tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83006122833409579972012-02-11T12:47:26.643-05:00andrew worthingtonnoreply@blogger.comBlogger231125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8300612283340957997.post-38196765899861654742011-09-18T17:19:00.000-04:002011-09-18T17:19:13.426-04:002011-09-18T17:19:13.426-04:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">the world looks better in pink..the world looks better in pink..the world looks better in pink..the world looks better in pink..the world looks better in pink..the world looks better in pink..the world looks better in pink..the world looks better in pink..the world looks better in pink..the world looks better in pink..the world looks better in pink..the world looks better in pink..the world looks better in pink..the world looks better in pink..the world looks better in pink..the world looks better in pink..the world looks better in pink..the world looks better in pink..the world looks better in pink..the world looks better in pink..the world looks better in 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href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/fXOZhuaArb3MFJAuG3scYb8gpLk/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/fXOZhuaArb3MFJAuG3scYb8gpLk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheWorldLooksBetterInPink/~4/jaGJYmbmnak" height="1" width="1"/>andrew worthingtonnoreply@blogger.com10http://theworldlooksbetterinpink.blogspot.com/2011/09/dorothy-shy-and-scared-as-she-sits-at.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8300612283340957997.post-16392846277270090492010-11-10T17:25:00.003-05:002010-11-10T17:41:36.776-05:002010-11-10T17:41:36.776-05:00<div><div>desde ahora se las escusas que despues usare como razones por las que cortamos</div><div><br /></div><div>en una situacion asi</div><div>es la razon o el sentimiento que precede?</div><div><br /></div><div>quizas sea un pobre idiota que no sabe lo que tiene</div><div><br /></div><div>y aun teme perderlo</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8300612283340957997-1639284627727009049?l=theworldlooksbetterinpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/M6Kgyt1-f7CNUOO8gfySDODBdyk/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/M6Kgyt1-f7CNUOO8gfySDODBdyk/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/M6Kgyt1-f7CNUOO8gfySDODBdyk/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/M6Kgyt1-f7CNUOO8gfySDODBdyk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheWorldLooksBetterInPink/~4/VCFm7npH0ZI" height="1" width="1"/>fernandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06717355953832035103noreply@blogger.com20http://theworldlooksbetterinpink.blogspot.com/2010/11/mi-distancia-pt-ii.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8300612283340957997.post-4288972700882823592010-11-10T16:49:00.006-05:002010-11-10T19:26:59.678-05:002010-11-10T19:26:59.678-05:00si algun dia llegariamos a cortar<div><br /></div><div>no lo sentiria</div><div><br /></div><div>seria simplemente </div><div>un giro diferente</div><div>de un movimiento ya constante</div><div><br /></div><div>como un cometa que llego a orbitar tu mundo</div><div>nadamas para volver a lanzarse</div><div><br /></div><div>nunca aterrize</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8300612283340957997-428897270088282359?l=theworldlooksbetterinpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/nvxuOrhNUA9o7hofU_1p0KInoRc/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/nvxuOrhNUA9o7hofU_1p0KInoRc/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/nvxuOrhNUA9o7hofU_1p0KInoRc/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/nvxuOrhNUA9o7hofU_1p0KInoRc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheWorldLooksBetterInPink/~4/CZjwTJmMgdE" height="1" width="1"/>fernandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06717355953832035103noreply@blogger.com15http://theworldlooksbetterinpink.blogspot.com/2010/11/mi-distancia-pt-i.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8300612283340957997.post-38488947541513985852010-11-09T08:04:00.007-05:002010-11-09T08:32:59.158-05:002010-11-09T08:32:59.158-05:001.<br /> <br /> yes i realize what you said<br /> <br /> wow youre smart<br /> <br /> what'd you say<br /> <br /> i don't know who said that i said it<br /> <br /> o<br /> <br /> 2.<br /> <br /> no its not really like that<br /> <br /> its not how they said i thought it was<br /> <br /> its more strange but also more simple<br /> <br /> and you have to look it up in a book<br /> <br /> but if you look it up in a book youre fucked<br /> <br /> o<br /> <br /> 3.<br /> <br /> the time changed the other day<br /> <br /> it was okay<br /> <br /> i didn't really notice but it was pleasant<br /> <br /> the clocks had to be changed manually<br /> <br /> but the computers changed themselves<br /> <br /> 4.<br /> <br /> what if we all ate a burger at the same time<br /> <br /> it would have to be a big burger<br /> <br /> jesus would probably have to do something to help out<br /> <br /> you probably wouldnt believe it<br /> <br /> i might not believe it<br /> <br /> depends on his technique<br /> <br /> 5.<br /> <br /> what is the point of numbers<br /> <br /> just to count, really<br /> <br /> counting is useful<br /> <br /> 6.<br /> <br /> why do cigarette prices keeep going up<br /> <br /> think you know why<br /> <br /> i can tell you if you dont<br /> <br /> but i might have to look it up<br /> <br /> 7.<br /> <br /> yeah i am tired of the repetition too like you thought i might be<br /> <br /> no im not implying that your life is repetitive<br /> <br /> 8.<br /> <br /> angry dogs are barking outside<br /> <br /> police sirens just drove by<br /> <br /> unrelated<br /> <br /> 9,<br /> <br /> but its interesting how we never die<br /> <br /> until we realize that we will<br /> <br /> 10.<br /> <br /> focus on something specific<br /> <br /> unfocus<br /> <br /> focus<br /> <br /> unfocus<br /> <br /> o<br /> <br /> 11.<br /> <br /> the leaves changed the other day<br /> <br /> i could tell that a certain hue of dark green had definitely become a certain hue of dark orange<br /> <br /> secondary colors in tragic motion or something<br /> <br /> 12.<br /> <br /> lifted up my boxers the other day<br /> <br /> scratched my balls<br /> <br /> looked at my ballls<br /> <br /> nodded to myself<br /> <br /> 13.<br /> <br /> does anyone know what lebron james' new number is?<br /> <br /> i dont want to look it up and i can never tell when i see game clips<br /> <br /> 14.<br /> <br /> ending on an even number would be good<br /> <br /> it would create balance<br /> <br /> 15.<br /> <br /> i stepped on every crack i could today<br /> <br /> 16.<br /> <br /> i think i am uncomfortable making connections<br /> <br /> 17.<br /> <br /> it feels better to wake up early<br /> <br /> but it is okay to stay up all night<br /> <br /> 18.<br /> <br /> bananas are red if you are weirdly color blind<br /> <br /> of course, i don't know anyone that is colorblind<br /> <br /> over half of all females are color blind i heard<br /> <br /> of course, 79 percent of statistics are made up<br /> <br /> or something like that<br /> <br /> 19.<br /> <br /> everything was fine until i realized i was floating on ice<br /> <br /> and i didn't know how to skate<br /> <br /> i held onto a railing on the side of the rink and skated<br /> <br /> 20.<br /> <br /> what is a typical day like for someone else<br /> <br /> 21.<br /> <br /> what is the end of a day like for someone else<br /> <br /> 22.<br /> <br /> it is interesting how the word "like" has become so common<br /> <br /> people must be getting very poetic<br /> <br /> or at least conjunctive<br /> <br /> 23.<br /> <br /> i can't find a fitting way to end this<br /> <br /> there are no perfect or happy endings<br /> <br /> except in all those books or movies that almost made me cry<br /> <br /> 24. <br /> <br /> but i never cry really, i just laugh<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8300612283340957997-3848894754151398585?l=theworldlooksbetterinpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/uxqrG73A48QHPl4r95eXvPL0yD0/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/uxqrG73A48QHPl4r95eXvPL0yD0/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/uxqrG73A48QHPl4r95eXvPL0yD0/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/uxqrG73A48QHPl4r95eXvPL0yD0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheWorldLooksBetterInPink/~4/hqGpW81rjrw" height="1" width="1"/>andrew worthingtonnoreply@blogger.com13http://theworldlooksbetterinpink.blogspot.com/2010/11/tippacanoe-and-tyler-too-and-desmond.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8300612283340957997.post-15841094962848254742010-10-15T13:48:00.003-04:002010-10-15T13:56:04.222-04:002010-10-15T13:56:04.222-04:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:&quot;msg&quot;}" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; font-size:13px;"><span class="UIStory_Message"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></h3><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:&quot;msg&quot;}" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; font-size:13px;"><span class="UIStory_Message"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">and i will take </span></span></h3><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:&quot;msg&quot;}" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; font-size:13px;"><span class="UIStory_Message"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">your thumb </span></span></h3><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:&quot;msg&quot;}" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; font-size:13px;"><span class="UIStory_Message"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">with me on my travels </span></span></h3><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:&quot;msg&quot;}" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; font-size:13px;"><span class="UIStory_Message"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">and </span></span></h3><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:&quot;msg&quot;}" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; font-size:13px;"><span class="UIStory_Message"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">keep it on a necklace</span></span></h3><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:&quot;msg&quot;}" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; font-size:13px;"><span class="UIStory_Message"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">or in a glass jar </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">by my bed</span></h3><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:&quot;msg&quot;}" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; font-size:13px;"><span class="UIStory_Message"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">and</span></span></h3><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:&quot;msg&quot;}" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; font-size:13px;"><span class="UIStory_Message"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">tell it everything important </span></span></h3><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:&quot;msg&quot;}" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; font-size:13px;"><span class="UIStory_Message"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">and </span></span></h3><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:&quot;msg&quot;}" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; font-size:13px;"><span class="UIStory_Message"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">when i give it back </span></span></h3><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:&quot;msg&quot;}" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; font-size:13px;"><span class="UIStory_Message"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">upon my return </span></span></h3><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:&quot;msg&quot;}" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; font-size:13px;"><span class="UIStory_Message"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">it will be </span></span></h3><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:&quot;msg&quot;}" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; font-size:13px;"><span class="UIStory_Message"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">just like </span></span></h3><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:&quot;msg&quot;}" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; font-size:13px;"><span class="UIStory_Message"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">you </span></span></h3><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:&quot;msg&quot;}" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; font-size:13px;"><span class="UIStory_Message"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">were </span></span></h3><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:&quot;msg&quot;}" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; font-size:13px;"><span class="UIStory_Message"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">there </span></span></h3><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:&quot;msg&quot;}" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; font-size:13px;"><span class="UIStory_Message"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">beside </span></span></h3><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:&quot;msg&quot;}" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; font-size:13px;"><span class="UIStory_Message"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">me </span></span></h3><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:&quot;msg&quot;}" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; font-size:13px;"><span class="UIStory_Message"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">the whole time. </span></span></h3><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:&quot;msg&quot;}" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; font-size:13px;"><span class="UIStory_Message"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></h3><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:&quot;msg&quot;}" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; font-size:13px;"><span class="UIStory_Message"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">i never left </span></span></h3><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:&quot;msg&quot;}" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; font-size:13px;"><span class="UIStory_Message"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">you never felt me leave </span></span></h3><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:&quot;msg&quot;}" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; font-size:13px;"><span class="UIStory_Message"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">i'm never gone</span></span></h3></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8300612283340957997-8941893951294021794?l=theworldlooksbetterinpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Yml6odSAw-k05dnSIRQtPVxtznw/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Yml6odSAw-k05dnSIRQtPVxtznw/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Yml6odSAw-k05dnSIRQtPVxtznw/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Yml6odSAw-k05dnSIRQtPVxtznw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheWorldLooksBetterInPink/~4/NwIhq8b4GMI" height="1" width="1"/>Carla Perez-Gallardohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18246115031115584401noreply@blogger.com14http://theworldlooksbetterinpink.blogspot.com/2010/07/poem-to-start-story-to-end-beginning.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8300612283340957997.post-46148273765343808802010-07-22T11:17:00.001-04:002010-07-22T12:18:32.545-04:002010-07-22T12:18:32.545-04:00do not fool<br /> your american self we are<br /> all subject to a still<br /> monarch assembled<br /> of beating chest<br /> monopoly watch close<br /> pull your necks upward look<br /> upon the heaving chest of our<br /> national morning, smell the arbitrage<br /> eat foreign bound paper wipe your<br /> face with crisp welfare<br /> fucking indolent underbelly<br /> awash with wasted expected<br /> returns. pity<br /> <br /> to cling dearly such<br /> moth eaten puritan<br /> toughness work on<br /> you predestined body<br /> you accounted soul<br /> <br /> do not fool<br /> your indentured self we are<br /> all subject push a still<br /> wheel perceived turn but<br /> progress is our heels dug<br /> deeper impervious human<br /> capital, however has never paraded<br /> so well dapper trademarks free <br /> speech cellular the buzz among bees <br /> never bothers the queen hears only boom and <br /> bust opportunity cost you optimum drone <br /> you, here's a heavy hand fleecing <br /> autonomy accept the grip of slave wages is <br /> death. spent<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8300612283340957997-4614827376534380880?l=theworldlooksbetterinpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5i80NxM5GGfnCwhdIXrNacSHDTA/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5i80NxM5GGfnCwhdIXrNacSHDTA/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5i80NxM5GGfnCwhdIXrNacSHDTA/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5i80NxM5GGfnCwhdIXrNacSHDTA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheWorldLooksBetterInPink/~4/MlXUkB3z6hs" height="1" width="1"/>gamefacednoreply@blogger.com13http://theworldlooksbetterinpink.blogspot.com/2010/07/zero-sum-game-is-fable-saved-for.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8300612283340957997.post-75512027083369260072010-07-10T14:15:00.004-04:002010-07-13T09:05:38.918-04:002010-07-13T09:05:38.918-04:00<div><br /></div>you are<br />a<br />tall glass<br />of<br />milk<br /><br />i drink you<br />up<br /><br />greedily<br /><br />and always<br />ask<br />for more<br />than<br />i can take<br /><br />but<br /><br />i will<br />drink you<br />by<br />the gallon<br />even<br />if<br />i<br />understand<br /><br />the consequences<br /><br />of such<br />rushed and raged<br />desire<br /><br />desire (you)<br />to consume (you)<br />to eat to drink<br />to own to be<br />to grasp (you)<br />to hold<br />inside<br />of me<br />as much<br />of you<br />as i can fit<br /><br /><br />even if i get<br />that when<br />the glass<br />breaks<br />you will be<br />the wetness<br />on the floor<br /><br />the shards<br />that slice<br />the skin<br /><br /><div>the knife<br />that cuts<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8300612283340957997-7551202708336926007?l=theworldlooksbetterinpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xLWswR9NFT7nee6Y2PHoV8Ak0cI/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xLWswR9NFT7nee6Y2PHoV8Ak0cI/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xLWswR9NFT7nee6Y2PHoV8Ak0cI/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xLWswR9NFT7nee6Y2PHoV8Ak0cI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheWorldLooksBetterInPink/~4/kjHrDCvbHS4" height="1" width="1"/>Carla Perez-Gallardohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18246115031115584401noreply@blogger.com11http://theworldlooksbetterinpink.blogspot.com/2010/07/nerves-from-before.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8300612283340957997.post-83689483041212233352010-07-01T15:09:00.002-04:002010-07-01T15:15:45.261-04:002010-07-01T15:15:45.261-04:00<div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: small;"> <!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; ">slick and slender<br />sipping sour juices<br />from sourer fruits,<br />the storm inside the house,<br />the bee in the jar.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; ">sterile squeeze<br />sturdy stammer<br />sticky stealthy stupor<br />surrender silence<br />squall swell swine<br />siempre tuyo<br />siempre mio<br />suckle slit seduce.<br /><br />hammer the heat<br />hiss, hold, holy.<br />beneath the<br />crook of your elbow<br />lies the dawn of your pleasure.<br /><br />hip hum host<br />hasten hither<br />here, how, hero.<br /><br /><span class="il">resume</span>, become.<br />resent, restore.<br />ruins, rocks, ribs.<br />rim, rum, run.<br /><br />lust long luster<br />languid, loose, limb<br />(her eyelids pale,<br />wild orchids in a dark cave).<br /><br />lucid, lake, loquacious, liquor,<br />lick her limestone crevice.<br /><br />lush<br />rush<br />hush<br />(a round stone in the palm of your hand).<br /><br />hunt<br />haunt<br />feather.<br /><br />lisp,<br />luck,<br />lock,<br />leather.<br /><br />floor fuck.<br />grapes, pluck.<br /><br />plum<br /><br />plume<br /><br />pleasure.</span></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </span></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8300612283340957997-6780363704121704992?l=theworldlooksbetterinpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RdYojaRYKEzuepk69XKAFjTUG8A/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RdYojaRYKEzuepk69XKAFjTUG8A/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RdYojaRYKEzuepk69XKAFjTUG8A/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RdYojaRYKEzuepk69XKAFjTUG8A/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheWorldLooksBetterInPink/~4/_6cMPzV26g8" height="1" width="1"/>Carla Perez-Gallardohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18246115031115584401noreply@blogger.com11http://theworldlooksbetterinpink.blogspot.com/2010/06/tangled-up-in-arms.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8300612283340957997.post-8855792337351267572010-06-18T15:07:00.005-04:002010-06-18T15:52:49.949-04:002010-06-18T15:52:49.949-04:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><div>weak</div></span></span><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">i have come close to sucking my own dick</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">but have inevitably failed</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">every time</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">one gets so close, and then the pain sets in</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">it is like a kind of sharp spoon or something</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">digging into your back</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">trying to scoop out something that is not there to be found</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">"if only my dick were an inch longer," i have thought</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">but it is of no use</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">i have practiced stretching and i have read fiction books</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">about people who have allegedly done it,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">but a book is not what is or was</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">a book is just a story</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">and so now i try to persuade other people to suck my dick</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">or give me a kiss</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">or sit with me</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">or talk with me</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">or walk with me</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">or something</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">and i do this while knowing that</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">all relationships are, to some degree, a power struggle</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">and that the power gets moved around from time to time</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">is what keeps things going.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">an example of this would be how tonight</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">i wanted to see you so badly</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">but you had other plans with other people</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">or something.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">i have tried thrusting my penis into the dirty cunt of power</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">and tearing it to shreds</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">but my penis was not large enough.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">i have tried giving a piece of my penis to everyone,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">so as not to be discriminatory or</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">hierarchical or</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">something</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">but my penis was not strong enough.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">'is my penis inadequate'</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">'who will nurture an inadequate penis like mine'</span></span></div><div><br /></div><div>__________________________________________</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(17, 17, 17); font-family:'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;">this poem has been posted for promotional purposes in regards to the release of the second edition of the poetry chapbook <a href="http://thinktankforhumanbeingsingeneral.tumblr.com/">think tank for human beings in general</a>.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(17, 17, 17); font-family:'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(17, 17, 17); font-family:'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;">more information about the chapbook this poem appears <a href="http://thinktankforhumanbeingsingeneral.tumblr.com/">HERE</a></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(17, 17, 17); font-family:'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"><div style="font-family: inherit; ">jordan's blog post about the second pressing of <i>think tank </i><a href="http://smokingonanemptystomach.blogspot.com/2010/06/products.html">HERE</a></div><div style="font-family: inherit; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: inherit; ">richard's blog post about the second pressing of <i>think tank </i><a href="http://simperingfool.blogspot.com/2010/06/think-tank-second-pressing.html">HERE</a></div><div><br /></div></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8300612283340957997-885579233735126757?l=theworldlooksbetterinpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Hke7MG4bdqJIpdsiBR7vy-dlUGQ/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Hke7MG4bdqJIpdsiBR7vy-dlUGQ/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Hke7MG4bdqJIpdsiBR7vy-dlUGQ/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Hke7MG4bdqJIpdsiBR7vy-dlUGQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheWorldLooksBetterInPink/~4/lSsGRveQWTo" height="1" width="1"/>Jordan Castronoreply@blogger.com17http://theworldlooksbetterinpink.blogspot.com/2010/06/poem-from-think-tank-for-human-beings_18.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8300612283340957997.post-27754858566780070782010-06-14T15:05:00.002-04:002010-06-14T18:07:43.960-04:002010-06-14T18:07:43.960-04:00<div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">excuse me</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><br /> </div><div style="font-family: inherit;">when i was younger i would say things like</div><div style="font-family: inherit;">'i wish everybody had a video camera&nbsp;filming them</div><div style="font-family: inherit;">so they could see how stupid they&nbsp;are'</div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><br /> </div><div style="font-family: inherit;">'stupid' meaning</div><div style="font-family: inherit;">we are hurting each other</div><div style="font-family: inherit;">and it is difficult to see it</div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><br /> </div><div style="font-family: inherit;">but if we need cameras</div><div style="font-family: inherit;">to feel the weight of ourselves</div><div style="font-family: inherit;">we&nbsp;will only feel</div><div style="font-family: inherit;">less 'real'</div><div style="font-family: inherit;">like untagging your name</div><div style="font-family: inherit;">from facebook pictures</div><div style="font-family: inherit;">or getting 'obliterated' every night,</div><div style="font-family: inherit;">waking up&nbsp;with chunks missing</div><div style="font-family: inherit;">from your pillow</div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><br /> </div><div style="font-family: inherit;">we should sit in a room</div><div style="font-family: inherit;">and not say anything</div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><br /> </div><div style="font-family: inherit;">we should sit in a room</div><div style="font-family: inherit;">and let pieces of the ceiling</div><div style="font-family: inherit;">fall onto us, unflinchingly,</div><div style="font-family: inherit;">as our faces strip off</div><div style="font-family: inherit;">layers of themselves.</div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><br /> </div><div style="font-family: inherit;">maybe, </div><div style="font-family: inherit;">but if you want </div><div style="font-family: inherit;">to go buy cigarettes</div><div style="font-family: inherit;">i will probably make </div><div style="font-family: inherit;">the walk with you.</div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><br /> </div><div style="font-family: inherit;">excuse me</div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><br /> </div><div style="font-family: inherit;">for all things </div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><br /> </div><div style="font-family: inherit;">i think i want</div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><br /> </div><div style="font-family: inherit;">___________________________________________________&nbsp;</div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><br /> </div><div style="font-family: inherit;">This poem posted for promotional purposes in regards to the release of the second edition of the poetry chapbook <a href="http://thinktankforhumanbeingsingeneral.tumblr.com/">think tank for human beings in general</a>. </div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><br /> </div><div style="font-family: inherit;">More information about the chapbook this poem appears <a href="http://thinktankforhumanbeingsingeneral.tumblr.com/">HERE</a></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><br /> </div><div style="font-family: inherit;">Jordan's blog post about the second pressing of <i>think tank </i><a href="http://smokingonanemptystomach.blogspot.com/2010/06/products.html">HERE</a></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><br /> </div><div style="font-family: inherit;">Richard's blog post about the second pressing of <i>think tank </i><a href="http://simperingfool.blogspot.com/2010/06/think-tank-second-pressing.html">HERE</a></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><br /> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8300612283340957997-2775485856678007078?l=theworldlooksbetterinpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/9MzMkuJmUymBdIosxb-EDWHYSSk/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/9MzMkuJmUymBdIosxb-EDWHYSSk/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/9MzMkuJmUymBdIosxb-EDWHYSSk/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/9MzMkuJmUymBdIosxb-EDWHYSSk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheWorldLooksBetterInPink/~4/zyvKTRLEKCs" height="1" width="1"/>Richard Wehrenberg, Jr.noreply@blogger.com10http://theworldlooksbetterinpink.blogspot.com/2010/06/poem-from-think-tank-for-human-beings.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8300612283340957997.post-82322497709162220952010-06-09T08:03:00.005-04:002010-06-09T08:11:38.408-04:002010-06-09T08:11:38.408-04:00<b>climbing onto this church </b><br /> <br /> thank god<br /> <br /> carrying a giant rake with me to scare walking individuals<br /> <br /> <br /> *<br /> <br /> <br /> good fucking lord we enjoy the wheat season in michigan<br /> <br /> <br /> *<br /> <br /> <b><br /> reading marx on a bench in september in michigan </b>you are gone<br /> <br /> for lunch i had peanuts<br /> <br /> i dont talk much<br /> <br /> the clouds<br /> <br /> <br /> *<br /> <br /> <br /> <b>i am eating a slice of white cake</b><br /> <br /> a bird sings by my window<br /> <br /> the son of a bitch<br /> <br /> <br /> *<br /> <br /> <br /> <b>i recorded a video for <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HOqg_t4Sl7Q">jack horkheimer</a> on new years eve in my dads driveway and i forgot to email it to him</b><br /> <br /> damn, i still havent emailed this video to jack horkheimer<br /> <br /> <br /> *<br /> <br /> <br /> god help me im throwing my neighbor off a building<br /> <br /> <br /> *<br /> <br /> <b><br /> i am like october when i am dead</b><br /> <br /> a wheelbarrow dispensing chalk lines, that is how silent i am<br /> <br /> there is my hand<br /> <br /> i am like the killers of people<br /> <br /> <br /> *<br /> <br /> <br /> oh&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; you have a smock on&nbsp;&nbsp; <br /> <br /> <br /> *<br /> <br /> <br /> <b>the hymnal at my grandmothers funeral says ‘wives be subordinate to your husbands, as is proper in the lord’ </b><br /> <br /> five months ago i saw a video of a dog being thrown into a garbage compactor<br /> <br /> <br /> *<br /> <br /> <b><br /> mother fucker, i rented a movie and recorded over it with two hours of myself&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</b>&nbsp; <br /> <br /> on the video i am shouting compliments at my family<br /> <br /> i burn my car on purpose<br /> <br /> its january<br /> <br /> i greet myself at the beginning of a great career<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8300612283340957997-8232249770916222095?l=theworldlooksbetterinpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bNld9Lbic76fuaqzR7wlpw-viOI/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bNld9Lbic76fuaqzR7wlpw-viOI/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bNld9Lbic76fuaqzR7wlpw-viOI/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bNld9Lbic76fuaqzR7wlpw-viOI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheWorldLooksBetterInPink/~4/qtAIoufTpDE" height="1" width="1"/>steve roggenbucknoreply@blogger.com12http://theworldlooksbetterinpink.blogspot.com/2010/06/10-poems-from-i-am-like-october-when-i.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8300612283340957997.post-61206408233636991632010-06-05T00:07:00.003-04:002010-06-05T00:23:59.991-04:002010-06-05T00:23:59.991-04:00stepping closer to the middle of nowhere<br />no ravine or cliff in sight<br />angry that my only option is to drift<br />until I sight a ravine or cliff<br /><br />I fear growing old and dying<br />I long to grow old and die<br /><br />I can feel my brain shriveling into a raisin<br /><br />I can mumble but I can't breathe<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8300612283340957997-6120640823363699163?l=theworldlooksbetterinpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/nqh1Z2KWfKpbVPs6QQB2WTqqBm8/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/nqh1Z2KWfKpbVPs6QQB2WTqqBm8/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/nqh1Z2KWfKpbVPs6QQB2WTqqBm8/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/nqh1Z2KWfKpbVPs6QQB2WTqqBm8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheWorldLooksBetterInPink/~4/OVuwTKithH8" height="1" width="1"/>andrew worthingtonnoreply@blogger.com13http://theworldlooksbetterinpink.blogspot.com/2010/06/syphilius-now.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8300612283340957997.post-31502163823083982212010-05-27T17:42:00.004-04:002010-05-27T18:04:02.232-04:002010-05-27T18:04:02.232-04:00<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">feels like i should just do what i used to do because i was smarter then</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">*</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">really want to write some poetry</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">just keep thinking of rap songs that don't exist yet</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">*</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">the armpit of my brain is sweaty</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">hairs needs trimming</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">visible deodorant becoming hard</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">and falling off</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">*</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">the hard cock of my brain is</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ready for</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">the virginal vagina of life</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">*</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">the bi polar old clown of my brain</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">is quitting it's job at the circus</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">after thirty-six years -</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">sixty-eight years of life,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">and starting over again</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">it's never too late to start over again</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">*</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">we are perpetually 'starting over' and</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">perpetually ignorant</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">*</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">never felt as good as</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">i feel now</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">or maybe i have but can't remember</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">*</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">sophomore male in pokemon shirt is not as ironic as he thinks, i guess</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">*</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">i'm the best rapper alive</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">i just haven't harnessed it yet</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">*</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">thought/wrote 'harnessed' in the previous poem</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">maybe meaning 'harvest'</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">or 'harvested'</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">keep thinking of a band maybe called 'blue moon' or like, 'october sky' and they had a song that was played on the radio maybe four years ago</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">not 'i hate everything about you'</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">but another song kind of similar that was just at a slower tempo i guess</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">*</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">gonna keep writing</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">gonna endure the study hall of life...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">*</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">i got the lean connect</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">*</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">going to go help my mom set up for after prom</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">love my mom</span></span></div><div><br /></div><div>---</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial, serif;font-size:small;"><b>video of me reading one of the above poems after drinking promethazine with 7up, ice, and a blue raspberry flavored jolly rancher</b></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:#645F5E;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;font-size:10px;"><object width="400" height="300"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><param name="movie" 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8300612283340957997-5617145893625962560?l=theworldlooksbetterinpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xwPmY1_lwSzrwEJWnstUHfvmSok/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xwPmY1_lwSzrwEJWnstUHfvmSok/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xwPmY1_lwSzrwEJWnstUHfvmSok/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xwPmY1_lwSzrwEJWnstUHfvmSok/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheWorldLooksBetterInPink/~4/jqHaP8tg0SY" height="1" width="1"/>brittany wallacenoreply@blogger.com9http://theworldlooksbetterinpink.blogspot.com/2010/05/bad-day-in-february.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8300612283340957997.post-87341198351753746602010-05-02T22:46:00.001-04:002010-05-02T22:46:29.533-04:002010-05-02T22:46:29.533-04:00<!--StartFragment--> <br /> <div class="MsoNormal"><i>Into Nova<o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal">remember<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">there are the sneaks left at the door<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">of the wingless <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>aero planes<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>fleets of college kids<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">collecting pennies in dirty delight<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">American steampunk promises <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">captured<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal">roar in the legs of boredom<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal">grown into clothes too small<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">stuffed in the bells<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">of the great stone fries<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">silencing our steps<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal">into nova<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal">one future to lose<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">just wanting to be that someone<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">who<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">can eat the dandelions<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal">like butterscotch bottle caps who<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal">thinks back and <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">cries<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">because the tree rings<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>in our limbs<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">don’t show how starved we are<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal">by the dominion<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">of compliance<o:p></o:p></div><!--EndFragment--><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8300612283340957997-8734119835175374660?l=theworldlooksbetterinpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kyQbbAmGAgM2w_5z5uyflU1zROM/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kyQbbAmGAgM2w_5z5uyflU1zROM/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kyQbbAmGAgM2w_5z5uyflU1zROM/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kyQbbAmGAgM2w_5z5uyflU1zROM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheWorldLooksBetterInPink/~4/djB6_1LFFw4" height="1" width="1"/>CharliePucketthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06809670274303030027noreply@blogger.com8http://theworldlooksbetterinpink.blogspot.com/2010/05/into-nova.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8300612283340957997.post-3265232609921827842010-04-30T00:11:00.002-04:002010-04-30T00:11:21.606-04:002010-04-30T00:11:21.606-04:00<!--StartFragment--> <br /> <div class="MsoNormal">I’ve seen the men, alike, ragged breasts on a beautiful rib cage<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">I’ve seen the women, like broken camel knees<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal">I’ve seen these bent backs of these creatures<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">shave sheets of grass from the city parks<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">and wear the worms as their veins,<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">the sheets as their skin<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal">These creatures cross their arms and hold bouquets <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">of bottles with aluminum can tabs over their eyes,<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">some with parched tongues still<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">prairie dogging for milk from the sky<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal">I don’t know death the way these lives know<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">the dirty hell of this heaven—<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">not a child’s mind where all the chutes<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">and ladders end when we are done<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal">If, and these creatures know, heaven is the <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">return to a child’s mind, (head nod)<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">then I’ll join the ranks of them<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">wearing the filthy earth like hell<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal">I’ll dig all of their graves when<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">I’m tired of talk about death,<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">wombs in the soil and blankets of flesh,<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">every hole I’ll fill with the neon fish tank rocks<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal">because their coals in this heaven<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">are hot as fuck.&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></div><!--EndFragment--><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8300612283340957997-326523260992182784?l=theworldlooksbetterinpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4CWTjUGTkC8mhyHPEa6FS8NvYNs/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4CWTjUGTkC8mhyHPEa6FS8NvYNs/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4CWTjUGTkC8mhyHPEa6FS8NvYNs/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4CWTjUGTkC8mhyHPEa6FS8NvYNs/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheWorldLooksBetterInPink/~4/JCWg7G1UMmI" height="1" width="1"/>CharliePucketthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06809670274303030027noreply@blogger.com6http://theworldlooksbetterinpink.blogspot.com/2010/04/neon-fish-tank-rocks.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8300612283340957997.post-3348695402943314982010-04-20T01:54:00.003-04:002010-04-25T23:28:23.849-04:002010-04-25T23:28:23.849-04:00i don't want to write of the stars no more<br /> they don't crave the stars<br /> the howls are tied to lead<br /> <br /> i've made too many cry in the night<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8300612283340957997-334869540294331498?l=theworldlooksbetterinpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/3ByUWQ91Yw4xZXAgMfBbKAGIS_k/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/3ByUWQ91Yw4xZXAgMfBbKAGIS_k/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/3ByUWQ91Yw4xZXAgMfBbKAGIS_k/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/3ByUWQ91Yw4xZXAgMfBbKAGIS_k/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheWorldLooksBetterInPink/~4/WyLcK9yafEA" height="1" width="1"/>CharliePucketthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06809670274303030027noreply@blogger.com9http://theworldlooksbetterinpink.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-dont-want-to-write-of-stars-no-more.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8300612283340957997.post-31101796106227324242010-04-15T16:20:00.002-04:002010-04-15T16:20:48.868-04:002010-04-15T16:20:48.868-04:00<!--StartFragment--> <br /> <div class="MsoNormal">He said over a few beers:<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">‘My name is Malakai Vacey<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">I have never been myself<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">for more than four minutes.’<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal">‘Sometimes,’ he said, ‘he feared<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">his self out of Easter dress<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Out of relationships with dying women<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Out of books and the boots of<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Bukowski’s Eliot’s Ellison’s<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Characters. Out of the faces<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">and skins of those who died<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">and left their drabby suits<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">under the Christmas trees<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal">Out of the living moments<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Out of the slow rides in<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">autos full of white niggers<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">chinks fags and spicks<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">across the states and frontiers<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">and hills that whistle right up under the clouds.’<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal">‘Out of innocence too much like a cherry<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Out of a pruned boy only at 22,’ <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">when he did say he could be his self,<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal">‘A dick, with a liver full of spit—<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">ungrateful pair of eyes hyper juiced<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">on dull spirits and soiled lungs,<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">sucking pollen from the lips of angels.’<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal">‘A lip, plugged with black tobacco slugs—<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">a smile that makes heroes kneel in<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">cracked dirt and cry;<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal">an ugly dick, so full of distorted love<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">the only way to live is to burn and fight.’<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /> </div><!--EndFragment--><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8300612283340957997-3110179610622732424?l=theworldlooksbetterinpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/JJlCtelucPFzXvDpL8kT7qQomp4/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/JJlCtelucPFzXvDpL8kT7qQomp4/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/JJlCtelucPFzXvDpL8kT7qQomp4/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/JJlCtelucPFzXvDpL8kT7qQomp4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheWorldLooksBetterInPink/~4/iIlsVQksU7g" height="1" width="1"/>CharliePucketthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06809670274303030027noreply@blogger.com14http://theworldlooksbetterinpink.blogspot.com/2010/04/machine-gun-moments.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8300612283340957997.post-41669838669202097772010-04-14T21:40:00.005-04:002010-04-14T21:57:03.038-04:002010-04-14T21:57:03.038-04:00guilt<br />the cargo weighing down the boat<br /><br />hate<br />hawks flying in circles above, lurking, waiting to eat their prey<br /><br />hope<br />the crack in wood, water seeking in<br /><br />fear<br />land is far away<br /><br />desolation<br />the oars cannot defeat the waves<br /><br />anxiety<br />sinking ship, fish jumping in the boat<br /><br />suffering<br />the fish weighing down the boat (along with the cargo)<br /><br />despair<br />the boat is sinking<br /><br />opportunity<br />letting go of the cargo and learning how to swim<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8300612283340957997-4166983866920209777?l=theworldlooksbetterinpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/6OAWX86zvn8Rop0SjFkV3_VYFgM/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/6OAWX86zvn8Rop0SjFkV3_VYFgM/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/6OAWX86zvn8Rop0SjFkV3_VYFgM/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/6OAWX86zvn8Rop0SjFkV3_VYFgM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheWorldLooksBetterInPink/~4/rR8KvAxwfV8" height="1" width="1"/>andrew worthingtonnoreply@blogger.com16http://theworldlooksbetterinpink.blogspot.com/2010/04/tugboat.html