<?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-6182296283783331017</id><updated>2024-10-04T10:47:45.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>short stowies</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssshortystories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182296283783331017/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssshortystories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15864663395027520790</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>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182296283783331017.post-637501972318078367</id><published>2011-03-01T20:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T20:44:21.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>06.01.06 (an empty apartment and a wine bottle)</title><content type='html'>you had to waltz by in that yellow dress&lt;br /&gt;
all we could do was watch&lt;br /&gt;
like the guilty you robbed us of our attention&lt;br /&gt;
such an easy step you did that day&lt;br /&gt;
closer when we inhaled&lt;br /&gt;
and a pull-away at the exhale&lt;br /&gt;
seemingly floating we just admired from the ground&lt;br /&gt;
there are no drains&lt;br /&gt;
there are no drains&lt;br /&gt;
right then that delicate yellow dress disintegrated&lt;br /&gt;
to reveal pure beauty and final liberation&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
we all clapped&lt;br /&gt;
and stumbled&lt;br /&gt;
and choked&lt;br /&gt;
and gave thanks</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssshortystories.blogspot.com/feeds/637501972318078367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ssshortystories.blogspot.com/2011/03/060106-empty-apartment-and-wine-bottle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182296283783331017/posts/default/637501972318078367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182296283783331017/posts/default/637501972318078367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssshortystories.blogspot.com/2011/03/060106-empty-apartment-and-wine-bottle.html' title='06.01.06 (an empty apartment and a wine bottle)'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15864663395027520790</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-6182296283783331017.post-8659199762648409478</id><published>2011-03-01T20:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T20:44:21.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>06.01.05 (steps of a Cuernavaca grocery store)</title><content type='html'>not an insignificant happening&lt;br /&gt;
sat on the stairs watching power lines&lt;br /&gt;
which brought your images of those and mesh screens to mind&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
well...&lt;br /&gt;
i wish you stay full of murderous energy&lt;br /&gt;
brutal indifference&lt;br /&gt;
anger-inspired laughs&lt;br /&gt;
extremities in general&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
if you&#39;d like we could peel the insulation&lt;br /&gt;
climb in electric-like&lt;br /&gt;
run through time&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
just don&#39;t leave me alone</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssshortystories.blogspot.com/feeds/8659199762648409478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ssshortystories.blogspot.com/2011/03/060105-steps-of-cuernavaca-grocery.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182296283783331017/posts/default/8659199762648409478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182296283783331017/posts/default/8659199762648409478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssshortystories.blogspot.com/2011/03/060105-steps-of-cuernavaca-grocery.html' title='06.01.05 (steps of a Cuernavaca grocery store)'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15864663395027520790</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-6182296283783331017.post-5033770815494709603</id><published>2011-02-21T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T10:14:49.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>02.02.11 (in bed after four days)</title><content type='html'>she was riding me face forward with her head tilted back to me&lt;br /&gt;
and then i felt it&lt;br /&gt;
our sex as time travel&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i was the sweat puddled up behind the knee of the woman getting fucked in the covered wagon during manifest destiny&lt;br /&gt;
looking for what was on the other side&lt;br /&gt;
up and down up and down&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
the bed creaking&lt;br /&gt;
a coked out octagenarian on a rocking chair&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;dame dame dame&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
there goes john locke on an underwater bicycle&lt;br /&gt;
yeah baby ride that dick you little slut&lt;br /&gt;
here comes&lt;br /&gt;
here comes our own personal renaissance&lt;br /&gt;
en&lt;br /&gt;
light&lt;br /&gt;
en&lt;br /&gt;
ment&lt;br /&gt;
we should make a flag for this moment&lt;br /&gt;
uhhh uhh like that&lt;br /&gt;
the first sunset ever photographed and now lost&lt;br /&gt;
give ittttttt&lt;br /&gt;
the first time an indigenous eye stuttered upon the sight of a foreigner&lt;br /&gt;
ggiive meee&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
then a balloon blown by a gust of wind smashed into a chain link fence and stuck there &lt;br /&gt;
wait wait wait&lt;br /&gt;
and in that spore of a fractured nanosecond i split infinity and took a bath in it&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
every cell exploded and i ceased to exist&lt;br /&gt;
which was my wish all along</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssshortystories.blogspot.com/feeds/5033770815494709603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ssshortystories.blogspot.com/2011/02/untitled.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182296283783331017/posts/default/5033770815494709603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182296283783331017/posts/default/5033770815494709603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssshortystories.blogspot.com/2011/02/untitled.html' title='02.02.11 (in bed after four days)'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15864663395027520790</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>1</thr:total></entry></feed>