<?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-4764140115966834536</id><updated>2011-10-12T02:30:24.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Sweet Treats and Deli Meats"</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://12chesthairsclub.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4764140115966834536/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://12chesthairsclub.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>fastfood_knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263717247471654452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jyr_AYjbMgo/SdAp6gzUPII/AAAAAAAAAAs/rNKtusrRKfM/S220/machineshopsmall.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4764140115966834536.post-2471062066018253705</id><published>2009-04-20T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T11:34:04.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you don't need a rollercoaster to feel this.</title><content type='html'>your on speed dial, i hit the buttons with good intentions. i am greeted by your soft, pale voice. you say "hello, darling". today is already a great day, i don't need a weatherman to tell me.&lt;div&gt;you fill my head with highlights of your life, you give the butterflies in my stomach a reason to fly. you whine to me " come over, i miss you". its so hard to resist, if you were a bad apple i'd still bite into you. i fly to your house, my lips are numb, i cant feel my fingers. who uses blinkers? my gas gauge reads empty but thats not what i am feeling, am i too into you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i question your feelings as i pull up your driveway. as i ring your doorbell the butterflies turn and ask me what i'm doing here? i thought they were on my side. you open the door, my mind drops all rumination as your face appears. i pinch my brain, make sure i'm awake. to record this lovely moment. you grab my hand in a way you've never, you exclaim "come in" your different, i can see it. your shell is the same but your insides are gone. on the couch is when i am enlightened, though crossing my fingers and praying i'm wrong. the ugliest words come from your mouth, " babe, we have to talk". i don't believe it, i get up and plant my Asics  firm on the ground, ready to thrash on your parading life, ready to make you feel tiny in every way. but i wait, i'm steady now. you try to conquer the situation, you flirt with the hair behind your ears. i can tell your nervous, i can tell you don't want to be here. i cry out "just say it already!" the flirting stops and so does my breathing. don't look at me like that, its not fair. i look at you one last time, the highways are empty, the birds are wingless, the people are speechless and the world is waiting for my word. i look at you like never before. you look at you like you never have. calmly i blurt out " i know its hard to look at yourself without a mirror, but do me a favor and remember this moment above all the rest, this spectacular horrid moment that changes everything, you have shoes and your going to have to wear them one day. you're going to wake up and not smell me there, the coffee that you let get cold, i am the book you were never willing to read, and the water that evaporates while your away, you were the knot too stubborn to untie and now you let this relationship die." i am a tree that has fallen in winter, you can plant another but now, you have to watch me leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thank you for your hospitality. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4764140115966834536-2471062066018253705?l=12chesthairsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://12chesthairsclub.blogspot.com/feeds/2471062066018253705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jyr_AYjbMgo/SdAp6gzUPII/AAAAAAAAAAs/rNKtusrRKfM/S220/machineshopsmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4764140115966834536.post-7503633150161472550</id><published>2009-04-11T15:53:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T15:53:43.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tea and crumpets</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="" src="http://x.myspace.com/images/spacer.gif" border="0" height="1" width="30" /&gt;                 &lt;!--- blog subject ---&gt;         &lt;div class="blogSubject"&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;label id="translatedBlogSubject_482598828" style="display: none;"&gt;&lt;/label&gt;                                                                                                                  &lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;!--- blog body ---&gt;                     &lt;div id="pBlogBody_482598828" class="blogContent"&gt;we are swallowed&lt;br /&gt;by the sea of existence.&lt;br /&gt;ridiculed by mankind&lt;br /&gt;on our amateur ambitions.&lt;br /&gt;they glide through the wind&lt;br /&gt;on the ice of royalty,&lt;br /&gt;they grip, where we slip.&lt;br /&gt;we are topic of conversation,&lt;br /&gt;their filet mignon. what they&lt;br /&gt;chew up and spit out. bitterness.&lt;br /&gt;we remain attractive but repulsive.&lt;br /&gt;caught in a world of supply and demand,&lt;br /&gt;they supply the good life&lt;br /&gt;and we demand it.&lt;br /&gt;we dont get it.&lt;br /&gt;none of us do, but me&lt;br /&gt;I wont be the "we"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4764140115966834536-7503633150161472550?l=12chesthairsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://12chesthairsclub.blogspot.com/feeds/7503633150161472550/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jyr_AYjbMgo/SdAp6gzUPII/AAAAAAAAAAs/rNKtusrRKfM/S220/machineshopsmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4764140115966834536.post-904371326262737576</id><published>2009-04-11T15:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T15:53:16.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I as in 'I"</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="" src="http://x.myspace.com/images/spacer.gif" border="0" height="1" width="30" /&gt;                 &lt;!--- blog subject ---&gt;         &lt;div class="blogSubject"&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;label id="translatedBlogSubject_479934299" style="display: none;"&gt;&lt;/label&gt;                                                                                                                  &lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;!--- blog body ---&gt;                     spoon fed baby lies,  turn into thick thighs&lt;br /&gt;airbrushed with the luxury of pop culture&lt;br /&gt;on top of the thick layer of prayer.&lt;br /&gt;remains a chunk of life you cant take out.&lt;br /&gt;the part that staind worse than the whine, the cry.&lt;br /&gt;its your biggest asset, you live by it, you die by it.&lt;br /&gt;its what you hate, its what you love. the taste of&lt;br /&gt;reality at elementary levels. the grind that took place&lt;br /&gt;to smooth out the ends. the buring at the crisp frayed ends&lt;br /&gt;of life, shriveling up and dying, the part of you that was you.&lt;br /&gt;all you knew, and nothing you knew. the part of you&lt;br /&gt;that was never you. now all that remains, is I.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4764140115966834536-904371326262737576?l=12chesthairsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://12chesthairsclub.blogspot.com/feeds/904371326262737576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4764140115966834536&amp;postID=904371326262737576' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4764140115966834536/posts/default/904371326262737576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4764140115966834536/posts/default/904371326262737576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://12chesthairsclub.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-as-in-i.html' title='I as in &apos;I&quot;'/><author><name>fastfood_knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263717247471654452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jyr_AYjbMgo/SdAp6gzUPII/AAAAAAAAAAs/rNKtusrRKfM/S220/machineshopsmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4764140115966834536.post-5901165667952841413</id><published>2009-04-11T15:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T15:52:52.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life without death</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="" src="http://x.myspace.com/images/spacer.gif" border="0" height="1" width="30" /&gt;                 &lt;!--- blog subject ---&gt;         &lt;div class="blogSubject"&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;label id="translatedBlogSubject_473584140" style="display: none;"&gt;&lt;/label&gt;                                                                                                                  &lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;!--- blog body ---&gt;                     &lt;div id="pBlogBody_473584140" class="blogContent"&gt;i missed the way you looked at me,&lt;br /&gt;when nobody was watching.&lt;br /&gt;i kissed the ground you lie under today.&lt;br /&gt;i felt my heart stop to gather its notions.&lt;br /&gt;i should stop breathing, just to see you sooner.&lt;br /&gt;its this pain that radiates, it grows like a tumor.&lt;br /&gt;i remember you so vividly, i thank god for these&lt;br /&gt;memories, if not i would feel like an empty city.&lt;br /&gt;no cars are running, no people are stunning.&lt;br /&gt;you were taken from me without permission and&lt;br /&gt;now i have to fill out that fake prescription.&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to die to seal the deal&lt;br /&gt;but i do want to die to feel you for real.&lt;br /&gt;because you are the only thing that lets me know im alive.&lt;br /&gt;so you whisper in my ear; if you keep on living, i will survive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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death'/><author><name>fastfood_knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263717247471654452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jyr_AYjbMgo/SdAp6gzUPII/AAAAAAAAAAs/rNKtusrRKfM/S220/machineshopsmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4764140115966834536.post-5258899276057808833</id><published>2009-04-11T15:51:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T15:52:26.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>girl i haven't met yet</title><content type='html'>Dear  Miss cellaneous,&lt;br /&gt;  i can see you wherever you stand.&lt;br /&gt;day or night you shine so bright.&lt;br /&gt;i haven't met you yet but i love you.&lt;br /&gt;we haven't spoken but you sound so cute.&lt;br /&gt;intellectual and witty define a fraction of who you are.&lt;br /&gt;your body doesn't consist of huge mountains or deep valleys,&lt;br /&gt;but your hills and highways are beautiful to me. you teach me things&lt;br /&gt;i could never learn if spoken from anyone elses mouth.&lt;br /&gt;my ears cry when your not around. when your eyes coincidentally&lt;br /&gt;disappear as im looking for them. i dont know you, my dear&lt;br /&gt;but i cant wait to meet you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4764140115966834536-5258899276057808833?l=12chesthairsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://12chesthairsclub.blogspot.com/feeds/5258899276057808833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4764140115966834536&amp;postID=5258899276057808833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;img alt="" src="http://x.myspace.com/images/spacer.gif" border="0" height="1" width="30" /&gt;                 &lt;!--- blog subject ---&gt;                                          &lt;!--- blog body ---&gt;                     &lt;div id="pBlogBody_460233669" class="blogContent"&gt;subway cars shake and shatter.&lt;br /&gt;the sway puts a numbness to the mind,&lt;br /&gt;your eyelids gain weight. they drop to the floor.&lt;br /&gt;you are hypnotized, you breathe, you know nobody.&lt;br /&gt;they look at you, some smile, some smell.&lt;br /&gt;you grip the bar a little tighter, your flowing through time.&lt;br /&gt;gliding through the underground of manhattan.&lt;br /&gt;you see life, death, race, culture, gender, emotion, fate.&lt;br /&gt;from the beginning to the end and everything in between,&lt;br /&gt;its a journey through life that lasts minutes.&lt;br /&gt;thats worth more then two dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4764140115966834536-8577938294731631762?l=12chesthairsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://12chesthairsclub.blogspot.com/feeds/8577938294731631762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4764140115966834536&amp;postID=8577938294731631762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4764140115966834536/posts/default/8577938294731631762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4764140115966834536/posts/default/8577938294731631762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://12chesthairsclub.blogspot.com/2009/04/destination-unknown.html' title='destination; unknown'/><author><name>fastfood_knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263717247471654452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jyr_AYjbMgo/SdAp6gzUPII/AAAAAAAAAAs/rNKtusrRKfM/S220/machineshopsmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4764140115966834536.post-8967857005462406099</id><published>2009-04-11T15:50:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T15:51:26.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dairy of a delivery man</title><content type='html'>i ordered take out for us, i got you lo mein.&lt;br /&gt;i know you like it, even though your in pain.&lt;br /&gt;it should be here any minute, don't worry about that.&lt;br /&gt;wipe your tears, i'll clean the smears, your ex is a rat.&lt;br /&gt;he doesn't deserve you, he never did in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;so dry those streams that fall down your pretty little face.&lt;br /&gt;theres something about you i've loved since i was seven.&lt;br /&gt;if i'm not mistaken, being with you is just like heaven.&lt;br /&gt;this isn't a good time to tell you how much i love you, i know that.&lt;br /&gt;but i need to let you know before the food takes your attention.&lt;br /&gt;i want to keep you company till i go out of business,&lt;br /&gt;cure your diseases and aid your sickness.&lt;br /&gt;when we sleep, we listen, i know this to be true.&lt;br /&gt;i hope you heard what i just said to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ms&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4764140115966834536-8967857005462406099?l=12chesthairsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://12chesthairsclub.blogspot.com/feeds/8967857005462406099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jyr_AYjbMgo/SdAp6gzUPII/AAAAAAAAAAs/rNKtusrRKfM/S220/machineshopsmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4764140115966834536.post-8218084708448806707</id><published>2009-04-11T15:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T15:50:52.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>reading the fine print</title><content type='html'>the pizza in the fridge is&lt;br /&gt;crusty and 2 days old.&lt;br /&gt;your sleeping. afraid of waking you,&lt;br /&gt;i cook up a breakfast, a healthy one.&lt;br /&gt;fresh squeezed oranges tells me&lt;br /&gt;that your juice is worth the squeeze.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry for before, what i did was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;i put my heart into the pancake mix&lt;br /&gt;i hope it taste good. the eggs are sunny side up,&lt;br /&gt;just like your smile. even with your morning hair,&lt;br /&gt;i wouldnt trade you in for anything. your tossing&lt;br /&gt;and turning, i'm almost done cooking.&lt;br /&gt;you get up with the mood of last night.&lt;br /&gt;we look at eachother, you make your move.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4764140115966834536-8218084708448806707?l=12chesthairsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://12chesthairsclub.blogspot.com/feeds/8218084708448806707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4764140115966834536&amp;postID=8218084708448806707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4764140115966834536/posts/default/8218084708448806707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4764140115966834536/posts/default/8218084708448806707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://12chesthairsclub.blogspot.com/2009/04/reading-fine-print.html' title='reading the fine print'/><author><name>fastfood_knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263717247471654452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jyr_AYjbMgo/SdAp6gzUPII/AAAAAAAAAAs/rNKtusrRKfM/S220/machineshopsmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4764140115966834536.post-2779161526698703765</id><published>2009-04-11T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T15:50:23.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>let the lady decide</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--- blog body ---&gt;                     &lt;div id="pBlogBody_444772781" class="blogContent"&gt;turned me off like a switch in your system&lt;br /&gt;opened me up and left me to dry&lt;br /&gt;took all my insides out and said goodbye&lt;br /&gt;had me convinced with the way of your words&lt;br /&gt;a little girl with a cute smile from the suburbs&lt;br /&gt;separated by miles, i never thought it to be simple&lt;br /&gt;but complexity and destiny have too much on their plate&lt;br /&gt;and dont get me started on fate, its frayed on the ends&lt;br /&gt;never believed them, their words were no good&lt;br /&gt;but when it happen to me, then i understood&lt;br /&gt;this isnt love, its life. its polluted with bad dreams&lt;br /&gt;of another mans wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ms&lt;/div&gt;                 &lt;!--- blogger's current book/movie/music/games ---&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4764140115966834536-2779161526698703765?l=12chesthairsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://12chesthairsclub.blogspot.com/feeds/2779161526698703765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jyr_AYjbMgo/SdAp6gzUPII/AAAAAAAAAAs/rNKtusrRKfM/S220/machineshopsmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4764140115966834536.post-2325600292861363440</id><published>2009-04-11T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T15:49:54.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>if thoughts could talk, id keep my mouth shut.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="" src="http://x.myspace.com/images/spacer.gif" border="0" height="1" width="30" /&gt;                 &lt;!--- blog subject ---&gt;         &lt;div class="blogSubject"&gt;           &lt;label id="pBlogSubject_436327809"&gt;if thoughts could talk, i’d keep my mouth shut.&lt;/label&gt;&lt;label id="translatedBlogSubject_436327809" style="display: none;"&gt;&lt;/label&gt;                                                                                                                  &lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;!--- blog body ---&gt;                     &lt;div id="pBlogBody_436327809" class="blogContent"&gt;its crazy how life goes on&lt;br /&gt;treating us like sinking stones.&lt;br /&gt;photographs capture the essence of one&lt;br /&gt;emotions rise to the top&lt;br /&gt;they live under your skin.&lt;br /&gt;you can smell the memories&lt;br /&gt;as they make their way to the top&lt;br /&gt;people come and people go&lt;br /&gt;some of us run and some of us know.&lt;br /&gt;its hard to comprehend.&lt;br /&gt;we cannot calculate the future.&lt;br /&gt;for it is unknown. but we can change&lt;br /&gt;the past, to pretend its not what it was&lt;br /&gt;you weren't who you were.&lt;br /&gt;don't live a lie, but don't lie and live.&lt;br /&gt;its a paradox i tell you&lt;br /&gt;no matter how you look at it.&lt;br /&gt;you are the center of the universe&lt;br /&gt;and everything revolves around you.&lt;br /&gt;so don't get on your knees&lt;br /&gt;don't pull your hands together&lt;br /&gt;don't shut your eye lids and bow your head&lt;br /&gt;because migraines are painful reminders&lt;br /&gt;that some of us aren't dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4764140115966834536-2325600292861363440?l=12chesthairsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://12chesthairsclub.blogspot.com/feeds/2325600292861363440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4764140115966834536&amp;postID=2325600292861363440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4764140115966834536/posts/default/2325600292861363440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4764140115966834536/posts/default/2325600292861363440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://12chesthairsclub.blogspot.com/2009/04/if-thoughts-could-talk-id-keep-my-mouth.html' title='if thoughts could talk, id keep my mouth shut.'/><author><name>fastfood_knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263717247471654452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jyr_AYjbMgo/SdAp6gzUPII/AAAAAAAAAAs/rNKtusrRKfM/S220/machineshopsmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4764140115966834536.post-4535753062572152189</id><published>2008-09-15T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T18:19:00.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the only thing that separates us in the space bar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i just wrote this out of what&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was feeling or thinking at that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i am the car that drives you&lt;br /&gt;i am the voice that you hear&lt;br /&gt;i am the soap that cleans you&lt;br /&gt;you are the light in my year&lt;br /&gt;we are the air they breathe&lt;br /&gt;they are the ocean that ripples&lt;br /&gt;we are the sun thats hot.&lt;br /&gt;they are the ice thats melting&lt;br /&gt;i am the space of time&lt;br /&gt;you are the time of space&lt;br /&gt;i am the plane that flies&lt;br /&gt;you are the wind that guides&lt;br /&gt;they are the ground below&lt;br /&gt;they are begging us to visit&lt;br /&gt;we bother our selves&lt;br /&gt;they leave us alone&lt;br /&gt;you are the sight&lt;br /&gt;i have the sore eyes&lt;br /&gt;i am the muscle&lt;br /&gt;you are my goddess&lt;br /&gt;they are the soilders&lt;br /&gt;they obey&lt;br /&gt;we are castles and hierarchy&lt;br /&gt;they fall from the tree&lt;br /&gt;i am the bad news&lt;br /&gt;you are the good news&lt;br /&gt;they are the judge&lt;br /&gt;only good things come in twos &lt;br /&gt;we are kids in the sand&lt;br /&gt;you are my woman&lt;br /&gt;i am your man&lt;br /&gt;you are the strings&lt;br /&gt;i am my fingers&lt;br /&gt;they are the audience&lt;br /&gt;they are the enjoyers&lt;br /&gt;we are the supporters&lt;br /&gt;i am insane&lt;br /&gt;you are in sane&lt;br /&gt;they are out of sane&lt;br /&gt;i am the thumb&lt;br /&gt;you are the lighter&lt;br /&gt;they are the fire&lt;br /&gt;they existed&lt;br /&gt;you are the white&lt;br /&gt;i am the black&lt;br /&gt;they are the grey &lt;br /&gt;they are the colour &lt;br /&gt;i am the salt&lt;br /&gt;you are the pepper&lt;br /&gt;they are the food&lt;br /&gt;they taste so good&lt;br /&gt;we are photography&lt;br /&gt;i am the picture taker&lt;br /&gt;you are the model&lt;br /&gt;you are beautiful&lt;br /&gt;they are the lens&lt;br /&gt;the lens that sees what i see&lt;br /&gt;you are gorgeous&lt;br /&gt;i am honest&lt;br /&gt;they should care&lt;br /&gt;you are the souls of my shoes&lt;br /&gt;i am what laces you together&lt;br /&gt;they are the wood that scream&lt;br /&gt;they are jealous of our freedom&lt;br /&gt;we are proud&lt;br /&gt;i am the city&lt;br /&gt;you are the town&lt;br /&gt;they are the world&lt;br /&gt;yet to be found.&lt;br /&gt;together we leave no room&lt;br /&gt;for separation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4764140115966834536-4535753062572152189?l=12chesthairsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://12chesthairsclub.blogspot.com/feeds/4535753062572152189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4764140115966834536&amp;postID=4535753062572152189' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4764140115966834536/posts/default/4535753062572152189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4764140115966834536/posts/default/4535753062572152189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://12chesthairsclub.blogspot.com/2008/09/only-thing-that-separates-us-in-space.html' title='the only thing that separates us in the space bar'/><author><name>fastfood_knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263717247471654452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jyr_AYjbMgo/SdAp6gzUPII/AAAAAAAAAAs/rNKtusrRKfM/S220/machineshopsmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4764140115966834536.post-3878668012045694306</id><published>2008-09-10T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T23:08:18.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i sense something.</title><content type='html'>something i came up with&lt;div&gt;after meeting a special person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they check the bag and throw it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there's no turning back now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the turbines twist, it opens its arms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we climb sky high into the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we're two hours from our lives&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they all kissed you and said goodbyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no but not me, what a surprise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your sitting and thinking and wondering&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what makes this feeling turn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;missing you has to be worse then this burn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4764140115966834536-3878668012045694306?l=12chesthairsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://12chesthairsclub.blogspot.com/feeds/3878668012045694306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4764140115966834536&amp;postID=3878668012045694306' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4764140115966834536/posts/default/3878668012045694306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4764140115966834536/posts/default/3878668012045694306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://12chesthairsclub.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-sense-something.html' title='i sense something.'/><author><name>fastfood_knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263717247471654452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jyr_AYjbMgo/SdAp6gzUPII/AAAAAAAAAAs/rNKtusrRKfM/S220/machineshopsmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4764140115966834536.post-8128976979185021370</id><published>2008-07-14T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T12:05:03.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>vintage is the word</title><content type='html'>a lot of people living in the billy b are hip, cool, jazzy, funk, or indie. so they shop at vintage old clothes stores, wear other peoples older clothes to look good now. who would have thought...&lt;div&gt;anyways, walking home from the feast yesterday, my brother and i come across this awesome looking vintage store literally visible from our apartment. we mean business. i found some sweet hoodies for the winter season, john told me it was a better idea to wait till it gets cold to buy them though. I did buy a pair of wallabi's though. im wearing them now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news, i am going to t. schreiber today for orientation you can say. i cant wait meet everybody and talk about acting and theory. I feel this is the best step i can take and am taking at the moment. ive never felt so sure about something in these recent months. my brother is also joining me in this fiasco. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there can never be too many brothers in the entertainment business...never.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4764140115966834536-8128976979185021370?l=12chesthairsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://12chesthairsclub.blogspot.com/feeds/8128976979185021370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4764140115966834536&amp;postID=8128976979185021370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4764140115966834536/posts/default/8128976979185021370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4764140115966834536/posts/default/8128976979185021370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://12chesthairsclub.blogspot.com/2008/07/vintage-is-word.html' title='vintage is the word'/><author><name>fastfood_knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263717247471654452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jyr_AYjbMgo/SdAp6gzUPII/AAAAAAAAAAs/rNKtusrRKfM/S220/machineshopsmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4764140115966834536.post-9047862301003500152</id><published>2008-07-13T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T13:15:06.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>leaving florida before it sank</title><content type='html'>so usually i start things and never finish them, but in such an innocent way. Like, my excuse is that i have a horrible memory and forget i started something in the first place. Alot of times i'll forget my username and password to a website i started or something. but here, thats not the issue, i clicked the "remember me!" button. We're good. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I sit and ponder a lot. Look out my window and think; dam its hot outside, why are there so many delivery trucks being worked on? would the neighbors notice if i jumped in their pool? is today the day i get my big break? Aside from dreaming big i also realize how moving to new york was the best decision i've ever made, except for that day back home i decided to go to mcdonalds and buy a big mac. they screwed up and gave me three pieces of meat...but im not complaining. but yeah, im super happy with buying my one way ticket and moving here with no regrets. At first it was hard you know, this place is dirty, everybody is on the run and never notices you. your just a spec in a sea of flowers, nobody will ever find you. now 6 months later i deal with the pros and cons a lot better. also starting at T. Schreiber studio next week to get my training going. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so yes, its true. Im glad i left florida before it sank.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4764140115966834536-9047862301003500152?l=12chesthairsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://12chesthairsclub.blogspot.com/feeds/9047862301003500152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4764140115966834536&amp;postID=9047862301003500152' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4764140115966834536/posts/default/9047862301003500152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4764140115966834536/posts/default/9047862301003500152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://12chesthairsclub.blogspot.com/2008/07/leaving-florida-before-it-sank.html' title='leaving florida before it sank'/><author><name>fastfood_knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263717247471654452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jyr_AYjbMgo/SdAp6gzUPII/AAAAAAAAAAs/rNKtusrRKfM/S220/machineshopsmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4764140115966834536.post-124612586470477358</id><published>2008-07-04T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T22:44:45.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The first of many</title><content type='html'>So this is my very first blog. I used to use myspace, then it became a poetry tool...and now i barely write. So if you don't mind, I am probably going to abuse this page and kind of hit all the subjects and hobbies I partake in. If you're just joining us your late btw... but if you do not know, I moved to New York City about 6 months ago( actually tomorrow will be my 6 month anniversary)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I reside in Williamsburg, Brooklyn which has got to be my favourite place to live thus far. I was living in Astoria, Queens. and I mean, no offense but that place is way to quiet and homey for me. I feel safer around speeding cars and the noisy BQE. I live on top of a pizzeria, I can't complain there. Anyways, this is just a test run to see if Blogger and I can work together to make this thing happen. More soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4764140115966834536-124612586470477358?l=12chesthairsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://12chesthairsclub.blogspot.com/feeds/124612586470477358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4764140115966834536&amp;postID=124612586470477358' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4764140115966834536/posts/default/124612586470477358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4764140115966834536/posts/default/124612586470477358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://12chesthairsclub.blogspot.com/2008/07/first-of-many.html' title='The first of many'/><author><name>fastfood_knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263717247471654452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jyr_AYjbMgo/SdAp6gzUPII/AAAAAAAAAAs/rNKtusrRKfM/S220/machineshopsmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
