tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71054561051825983212024-03-05T21:24:59.794-08:00threehundredsixtyfivebamboo boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05639341313587917391noreply@blogger.comBlogger159125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105456105182598321.post-31554320958438987922009-06-08T22:33:00.000-07:002009-06-26T22:42:17.549-07:00June 8th, 2009<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh7d_yeqMtJALSyAxzO5jpbE2ceZCwHmvQXa-EpGwoUIY1COQI5LsCWHhMg5jEAJ9cXjB_xA9l5pr6DRHhG8Ah1Jrb6fMzMNypK7Qz9rNjbp2zhWV78pPWNbVxgC-o7xVQUypFqjofHI_i/s1600-h/methree.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 145px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh7d_yeqMtJALSyAxzO5jpbE2ceZCwHmvQXa-EpGwoUIY1COQI5LsCWHhMg5jEAJ9cXjB_xA9l5pr6DRHhG8Ah1Jrb6fMzMNypK7Qz9rNjbp2zhWV78pPWNbVxgC-o7xVQUypFqjofHI_i/s320/methree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351876930998656210" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >"To you I'm an atheist; to God, I'm the Loyal Opposition."</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;">-Woody Allen</span><br /></div><br />You are so much more than<br />They're looking for.<br />If only you knew<br />What it meant<br />To be<br />Youbamboo boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05639341313587917391noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105456105182598321.post-8082482807722103952009-06-07T17:22:00.000-07:002009-06-24T23:19:17.375-07:00June 7th, 2009<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0XIVnhSurtgC_nZPWzbPpe-r6axpJF-gMunoKO24uqdnjtyfy7BI_vs0fS3NeyfeYK9obnWZBENfE6EP9DR7_TEDSjvazxOBGUJUhlizGKVhQUWjU7reJ4HkBDxsh3GOL5-LZRjLumQ7Y/s1600-h/IMG_2492.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0XIVnhSurtgC_nZPWzbPpe-r6axpJF-gMunoKO24uqdnjtyfy7BI_vs0fS3NeyfeYK9obnWZBENfE6EP9DR7_TEDSjvazxOBGUJUhlizGKVhQUWjU7reJ4HkBDxsh3GOL5-LZRjLumQ7Y/s320/IMG_2492.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351144800931347682" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >"I bought a cactus. A week later it died.<br />And I got depressed, because I thought, Damn.<br />I am less nurturing than a desert."<br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >-Demetri Martin</span><br /></div></div><br /><br />Evil and brilliant,<br />We breed vaporous faces below their merits<br />And suck marrow from old bones where<br />Marrow shouldn't exist.<br /><br />Hold close, because we're always too far away<br />Can two bodies meld into one?<br />We'll try, we'll try<br />To be onebamboo boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05639341313587917391noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105456105182598321.post-35744775888896724402009-06-06T13:22:00.000-07:002009-06-22T13:41:27.773-07:00June 6th, 2009<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGtvLzFOnaYYdYWARLQDPBFF3Oyaxw7tZX2F_JEBtGisvcjmmKjTuakSAPR6pl_HJy_yhHaPUce89ZWlqlWGrFsYPqVI2ZwzXMKTQwuWne_oGuirlS4EClh0HW1KCefesSlSADAvXeHiUB/s1600-h/IMG_2960.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGtvLzFOnaYYdYWARLQDPBFF3Oyaxw7tZX2F_JEBtGisvcjmmKjTuakSAPR6pl_HJy_yhHaPUce89ZWlqlWGrFsYPqVI2ZwzXMKTQwuWne_oGuirlS4EClh0HW1KCefesSlSADAvXeHiUB/s320/IMG_2960.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350253173948340450" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >"Do what you love, love what you do,<br />leave the world a better place and don't pick your nose."</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">-Jeff Mallett</span></span><br /></div><br />A rose, wrapped in bows,<br />invading your space.<br />Virtually acceptable<br />Minorly offensive<br />Freshly chopped cilantro<br />A burrito of memory.bamboo boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05639341313587917391noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105456105182598321.post-54145538977031719802009-06-05T13:18:00.000-07:002009-06-22T13:22:01.400-07:00June 5th, 2009<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmpItDp8Ssg7CvbbrWAbn4P6KF_WBncNTgoXWSP50ze9J-SXu9OCX7AyUwf7nn6ym52wES82eXCaCwv_hRD2f7sECrtfrgIZcYET2rLSp_KyPGY4DXT-gPwFN1D4LiRXjijj7ZPooH1Gyc/s1600-h/n555320069_255168_880.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmpItDp8Ssg7CvbbrWAbn4P6KF_WBncNTgoXWSP50ze9J-SXu9OCX7AyUwf7nn6ym52wES82eXCaCwv_hRD2f7sECrtfrgIZcYET2rLSp_KyPGY4DXT-gPwFN1D4LiRXjijj7ZPooH1Gyc/s320/n555320069_255168_880.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350249209483963346" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >"It is difficult to produce a television documentary that is both incisive and probing when every twelve minutes one is interrupted by twelve dancing rabbits singing about toilet paper."</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">-Rod Serling</span></span><br /></div><br />Darling, darling! Your face is thinning,<br />Your hair is falling<br />right out of your scalp.<br />Your skin is wrinkling<br />Your eyes are sinking<br />Your bones are twisting<br />You age quite well.bamboo boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05639341313587917391noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105456105182598321.post-69907286259304087362009-06-04T13:15:00.000-07:002009-06-22T13:18:12.802-07:00June 4th, 2009<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb613goTlURN6_ZrAWdOu0rbeSz0g39IBicX4H4B1gwxZJ-478xYPG4zyyJr6sjsulqviFVuuSZIjRLyFzPD4pcbZ8VWTgogzJwv_GrE3GF8a_QqMQjWhvludIAYhsUYhFWUq7fBuJ5a18/s1600-h/5178_1184722261129_1320425897_30502449_1499680_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb613goTlURN6_ZrAWdOu0rbeSz0g39IBicX4H4B1gwxZJ-478xYPG4zyyJr6sjsulqviFVuuSZIjRLyFzPD4pcbZ8VWTgogzJwv_GrE3GF8a_QqMQjWhvludIAYhsUYhFWUq7fBuJ5a18/s320/5178_1184722261129_1320425897_30502449_1499680_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350248232580362658" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >"Difficulties strengthen the mind, as labor does the body."</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;">-Seneca</span><br /></div><br />Squeaky shoes,<br />on plate-shattering tile<br />Walk across with books<br />falling from your head<br />You've lost your poise.<br /><br />Learning through osmosis<br />Falling through osmosis<br />Dreaming through osmosis<br />Being through osmosis.bamboo boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05639341313587917391noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105456105182598321.post-73033289713511695312009-06-03T12:13:00.000-07:002009-06-22T13:13:30.791-07:00June 3rd, 2009<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibI3mulkkiHV5L96iD7S_Th2dQFHVWFxN7PdkRn5hvM4rn1A4EtJEnCdIHONLnOkVk1Wn89BkgfnkNoJgBN_VnmCy_uDNFxYZCCAxQP60_32Ge2qqU4-tF3RKhZTluL5Bxa_Pt04d87FJm/s1600-h/IMG_2933.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibI3mulkkiHV5L96iD7S_Th2dQFHVWFxN7PdkRn5hvM4rn1A4EtJEnCdIHONLnOkVk1Wn89BkgfnkNoJgBN_VnmCy_uDNFxYZCCAxQP60_32Ge2qqU4-tF3RKhZTluL5Bxa_Pt04d87FJm/s320/IMG_2933.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350232821938166642" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >"Our bodies communicate to us clearly and specifically, </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >if we are willing to listen to them."</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >-Shakti Gawain</span><br /></div><br />Down<br />Down<br />Down<br />Dawn<br />Dawn<br />Damn<br />Damn<br />Damn<br />Damn<br />Delicious young ladies dance through the dark and the dreary, dreaming of dandelions and dashing dickheads.bamboo boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05639341313587917391noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105456105182598321.post-82758094223549734102009-06-02T00:48:00.000-07:002009-06-22T12:11:17.528-07:00June 2nd, 2009<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgIj7ch0dmW1wdZjDjyIGJUzHG99pGAGn1daDCwOcVAJOgErWh5GSaTGITfb14_NER__5XC61aEu9jLScC9CxLqy3TpJr9fWUAMcIRo_qlFDYrJf5hUIVkql0qvSQqyb5U_5JRvxNVJREj/s1600-h/IMG_2834.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgIj7ch0dmW1wdZjDjyIGJUzHG99pGAGn1daDCwOcVAJOgErWh5GSaTGITfb14_NER__5XC61aEu9jLScC9CxLqy3TpJr9fWUAMcIRo_qlFDYrJf5hUIVkql0qvSQqyb5U_5JRvxNVJREj/s320/IMG_2834.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350056022904097762" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"A sailor without a destination cannot hope for a favorable wind."</span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;">-Leon Tec</span><br /></div><br />your mouth is a faucet<br />like my nose<br />your words<br />are like mucus.<br />and this is why<br />we never listen.bamboo boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05639341313587917391noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105456105182598321.post-88690381996206820912009-06-01T00:22:00.000-07:002009-06-22T00:26:32.452-07:00June 1st, 2009<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijLzO26wAdgl6PSDbB34w2x8Eb5terNUHJLSqKIE8XpF-zsf963156XToL47TvY4HRIwFlKh5UI73p8vJeXOejYs1fDJbxMRW_b7SPrGjiuX-tkY67lV4ENbcz6r9Oe7h5pjqzjVsJKiEX/s1600-h/IMG_2941.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijLzO26wAdgl6PSDbB34w2x8Eb5terNUHJLSqKIE8XpF-zsf963156XToL47TvY4HRIwFlKh5UI73p8vJeXOejYs1fDJbxMRW_b7SPrGjiuX-tkY67lV4ENbcz6r9Oe7h5pjqzjVsJKiEX/s320/IMG_2941.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350049325516577874" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >"Call on God, but row away from the rocks."</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >-Indian Proverb</span><br /></div><br />My nose is so sour,<br />came the complaint from the corner.<br />It's always something.<br />The music's too loud,<br />My drink is too weak,<br />My dress is too long,<br />It's too dark to see.<br />Just tune it out, tune it out,<br />They'll have to shut up eventually,<br /><br />right?bamboo boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05639341313587917391noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105456105182598321.post-90450450630002938862009-05-31T20:35:00.000-07:002009-06-21T20:57:56.689-07:00May 31st, 2009<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFQr2fpoTyG1WKXm_RJjQFAxybzM5FywXbWrfmn-pl1SAO2tm2d7Wm9juZ_IN9UZqdOXeI0hOT98EV35YPVC4eI1lLgB5lTPmbSdxj539TfFPr87AGnoCTYZoC0wWQhRcy2zYhICFMzoZL/s1600-h/IMG_2849.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFQr2fpoTyG1WKXm_RJjQFAxybzM5FywXbWrfmn-pl1SAO2tm2d7Wm9juZ_IN9UZqdOXeI0hOT98EV35YPVC4eI1lLgB5lTPmbSdxj539TfFPr87AGnoCTYZoC0wWQhRcy2zYhICFMzoZL/s320/IMG_2849.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349991093107211602" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"I love my past. I love my present.<br />I'm not ashamed of what I've had,<br />and I'm not sad because I have it no longer."</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >-Colette</span><br /></div><br />They were drinking<br />milk and honey sitting<br />under a willow<br />the wind was hot<br />in their hair.<br /><br />They were daisy murderers,<br />sun worshipers.<br />Their lives were like a faerie tale<br />And it was beautiful.bamboo boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05639341313587917391noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105456105182598321.post-65554805935354016072009-05-30T17:30:00.000-07:002009-06-21T20:23:03.423-07:00May 30th, 2009<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiP04PtdMpMv863Mb-tIuceqN-MAo-3RsNmfYk5TtAZMzkM-oG0Grr9HVPwvb_nrbCYBMyZEnDxP9a7BHvpgSmWREbGnKqZ5dOtTPMfB-fQXPJYnsjBchEPrOjkNjzmznTAxQTsS0wvjBJ/s1600-h/IMG_2948.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiP04PtdMpMv863Mb-tIuceqN-MAo-3RsNmfYk5TtAZMzkM-oG0Grr9HVPwvb_nrbCYBMyZEnDxP9a7BHvpgSmWREbGnKqZ5dOtTPMfB-fQXPJYnsjBchEPrOjkNjzmznTAxQTsS0wvjBJ/s320/IMG_2948.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349957258499419890" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >"If the point is sharp, and the arrow is swift, it can pierce through the dust no matter how thick."</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">-Bob Dylan</span></span><br /></div><br />Crab apple heart<br />Making way for a<br />fear.<br />Honesty lost<br />somewhere in your core.bamboo boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05639341313587917391noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105456105182598321.post-44719346543962835682009-05-29T12:58:00.000-07:002009-06-21T13:09:32.957-07:00May 29th, 2009<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrubkvHRisV3ZyENUC1qRb1KNJL4nXD0WG-E8sTse_Ta7UqWZ_XmbIbdty4GN6mEQx153Z8PXrutPvV1Eq8AoA0aiQ9ciLP-Hza4grnanykamE7HQXiEBtckyXEMx4PK2PE5Euj1Vx-ZAJ/s1600-h/P1020786.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrubkvHRisV3ZyENUC1qRb1KNJL4nXD0WG-E8sTse_Ta7UqWZ_XmbIbdty4GN6mEQx153Z8PXrutPvV1Eq8AoA0aiQ9ciLP-Hza4grnanykamE7HQXiEBtckyXEMx4PK2PE5Euj1Vx-ZAJ/s320/P1020786.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349873582442630386" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >"Style is knowing who you are, what you want to say and not giving a damn."</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">-Gore Vidal</span></span><br /></div><br />Play you like ivory.<br />Up and down, side to side<br />Top open, baby grand<br />Your notes are planned,<br />push a key to make a sound.<br />and in that sound, we've drowned.bamboo boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05639341313587917391noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105456105182598321.post-50832409644779957592009-05-28T12:50:00.000-07:002009-06-21T12:55:27.663-07:00May 28th, 2009<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6BDoD7Iuqbsfaec8L9-YNRG8z2hAWw5QQeFJqNEHpCcZYpnK5yPTYpG8oUSRMrXb0CHu0ZUfdO0fgBQufL1KyrRgTcJigkKY7NliZI9ns9STy4atu14Vn2N0egEAnkD5txL__t6EXDSAW/s1600-h/frans4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6BDoD7Iuqbsfaec8L9-YNRG8z2hAWw5QQeFJqNEHpCcZYpnK5yPTYpG8oUSRMrXb0CHu0ZUfdO0fgBQufL1KyrRgTcJigkKY7NliZI9ns9STy4atu14Vn2N0egEAnkD5txL__t6EXDSAW/s320/frans4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349871225596616658" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >"Some people make headlines while others make history."</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;">-Philip Elmer-DeWitt</span><br /></div><br />harlots wallow in the sun.<br />waiting for the night to come<br />shield them from mirrors<br /><br />because mirrors don't lie.bamboo boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05639341313587917391noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105456105182598321.post-28410044323219416192009-05-27T12:44:00.000-07:002009-06-21T12:48:52.652-07:00May 27th, 2009<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS2kSqEG2eyMbDu5aBpkDb0RAJERDKl9Xeb5h6neLmApt2Snqpe6Ha__BzNLfWu6lny6pmqkhADtKaYKb5WXPy2YA4a4ikVpGXuuIuzuI3RWdpNLsrroDAAHhec8eKUXrA3X2o6nETTGnF/s1600-h/IMG_2912.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS2kSqEG2eyMbDu5aBpkDb0RAJERDKl9Xeb5h6neLmApt2Snqpe6Ha__BzNLfWu6lny6pmqkhADtKaYKb5WXPy2YA4a4ikVpGXuuIuzuI3RWdpNLsrroDAAHhec8eKUXrA3X2o6nETTGnF/s320/IMG_2912.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349869181993772002" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >"Surrealism is destructive,<br />but it destroys only what it considers<br />to be shackles limiting our vision."</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;">-Salvador DalĂ</span><br /></div><br />Your eyes are slits on mine.<br />A mermaid arises and<br />it's just another Friday,<br />a holy grail and a tree spirit<br />for you to drink from and laugh with<br />with wind in the trees you<br />only gasp at the sight of a reflection.bamboo boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05639341313587917391noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105456105182598321.post-26244910736962138882009-05-26T12:23:00.000-07:002009-06-21T12:39:04.683-07:00May 26th, 2009<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy7nc2Mvgsrcy7bTIDpIDIP-q-GEsQ13e7_GYeZOfEv66zpLXJ-yFLcCLHbEe9rC3JAI9eEv9sEUpXpTg5jhPwz-7HOEK-3hj0C43aSsWCCEY1q7PO3_o0PZ8Z5AYyzPLW8izRzmD3MAAs/s1600-h/IMG_2905.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 146px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy7nc2Mvgsrcy7bTIDpIDIP-q-GEsQ13e7_GYeZOfEv66zpLXJ-yFLcCLHbEe9rC3JAI9eEv9sEUpXpTg5jhPwz-7HOEK-3hj0C43aSsWCCEY1q7PO3_o0PZ8Z5AYyzPLW8izRzmD3MAAs/s320/IMG_2905.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349863820257751410" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"Surrealism is not a school of poetry but a movement of liberation ... A way of rediscovering the language of innocence, a renewal of the primordial pact, poetry is the basic text, the foundation of the human order. Surrealism is revolutionary because it is a return to the beginning of all beginnings."</span></span><br /><div style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;">-Octavio Paz</span><br /></div><br />in the hideous love-making<br />of devils and whores,<br />the wind would kiss her breast<br />entwined their thin limbs<br />upon his brow; terrible, sweet.<br />I no longer felt myself,<br />in a sea, star-infused with a flock of doves.<br />backwards into sleep,<br />i hung there.bamboo boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05639341313587917391noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105456105182598321.post-48644738263580462572009-05-25T22:41:00.000-07:002009-06-20T22:47:54.474-07:00May 25th, 2009<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw__VpASyfoMYKybLMN8NhJ6QgOC0GCID9XEQ0UqmMuXfwDVjhEzqRWrJeP69RADKhbejgkngRfcsE_iVI3hjY8WJMaEzzjY_hbA7FlV4nSA7hIQxErBF9yGRi3G4L9o_ycBMGSZFOhIYS/s1600-h/IMG_2673.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw__VpASyfoMYKybLMN8NhJ6QgOC0GCID9XEQ0UqmMuXfwDVjhEzqRWrJeP69RADKhbejgkngRfcsE_iVI3hjY8WJMaEzzjY_hbA7FlV4nSA7hIQxErBF9yGRi3G4L9o_ycBMGSZFOhIYS/s320/IMG_2673.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349652025356538994" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >"To love deeply in one direction makes us more loving in all others."</span><br /><div style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;">-Anne-Sophie Swetchine</span><br /></div></div><br />Stained glass angels in my dreams,<br />A scene so bright and saccharine.<br />They fly off the glass, and into the sun<br />Finally finding where they really belong.<br /><br />The sky is yours to searchbamboo boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05639341313587917391noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105456105182598321.post-45789032023113286812009-05-24T22:34:00.000-07:002009-06-20T22:41:15.439-07:00May 24th, 2009<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZrhsuN2UMSiDGHlIBXi5Mg7_9N5TqojE3EevcjMFWZAKZnvwOYzgkFfIondBbnPZF_k6dbbsvYjAnTA1qBIe-G0U-K9alv3LZWLSOiARLiG4wAUodPz4Go_kvzWB-RoVTHfLG-iwCjcGs/s1600-h/IMG_2667.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZrhsuN2UMSiDGHlIBXi5Mg7_9N5TqojE3EevcjMFWZAKZnvwOYzgkFfIondBbnPZF_k6dbbsvYjAnTA1qBIe-G0U-K9alv3LZWLSOiARLiG4wAUodPz4Go_kvzWB-RoVTHfLG-iwCjcGs/s320/IMG_2667.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349650129048792338" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >"Photographers do this for a living, every single day -- they point their lenses toward every single corner of our world and somehow make the mundane mesmerizing through their artistic eye. It's all a matter of being aware of your surroundings and realizing that there are some really amazing and interesting things to look at, even if it may just be something so simple as a wall being covered up by paint."</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;">-Ward Jenkins</span><br /></div><br />Blackberry red light,<br />through a sparkly vapor<br />of prepubescent lovers<br />and jaded one timers.<br /><br />This time we won't remember,<br />though we won't chose to forget, either.bamboo boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05639341313587917391noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105456105182598321.post-68691007529541228542009-05-23T22:27:00.000-07:002009-06-20T22:33:30.497-07:00May 23rd, 2009<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPdFZSqF5G44XkERdFfrXaFGe86aU2ji6-P__m4SIgLTC59UPunZylh3QVR3HEd-I-S8Oi0SFVA0xtSMK6Drx_Jlp7P2v-4h93G03WTA20hBzU4rB71GqTbH1n6vF0-e-PnHcHQaP6qHOx/s1600-h/IMG_2645.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPdFZSqF5G44XkERdFfrXaFGe86aU2ji6-P__m4SIgLTC59UPunZylh3QVR3HEd-I-S8Oi0SFVA0xtSMK6Drx_Jlp7P2v-4h93G03WTA20hBzU4rB71GqTbH1n6vF0-e-PnHcHQaP6qHOx/s320/IMG_2645.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349648436557844626" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >"We are so vain that we even care for the opinion of those we don't care for."</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">-Marie Ebner von Eschenbach</span></span><br /></div><br />To make love:<br />Bake.<br />Write a song,<br />and sleep.<br />See them in your eyes then<br />your mind's eye.<br />Spin in circles,<br />because spinning in squares<br />is difficult.<br />watch a movie and<br />touch hands<br />in the popcorn.<br />Forget your past<br />and imagine your future.bamboo boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05639341313587917391noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105456105182598321.post-87444235891505633242009-05-22T22:17:00.000-07:002009-06-20T22:26:43.613-07:00May 22nd, 2009<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1ZLVfKc1qj5B9dWGGbMx48fzXPuzj8FdVqXBZMWImwacIUxf_FMJ0NGuUU2Ioj4qQIc7rK4AWmFreokhlXbibBvSc8jCC41qRN0iClDJUc3VzTQxW9NrV9NXv4Xfldse3FKDwD9aA6iDQ/s1600-h/IMG_2589.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1ZLVfKc1qj5B9dWGGbMx48fzXPuzj8FdVqXBZMWImwacIUxf_FMJ0NGuUU2Ioj4qQIc7rK4AWmFreokhlXbibBvSc8jCC41qRN0iClDJUc3VzTQxW9NrV9NXv4Xfldse3FKDwD9aA6iDQ/s320/IMG_2589.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349645968508667394" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"There are many who dare not kill themselves for fear of what the neighbors will say."</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">-Cyril Connolly</span></span><br /></div><br />Which senses engage you, escape you?<br />Pondering over the five,<br />sight<br />smell<br />touch<br />taste<br />hear<br /><br />the colour purple<br />the scent of vanilla<br />the softest of skins,<br />an airy taste<br />and a sound words cannot<br />cover.bamboo boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05639341313587917391noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105456105182598321.post-55178165765517399982009-05-21T16:50:00.000-07:002009-06-17T17:03:33.548-07:00May 21st, 2009<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd5tB8VLKyrIjFskwRiM8fiaKm2iX1SstYYTbN-jFEjLEUQEFf4q_crKHF19vIMcQ7VyDI0MTaneyKeBYmp9da9oxzEbiiSUioZhIOQqgqNQWph0u4_LAMGarjcYfxMF7KK5Z122Wdv24E/s1600-h/photo+13.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd5tB8VLKyrIjFskwRiM8fiaKm2iX1SstYYTbN-jFEjLEUQEFf4q_crKHF19vIMcQ7VyDI0MTaneyKeBYmp9da9oxzEbiiSUioZhIOQqgqNQWph0u4_LAMGarjcYfxMF7KK5Z122Wdv24E/s320/photo+13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348449808083299538" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >"A good listener is usually thinking about something else."</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >-Kin Hubbard </span><br /></div><br />flesh meets flesh and<br />so it begins.<br />when nothing else matters and<br />flesh continues until it<br />is flesh no more.<br />The haunting continues.<br />Flesh meets flesh and<br />so it ends.bamboo boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05639341313587917391noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105456105182598321.post-66957919096146792212009-05-20T14:34:00.000-07:002009-06-17T16:49:32.537-07:00May 20th, 2009<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh94oF2WUK_FOW14NXX44adVOwDNcQtoGIMazBhw0woflxmmE5PyFSuQTpRlUqMrTCpFufPdqFhl-oMN2jMbHPUUDIHidLSSePFAJQhK9MEJqSLKpthAyxEWNq2fqcz1Ah7sTTaPVmI6XWw/s1600-h/photo+16.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh94oF2WUK_FOW14NXX44adVOwDNcQtoGIMazBhw0woflxmmE5PyFSuQTpRlUqMrTCpFufPdqFhl-oMN2jMbHPUUDIHidLSSePFAJQhK9MEJqSLKpthAyxEWNq2fqcz1Ah7sTTaPVmI6XWw/s320/photo+16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348413300580686002" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >"Some think it's holding on that makes one strong; sometimes it's letting go."</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;">-Sylvia Robinson</span><br /></div><br />It is the dying spirit.<br />Desiring, I hide.<br />Desiring a taste,<br />A touch<br />Of your<br />Spirit.bamboo boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05639341313587917391noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105456105182598321.post-3714727633941185002009-05-19T14:20:00.000-07:002009-06-17T14:28:38.215-07:00May 19th, 2009<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsqgo-OHh9E6x390IRyyusdHdeANXZP_9KnavWkOsy2fssf8RVhW87SytMo8wntLwN1XVGt93580PcZa4aG-Xu8SDBjXWI9Yi1ip7DFYHZlopEb7n8moTVj_7R0kkAXzxKRy2qO811DJG5/s1600-h/photo+10-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsqgo-OHh9E6x390IRyyusdHdeANXZP_9KnavWkOsy2fssf8RVhW87SytMo8wntLwN1XVGt93580PcZa4aG-Xu8SDBjXWI9Yi1ip7DFYHZlopEb7n8moTVj_7R0kkAXzxKRy2qO811DJG5/s320/photo+10-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348409733382781714" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >"Learn as much by writing as by reading."</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;">-Lord Acton</span><br /></div><br />We meet on the banks,<br />dreaming of pink shores<br />and serene skies<br /><br />your velvety spirit soars.<br />Lift, fade: discover.bamboo boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05639341313587917391noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105456105182598321.post-91933548980192399852009-05-18T14:13:00.000-07:002009-06-17T14:19:35.043-07:00May 18th, 2009<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHTaYdX81TNRJHtQVFZrpeGFBYZehYAvQDRmp4uxUc7jztHr0-lhCd4Uxh4QmeLRy5nifOVEji5B4axswY_1F38yzwTaLbmvkgFvzUqo2xIUUDJj6wyRW9lQD3D6R020AeWIRHK7Vu-Vhw/s1600-h/photo+6.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHTaYdX81TNRJHtQVFZrpeGFBYZehYAvQDRmp4uxUc7jztHr0-lhCd4Uxh4QmeLRy5nifOVEji5B4axswY_1F38yzwTaLbmvkgFvzUqo2xIUUDJj6wyRW9lQD3D6R020AeWIRHK7Vu-Vhw/s320/photo+6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348407980822135570" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >"A man travels the world over in search of what he needs and returns home to find it."</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">-George Moore</span></span><br /></div><br />Without change,<br />flying through a silver lining.<br />Aerodynamically flawed,<br />But you fly anyway.<br /><br />Mold and mend a new existence.<br />Why would you need anything else?<br />Holding high an award<br />Given to you by a stranger<br />A smile changes everything.bamboo boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05639341313587917391noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105456105182598321.post-20028040812609831922009-05-17T14:08:00.000-07:002009-06-17T14:12:36.241-07:00May 17th, 2009<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsJq4OY_tLVG5UOU8MjVzTEXh_Muqauri9JJs_P3Savxf6mWyrqS534LzxafRISjRHC7mBxqNVs351VE8Jr1rn3GlA6q7lH8H8aHh420NU8EBRYK6HY_YoNyy2Vojr0RFbQ3totba7db1X/s1600-h/photo+1.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsJq4OY_tLVG5UOU8MjVzTEXh_Muqauri9JJs_P3Savxf6mWyrqS534LzxafRISjRHC7mBxqNVs351VE8Jr1rn3GlA6q7lH8H8aHh420NU8EBRYK6HY_YoNyy2Vojr0RFbQ3totba7db1X/s320/photo+1.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348406611956775762" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >"I never took hallucinogenic drugs because I never wanted my consciousness expanded one unnecessary iota."</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">-Fran Lebowitz</span></span><br /></div><br />thick eyebrows are better<br />than thin ones.<br />thin eyebrows have<br />no character<br />no personality.<br />shapely thick eyebrows<br />are beautiful.bamboo boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05639341313587917391noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105456105182598321.post-14429603041073167602009-05-16T14:04:00.000-07:002009-06-17T14:08:03.995-07:00May 16th, 2009<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMdaQrEDN50_fxKElwuEsJURA_AXApNRzhiEltYczK5AgwcpcwYUciOri0reU3zRuRhL0fUeLh84XIckwmiZO1tJTMq0Md2G1D_N1BdjQC9lxNiLXDoZeNUxfT8HFdRe1OMB5fd1KPSBTx/s1600-h/photo+7.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMdaQrEDN50_fxKElwuEsJURA_AXApNRzhiEltYczK5AgwcpcwYUciOri0reU3zRuRhL0fUeLh84XIckwmiZO1tJTMq0Md2G1D_N1BdjQC9lxNiLXDoZeNUxfT8HFdRe1OMB5fd1KPSBTx/s320/photo+7.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348405670816466818" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"It is a far, far better thing to have a firm anchor in nonsense than to put out on the troubled sea of thought."</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">-John Kenneth Galbraith</span></span><br /></div><br />Tiger tiger, shining bright<br />please leave me alone tonight.<br />I cannot sleep while you pace<br />to and fro<br />So please, glowing tiger, let me go.bamboo boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05639341313587917391noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105456105182598321.post-63727070661105129742009-05-15T13:57:00.000-07:002009-06-17T14:02:54.249-07:00May 15th, 2009<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhesriTH4wWmNVI5Nzw50DXGWJGTUP1dVEpo6h5TH4oSH_3X83xQquMOuh5A9juF_65qZsft_S5OYGXGBLD-AWrQ5y3BorxLJHAPV4t_J62P75QTuMUHAwrEK4WxVWfId1GZJrSGeOXIO0U/s1600-h/audrey.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhesriTH4wWmNVI5Nzw50DXGWJGTUP1dVEpo6h5TH4oSH_3X83xQquMOuh5A9juF_65qZsft_S5OYGXGBLD-AWrQ5y3BorxLJHAPV4t_J62P75QTuMUHAwrEK4WxVWfId1GZJrSGeOXIO0U/s320/audrey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348403739192748418" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >"The whole problem with the world is that fools and fanatics are always so certain of themselves, but wiser people so full of doubts."</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >-Bertrand Russell </span><br /></div><br />we do this dance in the outskirts,<br />pretending everything is<br />covered in lava<br />including our hands.<br />Touching is forbidden.<br />So we circle around,<br />on tiptoe.bamboo boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05639341313587917391noreply@blogger.com0