<?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-3409769777221352237</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:01:44.256-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lily Elliot</title><subtitle type='html'>I am Lily Elliot

I love random acts of kindness</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lily Elliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856471794654192816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SpiughlU9xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QprsocZCyYw/S220/simple.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>245</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3409769777221352237.post-1216771721800666262</id><published>2010-07-14T23:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T20:54:27.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my goodness</title><content type='html'>Well it sure has been awhile. I'm not sure how well it will work out but i guess if anything interesting happens this summer, well i'll be sure to give a thought to posting. So lets update shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well what the news was from the last post was that I am now officially a published poet. Back in September, I entered a poetry/short story contest and then a few months later, i got note that my poem was chosen (out of the THOUSANDS of entries) that my poem would be published. It was publish through Polar Expressions Canada and my poem can be found on page 59 of the book entitled "Surfacing". I am very excited and i am going to make sure that it is not the last to be published or at least out there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so on another note i was supposed to be going to two basketball camps at the UofW. Knowing that the UofW is known for its basketball and volleyball programs, I was expecting that i would be in for a very difficult week. Apparently not. I showed up and they were playing tag. So i waited outside on campus just checking out the area.... then a native man tried to bum a cig off me. So i gave him one. Just kidding not really but it was quite the day to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats it for now, Maybe ill be back with more?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3409769777221352237-1216771721800666262?l=lilyelliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/feeds/1216771721800666262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3409769777221352237&amp;postID=1216771721800666262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/1216771721800666262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/1216771721800666262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-goodness.html' title='my goodness'/><author><name>Lily Elliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856471794654192816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SpiughlU9xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QprsocZCyYw/S220/simple.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3409769777221352237.post-7230028917190244840</id><published>2010-05-06T20:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T20:54:08.177-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Hello!</title><content type='html'>It's been awhile. To be honest I have completely forgotten about this little blog. My computer got the super aids and broke down so I guess I stopped bloggin and stuck to facebook for the time being. Man this blog needs a makeover. Well I probably have big news, big stuff that has been in the works. I'm not sure if I am aloud to say anything yet but when May 15th rolls around I will be spreading some SICK NEWS! Well mediocre depending who you are. Well TATA for now until we meet again. And until we do, I hope you enjoy this photo of Raven Symone on a sagway....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/S-Nyj0UbZsI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/WCXrQ9N7KgA/s1600/tumblr_l13bn4YPi31qzracxo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/S-Nyj0UbZsI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/WCXrQ9N7KgA/s400/tumblr_l13bn4YPi31qzracxo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468340332223227586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3409769777221352237-7230028917190244840?l=lilyelliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/feeds/7230028917190244840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3409769777221352237&amp;postID=7230028917190244840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/7230028917190244840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/7230028917190244840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/2010/05/why-hello.html' title='Why Hello!'/><author><name>Lily Elliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856471794654192816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SpiughlU9xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QprsocZCyYw/S220/simple.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/S-Nyj0UbZsI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/WCXrQ9N7KgA/s72-c/tumblr_l13bn4YPi31qzracxo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3409769777221352237.post-5222467287991153161</id><published>2010-01-16T21:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T21:31:01.629-06:00</updated><title type='text'>hello there;</title><content type='html'>it was so nice to meet you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3409769777221352237-5222467287991153161?l=lilyelliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/feeds/5222467287991153161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3409769777221352237&amp;postID=5222467287991153161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/5222467287991153161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/5222467287991153161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/2010/01/hello-there.html' title='hello there;'/><author><name>Lily Elliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856471794654192816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SpiughlU9xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QprsocZCyYw/S220/simple.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3409769777221352237.post-7749192871023719813</id><published>2010-01-12T16:51:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T16:58:51.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'>alice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/S0z-G1a-4KI/AAAAAAAAAJo/7AdRIPuOmv4/s1600-h/3041305967_9bfbed701b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 322px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/S0z-G1a-4KI/AAAAAAAAAJo/7AdRIPuOmv4/s400/3041305967_9bfbed701b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425991044447527074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been awhile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy new years by the way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So exam week is approaching fast and the stress is already getting to me. Why do teachers think it's completely fine if they just assign copious amounts of homework? Do they not realize that every other teacher does that as well, leaving us students swamped and stressed beyond all reason? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/S0z-m9EJz5I/AAAAAAAAAJw/d9el4PhabFI/s1600-h/tumblr_kuh4soaRQp1qzfy6zo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/S0z-m9EJz5I/AAAAAAAAAJw/d9el4PhabFI/s400/tumblr_kuh4soaRQp1qzfy6zo1_400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425991596255072146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3409769777221352237-7749192871023719813?l=lilyelliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/feeds/7749192871023719813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3409769777221352237&amp;postID=7749192871023719813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/7749192871023719813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/7749192871023719813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/2010/01/alice.html' title='alice'/><author><name>Lily Elliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856471794654192816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SpiughlU9xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QprsocZCyYw/S220/simple.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/S0z-G1a-4KI/AAAAAAAAAJo/7AdRIPuOmv4/s72-c/3041305967_9bfbed701b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3409769777221352237.post-2336267664364779790</id><published>2009-12-22T01:11:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T01:27:55.660-06:00</updated><title type='text'>strange cases of deja vu;</title><content type='html'>deja vu is an experience isn't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On more than one account have i felt strange cases of deja vu but there are two that i can vaguely remember, due to the fact that they recently occurred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was after our first basketball game in the tournament. The coach, two friends of mine, and i all went out to subway to have something to eat before we had to play again. This brought back the memories of when i went somewhere for a hockey tournament with two of my friends. We stayed at a hotel and there  just so happened to be a subway connected to it. We had to play a game later that day so we went down and got subs. After we returned to our hotel room and ate our subs, we decided we wanted more. So we grabbed some money and ran back down in our sock feet to get more subs. I think we did this like 2 more times. And while we ventured down to subway we knocked on random hotel doors and ran giggling. These were good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I can remember, I had swimming lesson at the Dominion City Pool. My Nanny had to move away from Dominion City because of my papa's passing. It was far away from any of us and Nanny could not handle it by herself. Anyways every summer i would spend 2+ weeks there to have swimming lessons. Before each lesson (if it was later in the day) I would have a quick bowl of cereal and 2 sips of orange juice or chocolate milk. I was never very thirsty but nanny kept telling me that i needed to stay hydrated. Anyways If i had swimming lessons in the morning i would have ravioli after. When i finished my lesson, I'd come home, jum in the tub to get all the chlorine out and have some ravioli. This is what triggered my deja vu. Nannies towels always had the most amazing, calming, and soothing smells i have ever had the pleasure of being wrapped in. Tonight, as i was washing my face, I buried my face in a towel and smelt that smell. To you it is no big deal. But to me it is a reminder of old times. Memories being uncovered from carelessness and forgetfulness.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love deja vu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3409769777221352237-2336267664364779790?l=lilyelliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/feeds/2336267664364779790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3409769777221352237&amp;postID=2336267664364779790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/2336267664364779790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/2336267664364779790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/2009/12/strange-cases-of-deja-vu.html' title='strange cases of deja vu;'/><author><name>Lily Elliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856471794654192816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SpiughlU9xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QprsocZCyYw/S220/simple.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3409769777221352237.post-4555437017982841732</id><published>2009-12-19T19:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T19:50:17.961-06:00</updated><title type='text'>her;</title><content type='html'>She was pretty, she used to climb trees. She made jewelry for her family for Christmas. She was the single mother of a son she loved. She tried her hardest, but just like the rest of us, she made mistakes. And we forgave her for them, just like we forgive you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3409769777221352237-4555437017982841732?l=lilyelliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/feeds/4555437017982841732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3409769777221352237&amp;postID=4555437017982841732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/4555437017982841732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/4555437017982841732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/2009/12/her.html' title='her;'/><author><name>Lily Elliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856471794654192816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SpiughlU9xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QprsocZCyYw/S220/simple.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3409769777221352237.post-6227213120625834840</id><published>2009-11-23T21:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T21:57:59.603-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MLIA</title><content type='html'>SO fckn funny:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I went to pick up my little brother from school when I discovered he was in Detention. I asked the teacher why he was in trouble and she told me that today she was teaching the class about punctuation. She would choose a kid to say a sentence and she would announce the correct punctuation mark, like “Billy went to the store”, “Period”. So when my brother was called on, he said “Kotex fits” and without thinking the teacher actually said “Period”. I love my brother. MLIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was babysitting my neighbor's six year old daughter. Dora The Explorer was on, and in the episode, there was a giant egg. When it hatched, a baby dinosaur came out and Boots the monkey asked "Is it a baby cow?". The little girl yelled "No, you dumbass!" then looked at me guiltily. I high fived her. MLIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we had a guidance lesson in school. We had a quiz were there were situations where kids were being bullied, and we had to choose the correct way to stand up to them. On one of the problems, a possible answer was, "If you don't stop, I'm going to tell everyone that you have herpes." I was pleased to find out that everyone in my class chose this answer. MLIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I learned that if you say 'beer can' with an English accent, you're saying 'bacon' with a Jamaican accent. Mind blown. MLIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will keep editing this post to add more and more MLIA posts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3409769777221352237-6227213120625834840?l=lilyelliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/feeds/6227213120625834840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3409769777221352237&amp;postID=6227213120625834840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/6227213120625834840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/6227213120625834840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/2009/11/mlia.html' title='MLIA'/><author><name>Lily Elliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856471794654192816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SpiughlU9xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QprsocZCyYw/S220/simple.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3409769777221352237.post-5763614657249883359</id><published>2009-11-11T15:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T15:29:24.153-06:00</updated><title type='text'>500</title><content type='html'>So during spring break of the year 2011, I will be embarking on a school trip to Italy. Italy has alway been my dream vacation of choice ever since I can remember. Today, there is officially 500 days left until we depart on this once in a life time trip. I am so excited for it. The only thing I'm afraid of is not coming back home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have started a countdown:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countdown to Italy: &lt;br /&gt;500 days until departure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to put this EVERYWHERE. Just because.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3409769777221352237-5763614657249883359?l=lilyelliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/feeds/5763614657249883359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3409769777221352237&amp;postID=5763614657249883359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/5763614657249883359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/5763614657249883359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/2009/11/500.html' title='500'/><author><name>Lily Elliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856471794654192816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SpiughlU9xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QprsocZCyYw/S220/simple.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3409769777221352237.post-6308546348823201916</id><published>2009-11-05T19:35:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T19:36:28.992-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the wait;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;everyone says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the wait is over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the wait has just begun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3409769777221352237-6308546348823201916?l=lilyelliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/feeds/6308546348823201916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3409769777221352237&amp;postID=6308546348823201916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/6308546348823201916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/6308546348823201916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/2009/11/wait.html' title='the wait;'/><author><name>Lily Elliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856471794654192816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SpiughlU9xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QprsocZCyYw/S220/simple.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3409769777221352237.post-4720826782395551239</id><published>2009-11-05T15:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T15:27:59.170-06:00</updated><title type='text'>done part two</title><content type='html'>Okay. I get it. He's in your life now. But there is a few important things you need to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget the little people. You're killing me. You blow me off all the time. You break my heart and don't even know it. Because of him. Because you need to be with him. I have never felt this upset before. The last time I was this angry was in the eigth grade. And it's your fault. This time I'm not even going to blame it on myself. Every spare second you spend with him and you don't even give me the time of day to help YOU with YOUR homework. I wait at the door for you, waiting to leave while you converse with him for twenty minutes. Not only do I help you with homework, but I do it for you as you sit across from me and talk with him! You won't even give me the time of day as I do your homework! I do so much for you! I would do so much more for you! And you won't even talk to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when he breaks your heart. And leaves you standing by yourself. With no one. You're going to regret losing us little people. But unfortuantely for me, i'm not going anywhere. Because I just can't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't take this anymore! I am so done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also said that the last time, but hey, still here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3409769777221352237-4720826782395551239?l=lilyelliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/feeds/4720826782395551239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3409769777221352237&amp;postID=4720826782395551239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/4720826782395551239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/4720826782395551239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/2009/11/okay.html' title='done part two'/><author><name>Lily Elliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856471794654192816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SpiughlU9xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QprsocZCyYw/S220/simple.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3409769777221352237.post-4440555472158950274</id><published>2009-11-05T15:05:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T15:07:04.901-06:00</updated><title type='text'>seven</title><content type='html'>I know you're concerend about him and all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but jesus christ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3409769777221352237-4440555472158950274?l=lilyelliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/feeds/4440555472158950274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3409769777221352237&amp;postID=4440555472158950274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/4440555472158950274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/4440555472158950274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/2009/11/seven.html' title='seven'/><author><name>Lily Elliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856471794654192816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SpiughlU9xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QprsocZCyYw/S220/simple.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3409769777221352237.post-4369932934553796302</id><published>2009-10-30T23:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T23:21:47.179-05:00</updated><title type='text'>speechless</title><content type='html'>so I am at home,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by myself,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one is here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is your birthday bud.&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday Alexander.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you more than words can fathom.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could say I'll see you soon,&lt;br /&gt;but I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a horrible day. &lt;br /&gt;I wish I could fall asleep for a while, &lt;br /&gt;And just&lt;br /&gt;Not&lt;br /&gt;Get&lt;br /&gt;Up.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3409769777221352237-4369932934553796302?l=lilyelliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/feeds/4369932934553796302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3409769777221352237&amp;postID=4369932934553796302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/4369932934553796302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/4369932934553796302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/2009/10/speechless.html' title='speechless'/><author><name>Lily Elliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856471794654192816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SpiughlU9xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QprsocZCyYw/S220/simple.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3409769777221352237.post-5692119320905738393</id><published>2009-10-26T22:37:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T22:44:36.495-05:00</updated><title type='text'>evergone</title><content type='html'>Now let's find a way to work around this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it wasn't for you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have fought very hard. I thought I was winning too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot let him ruin it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot let myself ruin it because of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when you say shit like that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It. Is. So. On.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're so rude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make no sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're needy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and whiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you make her happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't fuck this up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am already done and it's hardly begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you recover, when all you had is ever gone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think you do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3409769777221352237-5692119320905738393?l=lilyelliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/feeds/5692119320905738393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3409769777221352237&amp;postID=5692119320905738393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/5692119320905738393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/5692119320905738393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/2009/10/evergone.html' title='evergone'/><author><name>Lily Elliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856471794654192816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SpiughlU9xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QprsocZCyYw/S220/simple.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3409769777221352237.post-2412991201005478940</id><published>2009-10-24T18:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T18:52:15.097-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Now I feel horrible.</title><content type='html'>I really don't deserve you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3409769777221352237-2412991201005478940?l=lilyelliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/feeds/2412991201005478940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3409769777221352237&amp;postID=2412991201005478940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/2412991201005478940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/2412991201005478940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/2009/10/now-i-feel-horrible.html' title='Now I feel horrible.'/><author><name>Lily Elliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856471794654192816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SpiughlU9xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QprsocZCyYw/S220/simple.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3409769777221352237.post-229069569329921242</id><published>2009-10-24T18:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T18:49:51.868-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Well that's okay because what you think doesn't matter really..</title><content type='html'>haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3409769777221352237-229069569329921242?l=lilyelliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/feeds/229069569329921242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3409769777221352237&amp;postID=229069569329921242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/229069569329921242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/229069569329921242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/2009/10/well-thats-okay-because-what-you-think.html' title='Well that&apos;s okay because what you think doesn&apos;t matter really..'/><author><name>Lily Elliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856471794654192816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SpiughlU9xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QprsocZCyYw/S220/simple.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3409769777221352237.post-2799832332928311098</id><published>2009-10-24T18:44:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T20:53:31.758-05:00</updated><title type='text'>oh.</title><content type='html'>If it makes you happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But please don't expect me to not have a problem with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because fuck,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he hurts you, I will &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3409769777221352237-2799832332928311098?l=lilyelliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/feeds/2799832332928311098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3409769777221352237&amp;postID=2799832332928311098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/2799832332928311098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/2799832332928311098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/2009/10/ick.html' title='oh.'/><author><name>Lily Elliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856471794654192816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SpiughlU9xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QprsocZCyYw/S220/simple.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3409769777221352237.post-7433130118525152273</id><published>2009-10-22T22:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T23:01:56.069-05:00</updated><title type='text'>good times never seem so good.</title><content type='html'>unpredictable- adjective [uhn-pre-dik-ta-ble]: not predictable; not to be foreseen or fortold; an unpredictable occurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you get me everytime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3409769777221352237-7433130118525152273?l=lilyelliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/feeds/7433130118525152273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3409769777221352237&amp;postID=7433130118525152273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/7433130118525152273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/7433130118525152273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/2009/10/good-times-never-seem-so-good.html' title='good times never seem so good.'/><author><name>Lily Elliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856471794654192816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SpiughlU9xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QprsocZCyYw/S220/simple.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3409769777221352237.post-3385755264296510955</id><published>2009-10-21T19:23:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T19:39:56.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>should be crying but I just can't let it show.</title><content type='html'>Is it so hard to ask for 30 seconds alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Yes it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the past couple of days have been moderately normal. Until yesterday of course. But I will not tell you what happened yesterday. I will just rant in incomprehensible and borderline beautiful ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sick of heartbreak. I find this impossible. Through out my whole life, I have been the one to lose. I have lost nearly everything that has ever meant anything to me. (Except for family but it goes without saying) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lost activities that made me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lost two possible lives I could have lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lost a language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lost my confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lost my father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lost my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lost my fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continue to lose my war. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I continue to fight. Every second I fight. I fight for you. But it's not working because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continue to lose my war. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh darling, make it go away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3409769777221352237-3385755264296510955?l=lilyelliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/feeds/3385755264296510955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3409769777221352237&amp;postID=3385755264296510955' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/3385755264296510955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/3385755264296510955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/2009/10/should-be-crying-but-i-just-cant-let-it.html' title='should be crying but I just can&apos;t let it show.'/><author><name>Lily Elliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856471794654192816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SpiughlU9xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QprsocZCyYw/S220/simple.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3409769777221352237.post-554325930530471903</id><published>2009-10-04T19:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T19:54:52.425-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i cannot</title><content type='html'>I cannot walk away from this unscathed, because I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot pretend this never happened, because it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot stop feeling sad, because i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot let this go, because I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am more than ready to tell you that you have hurt me for the last time. I am just not ready to tell &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;them&lt;/span&gt; that you have hurt me for the last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because no matter, how long a letter I write explaining how hard I have fought for them, I will always look like the one who left. Like the one who through them all away. But it was not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;Why do you let her keep your balls in the front pocket of her fanny pack that hangs from her khakis? I would really like to know what is really going on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3409769777221352237-554325930530471903?l=lilyelliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/feeds/554325930530471903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3409769777221352237&amp;postID=554325930530471903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/554325930530471903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/554325930530471903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-cannot.html' title='i cannot'/><author><name>Lily Elliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856471794654192816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SpiughlU9xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QprsocZCyYw/S220/simple.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3409769777221352237.post-8743792578507613485</id><published>2009-10-04T19:34:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T19:44:10.382-05:00</updated><title type='text'>not get up again.</title><content type='html'>Well it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurt happened again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when does it not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People everywhere say "Life sucks sometimes." and they are right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it turns out, it never stops 'sucking'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a small period of time, where the victim will be pushed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and pushed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pushed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and pushed again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but there is also a period of time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in which you cannot fix it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no matter how hard you try,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how many tears you cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and how many time your heart mends after it has been broken,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you will not get up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you will fall for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I say to you, that I am very done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily Spencer Elliot, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will not get up again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3409769777221352237-8743792578507613485?l=lilyelliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/feeds/8743792578507613485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3409769777221352237&amp;postID=8743792578507613485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/8743792578507613485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/8743792578507613485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/2009/10/not-get-up-again.html' title='not get up again.'/><author><name>Lily Elliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856471794654192816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SpiughlU9xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QprsocZCyYw/S220/simple.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3409769777221352237.post-454300190705710050</id><published>2009-10-02T17:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T17:59:20.423-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"When touched by love, everyone becomes a poet." Plato</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I am getting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For ALL the wrong reasons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see so much bad can come from this one moment that i have been waiting for. Waiting for 2 years. or if we get specific:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 12th 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or if you want to get technical:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 7th 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or if you are (unintentionally) confused:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be the one moment that will make me smile and ruin my life. Possibly at the same time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see father I am not little anymore, I am at an age where the decision no longer belongs to you. It is mine now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that never meant you couldn't &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;experienced and regurgitated &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Lily S. Elliot&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3409769777221352237-454300190705710050?l=lilyelliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/feeds/454300190705710050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3409769777221352237&amp;postID=454300190705710050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/454300190705710050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/454300190705710050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-touched-by-love-everyone-becomes.html' title='&quot;When touched by love, everyone becomes a poet.&quot; Plato'/><author><name>Lily Elliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856471794654192816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SpiughlU9xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QprsocZCyYw/S220/simple.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3409769777221352237.post-7185824760908921214</id><published>2009-09-16T20:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T20:50:15.522-05:00</updated><title type='text'>glee</title><content type='html'>My name is Lily S. Elliot so I better start acting like it. Because I'm not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is overwhelming. I'm not going to complain because that would suck. But I will say that I'm not ready, but I damn well have to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't feel anymore. Things so great will happen and I'll stifle a yawn, or something horrible will transpire and I'll hardly even flinch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was that complaining?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teenagers frusterate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I didn't have homework so I could read more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Lily S. Elliot so I better start acting like it. Because I'm not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3409769777221352237-7185824760908921214?l=lilyelliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/feeds/7185824760908921214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3409769777221352237&amp;postID=7185824760908921214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/7185824760908921214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/7185824760908921214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/2009/09/glee.html' title='glee'/><author><name>Lily Elliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856471794654192816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SpiughlU9xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QprsocZCyYw/S220/simple.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3409769777221352237.post-4439605234234130523</id><published>2009-09-12T23:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T23:52:25.609-05:00</updated><title type='text'>anais nin iii</title><content type='html'>there's even more. of this inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is not one big cosmic meaning for all, there is only the meaning we each give to our life, an individual meaning, an individual plot, like an individual novel, a book for each person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many ways to be free. One of them is to transcend reality by imagination, as I try to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The role of a writer is not to say what we all can say, but what we are unable to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The possession of knowledge does not kill the sense of wonder and mystery. There is always more mystery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living never wore one out so much as the effort not to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth is something which can't be told in a few words. Those who simplify the universe only reduce the expansion of its meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We travel, some of us forever, to seek other states, other lives, other souls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3409769777221352237-4439605234234130523?l=lilyelliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/feeds/4439605234234130523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3409769777221352237&amp;postID=4439605234234130523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/4439605234234130523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/4439605234234130523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/2009/09/anais-nin-iii.html' title='anais nin iii'/><author><name>Lily Elliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856471794654192816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SpiughlU9xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QprsocZCyYw/S220/simple.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3409769777221352237.post-7614470738628267545</id><published>2009-09-11T19:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T20:09:21.674-05:00</updated><title type='text'>if I...</title><content type='html'>So yesterday, something quite amazing happened. I saved someones life. I was talking to a friend of mine. He doesn't live anywhere near me. And he was feeling just as I do. Sad, depressed... Etc etc. And one day he started our conversation like this "Today was good until a minute ago. Now I am seriously considering ending my life." So of course my initial response was: NO! And I ended up talking to him and calming him down until he was feeling more normal and relaxed. I felt like a real psycologist because I was saything things I would never say in a normal situation. I tend to do that when I get into something I really care about. So anyways he feels better now. And he thanks me every second for the things I said to him. This was one of them. "Even if life sucks, it is still amazing. Life is the greatest gift you will ever be given and why would you ever want to throw that away?" I surprised myself. And it is just the greatest feeling to know that someone will live today because of what you said to them. Because you made them realize their life is worth more than you'll ever know... It was a great feeling. It still is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3409769777221352237-7614470738628267545?l=lilyelliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/feeds/7614470738628267545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3409769777221352237&amp;postID=7614470738628267545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/7614470738628267545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/7614470738628267545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/2009/09/if-i.html' title='if I...'/><author><name>Lily Elliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856471794654192816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SpiughlU9xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QprsocZCyYw/S220/simple.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3409769777221352237.post-4839024467952154348</id><published>2009-09-09T19:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T19:11:47.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>neglected.</title><content type='html'>So school started today and I can honestly say I shouldn't have looked forward to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3409769777221352237-4839024467952154348?l=lilyelliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/feeds/4839024467952154348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3409769777221352237&amp;postID=4839024467952154348' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/4839024467952154348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/4839024467952154348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-school-started-today-and-i-can.html' title='neglected.'/><author><name>Lily Elliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856471794654192816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SpiughlU9xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QprsocZCyYw/S220/simple.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3409769777221352237.post-592981818676588483</id><published>2009-09-07T15:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T15:12:32.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'>this couldn't be more unexpected.</title><content type='html'>I don't know what it is about mad tv that makes me laugh from my toes. &lt;br /&gt;I don't know what it is about Dr. Pepper that makes it taste so sweet even after the 15th can.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what it is about reading that makes me do it all night long.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what it is about my bed that keeps me safe from the monster underneath.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what it is about crayons that makes me want to colour outside the lines&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what it is about my family that makes me love them more each second.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what it is about music that makes me want to sing&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what it is about my brother that makes me want to punch him in the noes.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what it is about you that makes me want to stop moving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know,  but it's okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3409769777221352237-592981818676588483?l=lilyelliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/feeds/592981818676588483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3409769777221352237&amp;postID=592981818676588483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/592981818676588483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/592981818676588483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-couldnt-be-more-unexpected.html' title='this couldn&apos;t be more unexpected.'/><author><name>Lily Elliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856471794654192816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SpiughlU9xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QprsocZCyYw/S220/simple.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3409769777221352237.post-3088637981125608808</id><published>2009-09-05T22:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T22:29:15.671-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Change without love.</title><content type='html'>It is quite amazing how fast things can change. I sit in my room, day after day, exploring the thought process or colouring with crayons, and the next day, I wake up brand new. Not in a good way, nor in bad. Just different. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So school is approaching. I start on the ninth and I can honestly say I look forward to it. I love school but does the good cancel out the bad? No. But I love school none the less. It will be, for the lack of a better word, an adventure. New people, new teachers, new courses, an most importantly, new experiences. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I don't like change. But I don't want everything to stay the same. It's so simple.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3409769777221352237-3088637981125608808?l=lilyelliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/feeds/3088637981125608808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3409769777221352237&amp;postID=3088637981125608808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/3088637981125608808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/3088637981125608808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/2009/09/change-without-love.html' title='Change without love.'/><author><name>Lily Elliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856471794654192816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SpiughlU9xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QprsocZCyYw/S220/simple.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3409769777221352237.post-2449759320665564863</id><published>2009-08-29T01:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T01:15:10.228-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The step and the walk</title><content type='html'>And the lack of update has an excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I updated my about me. Not that it matters but to me it is important.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3409769777221352237-2449759320665564863?l=lilyelliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/feeds/2449759320665564863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3409769777221352237&amp;postID=2449759320665564863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/2449759320665564863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/2449759320665564863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/2009/08/step-and-walk.html' title='The step and the walk'/><author><name>Lily Elliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856471794654192816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SpiughlU9xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QprsocZCyYw/S220/simple.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3409769777221352237.post-7827072641617407960</id><published>2009-08-10T22:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T22:07:58.412-05:00</updated><title type='text'>anais nin ii</title><content type='html'>Her quotes, i feel i can relate to, in some way or another:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This diary is my kief, hashish, and opium pipe. This is my drug and my vice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I postpone death by living, by suffering, by error, by risking, by giving, by losing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Each friend represents a world in us, a world not possibly born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger as reason. I am so thirsty for the marvelous that only the marvelous has power over me. Anything I cannot transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesn't impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Something is always born of excess: great art was born of great terror, great loneliness, great inhibitions, instabilities, and it always balances them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dreams are necessary to life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"People living deeply have no fear of death."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3409769777221352237-7827072641617407960?l=lilyelliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/feeds/7827072641617407960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3409769777221352237&amp;postID=7827072641617407960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/7827072641617407960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/7827072641617407960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/2009/08/anais-nin-ii.html' title='anais nin ii'/><author><name>Lily Elliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856471794654192816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SpiughlU9xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QprsocZCyYw/S220/simple.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3409769777221352237.post-1575390381391896063</id><published>2009-08-10T21:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T22:01:18.159-05:00</updated><title type='text'>anais nin</title><content type='html'>"Each friend represents a world in us, a world not possibly born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born." - Anais Nin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there's this one world&lt;br /&gt;i want to live in,&lt;br /&gt;but i fear it's coming down.&lt;br /&gt;and its killing me.&lt;br /&gt;over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;it is impossible to find solace.&lt;br /&gt;and the when the day comes&lt;br /&gt;when i rebuild every broken road,&lt;br /&gt;i will hold your hand&lt;br /&gt;and together we will dive into the infinity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it will be okay, we will feel happy, and life will go on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3409769777221352237-1575390381391896063?l=lilyelliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/feeds/1575390381391896063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3409769777221352237&amp;postID=1575390381391896063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/1575390381391896063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/1575390381391896063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/2009/08/anais-nin.html' title='anais nin'/><author><name>Lily Elliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856471794654192816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SpiughlU9xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QprsocZCyYw/S220/simple.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3409769777221352237.post-5398046247470345470</id><published>2009-08-04T18:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T19:43:14.719-05:00</updated><title type='text'>yourghost</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So it has been a stressful and emotional week for me so i am definitely enjoying my downtime in my pyjamas and doing close to nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I have been watching Big Brother ONE! Because I have an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;addiction&lt;/span&gt; to the show and was never able to get enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I get head aches all the time. It is unpleasant.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am going crazy in ways that are hard to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Big Brother 1 theme song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Everyone is looking for some tenderness.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;No one's born to live this life alone.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Everyone is special, special in their own way.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Everyone is looking for the guiding hand&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cause we all love to stay alive.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Everyone is searching for the diamond inside.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Live, 'cause we're living today&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Feel the thrill of life and don't be afraid&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Live, be a part of the chain&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;The chain that can tie us together again&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Everyone's the center of their universe&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Everyone is born a lonely star&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;No one can be perfect&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;We can only be who we are&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Live, 'cause we're living today&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Feel the thrill of life and don't be afraid&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Live, be a part of the chain&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;The chain that can tie us together again&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;We criticize each other&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;when we should be building bridges.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;We are so judgmental&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;to the people on the streets&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Where life is not worth living&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;where there's no one you can turn to&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;So we should be building bridges&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;for the sake of you and me...&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Live, 'cause we're living today&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Feel the thrill of life and don't be afraid&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Live, be a part of the chain&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;The chain that can tie us together again...&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Everyone is looking for some tenderness...&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3409769777221352237-5398046247470345470?l=lilyelliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/feeds/5398046247470345470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3409769777221352237&amp;postID=5398046247470345470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/5398046247470345470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/5398046247470345470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/2009/08/yourghost.html' title='yourghost'/><author><name>Lily Elliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856471794654192816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SpiughlU9xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QprsocZCyYw/S220/simple.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3409769777221352237.post-5911387600287506869</id><published>2009-07-26T22:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T22:34:34.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'>happy is happy. try it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the day came&lt;br /&gt;when the risk to remain tight in a bud&lt;br /&gt;was more painful than&lt;br /&gt;the risk it took to&lt;br /&gt;blossom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3409769777221352237-5911387600287506869?l=lilyelliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/feeds/5911387600287506869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3409769777221352237&amp;postID=5911387600287506869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/5911387600287506869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/5911387600287506869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-is-happy-try-it.html' title='happy is happy. try it.'/><author><name>Lily Elliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856471794654192816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SpiughlU9xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QprsocZCyYw/S220/simple.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3409769777221352237.post-1658955251859902110</id><published>2009-07-08T22:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T22:46:37.354-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sad songs and sing alongs</title><content type='html'>i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you were never here in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange cases of nostalgia:&lt;br /&gt;it feels like I'm longing for someone who doesn't exist. But you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes sense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;i know what im talking about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3409769777221352237-1658955251859902110?l=lilyelliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/feeds/1658955251859902110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3409769777221352237&amp;postID=1658955251859902110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/1658955251859902110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/1658955251859902110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/2009/07/sad-songs-and-sing-alongs.html' title='sad songs and sing alongs'/><author><name>Lily Elliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856471794654192816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SpiughlU9xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QprsocZCyYw/S220/simple.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3409769777221352237.post-2657879354958740315</id><published>2009-07-06T19:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T22:02:28.534-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Overheard everywhere</title><content type='html'>So I stumbled upon this website by accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just love when that happens?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it is hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.overheardeverywhere.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People just hear random shit and post it there and it is funny! like this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PA: Paging arriving passenger Juan Sanchez from Mexico City. Please return to gate B4 to retrieve your piñata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3409769777221352237-2657879354958740315?l=lilyelliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/feeds/2657879354958740315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3409769777221352237&amp;postID=2657879354958740315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/2657879354958740315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/2657879354958740315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/2009/07/overheard-everywhere.html' title='Overheard everywhere'/><author><name>Lily Elliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856471794654192816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SpiughlU9xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QprsocZCyYw/S220/simple.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3409769777221352237.post-2087560346219510413</id><published>2009-06-29T00:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T00:17:45.998-05:00</updated><title type='text'>this is how we are broken</title><content type='html'>it doesn't just &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;emotionally&lt;/span&gt; hurt anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;physically&lt;/span&gt; now too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;b u r n s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3409769777221352237-2087560346219510413?l=lilyelliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/feeds/2087560346219510413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3409769777221352237&amp;postID=2087560346219510413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/2087560346219510413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/2087560346219510413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/2009/06/it-burns.html' title='this is how we are broken'/><author><name>Lily Elliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856471794654192816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SpiughlU9xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QprsocZCyYw/S220/simple.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3409769777221352237.post-5960650924689821798</id><published>2009-06-22T22:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T22:09:22.769-05:00</updated><title type='text'>stick a fork in me, im done</title><content type='html'>So today I took a quiz on facebook (i know right?) and it was about 'What your eyes say" and this was my result:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad Eyes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes tell the world that you are always sad. You are a deeper thinker than anyone knows. You always look at everything in a depressing manner and no matter what your eyes will never smile. You are always thinking about something other than what everyone is saying. You usually say little or nothing at all. You are not in many sports and hate everyone. You are usually found in your room or in the closet writing depressing poems and books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I thought of my results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number one:&lt;br /&gt;How do you fucking know me so well? That is me. DAMN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number two:&lt;br /&gt;When a quiz on facebook starts defining who i am, something is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the quiz isn't all right. There is something i will smile for. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No i don't mean &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; I mean the one who kills me. Ya &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do i bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be a fighter before i met you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3409769777221352237-5960650924689821798?l=lilyelliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/feeds/5960650924689821798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3409769777221352237&amp;postID=5960650924689821798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/5960650924689821798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/5960650924689821798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/2009/06/stick-fork-in-me-im-done.html' title='stick a fork in me, im done'/><author><name>Lily Elliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856471794654192816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SpiughlU9xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QprsocZCyYw/S220/simple.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3409769777221352237.post-5045658442847862621</id><published>2009-06-21T16:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T16:26:47.672-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream/Nightmare contest</title><content type='html'>I have decided to do it. I published my first piece not five minutes ago. Here is a link: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://imagination-x.deviantart.com/art/When-parts-of-you-die-126742169 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Hope you enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3409769777221352237-5045658442847862621?l=lilyelliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/feeds/5045658442847862621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3409769777221352237&amp;postID=5045658442847862621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/5045658442847862621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/5045658442847862621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/2009/06/dreamnightmare-contest.html' title='Dream/Nightmare contest'/><author><name>Lily Elliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856471794654192816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SpiughlU9xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QprsocZCyYw/S220/simple.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3409769777221352237.post-2419421613874496522</id><published>2009-06-20T20:17:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T20:31:30.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'>when all is said and done</title><content type='html'>Well hi there. It has been awhile. So let me tell you about all of the things i have done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number one: Stress&lt;br /&gt;I have had exams the past week and they have nearly killed me. I studied so hard and did my best and then they were super easy and i had nothing to worry about. Damn. Also school is over and i don't know how i feel about it. Damn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number two: Poetry maybe.&lt;br /&gt;I have been lagging in the poetry field. I have done several works that i am not entirely disgusted of, but i guess that is better than none. I think i will enter a contest over deviant art and publish my first works online. I will have a link on here as soon as possible. But again i am not entirely sure. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number three: My latest project&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping to start a clothing company online of completely original designs made by yours truly. I have already planned several designs and am quite excited. But it will take work, money, and time like everything else. Damn. I can't really spend money right now due to the fact that i am in travel group at my school and we are going to Italy/Greece and I am pumped! But it takes money. Welcome to my crossroads. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number four: Bjork&lt;br /&gt;I love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure that is all for now. Until next time.&lt;br /&gt;-Lily Elliot&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3409769777221352237-2419421613874496522?l=lilyelliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/feeds/2419421613874496522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3409769777221352237&amp;postID=2419421613874496522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/2419421613874496522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/2419421613874496522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-all-is-said-and-done.html' title='when all is said and done'/><author><name>Lily Elliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856471794654192816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SpiughlU9xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QprsocZCyYw/S220/simple.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3409769777221352237.post-8305045613513381846</id><published>2009-05-25T19:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T19:18:47.771-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bright Ideas - Laswell</title><content type='html'>Back down off the sun&lt;br /&gt;I need a light to tell the time&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure the sky wants its black back&lt;br /&gt;Air attack&lt;br /&gt;So in love with the view&lt;br /&gt;You bombast&lt;br /&gt;It's just like a sunburn&lt;br /&gt;But contagious&lt;br /&gt;You really are outrageous&lt;br /&gt;When you've got&lt;br /&gt;Your bright ideas on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I believe you when you say that the mail is killing you&lt;br /&gt;Cause I believe the mail-man is slowly killing me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ease up on your mouth&lt;br /&gt;I can't make any words out&lt;br /&gt;The fruitflies all buzzing out&lt;br /&gt;Man, what are you getting to?&lt;br /&gt;You may be right&lt;br /&gt;And I may be wrong&lt;br /&gt;I know that you've got to&lt;br /&gt;Hang your bright ideas on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I believe you when you say that the mail is killing you&lt;br /&gt;Cause I believe the mail-man is slowly killing me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may say&lt;br /&gt;I'm not here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3409769777221352237-8305045613513381846?l=lilyelliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/feeds/8305045613513381846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3409769777221352237&amp;postID=8305045613513381846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/8305045613513381846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/8305045613513381846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/2009/05/bright-ideas-laswell.html' title='Bright Ideas - Laswell'/><author><name>Lily Elliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856471794654192816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SpiughlU9xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QprsocZCyYw/S220/simple.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3409769777221352237.post-864283972425491750</id><published>2009-05-13T16:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T17:13:33.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When infinity dies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SgtGCGpxjZI/AAAAAAAAAG4/H_wWTAKX7AA/s1600-h/Chasing_pavements_by_iNeedChemicalX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SgtGCGpxjZI/AAAAAAAAAG4/H_wWTAKX7AA/s320/Chasing_pavements_by_iNeedChemicalX.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335435185509993874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today at lunch time, I walked home in the pouring rain.&lt;br /&gt;It didn't help that it was windy as hell either...&lt;br /&gt;Crazy you ask?&lt;br /&gt;Possibly...&lt;br /&gt;Insane?&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely.&lt;br /&gt;It may have been many things but one thing I am sure of is...&lt;br /&gt;That it was the best thing I have ever done.&lt;br /&gt;I can't really explain it to you...&lt;br /&gt;But I felt so infinite.&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in my life I felt infinite.&lt;br /&gt;And it felt amazing.&lt;br /&gt;The rain was pelting my face and the wind was ruffling my hair&lt;br /&gt;I was soaked from head to toe&lt;br /&gt;When I returned from my adventure,&lt;br /&gt;I had the biggest smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;It's the biggest smile on my face in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;I felt brand new.&lt;br /&gt;It was just too amazing for words,&lt;br /&gt;but I had to try...&lt;br /&gt;I loved every minute of it&lt;br /&gt;But&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the bus for Moosejaw left today.&lt;br /&gt;You were on it.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I had lost you already&lt;br /&gt;I knew that hurt like hell&lt;br /&gt;but this is a new kind of pain.&lt;br /&gt;It's never hurt so much before.&lt;br /&gt;And you were right there.&lt;br /&gt;As I approached my locker&lt;br /&gt;You were right there at arms length&lt;br /&gt;I wanted&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;Needed to say something&lt;br /&gt;but there was nothing that I wanted to say&lt;br /&gt;That would have made you stay with me.&lt;br /&gt;So you left&lt;br /&gt;And I guess a part of me did too.&lt;br /&gt;For the first time ever &lt;br /&gt;I was biting back sobs&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted to cry&lt;br /&gt;Not only for you&lt;br /&gt;but for me &lt;br /&gt;because I felt like I should have said something&lt;br /&gt;And now I regret it with every bone in my body&lt;br /&gt;for me this is a brand new gone.&lt;br /&gt;The funny part is they will be back Friday&lt;br /&gt;If so, Then why does it hurt so much?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3409769777221352237-864283972425491750?l=lilyelliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/feeds/864283972425491750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3409769777221352237&amp;postID=864283972425491750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/864283972425491750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/864283972425491750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-infinity-dies.html' title='When infinity dies'/><author><name>Lily Elliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856471794654192816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SpiughlU9xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QprsocZCyYw/S220/simple.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SgtGCGpxjZI/AAAAAAAAAG4/H_wWTAKX7AA/s72-c/Chasing_pavements_by_iNeedChemicalX.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3409769777221352237.post-2678425213694406510</id><published>2009-04-26T20:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T20:23:02.781-05:00</updated><title type='text'>isabella, stand a little bit taller</title><content type='html'>I still feel like shit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I am waiting for you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3409769777221352237-2678425213694406510?l=lilyelliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/feeds/2678425213694406510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3409769777221352237&amp;postID=2678425213694406510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/2678425213694406510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/2678425213694406510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/2009/04/isabella-stand-little-bit-taller.html' title='isabella, stand a little bit taller'/><author><name>Lily Elliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856471794654192816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SpiughlU9xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QprsocZCyYw/S220/simple.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3409769777221352237.post-6181504170859824925</id><published>2009-04-16T21:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T21:14:15.694-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i am sincerely sorry</title><content type='html'>I feel like such a downer lately. I hope you understand that that is normally not who i am. I love to look at the world like i am seeing everything for the first or last time. But lately I have just been feeling numb. More sad than ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry if i brought you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3409769777221352237-6181504170859824925?l=lilyelliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/feeds/6181504170859824925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3409769777221352237&amp;postID=6181504170859824925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/6181504170859824925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/6181504170859824925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-sincerely-sorry.html' title='i am sincerely sorry'/><author><name>Lily Elliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856471794654192816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SpiughlU9xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QprsocZCyYw/S220/simple.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3409769777221352237.post-8623954578382595621</id><published>2009-04-16T21:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T21:09:33.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You spelt Caesar wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its Caesar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not Ceaser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3409769777221352237-8623954578382595621?l=lilyelliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/feeds/8623954578382595621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3409769777221352237&amp;postID=8623954578382595621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/8623954578382595621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/8623954578382595621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-spelt-caesar-wrong-its-caesar-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Lily Elliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856471794654192816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SpiughlU9xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QprsocZCyYw/S220/simple.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3409769777221352237.post-6589362660064722327</id><published>2009-04-16T20:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T21:05:30.941-05:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks for watching as I fall</title><content type='html'>I tried to burn my homework last night, &lt;br /&gt;the world had become a little less happier.&lt;br /&gt;Today i went for a haircut in the city, and the man who would always stand at the corner and sing about Jesus wasn't there. &lt;br /&gt;The world had become a little less happier. &lt;br /&gt;I saw some people I knew who used to be my good friends (which shouldn't be the case) were walking to the movies, I thought I should be with them. I think it's my fault.&lt;br /&gt;the world had become a little less happier.&lt;br /&gt;I went roller-blading today ( which i do everyday) and i fell..&lt;br /&gt;The world had become a little less happier&lt;br /&gt;Keys to the VIP just came on&lt;br /&gt;The world had become a little less happier.&lt;br /&gt;One of the guys on that show's name is Peaches&lt;br /&gt;The world just got a little less happier.&lt;br /&gt;I can't find my remote&lt;br /&gt;The world just became a little less happier&lt;br /&gt;I found it.&lt;br /&gt;The world just became a little happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading. Or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3409769777221352237-6589362660064722327?l=lilyelliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/feeds/6589362660064722327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3409769777221352237&amp;postID=6589362660064722327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/6589362660064722327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/6589362660064722327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/2009/04/thanks-for-watching-as-i-fall.html' title='thanks for watching as I fall'/><author><name>Lily Elliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856471794654192816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SpiughlU9xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QprsocZCyYw/S220/simple.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3409769777221352237.post-1499064089140519040</id><published>2009-04-05T00:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T21:06:53.947-05:00</updated><title type='text'>latin</title><content type='html'>i have decided that i will start teaching myself Latin....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I care you ask? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shut up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3409769777221352237-1499064089140519040?l=lilyelliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/feeds/1499064089140519040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3409769777221352237&amp;postID=1499064089140519040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/1499064089140519040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/1499064089140519040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/2009/04/latin.html' title='latin'/><author><name>Lily Elliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856471794654192816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SpiughlU9xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QprsocZCyYw/S220/simple.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3409769777221352237.post-9136999171144304294</id><published>2009-04-01T21:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T21:04:21.209-05:00</updated><title type='text'>birthdays</title><content type='html'>Mother nature,&lt;br /&gt;please stop dropping your dandruff&lt;br /&gt;into my garden.&lt;br /&gt;Try head and shoulders&lt;br /&gt;would you please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3409769777221352237-9136999171144304294?l=lilyelliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/feeds/9136999171144304294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3409769777221352237&amp;postID=9136999171144304294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/9136999171144304294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/9136999171144304294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/2009/04/birthdays.html' title='birthdays'/><author><name>Lily Elliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856471794654192816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SpiughlU9xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QprsocZCyYw/S220/simple.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3409769777221352237.post-7171925061161735577</id><published>2009-03-29T00:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T00:12:11.287-05:00</updated><title type='text'>bob saget... go away</title><content type='html'>Habbo Hotel is just a online dating service for VERY sad loners. Sorry if I offended anyone who plays habbo... I just needed to get that off my chest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3409769777221352237-7171925061161735577?l=lilyelliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/feeds/7171925061161735577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3409769777221352237&amp;postID=7171925061161735577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/7171925061161735577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/7171925061161735577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/2009/03/bob-saget-go-away.html' title='bob saget... go away'/><author><name>Lily Elliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856471794654192816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SpiughlU9xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QprsocZCyYw/S220/simple.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3409769777221352237.post-2013492923122024500</id><published>2009-03-26T20:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T23:26:31.385-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DaysWithMyFather</title><content type='html'>Its things like this that really make you appreciate life and art. This is a beautiful story by Phillip Toledano. Please read it and then pass it down. It is a truly wonderful story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.dayswithmyfather.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3409769777221352237-2013492923122024500?l=lilyelliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/feeds/2013492923122024500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3409769777221352237&amp;postID=2013492923122024500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/2013492923122024500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/2013492923122024500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/2009/03/dayswithmyfather.html' title='DaysWithMyFather'/><author><name>Lily Elliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856471794654192816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SpiughlU9xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QprsocZCyYw/S220/simple.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3409769777221352237.post-7121794872975911589</id><published>2009-03-26T19:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T19:37:13.618-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday</title><content type='html'>This is just my opinion but i hate Thursdays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursdays are just reminders that it isn't Friday yet. Plus you are getting tired of work/school. One day until spring break. The only upside.... Have fun kids&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3409769777221352237-7121794872975911589?l=lilyelliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/feeds/7121794872975911589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3409769777221352237&amp;postID=7121794872975911589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/7121794872975911589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/7121794872975911589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/2009/03/thursday.html' title='Thursday'/><author><name>Lily Elliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856471794654192816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SpiughlU9xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QprsocZCyYw/S220/simple.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3409769777221352237.post-5111226845836556894</id><published>2009-03-17T20:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T20:40:59.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DeviantArt</title><content type='html'>YOU mean the WORLD to someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on DeviantArt today and i found that quote above and i felt so much better. If you don't know what deviant art is check it out. I love it. Art, poetry, animation, and more. It's so amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you need is a computer and a soul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3409769777221352237-5111226845836556894?l=lilyelliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/feeds/5111226845836556894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3409769777221352237&amp;postID=5111226845836556894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/5111226845836556894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/5111226845836556894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/2009/03/deviantart.html' title='DeviantArt'/><author><name>Lily Elliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856471794654192816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SpiughlU9xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QprsocZCyYw/S220/simple.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3409769777221352237.post-3007403606977433729</id><published>2009-03-16T19:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:08:25.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh! The places you'll go!</title><content type='html'>I think I have posted this before but if you haven't read it... Please do. It is Oh! The places you'll go! By DR.Suess Yes The whole book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the Places You'll Go! Congratulations! Today is your day. You're off to Great Places! You're off and away! You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes You can steer yourself any direction you choose. You're on your own. And you know what you know. And YOU are the guy who'll decide where to go. You'll look up and down streets. Look 'em over with care. About some you will say, "I don't choose to go there." With your head full of brains and your shoes full of feet, you're too smart to go down any not-so-good street. And you may not find any you'll want to go down. In that case, of course, you'll head straight out of town. It's opener there in the wide open air. Out there things can happen and frequently do to people as brainy and footsy as you. And when things start to happen, don't worry. Don't stew. Just go right along. You'll start happening too. OH! THE PLACES YOU'LL GO! You'll be on your way up! You'll be seeing great sights! You'll join the high fliers who soar to high heights. You won't lag behind, because you'll have the speed. You'll pass the whole gang and you'll soon take the lead. Wherever you fly, you'll be the best of the best. Wherever you go, you will top all the rest. Except when you don' t Because, sometimes, you won't. I'm sorry to say so but, sadly, it's true and Hang-ups can happen to you. You can get all hung up in a prickle-ly perch. And your gang will fly on. You'll be left in a Lurch. You'll come down from the Lurch with an unpleasant bump. And the chances are, then, that you'll be in a Slump. And when you're in a Slump, you're not in for much fun. Un-slumping yourself is not easily done. You will come to a place where the streets are not marked. Some windows are lighted. But mostly they're darked. A place you could sprain both you elbow and chin! Do you dare to stay out? Do you dare to go in? How much can you lose? How much can you win? And IF you go in, should you turn left or right... or right-and-three-quarters? Or, maybe, not quite? Or go around back and sneak in from behind? Simple it's not, I'm afraid you will find, for a mind-maker-upper to make up his mind. You can get so confused that you'll start in to race down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space, headed, I fear, toward a most useless place. The Waiting Place... ...for people just waiting. Waiting for a train to go or a bus to come, or a plane to go or the mail to come, or the rain to go or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow or waiting around for a Yes or a No or waiting for their hair to grow. Everyone is just waiting. Waiting for the fish to bite or waiting for wind to fly a kite or waiting around for Friday night or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake or a pot to boil, or a Better Break or a sting of pearls, or a pair of pants or a wig with curls, or Another Chance. Everyone is just waiting. NO! That's not for you! Somehow you'll escape all that waiting and staying. You'll find the bright places where Boom Bands are playing. With banner flip-flapping, once more you'll ride high! Ready for anything under the sky. Ready because you're that kind of a guy! Oh, the places you'll go! There is fun to be done! There are points to be scored. there are games to be won. And the magical things you can do with that ball will make you the winning-est winner of all. Fame! You'll be famous as famous can be, with the whole wide world watching you win on TV. Except when they don't. Because, sometimes, they won't. I'm afraid that some times you'll play lonely games too. Games you can't win 'cause you'll play against you. All Alone! Whether you like it or not, Alone will be something you'll be quite a lot. And when you're alone, there's a very good chance you'll meet things that scare you right out of your pants. There are some, down the road between hither and yon, that can scare you so much you won't want to go on. But on you will go though the weather be foul On you will go though your enemies prowl On you will go though the Hakken-Kraks howl Onward up many a frightening creek, though your arms may get sore and your sneakers may leak. On and on you will hike and I know you'll hike far and face up to your problems whatever they are. You'll get mixed up, of course, as you already know. You'll get mixed up with many strange birds as you go. So be sure when you step. Step with care and great tact and remember that Life's a Great Balancing Act. Just never forget to be dexterous and deft. And never mix up your right foot with your left. And will you succeed? Yes! You will, indeed! (98 and 3 / 4 percent guaranteed.) KID, YOU'LL MOVE MOUNTAINS! So... be your name Buxbaum or Bixby or Bray or Mordecai Ali Van Allen O'Shea, you're off to Great Places! Today is your day! Your mountain is waiting. So...get on your way! ---Dr. Seuss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3409769777221352237-3007403606977433729?l=lilyelliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/feeds/3007403606977433729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3409769777221352237&amp;postID=3007403606977433729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/3007403606977433729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/3007403606977433729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-places-youll-go.html' title='Oh! The places you&apos;ll go!'/><author><name>Lily Elliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856471794654192816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SpiughlU9xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QprsocZCyYw/S220/simple.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3409769777221352237.post-1068657366922207052</id><published>2009-03-15T00:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T00:15:48.201-05:00</updated><title type='text'>someone needs to shut Russel Brand up.</title><content type='html'>I've been going crazy waiting for that something that will never happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3409769777221352237-1068657366922207052?l=lilyelliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/feeds/1068657366922207052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3409769777221352237&amp;postID=1068657366922207052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/1068657366922207052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/1068657366922207052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/2009/03/someone-needs-to-shut-russel-brand-up.html' title='someone needs to shut Russel Brand up.'/><author><name>Lily Elliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856471794654192816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SpiughlU9xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QprsocZCyYw/S220/simple.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3409769777221352237.post-7125246117976270310</id><published>2009-03-12T17:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T20:45:21.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pontchartrain</title><content type='html'>I wish I was more interesting. I seriously have nothing interesting to say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come down to lake Pontchartrain&lt;br /&gt;rest your soul and feed your brain&lt;br /&gt;that's where you will get to see&lt;br /&gt;everything the water can be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3409769777221352237-7125246117976270310?l=lilyelliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/feeds/7125246117976270310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3409769777221352237&amp;postID=7125246117976270310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/7125246117976270310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/7125246117976270310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/2009/03/pontchsrtrain.html' title='Pontchartrain'/><author><name>Lily Elliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856471794654192816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SpiughlU9xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QprsocZCyYw/S220/simple.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3409769777221352237.post-247014749627049022</id><published>2009-03-06T20:12:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T20:28:20.301-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Today....</title><content type='html'>When I was walking back to school from lunch today and the most wonderful thing happened. I heard wind chimes. I always walk the same way so they must have just recently been put up. It was wonderful because it showed a bit of hope for the blandest of winter days. The gentle chimes had filled the air and sung with the wind. It was beautiful. I had to stop and listen. I wanted to thank the nice person who put them up. Also when i had ventured in to the middle of the open white field, i had notice that everything around me was quite magnificent as well. It seemed as if everything had been left undisturbed except for the path straight through the middle of the field. So I stepped off. Just so i could show myself I followed my own path. But was it ever beautiful. I wanted to take a picture. It looks so gloomy a disappointing when you first look out the window, but when you look harder, it's amazing at what you can see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3409769777221352237-247014749627049022?l=lilyelliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/feeds/247014749627049022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3409769777221352237&amp;postID=247014749627049022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/247014749627049022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/247014749627049022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/2009/03/today.html' title='Today....'/><author><name>Lily Elliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856471794654192816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SpiughlU9xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QprsocZCyYw/S220/simple.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3409769777221352237.post-2453696220311639942</id><published>2009-03-04T19:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T19:23:03.317-06:00</updated><title type='text'>These are simple questions...</title><content type='html'>...they have simple answers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3409769777221352237-2453696220311639942?l=lilyelliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/feeds/2453696220311639942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3409769777221352237&amp;postID=2453696220311639942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/2453696220311639942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/2453696220311639942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/2009/03/these-are-simple-questions.html' title='These are simple questions...'/><author><name>Lily Elliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856471794654192816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SpiughlU9xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QprsocZCyYw/S220/simple.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3409769777221352237.post-6283795787877944084</id><published>2009-03-04T18:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T19:22:20.437-06:00</updated><title type='text'>quotes</title><content type='html'>You have enemies? Good. That means you've stood up for something, sometime in your life&lt;br /&gt;Winston Churchill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never say more than is necessary.&lt;br /&gt;Richard Brinsley Sheridan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst thing you can try to do is cling to something that is gone, or to recreate it.&lt;br /&gt;Johnette Napolitano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3409769777221352237-6283795787877944084?l=lilyelliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/feeds/6283795787877944084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3409769777221352237&amp;postID=6283795787877944084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/6283795787877944084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/6283795787877944084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/2009/03/quotes.html' title='quotes'/><author><name>Lily Elliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856471794654192816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SpiughlU9xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QprsocZCyYw/S220/simple.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3409769777221352237.post-7854784898932311712</id><published>2009-03-02T20:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T23:41:10.208-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GetOverIt</title><content type='html'>I have taken over a pen name. I call my self Lily Elliot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3409769777221352237-7854784898932311712?l=lilyelliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/feeds/7854784898932311712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3409769777221352237&amp;postID=7854784898932311712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/7854784898932311712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/7854784898932311712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/2009/03/newname.html' title='GetOverIt'/><author><name>Lily Elliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856471794654192816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SpiughlU9xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QprsocZCyYw/S220/simple.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3409769777221352237.post-2929184978608180529</id><published>2009-03-02T18:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:09:10.764-06:00</updated><title type='text'>LoveMeDead</title><content type='html'>Haven't posted in a while. I have nothing to say. I have been writing. And stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High maintenance means&lt;br /&gt;you're a gluttonous queen&lt;br /&gt;narcissistic and mean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3409769777221352237-2929184978608180529?l=lilyelliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/feeds/2929184978608180529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3409769777221352237&amp;postID=2929184978608180529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/2929184978608180529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/2929184978608180529'/><link rel='alternate' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SpiughlU9xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QprsocZCyYw/S220/simple.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3409769777221352237.post-6586826741076716641</id><published>2009-02-25T19:45:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T20:00:56.131-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Shadow Boy and Dream Girl by Jude Skylar</title><content type='html'>I found this on deviant art and it put me nearly to tears&lt;br /&gt;http://septemberbreeze.deviantart.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy with black wings flies high above,&lt;br /&gt;Searching for someone to call his true love.&lt;br /&gt;His hands slice gracefully through the air,&lt;br /&gt;His heart beats quickly without a care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl with brown eyes sits below on the ground,&lt;br /&gt;Feeding the birds and not making a sound.&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes blink slowly as if holding in words,&lt;br /&gt;Hateful sentences that are nothing but absurd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy sees her sorrow and soars to below,&lt;br /&gt;He lands by her side and whispers a hello.&lt;br /&gt;Her masterpiece smile sends him into tears,&lt;br /&gt;And she holds him tightly to get rid of her fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He grabs her shaking hands and looks into her eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Telling her stories of the beauty of the sky.&lt;br /&gt;He pulls her closely and jumps up towards the sun,&lt;br /&gt;Flying to the place where her life had begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever together in a world so afar,&lt;br /&gt;The boy who's an angel and the girl that's a star.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3409769777221352237-6586826741076716641?l=lilyelliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/feeds/6586826741076716641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3409769777221352237&amp;postID=6586826741076716641' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/6586826741076716641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/6586826741076716641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/2009/02/shadow-boy-and-dream-girl.html' title='Shadow Boy and Dream Girl by Jude Skylar'/><author><name>Lily Elliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856471794654192816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SpiughlU9xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QprsocZCyYw/S220/simple.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3409769777221352237.post-1393900728685464455</id><published>2009-02-24T19:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T19:58:49.613-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Cream Soda</title><content type='html'>Well every highway that I go down seems to be longer than the last one that I knew about, oh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And every girl that I walk around seems to be more of an illusion than the last one I found, oh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this old man in front of me&lt;br /&gt;wearing canes and ruby rings&lt;br /&gt;It's like a tame explosion when he sings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With every change to set himself on fire, he just keeps doing the same thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well each beautiful thing I come across tells me to stop moving and shake this riddle off, oh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a time when all i wanted was my ice cream cold and a little cream soda, oh well, oh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a wooden box and an alley full of rocks was all i had to care about, oh well, oh well, oh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my mind is filled with rubber tires and forest fires and whether I'm a liar and lots of other situations where I don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;At which time God screams to me&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing left for me to tell you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing left for me to tell you&lt;br /&gt;Nothing left&lt;br /&gt;Oh well&lt;br /&gt;Oh well&lt;br /&gt;Oh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well&lt;br /&gt;Oh well&lt;br /&gt;Oh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3409769777221352237-1393900728685464455?l=lilyelliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SpiughlU9xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QprsocZCyYw/S220/simple.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3409769777221352237.post-8102589998615662152</id><published>2009-02-23T19:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T19:27:41.572-06:00</updated><title type='text'>thebeginningistheendisthebeginning</title><content type='html'>Send a heartbeat to&lt;br /&gt;The void that cries through you&lt;br /&gt;Relive the pictures that have come to pass&lt;br /&gt;For now we stand alone&lt;br /&gt;The world is lost and blown&lt;br /&gt;And we are flesh and blood disintegrate&lt;br /&gt;With no more to hate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it bright where you are&lt;br /&gt;And Have the people changed&lt;br /&gt;Does it make you happy you're so strange&lt;br /&gt;And in your darkest hour&lt;br /&gt;Now all secrets fade&lt;br /&gt;We can watch the world devoured in its pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delivered from the blast&lt;br /&gt;The last of a line of lasts&lt;br /&gt;The pale princess of a palace cracked&lt;br /&gt;And now the kingdom comes&lt;br /&gt;Crashing down undone&lt;br /&gt;And I am a master of a nothing place&lt;br /&gt;Of recoil and grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it bright where you are&lt;br /&gt;And Have the people changed&lt;br /&gt;Does it make you happy you're so strange&lt;br /&gt;And in your darkest hour&lt;br /&gt;Now all secrets fade&lt;br /&gt;We can watch the world devoured in its pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time has stopped before us&lt;br /&gt;The sky cannot ignore us&lt;br /&gt;No one can separate us&lt;br /&gt;For we are all that is left&lt;br /&gt;The echo bounces off me&lt;br /&gt;The shadow lost beside me&lt;br /&gt;There's no more need to pretend&lt;br /&gt;Cause now I can begin again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it bright where you are&lt;br /&gt;And Have the people changed&lt;br /&gt;Does it make you happy you're so strange&lt;br /&gt;And in your darkest hour&lt;br /&gt;Now all secrets fade&lt;br /&gt;We can watch the world devoured in its pain&lt;br /&gt;Strange&lt;br /&gt;Strange&lt;br /&gt;Strange&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3409769777221352237-8102589998615662152?l=lilyelliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/feeds/8102589998615662152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3409769777221352237&amp;postID=8102589998615662152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/8102589998615662152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/8102589998615662152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/2009/02/thebeginningistheendisthebeginning.html' title='thebeginningistheendisthebeginning'/><author><name>Lily Elliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856471794654192816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SpiughlU9xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QprsocZCyYw/S220/simple.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3409769777221352237.post-6062354840583358197</id><published>2009-02-22T00:35:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T00:37:32.478-06:00</updated><title type='text'>THESCREAM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SaDyV6uUVjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/5133vm3HrSI/s1600-h/TheScream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SaDyV6uUVjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/5133vm3HrSI/s320/TheScream.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305506819397146162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking along a path with two friends—the sun was setting—suddenly the sky turned blood red—I paused, feeling exhausted, and leaned on the fence—there was blood and tongues of fire above the blue-black fjord and the city—my friends walked on, and I stood there trembling with anxiety—and I sensed an infinite scream passing through nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3409769777221352237-6062354840583358197?l=lilyelliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/feeds/6062354840583358197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SaDyV6uUVjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/5133vm3HrSI/s72-c/TheScream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3409769777221352237.post-3265331362665963990</id><published>2009-02-21T23:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T00:34:27.728-06:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimesthingspeoplesayareokay</title><content type='html'>"Stress is when you wake up screaming and you realize you haven't fallen asleep yet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life is 10% what happens to you and 90% how you respond to it." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Under all speech that is good for anything, there is a silence that is better. Silence is deep as eternity, speech as shallow as time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up." - Pablo Picasso &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The only time a goodbye is painful is when you know you'll never say hello again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you cry because the sun has left your life, your tears will prevent you from seeing the stars."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To imagine is everything, to know is nothing at all." - Anatole France&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"The eyes are the windows to the soul; if you look into them long enough, one's true self is revealed." - Nicole Dawson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"I love to be alone. I never found the companion that was so companionable as solitude." - Henry David Thoreau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I never let schooling interfere with my education." - Mark Twain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: It goes on." - Robert Frost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are only what you are when no one is looking" - Robert C. Edwards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you want to be happy, be."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The man who never reads will never be read; he who never quotes will never be quoted. He who will not use the thoughts of other men's brains proves that he has no brains of his own." - Charles Haddon Spurgeon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One ought, every day at least, to hear a little song, read a good poem, see a fine picture and, if possible, speak a few reasonable words." - Johann Wolfgang von Goethe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you can't get rid of the skeleton in your closet, you'd best teach it to dance." - George Bernard Shaw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not all those who wander are lost."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The way I see it, if you want a rainbow you have to put up with the rain."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I find I always have to write something on a steamed mirror." - Elaine Dundy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Better by far you should forget and smile. Than that you should remember and be sad." - Christina Rossetti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Time you enjoy waisting is not time waisted."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look at everything as though you were seeing it either for the first or last time. Then your time on earth will be filled with glory." - Betty Smith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here's to the crazy ones, the misfits, the rebels, the troublemakers, the round pegs in a square hole, the ones who see things differently. They're not fond of rules, and they have no respect for the status quo.You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them. About the only thing you can't do is ignore them, because they change things. They push the human race forward, and while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius, because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, and are the ones who'll do it."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3409769777221352237-3265331362665963990?l=lilyelliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/feeds/3265331362665963990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3409769777221352237&amp;postID=3265331362665963990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/3265331362665963990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/3265331362665963990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/2009/02/sometimesthingspeoplesayareokay.html' title='sometimesthingspeoplesayareokay'/><author><name>Lily Elliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856471794654192816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SpiughlU9xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QprsocZCyYw/S220/simple.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3409769777221352237.post-1179596688985930220</id><published>2009-02-20T23:46:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T19:45:06.305-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Potential</title><content type='html'>I found a poem online that had much potential. it was written buy some depressed emo girl. The end part only talked about cutting her self. But i turned it in to an emotional poem. The part i wrote is written in &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BOLD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Explode-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one knows&lt;br /&gt;how much pain is inside of you.&lt;br /&gt;You lock yourself away&lt;br /&gt;pretending that everything is ok.&lt;br /&gt;When deep inside its tearing you apart,&lt;br /&gt;you think that you have it under control&lt;br /&gt;until you lose it all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;You feel that wonderful ripping sound&lt;br /&gt;that explodes from the back of your throat&lt;br /&gt;You try to give an explanation&lt;br /&gt;of why you're on your knee's crying&lt;br /&gt;but not one sounds like sanity&lt;br /&gt;You knew that you were feeling out of place&lt;br /&gt;but you thought it'd pass&lt;br /&gt;but now every pair of eyes &lt;br /&gt;are waiting to tell those who were closed&lt;br /&gt;you ache for someone to be there&lt;br /&gt;to care.&lt;br /&gt;The mystery that is you&lt;br /&gt;has been revealed.&lt;br /&gt;Now the weakest&lt;br /&gt;they survive&lt;br /&gt;because the strongest&lt;br /&gt;Will explode.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3409769777221352237-1179596688985930220?l=lilyelliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/feeds/1179596688985930220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3409769777221352237&amp;postID=1179596688985930220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/1179596688985930220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/1179596688985930220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/2009/02/potential.html' title='Potential'/><author><name>Lily Elliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856471794654192816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SpiughlU9xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QprsocZCyYw/S220/simple.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3409769777221352237.post-5013782390221583243</id><published>2009-02-20T22:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T22:47:01.918-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SweetDream</title><content type='html'>If I could write out my own dream&lt;br /&gt;For the next time that I sleep&lt;br /&gt;You'd be the first one that I see&lt;br /&gt;And I the last one that you keep&lt;br /&gt;The dream would go on and on&lt;br /&gt;While we sway&lt;br /&gt;Against all things thrown our way&lt;br /&gt;And the morning would be so cruel&lt;br /&gt;When it came&lt;br /&gt;With sunshine and warmth to bring&lt;br /&gt;For announcing the end of my sweet dream&lt;br /&gt;For announcing the end of my sweet dream&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3409769777221352237-5013782390221583243?l=lilyelliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/feeds/5013782390221583243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3409769777221352237&amp;postID=5013782390221583243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/5013782390221583243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/5013782390221583243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/2009/02/sweetdream.html' title='SweetDream'/><author><name>Lily Elliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856471794654192816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SpiughlU9xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QprsocZCyYw/S220/simple.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3409769777221352237.post-4936238053318410118</id><published>2009-02-20T22:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T22:45:42.916-06:00</updated><title type='text'>theoneilove.</title><content type='html'>i'm all packed up now early in the morning&lt;br /&gt;i'll take my leave&lt;br /&gt;i'll bring your words along with me&lt;br /&gt;maybe one day they will mean something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now they buzz and crumble down&lt;br /&gt;a little bit too easily&lt;br /&gt;from a time that i am not quite over&lt;br /&gt;what the hell is wrong with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i might be gone a little while&lt;br /&gt;i guess we'll see&lt;br /&gt;i gotta make a home outta somewhere&lt;br /&gt;and you're all over this city&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it'll take a flight to figure out&lt;br /&gt;where i'm gonna finally land&lt;br /&gt;and the time it takes for me get there&lt;br /&gt;i'll be one to start again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i should probably say that i'm unsure why i'm running&lt;br /&gt;running away from&lt;br /&gt;the only thing i want&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i should probably say that i'm unsure why i'm running&lt;br /&gt;running away from the one i love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if the plane lifts off&lt;br /&gt;i'll write you a letter, to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;and i will make it long and maybe lie just a little&lt;br /&gt;tell you that i'm doing fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i'll send it out and let things be&lt;br /&gt;if not for you&lt;br /&gt;for me and for the time i've spent foolishly loving thee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i should probably say that i'm unsure why i'm running&lt;br /&gt;running away from&lt;br /&gt;the only thing i want&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i should probably say that i'm unsure why i'm running&lt;br /&gt;running away from the one i love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3409769777221352237-4936238053318410118?l=lilyelliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/feeds/4936238053318410118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3409769777221352237&amp;postID=4936238053318410118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/4936238053318410118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/4936238053318410118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/2009/02/theoneilove.html' title='theoneilove.'/><author><name>Lily Elliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856471794654192816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SpiughlU9xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QprsocZCyYw/S220/simple.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3409769777221352237.post-581615092231238727</id><published>2009-02-20T22:43:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T22:43:35.785-06:00</updated><title type='text'>NOTOUT</title><content type='html'>I’m not gonna fall down today,&lt;br /&gt;Instead I will buckle my knees and sway&lt;br /&gt;Against sweet memories&lt;br /&gt;Against memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve gotta get outta here today, today&lt;br /&gt;There is too much room in this bed where I lay&lt;br /&gt;The street buzzes for me, below, buzzes for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if the breeze blows me down&lt;br /&gt;I’ll take my time to come around,&lt;br /&gt;But I’m not out, oh, I’m not out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could pull you down today,&lt;br /&gt;From that storm high up that’s taking you away&lt;br /&gt;What would you say to me?&lt;br /&gt;What would you say to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if the breeze blows me down&lt;br /&gt;I’ll take my time to come around,&lt;br /&gt;But I’m not out, oh, I’m not out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’m sure that I am tangled up in things you said out loud to me&lt;br /&gt;So recklessly,&lt;br /&gt;And it’s easier to sing the things I wanna say to you,&lt;br /&gt;So I’ll sing, you’re losing me my love,&lt;br /&gt;You’re losing me my love,&lt;br /&gt;Are you losing me my love?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3409769777221352237-581615092231238727?l=lilyelliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/feeds/581615092231238727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3409769777221352237&amp;postID=581615092231238727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/581615092231238727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/581615092231238727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/2009/02/notout.html' title='NOTOUT'/><author><name>Lily Elliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856471794654192816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SpiughlU9xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QprsocZCyYw/S220/simple.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3409769777221352237.post-1637324601312812494</id><published>2009-02-20T22:42:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T15:29:37.555-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd Be Lying</title><content type='html'>won't you let me give you a hand&lt;br /&gt;i have an extra I'm not using&lt;br /&gt;won't you let me lighten your load&lt;br /&gt;i mean after all your legs are shaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i can understand&lt;br /&gt;all i need is your hand&lt;br /&gt;oh won't you take the fall&lt;br /&gt;it is me after all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;won't you let me match your stride&lt;br /&gt;i can slow down if you want to&lt;br /&gt;we can handle it side by side&lt;br /&gt;what do you say girl don't you want to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i can understand&lt;br /&gt;all i need is your hand&lt;br /&gt;oh won't you take the fall&lt;br /&gt;it is me after all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd be lying&lt;br /&gt;if i ran away&lt;br /&gt;I'd be lying&lt;br /&gt;if i ran another way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so I'll stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but won't you let me be your man&lt;br /&gt;I'm strong enough you know that i can&lt;br /&gt;be the one to ease your mind&lt;br /&gt;ease your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i can understand&lt;br /&gt;all i need is your hand&lt;br /&gt;oh won't you take the fall&lt;br /&gt;it is is me after all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd be lying&lt;br /&gt;if i ran another way&lt;br /&gt;I'd be lying&lt;br /&gt;if i ran another way&lt;br /&gt;and so I'll stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;won't you let me give you a hand&lt;br /&gt;i have an extra I'm not using&lt;br /&gt;won't you let me lighten your load&lt;br /&gt;i mean after all your legs are shaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i can understand&lt;br /&gt;all i need is your hand&lt;br /&gt;oh won't you take the fall&lt;br /&gt;it is me after all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's not much that you can do&lt;br /&gt;to get me to run away from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd be lying&lt;br /&gt;if i ran away&lt;br /&gt;I'd be lying&lt;br /&gt;if i ran another away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3409769777221352237-1637324601312812494?l=lilyelliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/feeds/1637324601312812494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3409769777221352237&amp;postID=1637324601312812494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/1637324601312812494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/1637324601312812494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/2009/02/wont-you-let-me-give-you-hand-i-have.html' title='I&apos;d Be Lying'/><author><name>Lily Elliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856471794654192816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SpiughlU9xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QprsocZCyYw/S220/simple.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3409769777221352237.post-8419411024672421344</id><published>2009-02-20T22:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T22:42:23.870-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How The Day Sounds</title><content type='html'>Oh who would have ever known this?&lt;br /&gt;Could be this easy&lt;br /&gt;I was a long, long way off&lt;br /&gt;Then just like that it was over&lt;br /&gt;Everything I knew of love&lt;br /&gt;I was a long, long way off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think I like how the day sounds&lt;br /&gt;Like how the day sounds through this new song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for opening the window&lt;br /&gt;The sky is clear as my mind is now&lt;br /&gt;I was a long, long way off&lt;br /&gt;Join me in welcoming the sun in&lt;br /&gt;It's much brighter than the night I hid in&lt;br /&gt;I was a long, long way off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think I like how the day sounds&lt;br /&gt;Like how the day sounds through this new song&lt;br /&gt;And I think I like how the day sounds&lt;br /&gt;Like how the day sounds through this new song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a long way down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it's well worth the time that its taken to get here now&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it's well worth the time that its taken to get here now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ba da dum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So go ahead and bang a gong&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can drown out the sound and the whisper of my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think I like how the day sounds&lt;br /&gt;Like how the day sounds through this new song&lt;br /&gt;And I think I like how the day sounds&lt;br /&gt;Like how the day sounds through this new song&lt;br /&gt;Through this new song&lt;br /&gt;Through this new song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the blinds have all been drawn&lt;br /&gt;I know where I belong, where I belong,&lt;br /&gt;Where I belong&lt;br /&gt;And the blinds have all been drawn&lt;br /&gt;I know where I belong&lt;br /&gt;Where I belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think I like how the day sounds&lt;br /&gt;Like how the day sounds through this new song&lt;br /&gt;And I think I like how the day sounds&lt;br /&gt;Like how the day sounds through this new song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, won't you sing along&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my love won't you sing along&lt;br /&gt;Oh, won't you sing along&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my love won't you sing along&lt;br /&gt;Oh, won't you sing along&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my love won't you sing along&lt;br /&gt;Oh, won't you sing along&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my love won't you sing along&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3409769777221352237-8419411024672421344?l=lilyelliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/feeds/8419411024672421344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3409769777221352237&amp;postID=8419411024672421344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/8419411024672421344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/8419411024672421344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-day-sounds.html' title='How The Day Sounds'/><author><name>Lily Elliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856471794654192816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SpiughlU9xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QprsocZCyYw/S220/simple.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3409769777221352237.post-2914430145518163771</id><published>2009-02-20T22:41:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T22:41:34.033-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell</title><content type='html'>my love i cannot stay&lt;br /&gt;my love i am running late&lt;br /&gt;my love all has not been a waste&lt;br /&gt;in a life that you have brought upon me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so farewell love this is goodbye let's not take our time&lt;br /&gt;so farewell love this isn't getting any easier&lt;br /&gt;and you let go to what the end will show&lt;br /&gt;ba ba da ba da da da&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my love i cannot stay&lt;br /&gt;my love all has not been a waste&lt;br /&gt;my love i am running late&lt;br /&gt;from the life that you have brought upon me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so farewell love this is goodbye let's not take our time&lt;br /&gt;so farewell love this isn't getting any easier&lt;br /&gt;and you let go to what the end will show&lt;br /&gt;ba ba da ba da da da&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so farewell love this is goodbye let's not take our time&lt;br /&gt;so farewell love this isn't getting any easier&lt;br /&gt;and you let go but to what end will show&lt;br /&gt;ba ba da ba da da da&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna sing this for you&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna sing this for you&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna sing this for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so farewell love this is goodbye let's not take our time&lt;br /&gt;so farewell love this isn't getting any easier&lt;br /&gt;and you let go to what the end will show&lt;br /&gt;ba ba da ba da da da&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3409769777221352237-2914430145518163771?l=lilyelliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/feeds/2914430145518163771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3409769777221352237&amp;postID=2914430145518163771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/2914430145518163771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/2914430145518163771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/2009/02/farewell.html' title='Farewell'/><author><name>Lily Elliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856471794654192816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SpiughlU9xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QprsocZCyYw/S220/simple.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3409769777221352237.post-7098496930031877794</id><published>2009-02-20T22:40:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T22:40:58.891-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DaysGoesOn</title><content type='html'>I've tried but I couldn't find any warning of you, dear&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to make any sense of what I feel here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know&lt;br /&gt;Is that my days go on and on&lt;br /&gt;Without you here, without you here&lt;br /&gt;My days go on and on&lt;br /&gt;Without you here, without you here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I beg your pardon, love&lt;br /&gt;But you've interrupted me&lt;br /&gt;And the sad song that's played&lt;br /&gt;Like a drum inside of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My, my, what a fool am I&lt;br /&gt;For allowing this to be&lt;br /&gt;But this fool cannot ignore&lt;br /&gt;The light when he sees you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my days go on and on&lt;br /&gt;Without you here, without you here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3409769777221352237-7098496930031877794?l=lilyelliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/feeds/7098496930031877794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3409769777221352237&amp;postID=7098496930031877794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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seek and find&lt;br /&gt;Only to be let down&lt;br /&gt;Time after time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one's for the torn down&lt;br /&gt;The experts at the fall&lt;br /&gt;Common friends get up now&lt;br /&gt;You're not alone at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this part was for her&lt;br /&gt;This part was for her&lt;br /&gt;This part was for her&lt;br /&gt;Does she remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It comes and goes in waves, i....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one's for the faithless&lt;br /&gt;The ones that are surprised&lt;br /&gt;They are only where they are now&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of their fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one's for believing&lt;br /&gt;If only for it's sake&lt;br /&gt;Common friends get up now&lt;br /&gt;Love is to be made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this part was for her&lt;br /&gt;This part was for her&lt;br /&gt;This part was for her&lt;br /&gt;Does she remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It comes and goes in waves,&lt;br /&gt;I am only let to wonder why&lt;br /&gt;It comes and goes in waves&lt;br /&gt;I am only let to wonder why&lt;br /&gt;Why I try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for the ones who stand&lt;br /&gt;For the ones who try again&lt;br /&gt;For the ones who need a hand&lt;br /&gt;For the ones who think they can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It comes and goes in waves,&lt;br /&gt;I am only let to wonder why&lt;br /&gt;It comes and goes in waves&lt;br /&gt;I am only let to wonder why&lt;br /&gt;Why I try&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3409769777221352237-5207060485692324827?l=lilyelliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/feeds/5207060485692324827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3409769777221352237&amp;postID=5207060485692324827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SZ9_KzZsi3I/AAAAAAAAAFg/0bnPtQFizaY/s1600-h/Across_The_Universe_by_cavy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 287px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SZ9_KzZsi3I/AAAAAAAAAFg/0bnPtQFizaY/s320/Across_The_Universe_by_cavy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305098709639138162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen this movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;must&lt;br /&gt;see&lt;br /&gt;it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It changed me. &lt;br /&gt;Amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3409769777221352237-8393690734082462425?l=lilyelliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SZ9_KzZsi3I/AAAAAAAAAFg/0bnPtQFizaY/s72-c/Across_The_Universe_by_cavy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3409769777221352237.post-4764577445066103145</id><published>2009-02-20T21:39:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T21:49:19.242-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WithoutYou</title><content type='html'>Every word you say to me I'm calm as your hypocrisy&lt;br /&gt;your lips are filled with sugar, but your taste is bittersweet&lt;br /&gt;and I don't wanna throw away, the time we spent, the mess we made together&lt;br /&gt;I think were better, alone&lt;br /&gt;we started out with chemistry, you finished every breath for me&lt;br /&gt;but now the air is changing&lt;br /&gt;I reach in you pull back, it's awkward we know that it's gone so wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should know I'm better off without you&lt;br /&gt;but I can't let go when your in my arms&lt;br /&gt;how do I fall out of love, how do I fall out of love, without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well all the different frequency, we argue or just disagree&lt;br /&gt;on simple things, we pull each others strings&lt;br /&gt;I'm turning into something, that I don't wanna be&lt;br /&gt;you always find a way to bring the worst out of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should know I'm better off without you&lt;br /&gt;but i can't let go when your in my arms&lt;br /&gt;how do I fall out of love, how do I fall out of love, without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta find out who I am, without you&lt;br /&gt;take a little time to figure out the lieing and the cheating,&lt;br /&gt;what keeps my heart beating,&lt;br /&gt;without you, without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should know I'm better off without you&lt;br /&gt;but I can't let go when your in my arms&lt;br /&gt;how do I fall out of love, how do I fall out of love, without you&lt;div 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Elliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856471794654192816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SpiughlU9xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QprsocZCyYw/S220/simple.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3409769777221352237.post-531714962488697733</id><published>2009-02-20T21:38:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T21:38:44.617-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Alas, I cannot swim.</title><content type='html'>Theres a house across the river&lt;br /&gt;but alas i cannot swim&lt;br /&gt;And a garden of such beauty&lt;br /&gt;that the flowers seem to grin&lt;br /&gt;Theres a house across the river&lt;br /&gt;but alas i cannot swim&lt;br /&gt;I'll live my life regretting that i never jumped in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres a boy across the river&lt;br /&gt;with short black curly hair&lt;br /&gt;He wants to be my lover&lt;br /&gt;and i want to be his peer&lt;br /&gt;Theres a boy across the river&lt;br /&gt;but alas i cannot swim&lt;br /&gt;And i never will get to put my arms around him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres a life across the river&lt;br /&gt;that was ment for me&lt;br /&gt;instead i live my life in constant misery&lt;br /&gt;Theres a life across the river&lt;br /&gt;but i do not see&lt;br /&gt;why i should please those who will never be pleased&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is gold across the river&lt;br /&gt;but i dont want none&lt;br /&gt;There is gold across the river&lt;br /&gt;but i dont want none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gold is fleeting, gold is fickle, gold is fun!&lt;br /&gt;Gold is fleeting, gold is fickle, gold is fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is gold across the river&lt;br /&gt;but i dont want none&lt;br /&gt;I would rather be dry&lt;br /&gt;then held up by a golden gun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saying&lt;br /&gt;Work more&lt;br /&gt;earn more&lt;br /&gt;live more&lt;br /&gt;have more fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saying&lt;br /&gt;Work more&lt;br /&gt;earn more&lt;br /&gt;live more&lt;br /&gt;have more fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saying&lt;br /&gt;Work more&lt;br /&gt;earn more&lt;br /&gt;live more&lt;br /&gt;have more fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3409769777221352237-531714962488697733?l=lilyelliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/feeds/531714962488697733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3409769777221352237&amp;postID=531714962488697733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/531714962488697733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/531714962488697733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/2009/02/alas-i-cannot-swim.html' title='Alas, I cannot swim.'/><author><name>Lily Elliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856471794654192816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SpiughlU9xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QprsocZCyYw/S220/simple.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3409769777221352237.post-7085867727188785049</id><published>2009-02-20T21:36:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T21:36:52.995-06:00</updated><title type='text'>TICKtickTICK</title><content type='html'>The wind and I, we speak the same, but he don’t hear so well.&lt;br /&gt;You’re gonna have to curse him,&lt;br /&gt;Well you’re gonna have to yell.&lt;br /&gt;The sky and I, we’ve had our fights and I’m coming round to rain,&lt;br /&gt;If the rain come round and it don’t come out, then I’ll never have to speak again,&lt;br /&gt;I can tick tick tick tick tick tick tick away.&lt;br /&gt;Another second lost with every fallen grain.&lt;br /&gt;Can tick tick tick tick tick tick tick away.&lt;br /&gt;Another second lost with every fallen grain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3409769777221352237-7085867727188785049?l=lilyelliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/feeds/7085867727188785049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3409769777221352237&amp;postID=7085867727188785049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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shoulder,&lt;br /&gt;Since you've gone I feel like I've gotten older,&lt;br /&gt;And now you've gone it feels as if the whole wide world is my stage&lt;br /&gt;And now you've gone it's like I've been let out of my cage.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna hurt you&lt;br /&gt;'cause I don't think it's a virtue,&lt;br /&gt;but you and I have come to our end.&lt;br /&gt;Believe me when I tell you that I never want to see you again.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3409769777221352237-3717127653618856357?l=lilyelliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/feeds/3717127653618856357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3409769777221352237&amp;postID=3717127653618856357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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{parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SZ4gsFYV7_I/AAAAAAAAAFY/pMyJMyPaUOw/s1600-h/IMAGINATION_by_archanN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SZ4gsFYV7_I/AAAAAAAAAFY/pMyJMyPaUOw/s320/IMAGINATION_by_archanN.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304713352819634162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A childs imagination is fascinating isn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3409769777221352237-150072690204719813?l=lilyelliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/feeds/150072690204719813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SZ4gsFYV7_I/AAAAAAAAAFY/pMyJMyPaUOw/s72-c/IMAGINATION_by_archanN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3409769777221352237.post-1437207395740406247</id><published>2009-02-19T21:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T21:09:10.655-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Craving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SZ4djPPsD7I/AAAAAAAAAFA/j4UhIQZA1So/s1600-h/craving_VI_by_mehmeturgut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SZ4djPPsD7I/AAAAAAAAAFA/j4UhIQZA1So/s320/craving_VI_by_mehmeturgut.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304709902313983922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The craving exceeds you. It no longer sits at the back of your throat, it's bursting off the tip of your tongue. You gave into temptation, and you're never looking back.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made the description but the photo belongs to mehmeturgut.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3409769777221352237-1437207395740406247?l=lilyelliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/feeds/1437207395740406247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3409769777221352237&amp;postID=1437207395740406247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/1437207395740406247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/1437207395740406247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/2009/02/craving.html' title='Craving'/><author><name>Lily Elliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856471794654192816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SpiughlU9xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QprsocZCyYw/S220/simple.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SZ4djPPsD7I/AAAAAAAAAFA/j4UhIQZA1So/s72-c/craving_VI_by_mehmeturgut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3409769777221352237.post-1495529686222730869</id><published>2009-02-19T20:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T21:02:44.414-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Midnight Snack</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SZ4cnHZX5TI/AAAAAAAAAE4/wKOdHqssrtE/s1600-h/midnight_snack_02_15_am_by_mehmeturgut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SZ4cnHZX5TI/AAAAAAAAAE4/wKOdHqssrtE/s320/midnight_snack_02_15_am_by_mehmeturgut.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304708869414970674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is wanting something. Something that all common sense would be lost for. Something that you want so bad you'd kill for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made the description the picture belongs to mehmeturgut&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3409769777221352237-1495529686222730869?l=lilyelliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/feeds/1495529686222730869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3409769777221352237&amp;postID=1495529686222730869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/1495529686222730869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/1495529686222730869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/2009/02/midnight-snack.html' title='Midnight Snack'/><author><name>Lily Elliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856471794654192816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SpiughlU9xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QprsocZCyYw/S220/simple.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SZ4cnHZX5TI/AAAAAAAAAE4/wKOdHqssrtE/s72-c/midnight_snack_02_15_am_by_mehmeturgut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3409769777221352237.post-2269161910125905326</id><published>2009-02-19T20:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T20:56:52.525-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Showmesomelove</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SZ4b6TCLO4I/AAAAAAAAAEw/aCfbtIlhYK4/s1600-h/Imagination_by_p_dudko.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SZ4b6TCLO4I/AAAAAAAAAEw/aCfbtIlhYK4/s320/Imagination_by_p_dudko.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304708099444784002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to sleep one night. But i didn't and ended up coming up with an improv speech right off the top of my head. It was awesome. I didn't think i had it in me. Apparently i proved me wrong. If anyone reads this (or gives a crap) i will post it. Because it is really crazy. It probably only makes sense to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3409769777221352237-2269161910125905326?l=lilyelliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/feeds/2269161910125905326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3409769777221352237&amp;postID=2269161910125905326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/2269161910125905326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/2269161910125905326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/2009/02/showmesomelove.html' title='Showmesomelove'/><author><name>Lily Elliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856471794654192816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SpiughlU9xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QprsocZCyYw/S220/simple.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SZ4b6TCLO4I/AAAAAAAAAEw/aCfbtIlhYK4/s72-c/Imagination_by_p_dudko.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3409769777221352237.post-2859020673175972994</id><published>2009-02-19T18:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T19:50:34.022-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Clever Phraseology</title><content type='html'>Whats wrong with me&lt;br /&gt;whats sour about the situation&lt;br /&gt;that any lover knows that forever's only&lt;br /&gt;Clever Phraseology &lt;br /&gt;used by the uninsured&lt;br /&gt;and the unsecured&lt;br /&gt;to afford them self's time&lt;br /&gt;to explore there own mobility&lt;br /&gt;yeah it must be hard to live&lt;br /&gt;being so sensitive&lt;br /&gt;even though its so hard to give a shit&lt;br /&gt;about someone else you&lt;br /&gt;hypocrite&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;The thoughts that creep&lt;br /&gt;while your trying to sleep &lt;br /&gt;your probably better off &lt;br /&gt;being blissful &lt;br /&gt;in your ignorance&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3409769777221352237-2859020673175972994?l=lilyelliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/feeds/2859020673175972994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3409769777221352237&amp;postID=2859020673175972994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/2859020673175972994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/2859020673175972994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/2009/02/clever-phraseology.html' title='Clever Phraseology'/><author><name>Lily Elliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856471794654192816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SpiughlU9xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QprsocZCyYw/S220/simple.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3409769777221352237.post-1243002180562494822</id><published>2009-02-19T17:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T18:17:10.975-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Advice</title><content type='html'>If your gonna clean the knifes&lt;br /&gt;for whatever reason&lt;br /&gt;don't be&lt;br /&gt;overly displeased &lt;br /&gt;when you see that your bleeding&lt;br /&gt;because dirty work makes a dirty man&lt;br /&gt;but then again the devils got his dirty plan&lt;br /&gt;for dirty boys &lt;br /&gt;with idle hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your gonna pay a fine&lt;br /&gt;for whatever service&lt;br /&gt;you might find that piece of mind&lt;br /&gt;don't care&lt;br /&gt;how expensive your furnishing are&lt;br /&gt;all work and no play make Jack a dull boy&lt;br /&gt;but then depending on the methods you employ&lt;br /&gt;you can blow the man&lt;br /&gt;or you can blow him away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3409769777221352237-1243002180562494822?l=lilyelliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/feeds/1243002180562494822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3409769777221352237&amp;postID=1243002180562494822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/1243002180562494822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/1243002180562494822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/2009/02/advice.html' title='Advice'/><author><name>Lily Elliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856471794654192816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SpiughlU9xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QprsocZCyYw/S220/simple.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3409769777221352237.post-8908952286220476005</id><published>2009-02-19T17:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T17:58:35.874-06:00</updated><title type='text'>That wouldn't be Right</title><content type='html'>Off the porch&lt;br /&gt;we sit like leppers&lt;br /&gt;who forgot about the pain&lt;br /&gt;and we count the drops of rain&lt;br /&gt;like vetrans gone insane&lt;br /&gt;the war was just a game&lt;br /&gt;the man took back our guns&lt;br /&gt;the word safe won't ever mean the same&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3409769777221352237-8908952286220476005?l=lilyelliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/feeds/8908952286220476005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3409769777221352237&amp;postID=8908952286220476005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/8908952286220476005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/8908952286220476005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/2009/02/that-wouldnt-be-right.html' title='That wouldn&apos;t be Right'/><author><name>Lily Elliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856471794654192816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SpiughlU9xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QprsocZCyYw/S220/simple.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3409769777221352237.post-3213272688104081968</id><published>2009-02-19T17:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T17:47:38.511-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thunderdome</title><content type='html'>There's life outside the city &lt;br /&gt;and it only gets prettier&lt;br /&gt;the further you get &lt;br /&gt;from all these humans&lt;br /&gt;just drive for a couple of nights &lt;br /&gt;in one general direction&lt;br /&gt;I'll reckon you'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3409769777221352237-3213272688104081968?l=lilyelliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/feeds/3213272688104081968/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SpiughlU9xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QprsocZCyYw/S220/simple.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3409769777221352237.post-6127965819318377404</id><published>2009-02-19T17:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T17:43:30.924-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fearful</title><content type='html'>I'm almost a person.&lt;br /&gt;I'm almost picking up a weapon.&lt;br /&gt;I'm almost sure about the long term.&lt;br /&gt;Just being a whole lot a short terms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3409769777221352237-6127965819318377404?l=lilyelliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/feeds/6127965819318377404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3409769777221352237&amp;postID=6127965819318377404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/6127965819318377404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/6127965819318377404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/2009/02/fearful.html' title='Fearful'/><author><name>Lily Elliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856471794654192816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SpiughlU9xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QprsocZCyYw/S220/simple.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3409769777221352237.post-8418439207769260051</id><published>2009-02-19T17:25:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T17:27:22.775-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Company</title><content type='html'>So it seems i got a hole in my pocket&lt;br /&gt;but I'm picking up the pieces&lt;br /&gt;making it all okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3409769777221352237-8418439207769260051?l=lilyelliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/feeds/8418439207769260051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3409769777221352237&amp;postID=8418439207769260051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/8418439207769260051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/8418439207769260051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/2009/02/company.html' title='Company'/><author><name>Lily Elliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856471794654192816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SpiughlU9xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QprsocZCyYw/S220/simple.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3409769777221352237.post-6950480445906636775</id><published>2009-02-18T20:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T17:24:59.735-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Meaning?</title><content type='html'>i do not own snow white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think it means?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a theory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3409769777221352237-6950480445906636775?l=lilyelliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/feeds/6950480445906636775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3409769777221352237&amp;postID=6950480445906636775' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/6950480445906636775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/6950480445906636775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;gone gone gone gone gone&lt;br /&gt;i'd like to be a monkey&lt;br /&gt;be monkey's with you&lt;br /&gt;cause i'm a monkey by myself&lt;br /&gt;with a lot of shit to do&lt;br /&gt;i'd like to be a monkey&lt;br /&gt;be monkey's with you &lt;br /&gt;cause i'm a monkey by myself&lt;br /&gt;i'm in trouble with my family&lt;br /&gt;i'm in trouble with the law&lt;br /&gt;i'm in trouble financially&lt;br /&gt;i guess you could say&lt;br /&gt;i get in trouble a lot&lt;br /&gt;i've danced frantically in passion&lt;br /&gt;laid motionless in apathy&lt;br /&gt;but all i wanna do is swing in a tree&lt;br /&gt;away from the agony of love&lt;br /&gt;and sex and drugs&lt;br /&gt;of love&lt;br /&gt;and sex and drugs&lt;br /&gt;of love&lt;br /&gt;and sex and drugs &lt;br /&gt;and all of the lack there of&lt;br /&gt;i'd like to be a monkey&lt;br /&gt;be monkey's with you&lt;br /&gt;cause i'm a monkey by myself&lt;br /&gt;with a lot of shit to do&lt;br /&gt;i'd like to be a monkey&lt;br /&gt;be monkey's with you &lt;br /&gt;cause i'm a monkey by myself&lt;br /&gt;getting funky now&lt;br /&gt;if i was a monkey&lt;br /&gt;i'd be very very funky&lt;br /&gt;an abundance of bananas &lt;br /&gt;monkey bitches and a skunky&lt;br /&gt;big red eyes and a big red ass&lt;br /&gt;chillin in my monkey bungalow &lt;br /&gt;made of sticks and grass&lt;br /&gt;the monkey life is the life for me&lt;br /&gt;not a pirate or an MC&lt;br /&gt;MC spider monkey&lt;br /&gt;the fly wide honkey&lt;br /&gt;the king of the jungle &lt;br /&gt;the pimp in the palm trees&lt;br /&gt;dippin&lt;br /&gt;sippin on coconut wine&lt;br /&gt;flinging out my rings&lt;br /&gt;bustin out my rhymes &lt;br /&gt;cruisin in my pine sized escalade&lt;br /&gt;smoking filly blunts in the shade&lt;br /&gt;this monkeys got it made&lt;br /&gt;this monkeys got it made&lt;br /&gt;yeah this monkeys got it made&lt;br /&gt;yeah this monkeys got it made&lt;br /&gt;yeah this monkeys got it made&lt;div 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Elliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856471794654192816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SpiughlU9xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QprsocZCyYw/S220/simple.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3409769777221352237.post-938018601976441715</id><published>2009-02-18T17:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T18:20:46.714-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>Just let me pull this knife &lt;br /&gt;from out my back&lt;br /&gt;and make a couple of calls&lt;br /&gt;for you my friend&lt;br /&gt;let me see what i can do&lt;br /&gt;despite you kickin me in the balls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3409769777221352237-938018601976441715?l=lilyelliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SpiughlU9xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QprsocZCyYw/S220/simple.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3409769777221352237.post-4310890065921174764</id><published>2009-02-18T17:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T17:09:16.695-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Man</title><content type='html'>I cannot begin to understand&lt;br /&gt;Why your not waking up to a better man&lt;br /&gt;Then me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3409769777221352237-4310890065921174764?l=lilyelliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/feeds/4310890065921174764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3409769777221352237&amp;postID=4310890065921174764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/4310890065921174764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/4310890065921174764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/2009/02/better-man.html' title='Better Man'/><author><name>Lily Elliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856471794654192816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SpiughlU9xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QprsocZCyYw/S220/simple.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3409769777221352237.post-6686535647586202751</id><published>2009-02-18T16:12:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T18:28:06.866-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tourist</title><content type='html'>Please &lt;br /&gt;allow me&lt;br /&gt;to introduce myself&lt;br /&gt;my name is Spencer &lt;br /&gt;but you can call me what you wanna&lt;br /&gt;I live in a house&lt;br /&gt;on a street in a town&lt;br /&gt;with some people i know&lt;br /&gt;and a bunny&lt;br /&gt;name row boat&lt;br /&gt;I gotta shirt and some pants&lt;br /&gt;and some shoes and a hat&lt;br /&gt;and a mouth and a nose &lt;br /&gt;cause I'm cool like that&lt;br /&gt;now i guess you know&lt;br /&gt;all there is to know about me&lt;br /&gt;I'm new in this town &lt;br /&gt;wont you show me around&lt;br /&gt;I'm tryin to find a place &lt;br /&gt;where the good times get wasted&lt;br /&gt;cause I'm facing a boredom&lt;br /&gt;that borders on horrible&lt;br /&gt;can we order some alcohol please?&lt;br /&gt;Every now and then i take a look around myself and think&lt;br /&gt;god I'm such a tourist&lt;br /&gt;Other times i take a look around myself at times like right now&lt;br /&gt;and i have to feel lucky of the kindness of strangers like you&lt;br /&gt;I only bring it up because you look like might wanna hand some body something&lt;br /&gt;I only bring it up because you look like might wanna hand some body something&lt;br /&gt;and i shouldn't be me &lt;br /&gt;Please&lt;br /&gt;allow me &lt;br /&gt;to buy another one a long island ice tea for the pretty lady &lt;br /&gt;a whiskey and water for me&lt;br /&gt;I'm not very good at playin piano&lt;br /&gt;but nobody's here&lt;br /&gt;and they got a piano&lt;br /&gt;and I'll play a song for you&lt;br /&gt;i got one about a lonely guy&lt;br /&gt;and one that's just a lullaby but&lt;br /&gt;all my songs are just about how much i hated&lt;br /&gt;the women I've dated&lt;br /&gt;before i came to this place&lt;br /&gt;I'm new in this town&lt;br /&gt;wont you show me around&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying to find a place &lt;br /&gt;where the good times get wasted&lt;br /&gt;cause I'm facing a boredom&lt;br /&gt;that borders on horrible&lt;br /&gt;can we order some alcohol please?&lt;br /&gt;Every now and then i take a look around myself and think&lt;br /&gt;god I'm such a tourist&lt;br /&gt;Other times i take a look around myself and have to feel lucky&lt;br /&gt;for the things I've been handed&lt;br /&gt;cause there's been a lot&lt;br /&gt;a lot of things I've been handed &lt;br /&gt;I dropped a lot of the things&lt;br /&gt;I only bring it up because you look like might wanna hand some body something&lt;br /&gt;I only bring it up because you look like might wanna hand some body something&lt;br /&gt;and i shouldn't be me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3409769777221352237-6686535647586202751?l=lilyelliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/feeds/6686535647586202751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3409769777221352237&amp;postID=6686535647586202751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/6686535647586202751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/6686535647586202751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/2009/02/tourist.html' title='Tourist'/><author><name>Lily Elliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856471794654192816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SpiughlU9xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QprsocZCyYw/S220/simple.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3409769777221352237.post-4355173262398413306</id><published>2009-02-18T16:05:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T16:11:41.712-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lonesome Ballad</title><content type='html'>You see its really me that I'm trying to convince...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3409769777221352237-4355173262398413306?l=lilyelliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/feeds/4355173262398413306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3409769777221352237&amp;postID=4355173262398413306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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not the same without a gun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3409769777221352237-1001173544879033399?l=lilyelliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/feeds/1001173544879033399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3409769777221352237&amp;postID=1001173544879033399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/1001173544879033399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/1001173544879033399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/2009/02/poker-face.html' title='Poker face'/><author><name>Lily Elliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856471794654192816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SpiughlU9xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QprsocZCyYw/S220/simple.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3409769777221352237.post-3307519010824361277</id><published>2009-02-17T22:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T22:29:22.897-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Be proud.</title><content type='html'>You should be proud of what drives you. Only if its steering you down the right roads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this one is actually mine. If anyone comments I'll tell you the story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3409769777221352237-3307519010824361277?l=lilyelliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/feeds/3307519010824361277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3409769777221352237&amp;postID=3307519010824361277' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/3307519010824361277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/3307519010824361277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/2009/02/be-proud.html' title='Be proud.'/><author><name>Lily Elliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856471794654192816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SpiughlU9xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QprsocZCyYw/S220/simple.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3409769777221352237.post-5483630503235621484</id><published>2009-02-17T22:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T22:19:06.105-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What drives us partone. Inspration...</title><content type='html'>Oh, the Places You'll Go! Congratulations! Today is your day. You're off to Great Places! You're off and away! You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes You can steer yourself any direction you choose. You're on your own. And you know what you know. And YOU are the guy who'll decide where to go. You'll look up and down streets. Look 'em over with care. About some you will say, "I don't choose to go there." With your head full of brains and your shoes full of feet, you're too smart to go down any not-so-good street. And you may not find any you'll want to go down. In that case, of course, you'll head straight out of town. It's opener there in the wide open air. Out there things can happen and frequently do to people as brainy and footsy as you. And when things start to happen, don't worry. Don't stew. Just go right along. You'll start happening too. OH! THE PLACES YOU'LL GO! You'll be on your way up! You'll be seeing great sights! You'll join the high fliers who soar to high heights. You won't lag behind, because you'll have the speed. You'll pass the whole gang and you'll soon take the lead. Wherever you fly, you'll be the best of the best. Wherever you go, you will top all the rest. Except when you don' t Because, sometimes, you won't. I'm sorry to say so but, sadly, it's true and Hang-ups can happen to you. You can get all hung up in a prickle-ly perch. And your gang will fly on. You'll be left in a Lurch. You'll come down from the Lurch with an unpleasant bump. And the chances are, then, that you'll be in a Slump. And when you're in a Slump, you're not in for much fun. Un-slumping yourself is not easily done. You will come to a place where the streets are not marked. Some windows are lighted. But mostly they're darked. A place you could sprain both you elbow and chin! Do you dare to stay out? Do you dare to go in? How much can you lose? How much can you win? And IF you go in, should you turn left or right... or right-and-three-quarters? Or, maybe, not quite? Or go around back and sneak in from behind? Simple it's not, I'm afraid you will find, for a mind-maker-upper to make up his mind. You can get so confused that you'll start in to race down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space, headed, I fear, toward a most useless place. The Waiting Place... ...for people just waiting. Waiting for a train to go or a bus to come, or a plane to go or the mail to come, or the rain to go or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow or waiting around for a Yes or a No or waiting for their hair to grow. Everyone is just waiting. Waiting for the fish to bite or waiting for wind to fly a kite or waiting around for Friday night or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake or a pot to boil, or a Better Break or a sting of pearls, or a pair of pants or a wig with curls, or Another Chance. Everyone is just waiting. NO! That's not for you! Somehow you'll escape all that waiting and staying. You'll find the bright places where Boom Bands are playing. With banner flip-flapping, once more you'll ride high! Ready for anything under the sky. Ready because you're that kind of a guy! Oh, the places you'll go! There is fun to be done! There are points to be scored. there are games to be won. And the magical things you can do with that ball will make you the winning-est winner of all. Fame! You'll be famous as famous can be, with the whole wide world watching you win on TV. Except when they don't. Because, sometimes, they won't. I'm afraid that some times you'll play lonely games too. Games you can't win 'cause you'll play against you. All Alone! Whether you like it or not, Alone will be something you'll be quite a lot. And when you're alone, there's a very good chance you'll meet things that scare you right out of your pants. There are some, down the road between hither and yon, that can scare you so much you won't want to go on. But on you will go though the weather be foul On you will go though your enemies prowl On you will go though the Hakken-Kraks howl Onward up many a frightening creek, though your arms may get sore and your sneakers may leak. On and on you will hike and I know you'll hike far and face up to your problems whatever they are. You'll get mixed up, of course, as you already know. You'll get mixed up with many strange birds as you go. So be sure when you step. Step with care and great tact and remember that Life's a Great Balancing Act. Just never forget to be dexterous and deft. And never mix up your right foot with your left. And will you succeed? Yes! You will, indeed! (98 and 3 / 4 percent guaranteed.) KID, YOU'LL MOVE MOUNTAINS! So... be your name Buxbaum or Bixby or Bray or Mordecai Ali Van Allen O'Shea, you're off to Great Places! Today is your day! Your mountain is waiting. So...get on your way! ---Dr. Seuss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3409769777221352237-5483630503235621484?l=lilyelliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/feeds/5483630503235621484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3409769777221352237&amp;postID=5483630503235621484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/5483630503235621484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/5483630503235621484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-drives-us-partone-inspration.html' title='What drives us partone. Inspration...'/><author><name>Lily Elliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856471794654192816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SpiughlU9xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QprsocZCyYw/S220/simple.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3409769777221352237.post-751504057417656556</id><published>2009-02-17T22:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T22:17:32.691-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I got a Reason</title><content type='html'>Oh Jesus wont you give me amnesia.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;I'm not that alone for a loner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3409769777221352237-751504057417656556?l=lilyelliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/feeds/751504057417656556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3409769777221352237&amp;postID=751504057417656556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/751504057417656556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/751504057417656556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-got-reason.html' title='I got a Reason'/><author><name>Lily Elliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856471794654192816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SpiughlU9xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QprsocZCyYw/S220/simple.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3409769777221352237.post-8411181273869104896</id><published>2009-02-17T21:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T22:05:43.679-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Go To Hell</title><content type='html'>...&lt;br /&gt;and its getting gruesome&lt;br /&gt;in old Jerusalem&lt;br /&gt;everybody runnin a round going Je-Hi this and Je-hi that&lt;br /&gt;seems everybody forgot&lt;br /&gt;why they even invented God &lt;br /&gt;say i remember but it don't matter &lt;br /&gt;cause i don't buy that bull shit that's right.&lt;br /&gt;i don't eat trash i burn it yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Oh Jesus forgive me &lt;br /&gt;for being such a low down mow town junkie &lt;br /&gt;yeah its hunky dory &lt;br /&gt;its all water under the bridge between me and my cries  &lt;br /&gt;because he don't know that I'm just pretending&lt;br /&gt;just encase there's actually a heaven&lt;br /&gt;i sure would hate to go to hell&lt;br /&gt;for thinking that i was right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3409769777221352237-8411181273869104896?l=lilyelliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/feeds/8411181273869104896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3409769777221352237&amp;postID=8411181273869104896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/8411181273869104896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/8411181273869104896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/2009/02/go-to-hell.html' title='Go To Hell'/><author><name>Lily Elliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856471794654192816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SpiughlU9xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QprsocZCyYw/S220/simple.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3409769777221352237.post-5939224432603461175</id><published>2009-02-17T21:47:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T21:52:45.417-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ell Oh Vee Ee</title><content type='html'>Love is more than just a game for two&lt;br /&gt;               ...&lt;br /&gt;Love was made for me and you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3409769777221352237-5939224432603461175?l=lilyelliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/feeds/5939224432603461175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3409769777221352237&amp;postID=5939224432603461175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/5939224432603461175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3409769777221352237/posts/default/5939224432603461175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilyelliot.blogspot.com/2009/02/ell-oh-vee-ee.html' title='Ell Oh Vee Ee'/><author><name>Lily Elliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856471794654192816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqd8X0gVOps/SpiughlU9xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QprsocZCyYw/S220/simple.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
