<?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-10898591</id><updated>2012-01-27T17:14:46.988-05:00</updated><category term='javascript:void(0)'/><title type='text'>laura here, for now</title><subtitle type='html'>getting there</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Laura in NYC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_25FFe0KKc9g/SH6P3GlH5qI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qYps1nihMTw/S220/lauracabawesomeedit.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1000</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10898591.post-5055078023641347918</id><published>2012-01-27T17:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T17:14:47.001-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sea mirror again.....getting this!</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;Hey hey 's been forever since I've written but I am now.......help me more to come!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;this is the sea, this is a mirror&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;all of them are me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;all of them are me &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm&amp;nbsp; on&amp;nbsp; ice&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm under water &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;I'm on ice&lt;br /&gt;I'm under water &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm in a mirror &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;something falls wet, I'm&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;in a mirror, something falls wet&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm in a mirror, something falls wet &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;sea is the mirror&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;mirror is the sea&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;return what's lost to me&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;sea is the mirror&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;mirror is the sea&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;return what's lost to me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;it's meant to be that's mine&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;meant to be that's mine&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;meant to be that's mine&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;you want it you grab it&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;you want it it's yours&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;it it's yours &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10898591-5055078023641347918?l=lauralauras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/feeds/5055078023641347918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10898591&amp;postID=5055078023641347918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/5055078023641347918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/5055078023641347918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/2012/01/sea-mirror-againgetting-this.html' title='sea mirror again.....getting this!'/><author><name>Laura in NYC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_25FFe0KKc9g/SH6P3GlH5qI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qYps1nihMTw/S220/lauracabawesomeedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10898591.post-692140339642719757</id><published>2012-01-27T12:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T12:59:34.152-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fargo: Kidnapping Scene (&amp; more)</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8o6fDoTToY4?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" width="459" frameborder="0" height="344"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God this scene is incredibly disturbing but crazy I was dying watching this .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10898591-692140339642719757?l=lauralauras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/feeds/692140339642719757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10898591&amp;postID=692140339642719757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/692140339642719757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/692140339642719757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/2012/01/fargo-kidnapping-scene-more.html' title='Fargo: Kidnapping Scene (&amp; more)'/><author><name>Laura in NYC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_25FFe0KKc9g/SH6P3GlH5qI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qYps1nihMTw/S220/lauracabawesomeedit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/8o6fDoTToY4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10898591.post-592851995914822904</id><published>2012-01-27T12:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T12:52:56.207-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Santa - Reindeers</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/YKNrYb0s3xc?fs=1" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Billy Bob Thornton is  so awesome.....!DD..... this is one of the films, along with equally hilarious Griswold Family Xmas this xmas......&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10898591-592851995914822904?l=lauralauras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/feeds/592851995914822904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10898591&amp;postID=592851995914822904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/592851995914822904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/592851995914822904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/2012/01/bad-santa-reindeers.html' title='Bad Santa - Reindeers'/><author><name>Laura in NYC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_25FFe0KKc9g/SH6P3GlH5qI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qYps1nihMTw/S220/lauracabawesomeedit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/YKNrYb0s3xc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10898591.post-2892915316643339740</id><published>2012-01-27T12:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T12:38:21.177-05:00</updated><title type='text'>10 months pregnant &amp; using the pole</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/c3CY8Y6q8rg?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" width="459" frameborder="0" height="344"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; I feel better seeing this it can be done.....!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10898591-2892915316643339740?l=lauralauras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/feeds/2892915316643339740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10898591&amp;postID=2892915316643339740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/2892915316643339740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/2892915316643339740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/2012/01/10-months-pregnant-using-pole.html' title='10 months pregnant &amp; using the pole'/><author><name>Laura in NYC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_25FFe0KKc9g/SH6P3GlH5qI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qYps1nihMTw/S220/lauracabawesomeedit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/c3CY8Y6q8rg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10898591.post-5671005095317798931</id><published>2012-01-25T16:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T16:53:26.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pennies @ Under St Marks did my act!</title><content type='html'>A crazy day full of several blunders (mine) and general craziness in a lot of different places...... .........! but anyway, this material I worked so hard on I finally did it! Got my music finally......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the show I was walking on first avenue, I overheard this girl saying something like, the stuff performed tonight was "weird"......I was really thrown off by this at first. But I can take it as a back handed compliment now.....I mean if she'd said it was "bad" or "boring" that would not be good. But the fact that she thought it was "weird" shows it got her attention, got her confused...and thinking. So she wasn't bored. So I and others must have done something right..............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10898591-5671005095317798931?l=lauralauras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/feeds/5671005095317798931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10898591&amp;postID=5671005095317798931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/5671005095317798931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/5671005095317798931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/2012/01/pennies-under-st-marks-did-my-act.html' title='Pennies @ Under St Marks did my act!'/><author><name>Laura in NYC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_25FFe0KKc9g/SH6P3GlH5qI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qYps1nihMTw/S220/lauracabawesomeedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10898591.post-905779501475011445</id><published>2012-01-23T23:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T13:17:59.987-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Devo - Girl U Want</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/iHLKcbD3s58?fs=1" width="459"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;This is another record my father randomly had when he lived in Chicago.....the summer I visited him I had some skater friends who introduced me and next thing I knew there was a crazy out of control party at Dad's apartment.....guys jumping through the kitchen window.....anyway. I mean, we were teenagers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of, I dreamt of Dad last night....that I was in Chicago visiting....and we were driving a pickup truck. I got in the driver's seat (and I never drive, my license is pretty much a bad picture and that's it) and was driving....then I remembered I had a performance in NYC I had to get back for. We're going through customs in the airport. I get on the plane, back to NYC. I go into the theater where the show is going on....there are many female dancers in like sequined outfits. One of them, wearing red, with black hair (maybe cause I was reading Anne Sexton's Snow White poem) is telling me, "Get in the kitchen!" I'm not dressed to perform. They all go on stage....this was a really vivid one. I slept again for like 12 hours....making up for what I lacked before. Now, I need to memorize my poems and do ..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10898591-905779501475011445?l=lauralauras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/feeds/905779501475011445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10898591&amp;postID=905779501475011445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/905779501475011445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/905779501475011445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/2012/01/devo-girl-u-want.html' title='Devo - Girl U Want'/><author><name>Laura in NYC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_25FFe0KKc9g/SH6P3GlH5qI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qYps1nihMTw/S220/lauracabawesomeedit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/iHLKcbD3s58/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10898591.post-7001474102759867164</id><published>2012-01-20T21:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T21:46:20.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Level 42 - Lessons In Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/gt7mtdLha-c?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" width="459" frameborder="0" height="344"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;I used to watch this band as a kiddie kid these were like 80s uber cool&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10898591-7001474102759867164?l=lauralauras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/feeds/7001474102759867164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10898591&amp;postID=7001474102759867164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/7001474102759867164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/7001474102759867164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/2012/01/level-42-lessons-in-love.html' title='Level 42 - Lessons In Love'/><author><name>Laura in NYC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_25FFe0KKc9g/SH6P3GlH5qI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qYps1nihMTw/S220/lauracabawesomeedit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/gt7mtdLha-c/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10898591.post-1919902178951507974</id><published>2012-01-19T15:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T17:14:24.661-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sea Mirror</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;Hey hey 's been forever since I've written but I am now.......help me more to come!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;this is the sea, this is a mirror&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;all of them are me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;all of them are me &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm&amp;nbsp; on&amp;nbsp; ice&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm under water &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;I'm on ice&lt;br /&gt;I'm under water &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm in a mirror &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;something falls wet, I'm&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;in a mirror, something falls wet&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm in a mirror, something falls wet &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;sea is the mirror&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;mirror is the sea&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;return what's lost to me&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;sea is the mirror&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;mirror is the sea&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;return what's lost to me &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;it's meant to be that's mine&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;meant to be that's mine&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;meant to be that's mine&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;you want it you grab it&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;you want it it's yours&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;it it's yours &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10898591-1919902178951507974?l=lauralauras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/feeds/1919902178951507974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10898591&amp;postID=1919902178951507974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/1919902178951507974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/1919902178951507974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/2012/01/sea-mirror.html' title='Sea Mirror'/><author><name>Laura in NYC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_25FFe0KKc9g/SH6P3GlH5qI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qYps1nihMTw/S220/lauracabawesomeedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10898591.post-5412935414977497823</id><published>2012-01-10T19:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T19:32:13.669-05:00</updated><title type='text'>writing earthquake</title><content type='html'>Just as I was in hell and high water and freaking out over a .....cyberstalker......the earthquake in Indonesia happened. 7.3 magnitude. That place really gets hit bad. it's an archipelago......all broken up. It's all that......"bad energy" is such a cliche.....or "evil" whatever you want to call it. Or maybe just destruction. Murder. I was watching the Kill Bill scene...Daryl Hannah calling&amp;nbsp; Black Mamba "death incarnate." Got the death card twice in the tarot. Had a horrid emotional moment. Saw that word. That name. That picture. Maybe she is death incarnate. Sorry that's harsh but what am I supposed to think? As someone who is ......I won't say "bad"&amp;nbsp; or "evil" even though that exists....I'll say "not benevolent" or "destructive" or........? Call it what you will. The same thing happened about six years ago. Seven years ago. I was at midnight mass, xmas eve, they sane "Silent Night" turned out the lights, lit candles....I got in an argument, went home to brooklyn, woke up the next morning and the tsunami hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway. This is not good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10898591-5412935414977497823?l=lauralauras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/feeds/5412935414977497823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10898591&amp;postID=5412935414977497823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/5412935414977497823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/5412935414977497823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/2012/01/writing-earthquake.html' title='writing earthquake'/><author><name>Laura in NYC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_25FFe0KKc9g/SH6P3GlH5qI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qYps1nihMTw/S220/lauracabawesomeedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10898591.post-7181889545892725826</id><published>2012-01-10T15:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T15:28:23.969-05:00</updated><title type='text'>thank you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10898591-7181889545892725826?l=lauralauras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/feeds/7181889545892725826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10898591&amp;postID=7181889545892725826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/7181889545892725826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/7181889545892725826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/2012/01/thank-you.html' title='thank you'/><author><name>Laura in NYC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_25FFe0KKc9g/SH6P3GlH5qI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qYps1nihMTw/S220/lauracabawesomeedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10898591.post-7473474209324998760</id><published>2012-01-10T15:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T17:38:08.779-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ooh</title><content type='html'>sure come on my site read this and get the hell off and away from me forever.........I mean it. Or else. I'll leave the rest unsaid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gLf2Mz_0S0U/TwydpqNuaYI/AAAAAAAACXk/ZERqzULoors/s1600/cottonmouth.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gLf2Mz_0S0U/TwydpqNuaYI/AAAAAAAACXk/ZERqzULoors/s1600/cottonmouth.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10898591-7473474209324998760?l=lauralauras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/feeds/7473474209324998760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10898591&amp;postID=7473474209324998760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/7473474209324998760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/7473474209324998760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/2012/01/ooh.html' title='ooh'/><author><name>Laura in NYC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_25FFe0KKc9g/SH6P3GlH5qI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qYps1nihMTw/S220/lauracabawesomeedit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gLf2Mz_0S0U/TwydpqNuaYI/AAAAAAAACXk/ZERqzULoors/s72-c/cottonmouth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10898591.post-251541581583385081</id><published>2012-01-10T11:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T11:07:16.352-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ALi G writes a book</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/2GuzBkmVp2k?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" width="459" frameborder="0" height="344"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;I think this is the best or one of the best of his......such a riot&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10898591-251541581583385081?l=lauralauras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/feeds/251541581583385081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10898591&amp;postID=251541581583385081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/251541581583385081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/251541581583385081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/2012/01/ali-g-writes-book.html' title='ALi G writes a book'/><author><name>Laura in NYC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_25FFe0KKc9g/SH6P3GlH5qI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qYps1nihMTw/S220/lauracabawesomeedit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/2GuzBkmVp2k/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10898591.post-5723388627017087120</id><published>2012-01-10T10:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T10:53:42.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Trailer Fight - Kill Bill: Vol. 2 (7/12) Movie CLIP (2004) HD</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/TrZuYfti-pE?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" width="480" frameborder="0" height="270"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;I love this film....this scene is just.....it's really on fire! Super chick--ee......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10898591-5723388627017087120?l=lauralauras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/feeds/5723388627017087120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10898591&amp;postID=5723388627017087120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/5723388627017087120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/5723388627017087120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/2012/01/trailer-fight-kill-bill-vol-2-712-movie.html' title='The Trailer Fight - Kill Bill: Vol. 2 (7/12) Movie CLIP (2004) HD'/><author><name>Laura in NYC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_25FFe0KKc9g/SH6P3GlH5qI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qYps1nihMTw/S220/lauracabawesomeedit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/TrZuYfti-pE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10898591.post-4262784128864461441</id><published>2011-12-28T17:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T17:43:33.104-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Mambas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--MG97A3KpwY/TvubdR-YWmI/AAAAAAAACXc/kX4s7XC-slw/s1600/Black-Mamba-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--MG97A3KpwY/TvubdR-YWmI/AAAAAAAACXc/kX4s7XC-slw/s320/Black-Mamba-3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;African snake.......pretty bad bastard....!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10898591-4262784128864461441?l=lauralauras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/feeds/4262784128864461441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10898591&amp;postID=4262784128864461441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/4262784128864461441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/4262784128864461441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/2011/12/black-mambas.html' title='Black Mambas'/><author><name>Laura in NYC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_25FFe0KKc9g/SH6P3GlH5qI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qYps1nihMTw/S220/lauracabawesomeedit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--MG97A3KpwY/TvubdR-YWmI/AAAAAAAACXc/kX4s7XC-slw/s72-c/Black-Mamba-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10898591.post-1179661524537200670</id><published>2011-12-28T17:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T17:25:21.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>11. Brothers Love Dubs - 1-800 Ming (Rui Da Silva Remix) - GU019 - CD1 b...</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/6LT6vuS4c9Y?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" width="459"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;I know I go on and on about this but this particular....what is it now? A CD? An album? A ipod list whatever it is now......it has....I do think this is one of the BEST recordings ever.....I know this is morbid, but I bought this back in the summer 2000 and this is one of the rare instances it's worth actually buying the whole CD cause you'd have to listen to it straight through. Just because I'm the cheapest person in the world. I don't buy anything. I don't steal it. I just don't HAVE anything cause I don't spend. But this is one of the exceptions. There. That's a compliment from me. But I ......listened to this all that year and through the summer. I kind of....in my head I associate it with......well never mind I won't go into it. Anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10898591-1179661524537200670?l=lauralauras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/feeds/1179661524537200670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10898591&amp;postID=1179661524537200670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/1179661524537200670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/1179661524537200670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/2011/12/11-brothers-love-dubs-1-800-ming-rui-da.html' title='11. Brothers Love Dubs - 1-800 Ming (Rui Da Silva Remix) - GU019 - CD1 b...'/><author><name>Laura in NYC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_25FFe0KKc9g/SH6P3GlH5qI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qYps1nihMTw/S220/lauracabawesomeedit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/6LT6vuS4c9Y/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10898591.post-7363507692259583760</id><published>2011-12-23T02:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T02:47:53.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>treat others as you want to be treated then maybe they won't run from you</title><content type='html'>I'm always hearing men say that nice guys finish last. Really it's more like this: someone acts like an asshole to people and does terrible things to them; then doesn't understand why people can't stand them and don't want to be around them. You fuck people over then wonder why they don't want to....well I could be crude but I won't be. You know. Is it really that hard to figure out? Why....you know, if people are tensing up, looking away, leaving the room as you walk into it......if people move away as you move toward them, if they are blowing you off, if they are leaving you......you have to ask yourself why at some point and maybe you did something. Now, not all the time is this true. But often it is. You treat people badly you're mean to everyone, or some, what do you expect? Do you expect them to like you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversely, on another subject, I'm sorry. I'm sorry if I did wrong or caused harm. I'm really sorry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are those, however, who did this to me and purposely, knowingly so. Yes there are those who have it worse. Yes, sometimes I fuck up and make my own bed. But not always. Sometimes it IS the fault of others. This unfortunately happened in the past 24 hours....I should not have to suffer for this dirtball's wrongful behavior. You can't make excuses for yourself when you're grown up, well into your 30s.....hell you're not five years old anymore. OK. there. That's it for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10898591-7363507692259583760?l=lauralauras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/feeds/7363507692259583760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10898591&amp;postID=7363507692259583760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/7363507692259583760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/7363507692259583760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/2011/12/treat-others-as-you-want-to-be-treated.html' title='treat others as you want to be treated then maybe they won&apos;t run from you'/><author><name>Laura in NYC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_25FFe0KKc9g/SH6P3GlH5qI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qYps1nihMTw/S220/lauracabawesomeedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10898591.post-5353018070061804321</id><published>2011-12-18T03:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T03:14:31.367-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fleetwood Mac Not That Funny 0001</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/qwlXxq50-ZI?fs=1" width="459"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; Shulamith Firestone wrote about &lt;a href="http://touchinglynaivebooks.wordpress.com/2007/02/12/the-dialectic-of-sex-shulamith-firestone/"&gt;"The Myth of Childhood."  &lt;/a&gt;I really was never a kid. Ever. Age four and five....I didn't listen to little kids' music.....even then I was into dance stuff, I mean like disco/house/club music.........I had some friends my age, and some enemies too. Most of my friends were older than me, many age 40 and older. That's when I was around seven. No, they weren't molesting me...........lol.........Where am I going with this.....? this is how I found out about this stuff.....much of it.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10898591-5353018070061804321?l=lauralauras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/feeds/5353018070061804321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10898591&amp;postID=5353018070061804321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/5353018070061804321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/5353018070061804321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/2011/12/fleetwood-mac-not-that-funny-0001.html' title='Fleetwood Mac Not That Funny 0001'/><author><name>Laura in NYC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_25FFe0KKc9g/SH6P3GlH5qI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qYps1nihMTw/S220/lauracabawesomeedit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/qwlXxq50-ZI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10898591.post-4709475914281446947</id><published>2011-12-18T02:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T03:03:53.574-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My thing for Daryl Hall, age 10 or so</title><content type='html'>Too young to really understand it all......just because there's a part of me that likes somewhat, not too, feminine men......I said before I'm not into blond men. He's probably one of very few exceptions......very interesting and very cool person in reality............ , you know....................I guess....I said this before.....but in Chicago growing up I was exposed to the creme de la creme of artists, socialites, dancers.....my dad's neighbor was a record promoter, so we were constantly getting previews of everything that was coming out, before it went to the radio stations. A lot of the most, the&amp;nbsp; better more brilliant stuff didn't make the airwaves. The other material on these artists' records is often much better, but mostly unheard. That is, until I come into the picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNXUpUx2sJQ/Tu2bF4JmyQI/AAAAAAAACXQ/izpiT3fOfEU/s1600/Daryl-Hall-Sacred-Songs-417125.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="319" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNXUpUx2sJQ/Tu2bF4JmyQI/AAAAAAAACXQ/izpiT3fOfEU/s320/Daryl-Hall-Sacred-Songs-417125.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10898591-4709475914281446947?l=lauralauras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/feeds/4709475914281446947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10898591&amp;postID=4709475914281446947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/4709475914281446947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/4709475914281446947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-thing-for-daryl-hall-age-10-or-so.html' title='My thing for Daryl Hall, age 10 or so'/><author><name>Laura in NYC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_25FFe0KKc9g/SH6P3GlH5qI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qYps1nihMTw/S220/lauracabawesomeedit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNXUpUx2sJQ/Tu2bF4JmyQI/AAAAAAAACXQ/izpiT3fOfEU/s72-c/Daryl-Hall-Sacred-Songs-417125.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10898591.post-7652727586076373373</id><published>2011-12-18T01:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T01:15:38.448-05:00</updated><title type='text'>slept slept and slept</title><content type='html'>when I got back to the apt around 7am earlier today I fell asleep, in my sweat clothes......didn't wake up til around 5:30 in the evening. Showered.....fell asleep for another 6 hours. I haven't had that much sleep in years.....don't think. I feel like I'm not in myself, but I'm still alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After working on my new material through the night cuz.....for all it's problems, the place I go to is open 24 hours now for finals....but there's no one here.....so I can do my stuff with almost no distractions even though it's cold, bleak and depressing in this neighborhood......especially in winter. But I'm grateful beyond words for this.....really. For this reason, now that my gym is not open 24 hours anymore ( and my favorite club is closed ( but there's this for now. And all the weirdos who hang out here at night know me now. At my old gym I could go in at 1am rehearse whatever I was working on in the exercise room upstairs and no one would bother me. Then get on the train at 5 am. This time realistically there's no one around and I can really concentrate. it's hard, however, to read my own words. That's the challenge. I need to memorize it still. Tomorrow.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10898591-7652727586076373373?l=lauralauras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/feeds/7652727586076373373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10898591&amp;postID=7652727586076373373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/7652727586076373373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/7652727586076373373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/2011/12/slept-slept-and-slept.html' title='slept slept and slept'/><author><name>Laura in NYC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_25FFe0KKc9g/SH6P3GlH5qI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qYps1nihMTw/S220/lauracabawesomeedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10898591.post-3287786145803160132</id><published>2011-12-17T00:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T00:37:17.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Confetti Heart!</title><content type='html'>whee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q99cJKWWPD4/Tuwqcb_Fe5I/AAAAAAAACXE/MQ9XB_3Dg1E/s1600/Confetti-Hearts-Over-White.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="254" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q99cJKWWPD4/Tuwqcb_Fe5I/AAAAAAAACXE/MQ9XB_3Dg1E/s320/Confetti-Hearts-Over-White.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;my hard work's paying off......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10898591-3287786145803160132?l=lauralauras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/feeds/3287786145803160132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10898591&amp;postID=3287786145803160132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/3287786145803160132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/3287786145803160132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/2011/12/confetti-heart.html' title='Confetti Heart!'/><author><name>Laura in NYC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_25FFe0KKc9g/SH6P3GlH5qI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qYps1nihMTw/S220/lauracabawesomeedit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q99cJKWWPD4/Tuwqcb_Fe5I/AAAAAAAACXE/MQ9XB_3Dg1E/s72-c/Confetti-Hearts-Over-White.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10898591.post-6441868193600227129</id><published>2011-12-16T21:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T21:27:45.404-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Britney Spears before and after</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KKJHR7tiNsk/Tuv9NcD1GZI/AAAAAAAACW8/wuWBfRu6wzE/s1600/britney-crazy-8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="286" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KKJHR7tiNsk/Tuv9NcD1GZI/AAAAAAAACW8/wuWBfRu6wzE/s320/britney-crazy-8.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She was driven to this by the cult ..............that someone can do this to a person. http://www.judiciaryreport.com/britneys_bugged_bear.htm&amp;nbsp; well this is what was written by others, not me. She started out young, beautiful and talented (at least she could dance, definitely) but those who were envious (hmmmm, who could that be?) deliberately worked against her but don't take my word for it.....check it out the information is out there............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/XA6Zs-tN-3I?fs=1" width="459"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10898591-6441868193600227129?l=lauralauras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/feeds/6441868193600227129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10898591&amp;postID=6441868193600227129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/6441868193600227129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/6441868193600227129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/2011/12/britney-spears-before-and-after.html' title='Britney Spears before and after'/><author><name>Laura in NYC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_25FFe0KKc9g/SH6P3GlH5qI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qYps1nihMTw/S220/lauracabawesomeedit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KKJHR7tiNsk/Tuv9NcD1GZI/AAAAAAAACW8/wuWBfRu6wzE/s72-c/britney-crazy-8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10898591.post-3877259651015754396</id><published>2011-12-16T20:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T20:02:59.589-05:00</updated><title type='text'>oh also</title><content type='html'>The Kardashians, upstanding individuals that they are, attempted to have my site deleted; completely illegally. This I've found out. I ask people....well....I guess I don't have to ask. It's already happening. May their wretched 15 minutes burn into the dust.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10898591-3877259651015754396?l=lauralauras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/feeds/3877259651015754396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10898591&amp;postID=3877259651015754396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/3877259651015754396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/3877259651015754396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/2011/12/oh-also.html' title='oh also'/><author><name>Laura in NYC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_25FFe0KKc9g/SH6P3GlH5qI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qYps1nihMTw/S220/lauracabawesomeedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10898591.post-8670217108046379462</id><published>2011-12-16T19:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T19:42:34.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>*It* at it again</title><content type='html'>very distressed in ways.......like a tornadoe......not right not right and yes I am PISSED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE BACK OFF !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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 So.....if you were a teenage girl back in the 70s who would your "Justin Timberlake/Justin Bieber" (hmmm......a theme going with this name? ) be....Peter Frampton......pretty boys I think they tend to be most popular..... I know about him from having read, a long time ago...in my early teens, a book called &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Falling-Place-Ann-Beattie/dp/067973192X"&gt;Falling in Place, by Anne Beattie&lt;/a&gt; where the girl is obsessed with Peter Frampton and rubs herself all over his poster. Suburban white trash? The characters aren't really.......the author portrays them without any sentimentality.&lt;br /&gt;Hm. I don't think I would have chosen him, just cause I'm not into blonds, as men. For the most part. I tend to like brown and black hair. Brunets? Is that the masculine of Brunette? Oh, but wait a minute.....whose is his hair like? Maybe that was subconscious.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10898591-7719437946752998778?l=lauralauras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/feeds/7719437946752998778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10898591&amp;postID=7719437946752998778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/7719437946752998778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/7719437946752998778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/2011/12/peter-frampton-show-me-way.html' title='Peter Frampton - Show Me the Way'/><author><name>Laura in NYC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_25FFe0KKc9g/SH6P3GlH5qI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qYps1nihMTw/S220/lauracabawesomeedit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Al9WmowJ3bQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10898591.post-2877520939672057123</id><published>2011-12-16T16:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T16:05:02.482-05:00</updated><title type='text'>today...slept for what felt like countless hours</title><content type='html'>I was dancing yesterday.....performed last night.....my arms and thighs were bruised.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then what bizarre dreams I remember just cause I was woken by a noise......I always always dream about water only this time it was dirty. I had these little candles I lit two......one burned faster than the other though I didn't know which one....(Edna St. Vincent Millay "My candle burns at both ends....." ) then I walked past a building where someone, a man I know, I thought it was him....but it morphed into an Orthodox woman in a building where Hasidim were living.....though I thought a friend had told me he lived there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then that I was told someone I knew said something about someone I met.....OK I'm holding back I can't give away too much......but that was very upsetting to me. I woke up and ..... only a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. That someone I ....this a singer, that I had been drawn to this summer......was stepping into a lake or river of very choppy water, not really clean, like the Hudson River. I was telling him not to do it but he did....going down steps. There was a motorboat or something I was on, or supposed to be on (I get this all the time though the water changes).....and I realize I left some candles I'd bought on a boat across the water.....I'd have to get over it, through it to get them. Who knows? I usually don't understand til later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 style="margin-top: -4px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ldiehl.deviantart.com/art/River-of-Dreams-38129575"&gt;River of Dreams&lt;/a&gt; &lt;small&gt;&lt;span class="by"&gt;by&lt;/span&gt; ~&lt;a class="u" href="http://ldiehl.deviantart.com/"&gt;ldiehl&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="margin-top: -4px;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="margin-top: -4px;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xsq-FR4VAb0/TuuyK_1IOfI/AAAAAAAACWc/Hk5erLbYTls/s1600/River_of_Dreams_by_ldiehl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xsq-FR4VAb0/TuuyK_1IOfI/AAAAAAAACWc/Hk5erLbYTls/s320/River_of_Dreams_by_ldiehl.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h1 style="margin-top: -4px;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10898591-2877520939672057123?l=lauralauras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/feeds/2877520939672057123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10898591&amp;postID=2877520939672057123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/2877520939672057123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/2877520939672057123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/2011/12/todayslept-for-what-felt-like-countless.html' title='today...slept for what felt like countless hours'/><author><name>Laura in NYC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_25FFe0KKc9g/SH6P3GlH5qI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qYps1nihMTw/S220/lauracabawesomeedit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xsq-FR4VAb0/TuuyK_1IOfI/AAAAAAAACWc/Hk5erLbYTls/s72-c/River_of_Dreams_by_ldiehl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10898591.post-6371177276900674261</id><published>2011-12-15T01:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T01:09:28.984-05:00</updated><title type='text'>but</title><content type='html'>on the up side it's pretty funny. VERY funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night at St. Marks was awesome the night was great......thanks All! Killy Dwyer's was brilliant and hilarious....as..."Fuck"? I think that was her character's name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10898591-6371177276900674261?l=lauralauras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/feeds/6371177276900674261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10898591&amp;postID=6371177276900674261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/6371177276900674261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/6371177276900674261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/2011/12/but.html' title='but'/><author><name>Laura in NYC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_25FFe0KKc9g/SH6P3GlH5qI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qYps1nihMTw/S220/lauracabawesomeedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10898591.post-5528809641290830062</id><published>2011-12-15T01:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T01:08:13.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>writing, lists, stuff......</title><content type='html'>now in the fun process of organizing the legion pages I printed out.....lists of stuff to get done.....clothes to be washed.....projects, needs, goals desires. Hey it's pretty simple yet so complicated......how did this get the size of Gone With the Wind.....? I wrote out so much by hand, it's now sore, I'm left handed.......there's more that I will post soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10898591-5528809641290830062?l=lauralauras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/feeds/5528809641290830062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10898591&amp;postID=5528809641290830062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/5528809641290830062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/5528809641290830062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/2011/12/writing-lists-stuff.html' title='writing, lists, stuff......'/><author><name>Laura in NYC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_25FFe0KKc9g/SH6P3GlH5qI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qYps1nihMTw/S220/lauracabawesomeedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10898591.post-2952768528366363089</id><published>2011-12-12T02:40:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T00:14:07.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'>oops forgot to title Sea Mirror Revised again</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;the mirrors sea&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;had to be&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;seas too many&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;strawberry&amp;nbsp; skin&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;that's me &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;the sea is a&amp;nbsp; mirror&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;all of them are me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;sea is a mirror&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;all of them are me &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;so hot, white hot hits me &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;so hot, white hot hits me &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;this a mirror this the sea&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;all this bubbly white washes over me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;lights are fragments &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;it's me, me on a hill&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she is underwater me, me on a hill &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm in a mirror&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;something falls over me&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;something falls over me&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;something falls wet, sea salt&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;there are two of them&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;there are two of them&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;brother twin he's mine&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;return what was lost &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm in all that I'm in &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;a mirror is the sea&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;sea is the mirror &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;it's meant to be that's mine&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;meant to be that's mine&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;through me around me meant to be that's mine&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10898591-2952768528366363089?l=lauralauras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/feeds/2952768528366363089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10898591&amp;postID=2952768528366363089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/2952768528366363089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/2952768528366363089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/2011/12/mirrors-sea-had-to-be-out-of-vapors.html' title='oops forgot to title Sea Mirror Revised again'/><author><name>Laura in NYC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_25FFe0KKc9g/SH6P3GlH5qI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qYps1nihMTw/S220/lauracabawesomeedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10898591.post-4815970617239436542</id><published>2011-12-10T17:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T17:28:00.809-05:00</updated><title type='text'>06. Way Out West - The Fall (Bedrock Remix) - GU019 - CD2 by John Digweed</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3ADKvzWPqUI?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" width="459"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;very spacey realized listening to this on the full moon .....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10898591-4815970617239436542?l=lauralauras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/feeds/4815970617239436542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10898591&amp;postID=4815970617239436542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/4815970617239436542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/4815970617239436542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/2011/12/06-way-out-west-fall-bedrock-remix.html' title='06. Way Out West - The Fall (Bedrock Remix) - GU019 - CD2 by John Digweed'/><author><name>Laura in NYC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_25FFe0KKc9g/SH6P3GlH5qI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qYps1nihMTw/S220/lauracabawesomeedit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/3ADKvzWPqUI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10898591.post-6103316438208286243</id><published>2011-12-08T12:27:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T22:04:41.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>John Henry Draize</title><content type='html'>I had to edit this for clarity a little embarrassing. I sound like one of those fundamentalist preachers really what I meant is................influenced by something I read..........if there's a way to torture a person's soul or if people can suffer in the afterlife then honestly this is one who has it long coming you know.&amp;nbsp; Whatever your view of "hell" is I'd say ..........the I think it was Prometheus, was condemned to having his liver eaten forever. Eh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10898591-6103316438208286243?l=lauralauras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/feeds/6103316438208286243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10898591&amp;postID=6103316438208286243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/6103316438208286243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/6103316438208286243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/2011/12/john-henry-draize.html' title='John Henry Draize'/><author><name>Laura in NYC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_25FFe0KKc9g/SH6P3GlH5qI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qYps1nihMTw/S220/lauracabawesomeedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10898591.post-7743221716809073178</id><published>2011-12-05T01:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T01:43:20.761-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Golden earring - Twilight zone</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/a1sf2CzEq0w?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" width="459" frameborder="0" height="344"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;I  remember, as a kid, playing hide and seek and this song being on the radio. This video is a fucking amazing. Love the dancing fembot fatales&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10898591-7743221716809073178?l=lauralauras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/feeds/7743221716809073178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10898591&amp;postID=7743221716809073178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/7743221716809073178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/7743221716809073178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/2011/12/golden-earring-twilight-zone.html' title='Golden earring - Twilight zone'/><author><name>Laura in NYC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_25FFe0KKc9g/SH6P3GlH5qI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qYps1nihMTw/S220/lauracabawesomeedit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/a1sf2CzEq0w/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10898591.post-2908935902157497815</id><published>2011-12-03T16:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T16:51:40.177-05:00</updated><title type='text'>youtube and life</title><content type='html'>and else where......quite a lot of meanness, viciousness really. I've had it directed at me and I've seen it at others. People who didn't deserve that. What do you do? It's very traumatizing. It becomes......when your trust is violated it's very hard to go back. What can you do besides remove those individuals from your life completely? Just get away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10898591-2908935902157497815?l=lauralauras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/feeds/2908935902157497815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10898591&amp;postID=2908935902157497815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/2908935902157497815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/2908935902157497815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/2011/12/youtube-and-life.html' title='youtube and life'/><author><name>Laura in NYC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_25FFe0KKc9g/SH6P3GlH5qI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qYps1nihMTw/S220/lauracabawesomeedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10898591.post-4789632857638936834</id><published>2011-12-03T11:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T11:59:17.072-05:00</updated><title type='text'>tendues</title><content type='html'>I read, in a book on the late choreographer Balanchine, that he said the most important thing a dancer can do is "tendues" basically just pointing the foot and bringing it back toward you incredibly simple......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10898591-4789632857638936834?l=lauralauras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/feeds/4789632857638936834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10898591&amp;postID=4789632857638936834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/4789632857638936834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/4789632857638936834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/2011/12/tendues.html' title='tendues'/><author><name>Laura in NYC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_25FFe0KKc9g/SH6P3GlH5qI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qYps1nihMTw/S220/lauracabawesomeedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10898591.post-3025357884478442016</id><published>2011-12-03T10:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T11:20:57.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>enough said</title><content type='html'>I'm not taking this any further. Not here anyway. "It" clearly has a problem with female artists and female genius but well, yeah, anyway.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10898591-3025357884478442016?l=lauralauras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/feeds/3025357884478442016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10898591&amp;postID=3025357884478442016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/3025357884478442016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/3025357884478442016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/2011/12/enough-said.html' title='enough said'/><author><name>Laura in NYC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_25FFe0KKc9g/SH6P3GlH5qI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qYps1nihMTw/S220/lauracabawesomeedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10898591.post-6040739673939135633</id><published>2011-12-03T10:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T10:55:21.035-05:00</updated><title type='text'>if you want to know how far it's gone</title><content type='html'>"it" even has reached out to my friends and family to try to turn them against me and start stuff......to rip apart me from the inside and tear apart my family life and personal friendships with people. People who are again innocent and have nothing to do with this whole thing are being harassed by this sick monster.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10898591-6040739673939135633?l=lauralauras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/feeds/6040739673939135633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10898591&amp;postID=6040739673939135633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/6040739673939135633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/6040739673939135633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/2011/12/if-you-want-to-know-how-far-its-gone.html' title='if you want to know how far it&apos;s gone'/><author><name>Laura in NYC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_25FFe0KKc9g/SH6P3GlH5qI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qYps1nihMTw/S220/lauracabawesomeedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10898591.post-8414104940666638888</id><published>2011-12-03T10:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T10:37:47.582-05:00</updated><title type='text'>and</title><content type='html'>that evil "it" is at it again. that explains everything. I'll leave it at that; I've written on it elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally; look, things are what they are and I call them as they see them. What I write is not all nice; life isn't always nice. What more can I say? I'm very .....I was horribly ripped apart last night and devastated by ..............I just was put through a hell and torture that continued til this morning. I'm grateful for its end. You can't really expect me to be nice and cheerful while this is happening, and it reflects in what I write. It is what it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10898591-8414104940666638888?l=lauralauras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/feeds/8414104940666638888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10898591&amp;postID=8414104940666638888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/8414104940666638888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/8414104940666638888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/2011/12/and.html' title='and'/><author><name>Laura in NYC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_25FFe0KKc9g/SH6P3GlH5qI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qYps1nihMTw/S220/lauracabawesomeedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10898591.post-5263081515841942179</id><published>2011-12-03T10:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T10:34:07.735-05:00</updated><title type='text'>after this</title><content type='html'>start over. start the whole day over. the whole day. start the whole day over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10898591-5263081515841942179?l=lauralauras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/feeds/5263081515841942179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10898591&amp;postID=5263081515841942179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/5263081515841942179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/5263081515841942179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/2011/12/after-this.html' title='after this'/><author><name>Laura in NYC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_25FFe0KKc9g/SH6P3GlH5qI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qYps1nihMTw/S220/lauracabawesomeedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10898591.post-5794685492682684436</id><published>2011-12-03T10:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T10:29:38.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'>things</title><content type='html'>I wrote some stuff I may or may not publish. I'm distressed beyond all words. Morning was awful, but daytime never sits well with me. Horrible. And a devastating betrayal and slash from someone who ought to care but well what else is new.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10898591-5794685492682684436?l=lauralauras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/feeds/5794685492682684436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10898591&amp;postID=5794685492682684436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/5794685492682684436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/5794685492682684436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/2011/12/things.html' title='things'/><author><name>Laura in NYC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_25FFe0KKc9g/SH6P3GlH5qI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qYps1nihMTw/S220/lauracabawesomeedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10898591.post-6194948003179192224</id><published>2011-12-02T07:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T17:03:04.275-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NYC Nightlife</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;Back in the late 90s, the nightclub Limelight became embroiled in controversy over an alleged murder; excuse me I'm editing for clarity: Someone was murdered, and the main suspect was Limelight club promoter Michael Alig; who it turns out was guilty: in a heroin-induced psychosis murdered his lover, Angel Mendez, I believe was his name. Limelight gained the reputation of being a drug den of degenerate.....? Killer drag queens? I was obsessed with this whole matter and read the New Yorker story hundreds of times......the owner of Limelight was Peter Gatien.....I'm not going to go into the whole thing here because ......that's a book in itself. This is all the subject of the film Party Monster and a new documentary. Reading this article, because a) I'm psychic and b) I was a on off club kid myself who worshiped techno/rave music and the scene..............I knew something was way off and being really severely distorted if not lied about. Fast forward 13 years whatever it's been; lo and behold I was right.....this so called "Quality of Life" campaign which was a euphemism for a human rights assault on artists and anyone in the.....what do you say? Underground non conformist community; smear, slander, harass, rob I'm calling it what it was. Look at the pictures of these kids and the ones of Lady Gaga.....what a coincidence! And you thought she invented this weirdness herself? I have nothing against her....you know I like her videos she has a certain appeal but in no way did she invent her own image or most of her music. In other words, "Quality of Life" was a, dare I say it? a farce and a .....dare I say? Lie. Peter Gatien was portrayed as a dangerous, deviant and hardened criminal who was conspiring to kill kids with illegal drugs (even though he himself had three kids) and so on and so forth.....was finally deported to his native Canada, and subsequently robbed. If I have this story right.....Gatien said that the police infiltrated and went underground into his clubs to buy drugs, to prove they were being sold and make a bust. They managed to make four buys of small bags of grass. That's it. Hundreds of thousands of people went to these places every week. This is a quote from Gatien, "I got acquitted for the drug charges in three hours after a five-week  trial. The Feds win 99 percent of their cases, but I had a great lawyer,  Ben Brafman [who represented DSK recently]. It was a major  embarrassment to the Feds that they lost that case." &lt;a href="http://www.thedailybeast.com/articles/2011/09/22/peter-gatien-looks-back-at-mick-jagger-guns-n-roses-the-limelight-club.html" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.thedailybeast.com/articles/2011/09/22/peter-gatien-looks-back-at-mick-jagger-guns-n-roses-the-limelight-club.html&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.thedailybeast.com/articles/2011/09/22/peter-gatien-looks-back-at-mick-jagger-guns-n-roses-the-limelight-club.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then said Guiliani destroyed NYC in so many words. Mr. "Quality of Life" who also allegedly, though I'd have to really look into this but it's probably true, said pole dancers are strippers (therefore criminals) because he's the expert on pole dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey don't take my word for it read the stuff yourself and see. The level of fraud going on is......it's just unbelievable. I knew it. I &lt;i&gt;knew&lt;/i&gt; something was off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10898591-6194948003179192224?l=lauralauras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/feeds/6194948003179192224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10898591&amp;postID=6194948003179192224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/6194948003179192224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/6194948003179192224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/2011/12/nyc-nightlife.html' title='NYC Nightlife'/><author><name>Laura in NYC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_25FFe0KKc9g/SH6P3GlH5qI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qYps1nihMTw/S220/lauracabawesomeedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10898591.post-683683365790254140</id><published>2011-11-30T17:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T17:29:19.005-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLVIS Rumble Town</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/nXnSU8ORoYw?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" width="459"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;six degrees of separation? so it goes w/art found about this thru a friend of a friend of a friend of a ......well, it was a long time ago. good thing I asked huh? this is brilliant!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10898591-683683365790254140?l=lauralauras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/feeds/683683365790254140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10898591&amp;postID=683683365790254140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/683683365790254140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/683683365790254140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/2011/11/hellvis-rumble-town.html' title='HELLVIS Rumble Town'/><author><name>Laura in NYC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_25FFe0KKc9g/SH6P3GlH5qI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qYps1nihMTw/S220/lauracabawesomeedit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/nXnSU8ORoYw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10898591.post-4235835879553188815</id><published>2011-11-29T15:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T15:18:33.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wilderness Survival : What to Do if You Are Bitten by a Cottonmouth</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/YOkma2WVtYU?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;This is fascinating, and devastating. I have a friend who was bitten by a spider in California.....he said in the emergency room he was begging them to cut off his arm man whooooooo.........people saying copperheads aren't dangerous, then someone is killed by one. Why the hell do people go near these guys, or even consider keeping them as pets? They are NOT pets. You see them, leave them where they are. Especially, I mean, if you approach one without respect then you're asking for it I'm sorry.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10898591-4235835879553188815?l=lauralauras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/feeds/4235835879553188815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10898591&amp;postID=4235835879553188815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/4235835879553188815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/4235835879553188815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/2011/11/wilderness-survival-what-to-do-if-you.html' title='Wilderness Survival : What to Do if You Are Bitten by a Cottonmouth'/><author><name>Laura in NYC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_25FFe0KKc9g/SH6P3GlH5qI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qYps1nihMTw/S220/lauracabawesomeedit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/YOkma2WVtYU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10898591.post-5336294502495163508</id><published>2011-11-29T09:08:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T09:16:21.352-05:00</updated><title type='text'>by the way</title><content type='html'>particular person I'm speaking of is a really bad writer. her stuff is unreadable. ok. think about it. someone who tried to be a comedienne and was about as funny as my shoe. finally, they're being outed for who they are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10898591-5336294502495163508?l=lauralauras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/feeds/5336294502495163508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10898591&amp;postID=5336294502495163508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/5336294502495163508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/5336294502495163508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/2011/11/by-way.html' title='by the way'/><author><name>Laura in NYC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_25FFe0KKc9g/SH6P3GlH5qI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qYps1nihMTw/S220/lauracabawesomeedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10898591.post-8949450176451747236</id><published>2011-11-29T09:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T09:00:29.974-05:00</updated><title type='text'>wiretapping, stalking and cyberstalking alive and well in America</title><content type='html'>another minor detail overlooked by the American press (maybe because they're in on it); we are being spied on. Things said in private conversations in the privacy of our homes, turning up in the newspapers and television even comedy skits, on billboards no joke........who does that to an innocent person? Wake up folks it ain't just the UK. I'm very ......how could somebody do that to another person? That's someone with part of their brain missing. Most of us are raised with a sense of right and wrong, that it's simply....we would feel like what we're doing is wrong, is bad, that we're bad, in breaking into someone's home and putting cameras and tape recorders there and on cell phones or hidden in presents................... to go behind someone's back, without their knowledge, abusing and violating their trust, their naivete, and do this dirty work on them..........there.......privacy is a right not a privilege. Accept that if you're out in the public eye in any way.....I mean probably if you're performing on subway platforms you're out there; there are those who have an interest in you and it's not a good one. Perps in my situation have a particular edge with female artists; they really do hate them. I'm not joking. Boy I don't like to write about this. But it is what it is. There are those running loose who are dangerous human beings. They are wrecking right and left, damaging; is it so much a mystery why the economy, the economy, the economy.....all you ever hear about is the economy.......the country.....is in the state it's in? The theft is so colossal it can't be measured; that I am serious about to. There are those arrogant enough to feel entitled to do whatever they want, screw over whoever they want; steal money or jewelry from a child sure no problem. It always go on, but ignorance is not bliss. Oblivion just makes you an idiot, I'm sorry. Only after being sadly a witness to this evil every day am I forced to finally say something...........walking away doesn't make it go away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10898591-8949450176451747236?l=lauralauras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/feeds/8949450176451747236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10898591&amp;postID=8949450176451747236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/8949450176451747236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/8949450176451747236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/2011/11/wiretapping-stalking-and-cyberstalking.html' title='wiretapping, stalking and cyberstalking alive and well in America'/><author><name>Laura in NYC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_25FFe0KKc9g/SH6P3GlH5qI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qYps1nihMTw/S220/lauracabawesomeedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10898591.post-8734555898375580045</id><published>2011-11-28T04:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T04:06:56.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>again, that "it" is after me</title><content type='html'>a truly evil, sick jealous monster . and oh, while you're at it, get off my page. you're not welcome in my life in any way stay away . I repeat, stay away from me. to whom I say this, you know who you are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10898591-8734555898375580045?l=lauralauras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/feeds/8734555898375580045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10898591&amp;postID=8734555898375580045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/8734555898375580045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/8734555898375580045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/2011/11/again-that-it-is-after-me.html' title='again, that &quot;it&quot; is after me'/><author><name>Laura in NYC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_25FFe0KKc9g/SH6P3GlH5qI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qYps1nihMTw/S220/lauracabawesomeedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10898591.post-5986660447985732216</id><published>2011-11-28T02:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T02:06:09.755-05:00</updated><title type='text'>michael clark choreography dance 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/jrbdzPk2Xi0?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" width="459" frameborder="0" height="344"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;Had to plug this as well......I love Michael Clark and I watched this video as a teenager I flipped upside down inside out.....this is what inspired me to go out and become part of the NYC downtown scene....I couldn't wait til I turned 18.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10898591-5986660447985732216?l=lauralauras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/feeds/5986660447985732216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10898591&amp;postID=5986660447985732216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/5986660447985732216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/5986660447985732216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/2011/11/michael-clark-choreography-dance-1.html' title='michael clark choreography dance 1'/><author><name>Laura in NYC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_25FFe0KKc9g/SH6P3GlH5qI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qYps1nihMTw/S220/lauracabawesomeedit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/jrbdzPk2Xi0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10898591.post-1576317536243095208</id><published>2011-11-28T01:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T01:27:06.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>but still</title><content type='html'>I feel like "something" well yeah there's some mystery there. Still. There is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10898591-1576317536243095208?l=lauralauras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/feeds/1576317536243095208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10898591&amp;postID=1576317536243095208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/1576317536243095208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/1576317536243095208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/2011/11/but-still.html' title='but still'/><author><name>Laura in NYC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_25FFe0KKc9g/SH6P3GlH5qI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qYps1nihMTw/S220/lauracabawesomeedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10898591.post-505796255296176489</id><published>2011-11-28T01:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T01:25:51.207-05:00</updated><title type='text'>as for go go ga ga</title><content type='html'>wearing a Baphomet "hat" does not make one an anything. I know people who are involved in Satanism and very intense spiritual studies (no, I'm not a Satanist myself I do know some) ...... and it's a great deal of work and not easy. All that stuff about "selling your soul" total BS.&amp;nbsp; One ritual won't land you the lottery, SORRY! If ONLY it were that simple. Lady Gaga, even though I do like her, I love her videos, has been outed innumerable times as having copied scores of other artists, such as Dale Bozzio, Ace of Base.....and the entire underground club scene from NYC in the late 90s to well now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10898591-505796255296176489?l=lauralauras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/feeds/505796255296176489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10898591&amp;postID=505796255296176489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/505796255296176489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/505796255296176489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/2011/11/as-for-go-go-ga-ga.html' title='as for go go ga ga'/><author><name>Laura in NYC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_25FFe0KKc9g/SH6P3GlH5qI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qYps1nihMTw/S220/lauracabawesomeedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10898591.post-502611377416715683</id><published>2011-11-28T01:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T01:21:40.599-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Gos</title><content type='html'>Hum sounds a little like....ga ga.....where am I going with this? It's late, I've been not feeling well, my head and nose stuffed....mind going many directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was listening to some go gos and their less popular stuff is much darker than what got played on the radio. I read somewhere that Belinda Carlisle had read Anton LaVey's writings and performed rituals from the Church of Satan. Again, this is open to many interpretations. Likely these artists are no more.....you can say this about any number of 14 year old death metal kids. Anton LaVey had said he was an atheist and their rituals were for show or psychological.....and were very rough, shoddy. Still, in the Jayne Mansfield story well what happened happened. Whether this is tied to the Manson killings, again, speculation. I read Susan Atkins' account of what happened and she blew the lid off much of the mystery surrounding them. Cults yes.....she had said it's .....easier to "brainwash" young, lost confused kids in California because you can more easily isolate them......not leave them other options, other opinions. In NYC, you can run across the street and there'll be someone to contradict what you're being told. Then, there was no Internet. There was no one, no where to run. No one to tell you what you were hearing was wrong. I myself was saved by friends who warned me about certain groups that had targeted me. I didn't, however, stay far enough away. I didn't ......know then what I now know....not enough. No one did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10898591-502611377416715683?l=lauralauras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/feeds/502611377416715683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10898591&amp;postID=502611377416715683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/502611377416715683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/502611377416715683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/2011/11/go-gos.html' title='Go Gos'/><author><name>Laura in NYC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_25FFe0KKc9g/SH6P3GlH5qI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qYps1nihMTw/S220/lauracabawesomeedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10898591.post-2219599059664565863</id><published>2011-11-28T00:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T00:59:49.451-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ooohhhhh</title><content type='html'>threes what is three I wrote that revising my poem....I haven't been feeling great. Usually 3s showing up are not good for me....I was watching "conspiracy" stuff the curse of 27 which is 3 times 3......well anything has good and bad potentially. From my knowledge of Masons they are Christian-based not Satanic. Illuminatti I've met people who've written on them and said it's BS. Conspiracy theories start out entertaining enough but then spin out of control into a call to hate.....then you have stuff like the witch burnings and other things like that. Them, them them they did this they ect. Knights Templar.....that they were tortured by Christians not a surprise, then went underground. But they are not Satanic. I very much doubt, VERY much doubt Beyonce (especially ) or Lady Gaga are Illuminatti or occultists if Beyonce is illiterate, which I read somewhere, it's extremely doubtful since one of the things you need to do is educate yourself and read and write constantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, I'm very fascinated by the Jayne Mansfield story (does sound like Manson) ...........it's something to think about all this.....and how many women in Hollywood in that scene started out gorgeous, sexy and glamourous (there are so many...to list them all is redundant) then somehow skid off and down and .....oh boy. So this is the stuff I'm watching.....what disturbed me somewhat is writing on this the number on my page is 399.....wasn't 33.3 the standard speed for records.....?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10898591-2219599059664565863?l=lauralauras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/feeds/2219599059664565863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10898591&amp;postID=2219599059664565863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/2219599059664565863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/2219599059664565863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/2011/11/ooohhhhh.html' title='ooohhhhh'/><author><name>Laura in NYC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_25FFe0KKc9g/SH6P3GlH5qI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qYps1nihMTw/S220/lauracabawesomeedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10898591.post-5306255992889091794</id><published>2011-11-28T00:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T00:05:36.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sky dancer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;three syllables&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;three bells&lt;br /&gt;thinking in threes&lt;br /&gt;which one is it&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;which one will it be &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;this one, the blue clouds, blueberries?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love and it's real&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;it's real&lt;br /&gt;so many yellows! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;so is all this light &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;all this light so much of it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;this light this one oh only this one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you, me and her&lt;br /&gt;did it slip right by me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this one is pink&lt;br /&gt;this one's for friendship &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theirs and not his&lt;br /&gt;theirs and never his&lt;br /&gt;all of theirs and never his&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something in here, wired in me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;white in me&lt;br /&gt;all that was peachy pink &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of me is raw and red&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;all of me is raw and red &lt;br /&gt;it's coming at you &lt;br /&gt;and is it real&lt;br /&gt;it's coming at you really at them&lt;br /&gt;coming at you really at them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;black ants seem to multiply faster than birds&lt;br /&gt;protecting them?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;it was up to you&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;it was up to you&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you did the right thing&lt;br /&gt;they never told you&lt;br /&gt;no one will tell you but you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;covered in snow&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;that's how it is here&lt;br /&gt;you think nothing can live here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you did the right thing&lt;br /&gt;you did the right thing&lt;br /&gt;part of my legs bare in the snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are here, you and her&lt;br /&gt;you are in plaid&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;you now and him&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;you and her&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;you now and him &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;your hair is red&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;and you are silent &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the night is black&lt;br /&gt;your room is silent&lt;br /&gt;the door never shuts and never opens&lt;br /&gt;you now and him&lt;br /&gt;you now and him &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;what are these eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;they belong to him &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;the eyes are glowing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;yes it was hot hot in there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;yes it was hot in there &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;promising safety&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;me to him him to me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;and it's getting dark&lt;/div&gt;dark it's getting &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;his text&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;a light! another then another&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;somehow I got back &lt;br /&gt;oh a storm quieted down!&lt;br /&gt;this thing that lives in my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;bright lights in the snow&lt;br /&gt;what are those lights&lt;br /&gt;what is that face &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the presents under the tree [?????]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;is this coming day, now it's night&lt;/div&gt;day now it's night &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;in the snow marking it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;presents under the tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;flames move like water&lt;/div&gt;this night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;there's no one around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;my cat, the snow a mountain &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a spark of deadly freeze&lt;br /&gt;at your fingers&lt;br /&gt;what soul could live here &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;somewhere it's hot&lt;br /&gt;they're stirring white paste &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;bag pink &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;it has a peachy smell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;there's a devil doll&lt;br /&gt;in the shop &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;I feel rawness and blisters every time I breathe in &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;aching, aching my body&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;in from the cold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;a ring, one for every kind of day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  went over this recently and it needed a lot of work.....not publishing  the final version just yet but here's a MUCH more refined version the  last few were very rough ******************LMSaiter &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 am, 7 am which hour was it&lt;br /&gt;plastic is cheap barely containing&lt;br /&gt;somewhere it spilled&lt;br /&gt;overspilled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a car, too many&lt;br /&gt;crossing the street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was winter this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other earrings, those ones gold&lt;br /&gt;the others diamond&lt;br /&gt;this that's happening&lt;br /&gt;I can't feel my mind&lt;br /&gt;I've stepped outside myself&lt;br /&gt;someone grabs my wrist someone grabs me&lt;br /&gt;being naked being desired feeling the buzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10898591-5306255992889091794?l=lauralauras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/feeds/5306255992889091794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10898591&amp;postID=5306255992889091794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/5306255992889091794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/5306255992889091794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/2011/11/sky-dancer.html' title='sky dancer'/><author><name>Laura in NYC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_25FFe0KKc9g/SH6P3GlH5qI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qYps1nihMTw/S220/lauracabawesomeedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10898591.post-8897001299709254263</id><published>2011-11-27T22:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T22:44:29.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>richard hell &amp; the voidoids - going going gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/hPuFM7GDDZ8?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" width="459" frameborder="0" height="344"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;First time I heard this there's no end to the stuff love that.....this is....I mean, gee what words? Thanks to R who told me about Richard Hell.....!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10898591-8897001299709254263?l=lauralauras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/feeds/8897001299709254263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10898591&amp;postID=8897001299709254263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/8897001299709254263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/8897001299709254263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/2011/11/richard-hell-voidoids-going-going-gone.html' title='richard hell &amp; the voidoids - going going gone'/><author><name>Laura in NYC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_25FFe0KKc9g/SH6P3GlH5qI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qYps1nihMTw/S220/lauracabawesomeedit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/hPuFM7GDDZ8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10898591.post-5359526353846454725</id><published>2011-11-27T21:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T21:27:22.657-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Coming Back - Cock Sparrer</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/KdxUsoJ3Xfk?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" width="459" frameborder="0" height="344"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;Well have to say it's good to always be open minded....I'd never heard of this group til a friend, Brendan, told me about them when they played at cbgbs......pretty, more than pretty cool they really are wicked cool..............these riffs, if I dare say, sound like this go gos song I just listened to "We don't get Along" try it.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10898591-5359526353846454725?l=lauralauras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/feeds/5359526353846454725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10898591&amp;postID=5359526353846454725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/5359526353846454725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/5359526353846454725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/2011/11/were-coming-back-cock-sparrer.html' title='We&apos;re Coming Back - Cock Sparrer'/><author><name>Laura in NYC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_25FFe0KKc9g/SH6P3GlH5qI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qYps1nihMTw/S220/lauracabawesomeedit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/KdxUsoJ3Xfk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10898591.post-8750543044717235528</id><published>2011-11-27T07:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T08:10:52.072-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what was it like?</title><content type='html'>this kind of horrible assault? It could have been worse. What was it like? That's what I'm supposed to write, about the most excruciating, embarrassing, painful moments of my life.&amp;nbsp; I haven't been raped, or tortured....knock wood and so on. But really that isn't true, I have been. Separated from the ones I loved. Frozen. Sleep deprived. Robbed. Abused. Starved. My privacy invaded, my emails read, my web sites tracked.....my ideas and words and projects stolen by those with an unfair advantage.....savages. Stalked. Harassed. Deceived. Denied rightful accreditation and attribution for my own work. Insulted, assaulted, smeared, lied about, humiliated, lied to, robbed....................... I know what you're thinking, stop with the victim mentality. THe reason I have that is because I AM a victim. What is it like to be a victim? I always thought it was passive and it is. It's like being mutilated. Something is stolen from you and you will never get it back. You will never be the same. The pain is with you every second of every day. You will never stop feeling that pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why am I divulging my rape story? Who was never raped, ie I never had a dick in me without my permission. But in other ways, psychologically.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I got a very nice compliment from someone a few people who saw that I have writing talent and wanted me to tell my story. My story. It's been fabulous at times other times it's been hell. Heaven and hell. Heaven and hell. Heaven and hell. Heaven and hell. Heaven and hell. Heaven and hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10898591-8750543044717235528?l=lauralauras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/feeds/8750543044717235528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10898591&amp;postID=8750543044717235528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/8750543044717235528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/8750543044717235528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/2011/11/what-was-it-like.html' title='what was it like?'/><author><name>Laura in NYC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_25FFe0KKc9g/SH6P3GlH5qI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qYps1nihMTw/S220/lauracabawesomeedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10898591.post-7447558058536467338</id><published>2011-11-23T20:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T20:03:05.649-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AGAIN Sea Mirror REVISED</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;on the Venus/Aphrodite theme&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;the mirrors sea&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;had to be&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;vapors rising sit on my skin &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;this had to be&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;seas too many&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;across the sea&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;seas too many &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;strawberry that's you skin that's me&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;honey ouija I am&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;honey ouija I am&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;give me green&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;give me green &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;mirror the sea &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;sugar that's me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;mirror the sea&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;sugar that's me &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;white hot the salt hits me &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;my face wet drown in this &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;it's silver slippery&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;this a mirror this the sea&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;this the sea the mirror &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;light is split &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm somewhere in the hills&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;a theistic rapist a she &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;underwater &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;brother twin&amp;nbsp; is a lover&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;is a sadist&amp;nbsp; a sensualist&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm in a mirror&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;something over me&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;something falls wet, sea salt&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;there are two of them&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;two of them &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;lost returning&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;lost returning&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm in all that I'm in &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;a mirror is the sea&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;sea is the mirror &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;it's meant to be that's mine&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;meant to be that's mine&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;foam rises meant to be that's mine&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10898591-7447558058536467338?l=lauralauras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/feeds/7447558058536467338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10898591&amp;postID=7447558058536467338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/7447558058536467338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/7447558058536467338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/2011/11/again-sea-mirror-revised.html' title='AGAIN Sea Mirror REVISED'/><author><name>Laura in NYC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_25FFe0KKc9g/SH6P3GlH5qI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qYps1nihMTw/S220/lauracabawesomeedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10898591.post-7067562397376649760</id><published>2011-11-23T14:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T14:06:13.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>oops</title><content type='html'>did not mean to publish those.....probably better you don't read them. But keep in mind that the person they're directed to has deliberately hurt me on innumerable occasions so I have every good reason to say what I said. This is not a sweet, good innocent person. This is someone who willfully maliciously caused me and others close to me, completely innocent, horrible pain and perhaps death. I'm serious. Just so you know where I'm coming from.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10898591-7067562397376649760?l=lauralauras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/feeds/7067562397376649760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10898591&amp;postID=7067562397376649760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/7067562397376649760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/7067562397376649760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/2011/11/oops.html' title='oops'/><author><name>Laura in NYC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_25FFe0KKc9g/SH6P3GlH5qI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qYps1nihMTw/S220/lauracabawesomeedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10898591.post-3411198088808033054</id><published>2011-11-23T13:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T13:58:32.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>dream</title><content type='html'>was I in white? someone stuck pins in me.....second grade? some kind of art project. I pulled them out, not painlessly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10898591-3411198088808033054?l=lauralauras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/feeds/3411198088808033054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10898591&amp;postID=3411198088808033054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/3411198088808033054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/3411198088808033054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/2011/11/dream.html' title='dream'/><author><name>Laura in NYC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_25FFe0KKc9g/SH6P3GlH5qI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qYps1nihMTw/S220/lauracabawesomeedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10898591.post-714831882806126258</id><published>2011-11-23T13:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T13:42:28.824-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I've</title><content type='html'>said it before keep it up and so will I.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10898591-714831882806126258?l=lauralauras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/feeds/714831882806126258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10898591&amp;postID=714831882806126258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/714831882806126258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/714831882806126258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/2011/11/ive.html' title='I&apos;ve'/><author><name>Laura in NYC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_25FFe0KKc9g/SH6P3GlH5qI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qYps1nihMTw/S220/lauracabawesomeedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10898591.post-4905865163636943014</id><published>2011-11-23T13:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T13:41:50.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>*it* returned</title><content type='html'>I wrote some very nasty stuff and it's all true but given that I'm too classy I won't say it online, in front of others in public. That sucks.&amp;nbsp; she is a truly sick blob. Enough already&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10898591-4905865163636943014?l=lauralauras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/feeds/4905865163636943014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10898591&amp;postID=4905865163636943014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/4905865163636943014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/4905865163636943014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/2011/11/it-returned.html' title='*it* returned'/><author><name>Laura in NYC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_25FFe0KKc9g/SH6P3GlH5qI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qYps1nihMTw/S220/lauracabawesomeedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10898591.post-8687979513424084343</id><published>2011-11-21T18:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T18:17:17.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the name *it*</title><content type='html'>enjoy it, you asked for it. you won't enjoy it.....you are really a sick beast ............you did it to yourself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10898591-8687979513424084343?l=lauralauras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/feeds/8687979513424084343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10898591&amp;postID=8687979513424084343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/8687979513424084343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/8687979513424084343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/2011/11/name-it.html' title='the name *it*'/><author><name>Laura in NYC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_25FFe0KKc9g/SH6P3GlH5qI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qYps1nihMTw/S220/lauracabawesomeedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10898591.post-905134798426628008</id><published>2011-11-21T17:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T17:47:06.375-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Scorpio Rising</title><content type='html'>This sounds like me doesn't it? I think it describes me to a tee.......I was told my ascendant is Capricorn due to my birth but there must be an error it doesn't fit my description....except that I have always had bad knees (ruled by Capricorn) I still have all my teeth (ruled by Capricorn) all healthy (Scorpio) anyway.....&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://cafeastrology.com/scorpio_ascendantrisingsign.html" target="_blank"&gt;READ ON on MOI&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nYghXkE8rRE/TsrU5KWq9_I/AAAAAAAACWI/8faN5X0aYko/s1600/plutouv.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nYghXkE8rRE/TsrU5KWq9_I/AAAAAAAACWI/8faN5X0aYko/s1600/plutouv.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10898591-905134798426628008?l=lauralauras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/feeds/905134798426628008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10898591&amp;postID=905134798426628008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/905134798426628008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/905134798426628008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/2011/11/scorpio-rising.html' title='Scorpio Rising'/><author><name>Laura in NYC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_25FFe0KKc9g/SH6P3GlH5qI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qYps1nihMTw/S220/lauracabawesomeedit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nYghXkE8rRE/TsrU5KWq9_I/AAAAAAAACWI/8faN5X0aYko/s72-c/plutouv.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10898591.post-2370921867173656934</id><published>2011-11-21T17:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T17:38:39.805-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Suicidal Tendancies - Institutionalized</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Hof4EESpe_k?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" width="459"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;This is actually the first time I ever heard there stuff even though I've always known of them.....impressiveD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10898591-2370921867173656934?l=lauralauras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/feeds/2370921867173656934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10898591&amp;postID=2370921867173656934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/2370921867173656934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/2370921867173656934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/2011/11/suicidal-tendancies-institutionalized.html' title='Suicidal Tendancies - Institutionalized'/><author><name>Laura in NYC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_25FFe0KKc9g/SH6P3GlH5qI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qYps1nihMTw/S220/lauracabawesomeedit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Hof4EESpe_k/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10898591.post-1895970159813196460</id><published>2011-11-21T14:57:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T17:51:06.152-05:00</updated><title type='text'>she /it came back after being gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;and her bitch sidekick.....get it, get out, don't come back. DO NOT come back. DO NOT try to censor me. Every move you make toward me will get this response. Get it? You're not welcome, on my site, in my life or art. You know who you are. Get out! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g8VPt4Nxe5g/Tsqvpr1UTKI/AAAAAAAACWA/NXWJUD4BDGQ/s1600/eastern_cottonmouth_snake-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g8VPt4Nxe5g/Tsqvpr1UTKI/AAAAAAAACWA/NXWJUD4BDGQ/s320/eastern_cottonmouth_snake-1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OlE9x0-cPBQ/TsqtF58yeEI/AAAAAAAACVw/PyBiCdoerlk/s1600/texas-snakes-pictures-cottonmouth.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OlE9x0-cPBQ/TsqtF58yeEI/AAAAAAAACVw/PyBiCdoerlk/s320/texas-snakes-pictures-cottonmouth.jpg" width="320" /&gt;This is a Cotton MOuth......Exquisite and beautiful creature.....as long as you don't piss him/her off.....&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10898591-1895970159813196460?l=lauralauras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/feeds/1895970159813196460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10898591&amp;postID=1895970159813196460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/1895970159813196460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/1895970159813196460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/2011/11/she-it-came-back-after-being-gone-and.html' title='she /it came back after being gone'/><author><name>Laura in NYC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_25FFe0KKc9g/SH6P3GlH5qI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qYps1nihMTw/S220/lauracabawesomeedit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g8VPt4Nxe5g/Tsqvpr1UTKI/AAAAAAAACWA/NXWJUD4BDGQ/s72-c/eastern_cottonmouth_snake-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10898591.post-192957234853950962</id><published>2011-11-21T14:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T17:53:39.419-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blind Faith - Can't Find My Way Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/6FYAW_6kAEw?fs=1" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-weight: bold;"&gt;My friend, when I was a teenager, would always laugh at how this model was pretty much a clone of me...or me of her.....but this came out before I was born. My dad had this record, a little eerie. As a kid, I was always surrounded by amazing music both parents it's just recently I remembered this.....I did grow up in a liberal environment, somewhat hippie-inspired, though Dad considered himself Republican or maybe Libertarian, my mom and her friends were/are mainly Democrats (not Radical or hippie/punk/anarchist)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10898591-192957234853950962?l=lauralauras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/feeds/192957234853950962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10898591&amp;postID=192957234853950962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/192957234853950962'/><link rel='self' 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Ouija" but the "Miss" I drew swirly lines around to dress it up it ended up looking like&lt;br /&gt;"Nigga" no matter how I drew around it it still looks like that.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling better. cause after doing my stuff I see they see I'm a genius&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10898591-8273576266198103284?l=lauralauras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/feeds/8273576266198103284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10898591&amp;postID=8273576266198103284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/8273576266198103284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVdyBh84UFs/TsqipZjD22I/AAAAAAAACVo/0H3M65QluXk/s1600/sun_xray.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVdyBh84UFs/TsqipZjD22I/AAAAAAAACVo/0H3M65QluXk/s320/sun_xray.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;very rough wrote this last night........here's the beginning&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now you're surrounded by me&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;sugar strawberry&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;love honey ouija&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;love honey ouija&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;sugar strawberry&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;that I am&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;that is me&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;that is newly me&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;across the ocean&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;the endless ocean&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;across the river&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;silver river &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;honey ouija&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;you and me&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;you me sticky&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;all over me&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;bruise me get me sticky&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;to you and he I bring it and he&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;that is mine mine and all of mine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;honey ouija me&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;woke up you and me&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;what I saw&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;fitting perfectly&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;sugar strawberry&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;to you I bring&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;to you I bring&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sugar Strawberry/Honey Ouija I am now&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am now&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;yes I am and will&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am me and will&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;now the name is hidden&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;now the name is hidden &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10898591-3935750548731793289?l=lauralauras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/feeds/3935750548731793289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10898591&amp;postID=3935750548731793289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/3935750548731793289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/3935750548731793289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/2011/11/more-words-draft-to-you-i-bring.html' title='more words draft .....To You I Bring'/><author><name>Laura in NYC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_25FFe0KKc9g/SH6P3GlH5qI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qYps1nihMTw/S220/lauracabawesomeedit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ab3ivJk5qx0/Tsqh4RG0FtI/AAAAAAAACVA/7uTEdulFmbw/s72-c/greenredgds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10898591.post-1600725567729551982</id><published>2011-11-21T10:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T10:32:36.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>another "plug"</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;anyway, I want to point out another book I read over the summer that was really profound to me which I myself loved, it's "Love Child" by Sheila Kohler really fascinating romantic and heartbreaking finally. I met the author at a few events in Brooklyn; she's from South Africa. This is the first I've read of hers definitely want to check out more. &lt;a href="http://www.sheilakohler.com/Books.aspx"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Love-Child-Novel-Sheila-Kohler/dp/0143119192"&gt;Love Child by Sheila Kohler &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10898591-1600725567729551982?l=lauralauras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/feeds/1600725567729551982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10898591&amp;postID=1600725567729551982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/1600725567729551982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/1600725567729551982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/2011/11/another-plug.html' title='another &quot;plug&quot;'/><author><name>Laura in NYC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_25FFe0KKc9g/SH6P3GlH5qI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qYps1nihMTw/S220/lauracabawesomeedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10898591.post-6647243793561048400</id><published>2011-11-21T09:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T09:14:43.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'>*it* goes for it (me) again</title><content type='html'>Like I said, this is one instance where someone is forced&amp;nbsp; take action as I now am. Another incident, where I was ...... not at anything said directly to my face but a notice put up in the dance department, that I nonetheless took great offense to. There may be arguments for it, I'm not going to say what it was but it .....the tone of it made me really mad. And so, no, I"m not going to rent any studios from them or take classes like I would have. It's just not acceptable to speak that way to anyone. And once again, her *it's* name also came up in connection with it, at the same time. But .....what else can you expect from a demented, mean psychopathic fiend like her. It won't be anything nice, thoughtful or considerate. It'll be insulting and vicious like it was, a thoughtless knee jerk slam on people and situations she knows nothing about because she doesn't care about that.....only about taking shots at anyone she has an issue with.......for any or no reason. He'd said she's not a malicious person when her actions have proven countless times she clearly is. From the beginning she's been a colossal problem and a major drag on a lot of people. I'll stay civil here, try to. Whatever comes out of her vile mouth.....her effect is not a good one. So, I'll say it again, you know who you are, keep it up, it will be reflected right back in your face on this site and elsewhere. You're not getting off the hook that's gone on for too long already. Too many people are onto you. You've been warned. And furthermore, what are you doing on my site? Get off my page, and me you sicko.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10898591-6647243793561048400?l=lauralauras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/feeds/6647243793561048400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10898591&amp;postID=6647243793561048400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/6647243793561048400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/6647243793561048400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/2011/11/it-goes-for-it-me-again.html' title='*it* goes for it (me) again'/><author><name>Laura in NYC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_25FFe0KKc9g/SH6P3GlH5qI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qYps1nihMTw/S220/lauracabawesomeedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10898591.post-2785411894838347219</id><published>2011-11-19T14:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T14:54:39.125-05:00</updated><title type='text'>then again</title><content type='html'>ironically speaking, if *it* is on my page reading this, you know who you are, and you have no business being here or in my life. So get off. Get it, sicko? You are NOT WELCOME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10898591-2785411894838347219?l=lauralauras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/feeds/2785411894838347219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10898591&amp;postID=2785411894838347219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/2785411894838347219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/2785411894838347219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/2011/11/then-again.html' title='then again'/><author><name>Laura in NYC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_25FFe0KKc9g/SH6P3GlH5qI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qYps1nihMTw/S220/lauracabawesomeedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10898591.post-2328321124535075434</id><published>2011-11-19T14:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T14:17:31.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I repeat</title><content type='html'>I only write this after three years of hell at this person's making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am NOT saying she's responsible for EVERY bad thing that's happened to me. I am not saying I'm not responsible for my own mistakes and I've never not accepted responsibility for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a chance I'm wrong. I suppose there's always a chance I"m wrong. But how would you explain it? Every time the same horrible thing happened, or another equally horrible thing, for three years happened, and every single time, and I mean EVERY single time for three years her name has come up at the same time.......what would you say....I ....I know there are people who will say it's all a coincidence. The same coincidence hundreds of times for three years you know that doesn't make sense. Overwhelmingly likely she has something to do with it. You can fault me.....but my heartfelt, deepest, soundest reasoning plus things I happen to KNOW and the fact that after doing a little investigation my .....what I was sure was true was proven to be true. If I'm wrong I'm wrong. But it's too ......I mean with 99 percent likelihood I'm right.....I just know. You know certain things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess live and learn....was lucky to have lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you knew .....it's so hard to write about this. How deep how thorough the pain I went through because of her is....yes, I know she's not the only one, I know there are other things that hurt me other times. But she is involved in what is most recent and what has caused me hell in the past three years. AND I repeat, who is she to say what I can and cannot express? I have experienced some horrible people. I have unfortunately gotten too close to them. No, I'm not saying I never did anything wrong, but I admit I did....these people have never once in their lives EVER admitted they were wrong, even though they were wrong every day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10898591-2328321124535075434?l=lauralauras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/feeds/2328321124535075434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10898591&amp;postID=2328321124535075434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/2328321124535075434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/2328321124535075434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-repeat.html' title='I repeat'/><author><name>Laura in NYC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_25FFe0KKc9g/SH6P3GlH5qI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qYps1nihMTw/S220/lauracabawesomeedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10898591.post-4175877870179906269</id><published>2011-11-19T14:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T14:03:27.555-05:00</updated><title type='text'>so.....</title><content type='html'>you may think what I'm writing about this person is horrible. But far scarier and more horrible is the pain and suffering I've been through for the past three years much at her doing. Who the hell are you to try to say what I can and can't do artistically or in my personal life? And I could say some really bad stuff but won't. Here. &lt;br /&gt;But for all the nasty things you do to me behind my back I will write equally nasty and evil stuff about you on my Web page.....get it sicko?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10898591-4175877870179906269?l=lauralauras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/feeds/4175877870179906269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10898591&amp;postID=4175877870179906269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/4175877870179906269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/4175877870179906269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/2011/11/so.html' title='so.....'/><author><name>Laura in NYC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_25FFe0KKc9g/SH6P3GlH5qI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qYps1nihMTw/S220/lauracabawesomeedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10898591.post-6468217082585150115</id><published>2011-11-18T05:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T05:09:47.528-05:00</updated><title type='text'>stuff</title><content type='html'>I wrote yesterday was quite harsh at times but it's only after years of suffering because of this person.....you know I was told to keep it on the page so I did.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10898591-6468217082585150115?l=lauralauras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/feeds/6468217082585150115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10898591&amp;postID=6468217082585150115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/6468217082585150115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/6468217082585150115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/2011/11/stuff.html' title='stuff'/><author><name>Laura in NYC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_25FFe0KKc9g/SH6P3GlH5qI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qYps1nihMTw/S220/lauracabawesomeedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10898591.post-6305844132131476006</id><published>2011-11-18T05:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T05:08:49.612-05:00</updated><title type='text'>stuff more</title><content type='html'>I wrote some pretty heavy stuff but it makes sense everything about yesterday was crazy, intense and dark and crazy. A couple bad things had happened.....but then a couple good things happened. I naturally blow everything out of proportion.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well....news speaks for itself. The Chinese "curse" I think is may you live in interesting times. Interesting it definitely is. Thousands of people showing up at Zuccotti Park to protest. A lot more on this at a later time. I mean I understand it wasn't right to shut down the train stations.....I agree. I mean, *I* was inconvenienced because I couldn't get on the train. But .....well it's--I'm overwhelmed by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I went to Cafe Mezcal yesterday I had gone there from time to time for.....I had felt like I should even though at first it was really weird for me and I knew not one person. NOt really anyway. Again, this is something to report on later but it's early late I'm .....at least trying to sleep.....but I've met some really amazing people and it's right on the block in the area where I have quite a lot of memories, good and bad. The night ended well in all respects except for one. But basically very well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10898591-6305844132131476006?l=lauralauras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/feeds/6305844132131476006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10898591&amp;postID=6305844132131476006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/6305844132131476006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/6305844132131476006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/2011/11/stuff-more.html' title='stuff more'/><author><name>Laura in NYC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_25FFe0KKc9g/SH6P3GlH5qI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qYps1nihMTw/S220/lauracabawesomeedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10898591.post-2994200313580756602</id><published>2011-11-17T11:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T11:29:52.905-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I would tell</title><content type='html'>her she needs to get over the fact that she was dumped 13 years ago but you can't talk any sense into that thing....like I said, start with me, be nasty to me you can expect me to be nasty right back. eye for eye, tooth for tooth ect ect&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10898591-2994200313580756602?l=lauralauras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/feeds/2994200313580756602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10898591&amp;postID=2994200313580756602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/2994200313580756602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/2994200313580756602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-would-tell.html' title='I would tell'/><author><name>Laura in NYC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_25FFe0KKc9g/SH6P3GlH5qI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qYps1nihMTw/S220/lauracabawesomeedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10898591.post-1672596195557719706</id><published>2011-11-17T11:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T11:27:41.882-05:00</updated><title type='text'>picture?</title><content type='html'>if that's a defense I don't know because I don't want to look at her or that evil sneer, devil doll expression. It's oozing out of her. Cut cut snip snip be gone bitches&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10898591-1672596195557719706?l=lauralauras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/feeds/1672596195557719706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10898591&amp;postID=1672596195557719706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/1672596195557719706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/1672596195557719706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/2011/11/picture.html' title='picture?'/><author><name>Laura in NYC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_25FFe0KKc9g/SH6P3GlH5qI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qYps1nihMTw/S220/lauracabawesomeedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10898591.post-7327695426482815516</id><published>2011-11-17T11:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T11:25:33.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'>in saying that I feel a surge of power</title><content type='html'>there are different kinds of vampires "good" and "bad" aren't the words I'd use but that IT is a psychic vampire if ever they existed, if ever a copybook definition of that ever lived. She is truly evil. I would say she is evil juju but that's an insult to evil juju. That sick vile kind of ectoplasm or whatever *it* is. She is the antimatter of the human species, nothing good has come of her existence.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but having detached that thing from me I feel a new kind of power and energy and grace within me...was feeling terrible now I'm better, a better person for having (and having to do it nastily you know but weapons are weapons, at times they're necessary) *it* that thing out of my life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10898591-7327695426482815516?l=lauralauras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/feeds/7327695426482815516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10898591&amp;postID=7327695426482815516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/7327695426482815516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/7327695426482815516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/2011/11/in-saying-that-i-feel-surge-of-power.html' title='in saying that I feel a surge of power'/><author><name>Laura in NYC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_25FFe0KKc9g/SH6P3GlH5qI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qYps1nihMTw/S220/lauracabawesomeedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10898591.post-4588395815527879730</id><published>2011-11-17T11:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T11:15:49.435-05:00</updated><title type='text'>you know who you are</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;the worst thing that has ever disgraced the earth with *it's* existence. I was very unfortunate to have it in my life. that IT. that is not a human being. The worst thing she is, really absolutely the worst thing ever. She is an evil, savage wicked monster. That can't be a person. She can't get over the fact that she was dumped 13 years ago (and can you blame him?) hey you want to be nasty and evil to me I'll make sure it all slams back right upon you and you know who you are you sick decrepit beast. There are others sadly just like her. They (and there are he's in the mix) don't pick on someone who is their match, like, a guy with money power weapons at hand. THAT would be a fair fight. But fair fighting is not what they're good at. They choose to mess with females who have little to their defense.....oh that's an easy target. Hurting someone like that is nothing to be proud of, it's not much of an achievement. So get over yourself. You cannot defend your behavior, your actions or by now, your existence on this planet. I only hope and pray it ends soon.I had a nightmare last night about someone I don't know about heaven, hell what have you....but this human being is not in a good place. Deservedly so. You might as well get used to it, it's gonna be a while. That's about all I have to say about them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10898591-4588395815527879730?l=lauralauras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/feeds/4588395815527879730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10898591&amp;postID=4588395815527879730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/4588395815527879730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/4588395815527879730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/2011/11/you-know-who-you-are.html' title='you know who you are'/><author><name>Laura in NYC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_25FFe0KKc9g/SH6P3GlH5qI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qYps1nihMTw/S220/lauracabawesomeedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10898591.post-4740497189591608845</id><published>2011-11-14T17:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T12:16:39.857-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Honey Ouija..........................</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb3lEUf7XDw/TsGWGKwkkKI/AAAAAAAACUU/loZ4cSN6ckg/s1600/300px-Kakao_mit_Sahne_281104.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb3lEUf7XDw/TsGWGKwkkKI/AAAAAAAACUU/loZ4cSN6ckg/s1600/300px-Kakao_mit_Sahne_281104.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AV0HB_--ft0/TsGWJDhmggI/AAAAAAAACUc/i3btVA2LTSE/s1600/220px-Pumpkin_Pie.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AV0HB_--ft0/TsGWJDhmggI/AAAAAAAACUc/i3btVA2LTSE/s1600/220px-Pumpkin_Pie.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kCud-Q_1JkU/TsGWPtqVBnI/AAAAAAAACUk/N2jwlSFVaLk/s1600/honey.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kCud-Q_1JkU/TsGWPtqVBnI/AAAAAAAACUk/N2jwlSFVaLk/s1600/honey.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AXFAt1c1wFw/TsGWWt72_MI/AAAAAAAACUs/it7sqM_9mJk/s1600/strawwhip.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AXFAt1c1wFw/TsGWWt72_MI/AAAAAAAACUs/it7sqM_9mJk/s1600/strawwhip.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AXFAt1c1wFw/TsGWWt72_MI/AAAAAAAACUs/it7sqM_9mJk/s1600/strawwhip.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AXFAt1c1wFw/TsGWWt72_MI/AAAAAAAACUs/it7sqM_9mJk/s1600/strawwhip.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;maybe that was vulgar.....I was going on a certain direction to write down something anyway&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10898591-4740497189591608845?l=lauralauras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/feeds/4740497189591608845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10898591&amp;postID=4740497189591608845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/4740497189591608845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/4740497189591608845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-pussy-my-pussy-my-pussy-my-pussy-my.html' title='Miss Honey Ouija..........................'/><author><name>Laura in NYC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_25FFe0KKc9g/SH6P3GlH5qI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qYps1nihMTw/S220/lauracabawesomeedit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb3lEUf7XDw/TsGWGKwkkKI/AAAAAAAACUU/loZ4cSN6ckg/s72-c/300px-Kakao_mit_Sahne_281104.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10898591.post-2325623831091304167</id><published>2011-11-13T21:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T12:16:07.887-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugar Strawberry</title><content type='html'>Sugar Strawberry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK I edited that out "sssss" cause I guess....I don't know. I write things down then some work some don't&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://browse.deviantart.com/?qh=&amp;amp;section=&amp;amp;global=1&amp;amp;q=strawberry#/d1vbq5c"&gt;Strawberry  by ~guszti132&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kqdpr-OXbEc/TsB9Mu3qM0I/AAAAAAAACUM/YQpnTy6xqos/s1600/strawberry_by_guszti132.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kqdpr-OXbEc/TsB9Mu3qM0I/AAAAAAAACUM/YQpnTy6xqos/s320/strawberry_by_guszti132.jpg" width="213" /&gt;Because Aphrodite/Venus is the goddess/queen of sluts/prostitutes and pornography but you don't hear abou this as much now.....it was from a Greek friend who was an expert on this history I began to learn the "truth" about her about 10 years ago. Also around that time .....well some other time for that. She wasn't then as......she was later depicted more kind of serene and sweet. She was less so back in the beginning. I'm really obsessed with this theme now as you can see......fall asleep, then am woken,then can't sleep. When I'm in frenzied creative activity it takes me and my mind at least a day to spin off come down from it.....heavy duty concentration.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;On another note, another plug is that I'm reading the book "The Help" I have SO much praise for this book. I love Southern literature and the culture is so fascinating. I don't love the obvious human rights horrors that occured there.....I hate bigotry or any kind of caste system at all. But maybe that's what intrigues me that is part of this incredibly rich history yet this one part was so wrong and horrific. This is very well written. I'm not finished yet. Can't wait to see the film. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10898591-2325623831091304167?l=lauralauras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/feeds/2325623831091304167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10898591&amp;postID=2325623831091304167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/2325623831091304167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/2325623831091304167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/2011/11/sugar-strawberry-slut.html' title='Sugar Strawberry'/><author><name>Laura in NYC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_25FFe0KKc9g/SH6P3GlH5qI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qYps1nihMTw/S220/lauracabawesomeedit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kqdpr-OXbEc/TsB9Mu3qM0I/AAAAAAAACUM/YQpnTy6xqos/s72-c/strawberry_by_guszti132.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10898591.post-7201720445851963872</id><published>2011-11-13T20:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T20:06:20.428-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sun is yours ride the sky (words are mine)</title><content type='html'>sun is yours ride the sky sun is yours ride the sky sun is yours ride the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gold gold shatter the light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dl class="f"&gt;&lt;dt class="f h"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1993051745"&gt;Sabrina Moles&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd class="f h"&gt;&lt;a href="http://browse.deviantart.com/?qh=&amp;amp;section=&amp;amp;q=apollo+daphne#/ddvttw"&gt;Female/Italy&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd class="f h"&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd class="f h"&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cQjzyDUybd8/TsBoz0T6mXI/AAAAAAAACT8/6CuTpSO-uhA/s1600/daphne.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cQjzyDUybd8/TsBoz0T6mXI/AAAAAAAACT8/6CuTpSO-uhA/s320/daphne.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;dd class="f h"&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd class="f h"&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd class="f h"&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XzR6eg0QVQQ/TsBpMNbCpGI/AAAAAAAACUE/UHAu7_Hq3HA/s320/Apollo_and_Daphne_by_bluealaris.jpg" width="195" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;dd class="f h"&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd class="f h"&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd class="f h"&gt;&lt;h1 style="margin-top: -4px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1993051755"&gt;Apollo and Daphne&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bluealaris.deviantart.com/art/Apollo-and-Daphne-171824303"&gt; &lt;small&gt;&lt;span class="by"&gt;by&lt;/span&gt; *&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a class="u" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=10898591&amp;amp;postID=7201720445851963872"&gt;bluealaris&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="margin-top: -4px;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="margin-top: -4px;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a class="u" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=10898591&amp;amp;postID=7201720445851963872"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10898591-7201720445851963872?l=lauralauras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/feeds/7201720445851963872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10898591&amp;postID=7201720445851963872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/7201720445851963872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/7201720445851963872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/2011/11/sun-is-yours-ride-sky.html' title='sun is yours ride the sky (words are mine)'/><author><name>Laura in NYC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_25FFe0KKc9g/SH6P3GlH5qI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qYps1nihMTw/S220/lauracabawesomeedit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cQjzyDUybd8/TsBoz0T6mXI/AAAAAAAACT8/6CuTpSO-uhA/s72-c/daphne.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10898591.post-2237682635622801783</id><published>2011-11-13T08:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T08:13:51.768-05:00</updated><title type='text'>poetry and fdh go together</title><content type='html'>felix da housecat. try it some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote the poem below last early am like 3 or so.....witching hour! I was in a horrible mood. ONe of those things. dark days.....the world over.....&amp;nbsp; turned art......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10898591-2237682635622801783?l=lauralauras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/feeds/2237682635622801783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10898591&amp;postID=2237682635622801783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/2237682635622801783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/2237682635622801783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/2011/11/poetry-and-fdh-go-together.html' title='poetry and fdh go together'/><author><name>Laura in NYC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_25FFe0KKc9g/SH6P3GlH5qI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qYps1nihMTw/S220/lauracabawesomeedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10898591.post-7049982048444373442</id><published>2011-11-13T08:00:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T18:25:29.992-05:00</updated><title type='text'>new  words  by Laura Saiter on the sea</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4a7icwtBUCI/Tr_A_Z0WwmI/AAAAAAAACT0/S7wtUA22oXM/s1600/sea.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4a7icwtBUCI/Tr_A_Z0WwmI/AAAAAAAACT0/S7wtUA22oXM/s320/sea.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;on the Venus theme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mirrors sea&lt;br /&gt;had to be&lt;br /&gt;out of vapors over my skin&lt;br /&gt;this had to be&lt;br /&gt;seas too many&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strawberry that's you skin that's me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give me green&lt;br /&gt;feel it over me&lt;br /&gt;on the edge&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sugar that's me&lt;br /&gt;all of them are me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if it's meant to be&lt;br /&gt;the sea is a&amp;nbsp; mirror&lt;br /&gt;foam and steam &lt;br /&gt;whiter and&amp;nbsp; hotter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's silver slippery&lt;br /&gt;this a mirror this the sea is rising and falling &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's Edinburgh Glastonbury&lt;br /&gt;Cape Town a mirror&lt;br /&gt;fragments splash of water&lt;br /&gt;light is split&lt;br /&gt;it's you, it's them&lt;br /&gt;it's you it's them &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my twin my brother&lt;br /&gt;my twin my brother&lt;br /&gt;is a rapist is a lover&lt;br /&gt;is a sadist is a sensualist&lt;br /&gt;is spiritual metaphysical &lt;br /&gt;lost returning which way &lt;br /&gt;I'm in all that I'm in &lt;br /&gt;a mirror is the sea&lt;br /&gt;sea is the mirror &lt;br /&gt;it's meant to be that's mine&lt;br /&gt;meant to be that's mine&lt;br /&gt;foam rises meant to be that's mine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10898591-7049982048444373442?l=lauralauras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/feeds/7049982048444373442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10898591&amp;postID=7049982048444373442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/7049982048444373442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/7049982048444373442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/2011/11/new-words-by-laura-saiter-on-sea.html' title='new  words  by Laura Saiter on the sea'/><author><name>Laura in NYC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_25FFe0KKc9g/SH6P3GlH5qI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qYps1nihMTw/S220/lauracabawesomeedit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4a7icwtBUCI/Tr_A_Z0WwmI/AAAAAAAACT0/S7wtUA22oXM/s72-c/sea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10898591.post-7752904598423699131</id><published>2011-11-13T07:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T07:54:46.201-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Afrohead (Felix Da Housecat) - Yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/kGqlu5yovak?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" width="459" frameborder="0" height="344"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10898591-7752904598423699131?l=lauralauras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/feeds/7752904598423699131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10898591&amp;postID=7752904598423699131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/7752904598423699131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/7752904598423699131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/2011/11/afrohead-felix-da-housecat-yesterday.html' title='Afrohead (Felix Da Housecat) - Yesterday'/><author><name>Laura in NYC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_25FFe0KKc9g/SH6P3GlH5qI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qYps1nihMTw/S220/lauracabawesomeedit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/kGqlu5yovak/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10898591.post-366051300040398505</id><published>2011-11-12T08:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T08:48:34.342-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Aphrodite Venus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BrllUkyoBE8/Tr52zwQkaPI/AAAAAAAACTc/cuFsbEwz3is/s1600/VenusHubbleUltraviolet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BrllUkyoBE8/Tr52zwQkaPI/AAAAAAAACTc/cuFsbEwz3is/s320/VenusHubbleUltraviolet.jpg" width="219" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I just completed the thrilling chore of handwashing a bunch of clothes. anyway.....Venus in UV. This is fascinating to me, the light spectrum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I particularly like this depiction of Aphrodite by &lt;b&gt;http://forgotten-phoenix.deviantart.com/&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lauren Marie the artist&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yaoPQeHur9I/Tr55GKpfLEI/AAAAAAAACTs/wqk3wcmdwsc/s1600/venus_xray_text.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UxscITIRTko/Tr53ExlMVNI/AAAAAAAACTk/tfxWMWF2miY/s1600/_Aphrodite__by_forgotten_phoenix.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UxscITIRTko/Tr53ExlMVNI/AAAAAAAACTk/tfxWMWF2miY/s320/_Aphrodite__by_forgotten_phoenix.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yaoPQeHur9I/Tr55GKpfLEI/AAAAAAAACTs/wqk3wcmdwsc/s1600/venus_xray_text.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="318" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yaoPQeHur9I/Tr55GKpfLEI/AAAAAAAACTs/wqk3wcmdwsc/s320/venus_xray_text.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10898591-366051300040398505?l=lauralauras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/feeds/366051300040398505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10898591&amp;postID=366051300040398505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/366051300040398505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/366051300040398505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/2011/11/aphrodite-venus.html' title='Aphrodite Venus'/><author><name>Laura in NYC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_25FFe0KKc9g/SH6P3GlH5qI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qYps1nihMTw/S220/lauracabawesomeedit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BrllUkyoBE8/Tr52zwQkaPI/AAAAAAAACTc/cuFsbEwz3is/s72-c/VenusHubbleUltraviolet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10898591.post-271773798408186887</id><published>2011-11-08T15:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T15:52:44.269-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A rattlesnake that doesn't bite teaches you nothing. Jessamyn West</title><content type='html'>This knocked the wind out of me. I got a FB message to wish a certain person Happy Birthday....man after the way he screwed me that is so ludicrous it's......what words?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm going to be nice. To forgive, forget......forget how&amp;nbsp; (figuratively, it would have been easier if literally......) and there are no words to describe that......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scorpio and Leo is a fascinating combination.....I'm a Leo with Scorpio as rising sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should hate this person. I should hate this person. I have every reason to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But.....what is the saying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;The question is this: is it worth getting bitten?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;The other is.....how did it feel, getting bitten? Had to throw that in. And you still have the marks.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10898591-271773798408186887?l=lauralauras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/feeds/271773798408186887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10898591&amp;postID=271773798408186887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/271773798408186887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/271773798408186887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/2011/11/rattlesnake-that-doesnt-bite-teaches.html' title='A rattlesnake that doesn&apos;t bite teaches you nothing. Jessamyn West'/><author><name>Laura in NYC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_25FFe0KKc9g/SH6P3GlH5qI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qYps1nihMTw/S220/lauracabawesomeedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10898591.post-2914052516018844284</id><published>2011-11-08T15:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T15:29:41.422-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If</title><content type='html'>I did something wrong, to hurt or offend.....to the person I address this to, you know who you are......then from the bottom of my heart I apologize as it was not ever my intention to. However, you have now angered me and offended me. Very gravely. For you to take the tone you did.................you were well overstepping your boundaries. I thought with time I'd get over it. It would go away. This grievance. &lt;i&gt;But it hasn't and it never does. &lt;/i&gt;Some things don't, just don't go away. You remember like it was five minutes ago. Especially from people who take the attitude like I, the world, owes them something when in fact *I'm* doing THEM a favor. So be righteously indignant, delude yourself.....enjoy the deluded universe you live in. But none of it is real......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10898591-2914052516018844284?l=lauralauras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/feeds/2914052516018844284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10898591&amp;postID=2914052516018844284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/2914052516018844284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/2914052516018844284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/2011/11/if.html' title='If'/><author><name>Laura in NYC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_25FFe0KKc9g/SH6P3GlH5qI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qYps1nihMTw/S220/lauracabawesomeedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10898591.post-7198071587313212567</id><published>2011-11-08T14:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T14:44:24.114-05:00</updated><title type='text'>privacy</title><content type='html'>some online sites have published my (former) addresses my (fake ) DOB yes I'm paying for naivite beware of any and all internet sites asking for personal information like a copy of your drivers license beware any time you sign up with a credit card I did and gave all fake information but it's online now......I will absolutely NEVER file change of address with the post office. Apparently that's carte blanche for them to publish your address. Because of this, my place was broken into no kidding. Anyway, live and learn. Sadder is not the word; more like busted and broken but wiser you know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10898591-7198071587313212567?l=lauralauras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/feeds/7198071587313212567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10898591&amp;postID=7198071587313212567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/7198071587313212567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/7198071587313212567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/2011/11/privacy.html' title='privacy'/><author><name>Laura in NYC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_25FFe0KKc9g/SH6P3GlH5qI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qYps1nihMTw/S220/lauracabawesomeedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10898591.post-733621457682259049</id><published>2011-11-08T07:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T07:22:52.131-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CXB: "I'm Not Talking About Politics"</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/pmW7JJZ349k?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" width="459" frameborder="0" height="344"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;God X Bro is fucking hysterical......my former bf's former roommate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10898591-733621457682259049?l=lauralauras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/feeds/733621457682259049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10898591&amp;postID=733621457682259049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/733621457682259049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/733621457682259049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/2011/11/cxb-im-not-talking-about-politics.html' title='CXB: &quot;I&apos;m Not Talking About Politics&quot;'/><author><name>Laura in NYC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_25FFe0KKc9g/SH6P3GlH5qI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qYps1nihMTw/S220/lauracabawesomeedit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/pmW7JJZ349k/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10898591.post-3636753859234442326</id><published>2011-11-07T17:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T17:30:38.495-05:00</updated><title type='text'>you know, to be a good soldier as well</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;this is hilarious I love it.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1431395543"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://aishamusic.blogspot.com/2011/11/since-madonna-has-decided-to-rip-off.html?utm_source=feedburner&amp;amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+blogspot%2FiJHH+%28Aisha+Music%29"&gt;http://aishamusic.blogspot.com/2011/11/since-madonna-has-decided-to-rip-off.html?utm_source=feedburner&amp;amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+blogspot%2FiJHH+%28Aisha+Music%29&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have said I do not believe in "karma" but hey the flipside is don't underestimate anyone either. You're an asshole to too many people eventually you'll piss off the wrong ones. That's what happens when you go through life thinking .....well anyway.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot to say on like subject but don't have time for it now. I do, however, have legitimate complaints.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10898591-3636753859234442326?l=lauralauras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/feeds/3636753859234442326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10898591&amp;postID=3636753859234442326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/3636753859234442326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/3636753859234442326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/2011/11/you-know-to-be-good-soldier-as-well.html' title='you know, to be a good soldier as well'/><author><name>Laura in NYC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_25FFe0KKc9g/SH6P3GlH5qI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qYps1nihMTw/S220/lauracabawesomeedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10898591.post-4840698577621596923</id><published>2011-11-03T13:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T23:53:46.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'>another revision sky dancer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;love and it's real&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;it's real&lt;br /&gt;so many yellows! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;so is all this light &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;all this light so much of it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;this light this one oh only this one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you, me and her&lt;br /&gt;did it slip right by me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this one is pink&lt;br /&gt;this one's for friendship &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theirs and not his&lt;br /&gt;theirs and never his&lt;br /&gt;all of theirs and never his&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something in here, wired in me &lt;br /&gt;white in me&lt;br /&gt;all that was peachy pink &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there could never be too many&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my face aches&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of me is raw and heavythe screen is red, black and red&lt;br /&gt;it's coming at you really at them&lt;br /&gt;remember it's not real&lt;br /&gt;black ants seem to multiply faster than birds&lt;br /&gt;if there's one there are a million of them&lt;br /&gt;face was so tender so was he&lt;br /&gt;it was up to you to protect him&lt;br /&gt;you did the right thing&lt;br /&gt;they never told you&lt;br /&gt;no one will tell you but you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cat was orange he scratched my arms&lt;br /&gt;in a tree, the snow piercing the part of your legs that were bare&lt;br /&gt;in a playground covered in snow ice&lt;br /&gt;nothing can live here, yet it does&lt;br /&gt;you are here, you and her&lt;br /&gt;the car is not warm&lt;br /&gt;you move your toes&lt;br /&gt;your mother and her husband are out&lt;br /&gt;you and your step sister her in plaid&lt;br /&gt;we will freeze, but we don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now you and the one who looks like him&lt;br /&gt;are in some kind of garage&lt;br /&gt;what are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're eighteen your hair is red&lt;br /&gt;the night is black&lt;br /&gt;the doors are silent&lt;br /&gt;you were waiting for someone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;what are these eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;what is this face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;why are they glowing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;yes it was hot hot in there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;why are they glowing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;let me travel to him him to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;promising safety&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;please fix the road for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;and it's getting dark&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;the pills were blue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;the snow was white&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;then his text&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;a light! another then another&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;sometime, sometime&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;legs scraped raw again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;somehow I got back&lt;/div&gt;oh a storm quieted down&lt;br /&gt;this thing that lives in my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;these lights are bright in the snow&lt;br /&gt;it all stands out&lt;br /&gt;the presents under the tree [?????]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;is this coming day, now it's night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;Persephone dragged down to hell&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;in the snow marking it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;presents sit in the living room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;lights go out and candle flames move like water&lt;/div&gt;this night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;there's no one around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;my cat comes in from outside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;the snow makes a white mountain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;this is the god of winter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;at your fingertips&lt;br /&gt;a spark of deadly freeze&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;white and holy r&lt;/div&gt;I'm stirring white paste in a barrel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;the bag is pink&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;the white is snow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;it has a peachy smell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;it's a pink band aid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;there's a devil doll outside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;in a Santaria shop&lt;br /&gt;he bobs gently and grins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;you were warned&lt;br /&gt;you were curious you know&lt;/div&gt;they're marching in green &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;which one was stolen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;three syllables&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;three bells&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;this one, the blue forms clouds, blueberries?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;a blue boy on the wall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;I feel rawness and blisters every time I breathe in &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;aching, aching my body&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;in from the cold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;a ring, one for every kind of day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went over this recently and it needed a lot of work.....not publishing the final version just yet but here's a MUCH more refined version the last few were very rough ******************LMSaiter &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 am, 7 am which hour was it&lt;br /&gt;plastic is cheap barely containing&lt;br /&gt;somewhere it spilled&lt;br /&gt;overspilled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a car, too many&lt;br /&gt;crossing the street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was winter this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other earrings, those ones gold&lt;br /&gt;the others diamond&lt;br /&gt;this that's happening&lt;br /&gt;I can't feel my mind&lt;br /&gt;I've stepped outside myself&lt;br /&gt;someone grabs my wrist someone grabs me&lt;br /&gt;being naked being desired feeling the buzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10898591-4840698577621596923?l=lauralauras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/feeds/4840698577621596923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10898591&amp;postID=4840698577621596923&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/4840698577621596923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/4840698577621596923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/2011/11/another-revision-sky-dancer.html' title='another revision sky dancer'/><author><name>Laura in NYC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_25FFe0KKc9g/SH6P3GlH5qI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qYps1nihMTw/S220/lauracabawesomeedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10898591.post-5980829758247268531</id><published>2011-10-31T12:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T12:57:50.471-05:00</updated><title type='text'>fell asleep</title><content type='html'>had strange dreams of an old friend and her husband visiting........then a strange, ghostly couple in a library, and that I went into another friend's place (who lives uptown) he had given me the keys for.....then he came in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10898591-5980829758247268531?l=lauralauras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/feeds/5980829758247268531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10898591&amp;postID=5980829758247268531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/5980829758247268531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/5980829758247268531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/2011/10/fell-asleep.html' title='fell asleep'/><author><name>Laura in NYC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_25FFe0KKc9g/SH6P3GlH5qI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qYps1nihMTw/S220/lauracabawesomeedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10898591.post-868659249446655020</id><published>2011-10-31T10:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T10:46:18.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>got Devil and Lovers</title><content type='html'>relationship reading. Devil is "our baser desires" or more like "sins of the flesh." That it certainly is!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10898591-868659249446655020?l=lauralauras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/feeds/868659249446655020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10898591&amp;postID=868659249446655020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/868659249446655020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/868659249446655020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/2011/10/got-devil-and-lovers.html' title='got Devil and Lovers'/><author><name>Laura in NYC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_25FFe0KKc9g/SH6P3GlH5qI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qYps1nihMTw/S220/lauracabawesomeedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10898591.post-8601021910018665722</id><published>2011-10-30T20:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T20:03:42.121-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kali Ma</title><content type='html'>I'm giving a plug to this awesome website devaintart a lot of modern depictions of mythical figures, gods and goddesses I love this kind of stuff.....this is Kali Ma.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://browse.deviantart.com/?qh=&amp;amp;section=&amp;amp;global=1&amp;amp;q=kali+ma#/d36og3o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10898591-8601021910018665722?l=lauralauras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/feeds/8601021910018665722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10898591&amp;postID=8601021910018665722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/8601021910018665722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/8601021910018665722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/2011/10/kali-ma.html' title='Kali Ma'/><author><name>Laura in NYC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_25FFe0KKc9g/SH6P3GlH5qI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qYps1nihMTw/S220/lauracabawesomeedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10898591.post-7321362139395164181</id><published>2011-10-27T11:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T05:08:55.644-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Now I know</title><content type='html'>why people who are complete strangers to me give me the looks they do, like they know something about me or who I am. I'm really horrified. I don't know HOW pictures of me (with my face, not that I'm ashamed of it; you know, I think I'm attractive, but still.....) got on adult/hooker/ ect sites, or that I'm a sub, or worse.............or my name. Phone number. Someone clearly wanted to harass me, and they succeeded.They......people who I don't know or was never with made up stories about me; you know, anyone can say anything about anyone. It's like bathroom graffiti just one the web. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Clarity. This is not my doing. What else can I say? Get to know me, know who I really am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't work as a sub. And on and on.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10898591-7321362139395164181?l=lauralauras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/feeds/7321362139395164181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10898591&amp;postID=7321362139395164181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/7321362139395164181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/7321362139395164181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/2011/10/now-i-know.html' title='Now I know'/><author><name>Laura in NYC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_25FFe0KKc9g/SH6P3GlH5qI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qYps1nihMTw/S220/lauracabawesomeedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10898591.post-6692871007059321247</id><published>2011-10-25T08:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T08:32:54.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I couldn't</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;keep this in my head forever. I didn't even start pole dancing til I was in my thirties, but ......it can be done; you have to work at it...... So I did. My arms, legs would be bruised the next day.....I would just want to sleep.....so much and it was terribly hard work but I just kept going; why? Why did I put myself through this. I didn't have to. No one told me to. But I did. I kept writing too.....I went in life in art to hell and heaven and all over, low and high. For it---- to happen this way with so much ugly drama; of course I didn't want that. I put myself through all that cause I believed in it. There was not much conflict; the way there was with other things. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was, younger, very trusting where I should have listened to my instincts and not been. But I couldn't imagine someone......that they would do that; it was preposterous. And ....for so long......and get away with it. I didn't know but I had.....I could sense something was way, way off, something was really wrong. I just had this chronic bad feeling; but now I know and that's gone. I'm very relieved.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10898591-6692871007059321247?l=lauralauras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/feeds/6692871007059321247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10898591&amp;postID=6692871007059321247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/6692871007059321247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/6692871007059321247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-couldnt.html' title='I couldn&apos;t'/><author><name>Laura in NYC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_25FFe0KKc9g/SH6P3GlH5qI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qYps1nihMTw/S220/lauracabawesomeedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10898591.post-2415957625278461234</id><published>2011-10-24T18:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T18:56:02.167-05:00</updated><title type='text'>been a while but not neglecting.....</title><content type='html'>I'm re-writing and memorizing my stuff preparing to perform it......and am ...........it's all so intense. I keep wanting to go down to OWS I think I'll go there and dance that's the best thing! There is more to come.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10898591-2415957625278461234?l=lauralauras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/feeds/2415957625278461234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10898591&amp;postID=2415957625278461234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/2415957625278461234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/2415957625278461234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/2011/10/been-while-but-not-neglecting.html' title='been a while but not neglecting.....'/><author><name>Laura in NYC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_25FFe0KKc9g/SH6P3GlH5qI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qYps1nihMTw/S220/lauracabawesomeedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10898591.post-8076686381142590005</id><published>2011-10-14T14:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T14:47:26.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sky dancer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;love and it's real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;love and it's real&lt;br /&gt;so many yellows! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;the yellows are bright &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;so is all this light &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;all this light so much of it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;this light this one oh only this one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you, me and her&lt;br /&gt;you, me and her&lt;br /&gt;did it slip right by me?&lt;br /&gt;this one's Jasmine&lt;br /&gt;this one is pink&lt;br /&gt;this one had softer petals than this one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is a cross on the screen&lt;br /&gt;theirs and not his&lt;br /&gt;theirs and never his&lt;br /&gt;all of theirs and never his&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a monster on the screen&lt;br /&gt;his it's all his&lt;br /&gt;he reads your emails&lt;br /&gt;it looks like him but it isn't&lt;br /&gt;somewhere nearby he's sleeping&lt;br /&gt;you're just a little east by a sooty river&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and how your face aches&lt;br /&gt;your legs and arms&lt;br /&gt;all of you is raw and heavy&lt;br /&gt;the screen is red, black and red&lt;br /&gt;it's coming at you really at them&lt;br /&gt;remember it's not real&lt;br /&gt;black ants seem to multiply faster than birds&lt;br /&gt;if there's one there are a million of them&lt;br /&gt;face was so tender so was he&lt;br /&gt;it was up to you to protect him&lt;br /&gt;you did the right thing&lt;br /&gt;they never told you&lt;br /&gt;no one will tell you but you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cat was orange he scratched my arms&lt;br /&gt;in a tree, the snow piercing the part of your legs that were bare&lt;br /&gt;in a playground covered in snow ice&lt;br /&gt;nothing can live here, yet it does&lt;br /&gt;you are here, you and her&lt;br /&gt;the car is not warm&lt;br /&gt;you move your toes&lt;br /&gt;your mother and her husband are out&lt;br /&gt;you and your step sister her in plaid&lt;br /&gt;we will freeze, but we don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now you and the one who looks like him&lt;br /&gt;are in some kind of garage&lt;br /&gt;what are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're eighteen your hair is red&lt;br /&gt;the night is black&lt;br /&gt;the doors are silent&lt;br /&gt;you were waiting for someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;what are these eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;what is this face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;why are they glowing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;yes it was hot hot in there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;why are they glowing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;let me travel to him him to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;promising safety&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;please fix the road for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;and it's getting dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;the pills were blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;the snow was white&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;presents were green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;others red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;then his text&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;a light! another then another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;it can be so cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;so cold at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;sometime, sometime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;legs scraped raw again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;somehow I got back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;thinking I was free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I was deceived&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;but for that moment the night was blanketed in white&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;red, blue and green lights gently hung around the old red brick buildings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;so cold, but a sign of warmth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;that you're home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;no longer in a desert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;the day to celebrate Christ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;is this coming day, now it's night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;and it's very silent only your feet make noise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;in the snow marking it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;presents sit in the living room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;in a church your family stands next to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;lights go out and candle flames move like water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;and it's quiet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;she calls you a bitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;that morning the tsunami hits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;you don't feel it here, or do you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;so thankful for the quiet this night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;no one around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;my cat comes in from outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;the snow makes a white mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;this is the god of winter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;an ice pick dosed in spearmint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;your fingertips are a spark of deadly freeze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;where no light comes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;as the mercury ball drops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I'm not OK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I'm a grotesque monster of a wreck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I've been that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;that thing think it's a piece of cheap pulp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;but that thing is real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;it's in me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;your emails have been read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;somewhere someone is dancing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somewhere, the FARCs are getting rich &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;somewhere there's a white paste is stirred in a barrel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;but here you're in a makeshift mall&lt;br /&gt;step into a bathroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;white and holy r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;the bag is pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;the white is snow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;it has a peachy smell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;it's a pink band aid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;there's a devil doll outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;in a Santaria shop&lt;br /&gt;he bobs gently and grins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;you were warned&lt;br /&gt;you were curious you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;somewhere people are marching in green, green leaves so sharp they cut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;insects big as your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which one was stolen&lt;br /&gt;three syllables&lt;br /&gt;three bells &lt;br /&gt;this one, the blue forms clouds, blueberries?&lt;br /&gt;a blue boy on the wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my nose hurts&lt;br /&gt;aching, aching my body&lt;br /&gt;and one came in from the cold&lt;br /&gt;the air sucked out of the room&lt;br /&gt;like in the barrel of a shotgun&lt;br /&gt;or a piercing&lt;br /&gt;a ring, one for every kind of day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;in your bag a bottle breaks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;the same spot, someone is hit by a car&lt;br /&gt;the skull dances at night&lt;br /&gt;smell of shoes off in a distance&lt;br /&gt;coming for you&lt;br /&gt;the rebels are coming for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10898591-8076686381142590005?l=lauralauras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_25FFe0KKc9g/SH6P3GlH5qI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qYps1nihMTw/S220/lauracabawesomeedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10898591.post-6999658503368353938</id><published>2011-10-14T14:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T14:46:56.462-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #ffff33;"&gt;in your bag a bottle breaks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffff33;"&gt;the same spot, someone is hit by a car&lt;br /&gt;the skull dances at night&lt;br /&gt;smell of shoes off in a distance&lt;br /&gt;coming for you&lt;br /&gt;the rebels are coming for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10898591-6999658503368353938?l=lauralauras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_25FFe0KKc9g/SH6P3GlH5qI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qYps1nihMTw/S220/lauracabawesomeedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10898591.post-5909548080891463720</id><published>2011-10-12T19:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T19:39:38.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://fayeuh.deviantart.com/art/Saint-Seiya-Aphrodite-71484686"&gt;Saint Seiya Aphrodite&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QhuwLzKjbyU/TpYzRYjqNVI/AAAAAAAACTA/2q4WdaUXPBk/s1600/Saint_Seiya___Aphrodite_by_Fayeuh.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QhuwLzKjbyU/TpYzRYjqNVI/AAAAAAAACTA/2q4WdaUXPBk/s320/Saint_Seiya___Aphrodite_by_Fayeuh.png" width="224" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Fayeuh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This artist is a French female. love this stuff on deviantart!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10898591-5909548080891463720?l=lauralauras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/feeds/5909548080891463720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10898591&amp;postID=5909548080891463720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/5909548080891463720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/5909548080891463720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/2011/10/saint-seiya-aphrodite-by-fayeuh-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura in NYC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_25FFe0KKc9g/SH6P3GlH5qI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qYps1nihMTw/S220/lauracabawesomeedit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QhuwLzKjbyU/TpYzRYjqNVI/AAAAAAAACTA/2q4WdaUXPBk/s72-c/Saint_Seiya___Aphrodite_by_Fayeuh.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10898591.post-6717401694171378185</id><published>2011-10-12T08:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T15:21:05.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blair the liar, murderer and crook</title><content type='html'>Tony Blair is an absolute disgrace to humanity. I wonder how his parents feel having given birth to such an awful human being. He is a professional liar, thief and a fraud from head to toe. He is a disaster in the world. He is an ignorant at best at worst someone with absolutely no conscience and that is not someone to put in a position of leadership. I am sure he has taken gifts of some kind. I see through you though, and so does the public now. You have no defense for your actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could anybody vote for him? I don't understand it. It defies all logic. That too is inexcusable.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/news/uk/article718100.ece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He belongs in prison. But, wait a minute, doesn't everyone think this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back and forth on whether to publish this. Too many people are still praising this man when they shouldn't....so many articles I find are at best mish mashy. He .....needs to be somewhere where he can't hurt anyone. Why WHY are people like him out in the world? That explains many things.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10898591-6717401694171378185?l=lauralauras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/feeds/6717401694171378185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10898591&amp;postID=6717401694171378185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/6717401694171378185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/6717401694171378185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/2011/10/blair-liar-murderer-and-crook.html' title='Blair the liar, murderer and crook'/><author><name>Laura in NYC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_25FFe0KKc9g/SH6P3GlH5qI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qYps1nihMTw/S220/lauracabawesomeedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10898591.post-1401077758043292482</id><published>2011-10-06T15:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T15:16:22.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'>but</title><content type='html'>speaking of stealing some shithead just took my phone from the library.....GGGGGRRRRRRHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so those who wish to talk to me can email or msg for now.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all your emotional support to get my stuff back are not necessary but will appreciated; cause I need this, and it wasn't theirs to take.&amp;nbsp; ) thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10898591-1401077758043292482?l=lauralauras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/feeds/1401077758043292482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10898591&amp;postID=1401077758043292482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/1401077758043292482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10898591/posts/default/1401077758043292482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralauras.blogspot.com/2011/10/but.html' title='but'/><author><name>Laura in NYC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_25FFe0KKc9g/SH6P3GlH5qI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qYps1nihMTw/S220/lauracabawesomeedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
