<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="no"?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><rss xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" version="2.0"><channel><title>old hack has issues...</title><description></description><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (old hack)</managingEditor><pubDate>Sun, 6 Oct 2024 20:06:10 -0700</pubDate><generator>Blogger http://www.blogger.com</generator><openSearch:totalResults xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">1185</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link>http://oldhacks.blogspot.com/</link><language>en-us</language><itunes:explicit>yes</itunes:explicit><itunes:image href="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l188/oldhacks_2006/green.jpg"/><itunes:keywords>old,hack,hacks,and,friends</itunes:keywords><itunes:summary>old hack has issues</itunes:summary><itunes:subtitle>old hack</itunes:subtitle><itunes:category text="Society &amp; Culture"/><itunes:owner><itunes:email>oldhacks@gmail.com</itunes:email></itunes:owner><item><title>And another thing</title><link>http://oldhacks.blogspot.com/2015/01/and-another-thing_25.html</link><pubDate>Sun, 25 Jan 2015 13:47:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011367945547339673.post-1220200432679142399</guid><description>Workin on some new shit. Links up top are still good. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;old hack loves you&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>oldhacks@gmail.com (old hack)</author></item><item><title>ohhi circumstances</title><link>http://oldhacks.blogspot.com/2013/03/ohhi-circumstances.html</link><pubDate>Fri, 1 Mar 2013 06:45:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011367945547339673.post-7283803752608422788</guid><description>again and again
like a rodent I'm just smart enough 
to survive
never champion
always the victim
even in m greatest hour
i was merely overcoming circumstances
bettering my surroundings
giving them the ol what for
telling the world to it's face how awful it is
something in the way
something we all agree is right
something no one can ever take away
but nothing ever lasts
so nothing really matters
we're all just here and now
overcoming circumstances

a bullet to the head solves everything
some things are worth fighting for

she clawed her way home. Just to talk to me.
 "my heal broke at the train. and all I kept telling myself was that if I can just make it home to talk to William." she was frantic like a cat in the rain. but now she was home with poor alma in her lap and me on the computer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;old hack loves you&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>oldhacks@gmail.com (old hack)</author></item><item><title>geroge washington lazer</title><link>http://oldhacks.blogspot.com/2013/02/geroge-washington-lazer.html</link><pubDate>Tue, 5 Feb 2013 10:16:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011367945547339673.post-5831230255409189848</guid><description>&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGkeSQYzWyZkLga140MqAwbRLL-6OFlrEiycRGbiMlUaPbJnW_qHnr42C4vQ25iyMbrDFxzyV6CrqVIsErDbnLmtXx3Hd7SlPKzv_083FAxQrX9cKJH84ODiTeVFd_V9EVSNMvJUTnYOL0/s1600/george-washington+lazer.png" imageanchor="1" style=""&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="281" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGkeSQYzWyZkLga140MqAwbRLL-6OFlrEiycRGbiMlUaPbJnW_qHnr42C4vQ25iyMbrDFxzyV6CrqVIsErDbnLmtXx3Hd7SlPKzv_083FAxQrX9cKJH84ODiTeVFd_V9EVSNMvJUTnYOL0/s320/george-washington+lazer.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;old hack loves you&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGkeSQYzWyZkLga140MqAwbRLL-6OFlrEiycRGbiMlUaPbJnW_qHnr42C4vQ25iyMbrDFxzyV6CrqVIsErDbnLmtXx3Hd7SlPKzv_083FAxQrX9cKJH84ODiTeVFd_V9EVSNMvJUTnYOL0/s72-c/george-washington+lazer.png" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>oldhacks@gmail.com (old hack)</author></item><item><title>unruly retards - Million dollar dream</title><link>http://oldhacks.blogspot.com/2012/05/unruly-retards-million-dollar-dream.html</link><pubDate>Tue, 22 May 2012 12:41:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011367945547339673.post-1040716315833780145</guid><description>If I had a million dollars&lt;br /&gt;would that still not be enough&lt;br /&gt;to have your love\&lt;br /&gt;to have your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had all the power&lt;br /&gt;make the world bend to my will&lt;br /&gt;you'd turn away&lt;br /&gt;you'd turn away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wasting all my love on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had all the answers&lt;br /&gt;to all of your prayers&lt;br /&gt;couldn't believe&lt;br /&gt;would you believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I owned a giant castle&lt;br /&gt;and i offered you the crown&lt;br /&gt;you'd throw it away&lt;br /&gt;you'd throw it away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wastin all my love on you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;old hack loves you&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>oldhacks@gmail.com (old hack)</author></item><item><title>ohhi what happened to this place</title><link>http://oldhacks.blogspot.com/2012/05/ohhi-what-happened-to-this-place.html</link><pubDate>Wed, 2 May 2012 18:18:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011367945547339673.post-7337821482497934616</guid><description>what happened to this place?
I turned my back for a second
and the whole thing disappeared.
not even the Trees look the same

what the fuck happened?
did everyone die?
was there a mass transit system built
just for the people who used to live here?
that went to some magic place
where they were never heard from again?

what happened?
tell me?
was it you?
who wasn't watching their post?
who let their guard down?

a hundred years of history
a culture as thick as blood
signs everywhere
Don't come here if you're a fuckhead
FUckheads NOT welcome

the cool kids
with their plot of land
you let it slip away
People told me
letters sent in despair
"the mission isn't the mission anymore"

I couldn't believe them.
it was the last great hold out on Earth
the last breath of a dead society
the one place I could hang my hat
without having to worry about if stupids around

YUPPIES ARE A CANCER
they look like you and me
that is to say they have feet and hands
but you can tell by one look in their eyes
they'll never live like common people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;old hack loves you&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>oldhacks@gmail.com (old hack)</author></item><item><title>ohhi about black people</title><link>http://oldhacks.blogspot.com/2012/04/ohhi-about-black-people.html</link><category>ohhi</category><pubDate>Sat, 14 Apr 2012 08:40:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011367945547339673.post-2756921699331153359</guid><description>Thank God for Slavery&lt;br /&gt;how boring would this country be&lt;br /&gt;if it hadn't been for Slavery&lt;br /&gt;Duke Ellington&lt;br /&gt;Ella Fitzgerald&lt;br /&gt;Thelonious Monk&lt;br /&gt;Tupac Shakur&lt;br /&gt;All brought here against their ancestors will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Irish had to Beg their way in&lt;br /&gt;but not black people&lt;br /&gt;The dark skinned world had a destiny&lt;br /&gt;set in the rivers of time&lt;br /&gt;They would be brought here&lt;br /&gt;in chains&lt;br /&gt;by the millions&lt;br /&gt;because it was the only way&lt;br /&gt;to make this nation great&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I say Thank God for slavery&lt;br /&gt;if that's what had to be done&lt;br /&gt;if that was the only way&lt;br /&gt;for us to have a Malcolm X&lt;br /&gt;a John Brown&lt;br /&gt;a Richard Pryor&lt;br /&gt;if slavery was the only way&lt;br /&gt;to have rock and roll&lt;br /&gt;to have long winded speeches&lt;br /&gt;written by politicians&lt;br /&gt;who were the last to get in line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I say Thank God for slavery&lt;br /&gt;what separates us from Europe?&lt;br /&gt;the White people&lt;br /&gt;how did we become "white"?&lt;br /&gt;when Germans stayed "German"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how dull&lt;br /&gt;how peaceful&lt;br /&gt;how much more sterile could we be&lt;br /&gt;without the Boil&lt;br /&gt;the Sickness&lt;br /&gt;the Strife&lt;br /&gt;conviction&lt;br /&gt;Revolution!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of this would have been Possible&lt;br /&gt;nothing would have ever happened&lt;br /&gt;no songs&lt;br /&gt;no turbulence&lt;br /&gt;no epic battles having been won&lt;br /&gt;no unyielding current of ideas&lt;br /&gt;about Liberty&lt;br /&gt;and Justice&lt;br /&gt;about what's best for All&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No amount of ancient heritage &lt;br /&gt;could match our growing pains&lt;br /&gt;the get rich or die trying mantra&lt;br /&gt;the "only way we know how"&lt;br /&gt;that got us through "the war"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the retards in the woods&lt;br /&gt;to the aristocrats standing out on their balconies&lt;br /&gt;slavery has touched us all&lt;br /&gt;and made us better for it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;old hack loves you&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>oldhacks@gmail.com (old hack)</author></item><item><title>ohhi the city that always sleeps</title><link>http://oldhacks.blogspot.com/2012/04/ohhi-seattle-sucks.html</link><category>ohhi</category><pubDate>Thu, 5 Apr 2012 07:27:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011367945547339673.post-3881342500511016233</guid><description>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/CZuLATrRYdM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for some it's home. it's the place they grew up.&lt;br /&gt;it's where all their best memories are stored&lt;br /&gt;hopes and dreams around every corner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for me, it's the land of failed friendships and dead girl friends.&lt;br /&gt;shitty landlords and even shittier doctors.&lt;br /&gt;dirty looks and cold shoulders&lt;br /&gt;a place where there's more heroin then there are joints being smoked,&lt;br /&gt;yet there's so many laws that you're afraid to cross the street&lt;br /&gt;a town where street cleaners tell you to piss in the alley&lt;br /&gt;first come first serve&lt;br /&gt;all the toys held up high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the land where nothing happened&lt;br /&gt;where I waited for long enough&lt;br /&gt;a town where the best thing that Did happen&lt;br /&gt;was just another failure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"customers only"&lt;br /&gt;try to get on the A-list if you can&lt;br /&gt;a pile of bodies&lt;br /&gt;where everyone is trying to get on top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After three months of living here&lt;br /&gt;Kurt Cobain became the most obvious thing in the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a land of homophobic wife beaters&lt;br /&gt;a place where everyone hates themselves&lt;br /&gt;a place where even your own mother can't be trusted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see it in the old ones&lt;br /&gt;I can see how they remember this place&lt;br /&gt;like there used to be magic&lt;br /&gt;but now&lt;br /&gt;now its apple computers and money rock&lt;br /&gt;lesbians and frustrated dudes&lt;br /&gt;the place where they throw the fish&lt;br /&gt;cops with no one to bully because everyone follows the rules.&lt;br /&gt;the city that always sleeps by ten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like it never happened&lt;br /&gt;it helped spur commerce&lt;br /&gt;so at least some people got rich&lt;br /&gt;if he hadn't killed himself&lt;br /&gt;god knows how lame this town would be&lt;br /&gt;at least they have a Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;old hack loves you&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/CZuLATrRYdM/default.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>oldhacks@gmail.com (old hack)</author></item><item><title>meat trading cards</title><link>http://oldhacks.blogspot.com/2012/02/meat-trading-cards.html</link><pubDate>Sat, 11 Feb 2012 13:05:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011367945547339673.post-8989653024029174313</guid><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFth2tHTHFLBNIfBhXCrUepLx5pNPza-Q_aauN0ZFMmcAhhaOVGcNrpja6HfaCXmqjWTs6f7OadxK39zto6RW97kIwMEFgTu-xAyOGUYvzyAdwNXMNRWAzW1AoGCp0s6UsQZR7WKMdaZ0d/s1600/the+meat+trading+cards+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 161px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFth2tHTHFLBNIfBhXCrUepLx5pNPza-Q_aauN0ZFMmcAhhaOVGcNrpja6HfaCXmqjWTs6f7OadxK39zto6RW97kIwMEFgTu-xAyOGUYvzyAdwNXMNRWAzW1AoGCp0s6UsQZR7WKMdaZ0d/s320/the+meat+trading+cards+4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707987318963478914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;old hack loves you&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFth2tHTHFLBNIfBhXCrUepLx5pNPza-Q_aauN0ZFMmcAhhaOVGcNrpja6HfaCXmqjWTs6f7OadxK39zto6RW97kIwMEFgTu-xAyOGUYvzyAdwNXMNRWAzW1AoGCp0s6UsQZR7WKMdaZ0d/s72-c/the+meat+trading+cards+4.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>oldhacks@gmail.com (old hack)</author></item><item><title>ohhi twine</title><link>http://oldhacks.blogspot.com/2011/08/ohhi-twine.html</link><category>ohhi</category><pubDate>Sat, 6 Aug 2011 10:25:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011367945547339673.post-4774797746559897529</guid><description>these dead neurons&lt;br /&gt;this hopeless tissue&lt;br /&gt;this never ending darkness&lt;br /&gt;roaming blindly&lt;br /&gt;from street corner to street corner&lt;br /&gt;never noticing anything&lt;br /&gt;everything invisible&lt;br /&gt;then within an instant&lt;br /&gt;like a trickle of sunlight&lt;br /&gt;a decorated presence&lt;br /&gt;skipping to my door step&lt;br /&gt;a gift&lt;br /&gt;something absolutely true&lt;br /&gt;a confirmation&lt;br /&gt;reason&lt;br /&gt;to know all&lt;br /&gt;but to care for nothing&lt;br /&gt;the curse of intelligence&lt;br /&gt;to always be looking down&lt;br /&gt;with a certain magic&lt;br /&gt;some Luck&lt;br /&gt;hope for the hopeless&lt;br /&gt;some change in a jar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;old hack loves you&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>oldhacks@gmail.com (old hack)</author></item><item><title>ohhi tiny pieces</title><link>http://oldhacks.blogspot.com/2011/08/ohhi-tiny-pieces.html</link><category>ohhi</category><pubDate>Sat, 6 Aug 2011 10:17:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011367945547339673.post-8745337701204003729</guid><description>so many ways&lt;br /&gt;so many ways&lt;br /&gt;so many excuses&lt;br /&gt;like an uncapturable light&lt;br /&gt;a moment of rescue&lt;br /&gt;a tiny sense of relief&lt;br /&gt;all hell surrounding us&lt;br /&gt;with peace in our foxhole&lt;br /&gt;run away with me&lt;br /&gt;run away with me forever&lt;br /&gt;into shallow unmarked graves&lt;br /&gt;into mystery&lt;br /&gt;into nowhere&lt;br /&gt;into nothing&lt;br /&gt;I failed you&lt;br /&gt;in so many ways&lt;br /&gt;so many ways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;old hack loves you&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>oldhacks@gmail.com (old hack)</author></item><item><title>ohhi last wishes</title><link>http://oldhacks.blogspot.com/2011/08/ohhi-last-wishes.html</link><category>ohhi</category><pubDate>Thu, 4 Aug 2011 20:04:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011367945547339673.post-1775462294499758103</guid><description>poerty is for the weak.&lt;br /&gt;the broken hearted&lt;br /&gt;the low spirit.&lt;br /&gt;the beaten down&lt;br /&gt;the losers&lt;br /&gt;the ones that never get anywhere&lt;br /&gt;but still fight&lt;br /&gt;they want to hear the words.&lt;br /&gt;from someone elses lips&lt;br /&gt;that Life SUCKS&lt;br /&gt;but that it's Worth it&lt;br /&gt;it's worth it to fight&lt;br /&gt;to claw&lt;br /&gt;to chew and destroy&lt;br /&gt;it's all worth it&lt;br /&gt;cause what else is there&lt;br /&gt;but to die&lt;br /&gt;wishing you there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;old hack loves you&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>oldhacks@gmail.com (old hack)</author></item><item><title>ohhi go kill yourself</title><link>http://oldhacks.blogspot.com/2011/07/ohhi-go-kill-yourself.html</link><category>ohhi</category><pubDate>Wed, 27 Jul 2011 00:08:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011367945547339673.post-5580486193310836232</guid><description>THEY SAID IT CAN'T BE DONE!&lt;br /&gt;IT'S ALL BEEN DONE BEFORE!&lt;br /&gt;BUT THEN COMES THE SPERM&lt;br /&gt;SURROUNDING THOSE HELPLESS EGGS&lt;br /&gt;AND LIKE CANCER CELLS THEY GROW&lt;br /&gt;AND NOW THEY'RE HERE&lt;br /&gt;READY FOR THE KILL&lt;br /&gt;TAKING THE WORLD BY STORM&lt;br /&gt;LANGOLIERS!&lt;br /&gt;LANGOLIERS!&lt;br /&gt;EVERY LAST ONE OF THEM&lt;br /&gt;CHEWING UP EVERY BIT OF BULLSHIT&lt;br /&gt;STOMPING ON THEIR GRAVES&lt;br /&gt;SLICE A THROAT FOR ME WILL YA&lt;br /&gt;THEY DESERVE KILLIN&lt;br /&gt;YOU CAN'T EAT EM&lt;br /&gt;BUT WHAT THE HELL&lt;br /&gt;THEY'RE GETTING IN THE WAY OF THINGS&lt;br /&gt;RAPE THE UNRAPEABLE&lt;br /&gt;MUTILATE AND SHRED&lt;br /&gt;CHEW UP AND GARBLE&lt;br /&gt;SPIT OUT WHATS LEFT&lt;br /&gt;AND CALL IT A DAY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;old hack loves you&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>oldhacks@gmail.com (old hack)</author></item><item><title>ohhi a deadly sound</title><link>http://oldhacks.blogspot.com/2011/07/ohhi-deadly-sound.html</link><category>ohhi</category><pubDate>Sun, 24 Jul 2011 10:37:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011367945547339673.post-3796670856021300167</guid><description>I die and I die and I die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every day we die&lt;br /&gt;the moon as our tombstone&lt;br /&gt;the ocean bleeds&lt;br /&gt;and the sky breathes&lt;br /&gt;the animals walk in it&lt;br /&gt;the world dominates&lt;br /&gt;penetrates&lt;br /&gt;expands&lt;br /&gt;and degenerates&lt;br /&gt;just a glimpse&lt;br /&gt;a glimpse of the other side&lt;br /&gt;pure sugar&lt;br /&gt;the butterfly stretching its wings&lt;br /&gt;birds and monkeys&lt;br /&gt;helpless&lt;br /&gt;dominated&lt;br /&gt;surrounded by death&lt;br /&gt;how terrifying this world must be&lt;br /&gt;how nightmarish.&lt;br /&gt;we push play&lt;br /&gt;their eyes widen in fear&lt;br /&gt;nothing can stop the sound&lt;br /&gt;nothing can prevent the flood&lt;br /&gt;the ocean bleeds&lt;br /&gt;the volcanoes flex&lt;br /&gt;comets and stars&lt;br /&gt;asteroids and sun beams&lt;br /&gt;We ARE we are&lt;br /&gt;the reality in language.&lt;br /&gt;the reality in sound&lt;br /&gt;feeling our way through&lt;br /&gt;scream&lt;br /&gt;scream&lt;br /&gt;loud enough to frighten a crowd&lt;br /&gt;it's too late now&lt;br /&gt;this gluttonous cancer&lt;br /&gt;we live to die&lt;br /&gt;we live to kill&lt;br /&gt;we feed on our victims&lt;br /&gt;and we flush ourselves into the sea&lt;br /&gt;the ocean bleeds shit&lt;br /&gt;it tastes us&lt;br /&gt;walking on it's back&lt;br /&gt;it prays for an asteroid&lt;br /&gt;the only thing that can stop it&lt;br /&gt;is total death&lt;br /&gt;total fucking death&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;old hack loves you&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>oldhacks@gmail.com (old hack)</author></item><item><title>HERE I AM</title><link>http://oldhacks.blogspot.com/2011/06/here-i-am.html</link><pubDate>Tue, 28 Jun 2011 20:59:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011367945547339673.post-3182273153601909713</guid><description>-&gt; new station &lt;a href="http://oldhack.tumblr.com"&gt;http://oldhack.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=" http://youtube.com/oldhacks"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://youtube.com/oldhacks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=" http://twitter.com/old_hack"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://twitter.com/old_hack&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://facebook.com/oldhacks"&gt;http://facebook.com/oldhacks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;follow me I'll follow you back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;old hack loves you&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>oldhacks@gmail.com (old hack)</author></item><item><title>ohhi dear Courtney Love #99</title><link>http://oldhacks.blogspot.com/2011/06/ohhi-dear-courtney-love-99.html</link><category>ohhi</category><pubDate>Mon, 20 Jun 2011 01:12:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011367945547339673.post-325057345998278782</guid><description>yea, so what's the point anymore&lt;br /&gt;I could write a thousand poems&lt;br /&gt;Courtney you just are poetry&lt;br /&gt;so I steal from your muse&lt;br /&gt;I nip and bite&lt;br /&gt;I hymn I hum&lt;br /&gt;I bite my tongue&lt;br /&gt;all the treachery&lt;br /&gt;all the unwillingness&lt;br /&gt;all the hatred&lt;br /&gt;all for nothing&lt;br /&gt;all so you can be a poem&lt;br /&gt;not enough time&lt;br /&gt;we all die young&lt;br /&gt;when we're all young at heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;old hack loves you&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>oldhacks@gmail.com (old hack)</author></item><item><title>ohhi dear Courtney Love 98</title><link>http://oldhacks.blogspot.com/2011/06/ohhi-dear-courtney-love-98.html</link><category>ohhi</category><pubDate>Sun, 12 Jun 2011 08:47:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011367945547339673.post-6347318269926488843</guid><description>oh fuck, I'm in love&lt;br /&gt;you look and you look and you look&lt;br /&gt;and people look back&lt;br /&gt;and nothing's ever right&lt;br /&gt;and it's lonely&lt;br /&gt;and boring&lt;br /&gt;and then like a wrecking ball&lt;br /&gt;you find a perfect fit&lt;br /&gt;and suddenly everything makes sense&lt;br /&gt;a snowflake in a volcano&lt;br /&gt;salvation&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't even matter if it works out&lt;br /&gt;because it happens&lt;br /&gt;and you witness it like a UFO&lt;br /&gt;unexplainable&lt;br /&gt;uncapturable&lt;br /&gt;suddenly everything is in tune&lt;br /&gt;like a drug that never quits&lt;br /&gt;we blame ourselves forever&lt;br /&gt;we dress ourselves in our well defined shame&lt;br /&gt;our over examined egos&lt;br /&gt;our trampled souls&lt;br /&gt;then the sun trickles in&lt;br /&gt;and the warmth from a million miles away&lt;br /&gt;caresses us in our evil&lt;br /&gt;washes away the darkness&lt;br /&gt;encompasses our spirit&lt;br /&gt;making plants stretch&lt;br /&gt;and roosters crow&lt;br /&gt;dogs ears perk&lt;br /&gt;and trees whisper&lt;br /&gt;spinning illustriously&lt;br /&gt;as if perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a waste&lt;br /&gt;to have found it now&lt;br /&gt;after having been searching forever&lt;br /&gt;and to be down to shreds&lt;br /&gt;what a waste&lt;br /&gt;to see a future&lt;br /&gt;to have it dangled in my face&lt;br /&gt;as if it were there the entire time&lt;br /&gt;waiting for the perfect moment&lt;br /&gt;to taunt my fading extacy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but better to have seen it&lt;br /&gt;the glory of the light&lt;br /&gt;then to live on without knowing&lt;br /&gt;to live in nothing but darkness&lt;br /&gt;to never hear the sounds&lt;br /&gt;of ancient wisdom&lt;br /&gt;what has carried us this far&lt;br /&gt;here all along.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;old hack loves you&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>oldhacks@gmail.com (old hack)</author></item><item><title>ohhi dear Courtney Love 97</title><link>http://oldhacks.blogspot.com/2011/05/seattle.html</link><category>ohhi</category><pubDate>Tue, 31 May 2011 14:56:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011367945547339673.post-3727997671580810110</guid><description>"hey Kurt. Hi Kurt."&lt;br /&gt;some little girl heckled from behind.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a relic&lt;br /&gt;I crossed paths with Jack ennino &lt;br /&gt;at a cross walk&lt;br /&gt;he gave me a look&lt;br /&gt;a sort of proud look&lt;br /&gt;seeing a survivor, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was balding like a vulture&lt;br /&gt;but he still had that smug shit eating grin on his face&lt;br /&gt;I looked at him like I knew him&lt;br /&gt;I felt embarrassed for looking the way I did&lt;br /&gt;flannel t-shirt&lt;br /&gt;bleached out hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying to be myself&lt;br /&gt;while facing extradition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the kids that were born while we were out fucking&lt;br /&gt;they're ten times as strong&lt;br /&gt;and they're ready for war&lt;br /&gt;our only job now is to show them how&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;old hack loves you&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>oldhacks@gmail.com (old hack)</author></item><item><title>ohhi dear Courtney Love 96</title><link>http://oldhacks.blogspot.com/2011/05/ohhi-dear-courtney-love-96.html</link><category>ohhi</category><pubDate>Fri, 13 May 2011 10:27:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011367945547339673.post-6990596210496849115</guid><description>so vain this world&lt;br /&gt;that I stay in my room and write&lt;br /&gt;with just enough hope&lt;br /&gt;to get hurt again&lt;br /&gt;that someone would love me&lt;br /&gt;someone uglier than me&lt;br /&gt;the ugliness of the world&lt;br /&gt;printed on our faces&lt;br /&gt;it's reflection&lt;br /&gt;in our drooping eyes&lt;br /&gt;sour lips&lt;br /&gt;and biting tongues&lt;br /&gt;the bitterness shining through&lt;br /&gt;with hope tucked away&lt;br /&gt;hidden deeply in the iris&lt;br /&gt;not letting anyone through&lt;br /&gt;not letting anyone know&lt;br /&gt;of what's left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that the parade has vanished&lt;br /&gt;now that the sounds and the joy has evaporated&lt;br /&gt;into ancient history&lt;br /&gt;we were all one&lt;br /&gt;now we're nowhere to be found&lt;br /&gt;shattered into a million tiny pieces&lt;br /&gt;indistinguishable&lt;br /&gt;unfamiliar&lt;br /&gt;unremarkable&lt;br /&gt;unfathomable&lt;br /&gt;to think that we were kings&lt;br /&gt;in this dirty jacket&lt;br /&gt;in these worn out clothes&lt;br /&gt;stood a piece of the puzzle&lt;br /&gt;the mob in full force&lt;br /&gt;forcing the direction of the tide&lt;br /&gt;taking hold of all that was sacred&lt;br /&gt;standing on mountain tops&lt;br /&gt;claiming all the worlds treasures&lt;br /&gt;and then,&lt;br /&gt;from concrete to sand&lt;br /&gt;from tall structures to foot prints&lt;br /&gt;hieroglyphics&lt;br /&gt;mispronounced and misinterpreted&lt;br /&gt;nothing of what it was&lt;br /&gt;everything must begin anew&lt;br /&gt;to everything an ending&lt;br /&gt;to everything remorse&lt;br /&gt;to everything, shattered mirrors and burnt out candles&lt;br /&gt;to everything no more&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;old hack loves you&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>oldhacks@gmail.com (old hack)</author></item><item><title>ohhi Courtney Love 95</title><link>http://oldhacks.blogspot.com/2011/04/ohhi-courtney-love-95.html</link><category>ohhi</category><pubDate>Mon, 18 Apr 2011 19:47:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011367945547339673.post-6564279480135272034</guid><description>what can we do Courtney?&lt;br /&gt;What can we do?&lt;br /&gt;no matter what&lt;br /&gt;"something good will come from this"&lt;br /&gt;Yea? What? and When?&lt;br /&gt;I've been standing here&lt;br /&gt;for what seems like ages&lt;br /&gt;waiting for the leaf to turn&lt;br /&gt;to see the colors change&lt;br /&gt;eat my cancer&lt;br /&gt;We turned black&lt;br /&gt;we're the ones draped in darkness&lt;br /&gt;he escaped&lt;br /&gt;his nonexistent memory only saw flowers in bloom&lt;br /&gt;only saw the best in us all&lt;br /&gt;was it betrayal&lt;br /&gt;or was it destiny&lt;br /&gt;was it anything at all?&lt;br /&gt;has it dwindled?&lt;br /&gt;so far, all the way down&lt;br /&gt;into some miserable poet&lt;br /&gt;from no where&lt;br /&gt;with nothing to say&lt;br /&gt;nothing that hasn't been heard before&lt;br /&gt;he knew with every glance&lt;br /&gt;with every breath&lt;br /&gt;time was short&lt;br /&gt;terminally mentally ill&lt;br /&gt;a ticking time bomb&lt;br /&gt;he was always in control&lt;br /&gt;no one can take that from him&lt;br /&gt;we can scream and spit on his grave&lt;br /&gt;he's impervious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like it were yesterday&lt;br /&gt;like it were yesterday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;old hack loves you&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>oldhacks@gmail.com (old hack)</author></item><item><title>ohhi dear courtney love 94</title><link>http://oldhacks.blogspot.com/2011/04/ohhi-dear-courtney-love-94.html</link><category>ohhi</category><pubDate>Fri, 8 Apr 2011 09:10:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011367945547339673.post-911192314894403387</guid><description>it's all over now.&lt;br /&gt;time to go home.&lt;br /&gt;the lights are on.&lt;br /&gt;he gave us his all and then said good night.&lt;br /&gt;it just isn't any fun anymore.&lt;br /&gt;any of it.&lt;br /&gt;to take things so seriously.&lt;br /&gt;we laugh now, just to ease the pain.&lt;br /&gt;we lost the war.&lt;br /&gt;it was just another trend.&lt;br /&gt;it started dying from the word go.&lt;br /&gt;and now the vultures are having an eating contest.&lt;br /&gt;they chew on our remains.&lt;br /&gt;the ones left standing.&lt;br /&gt;to watch it all disappear.&lt;br /&gt;oh how we hold on.&lt;br /&gt;how we never forget.&lt;br /&gt;vanquished by time.&lt;br /&gt;the irrelevance in the eyes of eternity.&lt;br /&gt;and nothing has happened since.&lt;br /&gt;nothing that was worth noticing.&lt;br /&gt;the billionaires and their toys.&lt;br /&gt;dangling shiny objects in front of the docile crowd.&lt;br /&gt;hypnotized by ignorance.&lt;br /&gt;let them bleed&lt;br /&gt;let them starve&lt;br /&gt;no one taught us how to fight.&lt;br /&gt;and we melted the entire system.&lt;br /&gt;but now they all want it for free.&lt;br /&gt;so the game is finished.&lt;br /&gt;the only ones that make it to the top&lt;br /&gt;are the ones who are placed there.&lt;br /&gt;a million nine elevens&lt;br /&gt;a million suicide cults&lt;br /&gt;spitting in jesus' face.&lt;br /&gt;while jumping head first into failure&lt;br /&gt;never allowed to love&lt;br /&gt;never allowed to be in the moment&lt;br /&gt;fixated on the idea&lt;br /&gt;that nothing lasts forever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;old hack loves you&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>oldhacks@gmail.com (old hack)</author></item><item><title>ohhi dear courtney love 93</title><link>http://oldhacks.blogspot.com/2011/01/ohhi-dear-courtney-love-93.html</link><category>ohhi</category><pubDate>Wed, 26 Jan 2011 12:25:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011367945547339673.post-2555821737169497933</guid><description>she was somebody desperately seeking someone to love&lt;br /&gt;and he was someone desperately needing to be loved&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;old hack loves you&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>oldhacks@gmail.com (old hack)</author></item><item><title>ohhi dear courtney love 92</title><link>http://oldhacks.blogspot.com/2011/01/ohhi-dear-courtney-love-92.html</link><category>ohhi</category><pubDate>Mon, 24 Jan 2011 08:27:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011367945547339673.post-5737594516756003137</guid><description>he walks the streets&lt;br /&gt;looking for something to eat&lt;br /&gt;just like the pigeon&lt;br /&gt;only it's worse for him&lt;br /&gt;because he Knows he's not a pigeon.&lt;br /&gt;He's a man.&lt;br /&gt;with the same thoughts&lt;br /&gt;the same adversity&lt;br /&gt;the same pupils and brain stem&lt;br /&gt;as the president of the United States&lt;br /&gt;we all clinch our fists&lt;br /&gt;we all want more&lt;br /&gt;the bum wants just enough&lt;br /&gt;he's willing to share&lt;br /&gt;maybe that's how he ended up on the streets&lt;br /&gt;he gave it all away&lt;br /&gt;there's always plenty of takers&lt;br /&gt;the moment you have something to give&lt;br /&gt;and so we live for the take&lt;br /&gt;we live for the snatch and grab&lt;br /&gt;the tug and pull&lt;br /&gt;winner take all&lt;br /&gt;he who dies with the most toys wins&lt;br /&gt;but he still dies&lt;br /&gt;just like that poor bum on the street&lt;br /&gt;his arteries will clog&lt;br /&gt;and he'll collapse&lt;br /&gt;they'll do an autopsy&lt;br /&gt;try to place a name on his toe tag&lt;br /&gt;if not just make one up&lt;br /&gt;born to rot&lt;br /&gt;born to steal and beg&lt;br /&gt;until the last drop&lt;br /&gt;this concentrated Earth&lt;br /&gt;these plundered valleys&lt;br /&gt;these wretched animals&lt;br /&gt;chewing and clawing&lt;br /&gt;into the everlasting&lt;br /&gt;into the apocalypse&lt;br /&gt;dogs chasing invisible flies&lt;br /&gt;but we know we're not dogs&lt;br /&gt;so we chew and claw with remorse&lt;br /&gt;we sin in our every action&lt;br /&gt;we question and doubt existence itself&lt;br /&gt;the universe only goes as far as you can see&lt;br /&gt;beyond that is just a chasm of meaninglessness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how good is the wine&lt;br /&gt;the cigarettes all taste the same&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;old hack loves you&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>oldhacks@gmail.com (old hack)</author></item><item><title>ohhi dear courtney love 91</title><link>http://oldhacks.blogspot.com/2011/01/ohhi-dear-courtney-love-91.html</link><category>ohhi</category><pubDate>Sun, 23 Jan 2011 12:41:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011367945547339673.post-4739395469218022859</guid><description>so they told you you could be somebody&lt;br /&gt;some pathetic fool (slacker)&lt;br /&gt;you could blow off your head&lt;br /&gt;and people think it's cool (kurt cobain)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is that all it's about?&lt;br /&gt;is that all it's about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you can waste away&lt;br /&gt;in someone elses grave(has been)&lt;br /&gt;or you can celebrate&lt;br /&gt;whatever takes it's place(the new trend)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is that all it's about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;snake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breaking through the silence&lt;br /&gt;a spearhead full of lies&lt;br /&gt;from a desert island&lt;br /&gt;into an empty sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;filthy remains&lt;br /&gt;this empty shell&lt;br /&gt;a sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;to lift the curse&lt;br /&gt;turn the tide&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;old hack loves you&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>oldhacks@gmail.com (old hack)</author></item><item><title>ohhi dear courtney love 90</title><link>http://oldhacks.blogspot.com/2011/01/ohhi-dear-courtney-love-90.html</link><category>ohhi</category><pubDate>Sun, 9 Jan 2011 18:12:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011367945547339673.post-6870140673284984716</guid><description>he lived a million miles an hour&lt;br /&gt;everywhere at once&lt;br /&gt;just put me in the wheel chair&lt;br /&gt;and get me to the show&lt;br /&gt;hurry hurry hurry&lt;br /&gt;before I have to go&lt;br /&gt;we all die&lt;br /&gt;it's a song we all can sing&lt;br /&gt;it's not a question of how&lt;br /&gt;but when&lt;br /&gt;and/or for why&lt;br /&gt;if you so choose&lt;br /&gt;Basquiat died in a hurry&lt;br /&gt;Hendrix came and went&lt;br /&gt;we walk on their graves&lt;br /&gt;we spit and we stumble&lt;br /&gt;we mummer curses into the wind&lt;br /&gt;we wait and we wait and we wait&lt;br /&gt;for things to get better&lt;br /&gt;for things to Be better&lt;br /&gt;what exchange?&lt;br /&gt;what questions&lt;br /&gt;that's why every word was perfect&lt;br /&gt;because it was soaked in Destiny&lt;br /&gt;it fumed out from its own glory&lt;br /&gt;it passed through like a wild fire&lt;br /&gt;it ate up the entire world&lt;br /&gt;if just for a moment&lt;br /&gt;it's just as great as the pyramids&lt;br /&gt;that video shrine&lt;br /&gt;it's as important as anything that ever came before&lt;br /&gt;history in the making&lt;br /&gt;the story billowing out&lt;br /&gt;how we all wish for such things&lt;br /&gt;how we all want and struggle for&lt;br /&gt;the shapes in the clouds&lt;br /&gt;an angel with no wings&lt;br /&gt;a rotting corpse&lt;br /&gt;in an unmarked grave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;old hack loves you&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>oldhacks@gmail.com (old hack)</author></item><item><title>ohhi dear courtney love 89</title><link>http://oldhacks.blogspot.com/2010/12/ohhi-dear-courtney-love-89.html</link><category>ohhi</category><pubDate>Tue, 28 Dec 2010 10:14:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011367945547339673.post-6045402918774229937</guid><description>these last moments&lt;br /&gt;these desperate attempts&lt;br /&gt;clinging to love&lt;br /&gt;shrouded in darkness&lt;br /&gt;to smile&lt;br /&gt;to breathe&lt;br /&gt;to spin in the air&lt;br /&gt;but then like all things&lt;br /&gt;to die&lt;br /&gt;the first crack in the painting&lt;br /&gt;the first chip in the sculpture&lt;br /&gt;let things be still&lt;br /&gt;as the earth shakes&lt;br /&gt;and hell rises&lt;br /&gt;swallowing us up&lt;br /&gt;into little bitty pieces&lt;br /&gt;and then shitting us out&lt;br /&gt;all in one fell swoop&lt;br /&gt;killing everything&lt;br /&gt;for everything must die&lt;br /&gt;we live and we die&lt;br /&gt;from the leaf to the atom&lt;br /&gt;when you split the atom&lt;br /&gt;you get a raging mushroom of death&lt;br /&gt;down to the last drop&lt;br /&gt;the very last sensation&lt;br /&gt;black and white&lt;br /&gt;blind witnesses&lt;br /&gt;every one of us&lt;br /&gt;every last stinking one of us&lt;br /&gt;watch him dance&lt;br /&gt;and laugh at us all&lt;br /&gt;as we whither away&lt;br /&gt;watch him mock us and blow kisses&lt;br /&gt;waving us in&lt;br /&gt;giving us bread&lt;br /&gt;waving our debts&lt;br /&gt;total annihilation&lt;br /&gt;that's what we were bred for&lt;br /&gt;raise the flower&lt;br /&gt;to see it's color&lt;br /&gt;survive the winter&lt;br /&gt;to shine anew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;old hack loves you&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>oldhacks@gmail.com (old hack)</author></item></channel></rss>