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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575669868705050947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>157</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831772.post-927939953949275860</id><published>2011-01-24T21:54:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T22:05:19.633+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Someday-</title><content type='html'>In many ways, we'll miss the good old days&lt;br /&gt;someday, someday&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, It hurts to say, but i want you to stay &lt;br /&gt;sometimes, sometimes&lt;br /&gt;When we was young, oh man did we have fun&lt;br /&gt;always, always&lt;br /&gt;Promises, they break before they're made&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my answers are lacking in depth&lt;br /&gt;I will do my best&lt;br /&gt;You say you want to stay by my side&lt;br /&gt;Darling your heads not right&lt;br /&gt;See alone we stand and together we fall apart&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I think I'll be alright&lt;br /&gt;I'm working so I wont have to try, so hard&lt;br /&gt;Tables they turn sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh someday&lt;br /&gt;No, I ain't wasting no more time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying, trying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now my fears, they come to me in threes&lt;br /&gt;So, I, sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Say, Fate my friend, you say the strangest things&lt;br /&gt;I find, sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, My answers are lacking in depth&lt;br /&gt;I will try my best&lt;br /&gt;You say you want to stay by my side&lt;br /&gt;Darling your head's not right&lt;br /&gt;See, alone we stand, together we fall apart&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I think I'll be alright&lt;br /&gt;I'm working so I won't have to try so hard&lt;br /&gt;Tables, they turn sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ain't wasting no more time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The Strokes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831772-927939953949275860?l=stooge_3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/feeds/927939953949275860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831772&amp;postID=927939953949275860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/927939953949275860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/927939953949275860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/2011/01/someday.html' title='Someday-'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575669868705050947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831772.post-2121303633822493142</id><published>2010-10-16T05:11:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T06:05:40.831+11:00</updated><title type='text'>please.</title><content type='html'>i hate this,&lt;br /&gt;feelin', spillin'&lt;br /&gt;hows it going?&lt;br /&gt;just chillin'&lt;br /&gt;prisoner, me&lt;br /&gt;society is quietly&lt;br /&gt;so silently,&lt;br /&gt;breaking me&lt;br /&gt;i get so angry.&lt;br /&gt;no one else to blame&lt;br /&gt;it all falls on me&lt;br /&gt;im sick of this life&lt;br /&gt;i just want to be free.&lt;br /&gt;i try, i do&lt;br /&gt;but i fail,&lt;br /&gt;i fail you&lt;br /&gt;shy away from the things i should do&lt;br /&gt;my spirit is willing&lt;br /&gt;my body is weak&lt;br /&gt;my mind is flimsy&lt;br /&gt;its you i seek&lt;br /&gt;because you can save me&lt;br /&gt;you live and you love me&lt;br /&gt;you watch and you guide me&lt;br /&gt;and walk beside me&lt;br /&gt;everywhere i go&lt;br /&gt;i see people who need you&lt;br /&gt;blind by the world&lt;br /&gt;they really can't see true&lt;br /&gt;all my friends,&lt;br /&gt;most don't understand&lt;br /&gt;please show them yourself&lt;br /&gt;open your hand&lt;br /&gt;use me as a vessel&lt;br /&gt;to you i surrender&lt;br /&gt;though i am nothing&lt;br /&gt;i can dwell in your splendor&lt;br /&gt;and you want me,&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't make sense&lt;br /&gt;a liar, a cheat&lt;br /&gt;who sits on the fence&lt;br /&gt;more often than not&lt;br /&gt;to avoid confrontation&lt;br /&gt;you still want me.&lt;br /&gt;offering your salvation&lt;br /&gt;i don't understand&lt;br /&gt;why is it i'm here&lt;br /&gt;truth be told&lt;br /&gt;it is failure i fear,&lt;br /&gt;Protect my mind&lt;br /&gt;grant me the ability&lt;br /&gt;give me wisdom&lt;br /&gt;and lastly the agility&lt;br /&gt;to get through this all&lt;br /&gt;let it be a reflection of you&lt;br /&gt;in everything i say&lt;br /&gt;and everything i do.&lt;br /&gt;and when its all done&lt;br /&gt;please then, i implore you&lt;br /&gt;this here i ask, let me make music for you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of this life,&lt;br /&gt;and on a day like today&lt;br /&gt;please hold me tight&lt;br /&gt;and make it go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831772-2121303633822493142?l=stooge_3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831772.post-7050174408780824785</id><published>2010-09-29T00:28:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T00:56:48.558+10:00</updated><title type='text'>hush..</title><content type='html'>I think you talk too much&lt;br /&gt;or maybe its just me&lt;br /&gt;I think you talk too much&lt;br /&gt;or maybe its just me&lt;br /&gt;I think you talk too much&lt;br /&gt;or maybe its just me&lt;br /&gt;I think you talk too much&lt;br /&gt;or maybe its just me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wish i could just&lt;br /&gt;have some silence&lt;br /&gt;a million things in my head&lt;br /&gt;might get violent&lt;br /&gt;your talk could bore the dead,&lt;br /&gt;at the local cemetery&lt;br /&gt;Hi, I'm not around right now,&lt;br /&gt;cause' unfortunately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you talk too much&lt;br /&gt;or maybe its just me&lt;br /&gt;I think you talk too much&lt;br /&gt;or maybe its just me&lt;br /&gt;I think you talk too much&lt;br /&gt;or maybe its just me &lt;br /&gt;I think you talk too much&lt;br /&gt;or maybe its just me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes wish that I&lt;br /&gt;could turn into a wall&lt;br /&gt;or maybe remove my ears&lt;br /&gt;so I couldn't hear at all&lt;br /&gt;grit my teeth, shut my eyes&lt;br /&gt;then slowly count to ten&lt;br /&gt;take a deep breath, hear your voice,&lt;br /&gt;then I start it all again &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you talk too much&lt;br /&gt;or maybe its just me&lt;br /&gt;I think you talk too much&lt;br /&gt;or maybe its just me&lt;br /&gt;I think you talk too much&lt;br /&gt;or maybe its just me &lt;br /&gt;I think you talk too much&lt;br /&gt;or maybe its just me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hate to break it to you&lt;br /&gt;you're not funny all the time&lt;br /&gt;you and alcohol don't mix, &lt;br /&gt;stay away from the cheap wine&lt;br /&gt;constant ringing in my ear&lt;br /&gt;so I no longer have a phone&lt;br /&gt;please for goodness sake shut up&lt;br /&gt;and just leave me the hell alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you talk too much&lt;br /&gt;or maybe its just me&lt;br /&gt;I think you talk too much&lt;br /&gt;or maybe its just me&lt;br /&gt;I think you talk too much&lt;br /&gt;and so consequently &lt;br /&gt;I think you talk too much&lt;br /&gt;so theres no more you and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831772-7050174408780824785?l=stooge_3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/feeds/7050174408780824785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831772&amp;postID=7050174408780824785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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void&lt;br /&gt;in my head, constant noise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres this one girl&lt;br /&gt;stuck in his mind&lt;br /&gt;thinks nothing of him&lt;br /&gt;shes beautiful, kind&lt;br /&gt;why is it her&lt;br /&gt;don't understand&lt;br /&gt;maybe im not supposed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welcome to the world&lt;br /&gt;a fabulous place&lt;br /&gt;marketing people:&lt;br /&gt;the whole human race&lt;br /&gt;anything you need&lt;br /&gt;just sell us your soul&lt;br /&gt;here is the drivers seat&lt;br /&gt;dont lose control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eat, sleep, repeat&lt;br /&gt;eat, sleep, repeat&lt;br /&gt;eat, sleep, repeat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;autopilot, built in&lt;br /&gt;i hate it, whats within&lt;br /&gt;the darkness consumes&lt;br /&gt;but im glad i have light&lt;br /&gt;the smallest spark&lt;br /&gt;shows left from right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take a step back&lt;br /&gt;look: all alone&lt;br /&gt;fragile, desperate&lt;br /&gt;and slowly deteriorating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunset, at 7&lt;br /&gt;never the same&lt;br /&gt;aching heart&lt;br /&gt;radiating pain&lt;br /&gt;sleep creeps into the mind&lt;br /&gt;conciousness removed&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831772-2566464124236788250?l=stooge_3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/feeds/2566464124236788250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831772&amp;postID=2566464124236788250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/2566464124236788250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/2566464124236788250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/2010/08/1130.html' title='11:30'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575669868705050947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831772.post-8918313274008412563</id><published>2010-05-10T14:32:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T14:38:01.199+10:00</updated><title type='text'>for give</title><content type='html'>im sorry, im sorry, and im sorry again.&lt;br /&gt;i know how you love me, always my friend&lt;br /&gt;and yet i go about doing all the same things&lt;br /&gt;help me leave this behind and let go of my sin&lt;br /&gt;fill me up.&lt;br /&gt;may your spirit run over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831772-8918313274008412563?l=stooge_3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/feeds/8918313274008412563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831772&amp;postID=8918313274008412563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/8918313274008412563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/8918313274008412563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/2010/05/for-give.html' title='for give'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575669868705050947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831772.post-3662662285168381087</id><published>2010-04-23T18:30:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T18:33:13.795+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>good morning&lt;br /&gt;no one cares.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831772-3662662285168381087?l=stooge_3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/feeds/3662662285168381087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831772&amp;postID=3662662285168381087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/3662662285168381087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/3662662285168381087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/2010/04/good-morning-no-one-cares.html' title=''/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575669868705050947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831772.post-5498783862972716852</id><published>2010-04-20T03:28:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T03:44:33.274+10:00</updated><title type='text'>somebody</title><content type='html'>can someone save me from the world&lt;br /&gt;can someone pull me out and let me be&lt;br /&gt;can someone lead me to the light&lt;br /&gt;can someone tell me everythings going to be, alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will someone fix this broken heart&lt;br /&gt;will someone show me how to live my life&lt;br /&gt;will someone tell me shes the one&lt;br /&gt;will someone help me, please someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its getting late&lt;br /&gt;and i cant wait&lt;br /&gt;to do the same old thing again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im on my own&lt;br /&gt;please take me home&lt;br /&gt;i need you as my friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can someone save me from this world&lt;br /&gt;can someone let me start anew&lt;br /&gt;can someone save me from this life&lt;br /&gt;can someone please, oh please be you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831772-5498783862972716852?l=stooge_3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/feeds/5498783862972716852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831772&amp;postID=5498783862972716852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/5498783862972716852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/5498783862972716852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/2010/04/can-someone-save-me-from-world-can.html' title='somebody'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575669868705050947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831772.post-8845303753123690823</id><published>2010-04-09T21:56:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T22:27:14.554+10:00</updated><title type='text'>mediocre life.</title><content type='html'>welcome to the world&lt;br /&gt;my life's just fine&lt;br /&gt;time is money&lt;br /&gt;money is time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;living the dream&lt;br /&gt;100 percent&lt;br /&gt;just look at me&lt;br /&gt;totally content&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have my problems&lt;br /&gt;you have them too&lt;br /&gt;you say i got problems?&lt;br /&gt;probably got less than you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listen to me&lt;br /&gt;hear what i say&lt;br /&gt;What was that?&lt;br /&gt;noone cares anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel the next high&lt;br /&gt;drugs inside of me&lt;br /&gt;welcome to the true&lt;br /&gt;joy of society&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all individual&lt;br /&gt;everyones indie&lt;br /&gt;if everyone's indie&lt;br /&gt;what does that make me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the more i learn&lt;br /&gt;the less i know&lt;br /&gt;does the mean i learn&lt;br /&gt;less as i grow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;power is knowledge&lt;br /&gt;all in ones head&lt;br /&gt;so ones most powerful&lt;br /&gt;on their death bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welcome to the world&lt;br /&gt;its a beautiful day&lt;br /&gt;dont mind the irony&lt;br /&gt;it'll go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831772-8845303753123690823?l=stooge_3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/feeds/8845303753123690823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831772&amp;postID=8845303753123690823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/8845303753123690823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/8845303753123690823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/2010/04/mediocre-life.html' title='mediocre life.'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575669868705050947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831772.post-6241103705222710592</id><published>2010-04-03T03:35:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T04:27:12.576+11:00</updated><title type='text'>later.</title><content type='html'>snowflakes dance&lt;br /&gt;in the sky&lt;br /&gt;to the world&lt;br /&gt;she says goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres a stillness&lt;br /&gt;in the air&lt;br /&gt;the cold wind&lt;br /&gt;in her hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;silhouette of a tear&lt;br /&gt;memory no longer here&lt;br /&gt;in my mind, like a ghost&lt;br /&gt;it is you i miss the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wandering&lt;br /&gt;anywhere&lt;br /&gt;flash a smile&lt;br /&gt;i know she cares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish i told her&lt;br /&gt;how i feel&lt;br /&gt;before this stuff all&lt;br /&gt;got too real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kiss her face? or let her go?&lt;br /&gt;take me back cause now i know&lt;br /&gt;then i look to the ground&lt;br /&gt;cause theres nobody around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please take me&lt;br /&gt;away from here&lt;br /&gt;i honestly&lt;br /&gt;had no idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please take me&lt;br /&gt;away from here&lt;br /&gt;everything is&lt;br /&gt;so unclear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please take me&lt;br /&gt;away from here&lt;br /&gt;you cant just leave me&lt;br /&gt;all alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please take me&lt;br /&gt;away from here&lt;br /&gt;its pretty cold out&lt;br /&gt;on my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wish i could see her there,&lt;br /&gt;that cold wind in her hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831772.post-1881195374865171219</id><published>2010-03-31T16:28:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T16:29:27.029+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>doomed to a life of mediocrity and drugs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831772-1881195374865171219?l=stooge_3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/feeds/1881195374865171219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831772&amp;postID=1881195374865171219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/1881195374865171219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/1881195374865171219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/2010/03/doomed-to-life-of-mediocrity-and-drugs.html' title=''/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575669868705050947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831772.post-3855900380161381877</id><published>2010-03-02T01:04:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T01:10:55.013+11:00</updated><title type='text'>hope, again</title><content type='html'>this feels like im drowning&lt;br /&gt;cant find a surface like a nightmare&lt;br /&gt;yet i cant sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life and death so intertwined&lt;br /&gt;hello goodbye at the same time&lt;br /&gt;i need a touch from the devine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when my hope is empty&lt;br /&gt;ill put my hope in you&lt;br /&gt;trusting in your faithfulness&lt;br /&gt;and nowhere else will i turn&lt;br /&gt;then to your arms my hands raised high&lt;br /&gt;praying for your mercies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why so downcast o my soul&lt;br /&gt;why so disturbed within me?&lt;br /&gt;put your hope in God&lt;br /&gt;for i will yet praise him&lt;br /&gt;my saviour and my God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why so downcast oh my soul&lt;br /&gt;why so disturbed within me?&lt;br /&gt;put your hope in God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;put your hope in God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831772-3855900380161381877?l=stooge_3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/feeds/3855900380161381877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831772&amp;postID=3855900380161381877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/3855900380161381877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/3855900380161381877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/2010/03/hope-again.html' title='hope, again'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575669868705050947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831772.post-6166382569328007923</id><published>2010-02-28T17:14:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T17:14:43.005+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Perth summer</title><content type='html'>its hot.&lt;br /&gt;really hot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831772-6166382569328007923?l=stooge_3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/feeds/6166382569328007923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831772&amp;postID=6166382569328007923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/6166382569328007923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/6166382569328007923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/2010/02/perth-summer.html' title='Perth summer'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575669868705050947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831772.post-8300582979883308034</id><published>2009-09-01T22:14:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T22:21:09.604+10:00</updated><title type='text'>-still unsatisfied</title><content type='html'>hear my cry&lt;br /&gt;anger rages&lt;br /&gt;within a vessel&lt;br /&gt;contained&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats me,&lt;br /&gt;what i can endure&lt;br /&gt;little in comparison&lt;br /&gt;to those before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;allowing&lt;br /&gt;the beatdown&lt;br /&gt;of my mind&lt;br /&gt;unrelenting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a storm broods&lt;br /&gt;expanding within&lt;br /&gt;lose sight, mind&lt;br /&gt;where to begin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no connection&lt;br /&gt;no sleep&lt;br /&gt;no gratitude&lt;br /&gt;nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;discontent&lt;br /&gt;hateful intent&lt;br /&gt;welcome to reality.&lt;br /&gt;go burn in hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831772-8300582979883308034?l=stooge_3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/feeds/8300582979883308034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831772&amp;postID=8300582979883308034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/8300582979883308034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/8300582979883308034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/2009/09/still-unsatisfied.html' title='-still unsatisfied'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575669868705050947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831772.post-7659209295513971235</id><published>2009-09-01T22:11:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T22:12:26.373+10:00</updated><title type='text'>the question.</title><content type='html'>Do they even know?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831772-7659209295513971235?l=stooge_3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/feeds/7659209295513971235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831772&amp;postID=7659209295513971235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/7659209295513971235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/7659209295513971235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/2009/09/question.html' title='the question.'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575669868705050947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831772.post-8892191661946075941</id><published>2009-09-01T21:15:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T22:11:12.609+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;downcast trodden,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rejected, abandoned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;betrayed, beaten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cold, constant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tiresome, never ceasing&lt;br /&gt;wind, unrelenting&lt;br /&gt;falling, spiral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he dreams&lt;br /&gt;of a place&lt;br /&gt;further away&lt;br /&gt;from here,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831772-8892191661946075941?l=stooge_3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831772.post-1804989731467085810</id><published>2009-08-05T16:58:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T17:00:08.846+10:00</updated><title type='text'>+well of bitterness</title><content type='html'>This is it.&lt;br /&gt;On the brink.&lt;br /&gt;Life suddenly&lt;br /&gt;Different&lt;br /&gt;Distant.&lt;br /&gt;Inside breaks apart&lt;br /&gt;As waves wash upon the shore&lt;br /&gt;Slowly being beat down&lt;br /&gt;Over and over.&lt;br /&gt;What used to be no longer is&lt;br /&gt;And thus it is no more.&lt;br /&gt;People I knew&lt;br /&gt;People I don’t&lt;br /&gt;They’re not that different.&lt;br /&gt;Force a smile, as it is overdue.&lt;br /&gt;Its pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;Tense&lt;br /&gt;I can’t bring myself to feel.&lt;br /&gt;Others joy, when not my own.&lt;br /&gt;Selfish, Cold&lt;br /&gt;Alone.&lt;br /&gt;That’s me.&lt;br /&gt;Standing on the edge,&lt;br /&gt;Behind, what used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;I really am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Nate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831772-1804989731467085810?l=stooge_3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/feeds/1804989731467085810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831772&amp;postID=1804989731467085810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/1804989731467085810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/1804989731467085810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/2009/08/well-of-bitterness.html' title='+well of bitterness'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575669868705050947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831772.post-7796274786551186397</id><published>2009-06-14T10:25:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T10:27:03.007+10:00</updated><title type='text'>run-</title><content type='html'>Heard the forest sigh&lt;br /&gt;Under the night time sky&lt;br /&gt;And it was at that time&lt;br /&gt;I wished I could fly&lt;br /&gt;Away from here&lt;br /&gt;Far away,&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere near&lt;br /&gt;Her smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the tide rolls in&lt;br /&gt;Please let me begin&lt;br /&gt;To understand&lt;br /&gt;A couple of things,&lt;br /&gt;Why this heart of mine&lt;br /&gt;Beats out of time&lt;br /&gt;Irregular&lt;br /&gt;To her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever feel like giving up&lt;br /&gt;Ever feel like bailing out&lt;br /&gt;Always running away&lt;br /&gt;Please show me what life is all about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these little things&lt;br /&gt;Stuck inside my mind&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do,&lt;br /&gt;Leave it all behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just leave it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831772-7796274786551186397?l=stooge_3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/feeds/7796274786551186397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831772&amp;postID=7796274786551186397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/7796274786551186397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/7796274786551186397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/2009/06/run.html' title='run-'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575669868705050947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831772.post-4683437587066135346</id><published>2009-06-01T19:19:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T19:26:29.508+10:00</updated><title type='text'>double double</title><content type='html'>how good is this,&lt;br /&gt;life right now,&lt;br /&gt;exams next week,&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how,&lt;br /&gt;to do this work,&lt;br /&gt;so i study more,&lt;br /&gt;but studying,&lt;br /&gt;is such a bore,&lt;br /&gt;the girl i like,&lt;br /&gt;is just a friend,&lt;br /&gt;i wish sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;God would lend,&lt;br /&gt;me a hand,&lt;br /&gt;just let me bail,&lt;br /&gt;for what i fear,&lt;br /&gt;is to fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831772-4683437587066135346?l=stooge_3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/feeds/4683437587066135346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831772&amp;postID=4683437587066135346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/4683437587066135346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/4683437587066135346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/2009/06/double-double.html' title='double double'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575669868705050947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831772.post-4617556467025574299</id><published>2009-04-25T22:49:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T22:51:15.124+10:00</updated><title type='text'>come with.</title><content type='html'>Heard your laugh,&lt;br /&gt;Made me smile,&lt;br /&gt;Wish you could&lt;br /&gt;Have stayed a while,&lt;br /&gt;Miss you lots,&lt;br /&gt;Wish I was home&lt;br /&gt;Cause then I could have&lt;br /&gt;Lost my phone,&lt;br /&gt;Lined up for a while,&lt;br /&gt;Wait in que,&lt;br /&gt;To have a chance&lt;br /&gt;To talk to you,&lt;br /&gt;Then I’d hug you&lt;br /&gt;And out of mirth&lt;br /&gt;I’d steal you away,&lt;br /&gt;Back to perth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can make me dinner cause im hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831772-4617556467025574299?l=stooge_3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/feeds/4617556467025574299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831772&amp;postID=4617556467025574299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/4617556467025574299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/4617556467025574299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/2009/04/come-with.html' title='come with.'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575669868705050947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831772.post-2060497620764335956</id><published>2009-04-16T00:04:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T00:28:21.608+10:00</updated><title type='text'>songbird</title><content type='html'>heard the call&lt;br /&gt;it came last night,&lt;br /&gt;danced through trees,&lt;br /&gt;rode with the wind,&lt;br /&gt;full moon above,&lt;br /&gt;lit up the sky,&lt;br /&gt;the clouds dispersed&lt;br /&gt;and so did my&lt;br /&gt;inside thoughts&lt;br /&gt;that flew around,&lt;br /&gt;rebounding in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;its crazy how,&lt;br /&gt;one solitary thing,&lt;br /&gt;can captivate&lt;br /&gt;your total attention.&lt;br /&gt;tried to respond,&lt;br /&gt;but i was too far&lt;br /&gt;away from&lt;br /&gt;anyone or anything.&lt;br /&gt;so i walked toward&lt;br /&gt;the sound i heard&lt;br /&gt;alert with every step.&lt;br /&gt;listening&lt;br /&gt;as i travelled&lt;br /&gt;minutes became years,&lt;br /&gt;and as i approached&lt;br /&gt;this lovely sound,&lt;br /&gt;pure music&lt;br /&gt;filled my ears.&lt;br /&gt;and there she stood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831772-2060497620764335956?l=stooge_3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/feeds/2060497620764335956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831772&amp;postID=2060497620764335956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/2060497620764335956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/2060497620764335956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/2009/04/songbird.html' title='songbird'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575669868705050947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831772.post-2449743063214187485</id><published>2009-03-31T18:32:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T18:34:06.795+11:00</updated><title type='text'>aquaintance</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A string of words,&lt;br /&gt;Numb my mind,&lt;br /&gt;Look all you want,&lt;br /&gt;Theres nothing to find,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t understand,&lt;br /&gt;Can’t quite see,&lt;br /&gt;What’s the point?&lt;br /&gt;You can’t trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me sad,&lt;br /&gt;I really miss you,&lt;br /&gt;Bailing away,&lt;br /&gt;It wasn’t even true,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distorted mindset,&lt;br /&gt;Words I never said,&lt;br /&gt;Firing around,&lt;br /&gt;It’s all in your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you myself,&lt;br /&gt;You can trust me,&lt;br /&gt;But for some strange reason you can’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nate.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831772-2449743063214187485?l=stooge_3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/feeds/2449743063214187485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831772&amp;postID=2449743063214187485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/2449743063214187485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/2449743063214187485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/2009/03/aquaintance.html' title='aquaintance'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575669868705050947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831772.post-2028080668358141679</id><published>2009-03-27T16:09:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T16:11:53.074+11:00</updated><title type='text'>lame</title><content type='html'>Just go away,&lt;br /&gt;Leave me be,&lt;br /&gt;Hate this place,&lt;br /&gt;Can’t you see?&lt;br /&gt;No real friends,&lt;br /&gt;All alone,&lt;br /&gt;No real place,&lt;br /&gt;To call my home,&lt;br /&gt;Hearing laughter,&lt;br /&gt;Makes me mad,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t know why&lt;br /&gt;I’m feeling sad,&lt;br /&gt;About a girl?&lt;br /&gt;Not too sure,&lt;br /&gt;Honestly,&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know anymore,&lt;br /&gt;Feeling sick,&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside,&lt;br /&gt;Hate you all.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I lied,&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could&lt;br /&gt;Vent somehow,&lt;br /&gt;But I go outside,&lt;br /&gt;Put on a smile,&lt;br /&gt;Pretend its fine,&lt;br /&gt;Like I don’t care,&lt;br /&gt;But I’d rather be&lt;br /&gt;Away somewhere,&lt;br /&gt;Far from here,&lt;br /&gt;Distant, sound,&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere no-one&lt;br /&gt;Would come round,&lt;br /&gt;I guess I’d get lonely,&lt;br /&gt;But that’s what I feel,&lt;br /&gt;I probably ought to&lt;br /&gt;Wrap up this spiel,&lt;br /&gt;Basically,&lt;br /&gt;What I’m trying to say,&lt;br /&gt;Is that on days like these:&lt;br /&gt;Perth is GAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831772-2028080668358141679?l=stooge_3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/feeds/2028080668358141679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831772&amp;postID=2028080668358141679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/2028080668358141679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/2028080668358141679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/2009/03/lame.html' title='lame'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575669868705050947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831772.post-8409107372280907206</id><published>2009-03-06T17:36:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T17:41:58.752+11:00</updated><title type='text'>come round.</title><content type='html'>Your smile glows like a new sunrise,&lt;br /&gt;i'd get lost for hours looking in your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;here i find myself missing you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your lovely laugh and joy it brings,&lt;br /&gt;and all those other little things,&lt;br /&gt;i wish you'd come on over, i really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831772-8409107372280907206?l=stooge_3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/feeds/8409107372280907206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831772&amp;postID=8409107372280907206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/8409107372280907206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/8409107372280907206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/2009/03/come-round.html' title='come round.'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575669868705050947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831772.post-236509026934393991</id><published>2009-01-22T15:50:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T22:21:41.810+11:00</updated><title type='text'>lates.</title><content type='html'>looking up,&lt;br /&gt;there is no better&lt;br /&gt;raining outside,&lt;br /&gt;what lovely weather,&lt;br /&gt;to stroll outside&lt;br /&gt;for a minute or two,&lt;br /&gt;slipped my mind,&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking of you.&lt;br /&gt;the wind still blows,&lt;br /&gt;trees wave outside,&lt;br /&gt;want to run away,&lt;br /&gt;to a cave and hide,&lt;br /&gt;out for a while,&lt;br /&gt;you left a note,&lt;br /&gt;i picked it up,&lt;br /&gt;read what you wrote,&lt;br /&gt;gone again,&lt;br /&gt;hope not for too long,&lt;br /&gt;missing you,&lt;br /&gt;so i wrote a song.&lt;br /&gt;whenever i see you,&lt;br /&gt;i always fall,&lt;br /&gt;in love again,&lt;br /&gt;with your smile and all,&lt;br /&gt;its the way you laugh,&lt;br /&gt;no surprise,&lt;br /&gt;hypnotise me with,&lt;br /&gt;your beautiful eyes,&lt;br /&gt;totally speechless&lt;br /&gt;as waves crash down,&lt;br /&gt;seeing stars&lt;br /&gt;my head spinning round&lt;br /&gt;million thoughts&lt;br /&gt;going through my brain,&lt;br /&gt;see you there,&lt;br /&gt;trekking through the rain,&lt;br /&gt;grab your hand,&lt;br /&gt;and hold you close,&lt;br /&gt;cause you're the one,&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831772-236509026934393991?l=stooge_3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/feeds/236509026934393991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831772&amp;postID=236509026934393991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/236509026934393991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/236509026934393991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/2009/01/lates.html' title='lates.'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575669868705050947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831772.post-6583372256612389526</id><published>2009-01-14T23:01:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T23:03:14.467+11:00</updated><title type='text'>the note:</title><content type='html'>to julia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was writing this note,&lt;br /&gt;To send to the coast,&lt;br /&gt;But I had no stamp,&lt;br /&gt;- the thing I needed the most,&lt;br /&gt;So I tried catching a pigeon,&lt;br /&gt;Out in the park,&lt;br /&gt;I went climbing up trees,&lt;br /&gt;Well after dark,&lt;br /&gt;The first tree I ‘clumb’&lt;br /&gt;Had ants on its trunk,&lt;br /&gt;They bit and they stung me&lt;br /&gt;And I fell in a clump -&lt;br /&gt;To the ground below,&lt;br /&gt;It wasn’t real fun,&lt;br /&gt;I now have this bruise&lt;br /&gt;Right on my bum,&lt;br /&gt;I went up a second,&lt;br /&gt;Startled I froze,&lt;br /&gt;Facing an Owl,&lt;br /&gt;Who pecked my poor nose,&lt;br /&gt;The owl probably was just&lt;br /&gt;As frightened as I ,&lt;br /&gt;After that small engagement&lt;br /&gt;It flew to the sky&lt;br /&gt;Which I wished at the time,&lt;br /&gt;I could also do,&lt;br /&gt;Cause I fell on my bum,&lt;br /&gt;And got bruise number two.&lt;br /&gt;Third time’s the charm&lt;br /&gt;That’s word on the street,&lt;br /&gt;So I tried once again,&lt;br /&gt;Determined not to be beat.&lt;br /&gt;It was after all,&lt;br /&gt;Some stupid bird,&lt;br /&gt;Smart enough to send messages …&lt;br /&gt;Or so I had heard.&lt;br /&gt;Up tree number three,&lt;br /&gt;There was nothing in sight&lt;br /&gt;To my dismay,&lt;br /&gt;I called it a night.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up the next morning,&lt;br /&gt;A great idea had just struck,&lt;br /&gt;A paper plane would reach you,&lt;br /&gt;With a little bit of luck,&lt;br /&gt;It got halfway across the street&lt;br /&gt;Before it started to pour&lt;br /&gt;And my brilliant idea,&lt;br /&gt;Didn’t seem so brilliant anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I went outside&lt;br /&gt;And picked up my note,&lt;br /&gt;And then suddenly realised&lt;br /&gt;What I had wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831772-6583372256612389526?l=stooge_3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/feeds/6583372256612389526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831772&amp;postID=6583372256612389526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/6583372256612389526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/6583372256612389526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/2009/01/note.html' title='the note:'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575669868705050947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831772.post-3037068121585608417</id><published>2009-01-10T21:38:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T22:01:32.642+11:00</updated><title type='text'>idiots.</title><content type='html'>their hearts are broken,&lt;br /&gt;huge list of all the things they tried,&lt;br /&gt;didnt help nothing,&lt;br /&gt;big open wound with lots of pain inside,&lt;br /&gt;everyday i see them,&lt;br /&gt;walking round like they have nothing to hide,&lt;br /&gt;but in the evening,&lt;br /&gt;role reversal reprise turns out they lied,&lt;br /&gt;alone and empty,&lt;br /&gt;sad thoughts washing through their minds,&lt;br /&gt;up and down,&lt;br /&gt;getting sick of this rollercoaster ride,&lt;br /&gt;technologic,&lt;br /&gt;send a text waiting for a reply,&lt;br /&gt;nothings ringing,&lt;br /&gt;wander off as they gently cry,&lt;br /&gt;something foolish,&lt;br /&gt;bit of metal see how easy it glides,&lt;br /&gt;on the news,&lt;br /&gt;theres a story of two forgotten lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831772-3037068121585608417?l=stooge_3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/feeds/3037068121585608417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831772&amp;postID=3037068121585608417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/3037068121585608417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/3037068121585608417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/2009/01/idiots.html' title='idiots.'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575669868705050947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831772.post-8212781860641860238</id><published>2009-01-02T11:08:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T16:38:06.037+11:00</updated><title type='text'>3-2-1</title><content type='html'>lone campfire,&lt;br /&gt;chairs my friends,&lt;br /&gt;alone at new years,&lt;br /&gt;the fun never ends,&lt;br /&gt;Optimism for the future&lt;br /&gt;and whatever it brings,&lt;br /&gt;absolute piss up,&lt;br /&gt;one of those New Year things,&lt;br /&gt;Girl of my dreams,&lt;br /&gt;who i love and adore,&lt;br /&gt;totally messed up&lt;br /&gt;sad drunken whore,&lt;br /&gt;sick to the stomach&lt;br /&gt;half concious friends,&lt;br /&gt;pop a bloody cracker,&lt;br /&gt;as this new year ends,&lt;br /&gt;Full of uncertainty&lt;br /&gt;and plenty of fear,&lt;br /&gt;have yourself a&lt;br /&gt;happy new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831772-8212781860641860238?l=stooge_3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/feeds/8212781860641860238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831772&amp;postID=8212781860641860238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/8212781860641860238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/8212781860641860238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/2009/01/3-2-1.html' title='3-2-1'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575669868705050947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831772.post-5011658687935736176</id><published>2008-12-17T22:27:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T22:33:30.819+11:00</updated><title type='text'>TIM TIME</title><content type='html'>for Mr Timothy Perkin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know a boy, his name is tim,&lt;br /&gt;all the girls are in love with him,&lt;br /&gt;They all stare when he walks by,&lt;br /&gt;and they all, wistfully sigh..ahhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim,&lt;br /&gt;tell me everything will be alright,&lt;br /&gt;Tim,&lt;br /&gt;Why wont you look at me...tonight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Rugby guy, walking down the street,&lt;br /&gt;Tim walks by, knocks him off his feet,&lt;br /&gt;Looking round he says, "whats with him?"&lt;br /&gt;"Don't Chu No? My Name is Tim!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim,&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me everything will be alright,&lt;br /&gt;Tim,&lt;br /&gt;Why won't you tuck me in my bed tonight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Break it down*&lt;br /&gt;TimTimTimTimTimTimTimTimTimTimTimTimTimTimTimTimTimTim&lt;br /&gt;TimTimTimTimTimTimTimTimTimTimTimTimTimTimTimTimTimTim&lt;br /&gt;TimTimTimTimTimTimTimTimTimTimTimTimTimTimTimTimTimTim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim,&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me everything will be alright,&lt;br /&gt;Tim,&lt;br /&gt;I'm Gonna miss you when I'm on my flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim.&lt;br /&gt;Tim.&lt;br /&gt;...Tim..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics by Alex Perkin and Nathan Kwong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831772-5011658687935736176?l=stooge_3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/feeds/5011658687935736176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831772&amp;postID=5011658687935736176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/5011658687935736176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/5011658687935736176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/2008/12/tim-time.html' title='TIM TIME'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575669868705050947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831772.post-615318123049241181</id><published>2008-11-16T10:37:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T10:38:58.520+11:00</updated><title type='text'>(i miss you)x1000000=</title><content type='html'>Nightfall, approaches,&lt;br /&gt;Boarding coaches,&lt;br /&gt;Staring out the window,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lights phase,&lt;br /&gt;Bright neon haze,&lt;br /&gt;Outside the streetlights glow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aimlessly staring,&lt;br /&gt;Not really caring,&lt;br /&gt;Battery dead on my phone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thunder clouds stirring,&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts reoccurring,&lt;br /&gt;Feeling a little bit alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not understanding,&lt;br /&gt;My mind demanding,&lt;br /&gt;Reasons why I’m blue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess its well,&lt;br /&gt;I dunno,&lt;br /&gt;But maybe I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831772-615318123049241181?l=stooge_3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/feeds/615318123049241181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831772&amp;postID=615318123049241181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/615318123049241181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/615318123049241181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-miss-youx1000000.html' title='(i miss you)x1000000='/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575669868705050947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831772.post-7474035228856566186</id><published>2008-10-09T04:50:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T22:26:52.934+11:00</updated><title type='text'>..hey</title><content type='html'>Wisps of wind,&lt;br /&gt;On the prowl,&lt;br /&gt;Wonder if,&lt;br /&gt;She sees me now,&lt;br /&gt;Turns around,&lt;br /&gt;Flick of hair,&lt;br /&gt;I petrified:&lt;br /&gt;Standing there,&lt;br /&gt;Try look busy&lt;br /&gt;Change my view,&lt;br /&gt;No idea&lt;br /&gt;What to do,&lt;br /&gt;Approaching slowly,&lt;br /&gt;try not to stare,&lt;br /&gt;There she goes,&lt;br /&gt;And I sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831772-7474035228856566186?l=stooge_3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/feeds/7474035228856566186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831772&amp;postID=7474035228856566186' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/7474035228856566186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/7474035228856566186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/2008/10/hey.html' title='..hey'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575669868705050947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831772.post-2737259832024012693</id><published>2008-07-11T07:26:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T22:26:52.937+11:00</updated><title type='text'>lost.</title><content type='html'>pulse, heartbeat,&lt;br /&gt;take a faith leap,&lt;br /&gt;falling, drifting,&lt;br /&gt;deadweight lifting.&lt;br /&gt;scanning searching,&lt;br /&gt;mind unnerving,&lt;br /&gt;knife smiling,&lt;br /&gt;skin riling,&lt;br /&gt;metal plunging,&lt;br /&gt;body lunging,&lt;br /&gt;bile tasting,&lt;br /&gt;head pulsating,&lt;br /&gt;irritation,&lt;br /&gt;agitation,&lt;br /&gt;aggravation,&lt;br /&gt;sweet sensation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life torn, path crossed&lt;br /&gt;hope gone, passion lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hear me as i cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831772-2737259832024012693?l=stooge_3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/feeds/2737259832024012693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831772&amp;postID=2737259832024012693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/2737259832024012693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/2737259832024012693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/2008/07/lost.html' title='lost.'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575669868705050947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831772.post-8988460936548535318</id><published>2008-07-11T06:50:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T07:15:32.671+10:00</updated><title type='text'>*take</title><content type='html'>breathe.&lt;br /&gt;inhale, exhale,&lt;br /&gt;whisper.&lt;br /&gt;faint,&lt;br /&gt;sleep becons,&lt;br /&gt;walking.&lt;br /&gt;conscious,&lt;br /&gt;in, out&lt;br /&gt;drift.&lt;br /&gt;submit,&lt;br /&gt;surrender, release&lt;br /&gt;mind at ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831772-8988460936548535318?l=stooge_3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/feeds/8988460936548535318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831772&amp;postID=8988460936548535318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/8988460936548535318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/8988460936548535318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/2008/07/take.html' title='*take'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575669868705050947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831772.post-2941029870899126759</id><published>2008-03-02T10:30:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T10:32:23.746+11:00</updated><title type='text'>have some poems.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;What am i doing here?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I sit&lt;br /&gt;Alone in my room,&lt;br /&gt;Inside, inset,&lt;br /&gt;Dawning gloom,&lt;br /&gt;Anger resides&lt;br /&gt;In this hollow shell,&lt;br /&gt;Daily, fighting,&lt;br /&gt;Urge to rebel,&lt;br /&gt;Try to voice out,&lt;br /&gt;Be myself, be me,&lt;br /&gt;Shut the hell up,&lt;br /&gt;That’s it, basically.&lt;br /&gt;I stand in thought,&lt;br /&gt;And count the ways,&lt;br /&gt;Murderous intent,&lt;br /&gt;All hell I could raise,&lt;br /&gt;What makes me stop?&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes wonder&lt;br /&gt;Well, one wrong choice,&lt;br /&gt;And I’d be under,&lt;br /&gt;Over my head,&lt;br /&gt;In too deep,&lt;br /&gt;This poem isn’t worth&lt;br /&gt;The lack of sleep&lt;br /&gt;Yet I can’t help it,&lt;br /&gt;I need to break free,&lt;br /&gt;Here is my outlet,&lt;br /&gt;This is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Exhale&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw you, I hate you,&lt;br /&gt;Get off my back,&lt;br /&gt;Hell with importance,&lt;br /&gt;Cut me some slack,&lt;br /&gt;Taking advantage,&lt;br /&gt;Almost everyday,&lt;br /&gt;Exaggerated?&lt;br /&gt;I guess some would say.&lt;br /&gt;Mutual respect,&lt;br /&gt;It’s expected of you,&lt;br /&gt;Destroyed, Violated,&lt;br /&gt;That’s my point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a flower&lt;br /&gt;Bloom on a hill&lt;br /&gt;Tears from the sky&lt;br /&gt;Drinks its fill&lt;br /&gt;Everyday growing&lt;br /&gt;Lustrous hue&lt;br /&gt;Aesthetically pleasing&lt;br /&gt;This flower is you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A darker shade of character.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Built up&lt;br /&gt;Yet not released.&lt;br /&gt;Fearsome&lt;br /&gt;But still at ease,&lt;br /&gt;Unimaginable&lt;br /&gt;Though constant in thought&lt;br /&gt;Indescribable&lt;br /&gt;An image yet to be wrought&lt;br /&gt;Hungry&lt;br /&gt;Though constantly fed&lt;br /&gt;Pain&lt;br /&gt;Not something to dread&lt;br /&gt;Pressure&lt;br /&gt;No longer unseen&lt;br /&gt;Nightmare&lt;br /&gt;Still but a dream&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831772-2941029870899126759?l=stooge_3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/feeds/2941029870899126759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831772&amp;postID=2941029870899126759' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/2941029870899126759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/2941029870899126759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/2008/03/have-some-poems.html' title='have some poems.'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575669868705050947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831772.post-1228323123316307935</id><published>2008-01-29T04:08:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T05:00:52.142+11:00</updated><title type='text'>departure.</title><content type='html'>here i am,&lt;br /&gt;quarter past one,&lt;br /&gt;writing a poem,&lt;br /&gt;cause i feel like a bum.&lt;br /&gt;look outside,&lt;br /&gt;same moon and sun,&lt;br /&gt;same stars above us,&lt;br /&gt;shining as one.&lt;br /&gt;as earth revolves,&lt;br /&gt;drifts time and space,&lt;br /&gt;same situations,&lt;br /&gt;different place,&lt;br /&gt;same kinds of people,&lt;br /&gt;different face,&lt;br /&gt;on life goes,&lt;br /&gt;this human race.&lt;br /&gt;but as we move on,&lt;br /&gt;i'll never forget,&lt;br /&gt;the good times we've had,&lt;br /&gt;the day we first met,&lt;br /&gt;this is not goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;no need to fret,&lt;br /&gt;i just forgot one thing,&lt;br /&gt;i kind of regret.&lt;br /&gt;i failed to say,&lt;br /&gt;to me you are dear,&lt;br /&gt;i will definately miss,&lt;br /&gt;having you near,&lt;br /&gt;forgetting farewells,&lt;br /&gt;im sorry, please hear:&lt;br /&gt;that forever goodbye?&lt;br /&gt;is something i fear.&lt;br /&gt;different surroundings,&lt;br /&gt;with gloom skies of grey,&lt;br /&gt;wake to discover,&lt;br /&gt;another new day,&lt;br /&gt;back of my mind - i&lt;br /&gt;wonder if you're okay,&lt;br /&gt;then i remember,&lt;br /&gt;you're just a phone call away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831772-1228323123316307935?l=stooge_3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/feeds/1228323123316307935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831772&amp;postID=1228323123316307935' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/1228323123316307935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/1228323123316307935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/2008/01/departure.html' title='departure.'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575669868705050947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831772.post-23212358054616119</id><published>2007-12-15T00:41:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T00:41:52.699+11:00</updated><title type='text'>*sleep</title><content type='html'>-go sleep frey-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a girl,&lt;br /&gt;Who cannot sleep,&lt;br /&gt;Staring at the roof,&lt;br /&gt;She counts her sheep,&lt;br /&gt;A million and one,&lt;br /&gt;The games a bore,&lt;br /&gt;Frightened she won’t be able&lt;br /&gt;To sleep anymore,&lt;br /&gt;She rushes downstairs,&lt;br /&gt;Prepares milk in a glass,&lt;br /&gt;Warming it up,&lt;br /&gt;its nearly half past,&lt;br /&gt;Clutching the cup,&lt;br /&gt;With both her hands,&lt;br /&gt;She blows at the steam,&lt;br /&gt;Bending at her commands,&lt;br /&gt;The steam rises up,&lt;br /&gt;Retreats from her blow,&lt;br /&gt;Whispery squall,&lt;br /&gt;then out the window,&lt;br /&gt;The girl then follows&lt;br /&gt;Stares out to the sky,&lt;br /&gt;Millions of stars,&lt;br /&gt;Planets, fly by,&lt;br /&gt;Drawn to one star,&lt;br /&gt;A bit left of the moon,&lt;br /&gt;Twinkling in the distance,&lt;br /&gt;dancing and singing its tune,&lt;br /&gt;A few streets away,&lt;br /&gt;Another child stares,&lt;br /&gt;This time a young boy,&lt;br /&gt;Cool jammies he wears,&lt;br /&gt;He also can’t sleep,&lt;br /&gt;Boy has he tried,&lt;br /&gt;So he stares out the window,&lt;br /&gt;In awe, wide eyed.&lt;br /&gt;Staring at the same star,&lt;br /&gt;He thinks for a while,&lt;br /&gt;Then thinks of the girl,&lt;br /&gt;And then starts to smile,&lt;br /&gt;With a short yawn,&lt;br /&gt;He heads off to bed,&lt;br /&gt;Off to dream,&lt;br /&gt;Strange stuff in his head.&lt;br /&gt;Upon that star,&lt;br /&gt;He made a wish,&lt;br /&gt;And the little girl,&lt;br /&gt;Felt a tad sleep-ish,&lt;br /&gt;With a twinkle,&lt;br /&gt;The star lost its shine,&lt;br /&gt;Everything was still,&lt;br /&gt;Including time,&lt;br /&gt;And with a yawn,&lt;br /&gt;The little girl fled,&lt;br /&gt;To the realm of dreams,&lt;br /&gt;Beside her bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nacky&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831772-23212358054616119?l=stooge_3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/feeds/23212358054616119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831772&amp;postID=23212358054616119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/23212358054616119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/23212358054616119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/2007/12/sleep.html' title='*sleep'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575669868705050947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831772.post-4456801909021116681</id><published>2007-11-23T21:20:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T21:43:33.728+11:00</updated><title type='text'>driftwood.</title><content type='html'>here i lie&lt;br /&gt;drifting away,&lt;br /&gt;broken inside,&lt;br /&gt;facing the day.&lt;br /&gt;isolated,&lt;br /&gt;feeling alone,&lt;br /&gt;still searching for&lt;br /&gt;place called home.&lt;br /&gt;a ton of questions,&lt;br /&gt;i ask myself why,&lt;br /&gt;look up to the surface,&lt;br /&gt;here i lie.&lt;br /&gt;drifting away,&lt;br /&gt;broken inside,&lt;br /&gt;submerging my all,&lt;br /&gt;no place to hide.&lt;br /&gt;slow descent,&lt;br /&gt;light shimmers through,&lt;br /&gt;into the depths,&lt;br /&gt;thinking of you.&lt;br /&gt;thunder and lightning,&lt;br /&gt;horizon of grey,&lt;br /&gt;here i lie,&lt;br /&gt;drifting away.&lt;br /&gt;broken inside,&lt;br /&gt;i would shed a tear,&lt;br /&gt;nobody cares,&lt;br /&gt;i wish you were here.&lt;br /&gt;waves crash the surface,&lt;br /&gt;for hundreds of years,&lt;br /&gt;rage deep down,&lt;br /&gt;inaudible tears.&lt;br /&gt;beating of my heart,&lt;br /&gt;sorry i lied,&lt;br /&gt;dont drift away,&lt;br /&gt;i'm broken inside.&lt;br /&gt;here i reach out,&lt;br /&gt;fall and breakdown,&lt;br /&gt;rain beats the surface,&lt;br /&gt;dousing around.&lt;br /&gt;scream from inside,&lt;br /&gt;thunder on cue,&lt;br /&gt;saturated i shiver.&lt;br /&gt;thoughts lead to you.&lt;br /&gt;here i lie,&lt;br /&gt;drifting away,&lt;br /&gt;broken inside,&lt;br /&gt;facing the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nacky&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831772-4456801909021116681?l=stooge_3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/feeds/4456801909021116681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831772&amp;postID=4456801909021116681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/4456801909021116681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/4456801909021116681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/2007/11/facing-day.html' title='driftwood.'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575669868705050947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831772.post-3003719539320903707</id><published>2007-11-05T23:04:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T17:59:12.463+11:00</updated><title type='text'>+crushing.</title><content type='html'>hey dudes, remember back in high school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grey clouds onslaught&lt;br /&gt;skies of blue,&lt;br /&gt;in class i sit here,&lt;br /&gt;thinking of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thunderclouds sigh as&lt;br /&gt;raindrops fall,&lt;br /&gt;dousing, caressing,&lt;br /&gt;the window and all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;staring down at my desk,&lt;br /&gt;then checking the time,&lt;br /&gt;limited, are these school&lt;br /&gt;days of mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;akward glances&lt;br /&gt;by and by,&lt;br /&gt;all of a sudden&lt;br /&gt;catching my eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking away,&lt;br /&gt;slowly back again&lt;br /&gt;a hint of a smile&lt;br /&gt;on her face just then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the hardened bell rings&lt;br /&gt;class then dismissed,&lt;br /&gt;she stays behind,&lt;br /&gt;noting classwork she's missed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she passes in the corridor&lt;br /&gt;my heart skips a beat,&lt;br /&gt;then she is gone,&lt;br /&gt;i look back to my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when she says hi,&lt;br /&gt;i feel so inane,&lt;br /&gt;as i try to speak,&lt;br /&gt;something's wrong with my brain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she smiles then waves,&lt;br /&gt;says her goodbyes,&lt;br /&gt;i stare entranced,&lt;br /&gt;by her golden-brown eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when she is gone,&lt;br /&gt;i come back to earth,&lt;br /&gt;then realise im late,&lt;br /&gt;to all my friend's mirth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so whenever shes near,&lt;br /&gt;returns my adrenaline rush,&lt;br /&gt;shes amazing, its stupid&lt;br /&gt;this little high school crush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nacky&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831772-3003719539320903707?l=stooge_3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/feeds/3003719539320903707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831772&amp;postID=3003719539320903707' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/3003719539320903707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/3003719539320903707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/2007/11/crushing.html' title='+crushing.'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575669868705050947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831772.post-6746268120552591306</id><published>2007-10-14T21:25:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T21:25:43.055+10:00</updated><title type='text'>looking for a good time?</title><content type='html'>timmy can hook you up quote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~far away for far too long~ says:do you want me to hook you up with someone in bundah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy hunting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831772-6746268120552591306?l=stooge_3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/feeds/6746268120552591306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831772&amp;postID=6746268120552591306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/6746268120552591306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/6746268120552591306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/2007/10/looking-for-good-time.html' title='looking for a good time?'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575669868705050947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831772.post-1529138574824915503</id><published>2007-09-10T17:34:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T17:36:33.268+10:00</updated><title type='text'>the crazy beast of a rednut. who also happens to be josh</title><content type='html'>To Josh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merrily, gentlemen, I bring to thou,&lt;br /&gt;A tale of old, so gather now,&lt;br /&gt;Of events enacted a long time ago,&lt;br /&gt;Of a brave and majestic, young hero.&lt;br /&gt;In a hospital inn our tale begun,&lt;br /&gt;Where our hero’s mother conceived a son,&lt;br /&gt;The Gods above blessed him dear,&lt;br /&gt;With what you ask, well listen here,&lt;br /&gt;See, the Gods debated about who blessed best,&lt;br /&gt;And their blessings blended, came out messed,&lt;br /&gt;And so our young hero, gained not devilish charm,&lt;br /&gt;Or brains full of wisdom and neither strength of arm,&lt;br /&gt;He did however get doused in the lot,&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened, we unfortunately know not.&lt;br /&gt;But there was a giant implosion, heard across the land,&lt;br /&gt;In the air on the seas even felt through the sand,&lt;br /&gt;What did result? I hear you all cry,&lt;br /&gt;To the infant who imploded, heard across the sky,&lt;br /&gt;Well to tell you the truth, what resulted was this,&lt;br /&gt;A youth with such qualities, so hard to miss.&lt;br /&gt;As the infant grew, his qualities prospered,&lt;br /&gt;What were these qualities, I just heard you all wondered,&lt;br /&gt;Wide as the seas, so far across the land,&lt;br /&gt;Ne’er hast been a tale, a legend so grand,&lt;br /&gt;Than that of JOSH whom has now become a man,&lt;br /&gt;Get back to those qualities, I hear you demand.&lt;br /&gt;And so, Ne’er been a mane so fair,&lt;br /&gt;So full, so rouge, as Josh’s hair.&lt;br /&gt;His cranium affected, by the bright copper curls,&lt;br /&gt;Blessed with the knack, I hear, with many such girls,&lt;br /&gt;His musical talent, an aura, radiating to thou-th,&lt;br /&gt;But most of the time, it usually comes out of his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;His love of riding, preferably on bikes,&lt;br /&gt;I leave to your imagination, upon what others he likes&lt;br /&gt;Also, I’m told, from what my sources hear,&lt;br /&gt;He’s inherited the most amazing ability to consume his beer. (I do believe these sources are incorrect)&lt;br /&gt;Not many can match, the largeness of his heart,&lt;br /&gt;I do believe it is what attracted us all to him for a start,&lt;br /&gt;His great care for his friends, no matter how big or small,&lt;br /&gt;No fact more true-er than his love for us all,&lt;br /&gt;His intolerance of vegos from which we can all learn,&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Alex. *ahem*&lt;br /&gt;His love of his Holden, no matter what people say,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it’s intolerable, day after day,&lt;br /&gt;But we do put up with him, love our intention,&lt;br /&gt;Yet on the subject of tolerance, here I must mention,&lt;br /&gt;His third person persona, from which only appears,&lt;br /&gt;When he is totally gone, from drinking too many beers.&lt;br /&gt;What many more qualities, I could continue to list,&lt;br /&gt;But to continue forever, I would cease to exist,&lt;br /&gt;So here I end my tale of a boy, who is now a man,&lt;br /&gt;Get crunk. Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831772-1529138574824915503?l=stooge_3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/feeds/1529138574824915503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831772&amp;postID=1529138574824915503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/1529138574824915503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/1529138574824915503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/2007/09/crazy-beast-of-rednut-who-also-happens.html' title='the crazy beast of a rednut. who also happens to be josh'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575669868705050947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831772.post-7912725702180672185</id><published>2007-05-30T22:43:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T22:48:35.426+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Parpadeo</title><content type='html'>-thanks ann-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ver tu sonrisa,&lt;br /&gt;por un rato,&lt;br /&gt;un parpadeo,&lt;br /&gt;se va.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;charlando después,&lt;br /&gt;juegos y risas,&lt;br /&gt;un parpadeo,&lt;br /&gt;se va.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toda la tesora,&lt;br /&gt;pasiόn, placer,&lt;br /&gt;un parpadeo,&lt;br /&gt;se va.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todo lo que tengo,&lt;br /&gt;quién sabría,&lt;br /&gt;un parpadeo,&lt;br /&gt;se va.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quién fui yo en tu vida,&lt;br /&gt;amistad firme y verdadera,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;un parpadeo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se va.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831772-7912725702180672185?l=stooge_3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/feeds/7912725702180672185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831772&amp;postID=7912725702180672185' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/7912725702180672185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/7912725702180672185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/2007/05/parpadeo.html' title='Parpadeo'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575669868705050947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831772.post-5250525083240452090</id><published>2007-05-30T20:22:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T21:25:53.315+10:00</updated><title type='text'>missed.</title><content type='html'>open my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;rise to see,&lt;br /&gt;open mist,&lt;br /&gt;in front of me,&lt;br /&gt;step outside,&lt;br /&gt;trip and fall,&lt;br /&gt;days like these,&lt;br /&gt;worst of all.&lt;br /&gt;cold fog rises,&lt;br /&gt;my every breath,&lt;br /&gt;frost infesting,&lt;br /&gt;dance of death.&lt;br /&gt;catch her eye,&lt;br /&gt;hold her stare,&lt;br /&gt;through the window,&lt;br /&gt;does she care?&lt;br /&gt;reflection, perception,&lt;br /&gt;all im needing,&lt;br /&gt;jumbled words&lt;br /&gt;and thoughts preceding.&lt;br /&gt;falling behind,&lt;br /&gt;competition to fierce,&lt;br /&gt;battle lost,&lt;br /&gt;heart pierced.&lt;br /&gt;consumed by failure,&lt;br /&gt;always, again,&lt;br /&gt;there she goes by,&lt;br /&gt;only a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831772-5250525083240452090?l=stooge_3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/feeds/5250525083240452090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831772&amp;postID=5250525083240452090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/5250525083240452090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/5250525083240452090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/2007/05/missed.html' title='missed.'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575669868705050947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831772.post-3535963391099680714</id><published>2007-05-21T19:53:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T22:49:03.663+10:00</updated><title type='text'>rain.</title><content type='html'>stormy clouds,&lt;br /&gt;bolts of light,&lt;br /&gt;heaven's tears,&lt;br /&gt;soak the night,&lt;br /&gt;doused hair matted,&lt;br /&gt;to my face,&lt;br /&gt;walk on slowly,&lt;br /&gt;no need for haste.&lt;br /&gt;the wind sends shivers,&lt;br /&gt;down my spine,&lt;br /&gt;a lamp post lights,&lt;br /&gt;this path of mine,&lt;br /&gt;thoughts of warmth,&lt;br /&gt;heat up my soul,&lt;br /&gt;thoughts of you,&lt;br /&gt;most of all.&lt;br /&gt;your perfect smile,&lt;br /&gt;i can't ever ignore&lt;br /&gt;sweet embrace,&lt;br /&gt;what i long for,&lt;br /&gt;a moment's reprieve,&lt;br /&gt;outside these walls,&lt;br /&gt;cool and calm,&lt;br /&gt;the rain still falls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831772-3535963391099680714?l=stooge_3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/feeds/3535963391099680714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831772&amp;postID=3535963391099680714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/3535963391099680714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/3535963391099680714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/2007/05/rain.html' title='rain.'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575669868705050947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831772.post-3387757288459474709</id><published>2007-05-17T21:20:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T21:21:40.462+10:00</updated><title type='text'>aloha lance.</title><content type='html'>penyu lance, hai lance,&lt;br /&gt;penyu lance,&lt;br /&gt;tarilah, tarilah, tarilah!&lt;br /&gt;lance el tortuga,&lt;br /&gt;hola lance,&lt;br /&gt;lance el tortuga,&lt;br /&gt;baILa, baILa, baILa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831772-3387757288459474709?l=stooge_3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/feeds/3387757288459474709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831772&amp;postID=3387757288459474709' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/3387757288459474709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/3387757288459474709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/2007/05/aloha-lance.html' title='aloha lance.'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575669868705050947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831772.post-4270622707898581721</id><published>2007-05-07T20:37:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T20:36:36.489+10:00</updated><title type='text'>illuminate</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;-to Georgie-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;clear night sky,&lt;br /&gt;fresh cool breeze,&lt;br /&gt;wind maneuvering&lt;br /&gt;through the trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rush of air&lt;br /&gt;runs across her face,&lt;br /&gt;picture perfect,&lt;br /&gt;time and place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her image imbedded&lt;br /&gt;caught in the mind,&lt;br /&gt;look out to the universe,&lt;br /&gt;relax, unwind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beer in hand&lt;br /&gt;lean against the merc,&lt;br /&gt;absorb the vast expanse&lt;br /&gt;of God's great work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ask a small favour,&lt;br /&gt;look out far,&lt;br /&gt;pick the brightest,&lt;br /&gt;sweetest star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;towards the left-&lt;br /&gt;of the moon,&lt;br /&gt;one star hangs&lt;br /&gt;in full bloom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;radiant light,&lt;br /&gt;supernatural hue,&lt;br /&gt;i choose that star,&lt;br /&gt;with thoughts of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one condition,&lt;br /&gt;for a favour so small,&lt;br /&gt;stay true to you,&lt;br /&gt;and give my all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kindle the star,&lt;br /&gt;make it grow,&lt;br /&gt;love for you,&lt;br /&gt;affects its glow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time flows on,&lt;br /&gt;the star matures,&lt;br /&gt;imbedded with passion,&lt;br /&gt;that forever endures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still shining bright,&lt;br /&gt;forever new,&lt;br /&gt;the star's a gift,&lt;br /&gt;from me to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nate&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831772-4270622707898581721?l=stooge_3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/feeds/4270622707898581721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831772&amp;postID=4270622707898581721' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/4270622707898581721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/4270622707898581721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/2007/05/illuminate.html' title='illuminate'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575669868705050947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831772.post-8107309977113721816</id><published>2007-05-02T22:19:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T22:30:31.671+10:00</updated><title type='text'>blink</title><content type='html'>see your smile,&lt;br /&gt;for a while,&lt;br /&gt;in a blink,&lt;br /&gt;its gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking after,&lt;br /&gt;fun and laughter,&lt;br /&gt;in a blink.&lt;br /&gt;its gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the treasure,&lt;br /&gt;passion, pleasure,&lt;br /&gt;in a blink,&lt;br /&gt;its gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all that i own,&lt;br /&gt;who would have known,&lt;br /&gt;in a blink,&lt;br /&gt;its gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who i was to you,&lt;br /&gt;friendship steadfast and true,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a blink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831772-8107309977113721816?l=stooge_3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/feeds/8107309977113721816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831772&amp;postID=8107309977113721816' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/8107309977113721816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/8107309977113721816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/2007/05/blink.html' title='blink'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575669868705050947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831772.post-1844534716147927498</id><published>2007-04-12T23:21:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T23:26:30.296+10:00</updated><title type='text'>drive.</title><content type='html'>boy in a car,&lt;br /&gt;trying to get away,&lt;br /&gt;hates the world,&lt;br /&gt;cant stand another day,&lt;br /&gt;sick of it all,&lt;br /&gt;always overlooked,&lt;br /&gt;no one cares,&lt;br /&gt;their time always booked,&lt;br /&gt;what is love?&lt;br /&gt;it doesnt feel the same,&lt;br /&gt;hate you all,&lt;br /&gt;embrace the pain,&lt;br /&gt;collision, impact,&lt;br /&gt;force through the head,&lt;br /&gt;seeing red - hes empty,&lt;br /&gt;poor boy is dead.&lt;br /&gt;life again wasted,&lt;br /&gt;yet in the end,&lt;br /&gt;all that he needed,&lt;br /&gt;was just a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831772-1844534716147927498?l=stooge_3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/feeds/1844534716147927498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831772&amp;postID=1844534716147927498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/1844534716147927498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/1844534716147927498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/2007/04/drive.html' title='drive.'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575669868705050947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831772.post-959220358443256691</id><published>2007-03-28T17:43:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T17:49:42.475+10:00</updated><title type='text'>le' sherbie</title><content type='html'>i once had a sherbie,&lt;br /&gt;wrapped in orange paper,&lt;br /&gt;as i unwrapped it,&lt;br /&gt;i discarded the ray-per.(wrapper)&lt;br /&gt;the orange sherbie,&lt;br /&gt;there it just sat.&lt;br /&gt;"eat me!" it cried,&lt;br /&gt;"i'll make you fat!"&lt;br /&gt;so i did.&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;the sherbie had no sherbet,&lt;br /&gt;to my dismay,&lt;br /&gt;so i wrote a poem about it.&lt;br /&gt;this one. today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;silly confectionary companies with their confectionary and their random machines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831772-959220358443256691?l=stooge_3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/feeds/959220358443256691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831772&amp;postID=959220358443256691' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/959220358443256691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/959220358443256691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/2007/03/le-sherbie.html' title='le&apos; sherbie'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575669868705050947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831772.post-5421288774770721675</id><published>2007-03-15T22:12:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T22:24:54.230+11:00</updated><title type='text'>glance</title><content type='html'>talk to me,&lt;br /&gt;look at me,&lt;br /&gt;do you see me?&lt;br /&gt;acknowledge me,&lt;br /&gt;face me,&lt;br /&gt;can you hear me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831772-5421288774770721675?l=stooge_3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/feeds/5421288774770721675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831772&amp;postID=5421288774770721675' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/5421288774770721675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/5421288774770721675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/2007/03/glance.html' title='glance'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575669868705050947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831772.post-1746820650255251447</id><published>2007-02-28T21:58:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T22:42:28.143+11:00</updated><title type='text'>bridge.</title><content type='html'>'to a Daniel i'll never know.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wind in his hair,&lt;br /&gt;breeze on his face,&lt;br /&gt;staring down,&lt;br /&gt;empty space.&lt;br /&gt;top of the world,&lt;br /&gt;no turning back,&lt;br /&gt;dark of night,&lt;br /&gt;echoes pitch black.&lt;br /&gt;cars go by,&lt;br /&gt;all unaware,&lt;br /&gt;time moves on,&lt;br /&gt;nobody cares,&lt;br /&gt;"i'm significant",&lt;br /&gt;he silently screams,&lt;br /&gt;in desperation, loss&lt;br /&gt;and broken dreams,&lt;br /&gt;he'd show them all,&lt;br /&gt;who he could have been,&lt;br /&gt;impact their lives,&lt;br /&gt;create a scene,&lt;br /&gt;looking for love,&lt;br /&gt;they shunned him away,&lt;br /&gt;enduring life,&lt;br /&gt;day after day,&lt;br /&gt;only emptiness,&lt;br /&gt;it pains the soul,&lt;br /&gt;lonely life,&lt;br /&gt;can't fill the hole,&lt;br /&gt;with closed eyes,&lt;br /&gt;he raises his hands,&lt;br /&gt;deep breath in,&lt;br /&gt;no one understands,&lt;br /&gt;it tugs at him,&lt;br /&gt;pulling him free,&lt;br /&gt;embracing him,&lt;br /&gt;sound of the sea.&lt;br /&gt;as the tide moves out,&lt;br /&gt;from high to low,&lt;br /&gt;a defiant leap,&lt;br /&gt;everything slows,&lt;br /&gt;blink of an eye,&lt;br /&gt;facing life's dread,&lt;br /&gt;waves wash over,&lt;br /&gt;a young man is dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone out there,&lt;br /&gt;they loved him though.&lt;br /&gt;its just too bad,&lt;br /&gt;they never told him so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nacky&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831772-1746820650255251447?l=stooge_3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/feeds/1746820650255251447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831772&amp;postID=1746820650255251447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/1746820650255251447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/1746820650255251447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/2007/02/bridge.html' title='bridge.'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575669868705050947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831772.post-7296659862139364726</id><published>2007-02-23T19:30:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T19:36:05.378+11:00</updated><title type='text'>this is gay.</title><content type='html'>That's right kids,&lt;br /&gt;its:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;completely and utterly,&lt;br /&gt;totally, indefinately,&lt;br /&gt;ultimately, undeniably&lt;br /&gt;homo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831772-7296659862139364726?l=stooge_3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/feeds/7296659862139364726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831772&amp;postID=7296659862139364726' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/7296659862139364726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/7296659862139364726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/2007/02/this-is-gay.html' title='this is gay.'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575669868705050947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831772.post-6991603167889199319</id><published>2007-02-18T16:09:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T16:14:13.284+11:00</updated><title type='text'>backflip.</title><content type='html'>high and mighty,&lt;br /&gt;feeling fly,&lt;br /&gt;rollercoaster,&lt;br /&gt;lonely guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831772-6991603167889199319?l=stooge_3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/feeds/6991603167889199319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831772&amp;postID=6991603167889199319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/6991603167889199319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/6991603167889199319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/2007/02/backflip.html' title='backflip.'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575669868705050947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831772.post-3120927305486642681</id><published>2007-02-11T14:15:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T22:43:29.161+11:00</updated><title type='text'>into the deep.</title><content type='html'>drifting,&lt;br /&gt;washed furthur,&lt;br /&gt;from shore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;floating,&lt;br /&gt;above clouds,&lt;br /&gt;majestic desert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wandering,&lt;br /&gt;drawing near,&lt;br /&gt;to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;withdrawal,&lt;br /&gt;time slows,&lt;br /&gt;memory lapse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beaconing,&lt;br /&gt;calm embrace,&lt;br /&gt;i sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831772-3120927305486642681?l=stooge_3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/feeds/3120927305486642681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831772&amp;postID=3120927305486642681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/3120927305486642681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/3120927305486642681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/2007/02/into-deep.html' title='into the deep.'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575669868705050947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831772.post-207504412783138092</id><published>2007-02-09T18:01:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T12:07:17.573+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Belated valentine</title><content type='html'>ROSES are red,&lt;br /&gt;vibrant embrace,&lt;br /&gt;the look of love,&lt;br /&gt;that beams from your face,&lt;br /&gt;on certain days,&lt;br /&gt;when i feel down,&lt;br /&gt;you console me,&lt;br /&gt;flip my world around,&lt;br /&gt;ribbon wrapped chocolates,&lt;br /&gt;i'll say it again,&lt;br /&gt;God gave me the privilege,&lt;br /&gt;of you as a friend,&lt;br /&gt;another cliché,&lt;br /&gt;bouquet of flowers,&lt;br /&gt;lost in your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;speechless for hours,&lt;br /&gt;all the small things,&lt;br /&gt;and that thing that you do,&lt;br /&gt;continual reminder,&lt;br /&gt;of why i love you,&lt;br /&gt;yet why i hold back,&lt;br /&gt;it eludes me so,&lt;br /&gt;do i really love you?&lt;br /&gt;i don't really know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIOLETS are blue,&lt;br /&gt;whilst hands entwine,&lt;br /&gt;love among,&lt;br /&gt;these friends of mine,&lt;br /&gt;relationships building,&lt;br /&gt;later they break,&lt;br /&gt;confronting rejection,&lt;br /&gt;pain of heartache,&lt;br /&gt;bullet in the head,&lt;br /&gt;feeling in my gut,&lt;br /&gt;the crying inside,&lt;br /&gt;it hurts quite a lot,&lt;br /&gt;for a period of time,&lt;br /&gt;we all feel inept,&lt;br /&gt;kept to ourselves,&lt;br /&gt;private tears we wept.&lt;br /&gt;yet as time goes by,&lt;br /&gt;hearts heal without fuss,&lt;br /&gt;i promise you this,&lt;br /&gt;it won't happen to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMETIMES i wonder,&lt;br /&gt;if this is a dream,&lt;br /&gt;beauty surrounding,&lt;br /&gt;life so pristine,&lt;br /&gt;love shared so freely,&lt;br /&gt;between family and friends,&lt;br /&gt;love so steadfast,&lt;br /&gt;i swear it never ends.&lt;br /&gt;of all the many blessings,&lt;br /&gt;that i have received,&lt;br /&gt;to say you were most precious,&lt;br /&gt;is that something you'd believe?&lt;br /&gt;to describe love as a whole,&lt;br /&gt;contains too much detail,&lt;br /&gt;it protects, trusts and hopes,&lt;br /&gt;and mine will never fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO i really love you?&lt;br /&gt;with all of my heart,&lt;br /&gt;i choked when i saw you,&lt;br /&gt;right from the start,&lt;br /&gt;it sounds kind of strange,&lt;br /&gt;to say i love your insides,&lt;br /&gt;you've a beautiful personality,&lt;br /&gt;i can always confide - in you.&lt;br /&gt;to top it all off,&lt;br /&gt;i just want to say,&lt;br /&gt;i think you look stunning,&lt;br /&gt;every single day,&lt;br /&gt;you're inner beauty,&lt;br /&gt;it really shines through,&lt;br /&gt;but i do find you intensely&lt;br /&gt;attractive physically, mind you.&lt;br /&gt;after reading this poem&lt;br /&gt;i'll be yours,&lt;br /&gt;if you're mine,&lt;br /&gt;i guess what i'm saying is,&lt;br /&gt;be my valentine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831772-207504412783138092?l=stooge_3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/feeds/207504412783138092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831772&amp;postID=207504412783138092' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/207504412783138092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/207504412783138092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/2007/02/belated-valentine.html' title='Belated valentine'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575669868705050947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831772.post-1303757293899953261</id><published>2007-02-04T18:31:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T18:57:29.317+11:00</updated><title type='text'>freak</title><content type='html'>look at the mirror,&lt;br /&gt;stare at the window to the soul,&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i see a part of me,&lt;br /&gt;which sometimes loses control.&lt;br /&gt;the thoughts in my mind,&lt;br /&gt;the actions i take,&lt;br /&gt;when i follow through,&lt;br /&gt;i make my biggest mistakes,&lt;br /&gt;i sometimes think,&lt;br /&gt;that when i give in,&lt;br /&gt;i dont deserve nearly as much,&lt;br /&gt;as all i've been given.&lt;br /&gt;it taints my mind,&lt;br /&gt;my attitudes, my heart,&lt;br /&gt;and after it passes&lt;br /&gt;my world falls apart.&lt;br /&gt;it destroys my views&lt;br /&gt;of loving people i know,&lt;br /&gt;and i hate the fact&lt;br /&gt;that it continues to grow.&lt;br /&gt;it continually ensnares me,&lt;br /&gt;and when i fail to break free&lt;br /&gt;its in times like these&lt;br /&gt; : i hate being me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831772-1303757293899953261?l=stooge_3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/feeds/1303757293899953261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831772&amp;postID=1303757293899953261' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/1303757293899953261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/1303757293899953261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/2007/02/freak.html' title='freak'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575669868705050947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831772.post-116763781423400478</id><published>2007-01-01T18:44:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T18:50:14.246+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>no movements,&lt;br /&gt;no stirring,&lt;br /&gt;no comments at all,&lt;br /&gt;does anyone&lt;br /&gt;even read&lt;br /&gt;this stuff anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.  .  .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831772-116763781423400478?l=stooge_3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/feeds/116763781423400478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831772&amp;postID=116763781423400478' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/116763781423400478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/116763781423400478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575669868705050947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831772.post-116702493184324528</id><published>2006-12-25T16:33:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T16:35:31.860+11:00</updated><title type='text'>"happy birthday"</title><content type='html'>happy birthday Jesus, Jesus its your birthday&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday Jesus, Jesus its your birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bongo solo*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MerryMerryMerryMerryMerryMerryMerryMerryMerry&lt;br /&gt;MerryMerryMerryMerryMerryMerryMerryMerryMerry&lt;br /&gt;MerryMerryMerryMerryMerryMerryMerryMerryMerry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nate''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831772-116702493184324528?l=stooge_3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/feeds/116702493184324528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831772&amp;postID=116702493184324528' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/116702493184324528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/116702493184324528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-birthday.html' title='&quot;happy birthday&quot;'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575669868705050947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831772.post-116442744433009006</id><published>2006-11-25T14:29:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T14:30:02.914+11:00</updated><title type='text'>woodshedding.</title><content type='html'>so much to do,&lt;br /&gt;so little time,&lt;br /&gt;world flies by,&lt;br /&gt;people cut in line,&lt;br /&gt;everybody changing,&lt;br /&gt;for better for worse,&lt;br /&gt;beating new rhythms,&lt;br /&gt;singing a new verse,&lt;br /&gt;leaves turned over,&lt;br /&gt;others rolled and smoked,&lt;br /&gt;violence and anger,&lt;br /&gt;not all provoked,&lt;br /&gt;better than some,&lt;br /&gt;worse than many,&lt;br /&gt;everyday the same thing,&lt;br /&gt;i heard it all already,&lt;br /&gt;regret in my head,&lt;br /&gt;bouncing around,&lt;br /&gt;fear of failure,&lt;br /&gt;sound resound,&lt;br /&gt;break into laughter,&lt;br /&gt;forget the pain,&lt;br /&gt;people move on,&lt;br /&gt;its a harsh game,&lt;br /&gt;remember her eyes,&lt;br /&gt;crystal clear blue-grey,&lt;br /&gt;see her again,&lt;br /&gt;walk on and turn away,&lt;br /&gt;billion thoughts running,&lt;br /&gt;wild in my head,&lt;br /&gt;sometimes its too much,&lt;br /&gt;i wish i was dead,&lt;br /&gt;so here i am,&lt;br /&gt;pouring out my soul,&lt;br /&gt;rather, its leaking,&lt;br /&gt;can't mend the hole,&lt;br /&gt;going on and on,&lt;br /&gt;don't you get tired?&lt;br /&gt;no one understands,&lt;br /&gt;all differently wired,&lt;br /&gt;its a perspective thing,&lt;br /&gt;i don't see your way,&lt;br /&gt;yet somehow we tolerate-&lt;br /&gt;each other everyday,&lt;br /&gt;once we were brothers,&lt;br /&gt;yet no longer anymore,&lt;br /&gt;its hard to imagine,&lt;br /&gt;the bonds from before,&lt;br /&gt;time and time again,&lt;br /&gt;all thoughts aside,&lt;br /&gt;lodged in my brain,&lt;br /&gt;whispered suicide.&lt;br /&gt;to the skies i cry out,&lt;br /&gt;and on go the tears,&lt;br /&gt;see you all round,&lt;br /&gt;in a million years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nacky&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831772-116442744433009006?l=stooge_3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/feeds/116442744433009006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831772&amp;postID=116442744433009006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/116442744433009006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/116442744433009006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/2006/11/woodshedding.html' title='woodshedding.'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575669868705050947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831772.post-116383039940922872</id><published>2006-11-18T16:46:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T17:13:20.273+11:00</updated><title type='text'>chipotlé, bad when cold.</title><content type='html'>there it is again,&lt;br /&gt;stirring feeling within.&lt;br /&gt;eats away at my soul,&lt;br /&gt;why did it begin?&lt;br /&gt;off in the distance,&lt;br /&gt;there she stands.&lt;br /&gt;with someone else,&lt;br /&gt;holding hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;break away.&lt;br /&gt;hear a scream.&lt;br /&gt;its on the inside.&lt;br /&gt;wake from the dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again,&lt;br /&gt;the feeling awakes.&lt;br /&gt;stone to window,&lt;br /&gt;again my heart breaks,&lt;br /&gt;into her eyes,&lt;br /&gt;the ceaseless depth,&lt;br /&gt;the ice cold beauty,&lt;br /&gt;where tears are wept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take a risk,&lt;br /&gt;then converse,&lt;br /&gt;intangible.&lt;br /&gt;its the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk with me,&lt;br /&gt;i know you're there.&lt;br /&gt;feel your presence,&lt;br /&gt;feel your care,&lt;br /&gt;set my path straight,&lt;br /&gt;align my eyes with your goal.&lt;br /&gt;refresh my spirit,&lt;br /&gt;fill the hole in my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forget worries,&lt;br /&gt;and all that crap.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just glad,&lt;br /&gt;you'll take me back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831772-116383039940922872?l=stooge_3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/feeds/116383039940922872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831772&amp;postID=116383039940922872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/116383039940922872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/116383039940922872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/2006/11/chipotl-bad-when-cold.html' title='chipotlé, bad when cold.'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575669868705050947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831772.post-116306267591873319</id><published>2006-11-09T19:46:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T19:57:55.930+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 3</title><content type='html'>higher and higher,&lt;br /&gt;joey arose,&lt;br /&gt;wind in his hair,&lt;br /&gt;clouds on his toes,&lt;br /&gt;all of a sudden,&lt;br /&gt;a great blasting squall,&lt;br /&gt;blew joey away,&lt;br /&gt;for he was just small.&lt;br /&gt;down joey dropped,&lt;br /&gt;like rain from a cloud,&lt;br /&gt;"help me!" he shouted,&lt;br /&gt;really really loud.&lt;br /&gt;a bright sillouette,&lt;br /&gt;shrouded by light,&lt;br /&gt;grabbed joey's leg,&lt;br /&gt;then rose aflight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831772-116306267591873319?l=stooge_3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/feeds/116306267591873319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831772&amp;postID=116306267591873319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/116306267591873319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/116306267591873319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/2006/11/part-3.html' title='Part 3'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575669868705050947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831772.post-116246472674231937</id><published>2006-11-02T21:23:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T21:52:08.926+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 2</title><content type='html'>the next day joey awoke,&lt;br /&gt;next to him pete smoking some dope,&lt;br /&gt;checking for his list, tucked under his wing,&lt;br /&gt;pete the parrot started to sing,&lt;br /&gt;a slow sombre song, about several men,&lt;br /&gt;who had searched for the listed items,&lt;br /&gt;but were never seen again.&lt;br /&gt;this deterred joey not,&lt;br /&gt;from his humble path of choosing,&lt;br /&gt;he quickly became airborne,&lt;br /&gt;awake from his snoozing,&lt;br /&gt;with a wholesome flap,&lt;br /&gt;and one giant leap,&lt;br /&gt;Joey flew off,&lt;br /&gt;with his list in his beak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831772-116246472674231937?l=stooge_3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/feeds/116246472674231937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831772&amp;postID=116246472674231937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/116246472674231937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/116246472674231937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/2006/11/part-2.html' title='Part 2'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575669868705050947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831772.post-116219160441899046</id><published>2006-10-30T17:33:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T18:06:22.030+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 1</title><content type='html'>there once was a captain,&lt;br /&gt;who captained a boat.&lt;br /&gt;only problem was,&lt;br /&gt;his boat couldnt float.&lt;br /&gt;he tried so hard to fix it,&lt;br /&gt;but to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;so he pushed it along,&lt;br /&gt;it was as slow as a snail.&lt;br /&gt;the other captains laughed,&lt;br /&gt;and threw telescopi.&lt;br /&gt;the poor captain told his bird,&lt;br /&gt;"i wish i could fly"&lt;br /&gt;and with that the bird&lt;br /&gt;flew into the air.&lt;br /&gt;off into the distance,&lt;br /&gt;its feathers aflair.&lt;br /&gt;joey was its name,&lt;br /&gt;the bird i mean.&lt;br /&gt;and he really loved his captain,&lt;br /&gt;cause the captain wasnt mean.&lt;br /&gt;joey ventured south,&lt;br /&gt;over the oceans and the seas.&lt;br /&gt;to get to a little island,&lt;br /&gt;there he landed on his knees.&lt;br /&gt;now joey was a little bird,&lt;br /&gt;but was big where it counted most.&lt;br /&gt;and i do not mean his groin,&lt;br /&gt;you filthy, perverted people who thought it was his groin.&lt;br /&gt;and so joey stood up on his legs,&lt;br /&gt;and ventured towards a cave.&lt;br /&gt;cause all the cool birds in the world,&lt;br /&gt;hung out at blackbeard's grave.&lt;br /&gt;joey sought out a bird named pete,&lt;br /&gt;who knew a thing or two,&lt;br /&gt;hopefully it was about boats,&lt;br /&gt;but joey didnt have a clue.&lt;br /&gt;he found pete up near a chest,&lt;br /&gt;full of much pure gold,&lt;br /&gt;joey then told his tale,&lt;br /&gt;and pete listened in a hold.&lt;br /&gt;then pete squaked loud,&lt;br /&gt;knowing what to do,&lt;br /&gt;"a long and perilous journey,&lt;br /&gt;will be in store for you."&lt;br /&gt;joey boldly stated,&lt;br /&gt;"i don't have no fears"&lt;br /&gt;and joey's face lit up as pete told,&lt;br /&gt;the solution to his captains tears.&lt;br /&gt;"the thing you need joey my boy,&lt;br /&gt;is something which allows you to fly"&lt;br /&gt;Joey nodded and cocked his head,&lt;br /&gt;"the boat must touch the sky!"&lt;br /&gt;so pete wrote out a list of things,&lt;br /&gt;of which joey needed to seek,&lt;br /&gt;but all those things large and small,&lt;br /&gt;couldnt all fit in joey's beak.&lt;br /&gt;with this dilemma, joey thanked pete,&lt;br /&gt;and pete went on his way.&lt;br /&gt;joey thought he could use some sleep,&lt;br /&gt;as it was nearly the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;and so with some ideas in his head&lt;br /&gt;and his list in his beak,&lt;br /&gt;joey found a place to nest&lt;br /&gt;and drifted off to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831772-116219160441899046?l=stooge_3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/feeds/116219160441899046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831772&amp;postID=116219160441899046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/116219160441899046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/116219160441899046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/2006/10/part-1.html' title='Part 1'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575669868705050947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831772.post-116218985214308804</id><published>2006-10-30T17:12:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T17:30:52.153+11:00</updated><title type='text'>release-</title><content type='html'>On it goes,&lt;br /&gt;another day,&lt;br /&gt;here i am,&lt;br /&gt;ask me to stay,&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if,&lt;br /&gt;when and how,&lt;br /&gt;if only you,&lt;br /&gt;would hear me out,&lt;br /&gt;i see you come,&lt;br /&gt;rushing around,&lt;br /&gt;i see you go,&lt;br /&gt;chill out, slow down,&lt;br /&gt;remember him,&lt;br /&gt;right by your side,&lt;br /&gt;ignite again,&lt;br /&gt;look alive,&lt;br /&gt;in the fiercest storm,&lt;br /&gt;he holds you close,&lt;br /&gt;remember him,&lt;br /&gt;who loves you the most,&lt;br /&gt;and as a friend,&lt;br /&gt;tommorow and today,&lt;br /&gt;as a brother, i,&lt;br /&gt;say cast it all away,&lt;br /&gt;wish we could be,&lt;br /&gt;like long ago,&lt;br /&gt;but its not the same,&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nacky&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831772-116218985214308804?l=stooge_3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/feeds/116218985214308804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831772&amp;postID=116218985214308804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/116218985214308804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/116218985214308804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/2006/10/release.html' title='release-'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575669868705050947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831772.post-116186154832154106</id><published>2006-10-26T21:02:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T17:32:39.403+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Golden green eyes</title><content type='html'>-to Jacqueline&lt;br /&gt;I see you walking round there,&lt;br /&gt;A blue ribbon in your hair,&lt;br /&gt;A voice inside of me sighs,&lt;br /&gt;The girl with golden green eyes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Thoughts of you in my head,&lt;br /&gt;In a sunset so red,&lt;br /&gt;Through the window, sunrise,&lt;br /&gt;The girl with golden green eyes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Stare at the clouds above me,&lt;br /&gt;How can she be so lovely?&lt;br /&gt;Sparse as the stars in night skies,&lt;br /&gt;The girl with golden green eyes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Feeling down at low tide,&lt;br /&gt;Drowning in at high tide,&lt;br /&gt;Seeing how fast time flies,&lt;br /&gt;The girl with golden green eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Approa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /&gt;&lt;st1:personname&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;chin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;g her I wonder,&lt;br /&gt;If she has another,&lt;br /&gt;Just ahead there she lies,&lt;br /&gt;The girl with golden green eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;I stutter, get lost for miles,&lt;br /&gt;She looks up and then she smiles,&lt;br /&gt;Looking down in her eyes,&lt;br /&gt;The girl with golden green eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;She walks away and I realise,&lt;br /&gt;Still captivated by her green eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I’d really like to see a sunrise, with,&lt;br /&gt;That girl with golden green eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;-nate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831772-116186154832154106?l=stooge_3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/feeds/116186154832154106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831772&amp;postID=116186154832154106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/116186154832154106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/116186154832154106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/2006/10/golden-green-eyes.html' title='Golden green eyes'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575669868705050947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831772.post-116185749182483609</id><published>2006-10-26T20:10:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T20:11:31.836+10:00</updated><title type='text'>All i ever hear.-</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Rant, Rant, Rant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;It bores me to death. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;It cuts me deep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;It burns my insides. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;On and on, it carries on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;It makes me sick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;It infuriates me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;It makes me tense. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Again and again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;It is all I ever hear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Mumble, mutter, matter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;It makes me run. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Into the darkness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;No cares, no fears. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Whispering, moaning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Bright lights. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;It hits me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;I’m gone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Again and again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;It is all I ever hear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831772-116185749182483609?l=stooge_3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/feeds/116185749182483609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831772&amp;postID=116185749182483609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/116185749182483609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/116185749182483609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/2006/10/all-i-ever-hear.html' title='All i ever hear.-'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575669868705050947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831772.post-115994577797438356</id><published>2006-10-04T16:39:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T17:09:37.990+10:00</updated><title type='text'>--</title><content type='html'>sometimes i wonder if you care,&lt;br /&gt;when i reach out you're not there,&lt;br /&gt;i feel like screaming from the inside,&lt;br /&gt;im sick of this, don't want to hide,&lt;br /&gt;trembling layed out on the floor,&lt;br /&gt;im over it, dont care anymore,&lt;br /&gt;people around screwing up again,&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if im just like them,&lt;br /&gt;it breaks my heart to see them cry,&lt;br /&gt;and they do it again, here i wonder why,&lt;br /&gt;you dont stop them, just in time,&lt;br /&gt;keep them from falling out of line,&lt;br /&gt;answer me, when i call,&lt;br /&gt;do you even hear at all?&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could feel you by my side&lt;br /&gt;your presence is where i abide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831772-115994577797438356?l=stooge_3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/feeds/115994577797438356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831772&amp;postID=115994577797438356' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/115994577797438356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/115994577797438356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post.html' title='--'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575669868705050947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831772.post-115761633911831499</id><published>2006-09-07T17:31:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T18:05:39.130+10:00</updated><title type='text'>{to a girl.</title><content type='html'>this is for a girl out there,&lt;br /&gt;who feels like no one cares,&lt;br /&gt;feels alone and empty inside,&lt;br /&gt;has no place to truly confide,&lt;br /&gt;pain, sorrow, and all it brings,&lt;br /&gt;can't sing about favourite things,&lt;br /&gt;sees the birds up in the sky,&lt;br /&gt;envies how they freely fly,&lt;br /&gt;looking through the window pane,&lt;br /&gt;the budding drops of heaven's rain,&lt;br /&gt;down her cheek, crystal clear,&lt;br /&gt;emotion runs, smashing chandelier,&lt;br /&gt;runs to her bed hides her face,&lt;br /&gt;wishing for a warm embrace,&lt;br /&gt;breaking down submerged in tears,&lt;br /&gt;doesnt realise how beautiful she is,&lt;br /&gt;calming down she wipes her eyes,&lt;br /&gt;don't know what it is yet i sympathise,&lt;br /&gt;this is for the girl unknown,&lt;br /&gt;still looking for a place called home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nacky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831772-115761633911831499?l=stooge_3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/feeds/115761633911831499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831772&amp;postID=115761633911831499' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/115761633911831499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/115761633911831499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/2006/09/to-girl.html' title='{to a girl.'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575669868705050947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831772.post-115744558657853402</id><published>2006-09-05T18:33:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T18:39:46.593+10:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;penny locked</title><content type='html'>put my hope in skin and bones,&lt;br /&gt;tried to fix it on my own,&lt;br /&gt;looking back i must ask why,&lt;br /&gt;my dreams were not in line with yours,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chatter box with empty words,&lt;br /&gt;my heart so numb and unalert,&lt;br /&gt;looking back its so absurd,&lt;br /&gt;why can't i just stick to your word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sorry,&lt;br /&gt;for all the wasted time,&lt;br /&gt;for leaving you behind,&lt;br /&gt;i get on my knees and i cry,&lt;br /&gt;my God, im sorry,&lt;br /&gt;for every wasted day,&lt;br /&gt;ill give it all away,&lt;br /&gt;for you to keep me in your will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-SKRATCHLINE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831772-115744558657853402?l=stooge_3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831772.post-115650191721038233</id><published>2006-08-25T20:21:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T20:31:57.223+10:00</updated><title type='text'>lame day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i wake up an' im late again,&lt;br /&gt;my head is spinning round,&lt;br /&gt;look to the sky, no birds fly,&lt;br /&gt;rain is pouring down.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wish, someone'd come,&lt;br /&gt;lift me from the ground.&lt;br /&gt;the sky has wept, the pavements wet,&lt;br /&gt;silence is the sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I think to myself&lt;br /&gt;what a lame day its gonna be.&lt;br /&gt;the sky’s are grey,&lt;br /&gt;the sun hides away,&lt;br /&gt;just loneliness and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-and its wet. And my blazer smells of wet dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831772-115650191721038233?l=stooge_3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/feeds/115650191721038233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831772&amp;postID=115650191721038233' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/115650191721038233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/115650191721038233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/2006/08/lame-day.html' title='lame day.'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575669868705050947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831772.post-115129352135707523</id><published>2006-06-26T13:07:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T13:45:21.426+10:00</updated><title type='text'>-passed</title><content type='html'>on the plane,&lt;br /&gt;staring out the window,&lt;br /&gt;seeing clouds pass by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look around but all i see&lt;br /&gt;are people,&lt;br /&gt;and their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i try to relax,&lt;br /&gt;ease the tension,&lt;br /&gt;shuffle around in my chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its kinda hard,&lt;br /&gt;going through turbulance,&lt;br /&gt;when you're millions of feet up in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look back out the window,&lt;br /&gt;breathe in deep,&lt;br /&gt;then let out a sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i wondered,&lt;br /&gt;what would happen,&lt;br /&gt;if i were to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of people at my funeral?&lt;br /&gt;where two's a company,&lt;br /&gt;and three's a crowd?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or would it be&lt;br /&gt;a massive gathering&lt;br /&gt;where everyones allowed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would i be missed?&lt;br /&gt;badly?&lt;br /&gt;by friends and family?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or would it be,&lt;br /&gt;yet another loss,&lt;br /&gt;and a soon forgotten 'me'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would my sibling&lt;br /&gt;lose a role model&lt;br /&gt;now that i was dead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would my parents&lt;br /&gt;break down because of me&lt;br /&gt;regret certain things they said?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would the band,&lt;br /&gt;find a replacement&lt;br /&gt;just like the one before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would my name be lost,&lt;br /&gt;amongst my peers,&lt;br /&gt;disappearing forevermore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would the girl i love,&lt;br /&gt;remember me&lt;br /&gt;and cry over my passing on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would my death,&lt;br /&gt;bring people closer,&lt;br /&gt;different backgrounds, coming from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would enmity,&lt;br /&gt;between my aquaintances,&lt;br /&gt;be forgotten for a day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of this and more,&lt;br /&gt;i wonder.&lt;br /&gt;if i passed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so shifting in my seat,&lt;br /&gt;i turned towards,&lt;br /&gt;the person right beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking in their eyes,&lt;br /&gt;i cried,&lt;br /&gt;and hugged that person tightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off the plane,&lt;br /&gt;my head full of thought,&lt;br /&gt;as a person i was stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a phrase&lt;br /&gt;deep inside my mind,&lt;br /&gt;said, to live a little longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nacky&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831772-115129352135707523?l=stooge_3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/feeds/115129352135707523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831772&amp;postID=115129352135707523' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/115129352135707523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/115129352135707523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/2006/06/passed.html' title='-passed'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575669868705050947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831772.post-115097307072156929</id><published>2006-06-22T20:42:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T20:44:30.733+10:00</updated><title type='text'>two hermit crabs</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;dedicated to renee. in memory of huff and puff&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;huffy, huffy, you and puffy, sitting in your tank all day.&lt;br /&gt;huffy and puffy, if only you were fluffy i could have let you out to play.&lt;br /&gt;huffy and puffy its so tuffy, in my memory you will not be erased.&lt;br /&gt;huffy, puffy oh so roughy, im glad you've gone to a better place &lt;/p&gt;-nacky&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831772-115097307072156929?l=stooge_3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831772.post-115089017253231887</id><published>2006-06-21T18:36:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T21:42:52.596+10:00</updated><title type='text'>its the bomb.</title><content type='html'>-waking up every morning&lt;br /&gt;-eating&lt;br /&gt;-watching clouds go by&lt;br /&gt;-lying in grass&lt;br /&gt;-hanging out with friends&lt;br /&gt;-massive family pay out sessions 'family fun'&lt;br /&gt;-church&lt;br /&gt;-hanging around church&lt;br /&gt;-jumping across the seats in the aisles at church&lt;br /&gt;-playing drums&lt;br /&gt;-mum's cooking&lt;br /&gt;-other mum's cooking&lt;br /&gt;-daniel's dad's cooking&lt;br /&gt;-thinking about stuff&lt;br /&gt;-getting stuff stuck in your mind&lt;br /&gt;-figuring out complex beats&lt;br /&gt;-hugs from special people&lt;br /&gt;-and hugs from close people&lt;br /&gt;-and hugs in general.&lt;br /&gt;-thinking about someone special&lt;br /&gt;-thinking about someone special and then hanging out with them&lt;br /&gt;-deep conversations with those you trust&lt;br /&gt;-stupid conversations with those you trust&lt;br /&gt;-thinking on the same wavelength as certain people&lt;br /&gt;-having brothers and sisters&lt;br /&gt;-paying out brothers and sisters&lt;br /&gt;-ice cream&lt;br /&gt;-good songs&lt;br /&gt;-jam sessions&lt;br /&gt;-new grooves&lt;br /&gt;-back beat&lt;br /&gt;-cool bands&lt;br /&gt;-gigs&lt;br /&gt;-groupies&lt;br /&gt;-fanclubs&lt;br /&gt;-nice clothes&lt;br /&gt;-juice&lt;br /&gt;-juice boxes&lt;br /&gt;-bball&lt;br /&gt;-running around in PE&lt;br /&gt;-jumping fences&lt;br /&gt;-playing with little cousins&lt;br /&gt;-picking fights with bigger cousins&lt;br /&gt;-winning&lt;br /&gt;-long walks on the beach&lt;br /&gt;-long walks on the beach with a friend&lt;br /&gt;-long walks on the beach with a special friend&lt;br /&gt;-sleeping&lt;br /&gt;-playing games&lt;br /&gt;-brick gameboys&lt;br /&gt;-blowing stuff up&lt;br /&gt;-setting stuff on fire&lt;br /&gt;-burning stuff&lt;br /&gt;-dinner&lt;br /&gt;-golden gaytimes. - the ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;-reading about other peoples lives and thanking God you're not that whack.&lt;br /&gt;-finishing exams&lt;br /&gt;-FREEDOM!&lt;br /&gt;-stick tricks&lt;br /&gt;-stick tricks that impress little kids&lt;br /&gt;-stick tricks that impress little kids who have hot sisters. with great personalities.&lt;br /&gt;-building gundam models&lt;br /&gt;-performing in front of 1000s of people who love the band.&lt;br /&gt;-being a vice captain&lt;br /&gt;-being in banksia.&lt;br /&gt;-beating boronia&lt;br /&gt;-house colours&lt;br /&gt;-badges&lt;br /&gt;-ties that look cool with badges on them.&lt;br /&gt;-slurpee's from hk 7/11's&lt;br /&gt;-feeling good&lt;br /&gt;-loving someone&lt;br /&gt;-someone loving you&lt;br /&gt;-human jousting&lt;br /&gt;-social gatherings with old friends&lt;br /&gt;-growing taller&lt;br /&gt;-laughing at short people&lt;br /&gt;-knowing you're right&lt;br /&gt;-helping others&lt;br /&gt;-fighting the power&lt;br /&gt;-brainwaves&lt;br /&gt;-apples&lt;br /&gt;-bananas&lt;br /&gt;-pears&lt;br /&gt;-sugar&lt;br /&gt;-chocolates&lt;br /&gt;-excursions&lt;br /&gt;-camps&lt;br /&gt;-youth group&lt;br /&gt;-jazz&lt;br /&gt;-life&lt;br /&gt;-band camp :D&lt;br /&gt;-holidays&lt;br /&gt;-fluffy pillows&lt;br /&gt;-sword fights&lt;br /&gt;-procrastination&lt;br /&gt;-being asian&lt;br /&gt;-being christian&lt;br /&gt;-being a radford kid&lt;br /&gt;-being in senior school&lt;br /&gt;-good soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...its all the bomb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831772-115089017253231887?l=stooge_3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831772.post-115071206591141550</id><published>2006-06-19T20:03:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T20:15:06.116+10:00</updated><title type='text'>watching trains go by</title><content type='html'>to nat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;staring into the distance, squinting under the sun,&lt;br /&gt;the grass all around is green, lush and young.&lt;br /&gt;laying down on the depression of the land,&lt;br /&gt;conversing and lauging, too lazy to stand.&lt;br /&gt;slight clouds up above, skies are blue on this day,&lt;br /&gt;up upon the hilltops, younger children play&lt;br /&gt;rocks pave the way for the shoddy track,&lt;br /&gt;up ahead the iron sleepers go clickity-clack,&lt;br /&gt;on our backs together we lie,&lt;br /&gt;doppler effect, watching trains go by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nacky&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831772-115071206591141550?l=stooge_3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/feeds/115071206591141550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831772&amp;postID=115071206591141550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/115071206591141550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/115071206591141550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/2006/06/watching-trains-go-by.html' title='watching trains go by'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575669868705050947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831772.post-115070775524693869</id><published>2006-06-19T17:26:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T19:06:00.320+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Wonderful</title><content type='html'>there i see you, walking by,&lt;br /&gt;freaking out, about life,&lt;br /&gt;i go to tell you that its alright,&lt;br /&gt;but then i'm beaten by some guy.&lt;br /&gt;who goes by the name...&lt;br /&gt;of Mr Wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Wonderful, what a guy,&lt;br /&gt;kissed the girls and made them cry.&lt;br /&gt;in his shadow, i'm kind of shy,&lt;br /&gt;to say i like him, well, thats a lie,&lt;br /&gt;i wish he'd go away...&lt;br /&gt;that Mr Wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see you talking to him, what a shame,&lt;br /&gt;if i talk to you, you'd think i'm lame,&lt;br /&gt;behind the girls around him, i'm feeling sad,&lt;br /&gt;why don't you come talk to me, i ain't half bad,&lt;br /&gt;i try to catch you, after school that day,&lt;br /&gt;but there you go...&lt;br /&gt;with Mr Wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Wonderful, what a guy,&lt;br /&gt;i wish he would get out of my life.&lt;br /&gt;killer smile, riches and fame,&lt;br /&gt;my jealousy is hard to contain,&lt;br /&gt;i wish he'd go away...&lt;br /&gt;that Mr Wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i turn my blind eye, as you two walk by,&lt;br /&gt;you call out to me, but why can't you see?&lt;br /&gt;it won't be a wonderful life??&lt;br /&gt;he's one who would cheat on his wife!!&lt;br /&gt;why can't he get out of my life!?&lt;br /&gt;that Mr Wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes i wish, i could say that you're beautiful&lt;br /&gt;but i just can't compare with Mr Wonderful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831772-115070775524693869?l=stooge_3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/feeds/115070775524693869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831772&amp;postID=115070775524693869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/115070775524693869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/115070775524693869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/2006/06/mr-wonderful.html' title='Mr Wonderful'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575669868705050947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831772.post-114983588258103072</id><published>2006-06-09T16:26:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T16:51:22.630+10:00</updated><title type='text'>burden of the soul.</title><content type='html'>when times get rough, and stuff starts to fall apart,&lt;br /&gt;you try to get close, and they break your heart,&lt;br /&gt;when your world starts falling, out of control,&lt;br /&gt;and you just can't handle the burden on the soul,&lt;br /&gt;take a time out, step away from the crowd,&lt;br /&gt;find a place of solitude and scream real loud,&lt;br /&gt;confide in a friend, one you can trust till you die,&lt;br /&gt;one you love like a brother, with whom you laugh and cry,&lt;br /&gt;one who has a place, against their shoulder to lean,&lt;br /&gt;who knows your secrets, your fears and your dreams,&lt;br /&gt;but if they're not around, to help you pull through,&lt;br /&gt;just shout out my name,  I'll always be there for you.&lt;br /&gt;but every now and then, if the burden is too much for two&lt;br /&gt;then you take it to the heavens, cause' God'll carry you.&lt;br /&gt;-nacky&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831772-114983588258103072?l=stooge_3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/feeds/114983588258103072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831772&amp;postID=114983588258103072' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/114983588258103072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/114983588258103072'/><link rel='alternate' 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/&gt;and on she passed by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking back at the pavement,&lt;br /&gt;deserted and empty in sight,&lt;br /&gt;he looked to the left,&lt;br /&gt;and then to the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he advanced a step,&lt;br /&gt;as the man turned green,&lt;br /&gt;then found himself floating,&lt;br /&gt;like that of a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as the car drove off,&lt;br /&gt;dissapearing from view,&lt;br /&gt;the crowd watched in horror,&lt;br /&gt;suddenly the boy knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two holes in his chest,&lt;br /&gt;as he hit the ground,&lt;br /&gt;pain burning through-&lt;br /&gt;his body, all round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rolling over delirious,&lt;br /&gt;vision impaired,&lt;br /&gt;reached out for help,&lt;br /&gt;but nobody cared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the edge of a pavement,&lt;br /&gt;all on his own,&lt;br /&gt;the boy breathed his last,&lt;br /&gt;and died all alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^nacky&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831772-114967421473499423?l=stooge_3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/feeds/114967421473499423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831772&amp;postID=114967421473499423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/114967421473499423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/114967421473499423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/2006/06/heart-warmer.html' title='*heart warmer'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575669868705050947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831772.post-114890163252589114</id><published>2006-05-29T20:16:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T22:13:18.840+10:00</updated><title type='text'>+Picture</title><content type='html'>sun&lt;br /&gt;sky&lt;br /&gt;face&lt;br /&gt;blue&lt;br /&gt;hue&lt;br /&gt;cow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831772-114890163252589114?l=stooge_3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/feeds/114890163252589114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831772&amp;postID=114890163252589114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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birds, look around and see,&lt;br /&gt;say a prayer thank the Lord for making me, me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;run around through a forest, or go swim in a lake,&lt;br /&gt;all the same he holds me close, and won't let me break,&lt;br /&gt;climb to the peak of a mountain, for whatever its worth,&lt;br /&gt;shout out loud, and enjoy a bit of heaven on Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*nacky&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831772-114847730636530493?l=stooge_3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/feeds/114847730636530493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831772&amp;postID=114847730636530493' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/114847730636530493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/114847730636530493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/2006/05/segment.html' title='~segment'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575669868705050947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831772.post-114768907046719084</id><published>2006-05-15T20:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T20:33:46.640+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Is there more?</title><content type='html'>Blue skies, on a cloudy day,&lt;br /&gt;Getting cooler cause’ it’s nearly may,&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes I don’t know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;So I stare at the sky and go on my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autumn leaves all around,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like breaking down,&lt;br /&gt;On the inside I scream so loud,&lt;br /&gt;And up above me there hangs a cloud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I remember,&lt;br /&gt;That there is so much beauty,&lt;br /&gt;Then I think of her&lt;br /&gt;But it’s slightly unhealthy,&lt;br /&gt;Then I wonder,&lt;br /&gt;What’s in store for me?&lt;br /&gt;Then I hope in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;That there is more for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know how, to express myself - to you,&lt;br /&gt;I feel down and don’t know what to do,&lt;br /&gt;Someone told me to look at the sky so blue.&lt;br /&gt;Cause’ it’ll help me to get over you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pouring rain, dancing through the streets&lt;br /&gt;Days like these the clouds come meet - me,&lt;br /&gt;All I need to do is hang out a while,&lt;br /&gt;Onwards drenched I walk, so infantile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I remember,&lt;br /&gt;That there is so much beauty,&lt;br /&gt;Then I think of her&lt;br /&gt;But it’s slightly unhealthy,&lt;br /&gt;Then I wonder,&lt;br /&gt;What’s in store for me?&lt;br /&gt;Then I hope in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;That there is more for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mist rising, from a quiet stream,&lt;br /&gt;Sunlight on my face, I awake from a dream,&lt;br /&gt;Then I question what did it really mean?&lt;br /&gt;Then I think of her and what could have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try so hard but to no avail,&lt;br /&gt;It’s loud outside cause’ of the hail,&lt;br /&gt;Kinda confusing, it’s the middle of summer,&lt;br /&gt;And hope sometimes is a real bummer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;words and lyrics by nacky&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831772-114768907046719084?l=stooge_3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/feeds/114768907046719084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831772&amp;postID=114768907046719084' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/114768907046719084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/114768907046719084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/2006/05/is-there-more.html' title='Is there more?'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575669868705050947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831772.post-114768709590122398</id><published>2006-05-15T19:57:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T19:58:15.913+10:00</updated><title type='text'>*words</title><content type='html'>I know what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger,&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t think I can take this any longer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831772-114768709590122398?l=stooge_3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/feeds/114768709590122398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831772&amp;postID=114768709590122398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/114768709590122398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/114768709590122398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/2006/05/words.html' title='*words'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575669868705050947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831772.post-114587683676914372</id><published>2006-04-24T21:06:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T10:42:20.323+10:00</updated><title type='text'>lovesick poem</title><content type='html'>i remember when i tried to catch a cloud,&lt;br /&gt;God told me that i was not allowed&lt;br /&gt;i remember trying to catch my shadow,&lt;br /&gt;i ended up falling out the window.&lt;br /&gt;i remember trying to ask someone out&lt;br /&gt;and this is where this poem falls out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831772-114587683676914372?l=stooge_3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/feeds/114587683676914372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831772&amp;postID=114587683676914372' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/114587683676914372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/114587683676914372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/2006/04/lovesick-poem.html' title='lovesick poem'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575669868705050947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831772.post-114587581932603504</id><published>2006-04-24T20:29:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T10:41:49.840+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Whenever</title><content type='html'>I could stare into her eyes,&lt;br /&gt;For forever and a day,&lt;br /&gt;I know I’m secretly wishing,&lt;br /&gt;That it’ll always be this way,&lt;br /&gt;All I think about is her,&lt;br /&gt;When I don’t know what to do,&lt;br /&gt;I’m sure stuff will be better,&lt;br /&gt;I guess I’ll get back to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be the perfect guy,&lt;br /&gt;Whenever she asks me,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be there for her,&lt;br /&gt;Whenever she wants me,&lt;br /&gt;I know I’ll hold her tight,&lt;br /&gt;Whenever she needs me,&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll tell her it’s alright,&lt;br /&gt;Whenever it need be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang out at the beach,&lt;br /&gt;Café, or movie at the mall,&lt;br /&gt;Just as long as she’s with me,&lt;br /&gt;Wherever doesn’t matter at all&lt;br /&gt;I love and I adore her,&lt;br /&gt;Which is why I don’t understand,&lt;br /&gt;Why we can’t be together,&lt;br /&gt;Forever hand in hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be the perfect guy,&lt;br /&gt;Whenever she asks me,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be there for her,&lt;br /&gt;Whenever she wants me,&lt;br /&gt;I know I’ll hold her tight,&lt;br /&gt;Whenever she needs me,&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll tell her it’s alright,&lt;br /&gt;Whenever it need be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be the one for her,&lt;br /&gt;Forever play the part,&lt;br /&gt;I hope she’s got a bit of me,&lt;br /&gt;Deep down inside her heart&lt;br /&gt;I guess I’ll just keep waiting,&lt;br /&gt;Watching life unwind,&lt;br /&gt;And once again hopefully,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll get stuck inside her mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be the perfect guy,&lt;br /&gt;Whenever she asks me,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be there for her,&lt;br /&gt;Whenever she wants me,&lt;br /&gt;I know I’ll hold her tight,&lt;br /&gt;Whenever she needs me,&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll tell her it’s alright,&lt;br /&gt;Whenever it need be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ll catch up later on,&lt;br /&gt;Start seeing each other again,&lt;br /&gt;But I guess I’ll keep on waiting,&lt;br /&gt;Waiting until then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lyrics: nacky&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831772-114587581932603504?l=stooge_3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/feeds/114587581932603504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831772&amp;postID=114587581932603504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/114587581932603504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/114587581932603504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/2006/04/whenever.html' title='Whenever'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575669868705050947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831772.post-114587442297886396</id><published>2006-04-24T20:24:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T10:41:20.650+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The window.</title><content type='html'>Here I am feeling down,&lt;br /&gt;Time is just taking too long,&lt;br /&gt;Turn my smile into a frown,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I’ll go and write a song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottled up on the inside,&lt;br /&gt;I try and let it go,&lt;br /&gt;I got no where to hide,&lt;br /&gt;This just goes to show,&lt;br /&gt;There’s no point getting down&lt;br /&gt;This is the one thing I know,&lt;br /&gt;If you want to feel any better,&lt;br /&gt;Just send it out the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because you like a girl,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t mean she’s interested in you&lt;br /&gt;And if you keep persisting,&lt;br /&gt;She’ll fucking break your heart in two,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottled up on the inside,&lt;br /&gt;I try and let it go,&lt;br /&gt;I got no where to hide,&lt;br /&gt;This just goes to show,&lt;br /&gt;There’s no point getting down&lt;br /&gt;This is the one thing I know,&lt;br /&gt;If you want to feel any better,&lt;br /&gt;Just send it out the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some girls are just too hard to read,&lt;br /&gt;you’re better off not trying at all,&lt;br /&gt;My advice is just watch your step,&lt;br /&gt;The further you go the harder you will fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there it goes out the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottled up on the inside,&lt;br /&gt;I try and let it go,&lt;br /&gt;I got no where to hide,&lt;br /&gt;This just goes to show,&lt;br /&gt;There’s no point getting down&lt;br /&gt;This is the one thing I know,&lt;br /&gt;If you want to feel any better,&lt;br /&gt;Just send it out the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lyrics: nacky&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831772-114587442297886396?l=stooge_3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/feeds/114587442297886396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831772&amp;postID=114587442297886396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/114587442297886396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/114587442297886396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/2006/04/window.html' title='The window.'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575669868705050947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831772.post-114536487421180274</id><published>2006-04-18T22:53:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T22:54:34.223+10:00</updated><title type='text'>heaven sent</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I feel the rain,&lt;br /&gt;Beating down on me,&lt;br /&gt;Feeling cold and alone &lt;br /&gt;I wonder,&lt;br /&gt;Where could you be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I whisper a prayer,&lt;br /&gt;Stare at the sky so blue,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me you love me,&lt;br /&gt;Send me a butterfly or two. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing the daily routine,&lt;br /&gt;Hanging out at school,&lt;br /&gt;You talk in a whisper,&lt;br /&gt;Telling me,&lt;br /&gt;Not to act like the fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look around me,&lt;br /&gt;The people walking by,&lt;br /&gt;I start to ask myself,&lt;br /&gt;Are you really alive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking through the valley,&lt;br /&gt;Hearing children play,&lt;br /&gt;Seeing flowers in the fields,&lt;br /&gt;Douse me,&lt;br /&gt;In your sunshine’s ray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look to the heavens,&lt;br /&gt;When I feel down,&lt;br /&gt;But you lift me up&lt;br /&gt;In your grace I drown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school I sit &lt;br /&gt;Talk and hang around&lt;br /&gt;Here I’m striving to be,&lt;br /&gt;Like you&lt;br /&gt;About me love abounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I get down,&lt;br /&gt;Over friends or a girl,&lt;br /&gt;But you gently remind me,&lt;br /&gt;It’s not the end of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had times of trial,&lt;br /&gt;Where I’ve been led astray,&lt;br /&gt;But you’ve held me close,&lt;br /&gt;Protected me,&lt;br /&gt;So I can see another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this I ask&lt;br /&gt;As I stare at the sky,&lt;br /&gt;Let me know you’re near,&lt;br /&gt;Send me a butterfly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;written by nacky&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831772-114536487421180274?l=stooge_3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/feeds/114536487421180274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831772&amp;postID=114536487421180274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/114536487421180274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/114536487421180274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/2006/04/heaven-sent.html' title='heaven sent'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575669868705050947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831772.post-114535485121504627</id><published>2006-04-18T20:06:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T20:07:31.226+10:00</updated><title type='text'>recipe for love</title><content type='html'>A little bit of me and a whole lot of you&lt;br /&gt;Add a dash of starlight and a dozen roses, too&lt;br /&gt;Then let it rise for a hundred years or two&lt;br /&gt;And that’s the recipe for making love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t need sugar ’cause it’s already sweet&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t need an oven ’cause it’s got a lot of heat&lt;br /&gt;Just add a dash of kisses to make it all complete&lt;br /&gt;And that’s the recipe for making love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you’ve made it right you’ll know it&lt;br /&gt;It’s not like anything you’ve made before&lt;br /&gt;And if you’ve made it wrong you’ll know it&lt;br /&gt;’cause it won’t keep you coming back for more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t get it from my grandma’s book upon the shelf&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t get it from a magical and culinary elf&lt;br /&gt;No, a little birdie told me you can’t make it by yourself&lt;br /&gt;And that’s the recipe for making love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831772-114535485121504627?l=stooge_3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/feeds/114535485121504627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831772&amp;postID=114535485121504627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/114535485121504627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/114535485121504627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/2006/04/recipe-for-love.html' title='recipe for love'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575669868705050947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831772.post-114528172044134194</id><published>2006-04-17T23:48:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T23:48:40.466+10:00</updated><title type='text'>That thing you do</title><content type='html'>You,&lt;br /&gt;Doin' that thing you do, &lt;br /&gt;Breaking my heart into a million pieces,&lt;br /&gt;Like you always do &lt;br /&gt;And you,&lt;br /&gt;Don't mean to be cruel,&lt;br /&gt;You never even knew about the heartache,&lt;br /&gt;I've been going through &lt;br /&gt;Well I try and try to forget you girl,&lt;br /&gt;But it's just so hard to do,&lt;br /&gt;Every time you do that thing you do &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I,&lt;br /&gt;Know all the games you play,&lt;br /&gt;And I'm gonna find a way to let you know that,&lt;br /&gt;You'll be mine someday &lt;br /&gt;'Cause we,&lt;br /&gt;Could be happy can't you see,&lt;br /&gt;If you'd only let me be the one to hold you,&lt;br /&gt;And keep you here with me &lt;br /&gt;'Cause I try and try to forget you girl,&lt;br /&gt;But it's just so hard to do,&lt;br /&gt;Every time you do that thing you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't ask a lot girl,&lt;br /&gt;But I know one thing's for sure, &lt;br /&gt;It's the love I haven't got girl,&lt;br /&gt;And I just can't take it anymore &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we,&lt;br /&gt;Could be happy can't you see,&lt;br /&gt;If you'd only let me be the one to hold you,&lt;br /&gt;And keep you here with me &lt;br /&gt;Cause it hurts me so just to see you go,&lt;br /&gt;Around with someone new,&lt;br /&gt;And if I know you you're doin' that thing,&lt;br /&gt;Every day just doin' that thing,&lt;br /&gt;I can't take you doing that thing you do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831772-114528172044134194?l=stooge_3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/feeds/114528172044134194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831772&amp;postID=114528172044134194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/114528172044134194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/114528172044134194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/2006/04/that-thing-you-do.html' title='That thing you do'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575669868705050947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831772.post-114484238817285462</id><published>2006-04-12T21:45:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T21:46:28.183+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Overbored</title><content type='html'>Whenever I see you&lt;br /&gt;I feel a thing inside,&lt;br /&gt;But when I walk on by,&lt;br /&gt;I keep my calm and hold it in,&lt;br /&gt;Will she notice me?&lt;br /&gt;Is what I’m wondering,&lt;br /&gt;Out of the corner of my eye&lt;br /&gt;You’re the only one I see,&lt;br /&gt;But to no avail cause’ &lt;br /&gt;You’re looking away from me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do is to be close to you,&lt;br /&gt;And I try so hard to be all you want me to &lt;br /&gt;I don’t understand is there something wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;I am losing faith in my own ability,&lt;br /&gt;Deluded I really don’t know what to do,&lt;br /&gt;I guess I’ll try harder to get over you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I try to hold or console,&lt;br /&gt;You move away&lt;br /&gt;Warm you from the cold&lt;br /&gt;Have to wait for another day,&lt;br /&gt;Tell you what I feel,&lt;br /&gt;From very deep inside,&lt;br /&gt;Yet you shut me down,&lt;br /&gt;With what I feel you can’t abide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do is to be close to you,&lt;br /&gt;And I try so hard to be all you want me to &lt;br /&gt;I don’t understand is there something wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;I am losing all my faith in my own ability,&lt;br /&gt;Deluded I really don’t know what to do,&lt;br /&gt;I guess I’ll try harder to get over you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831772-114484238817285462?l=stooge_3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/feeds/114484238817285462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831772&amp;postID=114484238817285462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/114484238817285462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/114484238817285462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/2006/04/overbored.html' title='Overbored'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575669868705050947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831772.post-114380443352904673</id><published>2006-03-31T22:26:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T22:27:13.543+11:00</updated><title type='text'>second chance</title><content type='html'>The very first time I saw you,&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to meet you, &lt;br /&gt;I asked your name and you told me,&lt;br /&gt;And you had your hold on me,&lt;br /&gt;I had you to myself for a weekend,&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t want that time to end,&lt;br /&gt;Under the stars, just me and you,&lt;br /&gt;I lacked the courage to do what I wanted to,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this feeling?&lt;br /&gt;I need some spiritual healing,&lt;br /&gt;Oh God above me,&lt;br /&gt;Please say that you love me.&lt;br /&gt;Cause’ I got down hearted,&lt;br /&gt;Couldn’t get what I wanted,&lt;br /&gt;I held it and fought it,&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry, I lost it, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked for a second chance,&lt;br /&gt;But like that time I asked you to dance,&lt;br /&gt;You declined, and walked away,&lt;br /&gt;Thought to myself, another day&lt;br /&gt;Then I only had myself to blame,&lt;br /&gt;Tried to rid my feelings with the rain,&lt;br /&gt;Kicked a can across the street,&lt;br /&gt;Sat on the curb, got lost in the heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is this feeling?&lt;br /&gt;I need some spiritual healing,&lt;br /&gt;Oh God above me,&lt;br /&gt;Please say that you love me.&lt;br /&gt;Cause’ I got down hearted,&lt;br /&gt;Couldn’t get what I wanted,&lt;br /&gt;I held it and fought it,&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry, I lost it, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I see you with another guy,&lt;br /&gt;I feel all peculiar on the inside,&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna hold and never let go,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna break free but I can’t…so…&lt;br /&gt;I guess I’ll sit here all alone,&lt;br /&gt;And write a song up on my own,&lt;br /&gt;Think about you every night,&lt;br /&gt;Remembering, holding you tight,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is this feeling?&lt;br /&gt;I need some spiritual healing,&lt;br /&gt;Oh God above me,&lt;br /&gt;Please say that you love me.&lt;br /&gt;Cause’ I got down hearted,&lt;br /&gt;Couldn’t get what I wanted,&lt;br /&gt;I held it and fought it,&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry, I lost it, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c) curfew @ 8&lt;br /&gt;lyrics: nacky&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831772-114380443352904673?l=stooge_3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/feeds/114380443352904673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831772&amp;postID=114380443352904673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/114380443352904673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/114380443352904673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/2006/03/second-chance.html' title='second chance'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575669868705050947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831772.post-114345730110927514</id><published>2006-03-27T21:59:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T19:35:10.266+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Painfully Invisible</title><content type='html'>Over the horizon,&lt;br /&gt;There I thought of you,&lt;br /&gt;The sun slowly risin’,&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Staring out the window,&lt;br /&gt;Rain falling down,&lt;br /&gt;Reflection in the mirror,&lt;br /&gt;Pain all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t know how&lt;br /&gt;I can get through to you,&lt;br /&gt;You cut me down,&lt;br /&gt;Whatever I do for you,&lt;br /&gt;Please just stay,&lt;br /&gt;And we’ll speak through and through…&lt;br /&gt;So let me ask you this&lt;br /&gt;Am I invisible to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking down the roadside,&lt;br /&gt;Rain across my face,&lt;br /&gt;Looking all around me, &lt;br /&gt;There’s no better place.&lt;br /&gt;I see you at the café, &lt;br /&gt;You wave and I look around,&lt;br /&gt;But you’re not waving to me,&lt;br /&gt;So I look back at the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t know how&lt;br /&gt;I can get through to you,&lt;br /&gt;You cut me down,&lt;br /&gt;Whatever I do for you,&lt;br /&gt;Please just stay,&lt;br /&gt;And we’ll speak through and through…&lt;br /&gt;So let me ask you this&lt;br /&gt;Am I invisible to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking down the hallway,&lt;br /&gt;You don’t notice me at all,&lt;br /&gt;There I see you tripping,&lt;br /&gt;On me you break your fall.&lt;br /&gt;Staring at the ceiling,&lt;br /&gt;I wake up in a ward,&lt;br /&gt;I see you rushing to me,&lt;br /&gt;Screaming ‘thank the Lord’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t know how&lt;br /&gt;I can get through to you,&lt;br /&gt;You cut me down,&lt;br /&gt;Whatever I do for you,&lt;br /&gt;Please just stay,&lt;br /&gt;And we’ll speak through and through…&lt;br /&gt;So let me ask you this&lt;br /&gt;Am I invisible to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then the Docter tells me,&lt;br /&gt;That when I broke your fall,&lt;br /&gt;He says I’m quadriplegic,&lt;br /&gt;Can’t move my limbs at all,&lt;br /&gt;You come up to me crying,&lt;br /&gt;Sobbing in a fit,&lt;br /&gt;You tell me you’re sorry,&lt;br /&gt;I say don’t worry about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you jump up beaming,&lt;br /&gt;Leave me in the hall,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I really wonder,&lt;br /&gt;If you even see me at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c) Curfew @ 8&lt;br /&gt;lyrics: Nacky&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831772-114345730110927514?l=stooge_3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/feeds/114345730110927514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831772&amp;postID=114345730110927514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/114345730110927514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/114345730110927514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/2006/03/painfully-invisible_27.html' title='Painfully Invisible'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575669868705050947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831772.post-114336254578973680</id><published>2006-03-26T19:41:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T19:42:25.800+11:00</updated><title type='text'>prayer</title><content type='html'>buggered my arm in bball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pray for the healing&lt;br /&gt;nate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831772-114336254578973680?l=stooge_3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/feeds/114336254578973680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831772&amp;postID=114336254578973680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/114336254578973680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/114336254578973680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/2006/03/prayer.html' title='prayer'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575669868705050947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831772.post-114310021985975759</id><published>2006-03-23T18:46:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T18:52:43.960+11:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling</title><content type='html'>invisible&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831772-114310021985975759?l=stooge_3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/feeds/114310021985975759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831772&amp;postID=114310021985975759' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/114310021985975759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/114310021985975759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/2006/03/feeling.html' title='feeling'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575669868705050947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831772.post-114284956323584968</id><published>2006-03-20T21:10:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T22:25:53.706+11:00</updated><title type='text'>How cliché</title><content type='html'>A Guy sitting on the side of the street,&lt;br /&gt;Looking above wishing for a girl he could meet,&lt;br /&gt;Next day, ready for all, life brings,&lt;br /&gt;She’d bump into him and drop all her things,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh…how cliché &lt;br /&gt;I guess it would be better that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They would briefly touch, and she’d move away,&lt;br /&gt;He’d say ‘sorry’ and would start on his way.&lt;br /&gt;She’d then call out and tell him, her name,&lt;br /&gt;He’d ask her to a coffee and try not act lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh…how cliché &lt;br /&gt;I guess it would be better that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks later, they watch the sunrise,&lt;br /&gt;He turns to her and looks in her eyes,&lt;br /&gt;They join their hands and slowly embrace&lt;br /&gt;Trying not to leave their moment to waste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh…how cliché &lt;br /&gt;I guess it would be better that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time goes by they’d stay together,&lt;br /&gt;Through thick and thin,&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the weather,&lt;br /&gt;He’d say he loves her&lt;br /&gt;Now and forever.&lt;br /&gt;Oh…how cliché &lt;br /&gt;it would be so much better that way.&lt;br /&gt;Oh…how cliché &lt;br /&gt;If only it worked that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guy sitting on the side of the street,&lt;br /&gt;Hands on the curb, staring at his feet,&lt;br /&gt;wishing he could fix that day...&lt;br /&gt;if only it were cliché...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© curfew @8&lt;br /&gt;lyrics: nacky&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831772-114284956323584968?l=stooge_3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/feeds/114284956323584968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831772&amp;postID=114284956323584968' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/114284956323584968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/114284956323584968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/2006/03/how-clich.html' title='How cliché'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575669868705050947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831772.post-114232944400822014</id><published>2006-03-14T20:32:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T20:44:04.020+11:00</updated><title type='text'>when i drum</title><content type='html'>when i drum&lt;br /&gt;its just me. the kit&lt;br /&gt;and you listening&lt;br /&gt;when im up in heaven&lt;br /&gt;i want to drum for you.&lt;br /&gt;itd be the shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831772-114232944400822014?l=stooge_3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/feeds/114232944400822014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831772&amp;postID=114232944400822014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/114232944400822014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/114232944400822014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/2006/03/when-i-drum.html' title='when i drum'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575669868705050947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831772.post-114197653138331645</id><published>2006-03-10T18:24:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T18:42:11.393+11:00</updated><title type='text'>i reckon...</title><content type='html'>-we should have a captains room, with a jacuzzi and our own special furniture, fancy kitchen/bar area and vending machines.&lt;br /&gt;-we should have a bigger senior school area&lt;br /&gt;-days should be longer&lt;br /&gt;-school should be made fun&lt;br /&gt;-toasted ham and cheese sandwiches are nice&lt;br /&gt;-being in year 11 means we're rookies&lt;br /&gt;-drummers and percussionists should be held in higher esteem than other instrument players, because we need to know a hell of a lot more stuff than they do.&lt;br /&gt;-my band will become famous&lt;br /&gt;-lead singers always get the hot chicks and groupies, the drummers and bassists have the occasional hot girl.&lt;br /&gt;-hainan chicken rice is yum&lt;br /&gt;-so is santung chicken.&lt;br /&gt;-basketball is fun&lt;br /&gt;-life is like a boat.&lt;br /&gt;-poverty is lame.&lt;br /&gt;-david boston is lame sometimes yet is totally awesome&lt;br /&gt;-teenage relationships suck balls when they dont go according to plan&lt;br /&gt;-people who grasscut on their mates are really low.&lt;br /&gt;-Jesus kicks ass.&lt;br /&gt;-youth worship should be loud with love&lt;br /&gt;-the new head of music is gay&lt;br /&gt;-big band sucks now.&lt;br /&gt;-senior concert band should go to canada&lt;br /&gt;-im going okay at school&lt;br /&gt;-boring frees are boring&lt;br /&gt;-fun frees are fun&lt;br /&gt;-anime is great to watch&lt;br /&gt;-some people dont know when to shut up&lt;br /&gt;-little annoying kids piss people off&lt;br /&gt;-racing trolleys down giant shelves of books is sooo much fun&lt;br /&gt;-if your supervisor is a geek then its cool to be geeky&lt;br /&gt;-basketball training is lame when you're not doing much&lt;br /&gt;-people feel loved when friends remember things&lt;br /&gt;-its great to have friends you can rely on.&lt;br /&gt;-its not so great when you dont have friends&lt;br /&gt;-recognition, respect and acceptance is what people really want&lt;br /&gt;-if you try hard enough you can beat the nerdy people in tests and stuff&lt;br /&gt;-i'll write more when i think of some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel free to add some 'i reckon...' comments&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831772-114197653138331645?l=stooge_3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/feeds/114197653138331645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831772&amp;postID=114197653138331645' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/114197653138331645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/114197653138331645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-reckon.html' title='i reckon...'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575669868705050947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831772.post-114138009772780054</id><published>2006-03-03T20:48:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T21:01:37.740+11:00</updated><title type='text'>today in about 15 seconds.</title><content type='html'>school, my day in about 15 seconds. nothing new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to school really early, all alone, then alice came and then people flocked in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english, sat around doing nothing&lt;br /&gt;then we had tim tams in tutor&lt;br /&gt;chemistry was intense&lt;br /&gt;recess was nothing special.&lt;br /&gt;double math was alright, me and damo finished about half of the homework in 10 minutes&lt;br /&gt;lunch: went to play bball, after seeing the speaker dude in ICF and deciding i wouldnt go in even with nicolai saying "come in nathan come in."&lt;br /&gt;free: tried to get away from renee's constant non-stop chatting its really giving me the shits. sorry nay. everyday of the week within the school term is way too much for me. did weights with jay and nat.&lt;br /&gt;bio: had heaps of fun with glenn and jay. chuck  was late and had to stay outside for like the first 5 minutes. it was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bball training. like usual. but got hit in the face and glasses scratched my cheek causing bleeding, again! cause mum wont let me buy contacts cause it screws your eyes when you get older. and some little brat caused me to jar my finger, which now has a huge bruise on the knuckle and i cant practice piano or drums without pain in my left hand. little fucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did not see jacinta at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831772-114138009772780054?l=stooge_3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/feeds/114138009772780054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831772&amp;postID=114138009772780054' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/114138009772780054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/114138009772780054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/2006/03/today-in-about-15-seconds.html' title='today in about 15 seconds.'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575669868705050947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831772.post-114120707907889378</id><published>2006-03-01T20:55:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T20:58:34.330+11:00</updated><title type='text'>transparent</title><content type='html'>do you see through me?&lt;br /&gt;can you even see me?&lt;br /&gt;can you hear me?&lt;br /&gt;can you feel me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess not.&lt;br /&gt;im not anything.&lt;br /&gt;just transparent.&lt;br /&gt;totally see-through&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831772-114120707907889378?l=stooge_3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/feeds/114120707907889378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831772&amp;postID=114120707907889378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/114120707907889378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/114120707907889378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/2006/03/transparent.html' title='transparent'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575669868705050947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831772.post-114043113191871029</id><published>2006-02-20T21:13:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T21:25:32.123+11:00</updated><title type='text'>stuck in a moment</title><content type='html'>flicker of curiousity,&lt;br /&gt;side step,&lt;br /&gt;turn and walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see your face,&lt;br /&gt;look away,&lt;br /&gt;embarrassed, confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walk up to you,&lt;br /&gt;talk in a whisper,&lt;br /&gt;don't have time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stare, adore,&lt;br /&gt;ogle&lt;br /&gt;i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think.&lt;br /&gt;maybe.&lt;br /&gt;maybe not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831772-114043113191871029?l=stooge_3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/feeds/114043113191871029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831772&amp;postID=114043113191871029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/114043113191871029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/114043113191871029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/2006/02/stuck-in-moment.html' title='stuck in a moment'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575669868705050947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831772.post-114043043181811264</id><published>2006-02-20T21:11:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T21:13:51.833+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to tara</title><content type='html'>hey tara, since you asked me to post something heres a little something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tara 'O' tara, raa, raa, raa&lt;br /&gt;you make me laugh, ba-ha-ha-ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831772-114043043181811264?l=stooge_3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/feeds/114043043181811264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831772&amp;postID=114043043181811264' 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hand and jumping around&lt;br /&gt;in their world of make-believe&lt;br /&gt;you're the person who knows everything,&lt;br /&gt;whats cool, whats hot, whats wrong,&lt;br /&gt;you're a mobile plaything,&lt;br /&gt;of which they cling and swing on&lt;br /&gt;set a good example teach them what you know&lt;br /&gt;look after and care for them as you see them grow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831772-113834155177654094?l=stooge_3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/feeds/113834155177654094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831772&amp;postID=113834155177654094' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831772/posts/default/113834155177654094'/><link rel='self' 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presence linger,&lt;br /&gt;keep me close by&lt;br /&gt;never let me stray,&lt;br /&gt;be with me forever&lt;br /&gt;both night and the day,&lt;br /&gt;from the sins of the flesh&lt;br /&gt;will you help me fend,&lt;br /&gt;all this i pray&lt;br /&gt;to God Amen.'&lt;br /&gt;not on myself&lt;br /&gt;but on God i depend&lt;br /&gt;please carry me&lt;br /&gt;from end to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nacky&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831772-113801625614127205?l=stooge_3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_3.blogspot.com/feeds/113801625614127205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831772&amp;postID=113801625614127205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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defend-&lt;br /&gt;-myself i need to get out.&lt;br /&gt;always in my face&lt;br /&gt;i want to reach out&lt;br /&gt;retaliate, break, maul.&lt;br /&gt;i want to smash them with my fists&lt;br /&gt;till my knuckles are bloody and raw.&lt;br /&gt;but i can't its a sin&lt;br /&gt;you can't fucking do people in&lt;br /&gt;so i can't release&lt;br /&gt;i have to store it up&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, most times,&lt;br /&gt;it just gets too much&lt;br /&gt;friends all around me&lt;br /&gt;no brothers or sisters&lt;br /&gt;else all strangers&lt;br /&gt;anonymous 'Mrs' and 'Misters'&lt;br /&gt;they don't know me&lt;br /&gt;i don't know me&lt;br /&gt;i need a place to get free,&lt;br /&gt;my own little sanctuary&lt;br /&gt;a place to hide,&lt;br /&gt;run wild, abide.&lt;br /&gt;a place i can release&lt;br /&gt;i can pour out the hatred&lt;br /&gt;and thus be at ease&lt;br /&gt;where citizens love me,&lt;br /&gt;care for and hug me&lt;br /&gt;a place i can trust,&lt;br /&gt;escape to anytime and anywhere,&lt;br /&gt;it knows my secrets,&lt;br /&gt;my joys and my fears&lt;br /&gt;maybe to heaven,&lt;br /&gt;hang out with JC&lt;br /&gt;he could straighten me out&lt;br /&gt;with his love and purity&lt;br /&gt;i would'nt ask for sympathy&lt;br /&gt;just a place to release my hate&lt;br /&gt;he would tell me whats going on,&lt;br /&gt;and why i wouldn't need to be irate&lt;br /&gt;he would tell me all about life,&lt;br /&gt;just that minor strife.&lt;br /&gt;before i left i would tell him&lt;br /&gt;what my greatest fear would be,&lt;br /&gt;i would then ask him with the sincerest of souls&lt;br /&gt;to fuel me,&lt;br /&gt;consume me,&lt;br /&gt;to burn me,&lt;br /&gt;and kill me.&lt;br /&gt;he'd do just that,&lt;br /&gt;his will considering&lt;br /&gt;he'd make me new&lt;br /&gt;i'd do whatever his bidding&lt;br /&gt;he took me away&lt;br /&gt;and called me his own&lt;br /&gt;when i wanted to die&lt;br /&gt;to kill,&lt;br /&gt;when i was alone.&lt;br /&gt;nacka.&lt;div 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