<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30711254</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:12:41.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lite a match!!</title><subtitle type='html'>it's soo good to be alive!! i became a poet today!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liteamatch.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30711254/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteamatch.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Natasha Bakula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897682175220612575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/55/85/7635855/3075119342895l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30711254.post-115377335719243270</id><published>2006-07-24T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T13:35:57.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCK YOUR BIRTHDAY</title><content type='html'>FUCK YOUR BIRTHDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't my job to fuck your birthday, &lt;br /&gt;23 years old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have seen you 10 times&lt;br /&gt;i want a present. love, germany. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck your birthday sucker. &lt;br /&gt;My birthday is on June 23! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA YOU'LL NEVER CATCH ME! &lt;br /&gt;They'd all have this picture on the cover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you and fuck your birthday, Dumbshit! ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck your birthday party bitch! &lt;br /&gt;I support this petition because my &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;littel sister loves this band so much &lt;br /&gt;get out of my house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you call me later. &lt;br /&gt;So fuck your birthday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to piss up your ass tommorow. &lt;br /&gt;How do like that???? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, squirt! &lt;br /&gt;I will be attending with 2 guest(s) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck your birthday.&lt;br /&gt;I hope your birthday present &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is an incentive to hurry us into the next cycle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/55/85/7635855/3075119342895l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30711254.post-115348861142575341</id><published>2006-07-21T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T06:30:11.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I HOPE YOU GET AIDS</title><content type='html'>I HOPE YOU GET AIDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are a horrible person. &lt;br /&gt;i hope you get aids for saying that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had just one wish this holiday season, &lt;br /&gt;it would be that your skin would turn into bees. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa Clause hates you. &lt;br /&gt;I hope you get AIDS, Mr. Feeler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's really good to hear your voice saying my name, &lt;br /&gt;I hope you get AIDS and die. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or if you already have AIDS, &lt;br /&gt;I hope you die soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a cold, heartless son of a bitch &lt;br /&gt;who enjoys the misery of others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go choke on a sausage. &lt;br /&gt;I hope you get AIDS from some camel fucking arab asshole. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may not have a twisted mind, &lt;br /&gt;but I see you enjoy toying with people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His terrible voice clung to me as I turned &lt;br /&gt;a quick corner, his words echoing off the buildings on Fifth Street. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY DON'T YOU TRY A LITTLE HONESTY &lt;br /&gt;AND LABEL YOUR SITE "PERVERTS TAKE VERMONT" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH IS WHAT IT OUGHT TO BE CALLED. &lt;br /&gt;I HOPE YOU GET AIDS AND DIE SLOWLY &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worthless fuck!&lt;br /&gt;You with the rape comments, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope you get AIDS, but first after your penis &lt;br /&gt;foreskin is bitten off by dirty rats. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the downright protesting-a-little-bit-too-much-if-you-know-what-I-mean homophobic "well I hope you get AIDS from your boyfriend and die" type of hate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for commenting on me fuck face. &lt;br /&gt;Hey Penny you are so hot talk to you soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30711254-115348861142575341?l=liteamatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liteamatch.blogspot.com/feeds/115348861142575341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30711254&amp;postID=115348861142575341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30711254/posts/default/115348861142575341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30711254/posts/default/115348861142575341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteamatch.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-hope-you-get-aids.html' title='I HOPE YOU GET AIDS'/><author><name>Natasha Bakula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897682175220612575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/55/85/7635855/3075119342895l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30711254.post-115340295571023014</id><published>2006-07-20T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T06:42:35.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I WANT HOTTIES</title><content type='html'>I want hotties!!! &lt;br /&gt;Plus, they allow annoying women there, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XL doesn't except on ladies night. &lt;br /&gt;And finally, ever try to take a piss at Trixx? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want hotties on my desktop. &lt;br /&gt;candy for bad children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want hotties dancing around to &lt;br /&gt;their favorite punk rock songs! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want pierced up, tattooed rock boys, &lt;br /&gt;geeky computer nerds, sexy brainiacs, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT HOTTIES WITH BODIES AND CUTIES WITH BOTIES. &lt;br /&gt;yourm sooo hottttttttttttttttttttttttt &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to squeeze yr ass badd &lt;br /&gt;Let's Masturbate!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEZ ok I guess. &lt;br /&gt;But where's the poo poo? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want HOTTIES to donate their bodies &lt;br /&gt;to my cause! AGE: 42 POSITION: No Preference &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I want hotties I go to France&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember how clumsy you are while &lt;br /&gt;you're being punished. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'i want hotties goen bad inside me. &lt;br /&gt;' with that hotties goen bad got up &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and pulled kelley from the booth. &lt;br /&gt;I blushed and tried to shield myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30711254-115340295571023014?l=liteamatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liteamatch.blogspot.com/feeds/115340295571023014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30711254&amp;postID=115340295571023014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30711254/posts/default/115340295571023014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30711254/posts/default/115340295571023014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteamatch.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-want-hotties.html' title='I WANT HOTTIES'/><author><name>Natasha Bakula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897682175220612575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/55/85/7635855/3075119342895l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30711254.post-115331168101625259</id><published>2006-07-19T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T05:21:21.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BRITNEY GOT FAT</title><content type='html'>BRITNEY GOT FAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me too!! Thanks alot! &lt;br /&gt;LMAO thats so funny MAN &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRITNEY GOT FAT lol. &lt;br /&gt;Hell, it made me shelve my next &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Britney Got Fat" thread (that's real ultimate power!) &lt;br /&gt;I mean, Britney got fat, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then it turns out not only was she FAT, &lt;br /&gt;she was PREGNANT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, geez, how bad can it get for the guy?&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to say, i can see why people once thought &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you looked like britney. i think the reason no one &lt;br /&gt;does anymore is because britney got fat and trashy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked them they way they were before she had the baby, &lt;br /&gt;they're pretty big. all i can say is HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRITNEY GOT FAT HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH. &lt;br /&gt;okay. i feel better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Britney Spears having hard time with carbs&lt;br /&gt;its fine that britney got fat, but she really shouldn't be &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wearing all her old, tight clothes. &lt;br /&gt;Shes literally popping out of them and its pretty sick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K-fed tripped up on his cock Then Britney got fat.&lt;br /&gt;Call it school yard envy, but more often than not, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we love to hear how Britney got fat, &lt;br /&gt;or how Lindsay Lohan’s father wants her dead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along the line, Britney got fat and ugly.&lt;br /&gt;Come on, people. Put on some clothes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. the reason Britney got fat. &lt;br /&gt;2. the embryo that will eventually grow &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;into the stupidest yet most oddly attractive &lt;br /&gt;(in a rodent-skank kind of way)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30711254-115331168101625259?l=liteamatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liteamatch.blogspot.com/feeds/115331168101625259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30711254&amp;postID=115331168101625259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30711254/posts/default/115331168101625259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30711254/posts/default/115331168101625259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteamatch.blogspot.com/2006/07/britney-got-fat.html' title='BRITNEY GOT FAT'/><author><name>Natasha Bakula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897682175220612575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/55/85/7635855/3075119342895l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30711254.post-115331118858855151</id><published>2006-07-19T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T05:13:08.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SO SICK OF YOUR SHIT</title><content type='html'>SO SICK OF YOUR SHIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sick of your shit. &lt;br /&gt;You think you are so cool, don't you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking you can join that group of the &lt;br /&gt;really tough kids if you can prove yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that everytime I call, &lt;br /&gt;I get transferred to your voice mail system? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh dont start this bullshit with me again, &lt;br /&gt;im so sick of your shit, just fuck off and &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leave it alone, nobody cares but you. &lt;br /&gt;Nothing's ever yours to keep, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chad i am so sick of your shit. Big Al. &lt;br /&gt;Well, If i wasn't snooping through your comments i'd be lying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll provide the fuel if you provide the sweethearts. &lt;br /&gt;Hey um Fuck you buddy. yeah thats right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you've got everything, but all you're &lt;br /&gt;lacking is substance. i'm so sick of this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you had to repeat the worst thing you have ever said to your mom&lt;br /&gt;Comment: "I am so sick of your shit. Is it that impossible for you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to act like the rest of the human race or do &lt;br /&gt;you just get off on being a nasty bitch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you're a wife, What an idiot. &lt;br /&gt;He's dragging this out and he's hurting himself. Wicked smart! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sick of your shit Stephan. &lt;br /&gt;Play with fire and you get burned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO sick of your shit, chris! not sick enough &lt;br /&gt;not to visit you at hamp-crack-shire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH FIONA APPLE. HOWIE DAY?!?!? &lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter to Lord Voldemort (a voice in his head) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was the feeling of a cool liquid spreading throughout &lt;br /&gt;her entire body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope all the whining cry babies out there, &lt;br /&gt;and the pseudo depressed pop ass holes go choke somewhere &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because I’m so sick of your shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30711254-115331118858855151?l=liteamatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liteamatch.blogspot.com/feeds/115331118858855151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30711254&amp;postID=115331118858855151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30711254/posts/default/115331118858855151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30711254/posts/default/115331118858855151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteamatch.blogspot.com/2006/07/so-sick-of-your-shit.html' title='SO SICK OF YOUR SHIT'/><author><name>Natasha Bakula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897682175220612575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/55/85/7635855/3075119342895l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30711254.post-115322583503925019</id><published>2006-07-18T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T05:30:35.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU'RE NOT FUCKING FUNNY</title><content type='html'>YOU'RE NOT FUCKING FUNNY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU'RE NOT FUCKING FUNNY! &lt;br /&gt;ARRRRRRRRGHH! PLEASE SAVE YOUR &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEEFHART IMPRESSIONS FOR YOUR LITTLE BROTHER. &lt;br /&gt;YOU MIGHT FEEL IMPERIOUS THEN BUT EVERYONE ELSE &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think disrespecting my wife is funny, &lt;br /&gt;you pile of fucking shit? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not. So knock it the fuck off, asshole.&lt;br /&gt;It would be called, "You're Not Fucking Funny." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I think it's "You're Not Funny," &lt;br /&gt;but I believe it needed more emphasis on how non-funny most guys are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I can say to that 8 year old black comedienne, &lt;br /&gt;"YOU'RE NOT FUCKING FUNNY!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not fucking funny or original, &lt;br /&gt;you're another asshole elitist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, Son of Ironchief, you only got two strikes &lt;br /&gt;because you're not fucking funny. my grass is blue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEHEHEHEHEHE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA you're not fucking funny &lt;br /&gt;and your writing is pathetically horrible pick a different hobby, please &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I just opened CNN.com hoping to find out &lt;br /&gt;more info on the Missing Whippet &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not fucking funny anymore, we all know it, &lt;br /&gt;I think you're smart enough to know that YOU know it, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not fucking funny. I'ma tough bitch and a Zippo &lt;br /&gt;could leave a nasty mark on your perfect yuppy fucking face, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so watch yourself. &lt;br /&gt;you're not eccentric, you're not fucking funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your clothes look like you got dressed in the &lt;br /&gt;fucking dark and you are a fucking PONCE TWAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess Ross is the coolest and Chandler &lt;br /&gt;is the suckiest...guess what...you're not fucking funny at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ross is cool because he's an anthropologist, &lt;br /&gt;I wish you were funnier too. Welcome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This place is like crack cocaine so be careful. &lt;br /&gt;Some of the older members are a bit like rabid dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i wish you were funnier. And pope idol is possibly &lt;br /&gt;the best-taste joke i've ever seen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this must be really hurting you, as a grammar nazi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, nice reading you, although I wish you were funnier, &lt;br /&gt;you know? More cryptic! But you got ANSWERS, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great Film, though I wish you were funnier. &lt;br /&gt;Also, the Shins scene with Natalie is one of the top &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 movie scenes ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30711254-115322583503925019?l=liteamatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liteamatch.blogspot.com/feeds/115322583503925019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30711254&amp;postID=115322583503925019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30711254/posts/default/115322583503925019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30711254/posts/default/115322583503925019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteamatch.blogspot.com/2006/07/youre-not-fucking-funny.html' title='YOU&apos;RE NOT FUCKING FUNNY'/><author><name>Natasha Bakula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897682175220612575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/55/85/7635855/3075119342895l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30711254.post-115310798488793712</id><published>2006-07-16T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T20:46:24.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SUCH A FUCKING SELLOUT</title><content type='html'>SUCH A FUCKING SELLOUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God you are such a fucking sellout!!! &lt;br /&gt;Within the next year when blogs are out of style &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these celebritY "FRIENDS" won't have anything &lt;br /&gt;to do with your fat fucking botoxed ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matt you're such a fucking sellout Where did &lt;br /&gt;the love go? 4 ELEMENTS, Peace and UNITY, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where is your hiphopheart? &lt;br /&gt;for real though man, that shit is weak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you for being such a fucking sellout, you sellout asshole. &lt;br /&gt;Even though I cannot bear to part with you, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the simple concept is fucking sickening.&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a fucking sellout. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, it is summer and nothing's coming &lt;br /&gt;out right now. Shit, I still need to finish Quake 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About me: Yes, I'm on MySpace now. &lt;br /&gt;I'm such a fucking sellout. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You fucking sellout coward, did you ever think &lt;br /&gt;you'd be taking roles that were too white for LL Cool J? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He that poses as a metalhead on one show, &lt;br /&gt;a retarded dominatrix counselor on another, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Carson Daly's protege on another. &lt;br /&gt;What a fucking sellout bitch! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why are you such a fucking sellout all of a sudden? &lt;br /&gt;when will you just die already and get it over with? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but here is another paypal link just in case you are &lt;br /&gt;having problems finding it. i am such a fucking sellout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of you though may be saying though &lt;br /&gt;“John your such a fucking sellout!” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen man, my whole idea was to sellout from day one. &lt;br /&gt;Mozart is such a fucking sellout. Media whore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except it’s not the best, you fucking sellout! &lt;br /&gt;You majored in humanities because you wanted to &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;change the world, not be stuck behind a desk! &lt;br /&gt;I’m finally able to scream ‘You fucking Sellout, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m gonna put you away’ with my favourite band. &lt;br /&gt;You fucking sellout " " Glad you liked it as much as me " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How much did Bruce Willis pay you at Planet Hollywood ! &lt;br /&gt;Can you say pussy whipped? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does Judy have on the leaders at the NY Times? &lt;br /&gt;Fucking sellout bitch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck Jackie Chan for being such a fucking sellout. &lt;br /&gt;Fuck Michelle Kwan for being our All-American Girl, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with her big-ass nose and jacked-up teeth.&lt;br /&gt;They havent fucking soldout! listen to their music, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theyve always had those pop hooks in their songs. &lt;br /&gt;so get over yourselves if you don't like them &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That they're not fucking sellouts, and they're loyal &lt;br /&gt;to their fans. And they have far more musicianship &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skill than any poser I can recall watching&lt;br /&gt;they've worked hard for it, they're not fucking &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sellouts, so leave Timothy William Burton &lt;br /&gt;and John Christopher Depp II alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30711254-115310798488793712?l=liteamatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liteamatch.blogspot.com/feeds/115310798488793712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30711254&amp;postID=115310798488793712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30711254/posts/default/115310798488793712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30711254/posts/default/115310798488793712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteamatch.blogspot.com/2006/07/such-fucking-sellout.html' title='SUCH A FUCKING SELLOUT'/><author><name>Natasha Bakula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897682175220612575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/55/85/7635855/3075119342895l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30711254.post-115310701068096873</id><published>2006-07-16T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T20:30:10.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the flarf don't stop!!</title><content type='html'>My Poetry Professor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my poetry professor says that &lt;br /&gt;i should write more like ROBERT FROST. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now my poetry professor’s PC alarms &lt;br /&gt;are ringing, clinging and clanging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poetry professor basically told me &lt;br /&gt;that I wasn’t writing about what I knew best &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or at least wasn’t conveying exactly what I meant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sipe set me down &amp; said listen Ron you &lt;br /&gt;got talent as a writer why in the hell &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you a business major here? &lt;br /&gt;my poetry professor was Bob Grenier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also means that I had a very valid reason &lt;br /&gt;for despising my poetry professor; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did she really think it had meaning? ...&lt;br /&gt;My poetry professor, I can’t remember her name, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, Our assignment was to write a poem on the &lt;br /&gt;theme of Eggs, or seeds, Life-bearing things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks be to my poetry professor for letting me &lt;br /&gt;take pictures of him! He rocks! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, first my poetry professor forced me to read poetry. &lt;br /&gt;However, even my poetry professor was put off and &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;confounded by me wanting to talk about my poems.&lt;br /&gt;i really like my poetry professor, like, way way &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;way too much. he's married and in his late 20s i think!&lt;br /&gt;he's just so goddamn cute and nerdy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poetry professor in college Would agree with that. &lt;br /&gt;He said my writing was pointless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Too loose. It feels confusing." &lt;br /&gt;He knew me inside. I am confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poetry professor told me it has a &lt;br /&gt;presumptuous ending, but he admits that &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to pull it off. &lt;br /&gt;This was published by sffworld.com under the name J.J. Reddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was here that I came to know my poetry professor &lt;br /&gt;who had learned of my plight somehow and had chosen &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to keep me abreast of my studies by paying me&lt;br /&gt;as many different ways as you like -- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;often finding meanings that the writer never intended. &lt;br /&gt;And besides, my poetry professor thinks that I show promise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poetry professor says its nouns are too abstract. &lt;br /&gt;It is a poem Only in a world where arms legs screams &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skulls tears shattered beds and shattered buses&lt;br /&gt;My poetry professor would say that your subject title &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is awfully sexual. &lt;br /&gt;My poetry professor once told me she would have been &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so happy to have had me as a daughter and it made me &lt;br /&gt;totally start crying in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poetry professor says that if I write just one poem a week&lt;br /&gt;a year I'll have enough for a chap book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to call it Thirsty, or maybe Thirsting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30711254-115310701068096873?l=liteamatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liteamatch.blogspot.com/feeds/115310701068096873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30711254&amp;postID=115310701068096873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30711254/posts/default/115310701068096873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30711254/posts/default/115310701068096873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteamatch.blogspot.com/2006/07/flarf-dont-stop.html' title='the flarf don&apos;t stop!!'/><author><name>Natasha Bakula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897682175220612575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/55/85/7635855/3075119342895l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30711254.post-115279163723030602</id><published>2006-07-13T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T04:53:57.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ha ha ha</title><content type='html'>THEIR POEMS SUCK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All poets believe deep down that they &lt;br /&gt;really have no idea whether their poems &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suck or not. They hope someone will think &lt;br /&gt;for a few moments: Hey, this doesn't &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey man, you should stop telling people how &lt;br /&gt;much their poems suck straight to their face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeez. i've seen like 10 pages and all of them say&lt;br /&gt;Odd that this feels really uncomfortable for me to ask &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whereas it's easy for me to tell people &lt;br /&gt;that their poems suck. Speaking of sucky poems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be constructive. Give options. The point is to &lt;br /&gt;build confidence not break it. Remember if you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't even back up why you don't like the poem&lt;br /&gt;then YOU suck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they needed a reason to shut down the Poetry Club, &lt;br /&gt;how about the fact that their poems SUCK &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why they bring us down. &lt;br /&gt;Poems that don't suck are okay, even if they are a bit sad &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at times. re: I get what you're saying&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell people their poems suck, or &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make anyone feel like shit&lt;br /&gt;jamelah: do their poems suck? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firecracker: that like my hair would be soaked in men? &lt;br /&gt;firecracker: that just sounds dirty &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firecracker: of course they do&lt;br /&gt;your poems suck. they have no meaning what so ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like how people who contribute bad comments can't spell. &lt;br /&gt;Mutha Chucka: Seriously -- your poems suck. Please spare us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, they will be all impressed at their friends' &lt;br /&gt;'sensitive sides' and shit like that, and be like, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'oooh, you wrote a poem ...&lt;br /&gt;Man your poems suck man. Chris said, Not my poems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont like your attitude Im not sure if youre a guy or &lt;br /&gt;As my first post--I'm just gonna say the obvious--Josh your poems suck. ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pariah, i don't think your poems suck. &lt;br /&gt;You shouldn't be negative toward your work, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i think it's very good &lt;br /&gt;But I guess if all your poems suck &amp; this is &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best you have, then you don’t have much choice. &lt;br /&gt;But just to be fair, this poem really isn’t any worse &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of your poems suck, you see&lt;br /&gt;So cram the poems in your ass!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your poems suck &amp; don't ever try writing &lt;br /&gt;poetry again cause it sounds like shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and have no wit. Go out and show you want to live, &lt;br /&gt;Or slit your wrist and get it over with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wrote these when I felt like it, &lt;br /&gt;so don't you go "these poems suck" because thats &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like calling a paraplegic trying to move a slowpoke. &lt;br /&gt;But when I say that a lot of these poems suck, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say it because I think they're lame, inauthentic, &lt;br /&gt;sloppy, clichéd – the reasons that so many poems suck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advertisement for why these poems suck &lt;br /&gt;All these poems suck what about my jap poems &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"These poems suck almost as much as I do &lt;br /&gt;for writing them! Just kidding! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kick too much ass ahhhhhhh!!!11111!!!1". &lt;br /&gt;Yes, I write poems. ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These poems SUCK and were meant to, &lt;br /&gt;but we all had a laugh reading some student's &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comments about them. &lt;br /&gt;If only I had those comments &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people who say that these poems suck are &lt;br /&gt;just jealous and haterz well laterz ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went into another area of our discussions and &lt;br /&gt;he had written "these poems suck" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if he was talking about mine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30711254-115279163723030602?l=liteamatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liteamatch.blogspot.com/feeds/115279163723030602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30711254&amp;postID=115279163723030602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30711254/posts/default/115279163723030602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30711254/posts/default/115279163723030602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteamatch.blogspot.com/2006/07/ha-ha-ha.html' title='ha ha ha'/><author><name>Natasha Bakula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897682175220612575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/55/85/7635855/3075119342895l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30711254.post-115279049366416223</id><published>2006-07-13T04:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T04:34:53.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm getting good!!</title><content type='html'>MY POEMS ARE BETTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haw, all my poems are better than any of yours. &lt;br /&gt;I mean- I've seen yr ditties- you may be able to &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argue you’re better than a Wilfred Owen but&lt;br /&gt;My poems are better, plus I dont freak out &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when asked questions. &lt;br /&gt;when i get angry i notice my poems are better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also when my feelings get crushed or hurt &lt;br /&gt;i write better.i write from my heart and from my emotions signed ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poems are better, I’ma better actress, &lt;br /&gt;I’ma better writer, and I’ma better artist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get over it. You tell me all the time how &lt;br /&gt;you like Kaitlin more than me but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my poems are better then yours get over it. &lt;br /&gt;My poems are better than his, though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much funnier, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;well, my poems are better in english than in french!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But give me love over, love over, love over this" &lt;br /&gt;"Come up to meet you, ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make a ruckus, because my poems are better. &lt;br /&gt;Then I hide in the crowd and he tries to find me, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but can't. Working on a U2 video.&lt;br /&gt;the publisher was fucking, but i saw the poems &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and said, "my poems are better than that! &lt;br /&gt;why won't you publish mine?!" he said, "we will!" and they did! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't think I'ma very good reader, &lt;br /&gt;I think my poems are better studied on the page. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think my poems are better than yours at all, Rogue!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;You write AWESOME stuff, sweetie!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would write this in elvish, but I am in the kinko's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd say my poems are better than average. &lt;br /&gt;However, I take into account what "average" is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Average" is a rhyming-end country song lyric about love.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even have enough to buy beer and incomparison, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my poems are better. Finaly, the Poetess isn't expecting a letter. &lt;br /&gt;The one who has created the object.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poems are better in spanish, I swear. &lt;br /&gt;But this is my first one in english!! YAY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, I need a coffee.  &lt;br /&gt;but that's just me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poems are better than yours. Aha! &lt;br /&gt;And I am not quitting poems either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30711254-115279049366416223?l=liteamatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liteamatch.blogspot.com/feeds/115279049366416223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30711254&amp;postID=115279049366416223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30711254/posts/default/115279049366416223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30711254/posts/default/115279049366416223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteamatch.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-getting-good.html' title='i&apos;m getting good!!'/><author><name>Natasha Bakula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897682175220612575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/55/85/7635855/3075119342895l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30711254.post-115265668508693289</id><published>2006-07-11T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T15:24:45.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i need help to stop!! seriously!!</title><content type='html'>I WANT TO BE A FAMOUS POET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ted Berrigan once said, "I want to be a famous &lt;br /&gt;poet before I become a good one." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both wishes were granted. &lt;br /&gt;He became a famous one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a famous poet&lt;br /&gt;so that i can have the power to undo ties that corset you (all). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be surrounded. &lt;br /&gt;I want to be the prolongation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I want to be a famous poet&lt;br /&gt;or a lawyer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dream is to be published and &lt;br /&gt;known all over the world, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need an agent to help me make this a reality.&lt;br /&gt;When I grow up, I want to be a video game designer, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if I don't get the job  &lt;br /&gt;I want to be a famous poet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got inspired from my dad after I saw that he&lt;br /&gt;after I saw that he wrote a hole book of poems every year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice to meet you ! &lt;br /&gt;i am going into publishing, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to be a famous poet&lt;br /&gt;and write songs for them!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that day will come for me.&lt;br /&gt;"I don't want to be a famous poet &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out of personal ambition," says Keyvan, &lt;br /&gt;"I want to be a poet of the people and &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the means by which a lot of money is raised.&lt;br /&gt;he never lived as if the major thing in his life &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was to be a famous poet. He always lived &lt;br /&gt;as part of the community of poetry, Bly says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to be a famous poet like Emily &lt;br /&gt;Dickinson to write poetry. However, I think you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can do better than the Unknown Poet. Give it a try! ...&lt;br /&gt;So it doesn't look like I'm going to be a famous poet either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No great loss there I suppose. &lt;br /&gt;Poets all seem to be struggling to make ends me from what I've heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad wanted to be a famous poet in India, &lt;br /&gt;but then he took a physics class, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better to be a famous poet in a chilly wet climate I suppose. &lt;br /&gt;Close to the native inspiration. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, Lord, Make Me a Famous Poet or at Least Less Fat:&lt;br /&gt;If you are a famous poet or would like to know more about &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;becoming a famous poet, please email me&lt;br /&gt;When he was a farmer he started to think seriously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; about becoming a famous poet. What he didn’t expect &lt;br /&gt;was to be on of the most famous poets known today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Middlebrook shows the reader Sexton's intense &lt;br /&gt;determination and devotion to becoming a famous poet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne would sit at her typewriter for hours everyday&lt;br /&gt;I�ve often fantasized about becoming a famous poet, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but after hearing this tidbit of information, my fantasies &lt;br /&gt;usually go like this: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi, welcome to the famous Stinking Rose restaurant, &lt;br /&gt;here in the heart of San Francisco's North Beach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Sarah, your poet laureate and waitress for this evening."&lt;br /&gt;It is as if he is settling into himself as just a man, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not a famous poet.&lt;br /&gt;He was not a famous poet during his times &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is reflected in his poetry itself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30711254-115265668508693289?l=liteamatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liteamatch.blogspot.com/feeds/115265668508693289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30711254&amp;postID=115265668508693289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30711254/posts/default/115265668508693289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30711254/posts/default/115265668508693289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteamatch.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-need-help-to-stop-seriously.html' title='i need help to stop!! seriously!!'/><author><name>Natasha Bakula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897682175220612575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/55/85/7635855/3075119342895l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30711254.post-115258399230869440</id><published>2006-07-10T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T19:13:12.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>another 1!! someone stop me!!</title><content type='html'>What If My Students&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See this picture? Or the Dean of Liberal Arts?&lt;br /&gt;I dream about being up here delivering this talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without notes, in my underwear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I hide it from my students to use at another time?&lt;br /&gt;A: Yes! If the eye is open, the announcement is shown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s so intelligent, well-thought-out,&lt;br /&gt;and clearly presented that I'm tempted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to hide it from my students.&lt;br /&gt;What if my students find this blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then go to my other blog?&lt;br /&gt;Are my students disrupting other classes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does the front office listen in?&lt;br /&gt;My students see me being hauled off in paddy wagons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or ambulances dead stinking drunk.&lt;br /&gt;My students are terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm screwed every which way,&lt;br /&gt;but my students are screwed even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, some of my students are screwed&lt;br /&gt;for life even before they get to the 9th grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'When my students found out what I earned,&lt;br /&gt;they advised me to change jobs.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my students found out I have a game system&lt;br /&gt;and now want to come over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont think I am okay with that!!!&lt;br /&gt;My students found my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, the new location and title&lt;br /&gt;I would die if one of my students found my blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing this . . . tonight I "googled" my name&lt;br /&gt;I do find myself giving more attention to my male students&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;than my female students.&lt;br /&gt;I also find my female students enjoy study of the spear or long staff,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it being an equalizing weapon.&lt;br /&gt;Or as I tell my female students, "Just spread your legs and fly".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was unable to suppress the strong feelings for my students that were developing -- or to hide the happiness I felt with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if my students read it, they know that I had&lt;br /&gt;crazy sex with the professor down the hall,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I would never censor them if they wanted to comment&lt;br /&gt;I'm always making these weird noises while I teach that I'm afraid&lt;br /&gt;my students will think is me farting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have your students read my work, and discuss it with them.&lt;br /&gt;Encourage your children to visit my website&lt;br /&gt;to found out more about me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30711254-115258399230869440?l=liteamatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liteamatch.blogspot.com/feeds/115258399230869440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30711254&amp;postID=115258399230869440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30711254/posts/default/115258399230869440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30711254/posts/default/115258399230869440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteamatch.blogspot.com/2006/07/another-1-someone-stop-me.html' title='another 1!! someone stop me!!'/><author><name>Natasha Bakula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897682175220612575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/55/85/7635855/3075119342895l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30711254.post-115253637719438796</id><published>2006-07-10T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T05:59:37.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>two new flarfies (now I can't stop!!)</title><content type='html'>I'M MIDDLE CLASS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet, according to the world's capitalist ideologues,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not working class; I'm 'middle class'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well fuck the middle class.&lt;br /&gt;A normal life is past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Middle class, middle class, middle class.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in debt up to my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm middle class," pollsters are told, over and over,&lt;br /&gt;by Americans of all social and economic backgrounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complete Idiots that should be fired&lt;br /&gt;When you are casting your working class vote on 5th May, remember this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm middle class now, 10%.&lt;br /&gt;I've always been middle class, 10%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shove off mate, 6.5%.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not on the electoral register, 3%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've got double glazing, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sorry because&lt;br /&gt;I didn't choose to be, and I've worked in factories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might have a nice house but just because I've got money,&lt;br /&gt;doesn't mean I'm middle class. I'm not having it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I think I'm middle class, when my wife&lt;br /&gt;and I have more income than 95%?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By virtue of education, ambition, and discipline.&lt;br /&gt;I like eating in nice restaurants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two careers, three children.&lt;br /&gt;I’m glad Arsenal lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm middle-class! However, I've got over it now.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be an aristocrat now if they want me to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a tax cut.&lt;br /&gt;Of course it wasn't big enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm white and I've never had children.&lt;br /&gt;Thank God, because since the middle class has been destroyed over the last few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm middle class, work very hard, to save and pay my bills.&lt;br /&gt;Unlike the rich or very poor, my wealth lies in my skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With conservative views on most things.&lt;br /&gt;My hair is slowly leaving me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I'm so glad that I'm middle class,&lt;br /&gt;with my own set of teeth and fingernails,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cultivating weeds to eat for my tea,&lt;br /&gt;that is no life for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still think I'm middle class though,&lt;br /&gt;because I'm certainly not living in poverty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WENT TO PRIVATE SCHOOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jodie Foster, I went to private school and wore a uniform.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't sheltered because I saw everything and knew everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to private school in the city and&lt;br /&gt;I had friends who went to public school,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I know the differences.&lt;br /&gt;Should politicians send their kids to public schools?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to private school my whole life,&lt;br /&gt;and now teach at a public school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some ways, I was overprotected and sheltered from the world. ...&lt;br /&gt;I was able to see the differences and similiarities between the two. ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to private school.&lt;br /&gt;My children go to public school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I believe in our decision to send them to public school,&lt;br /&gt;I am never completely comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because if I went to private school,&lt;br /&gt;I'd burn my skirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, though, I have to ask myself&lt;br /&gt;did the fact that I went to private school help me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to private school because my parents didn't like the public ones.&lt;br /&gt;Believe me we had crime and noncaring teachers also but not as bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30711254-115253637719438796?l=liteamatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liteamatch.blogspot.com/feeds/115253637719438796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30711254&amp;postID=115253637719438796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30711254/posts/default/115253637719438796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30711254/posts/default/115253637719438796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteamatch.blogspot.com/2006/07/two-new-flarfies-now-i-cant-stop.html' title='two new flarfies (now I can&apos;t stop!!)'/><author><name>Natasha Bakula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897682175220612575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/55/85/7635855/3075119342895l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30711254.post-115228641665254701</id><published>2006-07-07T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T08:51:48.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG!! my first flarf poem (this took 4 minutes!!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I Love Being White&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love Black People&lt;br /&gt;I Love Europeans&lt;br /&gt;I Love Filipinos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also a Christian.&lt;br /&gt;Do I sound like good dating material?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have morals.&lt;br /&gt;If romance comes my way,&lt;br /&gt;he had better be single!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because if he isn't,&lt;br /&gt;I am not interested&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is my white pride mistaken for racism?&lt;br /&gt;I love being white and think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is a blessing from the lord&lt;br /&gt;that every morning I wake up and&lt;br /&gt;look at my beautiful white skin. Is that wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love being white. I wish I was asian&lt;br /&gt;That Burning Cross on Our Lawn?&lt;br /&gt;We're Just Being Ironic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love being white and I&lt;br /&gt;think it’s something to be very proud of&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want our culture diluted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love being white&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU RACIST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to let you know that&lt;br /&gt;I love being white trash with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and going to ghetto braums and being 'Trekkers'&lt;br /&gt;It's definately my favorite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love being white and wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;want to be any other race&lt;br /&gt;I don't hate other races,&lt;br /&gt;there are bad people in all races&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I was thinking I'd get a tee-shirt&lt;br /&gt;that said "I love being white"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30711254-115228641665254701?l=liteamatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liteamatch.blogspot.com/feeds/115228641665254701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30711254&amp;postID=115228641665254701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30711254/posts/default/115228641665254701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30711254/posts/default/115228641665254701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteamatch.blogspot.com/2006/07/omg-my-first-flarf-poem-this-took-4.html' title='OMG!! my first flarf poem (this took 4 minutes!!)'/><author><name>Natasha Bakula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897682175220612575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/55/85/7635855/3075119342895l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30711254.post-115223409097551194</id><published>2006-07-06T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T18:01:30.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>omg!!</title><content type='html'>i've only been open for one day and i've already received 100 chapbooks in the mail. it's very exciting. they are all so lovely, soon i will type in the name of each one and talk about what a great job all these editors are doing and how they're using real lambface and sewing the spine with dental floss or whatever! omg i love community! i was at whole foods the whole day!! it's sooo funny that that came up. but seriously, before and after yoga. when jimmy comes over i'm gonna suggest we play blogger word verification scrabble!! haw! dfsggh! 500 points!! keep those chapbooks comin' everyone!! i really care about you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30711254-115223409097551194?l=liteamatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liteamatch.blogspot.com/feeds/115223409097551194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30711254&amp;postID=115223409097551194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30711254/posts/default/115223409097551194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30711254/posts/default/115223409097551194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteamatch.blogspot.com/2006/07/omg.html' title='omg!!'/><author><name>Natasha Bakula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897682175220612575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/55/85/7635855/3075119342895l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30711254.post-115214850984012832</id><published>2006-07-05T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T18:15:09.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i became a poetry blogger today!!</title><content type='html'>which is also my birthday, thank you very much!! which i spent with my poetic power couple partner, big jimmy!! hell yeah. i worked on grant proposals while he ate sunflower seeds out of my lap! we're working on a renku cycle of poems called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jim and Natasha's Hot, Hot Asses!!&lt;/span&gt; those will probably be in the hat!! so look for those!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just so excited to be alive! can't wait to be in your poetic community! i get to be smurfette! haw haw! when i laugh it's loud in my nose. wow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30711254-115214850984012832?l=liteamatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liteamatch.blogspot.com/feeds/115214850984012832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30711254&amp;postID=115214850984012832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30711254/posts/default/115214850984012832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30711254/posts/default/115214850984012832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteamatch.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-became-poetry-blogger-today.html' title='i became a poetry blogger today!!'/><author><name>Natasha Bakula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897682175220612575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/55/85/7635855/3075119342895l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
