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<rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description>Anthony Manco, 21, this is where it happens</description><title>Thoughts and Writings</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @amanco)</generator><link>http://amanco.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>Walk across and between the roads that fade the distant greythat portray and heresaythe scent...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Walk across and between &lt;br/&gt;the roads that fade the distant grey&lt;br/&gt;that portray and heresay&lt;br/&gt;the scent clenched breeze&lt;br/&gt;of tampered bone and teeth,&lt;br/&gt;dismayed temperance mends&lt;br/&gt;a mind glorified in recollection&lt;br/&gt;calloused by the past&lt;br/&gt;or passed novelistic trends,&lt;br/&gt;a sheild held up by screw&lt;br/&gt;blocking candle lit notion,&lt;br/&gt;we read from the veins&lt;br/&gt;the colors that flow &lt;br/&gt;from the eyes we never see,&lt;br/&gt;the heel clicking cleanse&lt;br/&gt;from the half empty boot&lt;br/&gt;weakens at the dispense&lt;br/&gt;of an avid dreamer,&lt;br/&gt;or the silver showers &lt;br/&gt;that touch the skin&lt;br/&gt;to the stars of tomorrow,&lt;br/&gt;the rhetoric sarcasm&lt;br/&gt;that blends the ears &lt;br/&gt;to the shadowed seams&lt;br/&gt;of the singing minds echo,&lt;br/&gt;but what you want to say&lt;br/&gt;isnt touched by the spirit of words&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://amanco.tumblr.com/post/39244742945</link><guid>http://amanco.tumblr.com/post/39244742945</guid><pubDate>Sun, 30 Dec 2012 16:39:55 -0500</pubDate><category>poetry</category><category>spilled ink</category><category>idea</category><category>idk</category></item><item><title>Song-less</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Hidden sheets &lt;br/&gt;aspire in note,&lt;br/&gt;tongues twist together &lt;br/&gt;on a slanted beat,&lt;br/&gt;the ambiance of &lt;br/&gt;tune-less perfection &lt;br/&gt;harmonized to the sync &lt;br/&gt;of a lousy ear, &lt;br/&gt; palms leak in weary runs, &lt;br/&gt;sharp eyed strung,&lt;br/&gt;a chord voiced &lt;br/&gt;on a faded line &lt;br/&gt;heard in times trough, &lt;br/&gt;etching the back track, &lt;br/&gt;a window shined,&lt;br/&gt;these prints of &lt;br/&gt;memorys avid condense,&lt;br/&gt;rested bewteen&lt;br/&gt; the fret of a clouded cue,&lt;br/&gt;stories tremble in tone&lt;br/&gt;ascending in whisper,&lt;br/&gt;resounding in &lt;br/&gt;an echos silence, &lt;br/&gt;the lips licked in vibrato,&lt;br/&gt;the never ending legato&lt;br/&gt;connected to the warmth&lt;br/&gt;of that keyed flat smile,&lt;br/&gt;the pulsing heart&lt;br/&gt;out-reaching to the tips,&lt;br/&gt;of that catchy finger-strum..&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://amanco.tumblr.com/post/38942352985</link><guid>http://amanco.tumblr.com/post/38942352985</guid><pubDate>Thu, 27 Dec 2012 05:40:00 -0500</pubDate><category>poetry</category><category>spilled ink</category></item><item><title>So is anyone else pissed that Carly didnt win xfactor?</title><description>&lt;p&gt;So is anyone else pissed that Carly didnt win xfactor?&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://amanco.tumblr.com/post/38444517049</link><guid>http://amanco.tumblr.com/post/38444517049</guid><pubDate>Fri, 21 Dec 2012 00:17:40 -0500</pubDate><category>Carly Rose Sonenclar</category><category>should</category><category>have</category><category>won</category></item><item><title>Its been a while</title><description>&lt;a href="http://amanco.tumblr.com/post/36981109165/a-spirit-walked-on-opened-corridors-viewed-in"&gt;Its been a while&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://amanco.tumblr.com/post/36981109165/a-spirit-walked-on-opened-corridors-viewed-in"&gt;amanco&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;A spirit walked on opened corridors&lt;br/&gt;viewed in lengths arm, poised&lt;br/&gt;friction based finger tips paint the walls&lt;br/&gt;the hymn sheared flow, the reticent hum&lt;br/&gt;filled between wrists, lone bending and smile&lt;br/&gt;an earshot perceived through a carpets tear,&lt;br/&gt;whispered steps fill the air, breathed in full&lt;br/&gt;exhaled in delicate, shivered lips fragile&lt;br/&gt;unspoken sins curse the words, lineless &lt;br/&gt;echoed walls dance in tune&lt;br/&gt;time relapsed, these motions in slow&lt;br/&gt;repetition in two, unwritten?&lt;br/&gt;miles of paper trail, oceans of ink steps&lt;br/&gt;caressive turns pattern the rotation of tongue&lt;br/&gt;A hand lit embrace, the tide of a sonnets beat&lt;br/&gt;the gesture of a hand &lt;br/&gt;that remains in motion,&lt;br/&gt;only (un)written to see&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://amanco.tumblr.com/post/36999858531</link><guid>http://amanco.tumblr.com/post/36999858531</guid><pubDate>Sat, 01 Dec 2012 21:49:03 -0500</pubDate><category>poetry</category><category>spilled ink</category><category>its been a while</category></item><item><title>It&amp;#8217;s vision draped in glareenshrouded and remissed,  or a blurred collection unsolved,in time,...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;It&amp;#8217;s vision draped in glare&lt;br/&gt;enshrouded and remissed,  &lt;br/&gt;or a blurred collection unsolved,&lt;br/&gt;in time, placed between each mark,&lt;br/&gt;a table timed on crooked legs,&lt;br/&gt;mute stares regress&lt;br/&gt;unhinged, unsound&lt;br/&gt;specious in context&lt;br/&gt;invalid in perfection&amp;#8217;s entirety,&lt;br/&gt;filmed windows revolve&lt;br/&gt;on serpentine frames hindered,&lt;br/&gt;the reticent howls of retaliation&lt;br/&gt;from within the white walls&lt;br/&gt;crossed in blank corners&lt;br/&gt;signed on fingers point,&lt;br/&gt;shook toward and etched in absence&lt;br/&gt;the shuttered collapse in flow,&lt;br/&gt;a poised entrapment tethered&lt;br/&gt;broken down and sinuous&lt;br/&gt;riveting forth in mislead,&lt;br/&gt;the intrinsic embodiment expose,&lt;br/&gt;decant down the pulsation of an arm&lt;br/&gt;foreign from the crevice of a hand,&lt;br/&gt;a stillness heard,&lt;br/&gt;an echo dropped,&lt;br/&gt;the tonic breath&lt;br/&gt;sighed over each enclosure.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://amanco.tumblr.com/post/30922589773</link><guid>http://amanco.tumblr.com/post/30922589773</guid><pubDate>Wed, 05 Sep 2012 02:41:13 -0400</pubDate><category>poetry</category><category>spilled ink</category><category>It's been a while</category></item><item><title>Audio</title><description>&lt;iframe class="spotify_audio_player" src="https://embed.spotify.com/?uri=spotify%3Atrack%3A5HNXxS7bjvMGvHhPoPgmem&amp;view=coverart" frameborder="0" allowtransparency="true" width="500" height="580"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://amanco.tumblr.com/post/25206036635</link><guid>http://amanco.tumblr.com/post/25206036635</guid><pubDate>Sat, 16 Jun 2012 00:14:00 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"People will do anything, no matter how absurd, in order to avoid facing their own soul."</title><description>“People will do anything, no matter how absurd, in order to avoid facing their own soul.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Carl Jung&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://amanco.tumblr.com/post/24066287801</link><guid>http://amanco.tumblr.com/post/24066287801</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 May 2012 11:58:13 -0400</pubDate><category>Carl Jung</category><category>quote</category></item><item><title>"If dreams are like movies, then memories are films about ghosts"</title><description>“If dreams are like movies, then memories are films about ghosts”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Counting Crows&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://amanco.tumblr.com/post/23754849934</link><guid>http://amanco.tumblr.com/post/23754849934</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 May 2012 17:54:51 -0400</pubDate><category>Counting Crows</category><category>Ms. Potter's Lullaby</category><category>quote</category><category>lyric</category></item><item><title>Finding Your Feet</title><description>&lt;p&gt;These shrunken strides&lt;br/&gt;and gaps of another heel,&lt;br/&gt;a sign at the crossing hands&lt;br/&gt;misdirection in hind memory&lt;br/&gt;wrapping the chords&lt;br/&gt;that tie these times&lt;br/&gt;awaited in longing&lt;br/&gt;spoken in slow motion&lt;br/&gt;ripping ears in silence,&lt;br/&gt;incised and engraved&lt;br/&gt;soil takes the shape &lt;br/&gt;of movement, progress&lt;br/&gt;perhaps a backtrack&lt;br/&gt;played in reverse from&lt;br/&gt;the end of the beginning,&lt;br/&gt;or the echo of the heart&lt;br/&gt;playing forward &lt;br/&gt;with each beat,&lt;br/&gt;signaling distance&lt;br/&gt;a mere million miles&lt;br/&gt;dormant sighs pave&lt;br/&gt;the rhythmic background&lt;br/&gt;against the gripping strength&lt;br/&gt;of a soulful shoe worn in&lt;br/&gt;on a sleeve torn from within,&lt;br/&gt;eyes that press the path&lt;br/&gt;endearing the whisper&lt;br/&gt;of each outlined footprint,&lt;br/&gt;with each step,&lt;br/&gt;we begin.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://amanco.tumblr.com/post/23718298563</link><guid>http://amanco.tumblr.com/post/23718298563</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 May 2012 00:36:25 -0400</pubDate><category>poetry</category><category>spilled ink</category><category>Inspired by Foo Fighters- Walk</category></item><item><title>I am what I amWho am I?I don&amp;#8217;t know what that means</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I am what I am&lt;br/&gt;Who am I?&lt;br/&gt;I don&amp;#8217;t know what that means&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://amanco.tumblr.com/post/23669668374</link><guid>http://amanco.tumblr.com/post/23669668374</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 May 2012 09:16:00 -0400</pubDate><category>probably gonna start writing again later</category><category>Wavves</category></item><item><title>My mind transient on sight,knocking on my open doorthese tempest nights hum,vibrate the core of my...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;My mind transient on sight,&lt;br/&gt;knocking on my open door&lt;br/&gt;these tempest nights hum,&lt;br/&gt;vibrate the core of my fingers&lt;br/&gt;the sensible fibers of my words&lt;br/&gt;remain tapered, sealed&lt;br/&gt;behind the confine of my eyelids,&lt;br/&gt;the thick wall of waves&lt;br/&gt;breaking shore, breaking &lt;br/&gt;line, out of lined paper rise,&lt;br/&gt;the red velvet whisper&lt;br/&gt;rhythmic moving, lusting&lt;br/&gt;to be spilled in truth, in tune&lt;br/&gt;image to a thought&lt;br/&gt;my lungs burn in metaphor&lt;br/&gt;or sarcastic sinking &lt;br/&gt;below a beat-less ocean,&lt;br/&gt;the single step tap&lt;br/&gt;or ink plotted foot-note&lt;br/&gt;my ears listen all to well&lt;br/&gt;the minds trudge to core,&lt;br/&gt;an image prompt in written&lt;br/&gt;felt in the shot glass of reality&lt;br/&gt;this dream will only fade in time,&lt;br/&gt;into the lines of a poem,&lt;br/&gt;between the cracks &lt;br/&gt;of my bedpost,&lt;br/&gt;never to be read.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://amanco.tumblr.com/post/22786045737</link><guid>http://amanco.tumblr.com/post/22786045737</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 May 2012 13:28:00 -0400</pubDate><category>poetry</category><category>spilled ink</category></item><item><title>Things That Piss Me Off. Vol. 1</title><description>&lt;p class="action"&gt;People who won&amp;#8217;t tell you their age.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="action"&gt;People who think god is more than just a fairy tale.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="action"&gt;People who fight over religion.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="action"&gt;Seriously, what does the pope fucking do?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="action"&gt;Why do we still think war is the solution.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="action"&gt;When slutty girls post slutty quotes, then 5 min later &lt;br/&gt;complain how guys only want sex, and they deserve better.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="action"&gt;The fact we have to pay for food.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="action"&gt;People who think they&amp;#8217;re better than anyone else.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="action"&gt;When you&amp;#8217;re in the middle of a conversation online or in a text, &lt;br/&gt;and the other person randomly stops answering.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="action"&gt;People who take &amp;#8220;jobs&amp;#8221; to serious.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="action"&gt;People who refuse to try everything once.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="action"&gt;People who try to tell other people how to live their lives.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="action"&gt;When girls play hard to get, even when you already know &lt;br/&gt;they want it, stop wasting time.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="action"&gt;People who take forever to get ready.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="action"&gt;When a girl gets in between two friends.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="action"&gt;People who think they know everything.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="action"&gt;When a black kid wants to fight a white kid for saying &amp;#8220;nigga&amp;#8221;, &lt;br/&gt;no the white kid ins&amp;#8217;t racist, you fucking are.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="action"&gt;People who are to much about looks.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="action"&gt;People who use the wrong form of (there, they&amp;#8217;re, their).&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="action"&gt;Critics are pointless.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="action"&gt;When people make stuff up in front of you, &lt;br/&gt;when you were there and witnessed what really happened.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="action"&gt;People who cheat on their boyfriend/girlfriend.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="action"&gt;People who try and cover up when they cheat/ &lt;br/&gt;people who cover for them.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="action"&gt;People who don&amp;#8217;t believe in aliens.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="action"&gt;When people don&amp;#8217;t pay you back.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="action"&gt;People who make jokes about 9-11.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="action"&gt;I hate the idea of government.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="action"&gt;The fact that we go to other countries &lt;br/&gt;and kill people because they don&amp;#8217;t live the way we want them to.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="action"&gt;Giving the guy we know is guilty a lawyer, &lt;br/&gt;so maybe he can walk free..&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="action"&gt;Some featured pieces on tumblr are obviously because of &amp;#8220;favorites&amp;#8221;.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="action"&gt;People with no sense of humor.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="action"&gt;Guys that hit girls/ have hit a girl.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="action"&gt;How sports players get paid more money &lt;br/&gt;than people who do things that actually have meaning..&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="action"&gt;People who make fun of people because of their name, &lt;br/&gt;they didn&amp;#8217;t pick it, dumb ass.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="action"&gt;People who complain about being lonely.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="action"&gt;People who say they&amp;#8217;re gonna do something, then don&amp;#8217;t.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="action"&gt;There&amp;#8217;s no such thing as addiction.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="action"&gt;People who &amp;#8220;can&amp;#8217;t&amp;#8221; quit smoking.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="action"&gt;Relationships over the internet.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="action"&gt;People who try and get smart with you when they&amp;#8217;re wrong.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="action"&gt;People who say dumb shit, and are serious about it.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="action"&gt;People who think you&amp;#8217;re less of a person &lt;br/&gt;because you could care less about politics.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="action"&gt;People who are racist.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Facebook..&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://amanco.tumblr.com/post/22726059503</link><guid>http://amanco.tumblr.com/post/22726059503</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 May 2012 14:51:00 -0400</pubDate><category>...</category><category>I don't care</category><category>figured I'd just stop here</category><category>just cause I can</category><category>not in a good today</category><category>what I came up with in 2min.</category></item><item><title>"2 Exclusive To Be Rare"</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="22617288591_message_body"&gt;Like steak likes steak&lt;br/&gt; I’m exclusive and rare&lt;br/&gt; a tribute to beef&lt;br/&gt; beef &lt;br/&gt; you were always there. &lt;br/&gt; We rock this house party&lt;br/&gt; Amanco does karate&lt;br/&gt; I do ju jitsu&lt;br/&gt; (grass is a shit food)&lt;br/&gt; Maybe you don’t know&lt;br/&gt; Maybe you’re a cow&lt;br/&gt; Little Wayne is a sheep&lt;br/&gt; Maybe I’m an Owl.&lt;br/&gt; Circumcision rhythms&lt;br/&gt; drugs, drugs and prisms.&lt;br/&gt; I can kill a wasp&lt;br/&gt; The owl, a fool with wisdom.&lt;br/&gt; You want a rap battle?&lt;br/&gt; Sorry, &lt;br/&gt; I don’t rap cattle.&lt;br/&gt; Try Nicki Minaj&lt;br/&gt; She still shakes a babies rattle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;See spot run like a goliath&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh nah amanco on that trite shit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;that rhyme spit, I run clips&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;I shine steel and I weave caps&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;not baseball, not red halls&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;no left hooks, hard cover books&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;sippin on that crystal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don&amp;#8217;t speak of no bristol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;or brisk though, Iced tea yo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;my last dog won the dog show&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;I storm the gates like Achilles&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;I fly for free on frisbees&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;or ships b, I&amp;#8217;m bein discrete&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;my tongue is tied like wrigleys&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;My diet consists of sodium&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause I&amp;#8217;m that damn in power&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt; but I got the water&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt; and you need the shower &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt; I come through with the heater&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt; and you better not scower&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt; cause if you do I&amp;#8217;ll feel bad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt; and maybe bring you some flowers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt; or just allow you to shower..&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span id="22617322042_message_body"&gt;They call me Colonel Sanders&lt;br/&gt; They call me Ned Flanders&lt;br/&gt; They call me out of touch.&lt;br/&gt; I smoke blunts with baby pandas. &lt;br/&gt; I belong in a zoo&lt;br/&gt; ah… ah… ahcoo!&lt;br/&gt; sorry I just sneezed&lt;br/&gt; Thank God I didn’t spew.&lt;br/&gt; I can rhyme duck tales&lt;br/&gt; You know what/ fuck whales&lt;br/&gt; I’m a man at the station&lt;br/&gt; compilation good luck fails. &lt;br/&gt; 2 exclusive to be rare&lt;br/&gt; I’m elusive like the air&lt;br/&gt; full of good advice don’t&lt;br/&gt; be abusive to a bear.&lt;br/&gt; I was born to be the greatest&lt;br/&gt; I smoke weed rap like Das Racist&lt;br/&gt; Freestyle the Fernhill massif&lt;br/&gt; Dogs to donuts I’m the latest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;My verse&amp;#8217;s lift like bourbon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;what you know about the plot though&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;that road show, that rap duo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;I cuddle softer than fluffy poodle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;vandalizing cars like I won a trust bond &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;sofa scuba dive like I&amp;#8217;m buried&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;in a pond, with frogs, and tongs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;I tussle with the law&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause I don&amp;#8217;t give a (woot)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;run from scary minsters&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;when they play the (flute)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ha just playin, I aint scared of nothin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;im frontin, that G code&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;my life is nothin but a cheat code &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;I won that, my cars a wrap&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;hooked on Bugatti &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause I wear the strap&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;take a ride in the passenger seat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;flip the beat, turn these streets&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;arm the seat, disarm your cheek&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pop more cherries on a cola&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;and I aint talkin bout that soda&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;fizzie bubble to the mix&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;comin exclusive straight to Tumblr.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(First collab by the greatest rap duo in tumblr history..&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://theplotneedsmorebourbon.tumblr.com/"&gt;theplotneedsmorebourbon &lt;/a&gt;in normal/ &lt;a href="http://amanco.tumblr.com"&gt;amanco&lt;/a&gt; in &lt;em&gt;italics&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://amanco.tumblr.com/post/22619268063</link><guid>http://amanco.tumblr.com/post/22619268063</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 May 2012 20:09:00 -0400</pubDate><category>amanco</category><category>poetry?</category><category>rap collab</category><category>swag</category><category>the world isn't ready</category><category>theplotneedsmorebourbon</category><category>to much skill</category><category>team exclusive</category></item><item><title>There&amp;#8217;s no room for erroran expanding heart knowsanchored in a lonely sea,we flourish on held...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;There&amp;#8217;s no room for error&lt;br/&gt;an expanding heart knows&lt;br/&gt;anchored in a lonely sea,&lt;br/&gt;we flourish on held hands&lt;br/&gt;written in palm and told,&lt;br/&gt;spread skies tell of infinite,&lt;br/&gt;eyes hold gateways to love&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;breathed in and out,&lt;br/&gt;hushing paper &lt;br/&gt;scribbles of lip&lt;br/&gt;in motion tips&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;curving the canvas of an&lt;br/&gt;everlasting moon, shaped&lt;br/&gt;to match our hollow hearts&lt;br/&gt;engraved in restless nights,&lt;br/&gt;in arms locked between&lt;br/&gt;wording and white space,&lt;br/&gt;empty space held dear&lt;br/&gt;open in leered fiction&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;opposed from tearing&lt;br/&gt;lesions in font&lt;br/&gt; tap-less &lt;br/&gt;a loss of gravity&lt;br/&gt;a loss for words&lt;br/&gt;a dream &lt;br/&gt;a reality&lt;br/&gt;drowned in smile&lt;br/&gt;taken in arms&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;hold tight against your chest,&lt;br/&gt;the beating waves pulsate &lt;br/&gt;felt under the ocean breeze,&lt;br/&gt;the rivers wind, the flowing &lt;br/&gt;of veins pierced to show &lt;br/&gt;soundless movement, dive&lt;br/&gt;into endless eyes, swim&lt;br/&gt;in the rhythm of my heart&lt;br/&gt;lay with me in embrace,&lt;br/&gt;stories carry in the night&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;listen,&lt;br/&gt;and we can just sleep for days.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://amanco.tumblr.com/post/22606568299</link><guid>http://amanco.tumblr.com/post/22606568299</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 May 2012 17:16:00 -0400</pubDate><category>I found this in my drafts from like 2 months ago</category><category>poetry</category><category>spilled ink</category></item><item><title>A trudge through vervelied on life,asphalt spitchalk dust inhaleinscribed on lung,debilitated in and...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;A trudge &lt;br/&gt;through verve&lt;br/&gt;lied on life,&lt;br/&gt;asphalt spit&lt;br/&gt;chalk dust inhale&lt;br/&gt;inscribed on lung,&lt;br/&gt;debilitated in &lt;br/&gt;and on measure&lt;br/&gt;wind-broken&lt;br/&gt;fleeced to collar,&lt;br/&gt;body bared &lt;br/&gt;soul snared &lt;br/&gt;ensnared &lt;br/&gt;a snarl&lt;br/&gt;deep huff,&lt;br/&gt;relapsed&lt;br/&gt;in release&lt;br/&gt;shattered eyes&lt;br/&gt;glass in path&lt;br/&gt;sharp to bone,&lt;br/&gt;suture to and&lt;br/&gt;on heart&lt;br/&gt;tonic to pour&lt;br/&gt;lift to scale&lt;br/&gt;grasp to fall,&lt;br/&gt;bit nailed&lt;br/&gt;and claw&lt;br/&gt;scratched stars&lt;br/&gt;as scars imprint, &lt;br/&gt;sealed wounds&lt;br/&gt;parted and&lt;br/&gt;directed&lt;br/&gt;to lead in march,&lt;br/&gt;skies endless&lt;br/&gt;in implication.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://amanco.tumblr.com/post/22530791749</link><guid>http://amanco.tumblr.com/post/22530791749</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 May 2012 14:32:21 -0400</pubDate><category>poetry</category><category>spilled ink</category></item><item><title>These nights upbeatlipped before lickingher double monroestill lacked in hennaI guess it&amp;#8217;s...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;These nights upbeat&lt;br/&gt;lipped before licking&lt;br/&gt;her double monroe&lt;br/&gt;still lacked in henna&lt;br/&gt;I guess it&amp;#8217;s time &lt;br/&gt;to start a band.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://amanco.tumblr.com/post/22435607503</link><guid>http://amanco.tumblr.com/post/22435607503</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 May 2012 03:59:00 -0400</pubDate><category>literally</category><category>poetry</category><category>spilled ink</category></item><item><title>Tired Of This Room..</title><description>&lt;p&gt;This atmosphere monotonous,&lt;br/&gt;it pressures me in frustration&lt;br/&gt;strained eyes met in coalition &lt;br/&gt;on drafts of air, on windows&lt;br/&gt;dim as my views of pen fade,&lt;br/&gt;terminology stumps in omission&lt;br/&gt;less defined, less refined&lt;br/&gt;caught in remnants &lt;br/&gt;of consistency in setting,&lt;br/&gt;these decadent reminders&lt;br/&gt;where my minds function&lt;br/&gt;has ex-sponged each crack,&lt;br/&gt;each fracture repressed&lt;br/&gt;from each corner examined&lt;br/&gt;into littered words,&lt;br/&gt;recapping my ears bleed&lt;br/&gt;as I hear them repeat&lt;br/&gt;and repeat, and repeat&lt;br/&gt;in my head for I&amp;#8217;ve already&lt;br/&gt;stripped these walls&lt;br/&gt;injected them&lt;br/&gt;shot them into my veins&lt;br/&gt;expelled them with my tongue&lt;br/&gt;sectioned them in bold,&lt;br/&gt;my hands hammer &lt;br/&gt;in see-through, empty&lt;br/&gt;lack of motive, my &lt;br/&gt;inspiration is dessicated&lt;br/&gt;and transpired in fiction&lt;br/&gt;read to lips in sync,&lt;br/&gt;rigorous sound-less&lt;br/&gt;lost in deep sigh, breathes&lt;br/&gt;pressed to closed doors.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://amanco.tumblr.com/post/22407120599</link><guid>http://amanco.tumblr.com/post/22407120599</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 May 2012 18:54:00 -0400</pubDate><category>need to get out of here</category><category>poetry</category><category>spilled ink</category><category>holla if ya hear me....</category></item><item><title>Inclusion</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Counter-acted&lt;br/&gt;burdened &lt;br/&gt;on arms heavy&lt;br/&gt;floodlit&lt;br/&gt;veins pour&lt;br/&gt;and descend&lt;br/&gt;touched on&lt;br/&gt;acquainted&lt;br/&gt;streets &lt;br/&gt;below and on&lt;br/&gt;inundated&lt;br/&gt;on false-footed&lt;br/&gt;diluted&lt;br/&gt;paper shred&lt;br/&gt;and assimilate&lt;br/&gt;melted down&lt;br/&gt;to ankles&lt;br/&gt;dry-spell&lt;br/&gt;kicked&lt;br/&gt;misspell solid &lt;br/&gt;on burnt sage&lt;br/&gt;resonance&lt;br/&gt;sheered &lt;br/&gt;primeval air&lt;br/&gt;pocketed &lt;br/&gt;on fogged&lt;br/&gt;knees&lt;br/&gt;breathed glass&lt;br/&gt;sharp exhale&lt;br/&gt;cut in&lt;br/&gt;leaked &lt;br/&gt;memory.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://amanco.tumblr.com/post/22375933141</link><guid>http://amanco.tumblr.com/post/22375933141</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 May 2012 05:59:00 -0400</pubDate><category>poetry</category><category>spilled ink</category></item><item><title>In Between</title><description>&lt;p&gt;These walls pain &lt;br/&gt;in conversation,&lt;br/&gt;empty tone from &lt;br/&gt;wall to wall&lt;br/&gt;each corner &lt;br/&gt;priming with riddle,&lt;br/&gt;shadowless imagery &lt;br/&gt;threatens the very&lt;br/&gt;cracks in my fingers&lt;br/&gt;the dawn of my mind,&lt;br/&gt;trapped, induced &lt;br/&gt;in a state unstated&lt;br/&gt;a mending undone&lt;br/&gt;a business minded&lt;br/&gt;only in pleasure,&lt;br/&gt;but no more&lt;br/&gt;no less in time&lt;br/&gt;I&amp;#8217;ve withered&lt;br/&gt;pens into bed,&lt;br/&gt;slept between&lt;br/&gt;and dodged the rain&lt;br/&gt;swayed from feeling&lt;br/&gt;unease and built up,&lt;br/&gt;pressured by the night&lt;br/&gt;following me, grabbing&lt;br/&gt;pulling me elsewhere&lt;br/&gt;anywhere, somewhere&lt;br/&gt;but here I stay&lt;br/&gt;made do with the dew&lt;br/&gt;the ceiling staring down&lt;br/&gt;waiting, relating &lt;br/&gt;to the words spoken&lt;br/&gt;the echos from square&lt;br/&gt;sheets of paper &lt;br/&gt;humming&lt;br/&gt;summing&lt;br/&gt;up the whispers&lt;br/&gt;from these prison walls,&lt;br/&gt;only heard in my head.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://amanco.tumblr.com/post/22340346661</link><guid>http://amanco.tumblr.com/post/22340346661</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 May 2012 17:33:00 -0400</pubDate><category>poetry</category><category>spilled ink</category></item><item><title>Just..screamingscreamingscreamingscreamingFUCKING SCREAMINGloudYELLING screamingvoices yellingwho...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Just..&lt;br/&gt;screaming&lt;br/&gt;screaming&lt;br/&gt;screaming&lt;br/&gt;screaming&lt;br/&gt;FUCKING &lt;br/&gt;SCREAMING&lt;br/&gt;loud&lt;br/&gt;YELLING &lt;br/&gt;screaming&lt;br/&gt;voices yelling&lt;br/&gt;who are you?&lt;br/&gt;where are..&lt;br/&gt;who am i?&lt;br/&gt;what are..&lt;br/&gt;who am i&lt;br/&gt;SCREAMING&lt;br/&gt;pounding&lt;br/&gt;fucking&lt;br/&gt;ANNOYING&lt;br/&gt;echoing &lt;br/&gt;YELLING&lt;br/&gt;SCREAMING&lt;br/&gt;my head is&lt;br/&gt;POUNDING&lt;br/&gt;voices&lt;br/&gt;screaming&lt;br/&gt;screaming&lt;br/&gt;GET OUT&lt;br/&gt;stay &lt;br/&gt;stop&lt;br/&gt;STOP&lt;br/&gt;my head is..&lt;br/&gt;driving me&lt;br/&gt;FUCKING&lt;br/&gt;insane..&lt;br/&gt;screaming&lt;br/&gt;screaming&lt;br/&gt;screaming&lt;br/&gt;screaming&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;empty&amp;#8230;.&lt;br/&gt;empty&lt;br/&gt;FUCK&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://amanco.tumblr.com/post/22269160521</link><guid>http://amanco.tumblr.com/post/22269160521</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 May 2012 15:50:20 -0400</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
