<?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-5388913356931326137</id><updated>2011-10-06T17:45:00.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>whoa whoa whoa fuck</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steeleonentertainment.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388913356931326137/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steeleonentertainment.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>J. Charles Brister</name><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>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388913356931326137.post-2262635096260783547</id><published>2011-10-05T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T06:46:10.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes i try to figure out&lt;br /&gt;what i'm actually doing in life&lt;br /&gt;like i'm just kinda flailing helplessly&lt;br /&gt;against a tide&lt;br /&gt;of my own ennui&lt;br /&gt;of my own middle class dissatisfaction&lt;br /&gt;a lingering thought in my head&lt;br /&gt;that i'm just another destined fuckup&lt;br /&gt;with no prospects in life&lt;br /&gt;that i'm just a useless waste of space&lt;br /&gt;ready to be shuffled off&lt;br /&gt;ready to just die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i try not to think about those things&lt;br /&gt;because i know life is about more than that&lt;br /&gt;or at least i believe that&lt;br /&gt;(concrete knowledge of such things&lt;br /&gt;is so slippery and difficult to perceive)&lt;br /&gt;(i personally think life&lt;br /&gt;is meaningless&lt;br /&gt;and that we just have to make our own&lt;br /&gt;meaning)&lt;br /&gt;so i go about my day trying to do things&lt;br /&gt;things that make life worth living&lt;br /&gt;taking up hobbies&lt;br /&gt;taking up activities&lt;br /&gt;anything to keep my mind off&lt;br /&gt;the simple fact&lt;br /&gt;that i will&lt;br /&gt;die&lt;br /&gt;someday, hopefully in the far future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5388913356931326137-2262635096260783547?l=steeleonentertainment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steeleonentertainment.blogspot.com/feeds/2262635096260783547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://steeleonentertainment.blogspot.com/2011/10/sometimes-i-try-to-figure-out-what-im.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388913356931326137/posts/default/2262635096260783547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388913356931326137/posts/default/2262635096260783547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steeleonentertainment.blogspot.com/2011/10/sometimes-i-try-to-figure-out-what-im.html' title=''/><author><name>J. Charles Brister</name><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-5388913356931326137.post-3643176918200022194</id><published>2011-10-03T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T16:26:49.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when you feel like&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing more for you to think about&lt;br /&gt;when you feel like&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing more&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing more&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing more&lt;br /&gt;for you to really care about&lt;br /&gt;and the eyes of the world&lt;br /&gt;shift their gaze away from you&lt;br /&gt;and you feel free for once in your&lt;br /&gt;adult life when people&lt;br /&gt;would constantly judge you&lt;br /&gt;and they would stare&lt;br /&gt;and they would point and laugh&lt;br /&gt;laugh at your misery&lt;br /&gt;(at least you thought it was misery)&lt;br /&gt;and you would change how you acted&lt;br /&gt;because in this world&lt;br /&gt;you are in public even when you don't&lt;br /&gt;mean to be&lt;br /&gt;and you are always being watched&lt;br /&gt;even if you aren't doing anything&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5388913356931326137-3643176918200022194?l=steeleonentertainment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steeleonentertainment.blogspot.com/feeds/3643176918200022194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://steeleonentertainment.blogspot.com/2011/10/when-you-feel-like-theres-nothing-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388913356931326137/posts/default/3643176918200022194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388913356931326137/posts/default/3643176918200022194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steeleonentertainment.blogspot.com/2011/10/when-you-feel-like-theres-nothing-more.html' title=''/><author><name>J. Charles Brister</name><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-5388913356931326137.post-2959544085759932222</id><published>2011-10-03T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T11:11:05.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a poem</title><content type='html'>every single day&lt;br /&gt;there's a small&lt;br /&gt;tap tap tap tap tap tap&lt;br /&gt;of metal on glass&lt;br /&gt;and i keep trying to remember&lt;br /&gt;why i care about this sound&lt;br /&gt;this&lt;br /&gt;tap tap tap tap tap tap&lt;br /&gt;of metal on glass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get up and try to put it out&lt;br /&gt;but the sound just finds me again&lt;br /&gt;and i sit on the couch&lt;br /&gt;as i check all the useless things&lt;br /&gt;that make up our lives&lt;br /&gt;and replace any meaningful interaction&lt;br /&gt;(but i really don't care about this&lt;br /&gt;abstraction of actual human beings&lt;br /&gt;into voiceless words on a page&lt;br /&gt;is more comforting than the reality&lt;br /&gt;that they are real people with&lt;br /&gt;hopes&lt;br /&gt;faith&lt;br /&gt;lives&lt;br /&gt;loves)&lt;br /&gt;and i try to forget about the sound&lt;br /&gt;because it dogs me endlessly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kiss my wife goodbye as she goes to work&lt;br /&gt;and i see her drive off&lt;br /&gt;make the sign that says "i love you"&lt;br /&gt;and i make it back&lt;br /&gt;i hope and (though i won't admit it) pray&lt;br /&gt;that she gets to work alright&lt;br /&gt;and i don't get a phone call or&lt;br /&gt;two cops at my door&lt;br /&gt;telling me they are sorry&lt;br /&gt;that the one person&lt;br /&gt;the one person i gave all my love to&lt;br /&gt;the first person i see in the morning&lt;br /&gt;the last person i see at night&lt;br /&gt;is gone&lt;br /&gt;and i am left alone&lt;br /&gt;in a cold world without a wife&lt;br /&gt;without a love that gives me strength&lt;br /&gt;and hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i am rambling no?&lt;br /&gt;i seem to have moved beyond the&lt;br /&gt;tap tap tap tap tap tap&lt;br /&gt;of metal on glass&lt;br /&gt;that plagues me so&lt;br /&gt;but i suppose that it doesn't really matter&lt;br /&gt;in my world where i don't care&lt;br /&gt;about sounds when the rest of the noise&lt;br /&gt;that makes up life&lt;br /&gt;begins to drown out that incessant&lt;br /&gt;tap tap tap tap tap tap&lt;br /&gt;of metal on glass)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5388913356931326137-2959544085759932222?l=steeleonentertainment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steeleonentertainment.blogspot.com/feeds/2959544085759932222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://steeleonentertainment.blogspot.com/2011/10/poem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388913356931326137/posts/default/2959544085759932222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388913356931326137/posts/default/2959544085759932222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steeleonentertainment.blogspot.com/2011/10/poem.html' title='a poem'/><author><name>J. Charles Brister</name><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-5388913356931326137.post-8623192847828362100</id><published>2011-10-03T08:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T08:07:54.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RE:Finally heard "California Gurls" at a weeding a couple weeks ago</title><content type='html'>did you hear this is a test not a test but a test in name only&lt;br /&gt;why did you not listen to me when you said&lt;br /&gt;that you wanted to eat chocolate and sticky buns&lt;br /&gt;you only wanted&lt;br /&gt;to eat them&lt;br /&gt;while i watched&lt;br /&gt;while i stared at you&lt;br /&gt;covered in food and writhing in pleasure&lt;br /&gt;you are smooth all over&lt;br /&gt;the food does not stick to any hairs&lt;br /&gt;because you have none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why must you torment me&lt;br /&gt;covered in precious sweets&lt;br /&gt;only leaving me an empty teacup&lt;br /&gt;with a packet of old earl grey tea from two years ago&lt;br /&gt;birds stop on the windowsill and laugh at me&lt;br /&gt;because i am not covered in honey and&lt;br /&gt;gooey gooey chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is torture&lt;br /&gt;i see you simply licking it off&lt;br /&gt;like you were the tastiest cat in the world&lt;br /&gt;and i cry&lt;br /&gt;because i know you can only love the food&lt;br /&gt;but you cannot love&lt;br /&gt;me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5388913356931326137-8623192847828362100?l=steeleonentertainment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steeleonentertainment.blogspot.com/feeds/8623192847828362100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://steeleonentertainment.blogspot.com/2011/10/refinally-heard-california-gurls-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388913356931326137/posts/default/8623192847828362100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388913356931326137/posts/default/8623192847828362100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steeleonentertainment.blogspot.com/2011/10/refinally-heard-california-gurls-at.html' title='RE:Finally heard &quot;California Gurls&quot; at a weeding a couple weeks ago'/><author><name>J. Charles Brister</name><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-5388913356931326137.post-3914402409642501675</id><published>2011-09-29T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T14:07:11.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>somehow you just get it and then you see huge asses just fall into your lap and you just want to eat that butt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5388913356931326137-3914402409642501675?l=steeleonentertainment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steeleonentertainment.blogspot.com/feeds/3914402409642501675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://steeleonentertainment.blogspot.com/2011/09/somehow-you-just-get-it-and-then-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388913356931326137/posts/default/3914402409642501675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388913356931326137/posts/default/3914402409642501675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steeleonentertainment.blogspot.com/2011/09/somehow-you-just-get-it-and-then-you.html' title=''/><author><name>J. Charles Brister</name><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-5388913356931326137.post-3030841693704231947</id><published>2011-09-29T14:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T14:01:27.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a fuck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5388913356931326137-3030841693704231947?l=steeleonentertainment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steeleonentertainment.blogspot.com/feeds/3030841693704231947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://steeleonentertainment.blogspot.com/2011/09/fuck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388913356931326137/posts/default/3030841693704231947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388913356931326137/posts/default/3030841693704231947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steeleonentertainment.blogspot.com/2011/09/fuck.html' title=''/><author><name>J. Charles Brister</name><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>
