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Being away from home. Everyone away from home. We have all migrated from...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;feels strange. all of it.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Being away from home. Everyone away from home. We have all migrated from each other, since&amp;#8230;we were born. Most of all, my youngest brother,  by himself. What am I to do? I have till October, which is.. this is february, so&amp;#8230;8 months left for me. Right now, I am not all that worried (obviously). I would (so much) want to go away from here. I need a change. I&amp;#8217;ve needed a change so bad. &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://sesshomeru.tumblr.com/post/17069876655</link><guid>http://sesshomeru.tumblr.com/post/17069876655</guid><pubDate>Sat, 04 Feb 2012 22:20:36 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>intro</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Hey there. I&amp;#8217;m Sara from our Social Justice Class. My interest is Insurgency Movements, Guerilla movements, and right now I&amp;#8217;m looking at the Chiapas Uprising. &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://sesshomeru.tumblr.com/post/2846933074</link><guid>http://sesshomeru.tumblr.com/post/2846933074</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Jan 2011 16:57:49 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>i need</title><description>&lt;p&gt;a shower, haircut, coffee, milk, food would be nice.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://sesshomeru.tumblr.com/post/2186972664</link><guid>http://sesshomeru.tumblr.com/post/2186972664</guid><pubDate>Sun, 12 Dec 2010 11:19:27 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>don't</title><description>&lt;p&gt;don&amp;#8217;t tell her how shes invading your mind.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;you&amp;#8217;re just high.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;fight the urge.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://sesshomeru.tumblr.com/post/2151423992</link><guid>http://sesshomeru.tumblr.com/post/2151423992</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 Dec 2010 00:17:33 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Ever</title><description>&lt;p&gt;felt the absence of standard, expected control?&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I could just as easily get stuck by the abcess side of fallen trees, barks, seasonal leaves, and regurgitation. I am simply drifting, looking upwards, slowly bending angles to the sky with the dipping waves, my ears half in, half out. Its not cold, and even the wetness is a temporary discomfort. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The senses fizzle and die out for the concentration is defaulted to the dipping movement, the live sky and the fulfillment of life outside me. I must have taken leave. Its okay, there&amp;#8217;s no expectation here, only a straightless channel to float by. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So I look out to time that pass by increments blind. A floater in the sky, birds peruse my visceral sight. No pokes, nor peeking acquisition of drafting, reorientations and subjugations.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Nope, just the sky and the gradients of colors timely changing, keeping stance. sweetness of dying. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;i keep hitting new lows. indecent survivals. &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://sesshomeru.tumblr.com/post/2069414826</link><guid>http://sesshomeru.tumblr.com/post/2069414826</guid><pubDate>Thu, 02 Dec 2010 03:56:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>its weird how quickly people evolve. Flickr-talent.
programs, apps, businesses.  dedication


I...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;its weird how quickly people evolve. Flickr-talent.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;programs, apps, businesses.  dedication&lt;/p&gt;


&lt;p&gt;I reside with restlessness, a bomb over my head, bad taste.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;No more phone as of today, the 28th. No junk food either. I need to pay my roommates. I still need to get thinner. These and more will all happen soon, I&amp;#8217;m an optimistic kid. I just may not have looked it before. This girl beside me is really Victorian, ansy though, she keeps looking around. \&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://sesshomeru.tumblr.com/post/1719652191</link><guid>http://sesshomeru.tumblr.com/post/1719652191</guid><pubDate>Sun, 28 Nov 2010 18:14:25 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>a bigger bed, some lay things and happiness.
talking with mom leaves me feeling like shit.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;a bigger bed, some lay things and happiness.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;talking with mom leaves me feeling like shit.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://sesshomeru.tumblr.com/post/1640088075</link><guid>http://sesshomeru.tumblr.com/post/1640088075</guid><pubDate>Sun, 21 Nov 2010 15:27:41 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>how lost can I be?</title><description>&lt;p&gt;As lost as obssessive I am about their thoughts about me. I don&amp;#8217;t want enemies. &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://sesshomeru.tumblr.com/post/1529886488</link><guid>http://sesshomeru.tumblr.com/post/1529886488</guid><pubDate>Tue, 09 Nov 2010 20:57:11 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>I hardly slept last night. I feel inanely distraught. I picked up a cigarette in my dream, and then...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I hardly slept last night. I feel inanely distraught. I picked up a cigarette in my dream, and then walked past my family, my mother. I kept walking. She was hurting.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h2&gt;I feel increasingly insecure like never before. This transition might&amp;#8217;ve been better if I had more support.&lt;/h2&gt;</description><link>http://sesshomeru.tumblr.com/post/1516409763</link><guid>http://sesshomeru.tumblr.com/post/1516409763</guid><pubDate>Mon, 08 Nov 2010 10:32:46 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>I miss all that ottawan french</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lbapcaMx5T1qebi66o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;I miss all that ottawan french&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://sesshomeru.tumblr.com/post/1468688127</link><guid>http://sesshomeru.tumblr.com/post/1468688127</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Nov 2010 02:14:34 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Have you ever</title><description>&lt;p&gt;made love while you were high?  Have you ever thought of women while making love to a man? Or a man making love to a woman. 
Have you ever tried to seduce a professor? Or a married woman&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Can you make yourself come by yourself?&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://sesshomeru.tumblr.com/post/1468617002</link><guid>http://sesshomeru.tumblr.com/post/1468617002</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Nov 2010 02:00:55 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>I died sometime before I started. And at some point, I came to ruins. Maybe it was loving Mary Jane....</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I died sometime before I started. And at some point, I came to ruins. Maybe it was loving Mary Jane. Or the secret prostitution gratis.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://sesshomeru.tumblr.com/post/1468397875</link><guid>http://sesshomeru.tumblr.com/post/1468397875</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Nov 2010 01:21:55 -0400</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
