tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370289138038671462024-03-13T23:55:09.297-07:00between bees and werewolvespoppy!http://www.blogger.com/profile/06098683193707758115noreply@blogger.comBlogger32125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2337028913803867146.post-55297166047572052702010-09-19T16:34:00.000-07:002010-09-19T16:45:16.521-07:00.you're the recent lesson that i've learned<br><br /><br><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNjw8lYGMn4/TJafCxR3CVI/AAAAAAAAAFs/5bf1Se-AyAE/s1600/ad.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNjw8lYGMn4/TJafCxR3CVI/AAAAAAAAAFs/5bf1Se-AyAE/s320/ad.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518773263325923666" /></a><br /><center>When it's over, it's over --<br />but it never feels over<br />when you just<br />haven't<br />gotten<br />over it<br />yet<br /><br />If wishes were fishes...<br /><br /><i>And it's impossible for a human<br />to be a fish.</i></center><br /><center><span style="font-size:78%;"><i>bits of "Get get get get get over it." by <a href="http://AVolatileCalm.deviantart.com/">AVolatileCalm</a></i></span></center><br /><br><br /><br>poppy!http://www.blogger.com/profile/06098683193707758115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2337028913803867146.post-69134282581510217752010-06-26T03:48:00.000-07:002010-06-26T04:11:00.731-07:00.oh let me have it, let me grab your soul away<br><br /><br><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;">..And I, nearly extinct,<br /> His three teeth cutting</div><p style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"> Themselves on my thumb -<br /> And the star,<br /> The old story.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" >sylvia plath</span><br /></p><br /><br><br /><center><object width="300" height="245"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2fjoabzDArU&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2fjoabzDArU&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="245"></embed></object></center><br /><br><br /><br>poppy!http://www.blogger.com/profile/06098683193707758115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2337028913803867146.post-82429200716365686392010-05-07T10:45:00.000-07:002010-05-07T10:51:33.708-07:00.truly there would be reason to go mad were it not for music<br><br /><br><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VNjw8lYGMn4/S-RR73XogqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/6KObP2gHAug/s1600/tchaikovsky10-hp.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 118px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VNjw8lYGMn4/S-RR73XogqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/6KObP2gHAug/s320/tchaikovsky10-hp.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468585936451830434" /></a><br /><br><br /><br><br /><center><object width="300" height="245"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rx8cCLumV10&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rx8cCLumV10&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="245"></embed></object><br><br />♥</center><br /><br><br /><br>poppy!http://www.blogger.com/profile/06098683193707758115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2337028913803867146.post-56107131651675558282010-04-20T03:35:00.000-07:002010-04-20T04:08:09.255-07:00.we’re born into vanity, bones feeling everything<br><br /><br><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNjw8lYGMn4/S82J2L70usI/AAAAAAAAAFM/_2VVT4HFGg8/s1600/twd.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNjw8lYGMn4/S82J2L70usI/AAAAAAAAAFM/_2VVT4HFGg8/s400/twd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462173487079930562" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><i>the walking dead</i></span><br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Someone once told me<br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">that the grieving process<br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">could be the kind of dance<br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">that starts off slow,<br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">quickens its pace,<br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">and then sends you sprawling<br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">through the air right when you thought<br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">you were going to forget<br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">to pirouette twice before bowing out.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><i>that's right,</i><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">we're going to be lyrebirds,<br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">and our first dance<br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">could have been in Heaven<br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">and our last will be<br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">in some Australian forest.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><i>bits of "lyrebird" by <a href="http://solaces.deviantart.com/">solaces</a></i></span><br /></div><br /><br><br /><br>poppy!http://www.blogger.com/profile/06098683193707758115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2337028913803867146.post-27932476895389023082010-02-18T10:11:00.000-08:002010-02-18T10:29:48.102-08:00.it seems we drive forever but can never get away from here<br><br /><br><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNjw8lYGMn4/S32FBjsVgCI/AAAAAAAAADw/haE_9EgsNtY/s1600-h/veronique_meignaud_02.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNjw8lYGMn4/S32FBjsVgCI/AAAAAAAAADw/haE_9EgsNtY/s400/veronique_meignaud_02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439650186740989986" border="0" /></a><center><a href="http://www.v-meignaud.com/"><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;" >veronique meignaud</span></a></center><br /><br><br /><div style="text-align: right;">Sometimes, you say, I wear<br />an abstracted look that drives you<br />up the wall, as though it signified<br />distress or disaffection.<br />Don’t take it so to heart.<br />Maybe I enjoy not-being as much<br />as being who I am. Maybe<br />it’s time for me to practice<br />growing old. The way I look<br />at it, I’m passing through a phase:<br />gradually I’m changing to a word.<br />Whatever you choose to claim<br />of me is always yours;<br />nothing is truly mine<br />except my name. I only<br />borrowed this dust.<br><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><i>"Passing Through" by Stanley Kunitz</i></span><br /></div><br /><br><br /><br>poppy!http://www.blogger.com/profile/06098683193707758115noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2337028913803867146.post-55461689137430735342010-02-12T19:08:00.000-08:002010-02-12T19:17:38.371-08:00.asymmetric, a sad novel by an anonymous poet<br><br /><br><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VNjw8lYGMn4/S3YYkHnhdKI/AAAAAAAAADo/ejS9b_Ig300/s1600-h/cracks3670264409s.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VNjw8lYGMn4/S3YYkHnhdKI/AAAAAAAAADo/ejS9b_Ig300/s400/cracks3670264409s.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437560608895628450" /></a><br /><br><br /><br><br /><div align="right">when parrots fly from his open mouth<br />... he tries to speak, repeating <i>worthless</i>,<br /><br /><i>worthless?</i> I'm trying to love you<br /><br />but I don't know how, & then<br />I start to remember—we are locked together<br />& pushing, pushing.<br><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><i>bits of "Worthless" by Nick Flynn</i><br /></div></span><br /><br><br /><br>poppy!http://www.blogger.com/profile/06098683193707758115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2337028913803867146.post-56016529131540212532010-02-08T06:19:00.000-08:002010-02-08T06:30:11.727-08:00.bittersweet symphony (it never gets old)<br><br /><br><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VNjw8lYGMn4/S3AdmTNqziI/AAAAAAAAADg/HxJhC8MrMQk/s1600-h/madmen.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VNjw8lYGMn4/S3AdmTNqziI/AAAAAAAAADg/HxJhC8MrMQk/s400/madmen.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435877294066028066" border="0" /></a><center><a href="http://fuckyeahchristinahendricks.tumblr.com/"><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">fuckyeahchristinahendricks</span></a></center><br /><br><br /><br><br /><center><object width="340" height="285"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/strxGxP7RyA&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6&border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/strxGxP7RyA&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"></embed></object></center><br /><center><span style="font-size:180%;">♔♔♔</span></center><br /><br><br /><br>poppy!http://www.blogger.com/profile/06098683193707758115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2337028913803867146.post-22557387126614101142010-01-25T12:08:00.000-08:002010-01-25T12:22:13.025-08:00.a new name for this road<br><br /><br><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNjw8lYGMn4/S1370_cxgUI/AAAAAAAAADY/-1sMAyMutkk/s1600-h/6ntuza.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNjw8lYGMn4/S1370_cxgUI/AAAAAAAAADY/-1sMAyMutkk/s320/6ntuza.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430773613482574146" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Landscape</span></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">When we were children, you didn’t care for words, you only filled pages with vertical lines. Beyond the page, the bite marks at the tip of your pencil, bare knees, a scrawny cat sleeping at your feet. We lived in the city and I thought you drew lampposts, telephone lines, the long, rusty rods scattered in construction sites. Your voice insisting, no, no, these are <span style="font-style: italic;">trees</span>.</span></div><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Conchitina Cruz</span></span></div><br /><br><br /><br>poppy!http://www.blogger.com/profile/06098683193707758115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2337028913803867146.post-55669696306073002902010-01-17T05:33:00.000-08:002010-01-17T05:41:34.596-08:00.look at this tangle of thorns<br><br /><br><br /><div align="right">my veins <br />that keep shifting beneath the surface of my skin, <br />writing love letters to you in cursive.<br /><br />look:<br />they say with my heavy bones my body will never<br />get off the ground, but that doesn't mean i close<br />my eyes when the sky is so beautiful it hurts.<br /><br />my hands might someday turn into wings.<br><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><i>bits of "trilobite" by <a href="http://estallidos.deviantart.com/">estallidos</a></i><br /></div></span><br /><br><br /><br>poppy!http://www.blogger.com/profile/06098683193707758115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2337028913803867146.post-72287425110943613072009-12-20T10:28:00.000-08:002009-12-20T10:41:31.533-08:00.aren't we just terrified?<br><br /><br><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VNjw8lYGMn4/Sy5urIQlMKI/AAAAAAAAADI/2O58TlrPssk/s1600-h/Fearless_Vampire_Killers_96-vert.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VNjw8lYGMn4/Sy5urIQlMKI/AAAAAAAAADI/2O58TlrPssk/s400/Fearless_Vampire_Killers_96-vert.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417389089003745442" /></a><br /><br><br /><div align="right">Yesterday upon the stair <br />I met a man who wasn’t there <br />He wasn’t there again today <br />Oh, how I wish he’d go away <br />When I came home last night at three <br />The man was waiting there for me <br />But when I looked around the hall <br />I couldn’t see him there at all! <br />Go away, go away, don’t you come back any more! <br />Go away, go away, and please don’t slam the door <br />Last night I saw upon the stair <br />A little man who wasn’t there <br />He wasn’t there again today <br />Oh, how I wish he’d go away<br><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><i>William Hughes Mearns</i><br /></div></span><br /><br><br /><br>poppy!http://www.blogger.com/profile/06098683193707758115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2337028913803867146.post-59137700641989652302009-11-16T12:30:00.000-08:002009-11-16T12:34:20.623-08:00.you, lucky you<br><br /><br><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404801613603525218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VNjw8lYGMn4/SwG2boRL0mI/AAAAAAAAADA/n3wyyNf3ySM/s400/la_imagerie.jpg" border="0" /><a href="http://community.livejournal.com/la_imagerie/"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">la imagerie</span></a> </div><br /><br><br /><br>poppy!http://www.blogger.com/profile/06098683193707758115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2337028913803867146.post-5655883174372316502009-10-21T18:33:00.000-07:002009-10-21T18:40:48.339-07:00.suddenly you felt the need to break free<br><br /><br><br /><div align="right">in my mouth the tea<br />is never hot enough;<br />I miss you always;<br />(and I) hold you in my<br />heart with a very real<br />humor you'd be proud of.<br /><br />what are you doing now<br />where did you eat your<br />lunch?<br /><br />is difficult to think<br />of you without me in<br />the sentence;<br><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><i>bits of "Morning" by Frank O'Hara</i><br /></div></span><br /><br><br /><br>poppy!http://www.blogger.com/profile/06098683193707758115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2337028913803867146.post-9838675837543746892009-10-09T17:48:00.000-07:002009-10-09T17:52:23.348-07:00.beautiful things can come from the dark<br><br /><br><br /><center><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNjw8lYGMn4/Ss_aHC7i0cI/AAAAAAAAAC4/avvBqZL2Rpo/s1600-h/beesand.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390767093566329282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 326px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNjw8lYGMn4/Ss_aHC7i0cI/AAAAAAAAAC4/avvBqZL2Rpo/s400/beesand.png" border="0" /></a></center><br /><br><br /><center><span style="font-size:180%;color:#330099;">♔</span></center><br /><br><br /><br>poppy!http://www.blogger.com/profile/06098683193707758115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2337028913803867146.post-66167863278592127432009-09-26T12:41:00.000-07:002009-09-26T12:46:39.449-07:00.we were made to never fall away<br><br /><br><br /><center><object height="285" width="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5fBnJEoRPqU&hl=es&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f&border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5fBnJEoRPqU&hl=es&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"></embed></object></center><br /><br><br /><center><span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"><strong>Love much. Earth has enough of bitter in it.<br /></strong></span><em><span style="font-size:78%;">Ella Wheeler Wilcox</span></em> </center><br /><br><br /><br>poppy!http://www.blogger.com/profile/06098683193707758115noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2337028913803867146.post-65330633843123919762009-09-18T08:15:00.000-07:002009-09-18T08:24:46.304-07:00.today we could begin to grow back every limb we have lost<br><br /><br><br /><center><object width="340" height="285"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uy0HNWto0UY&hl=es&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uy0HNWto0UY&hl=es&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"></embed></object></center><br /><br><br /><center><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"><strong><em>♥</em></strong></span></center><br /><br><br /><br>poppy!http://www.blogger.com/profile/06098683193707758115noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2337028913803867146.post-31700249136227132642009-09-16T15:58:00.000-07:002009-09-16T16:10:31.134-07:00.though much to her surprise he had two miles for eyes<br><br /><br><br /><center><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VNjw8lYGMn4/SrFt3uyHU_I/AAAAAAAAACw/fGsYTLQf5HQ/s1600-h/longmorrow.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382203833902912498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 359px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VNjw8lYGMn4/SrFt3uyHU_I/AAAAAAAAACw/fGsYTLQf5HQ/s400/longmorrow.png" border="0" /></a></center><center><a href="http://community.livejournal.com/longmorrow/15707.html#cutid1"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"><3</span></a></center><br /><br><br /><center><em><span style="font-size:85%;">ainda bem que há um beco com eco a nós</span></em></center><br /><br><br /><br>poppy!http://www.blogger.com/profile/06098683193707758115noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2337028913803867146.post-59704856510674328582009-09-13T17:01:00.000-07:002009-09-13T17:13:00.301-07:00.i'm glad i know the answer<br><br /><br><br /><center><object height="285" width="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LW6AkaO-LQM&hl=es&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca&border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LW6AkaO-LQM&hl=es&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"></embed></object></center><br /><br><br /><center><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>things keep changing (there's one thing though that feels exactly the same)</em></span></center><br /><br><br /><br>poppy!http://www.blogger.com/profile/06098683193707758115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2337028913803867146.post-65916602731847334492009-09-10T11:41:00.000-07:002009-09-10T12:24:16.243-07:00.it's tender to behold, ooohh<br><br /><br><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNjw8lYGMn4/SqlRcgnxJ2I/AAAAAAAAACo/Mz97amXzkP8/s1600-h/1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 326px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNjw8lYGMn4/SqlRcgnxJ2I/AAAAAAAAACo/Mz97amXzkP8/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379920780105688930" /></a><br /><br><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><strong>Give me where to stand, and I will move the earth</strong></span><br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;">Archimedes</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></em> </div><div align="center"> </div><br /><br><br /><center>♣</center><br /><br><br /><center><object width="340" height="285"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3ayz2QV4Pas&hl=es&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3ayz2QV4Pas&hl=es&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"></embed></object></center><br /><br><br /><br>poppy!http://www.blogger.com/profile/06098683193707758115noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2337028913803867146.post-87460432974908413822009-09-07T19:12:00.000-07:002009-09-07T19:23:46.181-07:00.see you met me at an interesting time<br><br /><br><br /><center><span style="font-size:85%;">let's say he liked to see my eyes go wide.<br /><br />let's say I leapt at him<br />out of the darkness, and wrapped<br />my skinny arms around his shoulders.<br />let's say I held him there, and yelled,<br />unsure now what to do.<br /><br />and then<br />he was on top of me,<br />two fingers at my windpipe, saying<br /></span><i><span style="font-size:85%;">I could knock you out or kill you<br />with the pressure of my hand.</span></i><br /><br /><i><span style="font-size:78%;">bits of Shane Seely "a love story"</span></i><br /><br /></center><br /><br><br /><center><object width="340" height="285"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TvLxOSxl35A&hl=es&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TvLxOSxl35A&hl=es&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"></embed></object></center><br /><br><br /><br>poppy!http://www.blogger.com/profile/06098683193707758115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2337028913803867146.post-24958794990390325692009-09-06T16:53:00.000-07:002010-01-25T12:23:49.874-08:00.and all you know, and how you speak<br><br /><br><br /><center><object width="340" height="285"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q7P7qB23ZhA&hl=es&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q7P7qB23ZhA&hl=es&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"></embed></object></center><br /><br><br /><br>poppy!http://www.blogger.com/profile/06098683193707758115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2337028913803867146.post-55925681704531071932009-09-03T15:09:00.000-07:002009-09-03T15:12:04.065-07:00.and they say it's such a funny story<br><br /><br><br /><center><object width="340" height="285"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/66dXHCCyQIw&hl=es&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/66dXHCCyQIw&hl=es&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"></embed></object></center><br /><br><br /><center><strong>the sun will rise up, and you'll be in freedom<br />so much freer than you were before</strong></center><br /><br><br /><br>poppy!http://www.blogger.com/profile/06098683193707758115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2337028913803867146.post-29948832335994818132009-08-30T18:08:00.000-07:002009-08-30T18:13:58.063-07:00.i am your little comunion<br><br /><br><br /><center><object height="285" width="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bbXZAUV_vZM&hl=es&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca&border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bbXZAUV_vZM&hl=es&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"></embed></object></center><br /><center><em><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">and the birds up in the sky<br />say they can see it from way up high<br />we're a perfect pair</span></em></center><br /><br><br /><br>poppy!http://www.blogger.com/profile/06098683193707758115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2337028913803867146.post-91180920539920016002009-08-20T12:19:00.000-07:002009-08-20T12:24:25.452-07:00.mustseemovie I<br><br /><br><br /><center><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0HDxHumpCu0&hl=es&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0HDxHumpCu0&hl=es&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></center><br /><br><br /><br>poppy!http://www.blogger.com/profile/06098683193707758115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2337028913803867146.post-44021905617756543312009-08-12T15:34:00.000-07:002009-08-12T15:46:51.257-07:00.drink your fill from a fountain of love wet your lips<br><br /><br><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNjw8lYGMn4/SoNEInDHUqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/TZ2uvrshGz4/s1600-h/2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 332px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNjw8lYGMn4/SoNEInDHUqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/TZ2uvrshGz4/s400/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369210095467451042" /></a><br /><br><br /><br>poppy!http://www.blogger.com/profile/06098683193707758115noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2337028913803867146.post-34156583624318849962009-07-11T18:07:00.000-07:002010-05-07T10:53:24.049-07:00.after the first death, there is no other<span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><center><object width="300" height="245"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tAmIiGqulxw&hl=es&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tAmIiGqulxw&hl=es&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="245"></embed></object></center><br /><br /><p><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span> </p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>♡</strong></span></p><br /><br><br /><br>poppy!http://www.blogger.com/profile/06098683193707758115noreply@blogger.com0