<?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-3708351216749668762</id><updated>2011-07-30T23:20:21.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Buddha Stole my Flip Flops</title><subtitle type='html'>Buddha Stole my Flip Flops is a rough, uneditted compilation of random babbles from random excursions, experiences, moments of clarity, drunken stupors and everything in between.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrotasticspastic.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3708351216749668762/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrotasticspastic.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>zach_tinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10275267359673743047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3708351216749668762.post-8493754617609042429</id><published>2010-01-19T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T20:13:38.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'>to be continued</title><content type='html'>...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3708351216749668762-8493754617609042429?l=skrotasticspastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrotasticspastic.blogspot.com/feeds/8493754617609042429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skrotasticspastic.blogspot.com/2010/01/to-be-continued.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3708351216749668762/posts/default/8493754617609042429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3708351216749668762/posts/default/8493754617609042429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrotasticspastic.blogspot.com/2010/01/to-be-continued.html' title='to be continued'/><author><name>zach_tinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10275267359673743047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3708351216749668762.post-268618860348730418</id><published>2010-01-19T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T20:12:27.019-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let loose your inhibitions</title><content type='html'>What a random week, from mama's couch &lt;div&gt;to covered Boston Whalers on the Balboa Peninsula&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To Penthouses at The Palms and unhostile hostel takeovers &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from late arrivals and no place to call home, content.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shook the hand of my childhood idol and learned in Vegas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that he's been having a problem with painkillers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arn says that Craig Kelly had this peace about him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and Jamie has it too so the conclusion strewn is that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When You spend enough time in the trees you reach a certain nirvana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to ride, I need to shred for my mind's sake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bag the park and bag the image, feed the soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let loose the inhibitions and viral attachments you hold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My buddy Ben says that if you surround yourself with Bums&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You Become one.  And I say surround yourself with everyone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IE good people and see the good qualities in them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8 habits of the heart you will be read and homeless kids in my neighborhood you will be fed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I know your education has got you racin from one step to the next&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you get a degree then a job to pay back the debt &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but free your mind my friend free your soul.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let loose the inhibitions and viral attachments you hold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Constantly weighing ourselves down with the drudgeries of Self image bullshit &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and insecure ambitions. No longer shall we reach for the stars &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they are simply too far. They're not there for us to reach out and touch &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but rather a means for us to aspire, join forces and build each other up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See if you were to reach out your arm as far as it will go &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until it feels as though the bones will somehow explode&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;through those little swivels that you call your own &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you'll have blood on your hands and a loose hold at your feet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You will fall.  Unless your clever enough to have somebody step in beneath&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and so on and so forth until you've reached the heavens and celestial spheres&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the backs of others, only to find yourself alone at the top &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;looking down on all those you've stopped&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Realizing what you've done, is preposterous like leaving leftovers to rot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so friends I implore you, take a look at the company you keep &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;are you strengthening ties through cross communal techniques &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or are you merely reaching for the sky with good people beneath?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is not my vision for truth &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;c'est personne et tout le monde &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You cannot own truth &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so in jest everything you own, is false.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even the notion of you, see there is no you and there is no us &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we are but one; one heart, one pulse, and one love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet apart by mental seperation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is all in your mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of which, I need to ride&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to shred for my mind's sake &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bag the park and bag the image feed your soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let loose the inhibitions and viral attachments that you hold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3708351216749668762-268618860348730418?l=skrotasticspastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrotasticspastic.blogspot.com/feeds/268618860348730418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skrotasticspastic.blogspot.com/2010/01/let-loose-your-inhibitions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3708351216749668762/posts/default/268618860348730418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3708351216749668762/posts/default/268618860348730418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrotasticspastic.blogspot.com/2010/01/let-loose-your-inhibitions.html' title='Let loose your inhibitions'/><author><name>zach_tinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10275267359673743047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3708351216749668762.post-7062037794983303312</id><published>2010-01-19T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T19:58:22.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick of holding my breath</title><content type='html'>I get called up about a million times a day&lt;div&gt;Its from people I dont know who dont know what to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A scripted shifted thoughtless process&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I am not interested in your free tickets to the tropics&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How'd you get my number anyway?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I swear more people call me than I even care to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clearly not a million I'm exaggerating a bit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but what the * you stupid * take me off that putrid list&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am sick of holding my breath&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom's two states away dreaming of morning sunrises&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and walks on the beach while I sit at home alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not interested in social excursions with thoughtless speech &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this one here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is for the rocking peeps&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;caught in the streets with nowhere to go &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and nowhere to sleep at least in peace &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause Im right there with you homie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shit you not rumble and tumble I live to rot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and rot I will until the day that my shit is packed &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I fly away, cause I'm sick of holding my breath&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I've devised a plan to get us out of this mess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to realize our true potential and put it to the test &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I confess, I'm a lost child with seemingly insignificant significance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and what lies in these lines is my deliverance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From evil. From people who stand beneath church steeples &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;preaching guilt ridden values to all those unequal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From people with white collars and BIG dollars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;telling me that "money is what makes the world spin."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sir I must differ what makes my world spin comes in a bottle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and its labelled liquor and when that bottle tips a final degree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from a 179 to a mere one eighty and that last drop hits my lips&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My God am I in bliss and you better believe that I'm living my dreams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So save me your idealistic ideologies of philosophy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause its gotten me ill, ill enough to kill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like the US Government after Kennedy's "United States Note"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Engraved on a debt free 2 dollar bill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sir I've have my fill and the game is done &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I aint here to judge so I cant say who's won&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I can say that since early, my journey, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well its just begun.. simply because I am sick of holding my breath.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/3708351216749668762-7062037794983303312?l=skrotasticspastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrotasticspastic.blogspot.com/feeds/7062037794983303312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skrotasticspastic.blogspot.com/2010/01/sick-of-holding-my-breath.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3708351216749668762/posts/default/7062037794983303312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3708351216749668762/posts/default/7062037794983303312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrotasticspastic.blogspot.com/2010/01/sick-of-holding-my-breath.html' title='Sick of holding my breath'/><author><name>zach_tinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10275267359673743047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3708351216749668762.post-8345117413825317609</id><published>2010-01-19T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T19:45:01.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE LIFE</title><content type='html'>Woke up quick about a quarter to 6&lt;div&gt;I got to work and I feel like shit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now its the same shit just a different day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where I work my ass off and I barely get paid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See I've been lying to myself &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saying: "its a step" in the direction that I'm tryin to get&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause I spend it all on gas and booze &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and head on home straight to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is this the life that I'm to live?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Find a wife and have some kids?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;get a good job that I can't quit?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause I don't see me living this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never stop exploring without a doubt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;every chance I get I must get out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rest my head beneath the stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;long as my body is above the clouds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now where we go says who we are &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so Ima ditch the phone and Ima pass some cars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause finding paradise aint all that hard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and Mexico aint all that far&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So is this the life that I'm to live?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Find a wife and have some kids?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get a good job that I can't quit?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause I dont see me living this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/3708351216749668762-8345117413825317609?l=skrotasticspastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrotasticspastic.blogspot.com/feeds/8345117413825317609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skrotasticspastic.blogspot.com/2010/01/life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3708351216749668762/posts/default/8345117413825317609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3708351216749668762/posts/default/8345117413825317609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrotasticspastic.blogspot.com/2010/01/life.html' title='THE LIFE'/><author><name>zach_tinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10275267359673743047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3708351216749668762.post-8304265310299621161</id><published>2010-01-19T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T19:33:29.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O SON OF MAN!</title><content type='html'>Write all that We have revealed unto thee with the ink of light upon the tablet of thy spirit.  Should this not be in thy power, then make thine ink of the essence of thy heart.  If this thou canst not do, then write with that crimson ink that hath been shed in My path.  Sweeter indeed is this to Me than all else, that its light may endure for ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3708351216749668762-8304265310299621161?l=skrotasticspastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrotasticspastic.blogspot.com/feeds/8304265310299621161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skrotasticspastic.blogspot.com/2010/01/o-son-of-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3708351216749668762/posts/default/8304265310299621161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3708351216749668762/posts/default/8304265310299621161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrotasticspastic.blogspot.com/2010/01/o-son-of-man.html' title='O SON OF MAN!'/><author><name>zach_tinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10275267359673743047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3708351216749668762.post-5972227186181144628</id><published>2010-01-19T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T19:30:56.505-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O Son of Being!</title><content type='html'>Thy heart is My home; sanctify it for My descent.  Thy spirit is My place of revelation; cleanse it for My manifestation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3708351216749668762-5972227186181144628?l=skrotasticspastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrotasticspastic.blogspot.com/feeds/5972227186181144628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skrotasticspastic.blogspot.com/2010/01/o-son-of-being.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3708351216749668762/posts/default/5972227186181144628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3708351216749668762/posts/default/5972227186181144628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrotasticspastic.blogspot.com/2010/01/o-son-of-being.html' title='O Son of Being!'/><author><name>zach_tinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10275267359673743047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3708351216749668762.post-410957414889404829</id><published>2010-01-19T19:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T19:26:14.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She Thinks I'm Crazy</title><content type='html'>She thinks I'm crazy and I'm not so sure &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; a bad thing&lt;div&gt;cause she said I'm amazing too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now we rushed in quick with a touch and a kiss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I'm not so sure I'm in love with this chick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and yeah, usually that wouldn't really mean a whole hell of a lot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause I find her beautiful and she, me hot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I've been there before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and with whom I've done that dance we glance no more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not even a simple hello or a non &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;chalant&lt;/span&gt; hey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to a woman with whom I shared my bed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and allowed to caress my face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and that bothers me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;more than any little quark or silly pet peeve&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or lame ass show blasting way too loud on the god damn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;more than a sunburn acquired on the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; day &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of a week long island getaway &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More than conversations starting with &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ending with or containing anywhere therein &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the phrase: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"like oh my god"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More than false hopes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and fake smiles combined&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;more than suppressed fights &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that overwhelm and eventually test pride&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;more than somebody leaving the last little bit of milk in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;refrigerator&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;making you think that you have just enough for that delicious bowl of cereal &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but when you go to pour it out it barely splashes the top layer &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;leaving you looking at the carton like what in the ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;more than sketchy wifi connections &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that only work when you put the computer riiiiiiiiiiiight here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and when you go to send that beautifully crafted reply&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to that woman that had your eye, you realize; you've lost your connection&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Literally&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and that's what bothers me most &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is that two people could become so close &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and with a flip of a switch and a brisk removal of clothes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a connection is lost and a friendship morose &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so yeah, she thinks I'm crazy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I'm not so sure that's a bad thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause she said I'm amazing too &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the feelings mutual but the connections fading &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause we rushed in with fugitive hearts &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;still in need of aiding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and criminal hips&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;apparently in need of abetting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now I still think you're wonderful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I doubt that'll ever change&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I can see its in our best interest &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to not let our bodies behave the way that the crave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause it would definitely be a shame&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I had to live to see the day where you hesitate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on a simple hello&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or even a non chalant, hey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/3708351216749668762-410957414889404829?l=skrotasticspastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrotasticspastic.blogspot.com/feeds/410957414889404829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skrotasticspastic.blogspot.com/2010/01/she-thinks-im-crazy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3708351216749668762/posts/default/410957414889404829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3708351216749668762/posts/default/410957414889404829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrotasticspastic.blogspot.com/2010/01/she-thinks-im-crazy.html' title='She Thinks I&apos;m Crazy'/><author><name>zach_tinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10275267359673743047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3708351216749668762.post-4131642929837516508</id><published>2010-01-19T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T19:05:59.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 the $</title><content type='html'>I don't do it for the money FUCK A BUCK&lt;div&gt;I don't do it for the money if I did I'd be stuck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't do it for the money that is such a waste of time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't do it for the money yo I do it for my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He said she said you need to get a job&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can't be volunteering while they're peering down the nob&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do whatever it takes just keep the stakes large&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pockets stay fat and bank account charged&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That dollar that you honor aint worth a dime&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its the people that you equal that'll dictate your mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so free your mind mother fucker and your ass will follow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thinking about the dollar is like should I spit or swallow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its your life son its time to take it by the reigns&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fuck the luxuries of capitalism while millions stay enslaved&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;half the world's station a dollar a day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and you try to call me out cause you doubt I get paid?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't do it for the money fuck a buck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't do it for the money if I did I'd be stuck &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't do it for the money that is such a waste of time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't do it for the money yo I do it for my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You wanna leave town yea sure why not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we've got enough for a ticket what we need is what we've got&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no reason to be fiending for this or that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let the story of your life be the paper stackin fat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;see this thing called consumerism is such a fucking joke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe you fail to see the dragon beneath the cloak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here's a little knowledge to tap into your brain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its a simple understanding that separate the rich from the paid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The wage is minimal no matter where you go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you get a high paying job in exchange for your soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or you work out your dreams and let the light inside you show&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yo I think its plain to see the path that I've chose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't do it for the money yo fuck a buck &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't do it for the money if I did I'd be stuck &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't do it for the money that is such a waste of time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't do it for the money yo I do it for my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Endless shifts as an endsless bitch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;livin to work and you're workin to live&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so the cycle persists; status quo and flow of the psychopathic miss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;educated youth and the parents of those kids &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;escape the rat race go rep your hood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the world mother fucker lets get this shit good &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eradicate poverty from every last source&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;social business and community providin the torch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love for people not for power&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause we're all your equal at this hour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fuck cash fuck money fuck doin the dirt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its time to plow roads like worship and work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let your heart guide your actions &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not the cash and relaxin &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we've got too much on our plate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to be bustin ass for the captain like what&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what what kid what we're like what what&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what kid what we're like WHAT WHAT &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT KID WHAT WE'RE LIKE WHAT!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mother fucker I'm gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/3708351216749668762-4131642929837516508?l=skrotasticspastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrotasticspastic.blogspot.com/feeds/4131642929837516508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skrotasticspastic.blogspot.com/2010/01/4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3708351216749668762/posts/default/4131642929837516508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3708351216749668762/posts/default/4131642929837516508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrotasticspastic.blogspot.com/2010/01/4.html' title='4 the $'/><author><name>zach_tinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10275267359673743047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3708351216749668762.post-8036070082973774378</id><published>2010-01-19T18:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T18:55:01.274-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Song for Geo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The feelings evoked act like a fist in the throat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;either you spit to uplift or you battle and choke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I invoke a sense of security in folks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that choose the porogative to constantly coax&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;those feelings of inadequacy that too well we all know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in an attempt to capture your rapture as you're travelling home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yo we got a lot of work to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from stumbling drunks to cracktivity who's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;down for the challenge? a community who's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;number one incentive: keep your best interest in view&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Struggle now thats a 7 letter verb &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to stab up a dragon unravel and unnerve &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;inert forces they've got me battling first&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;step up to the mic and just babble a verse?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd rather sit right here and scrabble some words &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that'll spark a revolution in between where you heard &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the worst of the worst money sex and hurt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;invading your brainwaves and parading the curse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;libera tu mente and you're free from the burst&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of a shotgun blast that hits hymns and hers &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I concur, that this shit is straight fucked up &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so when I see you articulating my hat tips up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said the feelings evoked act like a fist in the throat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;either you spit to uplift or you battle and choke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I invoke a sense of security in folks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that choose the porogative  to constantly coax&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;those feelings of inadequacy that too well we all know &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in an attempt to capture your rapture as you're travelling home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sit down shut up open your ears &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Codependency accompanied by a couple of beers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the tears shed ain't shit compared to the fear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of dying alone so she condones all his spears &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;piercing straight to the heart &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he knows exactly what to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how to break her down and build her up &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;without smacking her face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bruises cuts and knees and elbows. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does he love she? its easy; Hell no. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still she won't leave the heat's inferno, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;constantly rots and bleeds internal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bruises cuts and knees and elbows &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;does he love she? its easy; Hell no. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still she won't leave the heat's inferno&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;constantly rots and bleeds internal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3708351216749668762-8036070082973774378?l=skrotasticspastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrotasticspastic.blogspot.com/feeds/8036070082973774378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skrotasticspastic.blogspot.com/2010/01/song-for-geo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3708351216749668762/posts/default/8036070082973774378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3708351216749668762/posts/default/8036070082973774378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrotasticspastic.blogspot.com/2010/01/song-for-geo.html' title='Song for Geo'/><author><name>zach_tinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10275267359673743047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3708351216749668762.post-4706094197279311758</id><published>2010-01-19T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T19:06:28.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love for the people</title><content type='html'>Its love for the people and its love for the streets&lt;br /&gt;and its love for everybody that we are bound to meet&lt;br /&gt;I said its love for the people and its love for the streets&lt;br /&gt;and its love for everybody, now that means you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeking out your inspiration when its plain to see&lt;br /&gt;that the corners that you're takin aint the same for me&lt;br /&gt;you take em fast and I'll take em slow&lt;br /&gt;and at the end of the day we'll see who's last to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First to come and yes I'm last to leave&lt;br /&gt;let the love manifest itself naturally&lt;br /&gt;Now I know you and you know me&lt;br /&gt;but there's so many people that we have to meet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I care for my peoples and my peoples care for me&lt;br /&gt;and that is all we need in this world of greed&lt;br /&gt;I said I care for my peoples and my peoples care for me&lt;br /&gt;cause at the end of the day it is brothers we shall be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You start off quick you're bound to end the same&lt;br /&gt;so forget the start and finish its how you play the game&lt;br /&gt;see mama told me once there'd be those days&lt;br /&gt;so I thank my higher power and I give him praise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I keep myself grounded but know flights okay&lt;br /&gt;as long as its elation not a frightened escape&lt;br /&gt;from the reality of struggle and all that pain&lt;br /&gt;cause even flowers need a bunch of shit and rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;said I care for my peoples and my peoples care for me&lt;br /&gt;and that is all we need in this world of greed&lt;br /&gt;said I care for my peoples and my peoples care for me&lt;br /&gt;cause at the end of the day, it is brothers we shall be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and along these city streets it is brothers we shall be&lt;br /&gt;and in this country it is brothers we shall be&lt;br /&gt;the whole world wide it is brothers we shall be&lt;br /&gt;until the day we die it is brothers we shall be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause its love for the people and its love for the streets&lt;br /&gt;and its love for everybody that we are bound to meet&lt;br /&gt;I said its love for the people and its love for the streets&lt;br /&gt;and its love for everybody now that means you and me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3708351216749668762-4706094197279311758?l=skrotasticspastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrotasticspastic.blogspot.com/feeds/4706094197279311758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skrotasticspastic.blogspot.com/2010/01/memorized-poemsverses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3708351216749668762/posts/default/4706094197279311758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3708351216749668762/posts/default/4706094197279311758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrotasticspastic.blogspot.com/2010/01/memorized-poemsverses.html' title='Love for the people'/><author><name>zach_tinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10275267359673743047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3708351216749668762.post-5389756197035351087</id><published>2010-01-18T12:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T19:08:51.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Found Writings #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;please note that chronological order has taken the form of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tarantino&lt;/span&gt; Film and all roads lead to now ;)*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Loose leaf white paper, black ink written, April 2009, after I sold my car to fly down to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sosoutreach.org/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;www.sosoutreach.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; HQ in Vail, CO.. stayed with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Arn&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Menconi&lt;/span&gt;, Executive Director and worked in the office doing rough video production the fruits of which can be viewed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LMNrDr2_gdc"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Enjoy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made it to the Denver Greyhound station, the bus was late my bank account is drained, my phone dead but my spirit invigorated because although I'll have no money I'll be in Vail, CO tonight. The snowboarding at the resort would be great and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Arn&lt;/span&gt; says that he's really looking forward to it but you shouldn't have to pay money to enjoy a good dump. I already know he's going to be a little annoyed as would I but whatever, I'm here to be a student of the game. Faith in humanity and a strong work ethic can always stand in the place of monetary means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm nowhere near finishing my book but I will. Colorado Springs will be the next destination I've decided. Maybe Cam will know some people I can crash with? Or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;couchsurfing&lt;/span&gt;.com who knows. Not worried. I'm almost at the beginning. I ended my last trip with a late flight out of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas "No smoking no matter how much you paid for it." This trip begins where I left off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a poet, a pauper, and a prince riding around town on a bus filled of snuffed bliss that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; make sense but damn does it rhyme. I trace steps and travel through time in mind lost but continually on my way I know the next step so in the present I stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its that you figure out where you'd like to be and immediately get off your ass you think too much do too little and always attend class. If that works for you then so be it, call me crazy there's a world n I've got to see it. So what I can't twist my tongue to contort my point effectively articulate my stance and blow this joint. I write, I spit, I cry, I shit Jesus did too and so do you don't lie. We attempt to hide the things that make us human and exemplify the behaviors that find us foolish. If I had spent the time I'd invested into getting that man a beer from the overcrowded bar into stepping outside and talking about why he got barred he probably would have walked away without police &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;escort&lt;/span&gt; and face drenching tears amidst the sobs and cries that he is a Christian. "You see this, this dove means I'm a Christian." 4 years ago after being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;tazed&lt;/span&gt; and having my head smashed into a wall for noncompliance w/an officer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Arn&lt;/span&gt; is able to produce a service (for the betterment of humanity) through generous contributions and donations. Where does the money go? How much does it take to start? The mountains donate lift tickets people donate gear it seems as thought the networking (like anything) is the most important. Getting people who share similar values on your team willing to sacrifice their profit in $ for profit in humanity. If &lt;a href="http://www.homespunoasis.com/2009/05/whole-town-of-soap-review-and-giveaway.html"&gt;The Whole Town of Soap &lt;/a&gt; ~ &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_NeVQNQaFQk"&gt;VIDEO&lt;/a&gt; ~ supplies even the Monroe State Prison with soap (right down the street, making &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;shipping&lt;/span&gt; obsolete) we could &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;potentially&lt;/span&gt; compete and grow to be the "King of Soap" providing Hope through Soap. The revenue generated from taxpayer money is then placed back into the community to battle the social ills at hand that contribute to the general population of incarcerated individuals. IE Jail Alternative programs that promote healing and betterment of the individual rather than detainment and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;propogating&lt;/span&gt; of the "revolving door system." So the fuck what if it doesn't work, at least we tried.  Satisfy the need, utilize the profit. It doesn't need to be fancy to be effective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Landing in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Denver&lt;/span&gt; I have to pee. The Denver airport runway is covered in snow :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Kwan&lt;/span&gt; Yew assumed power in 1965 when Singapore was on the verge of a civil war and the economy was in typical &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;post colonial&lt;/span&gt; shambles... "Lee represents the classic corporate turnaround chief executive, the take charge guy who knows what needs to be done and has the intestinal fortitude to see that his vision is carried out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She "freaked out" last night. And insisted on falling asleep alone luckily we woke together. We had sex, dammit, now tings are fucked because we fucked. For no reason too. She was going along with me and I her, sacrificing our bodies, values and self respect to avoid &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;embarrassment&lt;/span&gt;? I don't know but its a little screwy that we did that last night and I peace out today. I think it cracked her heart even through the impenetrable walls she's erected around it. They think Adam is gay, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;conversation&lt;/span&gt; made it sound like only fags don't have sex with women they find attractive. Kind of felt pressured to fit the mold, again where the fuck is my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;discipline&lt;/span&gt;? My integrity? My Compassion? My Courage? My Wisdom? All of which are violently thrown out the window when a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;twerk&lt;/span&gt; of hips occurs during an innocent cuddling and watch a movie night. Now she's alone. When she first met me, she thought I was full of myself. What the fuck?! I told her that I really don't think that much of myself as I pushed a shopping cart back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;safeway&lt;/span&gt; from the surrounding neighborhood. "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oJz9_ROBGjQ"&gt;Some say when it rains it pours &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;hollywood&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;aint&lt;/span&gt; no place for lovers anymore and it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;aint&lt;/span&gt; no place for us&lt;/a&gt;." Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her middle name is Korean for "pure-forest" and her mom says it suits her well. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Turbulence&lt;/span&gt;, true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=edIcg0SlheY"&gt;light it up light it up like its 1985 &amp;amp; we high as fuck&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt; just noticed that there's page numbers at the tops of these and so far I've typed page 1 then page 8, 7, 5, and now 4 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; told you*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acting like I wasn't doing anything or hiding &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;crouched&lt;/span&gt; (but still cruising) behind the line of cars as police drove up the East-Bound lanes, and a conversation with a young State-Trooper (26 max) at the end of the road closure who felt it necessary to tell me what I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;doing but&lt;/span&gt; couldn't tell me what law I was breaking. He said he was trying to look it up as I came barrelling straight for his stater-car at a whopping 7mph ha. Nice guy though we spoke for about a half an hour about this and that, I think his name was Bryan, and he gave me a "Junior Trooper" sticker upon my request. Ryan finally rolled up, I got in his car and we were off again. He was asking questions about the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Baha'i&lt;/span&gt; Faith and Tesla. Both things I should know more about. We're in the midst of take-off and I have almost an entire book to read before hooking up with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Arn&lt;/span&gt; in Vail. Goodbye and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Blue skies&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the commonalities of successful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Rushmorean&lt;/span&gt; leaders and their organizations is that the changes become ongoing "Because the environment doesn't stand still and the needs of stakeholders aren't static. The idea is to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;institutionalize&lt;/span&gt; a process of continuous change."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... me here in seat 29F with loosely-laced snowboarding boots, a simple suggestion from someone I trust and respect, I said hell yea. Geared up and started down the left left two lanes of highway 2. The grade wasn't steep enough to do anything but bomb it, slowly, but the people waiting in their cars seemed to love it. With my hands behind my back back (stylized by old European men) and helmet down I "flew" by a constant stream of frustrated drivers attempting to make the best of their delay with songs, silence, laughs, conversations, and of course parked cars amidst snowball wars. Some people cheered, some wooed, one said I was an idiot lots of "see you in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Seattles&lt;/span&gt;" from my lips as if I could continue on forever. I gave up my seat so I'm sitting in the middle one 29F is the window but its much more entertaining this way &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;cause&lt;/span&gt; now in order to watch the the wing flop around and bring us to the skies I get to see a grandpa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;vigorously&lt;/span&gt; picking his nose. And of course the moment I write it he stops. That final ride from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Steven's&lt;/span&gt; consisted of following tire tracks, dodging bare patches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*doodles and scratch writing*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; =&lt;br /&gt;Zulu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;doesnt&lt;/span&gt; get what all the hype is about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You learn to cope with getting laid off, time is so much more than money. I know its not a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;consistent&lt;/span&gt; stream but it is a little ironic that the week I get laid off sell my car is the week I snowboard in Vail and will have more money in my bank account than I ever have before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you come off full of yourself its viewed as a bad thing. Love is not a conceited obsession but a valued respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Page 3*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its puking snow in Colorado. I'm wearing my snowboarding boots on the plane to avoid the $25 fee to check a second bag. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;might&lt;/span&gt; not make it to Vail because of the snowstorm, but I don't have the money to buy a lift ticket anyways and would rather not have that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;moment&lt;/span&gt;. I'm praying that I can find some snow to ride and possibly hitch out to Vail on Monday or something when the funds are put back into my account. I can hang by myself for a day especially f I'm "stuck" in snow. I like having all my gear on hand. With my board shorts and books, I'm ready for anything, anywhere. The last time I hit a delay from snow was coming back from Stevens with Ryan for a celebratory goodbye ride before he left for Panama. The DOT was doing avalanche control and had just closed east-bound hwy 2. Westbound was a dead stop. We had gotten to ride the deep pow on the backside all day for free by asking the big chief guy if he'd let us on for one lift. Then hitting &lt;&gt;&lt;&gt; Chair and up and over to the pristine acreage of Southern Cross. I'd never ridden that hard or that long but 4pm rolled around and the backside was closed so it was time to go home. Sitting in the stopped car of cars Ryan said something about riding down the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;other side&lt;/span&gt; of the road. Just like what brought...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Page 2* Doodle and random scribes =&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were you and you were me would you see me as I do you or would I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;cease&lt;/span&gt; to be? If clouds are grey and none are blue than the ocean is another sky and whales clouds? True?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll take one order of chaos please, with room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the water was so clear you could see the hypothermia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if the sun sets in the west and rises in the east where does it start and where does it sleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*page 1* ... I know right!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Blood is thicker than water"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; because you have a well"&lt;br /&gt;the well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;pours&lt;/span&gt; out of the tap and still I'm not M&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;elvin&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You have decide what niche you want. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;These&lt;/span&gt; are strictly for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;tourists&lt;/span&gt; and they satisfy the "gift" demand if you want to be in the upper echelon, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;triple&lt;/span&gt; distilled, quality product. The bars are aged 3-5 months and flake not dissolve. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;Marseilles&lt;/span&gt; is the region in France. Its a law in the town of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;Marseilles&lt;/span&gt; that a bar of soap must have no additives. Lye, Water, and Oil. There are wars being fought in Indonesia for palm oil because it is a commodity. &lt;a href="http://takeustoyourleader.com/media/plugins/products/images/rollover/000000936.jpg"&gt;Spacecraft&lt;/a&gt; is doing things in Indonesia Bali was Carl's first trip. I think I'll roll. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; a writer not a fighter. Maryanne has had my Utah shirt for way too long and is down to go to Bali, even has a place to crash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If God is my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;Shepherd&lt;/span&gt; and I shall not want then His will is my desire and what you give is what you get.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3708351216749668762-5389756197035351087?l=skrotasticspastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrotasticspastic.blogspot.com/feeds/5389756197035351087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skrotasticspastic.blogspot.com/2010/01/buddha-stole-my-flip-flops-chapter-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3708351216749668762/posts/default/5389756197035351087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3708351216749668762/posts/default/5389756197035351087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrotasticspastic.blogspot.com/2010/01/buddha-stole-my-flip-flops-chapter-1.html' title='Found Writings #1'/><author><name>zach_tinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10275267359673743047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
