tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6804717623323262412024-03-20T20:45:00.575-07:00Short Stories and Other Word Works by Raymond E Lee Carmichaelshort story,Poetry,short stories100% Kiwi in Buenos Aireshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01205996509115052891noreply@blogger.comBlogger33125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680471762332326241.post-43606550052465909742014-01-29T17:09:00.001-08:002014-01-29T17:09:21.913-08:00How to Cheer<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<br />
<div id="intro">
Believe it or not, there is a right way and a wrong way
to cheer at a football game. Basically, it's a set of unwritten rules
that govern what is considered proper and what is not. You'll find them
below with short explanations. (Plus, read <a href="http://cheerleading.about.com/od/cheerschantsyells/ht/CheeringBasketball.htm">How to Cheer at a Basketball Game</a> and our <a href="http://cheerleading.about.com/od/cheerschantsyells/Cheers_Chants_and_Yells.htm">cheer lists</a>.)</div>
<div>
<b>Difficulty: </b>Easy</div>
<div>
<b>Time Required: </b>Hour and a Half</div>
<h3>
Here's How:</h3>
<ol>
<li>Arrive early so that the squad can set up and go over any new cheers. <br /><br />In Argentina:<br />follow the directions of the federales to your section of the stadium.<br /><br /> This is also a great time to warm up and stretch<a href="http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=680471762332326241">.</a><br /><br />In Argentina:<br />important because you will later be tearing off pieces of the stadium to throw from above at people leaving<br /></li>
<li>Before
the game starts, your squad should walk over to the opposing team's
cheerleaders and greet them. Be friendly and offer your help with any
problems they might have. Some squads will bring the other team's
cheerleaders to their side of the field and introduce them to the fans
either before the game or at halftime. This is entirely up to you. <br /><br />In Argentina:<br />this will never happen<br /></li>
<li>If your squad does an "Hello" cheer, then it should be one of the first cheers at the start of the game. <br /><br />In Argentina:<br />this will never happen<br /></li>
<li>As
you cheer during the game, make sure you're paying attention to what is
happening on the field. There are offense and defense cheers and you
want to make sure you're doing them at the correct time. Offense is when
your team has the ball and defense is when your opponent has the ball.
So, you don't want to be hollering about a touchdown when the other team
has the ball. This is also when you want to make sure your motions are sharp. <br /><br />In Argentina:<br />there are a variety of gestures that can be used<br /></li>
<li>While you should be paying attention to the game, you'll also want to be facing the fans and work on getting them involved (crowd involving cheers) in your cheers. Encourage them to clap along with your squad and to say the words to your yells or cheers.<br /><br />In Argentina:<br />be aware of people lighting rockets which may burn your hair, skin, face<br /></li>
<li>If an injury
occurs on the field you should stop cheering immediately. The squad
should face the field and watch for the downed player to get up or to be
carried off. When this happens your squad should clap. <br /><br />In Argentina:<br /><br />this will never happen<br /></li>
<li>Although
a football game is a big social event at most schools, it's not the
time for cheerleaders to socialize. Make sure the squad stays together
and that they do not talk to fans or friends for long periods of time. <br /><br />In Argentina:<br />this will never... you get the idea.<br /></li>
<li>Take a break at halftime if you need one or arrange for someone to bring you drinks if you need them. <br /><br />In Argentina:<br />usually someone will have smuggled in some wineflask or straight alcohol so don´t be too concerned<br /></li>
<li>Always
conduct yourself to a high standard. You should put safety, integrity,
respect and good sportsmanship at the core of your values. <br /><br />In Argentina:<br />this will never happen<br /></li>
<li>After the game, clean up your area and make sure you gather all your things. <br /><br />In Argentina:<br />this usually involves taking everything not nailed down and throwing it from the stadium and does not usually involve the rubbish</li>
</ol>
</div>
100% Kiwi in Buenos Aireshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01205996509115052891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680471762332326241.post-68928719636065605062012-01-13T14:56:00.001-08:002012-01-13T14:56:27.880-08:00Gotta be a Resolution<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px;"></span><br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b>Gotta be a Resolution</b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b>Well, there`s gotta be a resolution, yea, y`know</b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b>we all want to change the world</b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b>There`s always more than one solution, yea, y`know</b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b>this means, you gotta understand</b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b>If all the apples and pears and bananas all went to war,</b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b>because they thought they knew best</b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b>we`d just end up with three less fruit in the world</b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b>and a juicy pulpy mess</b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b>So, there`s gotta be a resolution, yea, to understand</b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b>We all want the world to change</b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b>and remember because of evolution, the more things change the more they stay the same</b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b>this means, you gotta understand (everything changes)</b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b>cause if you believe that it is then it is, even if it`s not</b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b>that`s the paradox of life, because</b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b>because if you are then you are and he is even if he is not</b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b>all that matters in the end- is that you`re happi, with you</b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b>and you know its gonna be allright.......</b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> </div></div>100% Kiwi in Buenos Aireshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01205996509115052891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680471762332326241.post-22516064549620851852012-01-13T14:55:00.001-08:002012-01-13T14:55:40.206-08:00`things as they used to be`<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px;"></span><br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b>`things as they used to be`</b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b>I`m not sure, if you know, what i mean</b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b>things were going just fine,</b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b> `till you messed with time...</b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b>now i`ve lost, my husband, to be.</b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b>i, want things back, as they used to be</b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b>if you don`t fix it, i`ll fix you</b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b>(chorus)</b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b>I want things back as they used to be, again</b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b>I`m not sure, if I know, what you mean</b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b>I didn`t know it was a crime, to go back in time</b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b>but now we`re not where we`re supposed to be</b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b>you dont have to be mean</b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b>maybe you can help me, and I`ll help you</b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b>we want things, back, the way they used to be. too</b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> </div></div>100% Kiwi in Buenos Aireshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01205996509115052891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680471762332326241.post-22336320566155372762012-01-13T14:53:00.001-08:002012-01-13T14:53:23.252-08:00`What`s wrong, where did we go wrong?`<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px;"></span><br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b>song tiempo allegro</b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b> `What`s wrong, where did we go wrong?`</b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b>Well, here we are. And where is that? And why are you wearing that silly hat?!</b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b>Well there you go again, this is not a game, I don`t know where we are, it`s no good to complain.</b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b>What`s wrong? Where did we go wrong?- what`s wrong where did we go wrong?</b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b>Butterfly in a hurricane- storm in a teacup don`t get in a flap</b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b>Keep yourself centered, close your eyes</b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b>It`s just the nature of the way things are-</b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b>So long as you don`t give up, keep on on trying to find out who you are</b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b>The plot is simple, and the stage is set</b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b>To find out life`s secrets, don`t forget sometimes things are not as they seem</b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b>Is reality just a dream....</b></div><div><b><br />
</b></div></div>100% Kiwi in Buenos Aireshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01205996509115052891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680471762332326241.post-59308220600413505682011-11-25T14:14:00.000-08:002011-11-25T14:25:22.672-08:00THE GIRL WITH IMMACULATE HAIR<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"> <br />
<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj4AUNS96boCihYBsgy8HuUemsqj80rD4igvLHq6mOOWbs20lSoIX42T1qUno-_PxIDguO3XI9u9Hkli61p1oqfBnrqWPfZ0jz-rIV4lmZbw72YWU6FtkSzUpuq-wkOP4qMEAfxmqUA94/s1600-h/retro+001.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425948465325305938" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj4AUNS96boCihYBsgy8HuUemsqj80rD4igvLHq6mOOWbs20lSoIX42T1qUno-_PxIDguO3XI9u9Hkli61p1oqfBnrqWPfZ0jz-rIV4lmZbw72YWU6FtkSzUpuq-wkOP4qMEAfxmqUA94/s320/retro+001.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 240px;" /></a> <br />
THE GIRL WITH IMMACULATE HAIR <br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
It was just before dawn, when immaculate and forlorn, Beth stood by and asked me to tangle her top. <br />
<br />
Now this is terribly formed and messily drawn, but the story continues, I said `what?` <br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
She said `My hair isn`t a mess, and it`s causing me stress` her knees landed on the bed- KER-PLOP! <br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Well, before the thought reached my head, I had leapt out of bed, both feet hit the floor KER-THUD! <br />
<br />
`C`mon` said my mouth and we raced through the house, in the dark because it was just before dawn… <br />
<br />
Well, we tripped on the rag which was an old rug we once had, and slid on the floor KER-OUCH! Because the wall stopped our slide! <br />
<br />
And as the sun rose outside, we could see where we were and where we had been. We could see our beds where we`d slept, and the hallway we`d not crept, and there from the floor where we`d fallen, not a rug/rag <br />
<br />
but your messy bag! KER-YAY! <br />
<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLuau-tC72AOfW06HfiKb4lfWH4TKGzFFz-GtHTfORNIdKpNHUFpH5mj2TTHcRTHzyfOZ7qyy848SlxJfaGBP8aI-CE7ff-9CL9cPSFKHniV65f5iQZhcB66r-QZo5Bn1yJV89jbr2aII/s1600-h/retro+003.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425948470944267714" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLuau-tC72AOfW06HfiKb4lfWH4TKGzFFz-GtHTfORNIdKpNHUFpH5mj2TTHcRTHzyfOZ7qyy848SlxJfaGBP8aI-CE7ff-9CL9cPSFKHniV65f5iQZhcB66r-QZo5Bn1yJV89jbr2aII/s320/retro+003.jpg" style="float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 240px;" /></a>Well this bag was very unusual and obviously so, it had two black shoes with two rainbow stockinged legs, silver and gold shapes on the side and a sturdy zipper on top. KER-WEIRD! <br />
<br />
<br />
Well, just in the `nick of time`, whatever that means, we emptied the bag all over the floor. <br />
<br />
You let out a scream at the things you`d just seen, with my ears on my fingers I said `KER-WHAT?!` <br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
A spider? A mouse? A Hippolotomouth? <br />
<br />
You smiled and said `No silly! It`s my STAR!` <br />
<br />
Now, if you donot know, because you never have known, the star is a book for your dreams, if you write them all down and read of them often they can become much more real than they seem. <br />
<br />
Well, with a pen Beth begun as she had done on pages 7 5 3 and 2; her wish for less than immaculate hair, and as her teeth bit the pen, an idea with such wit formed again, she wrote the first word <br />
<br />
KER-UREKA! <br />
<br />
On page 9 she divined that in the bag she would find, some spirally springs made of metal. <br />
<br />
Would this have been different if her name wasn`t Beth, but maybe Hansell or Gretal? <br />
<br />
And, as naturally you would do, as I once did it too, I wondered what 7 5 3 2 said. <br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Well, on page 7 she`d written as a matter of fact, that she needed some SPARKLY CLIPS. <br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
On page 5 the word CONUMDRUM (which is a problem to be undone), and after that A FULL FIST OF STARS… <br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
On page 3 she had FRESH, then, FLOWERS and then, ANICHA (meaning renewed all the time). <br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
And on page 2 was the first thing, and hardly a `WOW!` thing, she had wrote just simply, A COMB. <br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Well, I returned with the springs and she re-read what she`d writ, in the order that she first wrote them down. <br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
A COMB, FRESH, FLOWERS, ANICHA, A FULL FIST OF STARS, AND CONUMDRUM (with a line through it, meaning problem solved), EUREKA! (which in the Greek language means `a very good idea`), which obviously the spirally springs were. <br />
<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin7j2VVQ8iKwV8tgH3IDxeGjtkltaLTvUVqf5NLtcX77KQMN3jyUTb6wLuqvF6NPjFwfX-0NpiadkRwDQC5PYKsd6cF44iAPZ3kliH0t-zYAaYpyRFQUXyzpwMEec7RHHbB0Udywebv0o/s1600-h/retro+002.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425948474070871458" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin7j2VVQ8iKwV8tgH3IDxeGjtkltaLTvUVqf5NLtcX77KQMN3jyUTb6wLuqvF6NPjFwfX-0NpiadkRwDQC5PYKsd6cF44iAPZ3kliH0t-zYAaYpyRFQUXyzpwMEec7RHHbB0Udywebv0o/s320/retro+002.jpg" style="float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 240px;" /></a>Now I`m sure that you can guess, we managed to make quite a mess, of young Beth`s immaculate hair! <br />
<br />
<br />
So we successfully stayed where we sat and we played and we laughed, until we got hungry and went and made breakfast. <br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
THE END/BEGINNING <br />
<br />
<br />
</div>100% Kiwi in Buenos Aireshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01205996509115052891noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680471762332326241.post-68170897227834945452011-08-26T09:22:00.000-07:002011-08-26T09:22:54.181-07:00friendsoftheperformers- you never know<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Well we survived another year on the road, I must have high 5´d 100 000 or so kids this year, so I guess between the two casts that´s around half a million high fives altogether. The final tour for our troupe was ecuador, colombia, peru and costa rica (we got kicked out of costa rica shortly after arrival but more on that later.) The other team did Brasil and Mexico.<br />
Unfortunately I donot know how to use our editing software so what was going to be three 4min clips is just one long one, I can reccommend you check out the clip taken at the Museo del Oro (gold museum) in Colombia.<br />
For more photos of our tours check out www.facebook/richardcertain<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object class="BLOG_video_class" contentid="FAILED" height="266" id="BLOG_video-FAILED-1" width="320"></object></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNrk-oq2Sb8ONAWMTv0GTJtmCtbcf6M0KqI78Ezk2_BnQJcG9XyiZGTs9TMlakog-jSfOzTLJxOJhoRaEKl3aXlzt3cvGRYHeaTmPgUR9H2ucVcwjnlQvCZ3NeOao_IjB6-qxHzGJWEHM/s1600/P5141378.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNrk-oq2Sb8ONAWMTv0GTJtmCtbcf6M0KqI78Ezk2_BnQJcG9XyiZGTs9TMlakog-jSfOzTLJxOJhoRaEKl3aXlzt3cvGRYHeaTmPgUR9H2ucVcwjnlQvCZ3NeOao_IjB6-qxHzGJWEHM/s320/P5141378.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjZyVoIaHzp6ow11i4xsZtSrkprF2Sr8a_fxYvx4ufpMjKPKWti_fp_dkZjMBaTwD1PSzqjumSajjPWVxl-e_HI1tZISfX4FKVoX3cuGwao9OBaTrqCuFj1dmVQrty1oUFztaFVkiBGiY/s1600/panama+contrasts.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjZyVoIaHzp6ow11i4xsZtSrkprF2Sr8a_fxYvx4ufpMjKPKWti_fp_dkZjMBaTwD1PSzqjumSajjPWVxl-e_HI1tZISfX4FKVoX3cuGwao9OBaTrqCuFj1dmVQrty1oUFztaFVkiBGiY/s320/panama+contrasts.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXizSORUR_H3eHi9AJPAXLK83rnlSngF1oume3DrWY1EnD26IG2f_RV9gzDLnJ0AWfmUguXmcYO2v0xIbmoQTkB02dINi57FK_Ek9yfarrymf_JydyTHp7pjE_14w6nI5qeryd3SRye78/s1600/panama+riff+raff.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXizSORUR_H3eHi9AJPAXLK83rnlSngF1oume3DrWY1EnD26IG2f_RV9gzDLnJ0AWfmUguXmcYO2v0xIbmoQTkB02dINi57FK_Ek9yfarrymf_JydyTHp7pjE_14w6nI5qeryd3SRye78/s320/panama+riff+raff.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2A1BkYKQHmP1qiycSCjmvXUzTPJUNKO17-_XcjuYCENUNlR2XxTHXEsjk7Xb-HWQ_qV6gPKNeys_BvIo7X6mP68s9VBy-sTxykG5tmOfVfXtZmIelMsu5jLSFmDDXGIwVRBEUlZl8skY/s1600/panama+hair.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2A1BkYKQHmP1qiycSCjmvXUzTPJUNKO17-_XcjuYCENUNlR2XxTHXEsjk7Xb-HWQ_qV6gPKNeys_BvIo7X6mP68s9VBy-sTxykG5tmOfVfXtZmIelMsu5jLSFmDDXGIwVRBEUlZl8skY/s320/panama+hair.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQbJu06IU0rCS1EH1T6Orn4ERoXvFhJcfQeSTE7VzigpHMYczppvNPrMDwz82bkMJGkKaeq8V5f-maD_jMqyQ37s503AvS71TOic8_5KTguYO06RUte9j0PYwFZ1Hbqx02e-ySI8yzOTA/s1600/religon+out+of+the+box.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQbJu06IU0rCS1EH1T6Orn4ERoXvFhJcfQeSTE7VzigpHMYczppvNPrMDwz82bkMJGkKaeq8V5f-maD_jMqyQ37s503AvS71TOic8_5KTguYO06RUte9j0PYwFZ1Hbqx02e-ySI8yzOTA/s320/religon+out+of+the+box.jpg" width="240" /></a></div></div>100% Kiwi in Buenos Aireshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01205996509115052891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680471762332326241.post-77704078901954687582011-08-26T08:16:00.000-07:002011-08-26T08:16:12.587-07:00The Industry - DMX<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><iframe width="560" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/fCoO6QtZSEk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br />
</div>100% Kiwi in Buenos Aireshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01205996509115052891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680471762332326241.post-28280218927414716032011-08-26T08:05:00.000-07:002013-01-24T11:16:32.724-08:00WAR: I Dreamt of a Big Headed Baby (draft)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<object data="http://abfiles.s3.amazonaws.com/swf/fullsize_player.swf" height="129" id="boo_embed_611381" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400"><param name="movie" value="http://abfiles.s3.amazonaws.com/swf/fullsize_player.swf" /><param name="scale" value="noscale" /><param name="salign" value="lt" /><param name="bgColor" value="#FFFFFF" /><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /><param name="wmode" value="window" /><param name="FlashVars" value="mp3=http%3A%2F%2Faudioboo.fm%2Fboos%2F611381-war-i-dreamt-of-a-big-headed-baby.mp3%3Fkeyed%3Dtrue%26source%3Dembed&mp3Title=WAR%3A+I+Dreamt+of+a+Big-headed+Baby&mp3Time=02.11pm+04+Jan+2012&mp3LinkURL=http%3A%2F%2Faudioboo.fm%2Fboos%2F611381-war-i-dreamt-of-a-big-headed-baby&mp3Author=friendsperform&rootID=boo_embed_611381" /><a href="http://audioboo.fm/boos/611381-war-i-dreamt-of-a-big-headed-baby.mp3?keyed=true&source=embed">WAR: I Dreamt of a Big-headed Baby (mp3)</a></object><br />
<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">I dreamt of a big headed baby<br />
a toddler already learnt to walk<br />
old enough to understand<br />
and do as its told<br />
but not enough to talk<br />
I saw a picture in my head<br />
babies crawling on the ground<br />
on leashes like dogs<br />
being led into a fog<br />
families of the disappeared<br />
taken and never found</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">All in a row, babies lined up like ducks<br />
semi-automatics across their backs<br />
pistols in their hands drool on their lips<br />
and soft pink kevlar jackets</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
I heard a story from Bobby once<br />
I believe it so it's true<br />
a covert mission, a bus, a compound<br />
soldiers ordered to close their eyes no visable will to denounce</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"> it's true<br />
mothers' breasts sliced off and thrown in mounds<br />
of babies skewered on metal forms<br />
al sheron condemened his Israelites<br />
another shamed secret found<br />
from the book of torn</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
<br />
In Vietnam the average age was nineteen<br />
sent to wage a war on man<br />
but the Vietcong were smaller<br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">the tunnels </span>the height of which only <br />wee babies there could ran,<br /> they are the width of hips<br />
the traps all set to provoke and poke<br />
and spike and maime and spit<br />
A baby blows bubbles whistles and laughs<br />
oblivious of his shit<br />
Happy to sit in poo while somewhere<br />
someones elses son rubs his hands and points<br />
and whispers I want you too</span></div>
</div>
100% Kiwi in Buenos Aireshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01205996509115052891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680471762332326241.post-40378484926448232462011-02-17T08:50:00.001-08:002013-01-24T11:13:34.709-08:00•Morelia cemetario 2010- Mexico<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
•Morelia cemetario 2010- Mexico<br />
For me it's a curious thing<br />
To come from the flesh<br />
To feel a life wash over my skin<br />
A pebble Amidst a lost river of people<br />
Flowing far from their source<br />
To hard urban jungles<br />
That strangle the earth<br />
A million beating hearts march<br />
Two feet close to the earth<br />
When decay finally rolls up<br />
As the foam washes the shore<br />
A billion unheard poppings<br />
Of seeds that are no more<br />
<br />
In this urban jungle place<br />
Where nobody sleeps<br />
they build tiny houses<br />
And once a week do sweep<br />
Away the dust and earth gathered<br />
Around their corazon<br />
The transient tissues<br />
Of paper and flesh<br />
Once born are all now gone<br />
A curious thing don't you think<br />
Not a clever little trick<br />
That at the source of the river<br />
We try to hold nothing with brick<br />
The steel fleur de leas garnish<br />
A glass fragile coloured cross<br />
And the trees take root on rafters<br />
To show that you are lost<br />
We travel separated<br />
away from the one source<br />
But all rest as one together<br />
in places not south<br />
And not north<br />
Not inside the houses we visit<br />
And so tenderly do sweep<br />
But inside each one of these bodies<br />
we curiously keep</div>
100% Kiwi in Buenos Aireshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01205996509115052891noreply@blogger.com0Morelia, Michoacán, Mexico19.700593 -101.18642119.646559500000002 -101.2699315 19.7546265 -101.1029105tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680471762332326241.post-11224519267356572722011-02-17T08:15:00.001-08:002012-12-21T07:46:02.881-08:00The Road to Potosoi<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The Road to Potosoi<br />
Ribbons of birds<br />
Float silkily through the evening sky<br />
Over a mecano San franciscan pueblo<br />
Power housing rows of lies<br />
Insignificantly ordered<br />
Beneath the sinking suns majesty<br />
We pass the seering sierran ridges<br />
Our lights now burning<br />
The soon black sky</div>
100% Kiwi in Buenos Aireshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01205996509115052891noreply@blogger.com0Potosi, Nuevo León, Mexico24.8499999 -99.816667100000018-12.611086100000001 -159.58229210000002 62.3110859 -40.051042100000018tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680471762332326241.post-40010528495026719782011-01-17T17:44:00.001-08:002012-01-13T14:33:57.764-08:00If you I.D yourself to me<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">If you<br />
I.D yourself to me<br />
I will know your name.<br />
If you<br />
talk to me<br />
i will know who you are<br />
If you<br />
listen i will know you care<br />
If you<br />
do care i will too<br />
If you<br />
don't care i'll still be there<br />
Wondering who you are<br />
and what if you were</div>100% Kiwi in Buenos Aireshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01205996509115052891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680471762332326241.post-38000282733561259742011-01-16T13:40:00.001-08:002012-01-13T14:34:18.921-08:00•The difference between me<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">•The difference between me<br />
and the white on the tree<br />
Is the ants climb up me.<br />
The xylaphone mariachis play<br />
As the cars shudder over judderbumps<br />
The chaotic harmony of wood over metal as they compete to<br />
Fill the spaces left by the plaza church bells<br />
Uneasily complementing the birds jumping like notes atop the white <br />
based trees,<br />
their long fanned black tails marking time with their shrills of sharps <br />
and flats<br />
And lastly the thrill of the trill of the traffic policepersons <br />
whistling<br />
The shiny Spongebob and hart balloons<br />
And the shiny church, the Palmas in the plaza...<br />
and the palming of blue maize tacos<br />
A cool dusky evening, air tainted with roasting coffee<br />
This Is the union between air<br />
and what matters<br />
take me back to orizaba<br />
Where the white on the tree is me</div>100% Kiwi in Buenos Aireshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01205996509115052891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680471762332326241.post-16354478253287218092011-01-16T13:39:00.003-08:002012-01-13T14:34:40.952-08:00•Keep off the grass<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">•Keep off the grass<br />
The bees are courting the flowers in the tress<br />
The ants on their daily marathon,<br />
Eating cutting walking<br />
The nameless winged insects too small to catalogue<br />
Infinite numbers of them<br />
gracefully filling the spaces<br />
where we aré not<br />
The finely spun spider silk<br />
cascading between grass stalks<br />
High as kaula lumpar<br />
Empty shells left by flirtatious shy squirrels<br />
All busy in their micro cosmos<br />
Keep off the grass</div>100% Kiwi in Buenos Aireshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01205996509115052891noreply@blogger.com0Caracas, Venezuela10.491016 -66.902061-0.25034549999999989 -81.8434675 21.2323775 -51.960654500000004tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680471762332326241.post-69468811967814940482011-01-16T13:39:00.001-08:002012-01-13T14:34:59.459-08:00•Simply said<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">•Simply said<br />
I wished i were dead<br />
After three years of hiking<br />
Where nothing was said<br />
Different voices and different tongues<br />
Strolling avenidas<br />
Climbing the villas<br />
Parking my carcass<br />
In my hammock on vistas<br />
Waking up on the streets<br />
Sleeping on beaches<br />
Not waking up as dead<br />
As the lone mosquito on my foot<br />
Dengue for breakfast<br />
it's just not for me<br />
I climb down from the flamenco view<br />
I stare at the citadel sky<br />
The morning blushes to see me<br />
And Venus quietly leaves the room<br />
My head banging cachasa rythyms<br />
And black beer anecdotes<br />
And detangle my web catcher<br />
From the cut tail of a caught kite<br />
A paper-cut tounge now ever silent</div>100% Kiwi in Buenos Aireshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01205996509115052891noreply@blogger.com0Rio de Janeiro, Brazil-22.9035393 -43.209586899999977-23.106540799999998 -43.594399399999979 -22.7005378 -42.824774399999974tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680471762332326241.post-91608363840422026332011-01-16T13:38:00.001-08:002012-01-13T14:35:37.836-08:00•Leaving DF<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">•Leaving DF<br />
Too flattreringly sweet to be substancial<br />
Too deliciously tart to deny<br />
She's simply smoke and mirrors<br />
And Makes No reflection in my eyes<br />
She walks like water rippling<br />
Smiles and disarms a bomb<br />
Her lips when they blow are crippling<br />
My crutch my torment my sun<br />
When she slums<br />
She's drinking champagne<br />
When she's high<br />
She'll fly with you<br />
But she'll leave you in her airey<br />
And there's nothing you can do<br />
there's no cage door to leave open<br />
You can leave but not return<br />
It's not the jump that'll kill you<br />
But the bump that leaves you burned<br />
<br />
Coming out of my cage and I've been doin just fine<br />
Gotta be down because I want it all<br />
It started out with a kiss<br />
How did it end up like this<br />
It was only a kiss it was only a kiss<br />
Now I'm falling asleep and she's calling a cab<br />
While he's having a smoke and she's taking a drag<br />
Now they're going to bed and my stomach is sick<br />
And it's all in myhead but she's touching his chest now<br />
He takes of her dress now let me go<br />
Now I just can't look it's killing me<br />
And taking control<br />
Jealousy turning tricks into the sea<br />
Churningthrough sick lullabyes<br />
Choking on your alibis<br />
But it's just a price I pay<br />
Destiny is calling me<br />
Open up my eagle eyes because I'm mr brightside<br />
I'm coming outof my cage and I've been doing just fine<br />
Gotta gottabe down because I want it all<br />
It started out with a kiss how did it end up like this<br />
It was only a kiss.....repeat<br />
I never i never i never I never</div>100% Kiwi in Buenos Aireshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01205996509115052891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680471762332326241.post-47370516123080423402011-01-16T13:36:00.001-08:002012-01-13T14:37:47.184-08:00Chili burn notices<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Chili burn notices<br />
Shivering street dog getting cozy mendoza cuddles from Kate<br />
Fruit and veges at the border choclo the sniffer dog<br />
Not mine but The fine is fine<br />
Always disorganised, misinformed<br />
Took a day to discover The kitchen<br />
'no you wait, we can die!'<br />
Romeo falls off stage<br />
but not on his sword<br />
Thundercats vs rugrats<br />
Silver malecate banging the cop car being pursued down the street<br />
Toothpaste fights & pisco sours<br />
Lost passport and actor M.I.A<br />
Plucking eyebrows whilst crossing The Andes<br />
Back home to Bs As<br />
Just another day At The office..</div>100% Kiwi in Buenos Aireshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01205996509115052891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680471762332326241.post-770633580834256062011-01-16T13:26:00.001-08:002012-01-13T14:38:50.142-08:00Beautiful Chile i am a small piece of you<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Beautiful Chile i am a small piece of you<br />
Long since removed<br />
You aré a mountain range<br />
And i am of the Landa of the long white cloud<br />
Just as beauty equals mountains<br />
So aré flat Lands to those small enough<br />
To see the road rising before them<br />
Chile 2010</div>100% Kiwi in Buenos Aireshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01205996509115052891noreply@blogger.com0Chile-35.675147 -71.542968999999971-54.998731000000006 -93.390668999999974 -16.351563000000002 -49.695268999999968tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680471762332326241.post-67192920835424776062011-01-16T13:23:00.003-08:002012-01-13T14:41:36.334-08:00• bracken and straw, cement and steel<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">• bracken and straw, cement and steel<br />
Past the flat dusty pampas<br />
And the sepia tinted hills of Córdoba<br />
We fly speedily and wingless<br />
The van is our protón<br />
The earth our núcleos<br />
Its metal shell our cell walls<br />
Our soft shells shake and vibrare<br />
Like eggs in a spinning basket<br />
Our minds our nucleous<br />
But not nearly as still<br />
Outside<br />
Amidst the bracken and straw bushes dry, spinefrerous and wasted<br />
Spindly Departementos para pajaritos<br />
Adornar a lado de la ruta<br />
Aves artesanos construí chaotic Rustic condos all comfort y con <br />
califacion<br />
Relatively related Live and loud<br />
static with dusky chatter<br />
Silent High tensión stretching<br />
between the lifeless and leafless trees<br />
Occasionally markers flash below<br />
amongst the wild web of nature<br />
With its myriad of medium and miniture sized stick shaking inhabitants<br />
Mens Red saintly flags<br />
perch borrowedly below<br />
on gods dull bushes<br />
giving shelter to another good fortune saint<br />
We move waiting to arrive<br />
Past another small slice of life<br />
Passing cement houses homes tombs and vaults<br />
Topped across with man made totems<br />
Surrounded by moré non significant totems tensioned with wire<br />
Keeping nothing in and nothing out<br />
Like fish in the desert<br />
bleached and blindly swimming nowhere<br />
We fly speedily wingless<br />
Moving Waiting to arrive</div>100% Kiwi in Buenos Aireshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01205996509115052891noreply@blogger.com0Córdoba, Córdoba Province, Argentina-31.3989296 -64.182128900000009-67.1820596 -123.94775390000001 4.384200400000001 -4.4165039000000093tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680471762332326241.post-59297618065271282082011-01-16T13:23:00.001-08:002012-01-13T14:42:45.090-08:00•Im not dead but i am dying<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">•Im not dead but i am dying<br />
Im not sad but im crying<br />
When i look into my world<br />
I se you running insane<br />
Doinng the same say you don't like<br />
But you speak and your actions<br />
Make me shame<br />
I rather spend a day in a hole<br />
Living with the earth<br />
Than watch you on the tv<br />
Can you see so small<br />
The things where you stand<br />
Your eyes and ego and belly<br />
Aré fat beyond your girth<br />
Happy jolly silly<br />
You aré barely Life on earth</div>100% Kiwi in Buenos Aireshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01205996509115052891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680471762332326241.post-51618073263094044322011-01-16T13:22:00.001-08:002012-01-13T14:43:25.956-08:00•In the illuminating filtered light of dawn<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">•In the illuminating filtered light of dawn<br />
She wakes exposed, alone<br />
Still Surrounded by the emulsified sheets<br />
Scented with the chemistry of loves process<br />
But it is her last night in a darkened room<br />
With An open eye to taste<br />
to savour and flavour<br />
She rises and sets to packing<br />
and leaves<br />
Traverses easily and happily<br />
her world beneath the sun<br />
Amongst New Diverse Incenses,<br />
spices and cultures<br />
With irises at full apeture<br />
She sees through shutters<br />
Both Open and closed<br />
And clicks</div>100% Kiwi in Buenos Aireshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01205996509115052891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680471762332326241.post-31635681845804727942011-01-16T13:10:00.001-08:002012-01-13T14:44:11.415-08:00La puesta del sol<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">La puesta del sol<br />
Mira fijamente intenso<br />
Para atrás la línea del horizonte<br />
Distante arrugas cima de un monte<br />
El Recogando las nubas sobre<br />
Y guiñando buenos noches a yo<br />
The Sunset stares at me intensely.<br />
From beyond the horizon<br />
the distant wrinkled mountain<br />
gathers the clouds about him<br />
and winks goodnight to me...<br />
For Andi from the Andes 2010<br />
mira puesta de sol intenso, hasta el horizonte detrás de las arrugas <br />
colina distante de la Reunión de Nuba y guiñando buena noche para mí</div>100% Kiwi in Buenos Aireshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01205996509115052891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680471762332326241.post-45538004175949672912011-01-14T10:40:00.000-08:002012-01-13T14:44:55.599-08:00Letter to Anon (A WORK IN PROGRESS to be remixed mix with Bill Evan´s NYC´s no lark)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><object data="http://boos.audioboo.fm/swf/fullsize_player.swf" height="129" id="boo_player_1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400"><param name="movie" value="http://boos.audioboo.fm/swf/fullsize_player.swf" /><param name="scale" value="noscale" /><param name="salign" value="lt" /><param name="bgColor" value="#FFFFFF" /><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /><param name="wmode" value="window" /><param name="FlashVars" value="rootID=boo_player_1&mp3=http%3A%2F%2Faudioboo.fm%2Fboos%2F255249-letter-to-anon.mp3%3Fsource%3Dembed&mp3Author=friendsperform&mp3LinkURL=http%3A%2F%2Faudioboo.fm%2Fboos%2F255249-letter-to-anon&mp3Title=Letter+to+Anon&mp3Time=06.27pm+14+Jan+2011" /><a href="http://audioboo.fm/boos/255249-letter-to-anon.mp3?source=embed">Listen!</a></object> <br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><u>Letter to Anon <em>(A WORK IN PROGRESS)</em></u></span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Time has passed, the birds have flown</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">You say you have a seers eye, you can seewhere they`re heading</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">I look up and can only see their shit falling </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">I pushed play but actions belied and betrayed your feelings</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">You call me a player! but I know I've been played</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Had I played the slayer you probably would have stayed</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Both of us caught in a moment, not waiting when waiting means passing love by</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">If I made a mistake it was thinking our seam or swell was stronger</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;"> than the rocks and waves crashing around us, over us</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Maybe I was not listening to my intuition</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">bullshit. You filled our lives with people who served to distract you from your own tempest</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">serve themselves of you and your time and mine</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">A clearer head would be had without the clouded shit of others I have no need or want of them</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">you called them to you, you had your reasons, but you don't share</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">I value and appreciate your caring to help, but you dont need anymore reasons</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">I dont need help or saving just the love of a good woman, just a heart to soothe my battle weary soul, and less of this poetic shite; I miss the calm love I felt when looking into your eyes; am I wrong, is it now contempt looking back at me?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Will it mirror back to you</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">No need for petty dramas, you cannot drive someone to a place at your pace, not if you are wanting to be somewhere else</span> <span style="font-family: Verdana;">Excuses, you really just want to run to your crutches</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">I don't give a fuk, I am patient, but our time is not forever and can stop at any moment; fuk waiting!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Now was the right tick of the clock, I wanted a lifetime, believed in a season, but I barely got sense or reason. Tick tick boom!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">You need protection from your own creations not any outward daemons or gangstas</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Happiness is not in waiting</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Happiness is not in someone you help</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Happiness is not in the solace of strangers</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Happiness is not in the approval of your family</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Happiness is not in the forsaking the love of a lover</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Happiness is not found waiting with you in a locked box</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Happiness lives in your unfettered heart and flows freely for you to share</span></div><br />
<object data="http://boos.audioboo.fm/swf/fullsize_player.swf" height="129" id="boo_player_1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400"><param name="movie" value="http://boos.audioboo.fm/swf/fullsize_player.swf" /><param name="scale" value="noscale" /><param name="salign" value="lt" /><param name="bgColor" value="#FFFFFF" /><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /><param name="wmode" value="window" /><param name="FlashVars" value="rootID=boo_player_1&mp3=http%3A%2F%2Faudioboo.fm%2Fboos%2F255249-letter-to-anon.mp3%3Fsource%3Dembed&mp3Author=friendsperform&mp3LinkURL=http%3A%2F%2Faudioboo.fm%2Fboos%2F255249-letter-to-anon&mp3Title=Letter+to+Anon&mp3Time=06.27pm+14+Jan+2011" /><a href="http://audioboo.fm/boos/255249-letter-to-anon.mp3?source=embed">Listen!</a></object><br />
<br />
<iframe align="left" frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=mazeofbone-20&o=1&p=8&l=bpl&asins=0785265740&fc1=000000&IS2=1&lt1=_blank&m=amazon&lc1=0000FF&bc1=000000&bg1=FFFFFF&f=ifr" style="align: left; height: 245px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px; width: 131px;"></iframe><iframe align="left" frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=mazeofbone-20&o=1&p=8&l=bpl&asins=1572240873&fc1=000000&IS2=1&lt1=_blank&m=amazon&lc1=0000FF&bc1=000000&bg1=FFFFFF&f=ifr" style="align: left; height: 245px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px; width: 131px;"></iframe></div>100% Kiwi in Buenos Aireshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01205996509115052891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680471762332326241.post-35885007107451308152011-01-14T10:14:00.000-08:002011-01-14T10:14:48.403-08:00Skodi Jodi<span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><u>Skodi Jodi</u></span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Crotchless, Skanky, Laughy, Dopey, Sneezy, Doc and you</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Snow White was Cocaine </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">for my Shoe kicked her Arse and kicked the Rabbit</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">The Monkey Laughed and kicked my Habit</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Seventy plus I may have a Clue-</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">if I don't drown in my own piss.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">I hate that smell, it makes me gag-</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">and that 'aint funny</span>..100% Kiwi in Buenos Aireshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01205996509115052891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680471762332326241.post-49588730809382362672010-11-27T16:49:00.000-08:002011-01-14T10:11:23.009-08:00Wife of RileyWife of Riley<br />
<br />
Too precious many- too many few<br />
<br />
I cut you deep- you cut me too<br />
<br />
Moments like pictures- in scrapbooks made<br />
<br />
Sepia and turquoise- thrown in rivers will fade<br />
<br />
Wash it all down with vomit- the bile is base<br />
<br />
I stink like shit- I hate the taste<br />
<br />
Tommorrows come quickly- I fuck them with ease<br />
<br />
But yesterday screws me- and todays just a tease<br />
<br />
But whilst words keep on coming- like value and trust<br />
<br />
I sneer and forsake them- like unsettling dust <br />
<br />
My life is a pittance- a stone dropped in your pond<br />
<br />
Soon the ripples will scatter- and then I'll be gone<br />
<br />
Friends can't all be lovers- but there's some that you do<br />
<br />
And there's some that will do you- If you want them to<br />
<br />
Twenty four jump street- Madonna and Depp<br />
<br />
Live like young James Dean- and hold no regret<br />
<a name='more'></a><br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
You know the stuff that's being pushed down your<br />
throat every single day?<br />
<br />
Well if so you're going to love this!<br />
<a href="http://theimhub.com/go.php?offer=bambazonke&pid=1">http://theimhub.com/go.php?offer=bambazonke&pid=1</a>100% Kiwi in Buenos Aireshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01205996509115052891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680471762332326241.post-69892396120634770292010-01-12T12:52:00.001-08:002010-12-08T18:10:04.094-08:00Angels in Buenos Airesdraft 1..for Andrea<br />
<br />
<br />
Angels Grounded with Wings of Stone-<br />
<br />
Earthbound and Clumsy like a Dandelion Fairy.<br />
<br />
Stumble Along the Cobbled Streets of Buenos Aires-<br />
<br />
Hobbled by the Weight of our World.<br />
<br />
A Mortar, Grinding<br />
<br />
Bruising Their Naked <br />
<br />
Pestled Shoulders.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCiMh5pOwcst-Y6zhRDiB9rlhMqU5Ncks1uOXulnBBQ9vuWdIMJicJZO9Uss1eBtEEfGjvQVzHuHnWrmK0dikIGKNq-1H_GI8lr4c0H6vl7ENuspJViy3-Tx5jFNBFilMF7YzzBmUZtJ4/s1600/P6191064.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCiMh5pOwcst-Y6zhRDiB9rlhMqU5Ncks1uOXulnBBQ9vuWdIMJicJZO9Uss1eBtEEfGjvQVzHuHnWrmK0dikIGKNq-1H_GI8lr4c0H6vl7ENuspJViy3-Tx5jFNBFilMF7YzzBmUZtJ4/s320/P6191064.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br />
<br />
<div id="blogname"><h1><a href="http://www.blogger.com/">Short Stories and Other Word Works by...</a></h1></div><span class="content"></span>http://bit.ly/fttL0w100% Kiwi in Buenos Aireshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01205996509115052891noreply@blogger.com0