<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149593016826456386</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:31:17.778+02:00</updated><title type='text'>pistol</title><subtitle type='html'>I use this blog mainly for stuff I write. I write all the time, but I admit that I am slow to upload stuff. Check out my flickr page to see some of my art. www.flickr.com/photos/peterreynolds</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petethepunk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149593016826456386/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petethepunk.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Pistol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262817871415554904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_IFOTe9IFiy0/SEfN0q7puAI/AAAAAAAAAAg/yiheeE62osg/S220/DSC00956.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149593016826456386.post-8041538131836370040</id><published>2008-08-06T09:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T09:57:04.021+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Marilyn Monroe, Che Guevara, cherries, antlers, the American flag...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last night, while I was waiting for my roomate to finish an assignment, I went onto facebook and wrote a note. I started writing, and I started thinking about my life right now, and this is what came out. It was weird, I didn't stop from the first word to the last, probably because I wasn't thinking much... oh well, here it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have so many things on my mind right now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What's the difference between a mouse and a cow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Is it right, or is it wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Is there too much sentiment in that song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;People enjoy passion, it's the best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Except, it seems, when it's put to the test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The things I like, the things I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Am I exactly the same as you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Because they're engaged, and he's on 12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Should I think differently, or do I delve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To much on, things in life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sometime her words still cut like a knife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I open up too soon it seems,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Looking forward to rainbows, shrouded in bright sunbeams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But morning arrives and winter stays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm still pretty cold, even in the warm rays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The warmth keeps getting further away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What's that? Oh we cannot stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Guess we'll be okay someday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And in my days of gloom and drought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My friends stay close, all throughtout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For them, a bullet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wouldn't think twice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now I begin to think back to those mice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And the passion that surrounds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Caught up inside her, confusion abounds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And the walls build up, then fall again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hope this trail of rubble leads to an end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But if it doesn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'll know from the start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That I did my best, followed my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And although it's been broken, battered and bruised&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The lingering feeling of feeling used&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The ache in the cavity each time I breathe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know that my friends will never leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I still have them, my family, my God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I know that this will be difficult and hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well aware of all my faults&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Still reluctant to open any vaults&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know I'll get through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'll try and stay strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'll keep my convictions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If I'm wrong, I'm wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But like mice and passion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'll decide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm stoked you've been with me on this ride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hope you liked it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149593016826456386-8041538131836370040?l=petethepunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petethepunk.blogspot.com/feeds/8041538131836370040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149593016826456386&amp;postID=8041538131836370040' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149593016826456386/posts/default/8041538131836370040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149593016826456386/posts/default/8041538131836370040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petethepunk.blogspot.com/2008/08/marilyn-monroe-che-guevara-cherries.html' title='Marilyn Monroe, Che Guevara, cherries, antlers, the American flag...'/><author><name>Pistol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262817871415554904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_IFOTe9IFiy0/SEfN0q7puAI/AAAAAAAAAAg/yiheeE62osg/S220/DSC00956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149593016826456386.post-5121745529673336781</id><published>2008-06-23T23:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T23:24:40.196+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi you, here's a Haiku</title><content type='html'>In Copywriting, for one of our earlier assignments, we were given a brief in which we had to come up with 3 Haiku's, each one dealing with a different theme. For those of you who don't know what a Haiku is, the traditional defintion is a 17 syllable, Japanese poem, and they were usually about nature. It would usually consist of 3 lines, with 5 syllables in the first and last line, and 7 in the middle. There is a whole lot more stuff about it, but here are the final 3 that I handed in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nature:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A stone is tossed in&lt;br /&gt;Ripples dance around the pond,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happiness is here&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Religious:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone in darkness,&lt;br /&gt;The Hand of Love comforts me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shelter is at hand&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tools/appliances:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only to be held&lt;br /&gt;By artists of Percussion,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wooden masterpiece&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149593016826456386-5121745529673336781?l=petethepunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petethepunk.blogspot.com/feeds/5121745529673336781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149593016826456386&amp;postID=5121745529673336781' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149593016826456386/posts/default/5121745529673336781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149593016826456386/posts/default/5121745529673336781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petethepunk.blogspot.com/2008/06/hi-you-heres-haiku.html' title='Hi you, here&apos;s a Haiku'/><author><name>Pistol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262817871415554904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_IFOTe9IFiy0/SEfN0q7puAI/AAAAAAAAAAg/yiheeE62osg/S220/DSC00956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
