<?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' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11811335</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:34:35.929-07:00</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?max-results=100'/><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=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>milk shakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07250684321545482789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>185</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11811335&amp;postID=2127734805247216212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/2127734805247216212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/2127734805247216212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/2007/05/blah.html' title='blah'/><author><name>milk shakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07250684321545482789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11811335.post-1229003014849370613</id><published>2007-04-07T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T11:33:05.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>black/white</title><content type='html'>Thw sun told the king of all kings&lt;br /&gt;when he was in an 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' alt='' /&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='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11811335&amp;postID=1229003014849370613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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 rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/6754053503377806286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/2007/04/comedy68495433953945349534.html' title='comedy#68495433953945349534'/><author><name>milk shakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07250684321545482789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11811335.post-5685523811439252794</id><published>2007-03-21T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T18:20:03.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a good sandwich</title><content type='html'>You do something and it's complex and simple &lt;br /&gt;and it can't be explained &lt;br /&gt;and everyone that ever existed likes it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11811335-5685523811439252794?l=milkshakes001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/feeds/116736280169208696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11811335&amp;postID=116736280169208696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/116736280169208696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/116736280169208696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/2006/12/at-library.html' title='AT THE LIBRARY'/><author><name>milk shakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07250684321545482789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/feeds/116517961923577434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11811335&amp;postID=116517961923577434' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/116517961923577434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/116517961923577434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/2006/12/pizza.html' title='Pizza'/><author><name>milk shakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07250684321545482789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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 rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/116493412373624773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/2006/11/why-do-drugs.html' title='why do drugs?'/><author><name>milk shakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07250684321545482789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11811335.post-116493403489116955</id><published>2006-11-30T16:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T16:47:14.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>making histroy!</title><content type='html'>I didn’t know something then I knew it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11811335-116493403489116955?l=milkshakes001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/feeds/116492969553898661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11811335&amp;postID=116492969553898661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/116492969553898661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/116492969553898661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/2006/11/love-poem.html' title='A love poem'/><author><name>milk shakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07250684321545482789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11811335.post-116355627263396028</id><published>2006-11-14T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:04:32.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ice cream</title><content type='html'>Ate enough ice cream to make me sick &lt;br /&gt;then I ate some more it was so good to eat that ice cream &lt;br /&gt;no &lt;br /&gt;it wasn’t it made me sick!&lt;br /&gt;When I was sick I didn’t feel good&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had not eaten that ice cream&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11811335-116355627263396028?l=milkshakes001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/feeds/116355627263396028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11811335&amp;postID=116355627263396028' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/116355627263396028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/116355627263396028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/2006/11/ice-cream.html' title='ice cream'/><author><name>milk shakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07250684321545482789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11811335.post-116311205333460906</id><published>2006-11-09T14:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T14:40:53.346-08:00</updated><title 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' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/feeds/116311205333460906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11811335&amp;postID=116311205333460906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11811335-116198472717960610?l=milkshakes001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/feeds/116198472717960610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11811335&amp;postID=116198472717960610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/116198472717960610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/116198472717960610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/2006/10/what-if.html' title='What if?'/><author><name>milk shakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07250684321545482789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11811335.post-116198459466760613</id><published>2006-10-27T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T14:30:41.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Water is the best</title><content type='html'>Water is the best!&lt;br /&gt;you need it to live&lt;br /&gt;without water there would be NOTHING&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11811335-116198459466760613?l=milkshakes001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/feeds/116198459466760613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11811335&amp;postID=116198459466760613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/116198459466760613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/116198459466760613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/2006/10/water-is-best.html' title='Water is the best'/><author><name>milk shakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07250684321545482789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11811335.post-116198456050426567</id><published>2006-10-27T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T14:29:20.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OK</title><content type='html'>The cat moves&lt;br /&gt;And you watch it move&lt;br /&gt;Then the cat moves again &lt;br /&gt;And you watch it&lt;br /&gt;Is this why Jerry Lewis is afraid of the dark?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11811335-116198456050426567?l=milkshakes001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/feeds/116198456050426567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11811335&amp;postID=116198456050426567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/116198456050426567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/116198456050426567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/2006/10/ok.html' title='OK'/><author><name>milk shakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07250684321545482789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11811335.post-116198438068744974</id><published>2006-10-27T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T14:26:20.696-07:00</updated><title 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' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11811335.post-116198368788616979</id><published>2006-10-27T14:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T14:14:47.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>diving</title><content type='html'>Sit down and look around.&lt;br /&gt;There is a table and there are chairs&lt;br /&gt;The chairs are padded well and &lt;br /&gt;look very comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;They have very good proportion to the table. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dive of a diving board&lt;br /&gt;And name all you girlfriends or boyfriends&lt;br /&gt;If you hit &lt;br /&gt;the water&lt;br /&gt;before&lt;br /&gt;Naming &lt;br /&gt;all of them.&lt;br /&gt;Make a pyramid &lt;br /&gt;with all the floational &lt;br /&gt;devices&lt;br /&gt;Go in them and know that you wouldn’t eat ice cream in there if you could.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11811335-116198368788616979?l=milkshakes001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/feeds/116198368788616979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11811335&amp;postID=116198368788616979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/116198368788616979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/116198368788616979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/2006/10/diving.html' title='diving'/><author><name>milk shakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07250684321545482789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11811335.post-116198365071996489</id><published>2006-10-27T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T14:14:10.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>chairs</title><content type='html'>Sit down and look around.&lt;br /&gt;There is a table and there are chairs&lt;br /&gt;The chairs are padded well and &lt;br /&gt;look very comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;They have very good proportion to the table.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11811335-116198365071996489?l=milkshakes001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/feeds/116198365071996489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11811335&amp;postID=116198365071996489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/116198365071996489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/116198365071996489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/2006/10/chairs.html' title='chairs'/><author><name>milk shakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07250684321545482789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11811335.post-116198359238586058</id><published>2006-10-27T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T14:13:12.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>poetry</title><content type='html'>Darkness talked to light once. &lt;br /&gt;It forged an umbrella and under this umbrella clich’a had orgies.&lt;br /&gt;Truth looked from the outside alone.&lt;br /&gt;Truth would get drunk and have sex with sarcasm. Clicha would get drunk and have sex with silence. &lt;br /&gt;And hate would record it and masturbate to it. &lt;br /&gt;And fear would artificially incimnate  &lt;br /&gt;clich'a. &lt;br /&gt;Who gave birth to red roses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11811335-116198359238586058?l=milkshakes001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/feeds/116198359238586058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11811335&amp;postID=116198359238586058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/116198359238586058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/116198359238586058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/2006/10/poetry.html' title='poetry'/><author><name>milk shakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07250684321545482789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11811335.post-116198350237107006</id><published>2006-10-27T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T14:11:42.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip</title><content type='html'>It’s a trip for the best and they were in a tent. They weighed over 750 pounds together but still looked good.&lt;br /&gt;“The wind is like the moon and the moon is like the wind. The lover said to the lover.” Ted said&lt;br /&gt;“Do you guy’s listen to AM radio?” Tommy said, it was the first words he said all trip  &lt;br /&gt;“Fuck the radio I have 237 channels.” J said.&lt;br /&gt;They woke up at 6. Ted sleep till two in the after noon. Tommy and J went fishing and got three fish.&lt;br /&gt;By the time Ted got up the fish were almost ready to eat.       &lt;br /&gt;They all drove back to town the next day, but stopped to buy supplies for the kidnapping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11811335-116198350237107006?l=milkshakes001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/feeds/116198350237107006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11811335&amp;postID=116198350237107006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/116198350237107006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/116198350237107006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/2006/10/trip.html' title='Trip'/><author><name>milk shakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07250684321545482789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11811335.post-116198345859192269</id><published>2006-10-27T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T14:10:58.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lindsey</title><content type='html'>I went to my friend Lindsay’s house her father was dying. Lindsey always asked me if I could bake her a cake. I thought this was kind of stupid. So I told her, &lt;br /&gt;“I don’t have any icing to put on it.” &lt;br /&gt;She went to the store and bought icing and I just break danced while she ate the icing with her fingers. Her mother came home and we helped her put up the American flag. &lt;br /&gt;There were ant’s near the flag pole and Lindsay’s mother asked me to name one. &lt;br /&gt;I said Charley, the father’s name. &lt;br /&gt;Lindsey’s mother bought four more cans of icing they ate them with a fork and smiled watching me break dance all day long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11811335-116198345859192269?l=milkshakes001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/feeds/116198345859192269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11811335&amp;postID=116198345859192269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/116198345859192269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/116198345859192269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/2006/10/lindsey.html' title='Lindsey'/><author><name>milk shakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07250684321545482789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11811335.post-116198341131952063</id><published>2006-10-27T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T14:10:11.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>France</title><content type='html'>A women tied her shoes near a cross walk, she did it slowly. &lt;br /&gt;I wish had this women’s name and that she had gone to France twice.&lt;br /&gt;One for love &lt;br /&gt;Two for putting weight’s on her and jumping over a fence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11811335-116198341131952063?l=milkshakes001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/feeds/116198341131952063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11811335&amp;postID=116198341131952063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/116198341131952063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/116198341131952063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/2006/10/france.html' title='France'/><author><name>milk shakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07250684321545482789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11811335.post-116198336930902897</id><published>2006-10-27T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T14:09:29.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tyrone</title><content type='html'>Don’t sleep for 6 days. &lt;br /&gt;Call up everyone you ever knew in high school.&lt;br /&gt;On the seventh day sign up to be a mascot for a college you don’t attend, don’t get chosen but root for them either way when you can use the field. &lt;br /&gt;Pretend you’re an apostle while rooting and let it all out. &lt;br /&gt;Have your Mom pick you up in front of the stadium right before practice so that the entire team can see you.&lt;br /&gt;Sing a song to your Mom as she drives you home that makes her cry so that she pulls over on the side of the road. &lt;br /&gt;While she’s crying go get scolding hot coffee and pour it over your foot. Do this the entire season till you foot is deformed.&lt;br /&gt;Kick field goals with the deformed foot. Don’t know what it means to do it, but know it does mean something and when you black out know your in some way closer to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11811335-116198336930902897?l=milkshakes001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/feeds/116198336930902897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11811335&amp;postID=116198336930902897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/116198336930902897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/116198336930902897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/2006/10/tyrone.html' title='tyrone'/><author><name>milk shakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07250684321545482789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11811335.post-115774478486733251</id><published>2006-09-08T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T12:46:24.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>superhero's love!</title><content type='html'>you have seen it all there is no question about that&lt;br /&gt;your back cries and you know that it's wonderful and you know it's not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have done it all&lt;br /&gt;really, you have&lt;br /&gt;you have the scars and the memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you rise up to the sky and make love to air&lt;br /&gt;you invent a knew kind of pizza&lt;br /&gt;your not amazed by anything these days&lt;br /&gt;"Love?" the president says,&lt;br /&gt;"What about love?"&lt;br /&gt;"it's just an exstention of things." You say alittle worried&lt;br /&gt;"I don't believe you, no one does."&lt;br /&gt;"i'm surrounded by it." you cough&lt;br /&gt;"No it's differnt once your actually in love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there right you have never been in love&lt;br /&gt;your not good at that kind of thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you go to a bar with flowers and a list of accomplishments&lt;br /&gt;being both, lawyer, judge and jury that kind of stuff&lt;br /&gt;you place it on the bar&lt;br /&gt;nothing happens&lt;br /&gt;you develop a knew kind of science in your mind&lt;br /&gt;nothing happens&lt;br /&gt;someone says hello to you&lt;br /&gt;you ask them for help&lt;br /&gt;and they sit next to you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11811335-115774478486733251?l=milkshakes001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/feeds/115774478486733251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11811335&amp;postID=115774478486733251' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/115774478486733251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/115774478486733251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/2006/09/superheros-love.html' title='superhero&apos;s love!'/><author><name>milk shakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07250684321545482789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11811335.post-115774423416443507</id><published>2006-09-08T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T12:37:14.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shoting yourself in your head for joy</title><content type='html'>you haven't felt alive in a long time and you want to change that&lt;br /&gt;so you go on a life boat with a bunch of people who want to change also&lt;br /&gt;awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people like kindness, you know that&lt;br /&gt;there are alot of actions and alot of people, you know that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm a good person." You stand up and say it like a dog that realizes there a dog&lt;br /&gt;"yes." Everyone in the life boat says with a smile&lt;br /&gt;"everyone wants to be liked." You holler&lt;br /&gt;"Yes." Everyone yells with glee&lt;br /&gt;you pause and think, now how do you put this together&lt;br /&gt;"so lets be nice to people!"&lt;br /&gt;everyone cheers&lt;br /&gt;you all have figured it all out&lt;br /&gt;everyone on the life boat cries it's over you can be happy now&lt;br /&gt;but you start thinking&lt;br /&gt;that one way is different then another way &lt;br /&gt;and what is the right way?&lt;br /&gt;"were still lost." you yell while passing out smiling&lt;br /&gt;the last image you see is the gun being passed around&lt;br /&gt;Russian Roullet, got to feel alive&lt;br /&gt;got to achive things step by step.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11811335-115774423416443507?l=milkshakes001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/feeds/115774423416443507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11811335&amp;postID=115774423416443507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/115774423416443507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/115774423416443507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/2006/09/shoting-yourself-in-your-head-for-joy.html' title='shoting yourself in your head for joy'/><author><name>milk shakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07250684321545482789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11811335.post-115774354167547171</id><published>2006-09-08T12:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T12:25:41.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>courage vs kindess</title><content type='html'>there is an old house that everyone said is haunted&lt;br /&gt;so you go there because you want to be liked&lt;br /&gt;and isn't courage one of themost importatn things these days?&lt;br /&gt;I mean kindness, sure but courage?&lt;br /&gt;how many doors can you go thorugh with kindness alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you go to teh house and invite everyone on the front lawn to watch you courage&lt;br /&gt;to see if you can make it throught the night&lt;br /&gt;you don't make it through the night, you don't make it long&lt;br /&gt;your scared of everything&lt;br /&gt;your ashmed of this and you lite yourself on fire&lt;br /&gt;you run out of the house and the peolpe put the fire out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the hospital the nurses give you alot of pudding&lt;br /&gt;and some of the people that were there at the haunted house come and visit you&lt;br /&gt;it's awkward and they think your confused&lt;br /&gt;but your touched by there presence&lt;br /&gt;and you can't help thinking that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe you will start working on this kindness thing&lt;br /&gt;you give them some of your pudding&lt;br /&gt;at least you know the same words as people&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11811335-115774354167547171?l=milkshakes001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/feeds/115774354167547171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11811335&amp;postID=115774354167547171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/115774354167547171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/115774354167547171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/2006/09/courage-vs-kindess_08.html' title='courage vs kindess'/><author><name>milk shakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07250684321545482789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11811335.post-115584326674276947</id><published>2006-08-17T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T12:34:26.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE MEANING OF ALL OF EXISTENCE!</title><content type='html'>“What’s the point?” You say to yourself in an awesome way. &lt;br /&gt;Like you could have a 5 o’clock shadow, but you know this, so you have a 5 o’clock shadow! &lt;br /&gt;You still life in your mother’s house&lt;br /&gt;You make balls in the basement made from your own hair and you put them in the ocean this makes sense to you&lt;br /&gt;You have never seen a trumpet in your life&lt;br /&gt;There is a perpetual laugh track in the house made from animals&lt;br /&gt;The animals only see in black and white&lt;br /&gt;“I need to change.” You say to yourself&lt;br /&gt;“Let’s dance!” You say to yourself&lt;br /&gt;You invite Satan and God into your mind&lt;br /&gt;And they dance away.&lt;br /&gt;But things don’t change.&lt;br /&gt;You learn to fly while on fire.&lt;br /&gt;You seduce the entire concept of sex.&lt;br /&gt;You invent a knew kind of water&lt;br /&gt;You fall in love with the ghost of your self&lt;br /&gt;A happy blind cute multicultural child falls down and gets up an smiles&lt;br /&gt;“Isn’t trying great!” Nothing works&lt;br /&gt;You have had it, you decide to turn into a pure ray of light and exist as gods dreams reversed into a meaning that was created by the beginning of the universes love&lt;br /&gt;But before you do this you go to your mom work&lt;br /&gt;She works at an elementary school cafeteria.  &lt;br /&gt;“Everything seems the same, what can I do mom, what’s the point?”&lt;br /&gt;She makes a mayonnaise sandwich &lt;br /&gt;“I don’t know.”&lt;br /&gt;The sounds good enough, you eat the mayonnaise sandwich and decide to get a flat top.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11811335-115584326674276947?l=milkshakes001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/feeds/115584326674276947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11811335&amp;postID=115584326674276947' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/115584326674276947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/115584326674276947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/2006/08/meaning-of-all-of-existence.html' title='THE MEANING OF ALL OF EXISTENCE!'/><author><name>milk shakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07250684321545482789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11811335.post-114547295072915317</id><published>2006-04-19T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T11:55:50.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>apple juice</title><content type='html'>You beat the shit out of a kid &lt;br /&gt;A little kid&lt;br /&gt;The kid has cartoons on his shirt &lt;br /&gt;Just a good old 1800 beating&lt;br /&gt;There is snot everywhere&lt;br /&gt;Its disgusting &lt;br /&gt;There was nothing on tv that night&lt;br /&gt;And you didn’t just want to sit in your room and cry&lt;br /&gt;So you beat this kid, while saying the names of celebrates&lt;br /&gt;You ask him if he thinks you’re happy?&lt;br /&gt;“Maybe”&lt;br /&gt;“Maybe, you’re a kid be honest, yes or no?”&lt;br /&gt;“maybe”&lt;br /&gt;You pull out a gun &lt;br /&gt;“There is no maybe in this world; you see those building there mine.”&lt;br /&gt;It’s true you own every building in the city&lt;br /&gt;And have a tv in each room&lt;br /&gt;The kids begin to open his mouth &lt;br /&gt;And it’s strikes you have been living the wrong life&lt;br /&gt;There are no, yes’s and no’s just maybe’s&lt;br /&gt;you becomes a game show hosts and grave digger &lt;br /&gt;and the kid becomes a priest and drunk clown&lt;br /&gt;you watch the ocean on TV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11811335-114547295072915317?l=milkshakes001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/feeds/114547295072915317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11811335&amp;postID=114547295072915317' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/114547295072915317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/114547295072915317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/2006/04/apple-juice.html' title='apple juice'/><author><name>milk shakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07250684321545482789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11811335.post-114538657161108783</id><published>2006-04-18T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T11:56:11.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>poltics of rainbow</title><content type='html'>I was in this rainbow inviting friends up in the sky. It’s what I do. Tooka!&lt;br /&gt; Wonder Bread is making a knew religion and it’s dangerous but in a happy way, isn’t that what everybody wants.  To tell your lover that you are still alive as you float into awesomeness! I mean how long can you go until you beat the shit out of your own self. Not long and that’s a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t believe that were in a rainbow.” People said to me. &lt;br /&gt;“Yes we are.&lt;br /&gt; Those middle schooler’s they want to it all, they have heard all the stories. Your first love is played against all the idea of love from every human before. I just wore a mask and told people that my name was Conrad and that I was cool, the dance was fun. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway there I am in the rainbow still asking people to come up.&lt;br /&gt;“come up?”&lt;br /&gt;“are you crazy?”&lt;br /&gt;What a question!&lt;br /&gt;I raised my eyes then my head, civil war soldiers understanding number musicals. &lt;br /&gt;I looked at everybody who up in the rainbow they all have a smile that is building, like a sand castle. &lt;br /&gt;I want to hit everybody in there, is this foolish that were in a rainbow, people have to drive cars people have to clean things and where in a rainbow? &lt;br /&gt;But the smiles keep coming like a sandcastle that is made out of grains of a rock that lead the parade. &lt;br /&gt;I don’t know if to say it, it sound mighty cliché. &lt;br /&gt;But I'm in a rainbow and I believe in it. &lt;br /&gt;I can say the word love and believe in it, I can believe in anything. I can believe that I can believe in anything. &lt;br /&gt;So the ocean comes in and hit’s all the proper old rusty silver ware making melodic sounds. &lt;br /&gt;“Yes!” I answer. &lt;br /&gt;Your friends come and it’s awesome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11811335-114538657161108783?l=milkshakes001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/feeds/114538657161108783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11811335&amp;postID=114538657161108783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/114538657161108783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/114538657161108783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/2006/04/poltics-of-rainbow.html' title='poltics of rainbow'/><author><name>milk shakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07250684321545482789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11811335.post-114417052223338511</id><published>2006-04-04T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T10:09:18.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>poems that you can trust</title><content type='html'>sex and violence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought a knife &lt;br /&gt;he brought a gun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were things to do&lt;br /&gt;so we all tried to do them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dog bite me &lt;br /&gt;it hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rascals were everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to all the sad people &lt;br /&gt;be happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11811335-114417052223338511?l=milkshakes001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/feeds/114417052223338511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11811335&amp;postID=114417052223338511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/114417052223338511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/114417052223338511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/2006/04/poems-that-you-can-trust.html' title='poems that you can trust'/><author><name>milk shakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07250684321545482789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11811335.post-114410962458343844</id><published>2006-04-03T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T17:13:44.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>people</title><content type='html'>people are awesome&lt;br /&gt;should?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11811335-114410962458343844?l=milkshakes001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/feeds/114410962458343844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11811335&amp;postID=114410962458343844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/114410962458343844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/114410962458343844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/2006/04/people.html' title='people'/><author><name>milk shakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07250684321545482789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11811335.post-114410952678070611</id><published>2006-04-03T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T17:12:06.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>didn't</title><content type='html'>Went up to talk to someone &lt;br /&gt;But didn’t know what to say&lt;br /&gt;So I didn’t&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11811335-114410952678070611?l=milkshakes001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/feeds/114410952678070611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11811335&amp;postID=114410952678070611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/114410952678070611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/114410952678070611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/2006/04/didnt.html' title='didn&apos;t'/><author><name>milk shakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07250684321545482789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11811335.post-114410912032130984</id><published>2006-04-03T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T17:05:20.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lion</title><content type='html'>(read it, like you have just killed a lion, that was going to become a missile. You are a man that has never lied)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck&lt;br /&gt;I am liar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11811335-114410912032130984?l=milkshakes001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/feeds/114410912032130984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11811335&amp;postID=114410912032130984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/114410912032130984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/114410912032130984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/2006/04/lion.html' title='lion'/><author><name>milk shakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07250684321545482789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11811335.post-114410897075657034</id><published>2006-04-03T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T17:02:50.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fire</title><content type='html'>(read it, like an asshole)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm here and I needed to &lt;br /&gt;touch fire&lt;br /&gt;not real &lt;br /&gt;and not the metaphor fire&lt;br /&gt;just fire man&lt;br /&gt;just fire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11811335-114410897075657034?l=milkshakes001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/feeds/114410897075657034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11811335&amp;postID=114410897075657034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/114410897075657034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/114410897075657034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/2006/04/fire.html' title='fire'/><author><name>milk shakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07250684321545482789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11811335.post-114410881965848647</id><published>2006-04-03T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T17:00:19.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>another things about moms</title><content type='html'>You can’t help but move awesomely it’s what you do&lt;br /&gt;The post man gives a end of the commercial cereal face&lt;br /&gt;Your neighbors give you money&lt;br /&gt;You can’t help wondering what is more productive thinking or actions&lt;br /&gt;When is it time to do anything?&lt;br /&gt;You think has you land from the sky scarper&lt;br /&gt;You always like the predator animals best&lt;br /&gt;They always seemed to have to concentrate more&lt;br /&gt;But mom’s get along better with there children&lt;br /&gt;so you start recording absolutely everything&lt;br /&gt;and keep in mind unborn babies when you strip &lt;br /&gt;for books&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11811335-114410881965848647?l=milkshakes001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/feeds/114410881965848647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11811335&amp;postID=114410881965848647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/114410881965848647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/114410881965848647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/2006/04/another-things-about-moms.html' title='another things about moms'/><author><name>milk 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11811335&amp;postID=114410874717386807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/114410874717386807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/114410874717386807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/2006/04/just-found-this-went-i-went-to-screen.html' title='just found this went I went to the screen'/><author><name>milk shakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07250684321545482789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11811335.post-114410865608665125</id><published>2006-04-03T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T16:57:36.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gasoline</title><content type='html'>came across my mom at the gasoline shop&lt;br /&gt;she was buying gasoline to huff&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t think this was a good idea&lt;br /&gt;She did&lt;br /&gt;and that was that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11811335-114410865608665125?l=milkshakes001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/feeds/114410865608665125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11811335&amp;postID=114410865608665125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/114410865608665125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/114410865608665125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/2006/04/gasoline.html' title='gasoline'/><author><name>milk shakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07250684321545482789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11811335.post-114410859311538184</id><published>2006-04-03T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T16:56:33.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>poem about something</title><content type='html'>(Read it, like the happy person alive)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s all been done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11811335-114410859311538184?l=milkshakes001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/feeds/114410859311538184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11811335&amp;postID=114410859311538184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/114410859311538184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/114410859311538184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/2006/04/poem-about-something.html' title='poem about something'/><author><name>milk shakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07250684321545482789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11811335.post-114323214567063748</id><published>2006-03-24T12:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T12:29:05.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>optimism and fear</title><content type='html'>Went to the market it was well&lt;br /&gt;lite&lt;br /&gt;"Your market is well lite." I told the manager&lt;br /&gt;The manager just stood there looking me in the eye&lt;br /&gt;"You look people in the eye well." I almost sang&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I do. I haven't trained for it, do you believe me?" He almost sang&lt;br /&gt;He laughed&lt;br /&gt;"Why are you laughing?"&lt;br /&gt;"I liked to laugh."&lt;br /&gt;"will you teach me things I can teach you things."&lt;br /&gt;"YES" We said at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;Then yes flew into the air and started laughing&lt;br /&gt;was it mocking us?&lt;br /&gt;is optimism just a by product of fear?&lt;br /&gt;we decided to pay it no mind.&lt;br /&gt;We closed up the shop and bought&lt;br /&gt;a million nails.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11811335-114323214567063748?l=milkshakes001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/feeds/114323214567063748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11811335&amp;postID=114323214567063748' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;its everywhere&lt;br /&gt;and so are you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11811335-113942969127058099?l=milkshakes001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/feeds/113942969127058099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11811335&amp;postID=113942969127058099' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/113942969127058099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/113942969127058099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/2006/02/blog-post.html' title='!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>milk shakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07250684321545482789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11811335.post-113942882608223388</id><published>2006-02-08T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T12:00:26.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>love poem</title><content type='html'>There are five billion people out there&lt;br /&gt;and everyone of them has a heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11811335-113942882608223388?l=milkshakes001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/feeds/113942882608223388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11811335&amp;postID=113942882608223388' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/113942882608223388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/113942882608223388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/2006/02/love-poem_08.html' title='love poem'/><author><name>milk shakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07250684321545482789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11811335.post-113942860971820185</id><published>2006-02-08T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T11:58:10.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miles Davis in 2006</title><content type='html'>We are children of the night&lt;br /&gt;I don’t like game shows&lt;br /&gt;Let me watch you do yoga for 3 hours&lt;br /&gt;While I come up with different ways of tying my shoe&lt;br /&gt;They say love is gold well silver will get you back home&lt;br /&gt;Take my cowboy hat and do what you want with it&lt;br /&gt;I’m killing the real killers these days&lt;br /&gt;And its in people minds&lt;br /&gt;I need to shrink to a piece of dust then enter through the ear&lt;br /&gt;To shrink I must sell everything I got by midnight &lt;br /&gt;sailing to distant lands&lt;br /&gt;on computers made from left over 1920 dogs toys&lt;br /&gt;can you hear me or&lt;br /&gt;is there something in your ear?&lt;br /&gt;if so&lt;br /&gt;forget the bright lights and talk softly about &lt;br /&gt;what once was by&lt;br /&gt;fire&lt;br /&gt;burning with the dreams of tomorrow’s dreams&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be gently &lt;br /&gt;I’m scared also&lt;br /&gt;But first lets just sleep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11811335-113942860971820185?l=milkshakes001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/feeds/113942860971820185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11811335&amp;postID=113942860971820185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/113942860971820185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/113942860971820185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/2006/02/miles-davis-in-2006.html' title='Miles Davis in 2006'/><author><name>milk shakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07250684321545482789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11811335.post-113942798304282857</id><published>2006-02-08T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T11:46:23.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>love song</title><content type='html'>Dynomite nights&lt;br /&gt;Fighting for nothing&lt;br /&gt;O my god&lt;br /&gt;It was like we shared a common mind&lt;br /&gt;When you ordered that pizza it was so funny&lt;br /&gt;It felt like honey&lt;br /&gt;Hay you want to fly&lt;br /&gt;No one can fly&lt;br /&gt;And everyone dies&lt;br /&gt;We knew that on those nights&lt;br /&gt;But we knew nothing also&lt;br /&gt;Killing the killers&lt;br /&gt;Flying high&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know my mom &lt;br /&gt;but I knew you those nights&lt;br /&gt;it felt right&lt;br /&gt;It just felt awesome you were my best friend&lt;br /&gt;We made prank calls to the future&lt;br /&gt;And the dial tone was a song to the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;making love to our memories&lt;br /&gt;making love to our memories&lt;br /&gt;making love to our memories&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11811335-113942798304282857?l=milkshakes001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/feeds/113942798304282857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11811335&amp;postID=113942798304282857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/113942798304282857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/113942798304282857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/2006/02/love-song.html' title='love song'/><author><name>milk shakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07250684321545482789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11811335.post-113933947248371626</id><published>2006-02-07T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T11:11:12.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>killing things</title><content type='html'>Called up the doctor&lt;br /&gt;He said I was in trouble&lt;br /&gt;“big trouble.”&lt;br /&gt;“like death” I asked&lt;br /&gt;“am not saying, go have fun and don’t die”&lt;br /&gt;I was puzzled by this, but kept on watching tv &lt;br /&gt;Nothing seemed fun anymore&lt;br /&gt;So I turned to drugs and sex &lt;br /&gt;It takes more energy then I thought it would&lt;br /&gt;When that ran out &lt;br /&gt;I sat in the tundra&lt;br /&gt;Just having diarrhea and smoking cigarettes&lt;br /&gt;I kept on thinking about the doctor&lt;br /&gt;So I became a priest&lt;br /&gt;And the doctor came to my booth in confessions&lt;br /&gt;“I’m a sinner” he sang&lt;br /&gt;“Why?” I asked&lt;br /&gt;I could tell this man was a genius&lt;br /&gt;“Because I believe in too much to the point that I don’t believe in anything”&lt;br /&gt;“Take you time we can’t figure out everything.” I said&lt;br /&gt;“can I just figure out one thing?”&lt;br /&gt;“Its hard, but I will join you” I said&lt;br /&gt;Now we just dance on ant farms&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11811335-113933947248371626?l=milkshakes001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11811335.post-113926332186350588</id><published>2006-02-06T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T14:02:53.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>love poem</title><content type='html'>The sunset looked beautiful&lt;br /&gt;like your heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11811335-113926332186350588?l=milkshakes001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/feeds/113926332186350588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11811335&amp;postID=113926332186350588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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should stop&lt;br /&gt;I told them sing your song and I will sing mine&lt;br /&gt;Through a gun on the street just to change my thought process&lt;br /&gt;It was going to be a hard day&lt;br /&gt;But it wasn’t the first one I had&lt;br /&gt;Took all the diamonds from my face and looked for a good deal&lt;br /&gt;Light said it would help, but it needed my love&lt;br /&gt;We made love on darkness and I called the metaphors bluff&lt;br /&gt;Listen here, to the ones in the waiting rooms&lt;br /&gt;“You can’t go undefeated, but you can choose who you fight!”&lt;br /&gt;Then a bunch of beasts ate me while I tranformed from&lt;br /&gt;an F to a A+ &lt;br /&gt;fuck it's only a game when there is rules&lt;br /&gt;right womb?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11811335-113926311677193170?l=milkshakes001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11811335.post-113926023860361909</id><published>2006-02-06T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T13:17:17.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rubies</title><content type='html'>I’ll I can think about is the word &lt;br /&gt;Tony&lt;br /&gt;Said four times in a row on a boat&lt;br /&gt;Tony&lt;br /&gt;Tony &lt;br /&gt;Tony &lt;br /&gt;Tony&lt;br /&gt;It’s not a joke&lt;br /&gt;It’s a moment connected to others leading to death&lt;br /&gt;Tony is the realist thing I have&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Tony, I know you fight against death for me and others&lt;br /&gt;Tony, I love it with a love that as little fear&lt;br /&gt;Tony we will be lovers for life&lt;br /&gt;Tony I sing for it becuse we can't sing for love and death today&lt;br /&gt;just Tony at that will be fine today&lt;br /&gt;Tony  &lt;br /&gt;I don't know if you hide me or free me&lt;br /&gt;said slowly naked on boat heading towards a wall&lt;br /&gt;Tony &lt;br /&gt;Tony&lt;br /&gt;Tony&lt;br /&gt;Tony&lt;br /&gt;I love it&lt;br /&gt;Bill Clinton with the Dalai Lama and a pound of american cheese asking for direction to a whore house from Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Bam &lt;br /&gt;Bam&lt;br /&gt;Bam&lt;br /&gt;stay free warriors!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11811335-113926023860361909?l=milkshakes001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/feeds/113926023860361909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11811335&amp;postID=113926023860361909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/113926023860361909'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;Yes, its true &lt;br /&gt;we're just waiting for  &lt;br /&gt;“What’s up?” to be golden&lt;br /&gt;And to be comfortable with&lt;br /&gt;not being able to fly &lt;br /&gt;so be ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11811335-113925951154525693?l=milkshakes001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/feeds/113925951154525693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11811335&amp;postID=113925951154525693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/113925951154525693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/113925951154525693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11811335&amp;postID=113882015937058310' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/113882015937058310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/113882015937058310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/2006/02/mimes.html' title='mimes'/><author><name>milk shakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07250684321545482789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11811335.post-113882003849122823</id><published>2006-02-01T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T10:53:58.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>poem about something good</title><content type='html'>they fell down&lt;br /&gt;but something good happened&lt;br /&gt;and they got up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11811335-113882003849122823?l=milkshakes001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/feeds/113882003849122823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11811335&amp;postID=113882003849122823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/113882003849122823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/113882003849122823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/2006/02/poem-about-something-good.html' title='poem about something good'/><author><name>milk shakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07250684321545482789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11811335.post-113881994688232080</id><published>2006-02-01T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T10:52:26.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a poem about some kind of god</title><content type='html'>When sad everyone I know&lt;br /&gt;tries&lt;br /&gt;to find some kind of god&lt;br /&gt;it's the best joke there is&lt;br /&gt;and the punch line ends when they&lt;br /&gt;laugh for real&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11811335-113881994688232080?l=milkshakes001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/feeds/113881994688232080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11811335&amp;postID=113881994688232080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/113881994688232080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/113881994688232080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/2006/02/poem-about-some-kind-of-god.html' title='a poem about some kind of god'/><author><name>milk shakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07250684321545482789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11811335.post-113873263857306577</id><published>2006-01-31T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T10:37:18.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think</title><content type='html'>We covered the Beatles album so good!&lt;br /&gt;Then drank some juice&lt;br /&gt;Tony kept on saying shouldn’t we go on tour and&lt;br /&gt;We kept on telling him that were not the Beatles&lt;br /&gt;“that’s not really the point” he said&lt;br /&gt;“then what is the point.&lt;br /&gt;“that were the Beatles”&lt;br /&gt;This is what it feels like to get mooned in the 1980’s&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11811335-113873263857306577?l=milkshakes001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/feeds/113873263857306577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11811335&amp;postID=113873263857306577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/113873263857306577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/113873263857306577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-think.html' title='I think'/><author><name>milk shakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07250684321545482789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11811335.post-113763575686053945</id><published>2006-01-18T17:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T17:55:56.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>slam poet</title><content type='html'>they all started crying wearing&lt;br /&gt;brutally bright color&lt;br /&gt;it was scary&lt;br /&gt;like an airplane &lt;br /&gt;flying&lt;br /&gt;over a home with a kid&lt;br /&gt;killing himself&lt;br /&gt;How many letters does Tom Hanks get&lt;br /&gt;these days&lt;br /&gt;and how many letters does Santa Claus get?&lt;br /&gt;The slam poet yelled into his retired &lt;br /&gt;pink shoe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11811335-113763575686053945?l=milkshakes001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11811335.post-113763498692840530</id><published>2006-01-18T17:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T17:43:06.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>holding</title><content type='html'>we made love in a swamp&lt;br /&gt;all these animals got better at chess&lt;br /&gt;and Tony kept on saying at least I am Tony&lt;br /&gt;which was true&lt;br /&gt;everybody wants to be held&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11811335-113763498692840530?l=milkshakes001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/feeds/113763498692840530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11811335&amp;postID=113763498692840530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/113763498692840530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/113763498692840530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/2006/01/holding.html' title='holding'/><author><name>milk shakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07250684321545482789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11811335.post-113762950656985337</id><published>2006-01-18T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T16:11:46.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>steel box</title><content type='html'>I guess&lt;br /&gt;that you just guess&lt;br /&gt;and then make a steel box&lt;br /&gt;not in a steel box&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11811335-113762950656985337?l=milkshakes001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/feeds/113762950656985337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11811335&amp;postID=113762950656985337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/113762950656985337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/113762950656985337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/2006/01/steel-box.html' title='steel box'/><author><name>milk 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11811335.post-113692734122603369</id><published>2006-01-10T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T13:09:01.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>rock song</title><content type='html'>We all can’t change the world&lt;br /&gt;But we can all rock!&lt;br /&gt;So lets all rock so hard&lt;br /&gt;That we don’t have time to have badness&lt;br /&gt;Lets rock so hard&lt;br /&gt;That we don’t have time to have sadness&lt;br /&gt;Lets rock for all the dead Egyptians&lt;br /&gt;Lets for all the future dead presidents&lt;br /&gt;Lets rock because were all in love&lt;br /&gt;Lets just fucking rock!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11811335-113692734122603369?l=milkshakes001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11811335.post-113682699657355455</id><published>2006-01-09T09:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T13:10:32.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>things to do instead of nap#2</title><content type='html'>was going to take a nap&lt;br /&gt;but I welded freedom in my mouth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11811335-113682699657355455?l=milkshakes001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/feeds/113682699657355455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11811335&amp;postID=113682699657355455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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they won &lt;br /&gt;and thats a good thing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11811335-113682670544160840?l=milkshakes001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/feeds/113682670544160840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11811335&amp;postID=113682670544160840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/113682670544160840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/113682670544160840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/2006/01/yup5.html' title='yup#5'/><author><name>milk shakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07250684321545482789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11811335.post-113682593376182927</id><published>2006-01-09T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T08:58:53.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>killing for freedom</title><content type='html'>This kid tried to kill me&lt;br /&gt;kids don't generally do that there taught not to.&lt;br /&gt;But this kid really tried to kill me&lt;br /&gt;like putting a knife through someones back&lt;br /&gt;is what the four year old kid did.&lt;br /&gt;But he came at a strange angle and the knife didn't enter &lt;br /&gt;my body.&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked at first.&lt;br /&gt;I quit the radio DJ gig this kid action's made more sense then talking.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't tell anyone just quinked as i watched him grow up.&lt;br /&gt;He had some hard times has some or most do&lt;br /&gt;I kept on telling him through the years of that day when he tried to kill me&lt;br /&gt;that he can do anything.&lt;br /&gt;He wakes up at 7:00 and goes to work and as a hard time talking about how he is doing&lt;br /&gt;i don't forget though &lt;br /&gt;there was a day long ago when he tired to kill me&lt;br /&gt;and i won't let him or me forget it&lt;br /&gt;the desert is large and he knows that&lt;br /&gt;thank god for pictures, i think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11811335-113682593376182927?l=milkshakes001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/feeds/113682593376182927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11811335&amp;postID=113682593376182927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/113682593376182927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/113682593376182927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/2006/01/killing-for-freedom.html' title='killing for freedom'/><author><name>milk shakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07250684321545482789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11811335.post-113682518105654104</id><published>2006-01-09T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T08:46:21.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>andre dawson hits a double</title><content type='html'>took the car off the road&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, sometimes you know there&lt;br /&gt;just that itch and you can't do much about&lt;br /&gt;besides hide behind it&lt;br /&gt;or do something fucking awesome&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11811335-113682518105654104?l=milkshakes001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/feeds/113682518105654104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11811335&amp;postID=113682518105654104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/113682518105654104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/113682518105654104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/2006/01/andre-dawson-hits-double.html' title='andre dawson hits a double'/><author><name>milk shakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07250684321545482789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11811335.post-113682491172331114</id><published>2006-01-09T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T08:41:51.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>felt markers</title><content type='html'>Put my hands together and made a sound&lt;br /&gt;what a sound it was&lt;br /&gt;It was big an easy &lt;br /&gt;so I did it again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11811335-113682491172331114?l=milkshakes001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/feeds/113682491172331114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11811335&amp;postID=113682491172331114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/113682491172331114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/113682491172331114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/2006/01/felt-markers.html' title='felt markers'/><author><name>milk shakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07250684321545482789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11811335.post-113551801160253888</id><published>2005-12-25T05:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T05:40:11.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>chicken wings</title><content type='html'>then I kill a horse&lt;br /&gt;and won't go to the ballpark unless I am umpire&lt;br /&gt;I have never misspelled a word&lt;br /&gt;isn't that enough to get you into the pool&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11811335-113551801160253888?l=milkshakes001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/feeds/113551801160253888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11811335&amp;postID=113551801160253888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/113551801160253888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/113551801160253888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/2005/12/chicken-wings.html' title='chicken wings'/><author><name>milk shakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07250684321545482789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11811335.post-113551791596316407</id><published>2005-12-25T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T05:38:35.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I will call an alien an alien to its face</title><content type='html'>if love is real&lt;br /&gt;why is it soooo real?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11811335-113551791596316407?l=milkshakes001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/feeds/113551791596316407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11811335&amp;postID=113551791596316407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/113551791596316407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/113551791596316407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-will-call-alien-alien-to-its-face.html' title='I will call an alien an alien to its face'/><author><name>milk shakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07250684321545482789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11811335.post-113521785877333836</id><published>2005-12-21T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T18:17:38.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>popcorn</title><content type='html'>"you make popcorn and wait for the changing of the globe.”&lt;br /&gt;you have practiced this and you say it in a chipper light tone&lt;br /&gt;eyes wide open not scary you hope&lt;br /&gt;your date does not understand.&lt;br /&gt;“Just watch and wait.”&lt;br /&gt;nothing happens&lt;br /&gt;“Nothing happened” your date says.&lt;br /&gt;“Yes but what if it did?” &lt;br /&gt;not knowing what this means scared of the next moment &lt;br /&gt;has you have been scared of every moment before it&lt;br /&gt;your friend Scott is going to jump of the roof and yell&lt;br /&gt;“Everything!”&lt;br /&gt;you both hope he doesn’t break anything but it would make a good scar you both agree&lt;br /&gt;you take a breathe knowing that its going to be one followed by another one&lt;br /&gt;your proud of that and her name is Suzan,&lt;br /&gt;a good moment you figure as you suck in deep&lt;br /&gt;maybe she has simlar feelings&lt;br /&gt;maybe you can at least share them&lt;br /&gt;you will ask her that&lt;br /&gt;Scott jumps from the roof scared looking at your face&lt;br /&gt;you smile&lt;br /&gt;proud today at least of where the demons have brought you today&lt;br /&gt;Scott yells “Everything!”&lt;br /&gt;maybe she is in love with you already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11811335-113521785877333836?l=milkshakes001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/feeds/113521785877333836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11811335&amp;postID=113521785877333836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/113521785877333836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/113521785877333836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/2005/12/popcorn.html' title='popcorn'/><author><name>milk shakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07250684321545482789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11811335.post-113503620939026458</id><published>2005-12-19T15:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T15:50:09.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>instead of naps part #1</title><content type='html'>i just stared at the wall&lt;br /&gt;like it was an ocean&lt;br /&gt;and I was doing some awesome shit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11811335-113503620939026458?l=milkshakes001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/feeds/113503620939026458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11811335&amp;postID=113503620939026458' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/113503620939026458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/113503620939026458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/2005/12/instead-of-naps-part-1.html' title='instead of naps part #1'/><author><name>milk shakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07250684321545482789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11811335.post-113459458702316296</id><published>2005-12-14T12:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T13:09:47.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>15 year olds</title><content type='html'>each president has eaten at MacDonalds a 15 year old said&lt;br /&gt;the bad guys know it also&lt;br /&gt;when they make smily faces turned up side down on bad things&lt;br /&gt;the country singer talks to&lt;br /&gt;the journal of the 15 year old when there scared of the faces&lt;br /&gt;he tells them to be strong to keep putting things in things&lt;br /&gt;and to forget all the roads &lt;br /&gt;the bad guys stood up in the back of the room&lt;br /&gt;because there in the room there always in the room arn't they?&lt;br /&gt;and said "you have to many brains in brains to keep going young 15 year old &lt;br /&gt;and has for you country singer well the past can't be caughten up with&lt;br /&gt;sad faces, we will sell you a bleeding copy machine if you know what I meen?"&lt;br /&gt;the 15 year olds like the country singer      &lt;br /&gt;but the birthday party was for people who liked ties in races&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11811335-113459458702316296?l=milkshakes001.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11811335.post-113459335696707048</id><published>2005-12-14T12:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T12:49:16.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>meat on chalkboard</title><content type='html'>that clocks actually a bomb&lt;br /&gt;tied up in a pop song beliefs&lt;br /&gt;so we uncovered guitar solos&lt;br /&gt;and tried out jeans that are&lt;br /&gt;attracted to mail men&lt;br /&gt;who have a little over a five o'clock shadow&lt;br /&gt;it brought us back to the stadium show&lt;br /&gt;you can see thousands dancing together&lt;br /&gt;dick clark wearing his old pajamas&lt;br /&gt;counting backwoards with a small smile&lt;br /&gt;I saw you dancing there &lt;br /&gt;and the bomb with all the things it could be&lt;br /&gt;with knees against day glow bones &lt;br /&gt;well strike up the band &lt;br /&gt;because we all want it to be a flower when &lt;br /&gt;were done pretending to be the sound man&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11811335-113459335696707048?l=milkshakes001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/feeds/113459335696707048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11811335&amp;postID=113459335696707048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/113459335696707048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/113459335696707048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/2005/12/meat-on-chalkboard.html' title='meat on chalkboard'/><author><name>milk shakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07250684321545482789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11811335.post-113459212565559474</id><published>2005-12-14T12:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T12:28:45.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>faked being injured</title><content type='html'>Looked for gold in my mom's house&lt;br /&gt;didn't find any&lt;br /&gt;thought I might find a big chunk of it&lt;br /&gt;who knows, not everybody knows.&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't disappointed just went to a pg-13 movie&lt;br /&gt;counted all the swears, there were seven&lt;br /&gt;there were young children there.&lt;br /&gt;I faked being injured outside the theater&lt;br /&gt;Saying "Am being attacked by badness, will you help me young one?"&lt;br /&gt;4 out of 7 said &lt;br /&gt;"yes"&lt;br /&gt;so I kept on eating crackers outside &lt;br /&gt;of church&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11811335-113459212565559474?l=milkshakes001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/feeds/113459212565559474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11811335&amp;postID=113459212565559474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/113459212565559474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/113459212565559474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/2005/12/faked-being-injured.html' title='faked being injured'/><author><name>milk shakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07250684321545482789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11811335.post-113397366500282146</id><published>2005-12-07T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T08:41:05.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>charly brown</title><content type='html'>You wake up, thinking about the things the kids carve into there desks&lt;br /&gt;You call out of work using the voice of a president that has been shot at.&lt;br /&gt;"I hate when presidents are shot."&lt;br /&gt;You could say this to him, the stranger in your bed.&lt;br /&gt;You wake him up motivated by this thought&lt;br /&gt;"We need to go slow, small steps, people think they can just change in a second you can't."&lt;br /&gt;He agrees with you and throws out all his acid. "I wish birds were flying over head while I did this." You both nod your head and there is another moment, you both don't know what to do. You both look at each other.&lt;br /&gt;"Yup." You both say it like the first time a mom ever stops thinking about her knew born child.&lt;br /&gt;"I wish I hadn't thrown out all the acid" he says with a cough&lt;br /&gt;"I need to go to work and teach children about science"&lt;br /&gt;"That's bullshit I thought we were going to change today no matter how slowly."&lt;br /&gt;"Am sorry, I need to heat up the car"&lt;br /&gt;As you are teaching the kids about the cosmos you look out the window and see him in the school yard, some kids are crying.&lt;br /&gt;"Allllll be right back.” You often speak like a cartoon to the children, fearing the intensity of there growing brains.&lt;br /&gt;"What are you doing here" You notice he has a knew tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;"I have my ways you have yours."&lt;br /&gt;You go back into the classroom; one of the kid’s raises there hands and says,&lt;br /&gt;"There was a man today who told me that there is no Santa Claus” Every child’s face and reality swung facing you. You debate just pointing to the map of the cosmos or hugging each child. But all you can think of is &lt;br /&gt;what is written often on the desks in the class room even at this early of age, you say it in a cartoon voice.&lt;br /&gt;"Fuck the police."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11811335-113397366500282146?l=milkshakes001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/feeds/113397366500282146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11811335&amp;postID=113397366500282146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/113397366500282146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/113397366500282146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/2005/12/charly-brown.html' title='charly brown'/><author><name>milk shakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07250684321545482789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11811335.post-113380370154307695</id><published>2005-12-05T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T09:28:21.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lovers</title><content type='html'>"I have been thinking how I don't love you anymore"&lt;br /&gt;your lover for 8 years tells you as you both wake up.&lt;br /&gt;"that's not good," you say.&lt;br /&gt;"it's only a thought, I have millions of them a day, they don't mean much."&lt;br /&gt;"what does this one mean?"&lt;br /&gt;I don't know as I said it's just a thought I think about castles at times for god sake. As I said it doesn't mean that much. You don't need to blow it up."&lt;br /&gt;"No, my love, that’s exactly what we need to do."&lt;br /&gt;So you and your lover craft an entire world around this thought. What colors does it like, what nick names for large but not scary dogs would it make, what is the mayor of the town it life’s in daughters cheerleading song? It extensive and finally real.&lt;br /&gt;"This is great for are relationship isn't it?"&lt;br /&gt;there is no response&lt;br /&gt;You finally ask the question, "Would this thought love me"&lt;br /&gt;"Who are you?" She asks.&lt;br /&gt;So you do the same with your live, devising a world based on your fears, hopes and wants&lt;br /&gt;after weeks you ask again&lt;br /&gt;"So would this thought love me?"&lt;br /&gt;"Forget it your not a dreamer anyway"&lt;br /&gt;"What's that supposed to mean.&lt;br /&gt;"Watch my face of life." You lover says&lt;br /&gt;has they storm out of the house leaving in there knew red car&lt;br /&gt;off to a matinee movie with a blind child.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11811335-113380370154307695?l=milkshakes001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/feeds/113380370154307695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11811335&amp;postID=113380370154307695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/113380370154307695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/113380370154307695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/2005/12/lovers.html' title='lovers'/><author><name>milk shakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07250684321545482789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11811335.post-113380014385031516</id><published>2005-12-05T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T08:29:03.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>motherfucking action</title><content type='html'>went to camp wearing the leather pants that my parents gave me&lt;br /&gt;your parents give you everything when your young&lt;br /&gt;I was never picked on any teams&lt;br /&gt;spent my time talking to made up angels&lt;br /&gt;on the last day we lost against the camp across the lake&lt;br /&gt;i cried the longest&lt;br /&gt;and a kid named Carl&lt;br /&gt;asked me to sing to animal sprits&lt;br /&gt;i realized that the only time your free when young is when your&lt;br /&gt;crying or singing&lt;br /&gt;so I believe those leather pants to be an obvious omen&lt;br /&gt;they knew i was ready &lt;br /&gt;i came back home didn't say a word&lt;br /&gt;just burned down my room&lt;br /&gt;they gave me a ticket to Tennessee&lt;br /&gt;Carl know's a kid who can play the flute&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11811335-113380014385031516?l=milkshakes001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/feeds/113380014385031516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11811335&amp;postID=113380014385031516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/113380014385031516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/113380014385031516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/2005/12/motherfucking-action.html' title='motherfucking action'/><author><name>milk shakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07250684321545482789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11811335.post-113379949674702313</id><published>2005-12-05T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T08:18:16.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>showing your teeth</title><content type='html'>There was a eating contest&lt;br /&gt;I was sure to win&lt;br /&gt;that's all I fucking do,&lt;br /&gt;me and my friends from way back.&lt;br /&gt;Go into a restaurant and just tear the place apart.&lt;br /&gt;Eating is eating loving is loving but passion is passion&lt;br /&gt;deep in my heart it was what I have&lt;br /&gt;i'm obese but I can eat&lt;br /&gt;I lost&lt;br /&gt;kids who i could eat had this chock reflex thing&lt;br /&gt;you can't beat them it's like breathing not eating&lt;br /&gt;Well I still eat and i can eat&lt;br /&gt;passion spreads it wings and when i reach for ranch or something right&lt;br /&gt;I know am dancing with greatness&lt;br /&gt;they can have there fucking trophies&lt;br /&gt;I'm making love to death&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11811335-113379949674702313?l=milkshakes001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/feeds/113379949674702313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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later</title><content type='html'>John watched his dad drunk coaching farm league. It was the man’s war and romance. When Connie, a mother of one of the players, voiced her opinion that perhaps he should not be drunk around small children. She was yelled down, “His got sprit,” the remaining parents yelled back a little too strongly. Five apologized by phone that night explaining that the coach was too alive to be lassoed in, just watch him, John’s dad yelled positive advice the entire time, calling time out to hug each player. Weeping uncontrollably at times, climbing fence’s, bring a boom box and playing modern country. These were the only time John saw his father emotional besides this he worked at a car wash and was almost catatonic from it when coming home. They never spoke of the games and John didn’t believe that his father even knew that he was watching the game. After the last game when his father came home bloody.&lt;br /&gt;John asked “How was the season?”&lt;br /&gt;“We tied every game.”&lt;br /&gt;Every kid on the team became a doctor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11811335-113349209040948819?l=milkshakes001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/feeds/113349209040948819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11811335&amp;postID=113349209040948819' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/113349209040948819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/113349209040948819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/2005/12/37years-later.html' title='37years later'/><author><name>milk shakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07250684321545482789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11811335.post-113349117581209661</id><published>2005-12-01T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T18:39:35.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chuck</title><content type='html'>You fear your boss and he knows it, “That’s the person who fears me.” You hear him say often to a man who wears white gloves inches away from you. You never allow yourself to think about the man with the white gloves, never, it’s the kind of work place.&lt;br /&gt; Your not used to stressful situations because your life is beautiful as the community voted. This boss is intimating however, he seems upset often snd you want to help him.&lt;br /&gt; This day is different though he comes over to your desk and suggests that he teaches you how to swim. This seems odd to no one but you.  &lt;br /&gt; You inform him that you know how to swim "How about proper decorum in a Victorian ball," he suggests. &lt;br /&gt; You don’t know if this is a joke, should you laugh hard with a tint of sarcasm or nod your head like you’re an animal that is pregnant. You decide to nod you head like an animal. Your boss walks over to the man and whispers something in his ear the man with white gloves then proceeds to walk over and slap you in the face.&lt;br /&gt; “You would have no idea how to survive in the wild,” he says with support. Your boss comes back over with a smile, “Now where we, yes, and the Victorian ball were meet me at the YMCA tonight at 7.” When there your boss is playing in a wheel chair basketball game, he loses and cries and you hold him confused but wanting to feed you kids. "I heard you were beautiful," he yells. You question what true beauty is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11811335-113349117581209661?l=milkshakes001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/feeds/113349117581209661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11811335&amp;postID=113349117581209661' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/113349117581209661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/113349117581209661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/2005/12/chuck.html' title='Chuck'/><author><name>milk shakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07250684321545482789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11811335.post-113346645236965082</id><published>2005-12-01T11:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T12:00:13.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>big boats</title><content type='html'>I put my head under water and smiled a practiced smile.&lt;br /&gt;See I thought to myself I kind of know what I am doing&lt;br /&gt;but I did not.&lt;br /&gt;It was hard enough to light my hair on fire&lt;br /&gt;my son advised me that gasoline would work better then liquir&lt;br /&gt;he is a scientist and I have three boats unfinshed in the yard.&lt;br /&gt;I just needed signs to point me in the right direction, getting things done.&lt;br /&gt;When your hairs on fire put it out.&lt;br /&gt;When your alive be happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11811335-113346645236965082?l=milkshakes001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/feeds/113346645236965082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11811335&amp;postID=113346645236965082' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/113346645236965082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/113346645236965082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/2005/12/big-boats.html' title='big boats'/><author><name>milk shakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07250684321545482789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11811335.post-113345431100072916</id><published>2005-12-01T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T11:50:02.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>big shoes</title><content type='html'>Marty quickly puts down his video game controller, a term you used hours ago that he laughed about until he seemed disgusted.&lt;br /&gt; You question if your son ever thinks that your part of his life in anyway.&lt;br /&gt; “Death” he responded, “I want to talk and I want to talk about death.”&lt;br /&gt; “Great!” Happy to get a response of any kind, “We will talk about death for four days straight and just eat not so good yogurt.” &lt;br /&gt; By the third day your son is singing poetic prose about death, you have cried and cried over and over again feeling more alive then ever. Wrapped up in a rug as he unleashes secrets of what it is to be alive and what death brings.&lt;br /&gt; By the forth day you are tired and you are laying face down in yogurt, Marty just looks out the window and repeats "Death."&lt;br /&gt; You quit your job and this cycle continues for weeks, you just eat no so good yogurt, you have lost track of Marty. You believe his flying at other times a demon.&lt;br /&gt;When you turn on the TV for the first time with the hopes of being inraged you see that they have named you weatherman of the year. You cry a single tear of blood and realize as Marty is free basing his hair that you are on the right track. Change is hard, you have to move forward.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11811335-113345431100072916?l=milkshakes001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/feeds/113345431100072916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11811335&amp;postID=113345431100072916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/113345431100072916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/113345431100072916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/2005/12/big-shoes.html' title='big shoes'/><author><name>milk 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type='html'>I don't want the friends of tv to be ok&lt;br /&gt;so fuck the police&lt;br /&gt;or something a little more intellgent&lt;br /&gt;but you get the idea &lt;br /&gt;don't let those dreams die now kids&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying to think that you can't lose&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11811335-113320714187084459?l=milkshakes001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/feeds/113320714187084459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11811335&amp;postID=113320714187084459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/113320714187084459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/113320714187084459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/2005/11/were-young.html' title='were young'/><author><name>milk shakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07250684321545482789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11811335.post-113320682592403189</id><published>2005-11-28T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T11:40:25.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bar-B-Q</title><content type='html'>my twin brother came over&lt;br /&gt;we always talk about whose a better person&lt;br /&gt;I debate that it is the structure which we view others&lt;br /&gt;that best reflects who we are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just sings about me&lt;br /&gt;so we broke are ant farm&lt;br /&gt;and wished each other luck &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got a bee sting on purpose&lt;br /&gt;thought about taping David Letterman&lt;br /&gt;he suggested i don't learn a magic trick&lt;br /&gt;I do have a bigger bath tub&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11811335-113320682592403189?l=milkshakes001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/feeds/113320682592403189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11811335&amp;postID=113320682592403189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/113320682592403189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/113320682592403189'/><link 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friend Ted&lt;br /&gt;“You should have stayed on the rocket ship”&lt;br /&gt;he said hours later crying&lt;br /&gt;“I’m no match for a rocket ship.” he said&lt;br /&gt;"Why were you in the water?" I asked&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11811335-113320609415651235?l=milkshakes001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/feeds/113320609415651235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11811335&amp;postID=113320609415651235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/113320609415651235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/113320609415651235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/2005/11/ted.html' title='ted'/><author><name>milk shakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07250684321545482789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11811335.post-113320555962633783</id><published>2005-11-28T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T11:19:19.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yup</title><content type='html'>Went to a Blockbuster&lt;br /&gt;And saw five kids come screaming out of a mini van&lt;br /&gt;There faces&lt;br /&gt;were red&lt;br /&gt;the mom seemed tired but full of here we go again sarcasm&lt;br /&gt;enough that I even expected a wink&lt;br /&gt;but she went into the store A to B&lt;br /&gt;The boys got horror films and the girls&lt;br /&gt;got teen heartthrobs movies&lt;br /&gt;The mom finally got a John Candy movie for all of us&lt;br /&gt;made me feel like I knew everyones name in the world&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11811335-113320555962633783?l=milkshakes001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/feeds/113320555962633783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11811335&amp;postID=113320555962633783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/113320555962633783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/113320555962633783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/2005/11/yup.html' title='yup'/><author><name>milk shakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07250684321545482789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11811335.post-113313222500404470</id><published>2005-11-27T14:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T14:57:05.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a poem about the love of moms</title><content type='html'>I don't really like animals&lt;br /&gt;and when I'm just using my teeth&lt;br /&gt;it's funny to remember&lt;br /&gt;that through it all&lt;br /&gt;your mom loves you&lt;br /&gt;I always like those stories&lt;br /&gt;where moms pick up fright trains to save there kids&lt;br /&gt;I have never really talked about sex with my mom&lt;br /&gt;but I came out of her body.&lt;br /&gt;So here's to moms with courageously blinded idiotic colors on cloudy days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11811335-113313222500404470?l=milkshakes001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/feeds/113313222500404470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11811335&amp;postID=113313222500404470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/113313222500404470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/113313222500404470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/2005/11/poem-about-love-of-moms.html' title='a poem about the love of moms'/><author><name>milk 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11811335&amp;postID=113313150412443672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/113313150412443672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/113313150412443672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/2005/11/bordom-and-dreams.html' title='bordom and dreams'/><author><name>milk shakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07250684321545482789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11811335.post-113313134865229854</id><published>2005-11-27T14:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T16:11:20.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>good is great</title><content type='html'>This thing was good&lt;br /&gt;and I could keep on being with it.&lt;br /&gt;Was it a Tuesday? Sure.&lt;br /&gt;Had I been across the Atlantic? No.&lt;br /&gt;But I was sure that Suzan didn't hate me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to give the sandwich three different names&lt;br /&gt;a lot of B and O's because well that's who I am.&lt;br /&gt;a pigeon flew done&lt;br /&gt;and I realized that good is great has an old friend said.&lt;br /&gt;Will Suzan marry me probably not&lt;br /&gt;will I see that thing on that day?&lt;br /&gt;No, but I know that I can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11811335-113313134865229854?l=milkshakes001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/feeds/113313134865229854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11811335&amp;postID=113313134865229854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/113313134865229854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/113313134865229854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/2005/11/good-is-great.html' title='good is great'/><author><name>milk shakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07250684321545482789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11811335.post-113313095295618585</id><published>2005-11-27T14:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T14:35:52.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bright colors and living two days ahead</title><content type='html'>of all the emotions related to sadness&lt;br /&gt;they all come down to wanting&lt;br /&gt;sugar to be healthy for me.&lt;br /&gt;I would eat the fucking shit out of it,&lt;br /&gt;just get in a wheel chair and eat&lt;br /&gt;grab on to peoples faces and tell them I love them&lt;br /&gt;I wish my dad called me up&lt;br /&gt;and told seven stories &lt;br /&gt;about scars that I never knew about.&lt;br /&gt;Are monkeys even fun?&lt;br /&gt;my heart doesn't do well with metaphors about the heart&lt;br /&gt;but I got time for knew letters&lt;br /&gt;ABC&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone is well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11811335-113313095295618585?l=milkshakes001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/feeds/113313095295618585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11811335&amp;postID=113313095295618585' title='0 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yourself&lt;br /&gt;just has you can make yourself cry&lt;br /&gt;like writing to santa claus&lt;br /&gt;you can't really lose&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11811335-113313045358775267?l=milkshakes001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/feeds/113313045358775267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11811335&amp;postID=113313045358775267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/113313045358775267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/113313045358775267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/2005/11/3-in-morning.html' title='3 in the morning'/><author><name>milk shakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07250684321545482789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11811335.post-113313019564116072</id><published>2005-11-27T14:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T14:25:22.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>not really knowing what this or anything meens</title><content type='html'>watching tv for all the lovers&lt;br /&gt;eating chips for egyptians&lt;br /&gt;napping for time&lt;br /&gt;i do my part in my own way&lt;br /&gt;we are all going to die&lt;br /&gt;so judge but don't pick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can believe anything when you don't need to&lt;br /&gt;and the best advice i got was:&lt;br /&gt;if you can't beat them, &lt;br /&gt;love them&lt;div 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shakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07250684321545482789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11811335.post-113201806666917904</id><published>2005-11-14T17:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T17:27:46.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the winter fucking sucks</title><content type='html'>The winter fucking sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike Dicka says&lt;br /&gt;brush your teeth &lt;br /&gt;keep fighting soldiers&lt;br /&gt;and thank you so much for the Indian sunburn Maxine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11811335-113201806666917904?l=milkshakes001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11811335.post-113199796000030070</id><published>2005-11-14T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T11:52:40.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>make love to the sky</title><content type='html'>I go to the trash can and as I am throwing something out a man&lt;br /&gt;comes up to me out of nowhere&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t throw that out” he says with a smile that I trust&lt;br /&gt;“I trust your smile.” &lt;br /&gt;“Come with me” he sings&lt;br /&gt;We hang glide with are bodies pressed up to each other &lt;br /&gt;“Am having fun," I say, with a giggle.&lt;br /&gt;“I know that you are having fun.”&lt;br /&gt;We glide all day long, I tell him about my sadness and he&lt;br /&gt;uses horrible metaphors involving the sky and life.&lt;br /&gt;I cry at each one of them like a child.&lt;br /&gt;We hit the ground and go home and make love like waterfalls while listening to the Beatles.&lt;br /&gt;When I awake he leaves a rose.&lt;br /&gt;I go back to yelling into a hole for tourists with a twinkle in my eye.&lt;br /&gt;Look into the sky there are dreams my horse yells mean to strangers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11811335-113199796000030070?l=milkshakes001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkshakes001.blogspot.com/feeds/113199796000030070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11811335&amp;postID=113199796000030070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/113199796000030070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11811335/posts/default/113199796000030070'/><link 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