<?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-6419960388488917056</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:05:53.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Après moi, le déluge...</title><subtitle type='html'>(and what a muddy mess that'll be.)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlisfast.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419960388488917056/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlisfast.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>honest + popular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17876426820748555139</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>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6419960388488917056.post-4022048555692629458</id><published>2009-05-29T13:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T14:01:00.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That's What He Said</title><content type='html'>I was packing up stuff with my then husband, getting ready to leave New Orleans for the start of his MBA in another city.  And God thought this to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I never meant for you to be hurt like this.  I never put you in harm's way.  This is not your fight.  Get yourself out of the way&lt;/span&gt;"-(and with these words were the thought/ picture of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"get yourself out of the way, pretty darlin'.  No need for you to wreck your manicure."&lt;/span&gt; I didn't even HAVE a manicure at the time, but He was being sassy and sweet.  I got the point.)- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"and see what I will do for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;.  Go to sleep/ take a nap in the boat (beside your older brother, Jesus.)"  &lt;/span&gt;And with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;those&lt;/span&gt; words were the thought/ picture of Jesus asleep in the boat while the storm raged around Him.  In that story, He woke up to say, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Oh, ye, of little faith..."&lt;/span&gt;, before He calmed the entire storm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to be one human being who would sleep, totally trusting, until He woke up of His own accord.  Here's the original story:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h5 style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jesus Calms the Storm &lt;/h5&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-weight: bold;" id="en-NIV-23369" class="versenum" value="23"&gt;23&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then he got into the boat and his disciples followed him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-weight: bold;" id="en-NIV-23370" class="versenum" value="24"&gt;24&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Without warning, a furious storm came up on the lake, so that the waves swept over the boat. But Jesus was sleeping. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-weight: bold;" id="en-NIV-23371" class="versenum" value="25"&gt;25&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The disciples went and woke him, saying, "Lord, save us! We're going to drown!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;sup id="en-NIV-23372" class="versenum" value="26"&gt;26&lt;/sup&gt;He replied, "You of little faith, why are you so afraid?" Then he got up and rebuked the winds and the waves, and it was completely calm. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;sup id="en-NIV-23373" class="versenum" value="27"&gt;27&lt;/sup&gt;The men were amazed and asked, "What kind of man is this? Even the winds and the waves obey him!"&lt;/p&gt;Ain't God cool? :-)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6419960388488917056-4022048555692629458?l=thatgirlisfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlisfast.blogspot.com/feeds/4022048555692629458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6419960388488917056&amp;postID=4022048555692629458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419960388488917056/posts/default/4022048555692629458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419960388488917056/posts/default/4022048555692629458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlisfast.blogspot.com/2009/05/thats-what-he-said.html' title='That&apos;s What He Said'/><author><name>honest + popular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17876426820748555139</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-6419960388488917056.post-1627668206949654638</id><published>2009-05-29T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T10:51:06.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>String Theory Prayer</title><content type='html'>Hey, I remember back to when I was sad and weary and my needs weren't met- when I was isolated and undone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I remember forward to when you healed all of my diseases and made every dream I have come true and flooded my entire life with love and comfort and rest. And joy- did I forget to mention the joy? Or the peace like a buzzing river that rearranges me right down to my very molecules and sub-particles and more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I remember back to when they were crushed and brutally re-arranged, when they were confused and could not find one calm way forward- when they were unloved and made ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I remember forward to when you loved them and healed them and comforted them and gave them rest- a rest which overtook their children and their parents and their friends and their lovers and spread out a thousand thousand miles all around their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I remember back to when he lied and stole and killed and destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this I remember forward to when you spoke truth which ended every lie, you gave back what was stolen and stole even more from that thief. I remember forward to when you killed his power to harm and confuse and crush, when you destroyed territories and abilities he'd built up over centuries, taking a million times what he took from your own. This is vengeance. I see how you get it done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember back to when we cried and would not be comforted. Could not be. Inconsolable here with years of backbreaking work between us and joy, between us and free choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I remember forward to when you said &lt;em&gt;hey, ain't nothin' but a thang. Here, I'll trade you beauty for those ashes and how about joy for your mourning? Sound fair? Never mind that timeline. This thing has already been done. Darling, you still just don't get how you are loved. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I sit in peace in the center of every time that ever was or is or ever more shall be. Nothing is lost. Nothing is lost. There is no striving here. I'm loved. I'm done. I needed this. I was made for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this time better than that other one before. Thanks, You. You're a good egg, God, and I don't mind saying it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6419960388488917056-1627668206949654638?l=thatgirlisfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlisfast.blogspot.com/feeds/1627668206949654638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6419960388488917056&amp;postID=1627668206949654638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419960388488917056/posts/default/1627668206949654638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419960388488917056/posts/default/1627668206949654638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlisfast.blogspot.com/2009/05/string-theory-prayer.html' title='String Theory Prayer'/><author><name>honest + popular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17876426820748555139</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-6419960388488917056.post-5609624140391862908</id><published>2009-05-28T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T21:49:35.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gone, baby, gone</title><content type='html'>i can be happy for you, you know&lt;br /&gt;even if i'm not good enough for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;anymore&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my cheeks cross with tears&lt;br /&gt;you won't call me Lady Jo again&lt;br /&gt;for i have fallen off every high horse&lt;br /&gt;i thought i'd always ride.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6419960388488917056-5609624140391862908?l=thatgirlisfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlisfast.blogspot.com/feeds/5609624140391862908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6419960388488917056&amp;postID=5609624140391862908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419960388488917056/posts/default/5609624140391862908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419960388488917056/posts/default/5609624140391862908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlisfast.blogspot.com/2009/05/gone-baby-gone.html' title='gone, baby, gone'/><author><name>honest + popular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17876426820748555139</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-6419960388488917056.post-8942225185003039457</id><published>2009-05-23T21:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T21:40:00.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Make Me Feel So Real</title><content type='html'>Your eyes light battlefields&lt;br /&gt;Where men lay down their deaths&lt;br /&gt;And live.&lt;br /&gt;They saw Your eyes searching&lt;br /&gt;The whole earth,&lt;br /&gt;And You were choosing me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6419960388488917056-8942225185003039457?l=thatgirlisfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6419960388488917056.post-8674336356576664398</id><published>2009-05-23T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T20:00:24.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;love will come back,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;love is chasing you down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;love will finally overtake you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;and tackle you to the ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6419960388488917056-8674336356576664398?l=thatgirlisfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlisfast.blogspot.com/feeds/8674336356576664398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6419960388488917056&amp;postID=8674336356576664398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419960388488917056/posts/default/8674336356576664398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419960388488917056/posts/default/8674336356576664398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlisfast.blogspot.com/2009/05/truth.html' title='The Truth'/><author><name>honest + popular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17876426820748555139</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-6419960388488917056.post-767433551581242992</id><published>2009-05-21T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T18:10:13.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now I Know</title><content type='html'>I should have gone straight from him&lt;br /&gt;To a psychiatric ward&lt;br /&gt;If I had not heard your voice&lt;br /&gt;Just as the elevator doors opened&lt;br /&gt;(Remember how I came back and&lt;br /&gt;Lost it- 100%- in that hotel room?)&lt;br /&gt;I would have gone, like a dutiful&lt;br /&gt;Grownup, to help with the packing&lt;br /&gt;But if I had not heard your voice&lt;br /&gt;I would have taken that bowl&lt;br /&gt;While no one was watching me&lt;br /&gt;Walked out into the sunshine&lt;br /&gt;On the balcony&lt;br /&gt;Thrown the glass til it shattered&lt;br /&gt;In crystal splatters&lt;br /&gt;And flipped my body over the rail&lt;br /&gt;To lose life's cruel grip on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6419960388488917056-767433551581242992?l=thatgirlisfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlisfast.blogspot.com/feeds/767433551581242992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6419960388488917056&amp;postID=767433551581242992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419960388488917056/posts/default/767433551581242992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419960388488917056/posts/default/767433551581242992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlisfast.blogspot.com/2009/05/now-i-know.html' title='Now I Know'/><author><name>honest + popular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17876426820748555139</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-6419960388488917056.post-6415386924460281877</id><published>2009-05-21T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T23:21:23.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Y'know...</title><content type='html'>I have 30 semester undergrad hours I dedicated to the study of literature.  And I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; can't remember what to call this kind of every-other-line-rhyming.  (Besides "Hallmark card"-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;.  Maybe that's good enough.  Oh, but I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; still intend to bother my professor of literature father for the answer tomorrow.)  Poetry-wise, I'm at my best when I'm not so neat- not careful at all.  I'm going to have a dirty martini and head on back to feeling my way...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6419960388488917056-6415386924460281877?l=thatgirlisfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlisfast.blogspot.com/feeds/6415386924460281877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6419960388488917056&amp;postID=6415386924460281877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419960388488917056/posts/default/6415386924460281877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419960388488917056/posts/default/6415386924460281877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlisfast.blogspot.com/2009/05/yknow.html' title='Y&apos;know...'/><author><name>honest + popular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17876426820748555139</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-6419960388488917056.post-9105817068345796192</id><published>2009-05-21T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T22:51:54.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>heartsick</title><content type='html'>oh i am this woman&lt;br /&gt;(trouble never understood)&lt;br /&gt;mistook those broken timbers&lt;br /&gt;for deep roots, planted wood&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6419960388488917056-9105817068345796192?l=thatgirlisfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlisfast.blogspot.com/feeds/9105817068345796192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6419960388488917056&amp;postID=9105817068345796192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419960388488917056/posts/default/9105817068345796192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419960388488917056/posts/default/9105817068345796192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlisfast.blogspot.com/2009/05/heartsick.html' title='heartsick'/><author><name>honest + popular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17876426820748555139</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-6419960388488917056.post-5143789140289557352</id><published>2009-05-21T22:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T23:54:17.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>crisis of faith</title><content type='html'>brutal is the mercy&lt;br /&gt;that splashes over me&lt;br /&gt;seize me up from death&lt;br /&gt;or never turn to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no, let me sink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;let me drown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;into this black, cold water&lt;br /&gt;i am now too hurt to fathom&lt;br /&gt;why you called me daughter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6419960388488917056-5143789140289557352?l=thatgirlisfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6419960388488917056.post-2451717101696971378</id><published>2009-05-21T20:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T23:16:27.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>John George Psychiatric Pavilion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;music of all spheres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;sparking off my mood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;in this place of jailers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;joking, loud &amp;amp; lewd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;but i keep my face steady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;and my steps straitlaced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(hiding fears of dreams)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;in this Godforsaken place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6419960388488917056-2451717101696971378?l=thatgirlisfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlisfast.blogspot.com/feeds/2451717101696971378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6419960388488917056&amp;postID=2451717101696971378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419960388488917056/posts/default/2451717101696971378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419960388488917056/posts/default/2451717101696971378'/><link rel='alternate' 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italic;"&gt;i divorce you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i divorce you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i divorce you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now old age and grief&lt;br /&gt;cover my bowed head&lt;br /&gt;i can no longer see you&lt;br /&gt;walking ten steps ahead&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6419960388488917056-8640737311900605172?l=thatgirlisfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlisfast.blogspot.com/feeds/8640737311900605172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6419960388488917056&amp;postID=8640737311900605172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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trouble,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;fault the given,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;now i rest instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;sines and wonders,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;imagined numbers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;flying in and out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;he keeps his head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;while i lose mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;all over the page.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;(feel the answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;without hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;as he writes the proof.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6419960388488917056-9209067699414678867?l=thatgirlisfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlisfast.blogspot.com/feeds/9209067699414678867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6419960388488917056&amp;postID=9209067699414678867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419960388488917056/posts/default/9209067699414678867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419960388488917056/posts/default/9209067699414678867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlisfast.blogspot.com/2009/05/easy.html' title='easy'/><author><name>honest + popular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17876426820748555139</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-6419960388488917056.post-6301677777527984455</id><published>2009-05-12T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T19:53:30.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jealousy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;  I put my hands up to the bowls of these glasses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;They clink together clumsily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;My fingers slide to their stems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Which are now longer than my arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I keep talking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Because I can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Because it's all that I can do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;You sit at my table&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;And won't eat my food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;You are withholding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;(Aren't we all?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Competitiveness arrives and is ravenous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;So am I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;What I cannot eat sits out of reach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I want more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I walk down the stairs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;(My heart is suicidal)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Into the best hug I've had in ten years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;My God, I am starving!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I wish my life would end right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;While I am shocked by comfort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I do not think you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;How I am sheltered here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;(In a few more seconds I'll let you go.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Just go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Go home now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Go withhold somewhere else,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;With someone else,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Who'll count herself lucky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Until she sees the feast is not for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;No one will eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Or at least&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;That's how I'll tell it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6419960388488917056-6301677777527984455?l=thatgirlisfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlisfast.blogspot.com/feeds/6301677777527984455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6419960388488917056&amp;postID=6301677777527984455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419960388488917056/posts/default/6301677777527984455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419960388488917056/posts/default/6301677777527984455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlisfast.blogspot.com/2009/05/jealousy.html' title='Jealousy'/><author><name>honest + popular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17876426820748555139</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-6419960388488917056.post-1218517982478348326</id><published>2009-05-12T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T19:50:08.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Climb This Tree at Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I climb this tree at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;One foot after nother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Until, in this crook, I lean my weight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;All the weight of my broken heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I lean my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;And move my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;On this slender curving smooth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Until it pushes back with all its might)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Oh, stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;This is not what I wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Not where I wanted to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;But&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;When I look up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Darkness kisses my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;And stars press peace down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Upon my open eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;It's all right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;It's all right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Nothing is lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;And God is still kind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6419960388488917056-1218517982478348326?l=thatgirlisfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6419960388488917056.post-99690616154375946</id><published>2009-05-03T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T21:05:01.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There is No Name for the Past</title><content type='html'>burning eyes, not hands&lt;br /&gt;i snatch treasures from the pyre&lt;br /&gt;taken always to respire&lt;br /&gt;in chambers for the king&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh burn the singer says&lt;br /&gt;(there is no mercy here)&lt;br /&gt;but fire makes me light&lt;br /&gt;these wings take me taller&lt;br /&gt;my eyes are turning bright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thrice scorned&lt;br /&gt;thrice drowned&lt;br /&gt;arisen from ashes soft&lt;br /&gt;i go down to die&lt;br /&gt;heart's gold is held aloft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this part in precious vessel&lt;br /&gt;for you alone, liebling,&lt;br /&gt;lay it down, now dying,&lt;br /&gt;while you live on to sing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6419960388488917056-99690616154375946?l=thatgirlisfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlisfast.blogspot.com/feeds/99690616154375946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6419960388488917056&amp;postID=99690616154375946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419960388488917056/posts/default/99690616154375946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419960388488917056/posts/default/99690616154375946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlisfast.blogspot.com/2009/05/there-is-no-name-for-past.html' title='There is No Name for the Past'/><author><name>honest + popular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17876426820748555139</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-6419960388488917056.post-5244962428649602314</id><published>2009-04-29T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T18:08:45.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i try to put her dreams down but they are crying in my sleep</title><content type='html'>the head turns and&lt;br /&gt;the heart wanders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;past cypress knees and&lt;br /&gt;arms of lead&lt;br /&gt;(wish you were in my pretty stead)&lt;br /&gt;under this water which never rises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this dislocated guilt!&lt;br /&gt;this phantom pain!&lt;br /&gt;this loss of nothing ever had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(you can lead a horse but&lt;br /&gt;only i know what what was called for)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is how my garden grows,&lt;br /&gt;enclosed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6419960388488917056-5244962428649602314?l=thatgirlisfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlisfast.blogspot.com/feeds/5244962428649602314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6419960388488917056&amp;postID=5244962428649602314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419960388488917056/posts/default/5244962428649602314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419960388488917056/posts/default/5244962428649602314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlisfast.blogspot.com/2009/04/swamp-honey.html' title='i try to put her dreams down but they are crying in my sleep'/><author><name>honest + popular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17876426820748555139</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-6419960388488917056.post-4749199074160020272</id><published>2009-04-28T23:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T23:22:27.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>outdamned</title><content type='html'>i have learned what it takes to build up a man&lt;br /&gt;or to tear down a home with my lily white hands&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6419960388488917056-4749199074160020272?l=thatgirlisfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6419960388488917056.post-7284331723249367841</id><published>2009-04-28T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T23:03:13.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lesson learned</title><content type='html'>why'd you lure a little birdie?&lt;br /&gt;feathers stink when they burn.&lt;br /&gt;plus she takes wings of fire-&lt;br /&gt;you won't need that urn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6419960388488917056-7284331723249367841?l=thatgirlisfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlisfast.blogspot.com/feeds/7284331723249367841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6419960388488917056&amp;postID=7284331723249367841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419960388488917056/posts/default/7284331723249367841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419960388488917056/posts/default/7284331723249367841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlisfast.blogspot.com/2009/04/lesson-learned.html' title='lesson learned'/><author><name>honest + popular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17876426820748555139</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-6419960388488917056.post-1910523313595383909</id><published>2009-04-28T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T22:36:02.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gene Autry?</title><content type='html'>I've got spurs that jingle, jingle, jangle.&lt;br /&gt;And they say I'm happy to be sangle.&lt;br /&gt;But this isn't true.&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather have food poison&lt;br /&gt;And be stuck in the loo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6419960388488917056-1910523313595383909?l=thatgirlisfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlisfast.blogspot.com/feeds/1910523313595383909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6419960388488917056&amp;postID=1910523313595383909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419960388488917056/posts/default/1910523313595383909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419960388488917056/posts/default/1910523313595383909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlisfast.blogspot.com/2009/04/gene-autry.html' title='Gene Autry?'/><author><name>honest + popular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17876426820748555139</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-6419960388488917056.post-4497744508454602880</id><published>2009-04-26T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T21:04:08.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>could you be?</title><content type='html'>could you be love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;could you forgive it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;could you reverse-engineer all that love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then live it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;could you reset that gift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and then give it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6419960388488917056-4497744508454602880?l=thatgirlisfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlisfast.blogspot.com/feeds/4497744508454602880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6419960388488917056&amp;postID=4497744508454602880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419960388488917056/posts/default/4497744508454602880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419960388488917056/posts/default/4497744508454602880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlisfast.blogspot.com/2009/04/could-you-be.html' title='could you be?'/><author><name>honest + popular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17876426820748555139</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-6419960388488917056.post-591970885349490040</id><published>2009-02-27T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T20:00:36.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>that girl is fast</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;that girl is fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;and she was made for joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;she's gonna run until she breaks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;(don't try to deny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;i caught you looking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;a fairer phoenix never rose)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;be quick now, child,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;and don't hold back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;regrets will burn you where you stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;faint heart never won fuckin' anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;faint heart never won at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6419960388488917056-591970885349490040?l=thatgirlisfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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