<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11811335</id><updated>2009-02-20T21:23:28.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>milk shakes</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>milk shakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07250684321545482789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>185</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11811335.post-3717627104395117417</id><published>2007-05-07T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T11:18:05.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ted dansion</title><content type='html'>you go on a date and keep on telling her &lt;br /&gt;"I'm a bad boy."&lt;br /&gt;she smiles a smile that says&lt;br /&gt;your a child in a war with a red toy boat&lt;br /&gt;and she as already done a piece on sign language&lt;br /&gt;on dead animals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you make love while you wear leather&lt;br /&gt;then she watches you fight some high school kids&lt;br /&gt;"I'm a bad boy." is the only thing you say to her&lt;br /&gt;and you say it often&lt;br /&gt;she tells jokes about snow globes at the gallery&lt;br /&gt;she works at&lt;br /&gt;can you even believe that Ted Danison wasn't shot yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11811335-3717627104395117417?l=milkshakes001.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/feeds/3717627104395117417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11811335&amp;postID=3717627104395117417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/3717627104395117417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/3717627104395117417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/2007/05/ted-dansion.html' title='ted dansion'/><author><name>milk shakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07250684321545482789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16624936495164572416'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11811335.post-2127734805247216212</id><published>2007-05-07T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T11:13:06.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blah</title><content type='html'>You defecate in your pants in a way that makes sense to only you&lt;br /&gt;you meet a person in a two dimensional plane&lt;br /&gt;the person says&lt;br /&gt;"if your not dying or having sex, then your lying." You laugh&lt;br /&gt;and develop a fast food commercial that humans like so much&lt;br /&gt;that they sing it in dogs ears&lt;br /&gt;your walking down the street and you see a person&lt;br /&gt;singing to there dog&lt;br /&gt;you take the dog and suspend it exactly between&lt;br /&gt;the distant of the earth and sun&lt;br /&gt;using the resurrected organs of everyman who as&lt;br /&gt;died in war and women who has died in giving birth&lt;br /&gt;it's cliché you know but you try to win&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11811335-2127734805247216212?l=milkshakes001.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/feeds/2127734805247216212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11811335&amp;postID=2127734805247216212' title='0 Comments'/><link 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orgy&lt;br /&gt;the he was still alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the beat poet&lt;br /&gt;took down his black shoes&lt;br /&gt;when he saw the mad man&lt;br /&gt;talk to the weather man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the painter, painted there last sunset&lt;br /&gt;when he watched a child &lt;br /&gt;laughing at an animal defecating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my grandfather once said&lt;br /&gt;"That you can answer everything&lt;br /&gt;with a clicha, so have sex."&lt;br /&gt;and that it a true story&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11811335-1229003014849370613?l=milkshakes001.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/feeds/1229003014849370613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11811335&amp;postID=1229003014849370613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/1229003014849370613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/1229003014849370613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/2007/04/blackwhite.html' title='black/white'/><author><name>milk shakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07250684321545482789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16624936495164572416'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11811335.post-5503073277062386528</id><published>2007-04-07T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T11:27:29.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shoes</title><content type='html'>you watch coffee drip&lt;br /&gt;while saying the word lesbian&lt;br /&gt;over and over again&lt;br /&gt;while wearing red&lt;br /&gt;you think about moving&lt;br /&gt;to Buffalo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the exact replica of what&lt;br /&gt;Reebok shoes could have been&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11811335-5503073277062386528?l=milkshakes001.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/feeds/5503073277062386528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11811335&amp;postID=5503073277062386528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/5503073277062386528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/5503073277062386528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/2007/04/shoes.html' title='shoes'/><author><name>milk shakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07250684321545482789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16624936495164572416'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11811335.post-1710674054023710702</id><published>2007-04-05T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T11:33:58.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rod Stewart.</title><content type='html'>You have things and you move them&lt;br /&gt;and it is your chose of where to move them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but these actions do not go beyond the idea&lt;br /&gt;of the thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you don't think you communicate anything knew about the thing&lt;br /&gt;just something different&lt;br /&gt;it's a sad day for you one of fear but deep down perhaps truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you dream of changing the thing&lt;br /&gt;but you don't think that you will&lt;br /&gt;and that will be part of your life&lt;br /&gt;and you will try your best to something, like&lt;br /&gt;still do it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11811335-1710674054023710702?l=milkshakes001.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/feeds/1710674054023710702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11811335&amp;postID=1710674054023710702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/1710674054023710702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/1710674054023710702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/2007/04/rod-stewart.html' title='Rod Stewart.'/><author><name>milk shakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07250684321545482789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16624936495164572416'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11811335.post-6754053503377806286</id><published>2007-04-05T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T11:17:18.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>comedy#68495433953945349534</title><content type='html'>You stand in your heat controlled house&lt;br /&gt;your shoes on fire&lt;br /&gt;and microwave a metal glass of water which as no nickname&lt;br /&gt;you come to the realization that humor&lt;br /&gt;is the only humor that exists&lt;br /&gt;you buy 5 cakes&lt;br /&gt;you burn pornography inhaling the smoke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Easy metaphor." Your mom says&lt;br /&gt;while stepping out of her labratory&lt;br /&gt;"I'll bring it to a science, two dimensional &lt;br /&gt;orgaism, perpetual laughter."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then tells you some bullshit&lt;br /&gt;about light and darkness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you step out of the house and exhale the smoke in a&lt;br /&gt;childs face and tell a joke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11811335-6754053503377806286?l=milkshakes001.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/feeds/6754053503377806286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11811335&amp;postID=6754053503377806286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/6754053503377806286'/><link 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11811335-5685523811439252794?l=milkshakes001.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/feeds/5685523811439252794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11811335&amp;postID=5685523811439252794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/5685523811439252794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/5685523811439252794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/2007/03/good-sandwich.html' title='a good sandwich'/><author><name>milk shakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07250684321545482789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16624936495164572416'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11811335.post-976207509772383978</id><published>2007-03-21T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T18:18:50.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>did you notice how i spelled that one word* acutally it doesn't look that wrong.</title><content type='html'>"Let's just dance!"&lt;br /&gt;You say in wonderment to Pete&lt;br /&gt;like all the country music video's were just theological&lt;br /&gt;codes condensed into a single synapse&lt;br /&gt;for the nerdy kid in the pg movies&lt;br /&gt;where he learns that he has super powers&lt;br /&gt;and he understands them in the same second&lt;br /&gt;and like the bully whose mouth falls wide open,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pete says "Yes, I will dance," to you&lt;br /&gt;and like the pretty girl who always phsicolgically*&lt;br /&gt;had a crush on the nerdy kid&lt;br /&gt;because of his unconditional kindness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pete smiles and you both know that its kind of a joke&lt;br /&gt;but you slow dance in a parking lot&lt;br /&gt;and you both think how not make a sequal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11811335-976207509772383978?l=milkshakes001.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/feeds/976207509772383978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11811335&amp;postID=976207509772383978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/976207509772383978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/976207509772383978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/2007/03/did-you-notice-how-i-spelled-that-one.html' title='did you notice how i spelled that one word* acutally it doesn&apos;t look that wrong.'/><author><name>milk shakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07250684321545482789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16624936495164572416'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11811335.post-4069270958101101182</id><published>2007-03-20T13:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T13:59:58.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“Don’t you believe!” you declare to your death row cell mates&lt;br /&gt;they don’t answer&lt;br /&gt;at first they responded to your truths by saying bad things to you&lt;br /&gt;then they hurt you&lt;br /&gt;you continued you were just being honest&lt;br /&gt;they raped you&lt;br /&gt;the things is you can time travel &lt;br /&gt;and before the night of each one of your cell mates execution &lt;br /&gt;you take them to the beginning of time&lt;br /&gt;“Fuck I’m sorry I raped you,” they all say sincerely&lt;br /&gt;after this event they naturally invite your to there execution&lt;br /&gt;which certainly surprises the guards your not very popular in the prison&lt;br /&gt;NOT DONE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11811335-4069270958101101182?l=milkshakes001.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/feeds/4069270958101101182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11811335&amp;postID=4069270958101101182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/4069270958101101182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/4069270958101101182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/2007/03/dont-you-believe-you-declare-to-your.html' title=''/><author><name>milk shakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07250684321545482789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16624936495164572416'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11811335.post-5531096676759567024</id><published>2007-03-20T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T13:49:52.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>civil war poetry</title><content type='html'>You fucking charge!&lt;br /&gt;and you think to yourself why I’m I swearing&lt;br /&gt;would god swear? Probably not&lt;br /&gt;you think as your running towards your death &lt;br /&gt;out of the corner of your eye you see man yelling, bleeding and crying&lt;br /&gt;is swearing the end or beginning of language&lt;br /&gt;do poor people create swear words or rich?&lt;br /&gt;you hold your surf board as best you can forward&lt;br /&gt;as you crash in to enemy lines in the last civil war battle&lt;br /&gt;yelling out every swear word that wasn’t invented into there faces&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11811335-5531096676759567024?l=milkshakes001.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/feeds/5531096676759567024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11811335&amp;postID=5531096676759567024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/5531096676759567024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/5531096676759567024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/2007/03/civil-war-poetry.html' title='civil war poetry'/><author><name>milk shakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07250684321545482789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16624936495164572416'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11811335.post-117297688483609878</id><published>2007-03-03T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T18:54:44.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dry hupping #7</title><content type='html'>Your done painting birds that cannot fly&lt;br /&gt;with your blood, your bad blood.&lt;br /&gt;You show pictures of yourself thinking about yourself&lt;br /&gt;to your guru&lt;br /&gt;"I'm I lying or being "really" fucking real?" You say&lt;br /&gt;"Love love, love." The Guru murmurs and flies away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You go to a middle school dance and sit in the middle of the floor&lt;br /&gt;trying to understand what ambiguity is&lt;br /&gt;if you can just understand things that you can understand&lt;br /&gt;the kids ae either all dry hupping or crying&lt;br /&gt;you call a random dentist!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11811335-117297688483609878?l=milkshakes001.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/feeds/117297688483609878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11811335&amp;postID=117297688483609878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/117297688483609878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/117297688483609878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/2007/03/dry-hupping-7.html' title='dry hupping #7'/><author><name>milk shakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07250684321545482789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16624936495164572416'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11811335.post-116736280169208696</id><published>2006-12-28T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T19:26:41.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AT THE LIBRARY</title><content type='html'>You’r a mover, you move!&lt;br /&gt;“I move my body, which is under my control!”&lt;br /&gt;the man without legs demends that you say this to him&lt;br /&gt;the man without legs believes that he must face the truth at all times.&lt;br /&gt;The man without legs could call you Pete&lt;br /&gt;but water colors haven’t changed the effects of elbow commercails in the 1970’s&lt;br /&gt;“I mean how many LL bean sweaters need to vote democrat for me to keep under 30 years old for ever?”&lt;br /&gt;The man without legs calls you Peter.&lt;br /&gt;You and the man without legs believe in an absoulte honest friendship&lt;br /&gt;But it just goes in circles&lt;br /&gt;You continue to anylize the first thing you ever said to each other&lt;br /&gt;“hello”&lt;br /&gt;It’s comforting you both figure that if you master just a small element of reality&lt;br /&gt;Then it will shine a light on the rest of eternity.&lt;br /&gt;“We need to go forwards” you say to him at times&lt;br /&gt;the man without legs yells at you&lt;br /&gt;“You know how many deaths there as been on this planet! Science can only takes us so far. We need the strength to not clone a person…(the man without legs pauses he always’s does at this point) but to understand them.” &lt;br /&gt;You draw circles together &lt;br /&gt;and go to elemantary schools where you tell them that they are sqaures&lt;br /&gt;For five hours a day the man without legs asks you&lt;br /&gt;“Why did you say hello?”&lt;br /&gt;For five hours you think and say reasons until you both cry holding each other&lt;br /&gt;Demanding that god arrive now&lt;br /&gt;As your crying you think about how you won’t be coming back to this house ever again&lt;br /&gt;Your going to center of the earth to I DON'T HAVE ENOUGH TIME TO FINSH THIS I'M AT THE LIBARAY WILL COME BACK BUT NEED TO SAVE IT, SO FUCKING WEIRD, RIGHT, RIGHT?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11811335-116736280169208696?l=milkshakes001.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11811335.post-116517961923577434</id><published>2006-12-03T12:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T13:00:19.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pizza</title><content type='html'>You have gotten a mask and are prone to wear while you laugh under it while looking at people. “Just kidding you say, this is a mask, mask are used as metaphor to give and take, would you like to get some pizza.” They always do and you take them to the highest restaurant in town and order a slice of pizza. &lt;br /&gt;“Lets not do cocaine and just make love.” you suggest they agree.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11811335-116517961923577434?l=milkshakes001.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11811335.post-116493412373624773</id><published>2006-11-30T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T16:48:43.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>why do drugs?</title><content type='html'>I have something in my brain and it’s bigger then my brain!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11811335-116493412373624773?l=milkshakes001.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/feeds/116493412373624773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11811335&amp;postID=116493412373624773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/116493412373624773'/><link 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11811335-116493403489116955?l=milkshakes001.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/feeds/116493403489116955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11811335&amp;postID=116493403489116955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/116493403489116955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/116493403489116955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/2006/11/making-histroy.html' title='making histroy!'/><author><name>milk shakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07250684321545482789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16624936495164572416'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11811335.post-116493269875849166</id><published>2006-11-30T16:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T16:24:58.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>everything I write a slam poet can rap backwords</title><content type='html'>“Do angel’s fuck?”&lt;br /&gt;Your grandchild asks you&lt;br /&gt;Your old and your going to die &lt;br /&gt;But it’s going to be awesome&lt;br /&gt;You don’t know what that means yet but that’s what you keep telling people&lt;br /&gt;“It’s going to be awesome.”&lt;br /&gt;You’re grandchild is 7 so you don’t know if this is sarcastic or a misplaced genuine question&lt;br /&gt;You have been on a row boat alone for three days now &lt;br /&gt;and this is the only word he has said to you&lt;br /&gt;you go back home and you photo copy all the scars on your body&lt;br /&gt;and give them to your grandchild&lt;br /&gt;he says “Capitalism, right Grampa?” &lt;br /&gt;“Only watch pornography if don’t like pop music,” you say&lt;br /&gt;As you allow him to choke you to death while you misspell words on his forehead&lt;br /&gt;What are the words? The angles asked&lt;br /&gt;“Second place” you say making eye contact with them&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11811335-116493269875849166?l=milkshakes001.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/feeds/116493269875849166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11811335&amp;postID=116493269875849166' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/116493269875849166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/116493269875849166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/2006/11/everything-i-write-slam-poet-can-rap.html' title='everything I write a slam poet can rap backwords'/><author><name>milk shakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07250684321545482789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16624936495164572416'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11811335.post-116493039632456596</id><published>2006-11-30T15:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T15:46:36.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>thank you</title><content type='html'>You buy a dog&lt;br /&gt;You once loved a person enough that you reasoned that &lt;br /&gt;that was what love was&lt;br /&gt;and now you don’t love that person in the same way &lt;br /&gt;you give the dog a name&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11811335-116493039632456596?l=milkshakes001.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/feeds/116493039632456596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11811335&amp;postID=116493039632456596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/116493039632456596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/116493039632456596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/2006/11/thank-you.html' title='thank you'/><author><name>milk shakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07250684321545482789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16624936495164572416'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11811335.post-116492992420435847</id><published>2006-11-30T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T15:38:44.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing is something</title><content type='html'>You get a flat top hair cut, because you can&lt;br /&gt;You afraid of time or want to be&lt;br /&gt;You want it to haunt you, so when you wink children will know there children&lt;br /&gt;But not in a Jimmy Stewart why but in a way that Jimmy Stewart knows his Jimmy Stewart and then is going to fight himself but settles for a tie with a far off firework &lt;br /&gt;You meet Jimmy Stewart ghost and he tells you that his the one who tells kids that Santa Claus doesn’t exist in there dreams.&lt;br /&gt;That’s to easy you say&lt;br /&gt;He tells you that there is more strangers then people you know&lt;br /&gt;You and Jimmy Stewart give you grandmother a haircut&lt;br /&gt;And watch the best movie ever in a second.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11811335-116492992420435847?l=milkshakes001.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/feeds/116492992420435847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11811335&amp;postID=116492992420435847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/116492992420435847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/116492992420435847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/2006/11/nothing-is-something.html' title='nothing is something'/><author><name>milk shakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07250684321545482789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16624936495164572416'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11811335.post-116492969553898661</id><published>2006-11-30T15:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T15:34:55.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A love poem</title><content type='html'>Why asked why?&lt;br /&gt;No said yes&lt;br /&gt;Yes said no&lt;br /&gt;There is only love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11811335-116492969553898661?l=milkshakes001.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>poem about family</title><content type='html'>You find the most boring person in the world&lt;br /&gt;You tell them all your hopes and dreams&lt;br /&gt;There is a knew kind of bath on the market&lt;br /&gt;its perfect for the united states champion of checkers&lt;br /&gt;you bring the most boring person in the world there&lt;br /&gt;and you watch the checkers champion slowly form a smile&lt;br /&gt;while in the bath&lt;br /&gt;on the giant TV that over looks the thousands of people who&lt;br /&gt;are watching this event    &lt;br /&gt;this is what it’s like to have a cousin who as never&lt;br /&gt;dry humped anybody, and&lt;br /&gt;won’t leave the town they born in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11811335-116311205333460906?l=milkshakes001.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Everything</title><content type='html'>You want to be real?&lt;br /&gt;Sex&lt;br /&gt;You want to be it?&lt;br /&gt;Death&lt;br /&gt;You want to be because?&lt;br /&gt;Silence&lt;br /&gt;You want to be you?&lt;br /&gt;Eternity&lt;br /&gt;You want…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11811335-116198438068744974?l=milkshakes001.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/feeds/116198438068744974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11811335&amp;postID=116198438068744974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/116198438068744974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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