tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41921445412420962822024-03-18T20:47:22.038-07:00.you and mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10708884699398867946noreply@blogger.comBlogger74125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192144541242096282.post-1849696019627987462011-05-02T09:49:00.001-07:002011-05-02T09:49:56.295-07:00shall we try again? xxxyou and mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10708884699398867946noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192144541242096282.post-21237077621438852932010-09-02T11:44:00.000-07:002010-09-08T06:05:39.668-07:00She is like a cat in the dark, and then she is the darkness.She stops to try and remember old routes, following the crack in the wall to where it meets the green and then she runs.<div><div>Walking alongside her you know her well but she still tries to hide. Under layers of black you begin to lose sight of her until she's gone.</div><div>Now you're lost.</div></div><div><br /></div><div>We've been here before, but this time, its just me. </div>you and mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10708884699398867946noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192144541242096282.post-45477327153211868162010-08-16T08:11:00.000-07:002010-08-27T15:40:56.354-07:00A game of consequencesPatrick was a stocky type of a man. One with a kind face and a warm heart. He met <em>his best friend on a boating trip back in 1986. A dropped oar turned slowly into a quiet friendship- punctuated with letters, drawings and newspaper clippings about natural marvels.<br />Patrick didn't make friends too easily.<br />He found it hard to give his heart to people, he didnt know what would be left for himself if he did. Too often did he turn back around rather then keep going, always cutting his hair instead of letting it grow.</em><div><em>One spring Patrick and Michael, tired of daily routines and silence decided to see some of the world. It was a simple affair, the type where you get on the bus at your doorstep and don't get off until you reach your destination. </em></div><div><em>Michael used to tell me the story at least once a week, i would listen as if it was always the first time. </em></div><div><em><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aE89OeM5nmU&feature=fvst">A soundtrack to a holiday</a>. For that week only it was 1969 again....</em></div><div><i> tiny hearts breaking like muffled church bells. Bread turning stale on the counter. Hands held loosely under tables. And Michael, just a child, watching his grandfather sick with cancer.<br />A summer spent with the curtains drawn, a summer not to be remembered fondly.<br /></i></div><div><i>A tin of travel sweets that sat by a chair remain untouched, the sunday visits carried on. </i><i>Money under carpet tiles in the dining room next to a small wooden cupboard full of condiments and freshly polished shoes by the fireplace. A long space full of somebody else's things, rooms that belonged to other people, rooms that you can't even be sure if they existed anymore. </i></div><div><i><br /></i></div>Michael telling me stories. In Whitby, along the curve of the coast, i felt his quiet shame as his brother pushed his face into the mud. I saw his eyes, white and open against the dirt, his knees pulled up tight behind the dustbin.<br />I heard his mother calling him to dinner, and felt his half grown body rocking back and forth in the rain. We watched the sea pull itself back, like an intake of breath,<br />Michael telling me stories.Hello Matehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15596328904849247445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192144541242096282.post-54587073992406264562010-08-12T00:09:00.000-07:002010-08-15T07:40:56.711-07:00Draw a Portrait of Hayley (if she had very long hair)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhSERBE9EdwJM0EXOy_WKCG0TrHX4KfwWTR6IiReCZ_BNrYpHu6muZoArklmK8G2BP_jHnV-_gcE0D1kxd_7DUA6aY89s6YVj_KPMk5BcptCaCzbfckk1HO2Cszqb8Cn62kU3dahotpGmZ/s1600/catwoman.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhSERBE9EdwJM0EXOy_WKCG0TrHX4KfwWTR6IiReCZ_BNrYpHu6muZoArklmK8G2BP_jHnV-_gcE0D1kxd_7DUA6aY89s6YVj_KPMk5BcptCaCzbfckk1HO2Cszqb8Cn62kU3dahotpGmZ/s400/catwoman.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505646620891841602" /></a><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhSERBE9EdwJM0EXOy_WKCG0TrHX4KfwWTR6IiReCZ_BNrYpHu6muZoArklmK8G2BP_jHnV-_gcE0D1kxd_7DUA6aY89s6YVj_KPMk5BcptCaCzbfckk1HO2Cszqb8Cn62kU3dahotpGmZ/s1600/catwoman.jpg"></a><br />Sorry it's so bad. Faces and general bodies have never been my strong point.</div>you and mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10708884699398867946noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192144541242096282.post-7365595325874737512010-08-11T01:08:00.000-07:002010-08-11T07:26:09.957-07:00Write something about home.Don't use the names of any of the places you've lived.<strong>Playing the victim<br />For far too long<br /><br />A gold coloured box that once made music<br />Now whirs and clunks and stops.<br /><br />Remembering teeth,<br /> hairpins,<br /> dress hooks,<br /> pins and buttons.<br />Laid out like bodies in a graveyard<br />Laid out dead in the sun<br />Pins in the backs of woodlice<br />A psychological warning ignored<br />Waiting always for dad to get home from work<br />Always waiting for dad to come home. </strong>Hello Matehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15596328904849247445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192144541242096282.post-28459910082769393762010-08-01T06:21:00.000-07:002010-08-05T09:00:17.579-07:00Write a poem about Derby. Don't use the word Derby, or any words beginning with s.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXntoaxjBxL9YPTvrW02lzDm9hxs_ytnm1-xDsMNIj73Qm2mnSIwTpiOkmDbFQQhVtxgmB4k5gTkEs1zKABG6BBk7prYKEaeJvQ3WmgT5pSiSp-YJVj2phN9i5-h08jHRiuRYFWoeJqMpP/s1600/old+view.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXntoaxjBxL9YPTvrW02lzDm9hxs_ytnm1-xDsMNIj73Qm2mnSIwTpiOkmDbFQQhVtxgmB4k5gTkEs1zKABG6BBk7prYKEaeJvQ3WmgT5pSiSp-YJVj2phN9i5-h08jHRiuRYFWoeJqMpP/s320/old+view.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501895466008451602" /></a><br /><div><div>May. </div><div>Running risks and growing up fast.</div></div><div>Concrete benches and grassy knolls. Endless days that never turned into night.</div><div>Pointless memories.</div><div><br /></div><div>That was the happiest time. </div><div><br /></div><div>Home was a place to grow from and not look back. Routines to be broken and faces to forget. </div><div><br /></div><div>I left it all on the bench we always used to go to, by the river. </div><div>I took back the necklace, it was the first. </div>you and mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10708884699398867946noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192144541242096282.post-46873029333892702722010-07-28T12:12:00.000-07:002010-07-28T14:34:48.589-07:00For HayleyLooking longingly out of windows and sitting in our assigned positions.<div>This is me and this is you. </div><div><br /><div>I sit and watch whilst your thread catches to build up words. </div><div>Engulfed by wool. You look content.</div><div>This is you. </div><div>Cuts and scratches on bare skin. Empty pages and tired thoughts.</div></div><div>This is me.</div><div><br /></div><div>Looking forwards and never back. This can be us.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Hello Matehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15596328904849247445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192144541242096282.post-56687543840810747392010-07-24T12:29:00.000-07:002010-07-24T12:53:39.416-07:00For Siobhan<strong>The things you tried to bury<br />Won't sleep like you want them to.<br />It's an exhausting way to live,<br />Trees still grow when your eyes are closed<br />It's the hardest thing.<br /><br />At night<br />A conversation between strangers plays out softly.<br />Her voice over his,<br />Over yours over mine<br />Words like tiny fists dig themselves up<br /><br />It starts and it takes a little longer to fall asleep<br />The trees still grow in the garden<br /> </strong>you and mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10708884699398867946noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192144541242096282.post-21225253748712110832010-07-19T15:22:00.000-07:002010-07-20T08:03:21.211-07:00New Flat Drawings<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9i8XolUwW33roMSdkO3x3TER9Yg395SMLIed7Dh7Cjdt0Uub4mN7lYXIn53xobg8HR7jwVqNnitOuNybMyYuLB6Swgnhew50pVvHSPLmcU-QYrS62IzWmzL_xpkLlzVhege_rx-255tQc/s1600/views.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 151px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9i8XolUwW33roMSdkO3x3TER9Yg395SMLIed7Dh7Cjdt0Uub4mN7lYXIn53xobg8HR7jwVqNnitOuNybMyYuLB6Swgnhew50pVvHSPLmcU-QYrS62IzWmzL_xpkLlzVhege_rx-255tQc/s320/views.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496004003645264786" /></a></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoQQLerHkUt_EhqmoJ8MHC5wia4R9iDwXrTnwU_CQM2G2a2rIYtx__3hL5hx8z0nBqw0qLBQZZqq1GfoDkAT8vOLrWP8BEOg_KITAPrFfPgiSln6RAAsJv9LGfYzhbDi8f-Nus3luiIzOx/s1600/garage.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 259px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoQQLerHkUt_EhqmoJ8MHC5wia4R9iDwXrTnwU_CQM2G2a2rIYtx__3hL5hx8z0nBqw0qLBQZZqq1GfoDkAT8vOLrWP8BEOg_KITAPrFfPgiSln6RAAsJv9LGfYzhbDi8f-Nus3luiIzOx/s320/garage.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496003994618061954" /></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicW5Mdc3A9BmNleMoaEh5urI2_WOmKa3kC648oz_7kJjG8mDfK9XmnfqwP9ERCKTmCkDdIolxsLVLTlEFmyYzTRF7nY8gHqj_Kgn-4CPSLj_4hA6OTSssfTVr6eUiq-dep4raRUXxO1HKT/s1600/001.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicW5Mdc3A9BmNleMoaEh5urI2_WOmKa3kC648oz_7kJjG8mDfK9XmnfqwP9ERCKTmCkDdIolxsLVLTlEFmyYzTRF7nY8gHqj_Kgn-4CPSLj_4hA6OTSssfTVr6eUiq-dep4raRUXxO1HKT/s320/001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495746691467929154" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVKaTlMDnSdl0rAa0x4gZ8tqgB2ylZKZJnZLRvQw7f5JSuNQE1i4K5BMTj824sSTdC481MyUUH0MbmvjFxUTFUFmgIKJh8yY3nIDPEXXtIi9veIDWOA3kgIbO-rGTmdPVv7TRDhVP65ic4/s1600/002.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVKaTlMDnSdl0rAa0x4gZ8tqgB2ylZKZJnZLRvQw7f5JSuNQE1i4K5BMTj824sSTdC481MyUUH0MbmvjFxUTFUFmgIKJh8yY3nIDPEXXtIi9veIDWOA3kgIbO-rGTmdPVv7TRDhVP65ic4/s320/002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495746680784888066" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZO-FD31L8Khql6YsbqdEIKnKI4pZ_w03eCzjeUULvyGDf83nDXIx4p8Wa9-Lxl3P2QkZVj0AaNaQvGpdzK2u1nM9J-oTg9uGUA7nf_hsLe3AAXs65Ci9Ga1M1azNyXxr0mZ7WrA_RXKZe/s1600/003.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 259px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZO-FD31L8Khql6YsbqdEIKnKI4pZ_w03eCzjeUULvyGDf83nDXIx4p8Wa9-Lxl3P2QkZVj0AaNaQvGpdzK2u1nM9J-oTg9uGUA7nf_hsLe3AAXs65Ci9Ga1M1azNyXxr0mZ7WrA_RXKZe/s320/003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495746456385911266" /></a></div>you and mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10708884699398867946noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192144541242096282.post-85425742362039849842010-07-14T10:32:00.000-07:002010-07-19T08:29:31.999-07:00The Tree of New Beginnings<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8">
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<br />Grey skies mute and i don't listen anymore.<div>
<br /></div><div>Remembering always. Remembering exactly, this is harder then i said.</div><div><div>When you're gone and i'm gone there will be nothing more.</div></div><div>
<br /></div><div>Remaining silent. Carry the remainder.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>The final time.</div><div>I'm going to miss this.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>Everything can wait. You scared?</div>Hello Matehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15596328904849247445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192144541242096282.post-50797377380464368222010-06-02T13:00:00.000-07:002010-06-02T13:03:00.688-07:00Moving house<strong>A toy cat wearing your dead cat's collar<br />A smack in the face through water</strong>you and mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10708884699398867946noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192144541242096282.post-86412003251136544492010-05-25T14:05:00.000-07:002010-05-25T14:06:37.255-07:00I think a lot of you i do<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRIs3MdliUUaIfJlXxbTW5JQ4HTDjKeXvxsCTFqHkDnG1zbkdCMoOrOxGMl594LRhW-khgYf3VajS9Wib5kSiQIz97Zuo_HOEzBLbMO11sLEMIsoMfL1z3UeGgU2_Cvuqg8WEVxOKIR_ON/s1600/001.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRIs3MdliUUaIfJlXxbTW5JQ4HTDjKeXvxsCTFqHkDnG1zbkdCMoOrOxGMl594LRhW-khgYf3VajS9Wib5kSiQIz97Zuo_HOEzBLbMO11sLEMIsoMfL1z3UeGgU2_Cvuqg8WEVxOKIR_ON/s320/001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475316973962578722" /></a>you and mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10708884699398867946noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192144541242096282.post-90379099494950218332010-04-29T12:46:00.000-07:002010-04-29T12:55:49.207-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCoX-6FrM5801cMh4NyTq4kjwgEiotFBkDIQ1uo8bf_ZidJvr9vsNFWKyI5QHRUmeI9Pq48UNvUWUKAG9RZ8Z5TbrYeJS7ZURbYf5lGy362CuokcmtFhTYDfxpEqZlgi4QJXWIgKNTzol0/s1600/im+really+scared.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; 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height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465650263476291298" />Hello Matehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15596328904849247445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192144541242096282.post-21060037524988873132010-04-26T12:45:00.000-07:002010-04-26T12:47:05.685-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3Za5gY-01zoOsGa_4upvCUijcq5zLbrV7IRCznTd6y44GWMDIDOC3P7y493sOQB8MXdDJyQePJy7pwvDWUK5kI3BwuZ7WXxxLpGIPwC7Svjop6BYGpKzyoZc8AEYcGm5_ePm76EyRduyf/s1600/001.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 390px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3Za5gY-01zoOsGa_4upvCUijcq5zLbrV7IRCznTd6y44GWMDIDOC3P7y493sOQB8MXdDJyQePJy7pwvDWUK5kI3BwuZ7WXxxLpGIPwC7Svjop6BYGpKzyoZc8AEYcGm5_ePm76EyRduyf/s400/001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464534899937883426" /></a>you and mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10708884699398867946noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192144541242096282.post-68105450418356244392010-04-25T15:39:00.000-07:002010-04-26T13:54:23.739-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0bwbAuB07atcy4IHkxRrFLw15dGKo4sBGMoVbArSxxQwWgPjWVAw9lrBmnSrHQq7YXICHBV34e0a-gjSaOj7AJKhsHdai21SRbS9YWBckXz3TmGoz0NxiOMEx3qIcGPVcNwByvvVG62MW/s1600/003.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0bwbAuB07atcy4IHkxRrFLw15dGKo4sBGMoVbArSxxQwWgPjWVAw9lrBmnSrHQq7YXICHBV34e0a-gjSaOj7AJKhsHdai21SRbS9YWBckXz3TmGoz0NxiOMEx3qIcGPVcNwByvvVG62MW/s320/003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464552133367251970" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuT0pyb7RPVfPl7VzJU9Z0dzPW3F6zIlRGGVFophalp9Ck4uEOrNhCEf-Tmk800JTMF7TZc6qMLKZZdqJS9UeKTbaNzjq-lzdJt9nx4fNRt2KAsBSE8Dhr4GLeZKEI-mT0PJJ6eA27IjWT/s1600/dont+stop.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 208px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuT0pyb7RPVfPl7VzJU9Z0dzPW3F6zIlRGGVFophalp9Ck4uEOrNhCEf-Tmk800JTMF7TZc6qMLKZZdqJS9UeKTbaNzjq-lzdJt9nx4fNRt2KAsBSE8Dhr4GLeZKEI-mT0PJJ6eA27IjWT/s400/dont+stop.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER<br />_PHOTO_ID_5464208645830459634" /></a>Hello Matehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15596328904849247445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192144541242096282.post-20057147958434609122010-04-18T13:45:00.000-07:002010-04-18T13:51:04.418-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkdqn8fjpUCeS3uSYulabp7NqM_b6ACcl5KsoGXnZZs4l3Bgt1QeUGuZwL4540WuTu4hNAn5Zdy1VUKx16dABSmgstCTWkyxsJ_r2aDajrXGXf3TA0ZfBlDPUf0oSPcrBouITP-X1XJEpC/s1600/freedom+works.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 390px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkdqn8fjpUCeS3uSYulabp7NqM_b6ACcl5KsoGXnZZs4l3Bgt1QeUGuZwL4540WuTu4hNAn5Zdy1VUKx16dABSmgstCTWkyxsJ_r2aDajrXGXf3TA0ZfBlDPUf0oSPcrBouITP-X1XJEpC/s400/freedom+works.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461582738413564802" /></a>Hello Matehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15596328904849247445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192144541242096282.post-70003526473151335242010-04-11T03:19:00.000-07:002010-04-18T13:39:39.702-07:00<img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWQ9aHbjMh9Jd5B7FCTyIJClvmWcQPzvsTfL808zIByAY3jR418YeCE48rGgi9P5mzuOA3OeX7oeU7dQnbycUNsi3sCUoubxWgfnqhiGYYlzN9MpyA9uohuxLodpg7kKFJq50DEM3S4Dbg/s400/001.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 124px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458822752417844338" /><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0m3MFHz2pSPm0YRnrhA04hOiv_6Ay0NUVH3z-LPoKFTkfbMkU6-CKfqYRXhXuWp2e_noJW21hyEQKVuJHlvjiLNsHGRyBlSvTL2fvkaARUCY20kjHWARCdKblq5WqWNVT-gU5NXx0e0Uu/s400/start.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 290px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461579516220481490" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>you and mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10708884699398867946noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192144541242096282.post-6594003881987773862010-03-31T11:47:00.000-07:002010-04-02T02:06:48.903-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK4Po3rEXLSakAYZ3ffhdZ4_V12cOfDXo4mqc62erhFnsrAQRl8yCTZTgT51hK4AsCYFJXygMiK5XiGQ3BQ0yfQSTlNSA5Cs4heE2S0wC0op6tr-wZBnfdIikP0f_7P1mGsNw8Vlrtuls8/s1600/sundaysky.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK4Po3rEXLSakAYZ3ffhdZ4_V12cOfDXo4mqc62erhFnsrAQRl8yCTZTgT51hK4AsCYFJXygMiK5XiGQ3BQ0yfQSTlNSA5Cs4heE2S0wC0op6tr-wZBnfdIikP0f_7P1mGsNw8Vlrtuls8/s400/sundaysky.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454871748355580962" /></a><br /><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Meet me when the world ends </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">(when all this is over)</span></span></div><br /><br /><br /><strong>When all this is over<br />There will be heart shaped biscuits<br />A cake with your name iced on it in blue<br />And balloons<br /><br />But<br />Until then<br />There is a black crush weighting<br />Something about missing someone<br />And a name it hurts to say<br /><br />And the waiting for all this to be over </strong>Hello Matehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15596328904849247445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192144541242096282.post-48176531368428739112010-03-28T09:11:00.000-07:002010-03-28T09:13:37.959-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOsmA67KBK5WXGfT1HwQP7dcA1K7wVFEOhd_hej6kvFhJS9EmAdk5C0m9a53eW8MBYNj5E5yVA-S4uiURiLznVxQhoHRd_p8OS1DHaY4VNEYsWnfGjqStb14y_R1LptPtSJ7vEyjPF98Ix/s1600/003.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOsmA67KBK5WXGfT1HwQP7dcA1K7wVFEOhd_hej6kvFhJS9EmAdk5C0m9a53eW8MBYNj5E5yVA-S4uiURiLznVxQhoHRd_p8OS1DHaY4VNEYsWnfGjqStb14y_R1LptPtSJ7vEyjPF98Ix/s320/003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453718315672893618" /></a>you and mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10708884699398867946noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192144541242096282.post-4437555023273311252010-03-13T05:34:00.000-08:002010-03-13T06:08:03.084-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf5LrYGWke4IWvlir2harx6CYxb9_bVnxVLju0WxtdElJWjavD1Xh6vfkysAdfN6UUDJWWHiUbaKm1vrtdnY6059eOPMafB-EZFBlKi6pxE1nj68uXwoEdWLpLCUjXKLBfmcHPgCjUnI9j/s1600-h/003.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 306px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf5LrYGWke4IWvlir2harx6CYxb9_bVnxVLju0WxtdElJWjavD1Xh6vfkysAdfN6UUDJWWHiUbaKm1vrtdnY6059eOPMafB-EZFBlKi6pxE1nj68uXwoEdWLpLCUjXKLBfmcHPgCjUnI9j/s320/003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448119880771914994" /></a>you and mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10708884699398867946noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192144541242096282.post-20407194888460342502010-03-05T13:34:00.000-08:002010-03-11T12:16:20.889-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNMIbkpQZGbA-N8kCwqkpryx20qC24Krfn0ZgxirgWBoFpaJ_uvyeAtdDGPmgqCBtL986846sHadPArlxt4cwjbQwJm6gtmFn7NF3sx1h7bn1aeqOxnBHTDa35WjoQp6zHoPnQYuAP1Nzg/s1600-h/IMG_0026.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNMIbkpQZGbA-N8kCwqkpryx20qC24Krfn0ZgxirgWBoFpaJ_uvyeAtdDGPmgqCBtL986846sHadPArlxt4cwjbQwJm6gtmFn7NF3sx1h7bn1aeqOxnBHTDa35WjoQp6zHoPnQYuAP1Nzg/s320/IMG_0026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445266660187178146" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><strong>Learning Spanish<br />Learning how to make everything alright in language<br /><br /><br /></strong><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3NcF3Rrc8F7TGW6QIQBJl3qRVg0YAwx8JimBpAWSMbznTY1IQ548Ep07f_E_4y2SRAa0nBFM-gDIN8dTLNWbGZjkJ7MncPvPkJTSCa7adgLXsFiCOHRyMBlVe5BEA2Hb_p68PWeiPG6rM/s1600-h/sounds.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 116px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3NcF3Rrc8F7TGW6QIQBJl3qRVg0YAwx8JimBpAWSMbznTY1IQ548Ep07f_E_4y2SRAa0nBFM-gDIN8dTLNWbGZjkJ7MncPvPkJTSCa7adgLXsFiCOHRyMBlVe5BEA2Hb_p68PWeiPG6rM/s320/sounds.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447472236047667506" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><strong><span style="font-weight: normal;">Sometimes it's hard to find words in my head. Sometimes there are no words. Just sounds.</span><br /></strong>you and mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10708884699398867946noreply@blogger.com0