<?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-1360341738955928505</id><updated>2012-01-02T19:36:27.624-08:00</updated><category term='winter'/><category term='fall'/><category term='abandoned'/><category term='spoon'/><category term='rich'/><category term='love'/><category term='fantasy'/><category term='spring'/><category term='beach'/><category term='cheese'/><category term='money'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Punk Picasso</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkpicasso.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' 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type='html'>there's a revolution&lt;br /&gt;i can hear it in your hips when you walk&lt;br /&gt;slowly spinning swinging gates&lt;br /&gt;and you taunt with the jiggle in your step&lt;br /&gt;the hop in your stride&lt;br /&gt;and the cigarette in your mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're an ocean&lt;br /&gt;and your body rolls like the waves&lt;br /&gt;when you dance so close&lt;br /&gt;while all the while&lt;br /&gt;low tide carries you away&lt;br /&gt;and high tide brings you back again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you fly my feelings like a kite&lt;br /&gt;then let go like a child releases a balloon&lt;br /&gt;into no man's land for some martian to catch&lt;br /&gt;or maybe it will get stuck in the o-zone&lt;br /&gt;the same way you're stuck&lt;br /&gt;in my thoughts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360341738955928505-9044206882770793066?l=punkpicasso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://www.pavementmagazine.com/larryclark8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360341738955928505.post-7256585655587606215</id><published>2008-01-03T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T22:18:18.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Much, Too Young</title><content type='html'>you don't need high heels to feel tall&lt;br /&gt;you glide down the stairs in your socks&lt;br /&gt;then touch the door know to feel the spark&lt;br /&gt;a flash frolicking over fingertips&lt;br /&gt;even if for a second&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you bat your eyelashes and create hurricanes&lt;br /&gt;you spin around and the world spins with you&lt;br /&gt;then you stop and the clock falls off the shelf&lt;br /&gt;you've stopped time&lt;br /&gt;even if for a second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're a ballerina on a string&lt;br /&gt;i'd wind you up like chatter teeth&lt;br /&gt;to watch you mosey to and fro&lt;br /&gt;and make the dance floor cry&lt;br /&gt;when you decide to call it a night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360341738955928505-7256585655587606215?l=punkpicasso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkpicasso.blogspot.com/feeds/7256585655587606215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360341738955928505&amp;postID=7256585655587606215' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360341738955928505/posts/default/7256585655587606215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360341738955928505/posts/default/7256585655587606215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkpicasso.blogspot.com/2008/01/too-much-too-young.html' title='Too Much, Too Young'/><author><name>Punk Picasso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11028279470837071457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pavementmagazine.com/larryclark8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360341738955928505.post-430346447617029530</id><published>2007-12-26T15:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T15:56:53.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ritter Sport</title><content type='html'>would you like chocolate&lt;br /&gt;for your year sir&lt;br /&gt;end it sweetly without raisins&lt;br /&gt;and bite down on something good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had some cotton candy&lt;br /&gt;at the fair this year&lt;br /&gt;tastes so sweet&lt;br /&gt;but gone before you know it&lt;br /&gt;like a one night stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you agree to be my chocolate&lt;br /&gt;i can be your cherry&lt;br /&gt;we'll drink it down just right&lt;br /&gt;and become everything&lt;br /&gt;we ever wanted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, another year&lt;br /&gt;any may it be full of hazlenuts&lt;br /&gt;to remind you of the bumps in the road&lt;br /&gt;which turn out just as delicious&lt;br /&gt;as something smooth and creamy&lt;br /&gt;like belgian chocolate truffles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360341738955928505-430346447617029530?l=punkpicasso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkpicasso.blogspot.com/feeds/430346447617029530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360341738955928505&amp;postID=430346447617029530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360341738955928505/posts/default/430346447617029530'/><link 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/&gt;are two rose petals&lt;br /&gt;that have wilted and fallen&lt;br /&gt;to lay together forever&lt;br /&gt;on your pearly face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're a winter wonderland&lt;br /&gt;a honeymoon in england&lt;br /&gt;in the snowy season&lt;br /&gt;but when you smile&lt;br /&gt;it's spring again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360341738955928505-3310500832198159763?l=punkpicasso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkpicasso.blogspot.com/feeds/3310500832198159763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360341738955928505&amp;postID=3310500832198159763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360341738955928505/posts/default/3310500832198159763'/><link rel='self' 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grabbed my hands&lt;br /&gt;and we slapped on our dancing shoes&lt;br /&gt;and took off into the twilight&lt;br /&gt;until that road quaked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never thought i'd meet&lt;br /&gt;such a jelly bean of a girl&lt;br /&gt;jumping and hopping&lt;br /&gt;living life like a wild cat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think if i took you to a grocery store&lt;br /&gt;you'd pick out milk and honey&lt;br /&gt;if i took you to a movie show&lt;br /&gt;i think you'd pick a romance&lt;br /&gt;and if i took you on a carnival ride&lt;br /&gt;you'd choose the ferris wheel&lt;br /&gt;because you're on top of the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360341738955928505-1743850730187914223?l=punkpicasso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkpicasso.blogspot.com/feeds/1743850730187914223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://www.pavementmagazine.com/larryclark8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360341738955928505.post-3413068716870241635</id><published>2007-12-11T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T21:18:11.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee is for Closers</title><content type='html'>good morning to you&lt;br /&gt;kick the cat in the doorway&lt;br /&gt;in the kitchen you flip pancakes&lt;br /&gt;so high they stick to the ceiling&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'm one of those pancakes&lt;br /&gt;tried to fly but just got stuck&lt;br /&gt;on God's newly installed plexiglass panel&lt;br /&gt;so you'll never get to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good afternoon to you&lt;br /&gt;shrug off your boots and&lt;br /&gt;put your elbow in the spaghetti&lt;br /&gt;eat up while it's cold&lt;br /&gt;and don't forget to brush the dust&lt;br /&gt;off your teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good evening to you&lt;br /&gt;hope your day was&lt;br /&gt;different&lt;br /&gt;the same&lt;br /&gt;whatever keeps you safe and sane and warm&lt;br /&gt;like socks on your hands&lt;br /&gt;because you lost a mitten&lt;br /&gt;and felt foolish wearing only one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360341738955928505-3413068716870241635?l=punkpicasso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkpicasso.blogspot.com/feeds/3413068716870241635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360341738955928505&amp;postID=3413068716870241635' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360341738955928505/posts/default/3413068716870241635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360341738955928505/posts/default/3413068716870241635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkpicasso.blogspot.com/2007/12/coffee-is-for-closers.html' title='Coffee is for Closers'/><author><name>Punk Picasso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11028279470837071457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pavementmagazine.com/larryclark8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360341738955928505.post-6531024184884195785</id><published>2007-12-10T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T19:54:55.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rude Baby Rude</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;why so high in the sky&lt;br /&gt;with a flock of birds&lt;br /&gt;shattered at the hip&lt;br /&gt;you sail on a broken wing&lt;br /&gt;to no man's land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause all you wanna do is&lt;br /&gt;pull my hair&lt;br /&gt;or break my heart&lt;br /&gt;or break my bones&lt;br /&gt;or make me sad&lt;br /&gt;or make me mad&lt;br /&gt;don't come to me&lt;br /&gt;for charity&lt;br /&gt;your cause is what is lacking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so fly on baby and be a star&lt;br /&gt;you have the keys in the ignition&lt;br /&gt;and you're begging to go far&lt;br /&gt;but don't call me up and ask again&lt;br /&gt;for me to watch your back&lt;br /&gt;any one who knows you&lt;br /&gt;knows you're a shark attack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;send me out to the weather now&lt;br /&gt;out to the cold and i'll limp on&lt;br /&gt;with my ankles docked&lt;br /&gt;and my tail broke&lt;br /&gt;and my nose froze&lt;br /&gt;and all not caring and bunched up&lt;br /&gt;and covered with cloth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;begging like a bag lady at the side of the road&lt;br /&gt;for a sandwich&lt;br /&gt;because that's all a hero really is&lt;br /&gt;and was there ever really a cure&lt;br /&gt;for writer's block?&lt;br /&gt;write on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360341738955928505-6531024184884195785?l=punkpicasso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkpicasso.blogspot.com/feeds/6531024184884195785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360341738955928505&amp;postID=6531024184884195785' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360341738955928505/posts/default/6531024184884195785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360341738955928505/posts/default/6531024184884195785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkpicasso.blogspot.com/2007/12/rude-baby-rude.html' title='Rude Baby Rude'/><author><name>Punk Picasso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11028279470837071457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pavementmagazine.com/larryclark8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360341738955928505.post-6218228956219572666</id><published>2007-12-09T20:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T20:25:44.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sky's Gone Out</title><content type='html'>Oops. Somebody spilled the sky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sway&lt;br /&gt;lean into the wind&lt;br /&gt;lost again and found&lt;br /&gt;but never the same so&lt;br /&gt;sway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sway alone and low and UP&lt;br /&gt;up so high, to the birds, the sky and say&lt;br /&gt;i never meant to betray you&lt;br /&gt;i just stopped caring&lt;br /&gt;so lean&lt;br /&gt;lean on my shoulder and cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tears running down your face&lt;br /&gt;like ice cream across my fingers&lt;br /&gt;melting in the heat&lt;br /&gt;so sway&lt;br /&gt;softly now and sing&lt;br /&gt;sing low&lt;br /&gt;so i can't hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and speak aloud&lt;br /&gt;of your troubles&lt;br /&gt;and spread the news&lt;br /&gt;of how i used&lt;br /&gt;this and that&lt;br /&gt;and how i cheated&lt;br /&gt;this and that&lt;br /&gt;and all about my lies&lt;br /&gt;and truths&lt;br /&gt;and trusts&lt;br /&gt;and loss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i really lose?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360341738955928505-6218228956219572666?l=punkpicasso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkpicasso.blogspot.com/feeds/6218228956219572666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360341738955928505&amp;postID=6218228956219572666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360341738955928505/posts/default/6218228956219572666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360341738955928505/posts/default/6218228956219572666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkpicasso.blogspot.com/2007/12/skys-gone-out.html' title='The Sky&apos;s Gone Out'/><author><name>Punk Picasso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11028279470837071457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pavementmagazine.com/larryclark8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360341738955928505.post-5300730062352092899</id><published>2007-12-06T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T20:25:10.411-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost In The Supermarket</title><content type='html'>laundry outside my house&lt;br /&gt;white sheets hanging out to dry&lt;br /&gt;like the curtains that framed&lt;br /&gt;my bedroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tore them down one day&lt;br /&gt;who needs curtains?&lt;br /&gt;do they really stop people&lt;br /&gt;from looking in?&lt;br /&gt;or do they prevent us from looking out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i met you&lt;br /&gt;i hung the curtians in my mind&lt;br /&gt;snowy white&lt;br /&gt;a border&lt;br /&gt;a message&lt;br /&gt;a signal&lt;br /&gt;i'm hiding&lt;br /&gt;don't come in&lt;br /&gt;i'm frightened&lt;br /&gt;don't come in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but those curtains got torn down too&lt;br /&gt;i let you in by the fire&lt;br /&gt;we roasted marshmellows&lt;br /&gt;burnt the edges&lt;br /&gt;i burnt the curtians too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swept the ashes out the door&lt;br /&gt;caught by the wind&lt;br /&gt;they covered the white sheets&lt;br /&gt;hanging out to dry&lt;br /&gt;like the curtians that framed&lt;br /&gt;my bedroom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360341738955928505-5300730062352092899?l=punkpicasso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkpicasso.blogspot.com/feeds/5300730062352092899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://www.pavementmagazine.com/larryclark8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360341738955928505.post-6926305170057243586</id><published>2007-11-29T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T18:04:25.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Try Not to be Useless</title><content type='html'>dreaming is the best i can do sometimes&lt;br /&gt;to feel that sweet explosion&lt;br /&gt;like a hand down my pants&lt;br /&gt;or a good long sneeze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night, before i fell asleep&lt;br /&gt;i thought to myself&lt;br /&gt;tonight will be a sweet one&lt;br /&gt;and i'll dream of blueberry waffles&lt;br /&gt;walks on the beach&lt;br /&gt;and a rock n' roll cello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet, i'm dreaming awake&lt;br /&gt;of the most mundane things&lt;br /&gt;like brushing my teeth&lt;br /&gt;and eating grits when there's&lt;br /&gt;just no butter to be found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but tonight i'll get to try again&lt;br /&gt;and close my eyes and hope&lt;br /&gt;that i dream of something nice&lt;br /&gt;like flying with the geese,&lt;br /&gt;eating twizzlers,&lt;br /&gt;and long walks to nowhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360341738955928505-6926305170057243586?l=punkpicasso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkpicasso.blogspot.com/feeds/6926305170057243586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360341738955928505&amp;postID=6926305170057243586' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360341738955928505/posts/default/6926305170057243586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360341738955928505/posts/default/6926305170057243586'/><link 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got no rhythm&lt;br /&gt;but i can snap and bend&lt;br /&gt;and  i may have no rhyme&lt;br /&gt;but i can shake and sway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, simple bliss of eating salad&lt;br /&gt;feels like having a million tons&lt;br /&gt;of dried rice being poured down&lt;br /&gt;all over your body while you stand&lt;br /&gt;and spin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, to look at the sunset&lt;br /&gt;sensory overload screams from the trees&lt;br /&gt;and when the colors hit your eye&lt;br /&gt;you stagger as if slapped in the face&lt;br /&gt;with a piece of toast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, to be in love again&lt;br /&gt;not the first time&lt;br /&gt;or the last time&lt;br /&gt;but oh, to be in love&lt;br /&gt;the next closest thing&lt;br /&gt;is to fall into a blender&lt;br /&gt;with strawberries and chocolate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Picasso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11028279470837071457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pavementmagazine.com/larryclark8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360341738955928505.post-128845083719262513</id><published>2007-11-24T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T22:18:24.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Which Way Does The Girl Turn?</title><content type='html'>we are all prostitutes&lt;br /&gt;but especially you&lt;br /&gt;if a single thought in your head&lt;br /&gt;was worth a feast&lt;br /&gt;then a poor man could starve&lt;br /&gt;on a girl like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you've got some nerve&lt;br /&gt;you useless man&lt;br /&gt;there was a song&lt;br /&gt;a bird singing it&lt;br /&gt;but you shot it down&lt;br /&gt;to spare yourself the racket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think if i did point my gun&lt;br /&gt;at your pretty face&lt;br /&gt;and told you, "create a diversion!"&lt;br /&gt;you'd yell, "FIRE!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360341738955928505-128845083719262513?l=punkpicasso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkpicasso.blogspot.com/feeds/128845083719262513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360341738955928505&amp;postID=128845083719262513' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360341738955928505/posts/default/128845083719262513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360341738955928505/posts/default/128845083719262513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkpicasso.blogspot.com/2007/11/which-way-does-girl-turn.html' title='Which Way Does The Girl Turn?'/><author><name>Punk Picasso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11028279470837071457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pavementmagazine.com/larryclark8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360341738955928505.post-9150657926963239716</id><published>2007-11-24T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T22:18:53.421-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poke in the Eye</title><content type='html'>who are you&lt;br /&gt;marbled salamander child&lt;br /&gt;slither up from the depths&lt;br /&gt;just to tease my hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who are you&lt;br /&gt;every time i look at those pictures&lt;br /&gt;i feel that pinch&lt;br /&gt;that pull&lt;br /&gt;that knock on the door&lt;br /&gt;that poke in the eye&lt;br /&gt;and who are you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to think that you can pin the blame&lt;br /&gt;but sir you have no name&lt;br /&gt;no game&lt;br /&gt;no plans&lt;br /&gt;no inhibitions&lt;br /&gt;sir, what you lack is purpose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so dive deep down&lt;br /&gt;beneath the rocks&lt;br /&gt;and cry your&lt;br /&gt;slimy salamander tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i make the air fall apart&lt;br /&gt;like the lyrics in some song&lt;br /&gt;written a thousand times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, to be the cream&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360341738955928505-9150657926963239716?l=punkpicasso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkpicasso.blogspot.com/feeds/9150657926963239716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://www.pavementmagazine.com/larryclark8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360341738955928505.post-6516510373695816480</id><published>2007-11-19T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T18:24:23.282-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Letter From Some Bunny</title><content type='html'>mother bunny's paws are sore&lt;br /&gt;working in the garden&lt;br /&gt;digging up her carrots&lt;br /&gt;to send her sons at war&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mother bunny licks a stamp&lt;br /&gt;wraps it up with lettuce&lt;br /&gt;to send to thomas&lt;br /&gt;fred&lt;br /&gt;and jimmy&lt;br /&gt;paul and lance and george and timmy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mother bunny sits by a fire&lt;br /&gt;all her boys are far away&lt;br /&gt;mother bunny feels so funny&lt;br /&gt;shuts her eyes until another day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360341738955928505-6516510373695816480?l=punkpicasso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkpicasso.blogspot.com/feeds/6516510373695816480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360341738955928505&amp;postID=6516510373695816480' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360341738955928505/posts/default/6516510373695816480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360341738955928505/posts/default/6516510373695816480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkpicasso.blogspot.com/2007/11/letter-from-some-bunny.html' title='A Letter From Some Bunny'/><author><name>Punk Picasso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11028279470837071457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pavementmagazine.com/larryclark8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360341738955928505.post-8945769662906244522</id><published>2007-11-18T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T19:47:22.241-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sun Don't Shine in Your TV</title><content type='html'>hey and phone home&lt;br /&gt;the only thing men don't do&lt;br /&gt;hey and phone home&lt;br /&gt;and what good is that&lt;br /&gt;if you just don't&lt;br /&gt;call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey jude, come on joe&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to show you some things&lt;br /&gt;that you need to know&lt;br /&gt;can i show you a story&lt;br /&gt;of love that lasted&lt;br /&gt;forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things confuse little people&lt;br /&gt;and i find myself to be one of them&lt;br /&gt;living in a flower house&lt;br /&gt;seeing everything and nothing  all at once&lt;br /&gt;hey and phone home now&lt;br /&gt;just gotta chat a while&lt;br /&gt;hey and phone home you&lt;br /&gt;you need me&lt;br /&gt;don't you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the subtle funny thing is how you tell me all the time&lt;br /&gt;you don't want to be with me but still you stand in line&lt;br /&gt;with funky little fingers which get caught tangled hair&lt;br /&gt;you stay until the evening just to tell me you don't care&lt;br /&gt;and if you don't get what you want you say that it's okay&lt;br /&gt;you act like you'll be leaving soon but never go the fuck away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey and phone home&lt;br /&gt;right now baby&lt;br /&gt;tell me you want me or be on your way&lt;br /&gt;hey now and phone home now baby&lt;br /&gt;you wern't really worth it anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360341738955928505-8945769662906244522?l=punkpicasso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkpicasso.blogspot.com/feeds/8945769662906244522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360341738955928505&amp;postID=8945769662906244522' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360341738955928505/posts/default/8945769662906244522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360341738955928505/posts/default/8945769662906244522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkpicasso.blogspot.com/2007/11/sun-dont-shine-in-your-tv.html' title='The Sun Don&apos;t Shine in Your TV'/><author><name>Punk Picasso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11028279470837071457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pavementmagazine.com/larryclark8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360341738955928505.post-2901932992534018126</id><published>2007-11-14T20:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T20:30:09.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stranger Danger</title><content type='html'>holy fool, how you taunt me&lt;br /&gt;sing it out like something you stepped on&lt;br /&gt;leaves crumble under my feet&lt;br /&gt;rustling in resistance&lt;br /&gt;was it really my time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are men of action&lt;br /&gt;lies do not become us&lt;br /&gt;so go lick the edges of tinfoil&lt;br /&gt;and i promise&lt;br /&gt;the results will be very red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay and so&lt;br /&gt;it's clear&lt;br /&gt;that my head&lt;br /&gt;is as empty&lt;br /&gt;as what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a flower pot&lt;br /&gt;a blank slate&lt;br /&gt;a swiss-cheese bucket&lt;br /&gt;a carved pumpkin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's because my brain&lt;br /&gt;is a ufo&lt;br /&gt;sending out some strange silly signals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mindfuck, hello&lt;br /&gt;goodbye and where are you going?&lt;br /&gt;who really knows?&lt;br /&gt;were you ever here?&lt;br /&gt;ohhhhh sunshine&lt;br /&gt;bring on another day&lt;br /&gt;just like yesterday&lt;br /&gt;which is just like tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;or the next day&lt;br /&gt;or the day after that&lt;br /&gt;or the day after that...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360341738955928505-2901932992534018126?l=punkpicasso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://www.pavementmagazine.com/larryclark8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360341738955928505.post-2728659714312565972</id><published>2007-11-13T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T18:25:07.445-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Monday</title><content type='html'>how does it feel&lt;br /&gt;to like a girl like me&lt;br /&gt;it's obvious i know nothing&lt;br /&gt;even though my intentions are good&lt;br /&gt;but you know what they say about&lt;br /&gt;the best laid plans of mice and men&lt;br /&gt;and i was always more of a man&lt;br /&gt;than any other mouse ever was&lt;br /&gt;and i'll try to please you&lt;br /&gt;like a good little one&lt;br /&gt;how does it feel now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360341738955928505-2728659714312565972?l=punkpicasso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://www.pavementmagazine.com/larryclark8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360341738955928505.post-2742499618912361511</id><published>2007-11-06T15:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T16:08:13.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrunchies Not Allowed</title><content type='html'>school bus forest fire&lt;br /&gt;run out of the ashes&lt;br /&gt;a lean liquid&lt;br /&gt;are you ready for it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who to sue?&lt;br /&gt;call her up just to hear her gritty smile&lt;br /&gt;splatter platter&lt;br /&gt;eggs on toast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come now, don't be a hot dog&lt;br /&gt;all wrapped up in a bun&lt;br /&gt;as if you're worth something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360341738955928505-2742499618912361511?l=punkpicasso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://www.pavementmagazine.com/larryclark8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360341738955928505.post-2945601599209318888</id><published>2007-11-05T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T20:20:59.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nerves</title><content type='html'>nerves&lt;br /&gt;gotta love em&lt;br /&gt;that slick slimey sensation&lt;br /&gt;of pure unadulterated terror&lt;br /&gt;even when you feel so good&lt;br /&gt;they just get in the way&lt;br /&gt;nerves&lt;br /&gt;do you like me?&lt;br /&gt;nerves&lt;br /&gt;will i win?&lt;br /&gt;nerves&lt;br /&gt;stage fright, stage fright.&lt;br /&gt;nerves&lt;br /&gt;we need to talk now&lt;br /&gt;nerves&lt;br /&gt;call me when you get this&lt;br /&gt;nerves&lt;br /&gt;nerves&lt;br /&gt;nerves&lt;br /&gt;are we moving too fast?&lt;br /&gt;i haven't thrown up have i? carry on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nerves.&lt;div 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Picasso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11028279470837071457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pavementmagazine.com/larryclark8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360341738955928505.post-5271362896065170258</id><published>2007-11-04T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T20:18:01.437-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rhymes With Orange</title><content type='html'>smile once in a while&lt;br /&gt;turn up the volume&lt;br /&gt;when you blow your nose&lt;br /&gt;you look so slick on the pavement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once in a while, i could believe&lt;br /&gt;that we were meant to be&lt;br /&gt;then i shrug and say&lt;br /&gt;you wern't worth it after all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smile once in a while&lt;br /&gt;it may be your first&lt;br /&gt;your last&lt;br /&gt;and your always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smile for me&lt;br /&gt;like buttah&lt;br /&gt;so smooth&lt;br /&gt;you're creamy white&lt;br /&gt;don't even think about it&lt;br /&gt;you're so soft and lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but only once in a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360341738955928505-5271362896065170258?l=punkpicasso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkpicasso.blogspot.com/feeds/5271362896065170258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360341738955928505&amp;postID=5271362896065170258' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360341738955928505/posts/default/5271362896065170258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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fingernails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's because you can lie&lt;br /&gt;between my teeth&lt;br /&gt;and vanish behind the sheets&lt;br /&gt;in the blink of an eyelash&lt;br /&gt;just like that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360341738955928505-3766475052010580376?l=punkpicasso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkpicasso.blogspot.com/feeds/3766475052010580376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360341738955928505&amp;postID=3766475052010580376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360341738955928505/posts/default/3766475052010580376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360341738955928505/posts/default/3766475052010580376'/><link 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whatever&lt;br /&gt;might be lying on the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rolling down the hillside&lt;br /&gt;tons of colors passing by&lt;br /&gt;my head explodes&lt;br /&gt;my heart implodes&lt;br /&gt;i crumble down&lt;br /&gt;and die&lt;br /&gt;CIA FDA IRA PTA LSD UFO NFL RIP&lt;br /&gt;i am gone and you are gone and we're all gone yeah she said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360341738955928505-5976565439728545670?l=punkpicasso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkpicasso.blogspot.com/feeds/5976565439728545670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360341738955928505&amp;postID=5976565439728545670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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mow your lawn?&lt;br /&gt;and you may not just see it&lt;br /&gt;but i want to shave my head&lt;br /&gt;grow out my leg hair&lt;br /&gt;and date men!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360341738955928505-2163612911070247848?l=punkpicasso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkpicasso.blogspot.com/feeds/2163612911070247848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360341738955928505&amp;postID=2163612911070247848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360341738955928505/posts/default/2163612911070247848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360341738955928505/posts/default/2163612911070247848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;and you're the best friend i could have.&lt;br /&gt;i love waking up because i know there will be jokes at lunch.&lt;br /&gt;laughs, good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i left a note for you today.&lt;br /&gt;just to say, YOU RULE...love Zoe&lt;br /&gt;but it's not because i like you&lt;br /&gt;it's because i care&lt;br /&gt;and because you're such a good friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360341738955928505-8574154884260339007?l=punkpicasso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkpicasso.blogspot.com/feeds/8574154884260339007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360341738955928505&amp;postID=8574154884260339007' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360341738955928505/posts/default/8574154884260339007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360341738955928505/posts/default/8574154884260339007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkpicasso.blogspot.com/2007/10/note-on-crushes.html' title='A Note on Crushes'/><author><name>Punk Picasso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11028279470837071457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pavementmagazine.com/larryclark8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360341738955928505.post-490339895816052199</id><published>2007-10-30T14:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T14:08:33.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi, my name is Zoe and my active ingredient is Uranium</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                     Hi my name is Zoe and i spell my name with two dots over the E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi my name is Zoe and i like to mix sprite with coke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi my name is Zoe and i make bad excuses like, sorry i couldn't hang out, i was busy getting the lining of my nose removed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi my name is Zoe and i can type the speed of light when i get excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi my name is Zoe and the doctor can see you now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi my name is Zoe and i'm busy ruining my life so please leave a message after the beep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi my name is Zoe and fart jokes crack me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi my name is Zoe and i'm the surrogate mother for Rosemary's baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi my name is Zoe and if homosexuality is a disease i'm calling in queer to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi my name is Zoe and i collect horse shoes, rocks, and cell phone chargers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi my name is Zoe give me directions to where you live and i'll be there in ten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi my name is Zoe and i love to be loved and like to hold hands with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi my name is Zoe and i hate my sense of humor because i don't have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi my name is Zoe and i'm signing out of consciousness for the evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360341738955928505-490339895816052199?l=punkpicasso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkpicasso.blogspot.com/feeds/490339895816052199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360341738955928505&amp;postID=490339895816052199' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360341738955928505/posts/default/490339895816052199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360341738955928505/posts/default/490339895816052199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkpicasso.blogspot.com/2007/10/hi-my-name-is-zoe-and-my-active.html' title='Hi, my name is Zoe and my active ingredient is Uranium'/><author><name>Punk Picasso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11028279470837071457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pavementmagazine.com/larryclark8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360341738955928505.post-5014683924122279371</id><published>2007-10-30T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T05:30:19.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Grows The Violets</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                         i'm a living wreck-- but i'm not from Tooting Bec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come on, shoot me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kick me in the face. punch me. hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please, please, choke me until my face turns blue, and then release me, so i can gasp for breath like a fish out of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish you would just have balls enough to tell me how much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how much for that shirt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how much for re constructive surgery on your nose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how much more can i take?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how much money do you have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how much am i worth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey hey, pretty lady, walk into that room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey hey lady, every time you enter a room it feels like someone's left it, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey hey pretty, you pretty little thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey sweetness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eat your fucking words, choke and die, beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you.&lt;br /&gt;i want you.&lt;br /&gt;i want me.&lt;br /&gt;i love me.&lt;br /&gt;i want to kill you.&lt;br /&gt;i want to kill me.&lt;br /&gt;think we could do it at the same time so our souls can rise up together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rise up.&lt;br /&gt;you gotta rise and shine sweetheart, because the world loves you!!!&lt;br /&gt;...they just don't know you exist...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, live, learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lie?&lt;br /&gt;lie still.&lt;br /&gt;don't move your head now, because i want to show you something.&lt;br /&gt;it's called summertime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girls get so dumb.&lt;br /&gt;dumber in the summer.&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i even awake? do i feel okay? do people like me? am i here? am i there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i dr. seuss? seems like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay pretty baby take it slow&lt;br /&gt;slowly now or you'll hurt your pretty little face and then where will we be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360341738955928505-5014683924122279371?l=punkpicasso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkpicasso.blogspot.com/feeds/5014683924122279371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360341738955928505&amp;postID=5014683924122279371' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360341738955928505/posts/default/5014683924122279371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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i jumped off a cliff with an invisible noose around my neck, and right when i was about to die, someone yanked me back up with a rude tug and yelled, WAIT-- THERE'S MORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i kind of feel like&lt;/b&gt; i sold my soul for money then tried to buy it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i kind of feel like&lt;/b&gt; someone swallowed me whole then flushed straight down the crapper into no man's land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i kind of feel like&lt;/b&gt; rust flavoured ice cream scraped off a plate after a birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i kind of feel like&lt;/b&gt; a broken telephone broadcasting a sos to the invisible listener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i kind of feel like&lt;/b&gt; an empty room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a flower pot.&lt;br /&gt;a broken chair.&lt;br /&gt;dirty underwear.&lt;br /&gt;shattered plates.&lt;br /&gt;a hotel room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a girl, yawning lazily to no one in particular... about nothing. she sighs, slowly, and nibbles at a hangnail as she stares into space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a girl, skinny shoulders, skinny legs. green eyes, sallow smile, fragile ribs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a girl, special delivery, on your doorstep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a girl, a waitress, a stewardess, a laundress. your wife, friend, mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a girl, staring up at the full moon and wondering if the man is staring back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a girl, mousy brown from the sun shining carelessly across her shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a girl. she's just a girl, after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you take care not to blame her, but to protect her.&lt;br /&gt;save her from the world you live in.&lt;br /&gt;shelter her from unknowns and dangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't blame the girl.&lt;br /&gt;don't blame the girl for the loss of innocence.&lt;br /&gt;crimson and clover.&lt;br /&gt;daisies to roses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360341738955928505-1131117628843663771?l=punkpicasso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkpicasso.blogspot.com/feeds/1131117628843663771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360341738955928505&amp;postID=1131117628843663771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360341738955928505/posts/default/1131117628843663771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360341738955928505/posts/default/1131117628843663771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkpicasso.blogspot.com/2007/10/streams-of-free-flowing-thoughts-in.html' title='Streams of Free-Flowing Thoughts in a Cage'/><author><name>Punk Picasso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11028279470837071457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pavementmagazine.com/larryclark8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360341738955928505.post-4896843187497287259</id><published>2007-10-29T16:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T16:40:57.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love + Rockets</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh, oh, i.&lt;br /&gt;just don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;i just can't live.&lt;br /&gt;without your smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and maybe that's the reason.&lt;br /&gt;why i'm feeling so blue.&lt;br /&gt;and maybe that's the reason.&lt;br /&gt;i can't get closer to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, dave, dan, and kev.&lt;br /&gt;oh, love and rockets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, oh.&lt;br /&gt;repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, little lady.&lt;br /&gt;oh, come sit on my lap.&lt;br /&gt;oh, you're getting so tall and awfully heavy these days.&lt;br /&gt;oh, i just can't lift you anymore, due to my bad back.&lt;br /&gt;oh, i'm sorry, don't cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't cry little girl.&lt;br /&gt;dream on.&lt;br /&gt;your dreams are beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;you dream of the city.&lt;br /&gt;but look where you are!&lt;br /&gt;look, stuck, like a moth drawn to the flame.&lt;br /&gt;the ant in the pudding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such a sweet trap, the city is.&lt;br /&gt;sweet, sweet, you go there only to get&lt;br /&gt;sucked in&lt;br /&gt;to the streets, until your sense of direction fails and you're left&lt;br /&gt;whirlpooling&lt;br /&gt;down, down, down to where people just arn't friendly anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you can't be blamed&lt;br /&gt;for your big city dreaming&lt;br /&gt;because you don't know better&lt;br /&gt;it makes you feel so alive&lt;br /&gt;so alive and refreshed&lt;br /&gt;and maybe so huge you find yourself&lt;br /&gt;wanting to SCREAM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scream to the big&lt;br /&gt;the huge&lt;br /&gt;scream to the streets&lt;br /&gt;the alleys&lt;br /&gt;scream to the people&lt;br /&gt;the scum&lt;br /&gt;scream to the world&lt;br /&gt;the city&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so big. you can't even imagine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360341738955928505-4896843187497287259?l=punkpicasso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkpicasso.blogspot.com/feeds/4896843187497287259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360341738955928505&amp;postID=4896843187497287259' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360341738955928505/posts/default/4896843187497287259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360341738955928505/posts/default/4896843187497287259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkpicasso.blogspot.com/2007/10/love-rockets.html' title='Love + Rockets'/><author><name>Punk Picasso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11028279470837071457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pavementmagazine.com/larryclark8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360341738955928505.post-5457294982322249302</id><published>2007-10-28T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T09:55:30.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Nerdy Short Story</title><content type='html'>Today i went to star bucks in the bookstore, and while i was walking around in the bookstore i happened across a cute nerd and that nerd was so cute i just had to smile and so he smiled back and i kept looking for books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i realized i was kind of stalking the nerd subconsciously, either that or he was stalking me and that was fine and all but we kept running into each other and i kept smiling because god he was such a nerd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went to go get some coffee and the guy at the counter was all like have some cake but i don't want some cake and where is that nerd anyway so i paid for my coffee and sat in a location that was situated so i could nerd-watch and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then just when i was about to give up hope there was that gosh darn nerd again with his stupid glasses all smiling at me and of course i had to smile back and stuff because who the hell doesn't smile at a nerd?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he vanished! i went back to reading my book which of course that dumb star bucks guy asked me about like what are you reading when the cover clearly states the title so that was silly but i was too busy being sad because i lost my nerd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he reappeared! my nerd my nerd i was so happy because there he was all grinning and looking cheesy with those silly glasses and curly hair and i was like gosh you nerd and then he walked right past me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then that nerd walked right past me and put on an apron!!! that nerdy guy worked at star bucks. he was nerdalicious so i made a big deal out of returning my coffee cup but of course that dumb bunny coffee guy was like ha yeah i'll take that from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was like you'd like to take more than just my cup wouldn't you maybe take my body and ravage it but it was okay because i saw that silly nerdy guy and i was like wow what a nerd and i just had to smile again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, nerdy Starbucks guys. How you taunt me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360341738955928505-5457294982322249302?l=punkpicasso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkpicasso.blogspot.com/feeds/5457294982322249302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360341738955928505&amp;postID=5457294982322249302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360341738955928505/posts/default/5457294982322249302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360341738955928505/posts/default/5457294982322249302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkpicasso.blogspot.com/2007/10/nerdy-short-story.html' title='A Nerdy Short Story'/><author><name>Punk Picasso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11028279470837071457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pavementmagazine.com/larryclark8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360341738955928505.post-6868383289292416689</id><published>2007-10-27T20:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T20:54:56.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hommage to Becca</title><content type='html'>you, my dear little feline&lt;br /&gt;were a dirty cat&lt;br /&gt;i miss you so,&lt;br /&gt;even though your purrbox was broken&lt;br /&gt;your fur was matted&lt;br /&gt;and you drooled on my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you rubbed dirt all over on my knees&lt;br /&gt;then ran into the sewer&lt;br /&gt;but who could blame you?&lt;br /&gt;evicted from home!&lt;br /&gt;sent to the streets after 14 years!&lt;br /&gt;enough to give anyone a bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then-- not a new home&lt;br /&gt;but people who only left out food&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Becca, they did not deserve you&lt;br /&gt;even though you smelled funny&lt;br /&gt;your eyes were bright&lt;br /&gt;even if they were mean, too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becca, Becca, you were always the best&lt;br /&gt;of the Kitty Mafia on Middlebrook&lt;br /&gt;I like to think you died in a brawl&lt;br /&gt;or a knife fight&lt;br /&gt;you always had heart&lt;br /&gt;even if you didn't have any claws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Becca, know that i am thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;and think you are a wise cat&lt;br /&gt;if never where you a wealthy cat&lt;br /&gt;but i hope now, in kitty heaven&lt;br /&gt;which looks like a spot&lt;br /&gt;on the rug in front of a fireplace&lt;br /&gt;somewhere very far from here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIP, Becca. You were always a good cat, even if they didn't appreciate you. We were all shocked and hurt by your death, but hopefully you've moved up on the chain of life into something better- say a Siamese (but not a Siamese like Scooby. He didn't appreciate you either, the bastard.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mad love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360341738955928505-6868383289292416689?l=punkpicasso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkpicasso.blogspot.com/feeds/6868383289292416689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360341738955928505&amp;postID=6868383289292416689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360341738955928505/posts/default/6868383289292416689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360341738955928505/posts/default/6868383289292416689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkpicasso.blogspot.com/2007/10/hommage-to-becca.html' title='Hommage to Becca'/><author><name>Punk Picasso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11028279470837071457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pavementmagazine.com/larryclark8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360341738955928505.post-6727693016741634775</id><published>2007-10-27T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T20:41:39.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm A Color Reporter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                     rose city on the 409&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work at night is so eerie&lt;br /&gt;i can almost hear the voices of those&lt;br /&gt;and when i sweep the dust billows to take their shapes&lt;br /&gt;a hand&lt;br /&gt;a face&lt;br /&gt;lips&lt;br /&gt;mouth&lt;br /&gt;tongue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a hello and how are you&lt;br /&gt;fine, but who are you and i think you know&lt;br /&gt;just another&lt;br /&gt;wade in the water children&lt;br /&gt;just another&lt;br /&gt;slash across my back&lt;br /&gt;and just another&lt;br /&gt;life thrown away out to the fields forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you're the one from the back&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;don't hurt me&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't hurt someone who works like you&lt;br /&gt;we are the same person&lt;br /&gt;you know&lt;br /&gt;different colors&lt;br /&gt;different times&lt;br /&gt;same place&lt;br /&gt;forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tobacco fields to hay fields&lt;br /&gt;crimson and clover&lt;br /&gt;forever and ever and over and over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, goodnight&lt;br /&gt;and thanks.&lt;br /&gt;and i hope we meet again.&lt;br /&gt;stranger from another time.&lt;br /&gt;sad eye'd lady of the lowlands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360341738955928505-6727693016741634775?l=punkpicasso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkpicasso.blogspot.com/feeds/6727693016741634775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360341738955928505&amp;postID=6727693016741634775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360341738955928505/posts/default/6727693016741634775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360341738955928505/posts/default/6727693016741634775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkpicasso.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-color-reporter.html' title='I&apos;m A Color Reporter'/><author><name>Punk Picasso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11028279470837071457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pavementmagazine.com/larryclark8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360341738955928505.post-1579112098875576708</id><published>2007-10-25T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T21:19:55.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the internet community frowns upon your shenanigans!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                     love&lt;br /&gt;like ice cream&lt;br /&gt;a soft force thrown out to the clouds&lt;br /&gt;and i just can't help it&lt;br /&gt;but i like you&lt;br /&gt;and i want you to tuck me in tonight&lt;br /&gt;warm air on your cheek&lt;br /&gt;touch turn listen&lt;br /&gt;because i like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't describe the feelings&lt;br /&gt;of a thousand hockey games&lt;br /&gt;and hot dogs in the park&lt;br /&gt;but lets stop dreaming- this is durham&lt;br /&gt;so maybe we can grab coffee sometime&lt;br /&gt;because i like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not quite sure how to tell you&lt;br /&gt;i like your face&lt;br /&gt;your smile could melt butter&lt;br /&gt;three rooms away&lt;br /&gt;i like your eyes&lt;br /&gt;i want to grab you by the collar&lt;br /&gt;and kiss you on the mouth&lt;br /&gt;because i like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i want to yell&lt;br /&gt;turn that frown upside down!&lt;br /&gt;because you are so golden&lt;br /&gt;like a sunny-side up&lt;br /&gt;for brunch with a side of bagels&lt;br /&gt;do you want to come over?&lt;br /&gt;we can watch movies&lt;br /&gt;because i like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like you.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why but i like you.&lt;br /&gt;i just like you.&lt;br /&gt;i can't help it but i like you.&lt;br /&gt;i like you.&lt;br /&gt;i like you.&lt;br /&gt;i like you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360341738955928505-1579112098875576708?l=punkpicasso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkpicasso.blogspot.com/feeds/1579112098875576708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360341738955928505&amp;postID=1579112098875576708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360341738955928505/posts/default/1579112098875576708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360341738955928505/posts/default/1579112098875576708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkpicasso.blogspot.com/2007/10/internet-community-frowns-upon-your.html' title='the internet community frowns upon your shenanigans!'/><author><name>Punk Picasso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11028279470837071457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pavementmagazine.com/larryclark8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360341738955928505.post-8018456427901724926</id><published>2007-10-25T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T15:35:49.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KIDS</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;hey c'mon lets ruin our lives a little&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;i mean thats all i really wanna do&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;give me money&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;give me sex&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;give me drugs&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;and fun&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;because thats where it's at, right?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;thats what it's all really about right?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;i want to get sick and throw up&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;all over the fucking floor&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;and lie in it a while.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;lets get fucked up.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;i'll bring the booze.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;you bring the girls.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;and i'll call some guy&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;who knows a guy&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;who knows a guy&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;and get the hook ups and shit&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;who the fuck needs school or work&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;i just want to get drunk&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;and fuck around with people i don't know&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;and maybe get some odd sickness&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;that there's no cure for&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;and look to my left and you're lying&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;in a puddle of your own fucking piss&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;get raped&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;black out&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;smoke a joint&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;get up&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;shower&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;start the day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360341738955928505-8018456427901724926?l=punkpicasso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkpicasso.blogspot.com/feeds/8018456427901724926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360341738955928505&amp;postID=8018456427901724926' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360341738955928505/posts/default/8018456427901724926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360341738955928505/posts/default/8018456427901724926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkpicasso.blogspot.com/2007/10/kids.html' title='KIDS'/><author><name>Punk Picasso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11028279470837071457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pavementmagazine.com/larryclark8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
