<?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-18464730</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:45:50.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enunciation.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18464730/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enunciation.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781135872522046390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img16.imageshack.us/img16/9408/1460611p77600076417zt.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18464730.post-115306992034179211</id><published>2006-07-16T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T10:12:00.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>travels</title><content type='html'>not much to update you all with, my travels are going well i am seeing things that really set me in the mood not to go home.  well maybe i won't, i've just not had time to post anything although i think i was going down every over developed road on here anyway.  some photos soon.  promise, but my camera got &lt;em&gt;stolen &lt;/em&gt;(or i lost it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least its all standard everywhere else eh kodi.  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;side note, bd and just thinking finally got &lt;a href="http://a-moment-shared.blogspot.com/"&gt;space together&lt;/a&gt; and have picked up some new readers on the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18464730-115306992034179211?l=enunciation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enunciation.blogspot.com/feeds/115306992034179211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18464730&amp;postID=115306992034179211' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18464730/posts/default/115306992034179211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18464730/posts/default/115306992034179211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enunciation.blogspot.com/2006/07/travels.html' title='travels'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781135872522046390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img16.imageshack.us/img16/9408/1460611p77600076417zt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18464730.post-114995314183219283</id><published>2006-06-10T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T08:25:41.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>romancing</title><content type='html'>i miss being romanced.  maybe thats where the dislike for lack of mutuality and the unpraised comes from.  its been so long since someone wrote me a nice message in a card, bought me a gift, took me somewhere for lunch or walked me along the beach.  i have come back to missing having a man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18464730-114995314183219283?l=enunciation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enunciation.blogspot.com/feeds/114995314183219283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18464730&amp;postID=114995314183219283' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18464730/posts/default/114995314183219283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18464730/posts/default/114995314183219283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enunciation.blogspot.com/2006/06/romancing.html' title='romancing'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781135872522046390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img16.imageshack.us/img16/9408/1460611p77600076417zt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18464730.post-114877827658179089</id><published>2006-05-26T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T18:07:02.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>escapade</title><content type='html'>there is no point in gesturing for the sake of it.  if it takes a mistake to plant reason to say something nice, whats the point.  if the things you have to say every other day are what you say why falsify yourself by giving out gestures in good will.  you only look more wrong and more false for it.  you either think good or bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18464730-114877827658179089?l=enunciation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enunciation.blogspot.com/feeds/114877827658179089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18464730&amp;postID=114877827658179089' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18464730/posts/default/114877827658179089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18464730/posts/default/114877827658179089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enunciation.blogspot.com/2006/05/escapade.html' title='escapade'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781135872522046390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img16.imageshack.us/img16/9408/1460611p77600076417zt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18464730.post-114817195819337113</id><published>2006-05-20T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T17:39:18.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>death and romance</title><content type='html'>hand in hand or toe to toe?  one wins, the two cannot stand as one - romeo and juliet would confirm?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18464730-114817195819337113?l=enunciation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enunciation.blogspot.com/feeds/114817195819337113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18464730&amp;postID=114817195819337113' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18464730/posts/default/114817195819337113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18464730/posts/default/114817195819337113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enunciation.blogspot.com/2006/05/death-and-romance.html' title='death and romance'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781135872522046390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img16.imageshack.us/img16/9408/1460611p77600076417zt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18464730.post-114688181056889351</id><published>2006-05-05T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T19:16:50.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes even the best get stranded</title><content type='html'>if she strikes you&lt;br /&gt;where do you want to be?&lt;br /&gt;the holder lost of all composure!&lt;br /&gt;if you're wounded&lt;br /&gt;why play the game?&lt;br /&gt;you'll be left stranded&lt;br /&gt;in no mans land&lt;br /&gt;cause she couldn't see you're pure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cartel-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18464730-114688181056889351?l=enunciation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enunciation.blogspot.com/feeds/114688181056889351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18464730&amp;postID=114688181056889351' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18464730/posts/default/114688181056889351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18464730/posts/default/114688181056889351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enunciation.blogspot.com/2006/05/sometimes-even-best-get-stranded.html' title='sometimes even the best get stranded'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781135872522046390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img16.imageshack.us/img16/9408/1460611p77600076417zt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18464730.post-114666642309350583</id><published>2006-05-03T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T07:30:28.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a helpless defeat a useless rage a bloody mess a wasted life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;things I have and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;don't have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;come from this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;moving between&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;people like leaves like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;smoke. I've been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;waiting the way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;milkweed I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;brought inside two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;years ago stays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;suspended, hair in the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;wind it seems to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;float, even its&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;black seeds don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;pull it down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;tho you don't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;understand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;how anything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;could stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;that way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;so long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DRIFTING - Lyn Lifshin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bitter lemon &lt;a href="theothersideofthecircle.blogspot.com"&gt;reminders&lt;/a&gt; of old events which were removed in vain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18464730-114666642309350583?l=enunciation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enunciation.blogspot.com/feeds/114666642309350583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18464730&amp;postID=114666642309350583' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18464730/posts/default/114666642309350583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18464730/posts/default/114666642309350583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enunciation.blogspot.com/2006/05/helpless-defeat-useless-rage-bloody.html' title='a helpless defeat a useless rage a bloody mess a wasted life'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781135872522046390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img16.imageshack.us/img16/9408/1460611p77600076417zt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18464730.post-114557690402087409</id><published>2006-04-20T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T16:48:24.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>andrew</title><content type='html'>i looked at old photos, i hate the not knowing what would've been.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18464730-114557690402087409?l=enunciation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enunciation.blogspot.com/feeds/114557690402087409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18464730&amp;postID=114557690402087409' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18464730/posts/default/114557690402087409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18464730/posts/default/114557690402087409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enunciation.blogspot.com/2006/04/andrew.html' title='andrew'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781135872522046390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img16.imageshack.us/img16/9408/1460611p77600076417zt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18464730.post-114557719249086351</id><published>2006-04-19T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T16:53:12.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>different</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4740/1687/1600/before%20b1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4740/1687/320/before%20b1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18464730-114557719249086351?l=enunciation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enunciation.blogspot.com/feeds/114557719249086351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18464730&amp;postID=114557719249086351' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18464730/posts/default/114557719249086351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18464730/posts/default/114557719249086351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enunciation.blogspot.com/2006/04/different.html' title='different'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781135872522046390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img16.imageshack.us/img16/9408/1460611p77600076417zt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18464730.post-114540154875133209</id><published>2006-04-18T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T16:05:48.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>warm in winter cold in spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;an older photo b took, i liked it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4740/1687/1600/ave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4740/1687/320/ave.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18464730-114540154875133209?l=enunciation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enunciation.blogspot.com/feeds/114540154875133209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18464730&amp;postID=114540154875133209' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18464730/posts/default/114540154875133209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18464730/posts/default/114540154875133209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enunciation.blogspot.com/2006/04/warm-in-winter-cold-in-spring.html' title='warm in winter cold in spring'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781135872522046390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img16.imageshack.us/img16/9408/1460611p77600076417zt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18464730.post-114540079670428770</id><published>2006-04-18T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T15:56:16.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'olding' as a single one</title><content type='html'>maybe when i am older, and my expectations drip from me as my past sets my levels i will never feel the same about being single.  the people i hold to won't care that i want a certain something, possibly disregarding their certain somethings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think this is some twisted way of saying i'm getting old but i've got an understanding one or i am getting old and being a single is good fun to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's hoping. that i am to be finding a guy who will give me the rope that i can put him down on the list on the odd event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is just some twisted way of saying i want one of the understanding ones; one of the ones who will romance me and let me bitch about things, one who will know when to put his arms round me and listen, one who will know when to argue and know when to fold, one who will love and cherish me, one who will never hide from me when i need something.  then he will be giving me his 50% and i will give him his.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18464730-114540079670428770?l=enunciation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enunciation.blogspot.com/feeds/114540079670428770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18464730&amp;postID=114540079670428770' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18464730/posts/default/114540079670428770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18464730/posts/default/114540079670428770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enunciation.blogspot.com/2006/04/olding-as-single-one.html' title='&apos;olding&apos; as a single one'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781135872522046390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img16.imageshack.us/img16/9408/1460611p77600076417zt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18464730.post-114527483307615442</id><published>2006-04-17T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T04:53:53.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>silent hours</title><content type='html'>when some people slip into silence i can't help but think that whatever is eating their words shouldn't happen once you give up your heart if then he/she makes you question your feelings is it time to turn and think of running away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the questioning begins and the silences creep in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it should be as it has put 'build me up and bring me down'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18464730-114527483307615442?l=enunciation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enunciation.blogspot.com/feeds/114527483307615442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18464730&amp;postID=114527483307615442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18464730/posts/default/114527483307615442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18464730/posts/default/114527483307615442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enunciation.blogspot.com/2006/04/silent-hours.html' title='silent hours'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781135872522046390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img16.imageshack.us/img16/9408/1460611p77600076417zt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18464730.post-114514283611459041</id><published>2006-04-15T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T16:15:59.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>breather "long time no blog"</title><content type='html'>after a pause, i see i have been unfair; to him, to who he cares about.  i have tried to be the one in his wings, he soars without me and when he looks he can take me to a comforting place, he can be the friend to make everything right.  for too long have i hoped this would grow, knowing he didn't love me how i loved him.  knowing he was falling fast for someone that effects him in a way i have never been able i possibly didn't let him stretch fully.  a part of me can't help but smile for him and for who he touches with his heart, then that part of my that turns green sometimes in envy of what i cannot have.  i am sorry for when this part takes over.  i don't want to be the thorn in anyones side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a petty remark that recieved petty response i wonder why things go well for such a blatanty limited creature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which returns me to maturity; knowing you've made an error is very different from saying you have made one.  just as thinking you are more is very different from saying you are.  so the maturity is something self applied, until then keep your pathetic ideas and opinions.  you show your excuses for you failings and expect pity, you expect to be seen as the struggling single parent when you are nothing but a poor attempt at being a man and a father.  i hope your children are as stupid as you are, at least this way they will not see through you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love and its brooding have been on my mind quite a lot lately, nearly to the point i am almost tired all of the time i am consumed by my calculating of my feelings and my stunt in growth.  emotionally i have come to a wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;complexions of differing goings on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18464730-114514283611459041?l=enunciation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enunciation.blogspot.com/feeds/114514283611459041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18464730&amp;postID=114514283611459041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18464730/posts/default/114514283611459041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18464730/posts/default/114514283611459041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enunciation.blogspot.com/2006/04/breather-long-time-no-blog.html' title='breather &quot;long time no blog&quot;'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781135872522046390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img16.imageshack.us/img16/9408/1460611p77600076417zt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18464730.post-114302871063327451</id><published>2006-03-22T03:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T03:58:30.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a more obvious example</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://kodijack.blogspot.com/2006/03/beggers-should-not-be-choosers.html"&gt;ironic - the unrealistic being realistic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18464730-114302871063327451?l=enunciation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enunciation.blogspot.com/feeds/114302871063327451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18464730&amp;postID=114302871063327451' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18464730/posts/default/114302871063327451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18464730/posts/default/114302871063327451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enunciation.blogspot.com/2006/03/more-obvious-example.html' title='a more obvious example'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781135872522046390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img16.imageshack.us/img16/9408/1460611p77600076417zt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18464730.post-114177653560771257</id><published>2006-03-07T15:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T16:08:55.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>one sided</title><content type='html'>after reading &lt;a href="http://bd022.blogspot.com/2006/03/stages-bias-to-connection.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt; relationships don't work when one sided, when one person travels the distance, when one person takes the hits and makes the sacrifices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the late realisation this is the case conspires a contempt within me for my previous relationships regardless of what they have gave me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18464730-114177653560771257?l=enunciation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enunciation.blogspot.com/feeds/114177653560771257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18464730&amp;postID=114177653560771257' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18464730/posts/default/114177653560771257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18464730/posts/default/114177653560771257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enunciation.blogspot.com/2006/03/one-sided.html' title='one sided'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781135872522046390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img16.imageshack.us/img16/9408/1460611p77600076417zt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18464730.post-114169099212157454</id><published>2006-03-06T16:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T16:23:12.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>waste</title><content type='html'>do not let people tell you that maturity consists of giving up your idealism, or that responsibility means giving up your freedom, or that wisdom consists of accepting illogical arguments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;growing old is not forgetting the past the people who toss history aside have nothing of meaning to hold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18464730-114169099212157454?l=enunciation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enunciation.blogspot.com/feeds/114169099212157454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18464730&amp;postID=114169099212157454' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18464730/posts/default/114169099212157454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18464730/posts/default/114169099212157454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enunciation.blogspot.com/2006/03/waste.html' title='waste'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781135872522046390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img16.imageshack.us/img16/9408/1460611p77600076417zt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18464730.post-114108396432101391</id><published>2006-02-27T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T15:49:36.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ok i did a test</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Heart Is Pink&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorheartdoyouhavequiz/pink.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In relationships, you like to play innocent - even though you aren't.Each time you fall in love, it's like falling for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;Your flirting style: Coy&lt;br /&gt;Your lucky first date: Picnic in the park&lt;br /&gt;Your dream lover: Is both caring and dominant&lt;br /&gt;What you bring to relationships: Romance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorheartdoyouhavequiz/"&gt;What Color Heart Do You Have?&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/18464730-114108396432101391?l=enunciation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enunciation.blogspot.com/feeds/114108396432101391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18464730&amp;postID=114108396432101391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18464730/posts/default/114108396432101391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18464730/posts/default/114108396432101391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enunciation.blogspot.com/2006/02/ok-i-did-test_27.html' title='ok i did a test'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781135872522046390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img16.imageshack.us/img16/9408/1460611p77600076417zt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18464730.post-114097689856453088</id><published>2006-02-26T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T10:05:14.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>twelve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he was an educated man and all our equations weighed up perfectly, burning the enemies and holding open all the gates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4740/1687/1600/right.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4740/1687/320/right.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;now i've opened my eyes to men again, i see good looking cocky immature boys and well mannered plain guys. no-one seems to have the full package? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18464730-114097689856453088?l=enunciation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enunciation.blogspot.com/feeds/114097689856453088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18464730&amp;postID=114097689856453088' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18464730/posts/default/114097689856453088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18464730/posts/default/114097689856453088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enunciation.blogspot.com/2006/02/twelve.html' title='twelve'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781135872522046390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img16.imageshack.us/img16/9408/1460611p77600076417zt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18464730.post-114091876437154782</id><published>2006-02-25T17:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T17:52:44.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>friend</title><content type='html'>Many times I've needed support,&lt;br /&gt;and to know someone was there.&lt;br /&gt;It was you who held me up,&lt;br /&gt;and showed me there was still care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18464730-114091876437154782?l=enunciation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enunciation.blogspot.com/feeds/114091876437154782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18464730&amp;postID=114091876437154782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18464730/posts/default/114091876437154782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18464730/posts/default/114091876437154782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enunciation.blogspot.com/2006/02/friend.html' title='friend'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781135872522046390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img16.imageshack.us/img16/9408/1460611p77600076417zt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18464730.post-114091871838376463</id><published>2006-02-25T17:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T17:51:59.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>family</title><content type='html'>Many times I've wanted to tell you this,&lt;br /&gt;But never got a chance.&lt;br /&gt;You have helped me out in life,&lt;br /&gt;and got me where I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times in my life I've needed a helping hand,&lt;br /&gt;and someone to pull me up.&lt;br /&gt;I know you'd have gave me that,&lt;br /&gt;thats often enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18464730-114091871838376463?l=enunciation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enunciation.blogspot.com/feeds/114091871838376463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18464730&amp;postID=114091871838376463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18464730/posts/default/114091871838376463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18464730/posts/default/114091871838376463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enunciation.blogspot.com/2006/02/family.html' title='family'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781135872522046390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img16.imageshack.us/img16/9408/1460611p77600076417zt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18464730.post-114082226685071942</id><published>2006-02-24T15:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T15:06:59.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you should never fight those feelings</title><content type='html'>Powers and a feeling, time to watch the ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;You know how everything grows.&lt;br /&gt;Wondering where you are and knowing I'm only one night away.&lt;br /&gt;Now the stars are falling and I'm wandering the city.&lt;br /&gt;You know the feeling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18464730-114082226685071942?l=enunciation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enunciation.blogspot.com/feeds/114082226685071942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18464730&amp;postID=114082226685071942' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18464730/posts/default/114082226685071942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18464730/posts/default/114082226685071942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enunciation.blogspot.com/2006/02/you-should-never-fight-those-feelings.html' title='you should never fight those feelings'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781135872522046390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img16.imageshack.us/img16/9408/1460611p77600076417zt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18464730.post-114065405998206033</id><published>2006-02-22T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T16:21:00.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cure</title><content type='html'>i can't make you love me&lt;br /&gt;if you don't&lt;br /&gt;can't make your heart feel&lt;br /&gt;something it won't&lt;br /&gt;here in the dark&lt;br /&gt;in these hours&lt;br /&gt;i will lay down&lt;br /&gt;and feel the power&lt;br /&gt;but you won't&lt;br /&gt;no, you won't&lt;br /&gt;cause I can't make you love me&lt;br /&gt;if you don't&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18464730-114065405998206033?l=enunciation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enunciation.blogspot.com/feeds/114065405998206033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18464730&amp;postID=114065405998206033' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18464730/posts/default/114065405998206033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18464730/posts/default/114065405998206033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enunciation.blogspot.com/2006/02/cure.html' title='cure'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781135872522046390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img16.imageshack.us/img16/9408/1460611p77600076417zt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18464730.post-114013292557868732</id><published>2006-02-17T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T15:35:25.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you play that part</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;i know you understand even when i get in a phase, when i'm going to a place that you can't come you let me flow and you put yourself on hold. taking my cold when i could say the meanest things your tongue doesn't speak, not because i'm cute or because i'm weak but because to you i'm an open book that you've well read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18464730-114013292557868732?l=enunciation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enunciation.blogspot.com/feeds/114013292557868732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18464730&amp;postID=114013292557868732' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18464730/posts/default/114013292557868732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18464730/posts/default/114013292557868732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enunciation.blogspot.com/2006/02/you-play-that-part.html' title='you play that part'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781135872522046390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img16.imageshack.us/img16/9408/1460611p77600076417zt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18464730.post-114013063737765739</id><published>2006-02-16T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T14:57:17.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>effort</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://artpad.art.com/?iuswdz1lfgpc"&gt;http://artpad.art.com/?iuswdz1lfgpc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;least you tried b lol ;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18464730-114013063737765739?l=enunciation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enunciation.blogspot.com/feeds/114013063737765739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18464730&amp;postID=114013063737765739' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18464730/posts/default/114013063737765739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18464730/posts/default/114013063737765739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enunciation.blogspot.com/2006/02/effort.html' title='effort'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781135872522046390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img16.imageshack.us/img16/9408/1460611p77600076417zt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18464730.post-114012679162772987</id><published>2006-02-16T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T13:53:11.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ott</title><content type='html'>over rating achievments, some people do it and some people don't.  one person feel the need to shout their latest feat and the next acts as if there was no feat at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18464730-114012679162772987?l=enunciation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enunciation.blogspot.com/feeds/114012679162772987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18464730&amp;postID=114012679162772987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18464730/posts/default/114012679162772987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18464730/posts/default/114012679162772987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enunciation.blogspot.com/2006/02/ott.html' title='ott'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781135872522046390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img16.imageshack.us/img16/9408/1460611p77600076417zt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18464730.post-114012728399725864</id><published>2006-02-13T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T14:01:23.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>not so many years ago</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the photograph on the dashboard, taken years ago&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4740/1687/1600/e2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4740/1687/320/e2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18464730-114012728399725864?l=enunciation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enunciation.blogspot.com/feeds/114012728399725864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18464730&amp;postID=114012728399725864' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18464730/posts/default/114012728399725864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18464730/posts/default/114012728399725864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enunciation.blogspot.com/2006/02/not-so-many-years-ago.html' title='not so many years ago'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781135872522046390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img16.imageshack.us/img16/9408/1460611p77600076417zt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18464730.post-113933909175782969</id><published>2006-02-07T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T11:17:41.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>solo</title><content type='html'>i am surrounded by friends, i have plenty on my plate at work, i work with the community for the community, i have someone who would do anything i asked him to. but i don't have someone specific, someone special, someone of my own. the hollow echoes at the moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18464730-113933909175782969?l=enunciation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enunciation.blogspot.com/feeds/113933909175782969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18464730&amp;postID=113933909175782969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18464730/posts/default/113933909175782969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18464730/posts/default/113933909175782969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enunciation.blogspot.com/2006/02/solo.html' title='solo'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781135872522046390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img16.imageshack.us/img16/9408/1460611p77600076417zt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18464730.post-113815017419615895</id><published>2006-01-24T16:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T16:49:34.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>predilection of men</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;men, who can express his feelings but stand up for himself &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sex, that doesn't take three hours for no result or is over quicker than the taste of 5p bubblegum &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;stubble, that is neither rehearsed or patchy &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;intelligence, not brain dead but no nerd working in the dark corner of the office with a buffy wallpaper &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;oral sex, that isn't like guzzling an orange or like its going to bite back &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;first dates, that you wouldn't be ashamed to tell you kids if he was the dad &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;suits, that don't hang off but cover the curves &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;build, like a man should be big enough so give security but not so big it all wobbles &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;humour, can make fun of life but doesn't laugh at every fart ever made &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;security, not cocky but not so insecure it hurts my ego &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cars, well boys if it has four wheels and can handle A to B who cares &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;romance, not looking for flowers and chocolates every second sunday but a thoughtful trip away on the odd weekend or a walk along the beach &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;grooming, tidy but ready to go out in a tenth of the time i take &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;is some kind of average that difficult?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18464730-113815017419615895?l=enunciation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enunciation.blogspot.com/feeds/113815017419615895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18464730&amp;postID=113815017419615895' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18464730/posts/default/113815017419615895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18464730/posts/default/113815017419615895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enunciation.blogspot.com/2006/01/predilection-of-men.html' title='predilection of men'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781135872522046390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img16.imageshack.us/img16/9408/1460611p77600076417zt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18464730.post-113699123578500972</id><published>2006-01-11T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T06:53:55.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>try to explain</title><content type='html'>Softly as a gentle breeze,&lt;br /&gt;Love crept into my heart&lt;br /&gt;So softly I did not realize&lt;br /&gt;Until we came to part.&lt;br /&gt;It was then that love so suddenly&lt;br /&gt;Grew claws, and without warning&lt;br /&gt;Clamped around my heart and left&lt;br /&gt;Me bleeding and in mourning.&lt;br /&gt;So stunned was I by this attack,&lt;br /&gt;I did not cry out "stay! "&lt;br /&gt;And, frowning at my silence,&lt;br /&gt;You turned and walked away.&lt;br /&gt;I never knew, until you left,&lt;br /&gt;How much you'd meant to me&lt;br /&gt;And now you're gone, I guess&lt;br /&gt;Our love was never meant to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18464730-113699123578500972?l=enunciation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enunciation.blogspot.com/feeds/113699123578500972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18464730&amp;postID=113699123578500972' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18464730/posts/default/113699123578500972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18464730/posts/default/113699123578500972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enunciation.blogspot.com/2006/01/try-to-explain.html' title='try to explain'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781135872522046390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img16.imageshack.us/img16/9408/1460611p77600076417zt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18464730.post-113688669758226314</id><published>2006-01-10T01:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T01:51:37.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>this year</title><content type='html'>well this year already has a flavour of romance associated with it. all for the taking. i must start returning to here more often.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18464730-113688669758226314?l=enunciation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enunciation.blogspot.com/feeds/113688669758226314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18464730&amp;postID=113688669758226314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18464730/posts/default/113688669758226314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18464730/posts/default/113688669758226314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enunciation.blogspot.com/2006/01/this-year.html' title='this year'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781135872522046390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img16.imageshack.us/img16/9408/1460611p77600076417zt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18464730.post-113539524849695311</id><published>2005-12-23T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T19:34:58.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tradition</title><content type='html'>it has come round, christmas 2005.  hope everyone has a good christmas and the new year brings all that is hoped for&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18464730-113539524849695311?l=enunciation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enunciation.blogspot.com/feeds/113539524849695311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18464730&amp;postID=113539524849695311' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18464730/posts/default/113539524849695311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18464730/posts/default/113539524849695311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enunciation.blogspot.com/2005/12/tradition.html' title='tradition'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781135872522046390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img16.imageshack.us/img16/9408/1460611p77600076417zt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18464730.post-113500834021878036</id><published>2005-12-19T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T08:05:40.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>snowflakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4740/1687/1600/snowflake01.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4740/1687/320/snowflake01.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with a little help&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18464730-113500834021878036?l=enunciation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enunciation.blogspot.com/feeds/113500834021878036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18464730&amp;postID=113500834021878036' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18464730/posts/default/113500834021878036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18464730/posts/default/113500834021878036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enunciation.blogspot.com/2005/12/snowflakes.html' title='snowflakes'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781135872522046390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img16.imageshack.us/img16/9408/1460611p77600076417zt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18464730.post-113476630580087473</id><published>2005-12-16T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T12:51:45.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbyes</title><content type='html'>goodbyes are something where either we say goodbye or i can say hello to new things the gooodbyes made way for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18464730-113476630580087473?l=enunciation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enunciation.blogspot.com/feeds/113476630580087473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18464730&amp;postID=113476630580087473' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18464730/posts/default/113476630580087473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18464730/posts/default/113476630580087473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enunciation.blogspot.com/2005/12/goodbyes.html' title='goodbyes'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781135872522046390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img16.imageshack.us/img16/9408/1460611p77600076417zt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18464730.post-113446740478250353</id><published>2005-12-13T01:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T01:50:04.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>those places where dust really gathers</title><content type='html'>not journals but boxes of things kept in a loft in a house which itself is not a pleasant memory my life has been such that these boxes probably define it more than i do the past will always be part of my future.  i miss people, going places, seeing things but i really don't think i could swap what i have now for what i had then.  tough one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18464730-113446740478250353?l=enunciation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img16.imageshack.us/img16/9408/1460611p77600076417zt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18464730.post-113400209756591601</id><published>2005-12-07T16:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T16:34:57.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>balancer</title><content type='html'>we as people, as women do have this problem with balance.  after thinking of it i think we can add it next to perception and co-ordination.  they are all kinds of ordinance, it is the emotional struggle with ourselves.  just thinking (theothersideofthecircle) touched on this personally; but it will be known in us all.  we all need something to lean on, something to provide support in moments of mis-footing and with having found someone who can dedicate to be that to me i feel much more stable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18464730-113400209756591601?l=enunciation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enunciation.blogspot.com/feeds/113400209756591601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18464730&amp;postID=113400209756591601' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18464730/posts/default/113400209756591601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18464730/posts/default/113400209756591601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enunciation.blogspot.com/2005/12/balancer.html' title='balancer'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781135872522046390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img16.imageshack.us/img16/9408/1460611p77600076417zt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18464730.post-113355776074647462</id><published>2005-12-02T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T13:10:27.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my how you've changed</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;From&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be making my escape&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I'm telling myself everything is shape&lt;br /&gt;Everything is great&lt;br /&gt;Except me&lt;br /&gt;How long can you stay&lt;br /&gt;How am i doing&lt;br /&gt;I've got a great idea&lt;br /&gt;I'll just wait right here&lt;br /&gt;Why is all this happening&lt;br /&gt;Breaking both my hands&lt;br /&gt;And telling me to take it like a man&lt;br /&gt;Well fuck that&lt;br /&gt;I guess i don't understand it&lt;br /&gt;Just say what you just said again&lt;br /&gt;Everything is happening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;To&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Release, find your peace my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Release, maybe it was all you needed?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18464730-113355776074647462?l=enunciation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enunciation.blogspot.com/feeds/113355776074647462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18464730&amp;postID=113355776074647462' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18464730/posts/default/113355776074647462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18464730/posts/default/113355776074647462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enunciation.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-how-youve-changed.html' title='my how you&apos;ve changed'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781135872522046390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img16.imageshack.us/img16/9408/1460611p77600076417zt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18464730.post-113421758707589834</id><published>2005-12-01T04:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T04:28:07.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i remember the splashes</title><content type='html'>i have never forgotten you and i never will, you were my first love and i know we were never anything but it doesn't take away from me the doors you opened i wonder what you'd be like now if you'd still only eat junk food and argue with b about who knew the most tracks (no question, eh b  ;P) i wonder if you'd still call me chubby, i wonder if you'd have forgiven yourself for the trouble you had in dealing with gordon i wonder if we would have got back together and been something, i wonder if you'd have ever matured, i wonder if cartel would have been signed i wonder why you left me what you left me and why you didn't leave me anything else i wonder if i will see you when i can no longer see the stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder why i started wondering when i was at the pub&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18464730-113421758707589834?l=enunciation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enunciation.blogspot.com/feeds/113421758707589834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18464730&amp;postID=113421758707589834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18464730/posts/default/113421758707589834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18464730/posts/default/113421758707589834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enunciation.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-remember-splashes.html' title='i remember the splashes'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781135872522046390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img16.imageshack.us/img16/9408/1460611p77600076417zt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18464730.post-113328858210134274</id><published>2005-11-29T10:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T10:23:02.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>someday soon</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I loved someone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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height='24' src='http://img16.imageshack.us/img16/9408/1460611p77600076417zt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18464730.post-113313818537605290</id><published>2005-11-27T16:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T20:47:12.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>for who has found she can grab him</title><content type='html'>He is good-hearted, intelligent, affectionate, down-to-earth and loyal.  Simultaneously strong and sweet, very tuned-in to feelings be it yours and his own.  The kind who without having to be asked, will have a helping hand to lend and a sympathetic shoulder to lean on. Communication is his middle name, easy; through many different mediums.  I can only imagine when paired with your passions and your qualities he'd be the partner who women around you would envy while holding respect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18464730-113313818537605290?l=enunciation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enunciation.blogspot.com/feeds/113313818537605290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18464730&amp;postID=113313818537605290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18464730/posts/default/113313818537605290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18464730/posts/default/113313818537605290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enunciation.blogspot.com/2005/11/for-who-has-found-she-can-grab-him.html' title='for who has found she can grab him'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781135872522046390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img16.imageshack.us/img16/9408/1460611p77600076417zt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18464730.post-113266251452210481</id><published>2005-11-22T04:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T04:28:34.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one who got away</title><content type='html'>intelligent, hard working, accepts what life dishes out, but not before trying to change bad into good, hates fighting and stress, may appear tough, but is actually soft and relenting, always willing to make sacrifices for who matter, has many talents but not always enough time to use them, can complain, great leadership qualities, extremely loyal but quiet and shy at times, lots of charm, appeal, and attraction, pleasant attitude, flirtatious smile, adventurous, sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the vapour trail?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18464730-113266251452210481?l=enunciation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enunciation.blogspot.com/feeds/113266251452210481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18464730&amp;postID=113266251452210481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18464730/posts/default/113266251452210481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18464730/posts/default/113266251452210481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enunciation.blogspot.com/2005/11/one-who-got-away.html' title='the one who got away'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781135872522046390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img16.imageshack.us/img16/9408/1460611p77600076417zt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18464730.post-113242775630021229</id><published>2005-11-19T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T10:17:43.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>took my pain and put it in a headlock</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18464730-113242775630021229?l=enunciation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enunciation.blogspot.com/feeds/113242775630021229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18464730&amp;postID=113242775630021229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18464730/posts/default/113242775630021229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18464730/posts/default/113242775630021229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enunciation.blogspot.com/2005/11/took-my-pain-and-put-it-in-headlock.html' title='took my pain and put it in a headlock'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781135872522046390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img16.imageshack.us/img16/9408/1460611p77600076417zt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18464730.post-113207715137445067</id><published>2005-11-14T09:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T23:41:33.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new</title><content type='html'>after the thought of skipping there has been plently to give me the shiny button feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 foot 3 pale blue eyes mousey brown hair refined intelligent generous caring, fingers crossed he can love and he can keep me laughing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18464730-113207715137445067?l=enunciation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enunciation.blogspot.com/feeds/113207715137445067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18464730&amp;postID=113207715137445067' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18464730/posts/default/113207715137445067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18464730/posts/default/113207715137445067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enunciation.blogspot.com/2005/11/new.html' title='new'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781135872522046390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img16.imageshack.us/img16/9408/1460611p77600076417zt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18464730.post-113207736656880855</id><published>2005-11-10T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T09:56:06.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tears</title><content type='html'>salty escape&lt;br /&gt;bitter pour&lt;br /&gt;itchy soft&lt;br /&gt;messy cleansing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18464730-113207736656880855?l=enunciation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enunciation.blogspot.com/feeds/113207736656880855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18464730&amp;postID=113207736656880855' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18464730/posts/default/113207736656880855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18464730/posts/default/113207736656880855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enunciation.blogspot.com/2005/11/tears.html' title='tears'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781135872522046390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img16.imageshack.us/img16/9408/1460611p77600076417zt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18464730.post-113155802642953798</id><published>2005-11-09T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T09:40:26.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>msp</title><content type='html'>be careful and graceful?  while you are tore apart from the inside out?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18464730-113155802642953798?l=enunciation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enunciation.blogspot.com/feeds/113155802642953798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18464730&amp;postID=113155802642953798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18464730/posts/default/113155802642953798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18464730/posts/default/113155802642953798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enunciation.blogspot.com/2005/11/msp.html' title='msp'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781135872522046390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img16.imageshack.us/img16/9408/1460611p77600076417zt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18464730.post-113153177010024834</id><published>2005-11-08T02:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T09:40:51.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>roaring roar</title><content type='html'>sometimes i hate myself for having been afraid of that roaring roar, sometimes i hate myself for fearing roaring roars when i'm alone at night, sometimes i hate myself for leaning so hard against someone i shouldn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have i been sinful? because its all been for nothing, except i am without the barrage of roaring roars&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18464730-113153177010024834?l=enunciation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enunciation.blogspot.com/feeds/113153177010024834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18464730&amp;postID=113153177010024834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18464730/posts/default/113153177010024834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18464730/posts/default/113153177010024834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enunciation.blogspot.com/2005/11/roaring-roar.html' title='roaring roar'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781135872522046390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img16.imageshack.us/img16/9408/1460611p77600076417zt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18464730.post-113138504840346848</id><published>2005-11-07T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T09:39:24.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>square one</title><content type='html'>to quote a good friend after so long i've been landing on the ladders, i knew i was due a snake to quote the song the future is for discovering the space we travel in, from the top of the first page to the end of the last day i don't believe in square one, experience forbids it and even the longest snake only takes you to square three ;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18464730-113138504840346848?l=enunciation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enunciation.blogspot.com/feeds/113138504840346848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18464730&amp;postID=113138504840346848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18464730/posts/default/113138504840346848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18464730/posts/default/113138504840346848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enunciation.blogspot.com/2005/11/square-one.html' title='square one'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781135872522046390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img16.imageshack.us/img16/9408/1460611p77600076417zt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18464730.post-113128891582990036</id><published>2005-11-06T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T06:55:15.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>compared to you</title><content type='html'>compared to what you say his words just fall through the day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18464730-113128891582990036?l=enunciation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enunciation.blogspot.com/feeds/113128891582990036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18464730&amp;postID=113128891582990036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18464730/posts/default/113128891582990036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18464730/posts/default/113128891582990036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enunciation.blogspot.com/2005/11/compared-to-you.html' title='compared to you'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781135872522046390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img16.imageshack.us/img16/9408/1460611p77600076417zt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18464730.post-113072810413577611</id><published>2005-11-03T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T10:09:50.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>are you falling love somewhere every second of the day - no!</title><content type='html'>"Love is often on my mind" my want to find Mr. right, the mate the one who has the strength the care the want and the love for me I have for them plus the skill to patch the cracks on my heart has resurfaced of late. there are things I want I cannot have, but a man who has the ability remains hard to be seen and the ability isn't excessive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18464730-113072810413577611?l=enunciation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enunciation.blogspot.com/feeds/113072810413577611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18464730&amp;postID=113072810413577611' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18464730/posts/default/113072810413577611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18464730/posts/default/113072810413577611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enunciation.blogspot.com/2005/11/are-you-falling-love-somewhere-every.html' title='are you falling love somewhere every second of the day - no!'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781135872522046390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img16.imageshack.us/img16/9408/1460611p77600076417zt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18464730.post-113097487620432500</id><published>2005-11-02T15:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T15:58:07.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fell in fall out</title><content type='html'>The man that I fell in love with so many years ago is still the same man in my heart I know now. The worst of it is we help one another through all the critical moments but we have long since lost our chance. I have fallen out of love with him and yet I feel very much in love with the same man I met 8 years ago.  So much unspoken, feelings my heart refuses to forget. I protect myself from the possible hurt by hurting. Unsure which blow I can take. The shattered fragment of hope and the face I cannot forget haunts my nights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18464730-113097487620432500?l=enunciation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enunciation.blogspot.com/feeds/113097487620432500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18464730&amp;postID=113097487620432500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18464730/posts/default/113097487620432500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18464730/posts/default/113097487620432500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enunciation.blogspot.com/2005/11/fell-in-fall-out.html' title='fell in fall out'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781135872522046390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img16.imageshack.us/img16/9408/1460611p77600076417zt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18464730.post-113105588230309977</id><published>2005-11-01T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T14:11:22.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>flaming lips - ego tripping</title><content type='html'>I was wanting you to love me, but your love it never came, all the other love around me, was just wasting all awayI must have been tripping&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18464730-113105588230309977?l=enunciation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enunciation.blogspot.com/feeds/113105588230309977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18464730&amp;postID=113105588230309977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18464730/posts/default/113105588230309977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18464730/posts/default/113105588230309977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enunciation.blogspot.com/2005/11/flaming-lips-ego-tripping.html' title='flaming lips - ego tripping'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781135872522046390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img16.imageshack.us/img16/9408/1460611p77600076417zt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18464730.post-113070117542271440</id><published>2005-10-30T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T11:39:35.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>deep end</title><content type='html'>I have decided to take the plunge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18464730-113070117542271440?l=enunciation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enunciation.blogspot.com/feeds/113070117542271440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18464730&amp;postID=113070117542271440' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18464730/posts/default/113070117542271440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18464730/posts/default/113070117542271440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enunciation.blogspot.com/2005/10/deep-end.html' title='deep end'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781135872522046390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img16.imageshack.us/img16/9408/1460611p77600076417zt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
