tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348193373680302222012-02-16T04:36:33.084-08:00sédarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00824116472239519174noreply@blogger.comBlogger71100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34819337368030222.post-52076769392391888732009-05-28T21:14:00.000-07:002010-10-21T13:30:41.302-07:00spent tonight soothing my soul with the gypsy goddess, after having car windshield cracked by a stone thrown by a passing tractor trailer.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34819337368030222-5207676939239188873?l=shalalaand.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sédarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00824116472239519174noreply@blogger.com33tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34819337368030222.post-21712691855034516492009-04-25T21:31:00.000-07:002009-04-26T20:07:17.557-07:00<a href="http://s684.photobucket.com/albums/vv204/saharem/?action=view&amp;current=BakerBanana-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i684.photobucket.com/albums/vv204/saharem/BakerBanana-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> a cavil of wild deer </span><br /><br /><a href="http://s684.photobucket.com/albums/vv204/saharem/?action=view&amp;current=sorcery-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i684.photobucket.com/albums/vv204/saharem/sorcery-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" ><br /> <span style="font-family:arial;">the bleeding heart of the arctic</span></span><br /><br /><a href="http://s684.photobucket.com/albums/vv204/saharem/?action=view&amp;current=DSCN0528.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i684.photobucket.com/albums/vv204/saharem/DSCN0528.jpg" alt="grub" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />a midnight snack</span><br /><br /><a href="http://s684.photobucket.com/albums/vv204/saharem/?action=view&amp;current=vertigo.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i684.photobucket.com/albums/vv204/saharem/vertigo.jpg" alt="rocks" border="0" /></a><br /><br />the sun<br /><br /><a href="http://s684.photobucket.com/albums/vv204/saharem/?action=view&amp;current=Photo1187.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i684.photobucket.com/albums/vv204/saharem/Photo1187.jpg" alt="nwyrss" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><i><b>précieuses</b></i><br /><br /><a href="http://s684.photobucket.com/albums/vv204/saharem/?action=view&current=fieldnpz.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i684.photobucket.com/albums/vv204/saharem/fieldnpz.jpg" border="0" alt="shawangunk"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34819337368030222-2171269185503451649?l=shalalaand.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sédarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00824116472239519174noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34819337368030222.post-86563998241405456172009-03-18T21:13:00.000-07:002009-04-26T20:14:59.793-07:00<a href="http://s684.photobucket.com/albums/vv204/saharem/?action=view&current=julie.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i684.photobucket.com/albums/vv204/saharem/julie.jpg" border="0" alt="julienewmar"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34819337368030222-8656399824140545617?l=shalalaand.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sédarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00824116472239519174noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34819337368030222.post-16222571677361110462009-03-07T21:31:00.000-08:002009-04-26T20:22:54.715-07:00<span style="font-size:85%;">We were near the ocean with my sister and mom, and we were picking out fishes from the sushi menu. We were talking about this shirt that was made out of thin rope and beads, shaped like a barrel with straps. As we were talking about this, the dream turned into your dream, and in it you were a child playing with muppet-ish characters. You wanted to leave them and come with us, so<span> </span>finally you realized that you were dreaming and you could, and that's when I woke up.</span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IlDUeMEPqz8/SbNa9R5VHTI/AAAAAAAAADo/D7EkOqyzlDk/s1600-h/fishboy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IlDUeMEPqz8/SbNa9R5VHTI/AAAAAAAAADo/D7EkOqyzlDk/s400/fishboy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310688394422328626" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IlDUeMEPqz8/SbNa9mwSiaI/AAAAAAAAADw/fh_rjJsAOHo/s1600-h/Photo+2507.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IlDUeMEPqz8/SbNa9mwSiaI/AAAAAAAAADw/fh_rjJsAOHo/s400/Photo+2507.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310688400021555618" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"><br /></span></div><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"><div><br /></div><br /><br />Hello I am a cake of soap<br />dissolving in a warm bath<br /><br />A train with no windows and no doors<br />a lover with no eyes for his mask<br />---inside is the speed of life.<br /><br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;">james tate</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34819337368030222-1622257167736111046?l=shalalaand.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sédarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00824116472239519174noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34819337368030222.post-74240055189448470702009-03-05T08:33:00.000-08:002010-10-21T13:14:33.816-07:00<img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IlDUeMEPqz8/Sa__gYAJX7I/AAAAAAAAACg/wq8i9eflWEI/s400/crevicebelow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309743417357066162" border="0" /><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I woke up from dreaming about puppets, and fancy dresses. Then we rode the train together.<br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> I have left the land of the old people and white babies for the sanctity and diversity of</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> NYPL.</span></div><div> </div><div> </div><div><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IlDUeMEPqz8/SbAQRCIAVfI/AAAAAAAAADg/RY-Jgsek5tE/s200/elephant.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309761845484082674" border="0" /></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></div><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:13;"> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:13;"> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:13;"> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:13;"> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:13;"> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:13;"> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:13;"> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:13;"> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:13;"> </span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34819337368030222-7424005518944847070?l=shalalaand.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sédarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00824116472239519174noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34819337368030222.post-45124441866328445292009-03-03T10:04:00.000-08:002010-10-21T13:24:12.773-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IlDUeMEPqz8/Sa12sfzl0TI/AAAAAAAAABY/SnUD2WD617o/s1600-h/nm_baby_hippo_081217_ssh.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 155px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IlDUeMEPqz8/Sa12sfzl0TI/AAAAAAAAABY/SnUD2WD617o/s200/nm_baby_hippo_081217_ssh.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309030042563891506" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IlDUeMEPqz8/Sa12ryY2NfI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ZY-NEIsSf_Y/s1600-h/Photo+2522.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IlDUeMEPqz8/Sa12ryY2NfI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ZY-NEIsSf_Y/s200/Photo+2522.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309030030372124146" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IlDUeMEPqz8/Sa12qCysMJI/AAAAAAAAABI/F4VIw5jCE3w/s1600-h/ap_orangutan2_081007_ssh.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 155px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IlDUeMEPqz8/Sa12qCysMJI/AAAAAAAAABI/F4VIw5jCE3w/s200/ap_orangutan2_081007_ssh.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309030000415748242" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:13px;">in other news, my cousin and i continue relating to each other in our sleep. she just turned 13. i slept in her bottom bunk a few nights ago and awoke in the dark from a terrifying place where hellfire was coming out of a bench and i could hardly hold it down. later i woke up to k having her own nightmare. last time we shared a bed and both of us had dreams about snakes. kind of eery. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:13px;"> </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34819337368030222-4512444186632844529?l=shalalaand.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sédarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00824116472239519174noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34819337368030222.post-15428865996184708242009-03-03T09:48:00.000-08:002009-04-25T23:14:17.402-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">maybe i dreamed of you because i was reading the bible the other day.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:13;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:13;">e for esther. e for eli. unlikely.</span></div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34819337368030222-1542886599618470824?l=shalalaand.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sédarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00824116472239519174noreply@blogger.com0