we meet, only brief, brief blips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in a great while, sub atomic particles collide&lt;br /&gt;And infinitely multiply the potential energy they hold inside.&lt;br /&gt;Finding the match , the electron that fits&lt;br /&gt;Is a worthwhile task, when you&#39;re ready for it. &quot;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithin4without.blogspot.com/feeds/6006623542260842668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5000433092242153011/6006623542260842668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000433092242153011/posts/default/6006623542260842668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000433092242153011/posts/default/6006623542260842668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithin4without.blogspot.com/2013/01/tears-and-muscle-aka-love.html' title='Tears and Muscle ..AKA ..Love'/><author><name>James Dunnigan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17761618799997682145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000433092242153011.post-2115575884082246794</id><published>2013-01-04T19:43:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2013-03-19T09:02:48.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;Part of growing things is planting seeds,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;thinning weeds, and providing for needs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot; /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;Love has needs , on trust it feeds.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;The deeper the trust. The more the love breeds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot; /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;Love has a speed set to cruise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;Accelerate ? You&#39;re bound to lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; display: inline; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;you will lose the love you seek&lt;br /&gt;you&#39;ll THINK you&#39;re strong,&lt;br /&gt;but KNOW you&#39;re weak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to live to deny suicide&lt;br /&gt;Not that I ever really tried, sure I cried&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;yet I Always held a dream inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun is too bright, the world to right,&lt;br /&gt;For me to ever give up the fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I sought love, I rejected false might&lt;br /&gt;See, love has a might, in it&#39;s own right.&lt;br /&gt;At least I&#39;ve gained the gift of sight.&lt;br /&gt;Love comes at a pace, a pace of it&#39;s own&lt;br /&gt;Best not change the pace or off you&#39;re thrown.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithin4without.blogspot.com/feeds/2115575884082246794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5000433092242153011/2115575884082246794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000433092242153011/posts/default/2115575884082246794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000433092242153011/posts/default/2115575884082246794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithin4without.blogspot.com/2013/01/part-of-growing-things-is-planting.html' title=''/><author><name>James Dunnigan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17761618799997682145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000433092242153011.post-9165646150143243086</id><published>2012-12-23T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-12-23T09:51:49.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Trio</title><content type='html'>Hello people,&lt;br /&gt;
so glad you came in from the cold&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;ve got a little tale to tell,&lt;br /&gt;
a story that must be told.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It involves three&amp;nbsp;little&amp;nbsp;boys, a lady, and a man.&lt;br /&gt;
They were called a family, they lived in a sardine can.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The bones they can be eaten, they crumble with a crunch.&lt;br /&gt;
There were funny times, here among this bunch&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There was another figure, usually within the house&lt;br /&gt;
This pet wasn&#39;t a housecat, nor a cute little mouse.&lt;br /&gt;
The grim reaper, himself, lived here in this house.&lt;br /&gt;
He hid behind tables, he hid behind chairs,&lt;br /&gt;
he often changes colors, he often avoids stares&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The dirty plates stacked up all over the table.&lt;br /&gt;
The man got up, and went to bed, unless being drunk, left him unable&lt;br /&gt;
The kids, well they just spun, out of control.&lt;br /&gt;
Left with short answers, to fill the hole in their soul&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I guess if that was all, that the kids had had to bear,&lt;br /&gt;
that might have been okay, they might have thrived while there&lt;br /&gt;
But there was this other side, that often liked to hide&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;Hatred, violence, and anger, The Trio often came inside.&lt;br /&gt;
They felt right at home there, among the darkness and the dirt.&lt;br /&gt;
There seemed to be no limit, on just how much they hurt.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The children learned to use their hands, for more than to create&lt;br /&gt;
They learned to curl fingers to fists, and a lesson had been missed.&lt;br /&gt;
For hands can create pain, they do it every day&lt;br /&gt;
They always go the same place, when you do it that way.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The kids were not killers, even though they had held guns.&lt;br /&gt;
They kids had to settle problems, like they do when having fun&lt;br /&gt;
It was ok to hit each other, for boys settle things this way.&lt;br /&gt;
There should have been a different thing, taught to them that day.&lt;br /&gt;
I don&#39;t think you should blame their father, he ONLY knew that way.&lt;br /&gt;
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Over time, the Trio grew warmer, even welcoming&lt;br /&gt;
The people had no fucking idea, of what they were becoming&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The blood it tasted vile, and yet it made them smile&lt;br /&gt;
You just sort of let it fester, over a little while&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At least you venture outside, the sun does truly shine&lt;br /&gt;
You ripen, and gain color,&lt;br /&gt;
like a grape, along a vine.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
One day you find you&#39;re free from all of this.&lt;br /&gt;
Anger becomes empty, hatred becomes a lie.&lt;br /&gt;
You end up confused, and to learn, and to learn?&lt;br /&gt;
Well you must try.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithin4without.blogspot.com/feeds/9165646150143243086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5000433092242153011/9165646150143243086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000433092242153011/posts/default/9165646150143243086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000433092242153011/posts/default/9165646150143243086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithin4without.blogspot.com/2012/12/imagine.html' title='The Trio'/><author><name>James Dunnigan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17761618799997682145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000433092242153011.post-4632077533704493775</id><published>2012-12-23T09:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2014-03-26T10:41:19.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Circles and Lines</title><content type='html'>Draw a circle, draw a line. One is ours, and one is mine&lt;br /&gt;
Take a walk, find a path, like the fact it is tree lined&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
sidewalk lays out the way, my feet need softer ground today.&lt;br /&gt;
leave the path, stay on the line, find a circle, yours and mine&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
walking tall,&amp;nbsp;arms&amp;nbsp;open wide,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;one love for us all,&amp;nbsp;and it flows inside&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
night is black this time of year&lt;br /&gt;
all the colors live in here&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
pain can linger, at the tip of your finger&lt;br /&gt;
you can clutch your heart, you can shoot the gun&lt;br /&gt;
for your brand new start, you are fast, you can run&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The black spot on the sun, the&amp;nbsp;butterfly&amp;nbsp;in&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;spider&#39;s web,&lt;br /&gt;
the skeleton choking on the crust of bread,&lt;br /&gt;
they were the same, The Police had said&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So everything is my soul, the brightest light, the darkest hole,&lt;br /&gt;
the tree, the grass, even a blind mole&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
if I am you and you are me, we are we, and he and she,&lt;br /&gt;
you, me, the rock, the tree, the thing still hidden, in a distant sea&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If this number of one, can get it done, &lt;br /&gt;
it should be this way, for everyone &lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithin4without.blogspot.com/feeds/4632077533704493775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5000433092242153011/4632077533704493775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000433092242153011/posts/default/4632077533704493775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000433092242153011/posts/default/4632077533704493775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithin4without.blogspot.com/2012/12/circles-and-lines.html' title='Circles and Lines'/><author><name>James Dunnigan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17761618799997682145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000433092242153011.post-1681209288500227000</id><published>2012-12-19T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-12-19T14:25:12.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusion</title><content type='html'>It all makes sense to me, right now.&lt;br /&gt;
I understand my pain, where it came from, and how.&lt;br /&gt;
I know it hurt, I know it stung. I tasted the tears.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I have spent hours alone, days, even years.&lt;br /&gt;
I have alot of things figured out. I can add,&amp;nbsp;subtract, &amp;nbsp;multiply, and divide.&lt;br /&gt;
Yet when it comes to the most important thing of all, love, I seem to run and hide.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It&#39;s not that I don&#39;t need it. It&#39;s not that it isn&#39;t sweet. &lt;br /&gt;
It&#39;s so powerful when it visits me, I hate to admit defeat.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Confusion is all over, it&#39;s the only thing I know.&lt;br /&gt;
Confusion is all over, a light the path must show&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Each day is a journey, the path can be quite long.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;I get up, smile, and rise.I try to listen to, or, even write a few songs.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am the one who holds the key, to the room of peace, and light.&lt;br /&gt;
I can&#39;t turn that key alone, though try to, I just might.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithin4without.blogspot.com/feeds/1681209288500227000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5000433092242153011/1681209288500227000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000433092242153011/posts/default/1681209288500227000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000433092242153011/posts/default/1681209288500227000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithin4without.blogspot.com/2012/12/confusion.html' title='Confusion'/><author><name>James Dunnigan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17761618799997682145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>