<?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-21359886</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:25:49.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cross My Heart And Kiss My Elbow</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcancrossmyheartkissmyelbow.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21359886/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcancrossmyheartkissmyelbow.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>funnyface</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502168827408070240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21359886.post-113903890053253403</id><published>2006-02-03T23:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T18:49:26.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Red Red</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5346/2159/1600/kiki-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5346/2159/320/kiki-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIONA APPLE LYRICS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Red Red Red"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand about complementary colors&lt;br /&gt;And what they say&lt;br /&gt;Side by side they both get bright&lt;br /&gt;Together they both get gray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he's been pretty much yellow&lt;br /&gt;And I've been kinda blue&lt;br /&gt;But all I can see is&lt;br /&gt;Red, red, red, red, red now&lt;br /&gt;What am I gonna do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand about&lt;br /&gt;Diamonds and why men buy them&lt;br /&gt;What's so impressive about a diamond&lt;br /&gt;Except the mining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's dangerous work&lt;br /&gt;Trying to get to you too&lt;br /&gt;And I think if I didn't have to&lt;br /&gt;Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill myself doing it&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I wouldn't think so much of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching all the time&lt;br /&gt;And I still can't find the tack&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna know is it okay&lt;br /&gt;Is it just fine&lt;br /&gt;Or is it my fault&lt;br /&gt;Is it my lack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand about&lt;br /&gt;The weather outside&lt;br /&gt;Or the harmony in a tune&lt;br /&gt;Or why somebody lied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's solace a bit for submitting&lt;br /&gt;To the fitfully cryptically true&lt;br /&gt;What's happened has happened&lt;br /&gt;What's coming is already on its way&lt;br /&gt;With a role for me to play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand&lt;br /&gt;I'll never understand&lt;br /&gt;But I'll try to understand&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing else I can do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21359886-113903890053253403?l=youcancrossmyheartkissmyelbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcancrossmyheartkissmyelbow.blogspot.com/feeds/113903890053253403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21359886&amp;postID=113903890053253403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21359886/posts/default/113903890053253403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21359886/posts/default/113903890053253403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcancrossmyheartkissmyelbow.blogspot.com/2006/02/red-red-red.html' title='Red Red Red'/><author><name>funnyface</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502168827408070240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21359886.post-113860850445892034</id><published>2006-01-29T23:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T00:11:53.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you Awake?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5346/2159/1600/layout.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5346/2159/320/layout.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many realities, each of our own, which is alot and ?the one universial reality that is outside of ourselves? Im not really sure if im awake, or always sleeping, in a dream, in my head. But all that I do know is that my world sure feels dead, draining.&lt;br /&gt;I hope to feel something new, feel something real, feel happiness again.&lt;br /&gt;" We get little amounts of joy here and there to remind us what happiness is, after all those times of pain and doubt so that we will remember what we are reaching for" the words of a reggae hippie druggie old black man I spoke to weeks ago at the coffee shop downtown as he said he noticed my eyes were foggy ( not in the present and focusing on whats inthe back of my mind) as he first came over to me to say hello.&lt;br /&gt;So are we only allowed to experience a few moments of joy here and there or is that just a reality?&lt;br /&gt;I dont know if I am strong enough to make my own and keep it alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21359886-113860850445892034?l=youcancrossmyheartkissmyelbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcancrossmyheartkissmyelbow.blogspot.com/feeds/113860850445892034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21359886&amp;postID=113860850445892034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21359886/posts/default/113860850445892034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21359886/posts/default/113860850445892034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcancrossmyheartkissmyelbow.blogspot.com/2006/01/are-you-awake.html' title='Are you Awake?'/><author><name>funnyface</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502168827408070240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21359886.post-113797990934726207</id><published>2006-01-22T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T10:34:15.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5346/2159/1600/untitled.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5346/2159/400/untitled.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well theres me there to the left with the dark hair, i dont have a digital camera so I just have to use the one I get.&lt;br /&gt;Id have to say that i have been and still am like that girls character in that movie lost in translation. World weary.&lt;br /&gt;" your world is your mind" Was how the Taro cards described this time of my life. A man knealing on the ground holding his head, with rays of bright streaming light came out of his ears eyes and screaming mouth. Yea. It kinda feels like that. I have been to one of the shrinks or therapists, but there two businessy for me and keep sponsering those cocaine pills- or sorry i mean depressants.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5346/2159/1600/2004-02-01_lostintranslation.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5346/2159/400/2004-02-01_lostintranslation.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking with the therapst that i could not connect with about the thoughts of my mind made my mind turn into a painful storm even more afterword. I cancelled that, and I have been cancelling trust or reliance on freindships as well. If feels better(?) alone, well it feels less insane, i less realise how much I am falling apart. Like the movie I have or had a very close relationship with a man twice my age, many people thought he was my father. The connection was so real and life changing that I finally have tasted something new and real of life for only a half of a year, but the experience made me compare and contrast, realize, who I have been and who I am now, and more understanding of what I am going through and why I have felt I was so different from everyone else for so long, but have found I am not at all. I have met and seen so many people who seem to be or have been going through or feeling the same. I have always wondered why I felt I could never see myself with anyone or feel attracted with anyone my own age, but of course I realized all of these things as the connection that changed my life was tearing away through me until it disappeared, through miss communication. Yes I am young, but it is tearifying, it was mind shattering, physically, spiritally, mentally, shattering. I am remembering the feelings, of the so many years I have had before. I am remembering the me I have always known. And I am understanding more. I dont want to only feel free and happy just by relying on a connection with someone.  The connection took away the &lt;em&gt;lost in translation feelings&lt;/em&gt; and brought a world that all life should only be. I want to have that world on my own, it has been 5 months that has past but feels as a lifetime, I dont know how long I can wait.  I am afraid.&lt;br /&gt;17 units, volunteer work, college applications, job searching, have all that has came into 5 months.&lt;br /&gt;My yoga teacher said to the class : breath out the negative and let in the positive, it is your choice and there is no one that can do it for you.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know how long I can wait.&lt;br /&gt;My yoga teacher said to the class: You can change your perspective, and look at life in a new way to open up and see all the possibilites that where there hiding for you.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know how to.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know how long I can wait&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21359886-113797990934726207?l=youcancrossmyheartkissmyelbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcancrossmyheartkissmyelbow.blogspot.com/feeds/113797990934726207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21359886&amp;postID=113797990934726207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21359886/posts/default/113797990934726207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21359886/posts/default/113797990934726207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcancrossmyheartkissmyelbow.blogspot.com/2006/01/well-theres-me-there-to-left-with-dark.html' title=''/><author><name>funnyface</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502168827408070240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21359886.post-113797695830012719</id><published>2006-01-22T16:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T16:42:38.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5346/2159/1600/DSC00661_230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5346/2159/320/DSC00661_230.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigghhh so strange so crazy- it seems like everyone is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;stuck&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- is hanging on a thread for something to make life more- that more people need more &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;real connections&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- that people are clossing in and loosing contact with others- intoversion is everywhere! Peoples spirits cant make it alone out there! not even those people in wooden lodged houses in the middle of nowwhere isolated by everyone and everything are sane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21359886-113797695830012719?l=youcancrossmyheartkissmyelbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcancrossmyheartkissmyelbow.blogspot.com/feeds/113797695830012719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21359886&amp;postID=113797695830012719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21359886/posts/default/113797695830012719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21359886/posts/default/113797695830012719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcancrossmyheartkissmyelbow.blogspot.com/2006/01/long-day.html' title='Long Day'/><author><name>funnyface</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502168827408070240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
