<?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-36147084</id><updated>2012-01-06T16:20:18.914-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RainingHorse</title><subtitle type='html'>a new adventure in true cowpoke style,
riding the forests and oak prairies of western washington</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>232</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147084.post-2448100047724836774</id><published>2012-01-06T16:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T16:20:18.937-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elephant Hide</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZmhKXGE1d8/TwePuGn1hnI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/LnQZWTrKx-Y/s1600/Elephant%2Bclose%2Bup.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZmhKXGE1d8/TwePuGn1hnI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/LnQZWTrKx-Y/s200/Elephant%2Bclose%2Bup.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694678276047734386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were large words painted on cinder block walls,&lt;br /&gt;Punishing our kinder inclinations, treating poetry to a kick of heroin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your monthly slip into depression cured me of hope.&lt;br /&gt;Melted chocolate left in shirt pocket, dawn of purple, hard and pressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If an elephant puked on your shoes it would be denied.&lt;br /&gt;There is no reason to believe Modigliani could place his hand on railing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pilate flew into a rage and tipped Christ over with his Cain.&lt;br /&gt;How we draw ourselves in the mirror can defend nothing, beets for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to hide from our neighbors became our only game.&lt;br /&gt;Jungle or desert it makes no difference, all is lost when nature takes a bow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36147084-2448100047724836774?l=raininghorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/2448100047724836774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36147084&amp;postID=2448100047724836774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/2448100047724836774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/2448100047724836774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/2012/01/elephant-hide.html' title='Elephant Hide'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZmhKXGE1d8/TwePuGn1hnI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/LnQZWTrKx-Y/s72-c/Elephant%2Bclose%2Bup.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147084.post-4962636689169621656</id><published>2011-12-28T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T15:15:27.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Pell Mell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vUYV1JBlffU/TvuiHdzecmI/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZOGGHWGi1EA/s1600/knight-templar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 102px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vUYV1JBlffU/TvuiHdzecmI/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZOGGHWGi1EA/s200/knight-templar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691320803256070754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you warn this battle man, this cattle man, about Saturn returning in rings of gold to hail down around him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold crawling guts of rage against a fence, parboil your standard bearing enemy in oil industry financials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whole pineapple swimming to America, doused with bitters, pasted on each spiny finger, Dole in neon colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What once was mistaken for fiction gone wrong is news, Fox has rabbit by his tender ears and will not let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was now or never Ivanhoe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36147084-4962636689169621656?l=raininghorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/4962636689169621656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36147084&amp;postID=4962636689169621656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/4962636689169621656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/4962636689169621656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/2011/12/old-pell-mell.html' title='Old Pell Mell'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vUYV1JBlffU/TvuiHdzecmI/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZOGGHWGi1EA/s72-c/knight-templar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147084.post-365179252856283307</id><published>2011-09-13T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T11:58:23.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratitude mystery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qq99JqEKYko/Tm-nvMqXmhI/AAAAAAAAAhw/e2FQt1K21CQ/s1600/Gratitude-1-150x150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qq99JqEKYko/Tm-nvMqXmhI/AAAAAAAAAhw/e2FQt1K21CQ/s200/Gratitude-1-150x150.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651920486667885074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you turn this moment into the driveway and carefully park it - toot the horn for your companion to join you - full of space and time. there is room in the car for one more. who will it be?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36147084-365179252856283307?l=raininghorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/365179252856283307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36147084&amp;postID=365179252856283307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/365179252856283307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/365179252856283307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/2011/09/gratitude-mystery.html' title='Gratitude mystery'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qq99JqEKYko/Tm-nvMqXmhI/AAAAAAAAAhw/e2FQt1K21CQ/s72-c/Gratitude-1-150x150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147084.post-4062132557922689887</id><published>2011-07-29T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T16:46:56.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>heavy head</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_I2Lzr16FhA/TjNGZTAEGUI/AAAAAAAAAho/2Ko9WtqC66o/s1600/Angel-in-back-yard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 186px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_I2Lzr16FhA/TjNGZTAEGUI/AAAAAAAAAho/2Ko9WtqC66o/s200/Angel-in-back-yard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634924959181838658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the horse has been resting - heavy head&lt;br /&gt;tossing aside doubt anger fear betrayal of self&lt;br /&gt;known quantities ticking out through sun ray&lt;br /&gt;victim heel super pressed dung over&lt;br /&gt;now coming to life for round 2 or 3&lt;br /&gt;daily double marshmallow anthropology&lt;br /&gt;stand and stable it round and out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36147084-4062132557922689887?l=raininghorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/4062132557922689887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36147084&amp;postID=4062132557922689887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/4062132557922689887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/4062132557922689887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/2011/07/heavy-head.html' title='heavy head'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_I2Lzr16FhA/TjNGZTAEGUI/AAAAAAAAAho/2Ko9WtqC66o/s72-c/Angel-in-back-yard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147084.post-5974202356658452750</id><published>2011-01-18T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T16:05:09.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Original skin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/TTYpL_2iRdI/AAAAAAAAAhY/qpu9IdaBS88/s1600/originalskin"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563679675758298578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/TTYpL_2iRdI/AAAAAAAAAhY/qpu9IdaBS88/s200/originalskin" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your ruling class apothecary varnish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tampers with solitude, washes down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;starch fandango, arithmetic jangles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or - is corn too well bred all over this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;great nation of ours, beheaded knight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cresting waves, holding candles in a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;winter storm until bees take over my&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;good golly. Best not to fiddle little of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;arson-budding because Spring is yet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to melt his icy heart, commoner tin-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;star destiny keeps marching spurs in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;spit and polish for next year's crop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Darn tangle hippy girl pushing walk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;side to side got me going again, its a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;habit constrained within geometric&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;vestiges stain driven, martial shield&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tuning fork gone to heaven as long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as death keeps whipping up a song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Warn his majesty about coming on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;too strong with us small fry batty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;coke-drinking hybolores. You new&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kids crank up engineering dipsticks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;faster than Johnny says go - and I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;form opinions differently based on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rational gold standard mistakes it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;takes or bakes, you silly snakes. My&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;vole commander, back in town re-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;milking kiss and tell persnickety do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;done dilly, how furry can one oblong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;port commissioner get? Tongue or a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;snag list dapper snapper in creepy-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;time sauce, if you pay they will play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honorary workers became wrathful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yesterday afternoon when a lapize&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lapel law passed quietly through our&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hallways of injustice, taking more of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;their insignificant wages away. Mom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;said there would be days like these.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36147084-5974202356658452750?l=raininghorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/5974202356658452750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36147084&amp;postID=5974202356658452750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/5974202356658452750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/5974202356658452750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/2011/01/original-skin.html' title='Original skin'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/TTYpL_2iRdI/AAAAAAAAAhY/qpu9IdaBS88/s72-c/originalskin' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147084.post-8345532176614408147</id><published>2011-01-09T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T06:53:38.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TV is killing us</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/TSnL5x-UiOI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/oLowuxk7sf0/s1600/jonesgun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/TSnL5x-UiOI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/oLowuxk7sf0/s200/jonesgun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560199408493299938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;directly through the brain comes a bullet sound and spin counter-attack vitriolic burning hell woven across village idiot reconnoiter go palin go beck go limbaugh go tell it on the mountain how holy and christian you are how brilliant and clever you are you wordsmiths with drivel cresting like tidal damage bleating sheep in tow doing gods dirty work are you making light of dark grief are you pulling out pieces of tooth from your victims your 9 year old victims your passionate dedicated reasonable play by the rules victims putting themselves out on the street to listen listen make some effort to help their neighbors while out along the airwaves we pay for this we provide these airwaves these radio and tv dance hall mercenary groping overpaid thug wingers pushing pablum sound bite choking brain choking discourse clogging sewer mouth corporate suits ballerina vacation dill weed our taxes laying the grid propping up motionless holding head wound saying no more but there will be more and more we die each day a little with many many commercial interruptions and who will stand up when quiet suffocation of intelligence gowned gloved surgically scrubbed i often wandered as a child through rough and rocky regions when did my falling weeping go unnoticed when did my hollow point handgun ratchet up to vilify assassinate populate this media church of scum pointed roses mashing logs and megawatts in temporal disarray gleaning hard times ahead hard times a wasting wasting country being dragged across arizona motivation hyenas dung and laughter dung and laughter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36147084-8345532176614408147?l=raininghorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/8345532176614408147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36147084&amp;postID=8345532176614408147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/8345532176614408147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/8345532176614408147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/2011/01/tv-is-killing-us.html' title='TV is killing us'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/TSnL5x-UiOI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/oLowuxk7sf0/s72-c/jonesgun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147084.post-728501836642353797</id><published>2011-01-03T12:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T13:15:53.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parsnip darling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/TSI8U1TsvLI/AAAAAAAAAhI/PDovrvTPlZk/s1600/parsnipdarling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 165px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558071218733366450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/TSI8U1TsvLI/AAAAAAAAAhI/PDovrvTPlZk/s200/parsnipdarling.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;in some mayo calendar &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;referential&lt;/span&gt; wheel dragging design, your arms get wrapped in salamander twine, doses taken explicitly for half of wheat duration make one thirsty for a derby and vacation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;long ago how driven devils pasted up on telephone poles notices of their rock and roll shows, had you not my travels drummed in some other &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;compendium&lt;/span&gt; voice my world-long effervescence could have dusted off my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;joyce&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;how simply then peach chin drip guzzle flattens little pug with parsnip muzzle, his digging done and brothers sisters tucking in to blankets woven tightly round economy of skin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;new eyes to see this daytime drama looking somehow sunnier than destitute while emptying pockets in his 25 cent suit, your organs ground and wound around the solitude no health could whisper horses forming call it dude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36147084-728501836642353797?l=raininghorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/728501836642353797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36147084&amp;postID=728501836642353797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/728501836642353797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/728501836642353797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/2011/01/parsnip-darling.html' title='Parsnip darling'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/TSI8U1TsvLI/AAAAAAAAAhI/PDovrvTPlZk/s72-c/parsnipdarling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147084.post-8157526426638571199</id><published>2010-12-14T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T16:51:17.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'>this opportunity twitch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/TQgQ9yqe-XI/AAAAAAAAAg0/261EMlyYSUI/s1600/opportunity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 166px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550705194492164466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/TQgQ9yqe-XI/AAAAAAAAAg0/261EMlyYSUI/s200/opportunity.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;imperishable vanity, a crack of sometime always, blushing to the toes and heels of manifesting mollys, how bankers box with regal stoic onward upward blessing, it takes a village more or less than copper special guessing, you did you did you silly kid and then you did it always, you do you do you pretty fool and how you do it always&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the ducks regained advantage on a pond we skipped a stone on and went to bed with sup and bread combined and greened in folon, the spurs of cowboy attributes keep digging through the wreckage of mud and sand, oh give the man his horse to dressage, you have you hold you comic gold and then you sold my pollen, you fly you fly in perfect sky and sometimes when you've fallen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;this sleeping curse is woken downtown madrigals are blasting, a play forms on some simple stage where crazy ferns are casting, each shadows edge is curly wedges angles drops and twinkles expand along this furtive ground with salt and sugar sprinkles, you won you won my sturdy son you won the day by singing, you dance you dance my feathers lance and shield for all he's bringing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36147084-8157526426638571199?l=raininghorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/8157526426638571199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36147084&amp;postID=8157526426638571199&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/8157526426638571199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/8157526426638571199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/2010/12/this-opportunity-twitch.html' title='this opportunity twitch'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/TQgQ9yqe-XI/AAAAAAAAAg0/261EMlyYSUI/s72-c/opportunity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147084.post-7292755070722090538</id><published>2010-08-13T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T19:17:25.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Television maria</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/TGX8rH8TAXI/AAAAAAAAAgU/derT_yw4yh0/s1600/newmaria-080729.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 145px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/TGX8rH8TAXI/AAAAAAAAAgU/derT_yw4yh0/s200/newmaria-080729.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505083937326825842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inner lips compose a message a whisper a common dirge for persistent elevations growing some leg and iron application dutifully holler gaff and delivering sentences unattainable at the prison whodunnit congresswoman backstabber fell into while fellating her cousin's second truant officer's wife's 3rd husband oh raininghorse are you beginning to slide muddy inevitable furnace glue factory commodore hinterland river in montana that fish you could see you could never catch you could wish you could never know but here in this dandy warhol mess fit bird dodger hamlet of interspaced congregations those masses who never assemble bee hive cantankerous hobby you wish you know you wonder you come to amuse yourself with an indelible proclamation garnered while hip stirring ripple winters down along mossy farm bank.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36147084-7292755070722090538?l=raininghorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/7292755070722090538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36147084&amp;postID=7292755070722090538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/7292755070722090538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/7292755070722090538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/2010/08/television-maria.html' title='Television maria'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/TGX8rH8TAXI/AAAAAAAAAgU/derT_yw4yh0/s72-c/newmaria-080729.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147084.post-412865066551820109</id><published>2010-07-08T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T20:46:09.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Candyapple head</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/TDabczqjxjI/AAAAAAAAAfg/z-myT4Rtjzg/s1600/2008_11_28-CandyApple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 155px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/TDabczqjxjI/AAAAAAAAAfg/z-myT4Rtjzg/s200/2008_11_28-CandyApple.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491747714832254514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our museum of inequity resides gently between 3 arms of the algonquin hotel river bursting with anticipation surrounding this announcement "thou shalt not harbor seals of wanton effervescence between champagne lips and obvious references to hunter s thompson literature s.a. rolling stone matriculation how now brown cow deference magic johnny depp fantasia walt disney burgeoning fatuous impossible links to your own hair job. it planted itself between several operationalshorelink habitation variants just in tome to make shift randle radical pessimism contradictions, why why not why when why never can no cannot version 1 steak house montana virtuoso where have you gone me rubber buddy in an unrecognizable bathtub acronym, pause here for reflection my sweet animal chewing on caramel teeth sinking deep into sugar falling over in reckless fascination for all things carnival, how diddly do you lil' passion pit of tender love bites, come on now gently into this goodnight with a grassy ass of phantasmagorical versioning unlike any magazine cover story printed since 1962.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36147084-412865066551820109?l=raininghorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/412865066551820109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36147084&amp;postID=412865066551820109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/412865066551820109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/412865066551820109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/2010/07/candyapple-head.html' title='Candyapple head'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/TDabczqjxjI/AAAAAAAAAfg/z-myT4Rtjzg/s72-c/2008_11_28-CandyApple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147084.post-1191393443851338751</id><published>2010-06-29T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T10:34:45.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Delicata intuition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/TCounnXS4UI/AAAAAAAAAfY/RB0Do3NC3Ko/s1600/delicata.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/TCounnXS4UI/AAAAAAAAAfY/RB0Do3NC3Ko/s200/delicata.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488250354020835650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wine stop, all around you a garden shop based in calligraphy, a long expansion, an endless sea, turned toward one flaming shot of love, telling everyone who has touched your anatomy, down this spine comes wheels and gears of stand-alone receptive telegraphing pulse and lather, if the scrub has tumbled over some illusion we were hoarding our delicious delicata, superseding every wonderful endearment on a pinhead written punctually before midnight grinds your intuition up inside a mortar, heaven help those comic geysers with each personal attack, open up the burlap, feed into correspondence although she never wrote a letter to your muse, attention deficit on borderline established town and country produce fortune obligatory mercy, national guitar and laps to sit in when your child defends his splitting personality, i know your song belongs to me and will you sing it, will your wings beneath our arching storm be spread as non-aggression born of pleading amber, tents set up along the river, campfire stones protecting pine needle forest floor from setting off, tree as witness, perfect estuary hamper laughing geode natural coin, police you plates which state are you in, where those rivers run, take the squash and beans to plant out on plain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36147084-1191393443851338751?l=raininghorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/1191393443851338751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36147084&amp;postID=1191393443851338751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/1191393443851338751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/1191393443851338751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/2010/06/delicata-intuition.html' title='Delicata intuition'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/TCounnXS4UI/AAAAAAAAAfY/RB0Do3NC3Ko/s72-c/delicata.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147084.post-5831476565541003751</id><published>2010-06-18T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T16:56:17.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Animal wrought</title><content type='html'>deutilinterigeliousamountineseriphimalippodour amplitudertudimotionanglipholiapestingleijoful mackidooublecrampingitllypyintereicalsommrposi eriduringsanctipeilousvantillifulymerciplaneto&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36147084-5831476565541003751?l=raininghorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/5831476565541003751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36147084&amp;postID=5831476565541003751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/5831476565541003751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/5831476565541003751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/2010/06/animal-wrought.html' title='Animal wrought'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147084.post-6130680971558374402</id><published>2010-06-15T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T16:54:10.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hand wrestle fondue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/TBgSkK-1svI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/vi00t0tYmSE/s1600/handwrestle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 127px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/TBgSkK-1svI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/vi00t0tYmSE/s200/handwrestle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483152958956090098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there comes a time like small wine-soaked cubes of feta presented on a plate with dark olives carving thin air with scent of salt, an ocean flavor cabinet-level determination given to sipping state, all around messing vertigo garden sympathies indelicate habitation dawn flipping open wings, three course red bands escaping light raven holding cup afternoon example, turn to page often witnessed downing escovar fin neckline cramp ode to willing apple furniture devon placebo hemingway, small landing strip copies volumes of wrong moisture directional microphone vendor tassels helping out natalie when dance driven spore heathen temples burst open, whereby someone missed you standing downstairs curious smile post swim funtime belly underneath not much and then upstairs even more, taken all into this moment but wondering never ceases to amaze those what if camera notch belt tommy zone digger felt hat marriage honda pillage, in twain sacrilege variance detrimental horticulture vanish sow plug toothless misty grabber.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36147084-6130680971558374402?l=raininghorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/6130680971558374402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36147084&amp;postID=6130680971558374402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/6130680971558374402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/6130680971558374402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/2010/06/hand-wrestle-fondue.html' title='Hand wrestle fondue'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/TBgSkK-1svI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/vi00t0tYmSE/s72-c/handwrestle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147084.post-5988566866237699262</id><published>2010-06-11T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T16:47:22.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paste making woe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/TBLK9U8gqWI/AAAAAAAAAfI/7c46VpdfAKo/s1600/pastemaking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/TBLK9U8gqWI/AAAAAAAAAfI/7c46VpdfAKo/s200/pastemaking.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481666851406653794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iffy my kitty begins fairly open time with misty, did you up the nooky it my cookie was imperfect, tank around the supper with a puppy not engulfed, help this fillmore elements is bents and where did money wents, oh baily hummer on impecable gone beach summer filly digging in a sand, hold with little micky shovel burning rubble in her handy, that why we will wiggle so impish not bespeckled tummy elf comanche friend of dining river, best you get that skittle noggin working overtime for diddy compensation at did station, hippy commune fuggy waters dill impassioned wriggle froggy estuary oily call me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36147084-5988566866237699262?l=raininghorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/5988566866237699262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36147084&amp;postID=5988566866237699262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/5988566866237699262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/5988566866237699262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/2010/06/paste-making-woe.html' title='Paste making woe'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/TBLK9U8gqWI/AAAAAAAAAfI/7c46VpdfAKo/s72-c/pastemaking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147084.post-5327406229078478027</id><published>2010-05-26T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T12:22:10.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rattle secondary flint</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/S_10zN98hZI/AAAAAAAAAfA/6m-zBT2UuUE/s1600/rattle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 139px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/S_10zN98hZI/AAAAAAAAAfA/6m-zBT2UuUE/s200/rattle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475661145224021394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my who who rattle bone, got me on the telephone, said you were my buffalo, in territory sold by whites and pulling mustard into fights, bombs a falling, flint stone drawling, southern belles accepted into secondary fancy dress shoe, down your shirt an ice reminder, take a better look behind her, nagging wheels on highway screaming 'how'd you know my knees were bleeding from the prayers i took for granted (not to mention trees we planted out along that same old road where scars from clearcut rodeo took down your pride like bowling raptors sodden with some oily chapters from this book we never published) get together for some breakfast, strike the stone 3 times across that other rock, it should ignite her memory, a place to hold and taste so carefully, mystic lips are kissing gentle cattleways all through the canyon, tears are falling filling channels with their salt and water, hands in hands return and shake percussive notes of gratitude, abundance, moderate inclusive goals for education, telling stories of this nation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36147084-5327406229078478027?l=raininghorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/5327406229078478027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36147084&amp;postID=5327406229078478027&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/5327406229078478027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/5327406229078478027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/2010/05/rattle-secondary-flint.html' title='Rattle secondary flint'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/S_10zN98hZI/AAAAAAAAAfA/6m-zBT2UuUE/s72-c/rattle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147084.post-5468189021535121458</id><published>2010-05-19T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T14:24:23.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spare cinquenta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/S_RXAtsOhaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/z6f7cyPmYCw/s1600/sparecinquenta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/S_RXAtsOhaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/z6f7cyPmYCw/s200/sparecinquenta.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473095116938708386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its an all consuming moment, the dig of dollars fistful burning crapshoot mercury, down goes the weasel furnace cake, tracking lines of frosting through counter top terror on this hip swing empirical comic book called fifty.&lt;br /&gt;he wonders out loud and turns up a greenback candystop, while elves are polling ahead in midterm referendum charbroiled afternoon vote tagging rhapsody, that dancing cogwheel no rootstamper can requisition without mouthing words to gregory store television expositions masked to resemble marni tambourine.&lt;br /&gt;attack on faith, military tunic eventide melted across oliver wendell homes and gasping for caulk tube quicksand underneath feet gabbing heterogeneously along cambridge ridges, garden duties, mess kit wrinkles.&lt;br /&gt;he longs trespassingly for yonder timid castle alligator polished tooth beggars banquet donnybrook, helping more squash vanity cap still piece dangerous vocal misfit plague than laughingstock hamper filled with underwire tapdancers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36147084-5468189021535121458?l=raininghorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/5468189021535121458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36147084&amp;postID=5468189021535121458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/5468189021535121458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/5468189021535121458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/2010/05/spare-cinquenta.html' title='Spare cinquenta'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/S_RXAtsOhaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/z6f7cyPmYCw/s72-c/sparecinquenta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147084.post-1099851482502345913</id><published>2010-05-04T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T15:30:13.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mayflowers workaround</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/S-Cf7qPMpuI/AAAAAAAAAew/vmGbsZ-lmE4/s1600/may-flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 169px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/S-Cf7qPMpuI/AAAAAAAAAew/vmGbsZ-lmE4/s200/may-flowers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467545794926913250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is a certain someone whose visibility, whose discovery of shores yet uncharted, has taken hands with your enmity, garnished the wages of your sin and left the front doorstep open into deep earth deliberation like gasp monkeys cranking on the organ of relative standard mayflower wreckingballs.&lt;br /&gt;april came and went without a word, busy times at work and home and work and home, a bit of travel, lots of time with the kids, stretching dollars around fencepost bellyflops and ganging up on myself at the end of the day to play pin the tail on the therimin. how loopy can one manchild get?&lt;br /&gt;so because dreaming led straight into comedy, dancers pieced together non-combustible versions of hide, seek, turn over, pounce, die and be reborn, fake it, take me to the river, oligarchy, new exhaust system jaguar, act now until the sale is over, mud cracking on the walls, a curtain thumbnail sketch derivative tossed longways behind a grasshopper fishingline.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36147084-1099851482502345913?l=raininghorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/1099851482502345913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36147084&amp;postID=1099851482502345913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/1099851482502345913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/1099851482502345913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/2010/05/mayflowers-workaround.html' title='Mayflowers workaround'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/S-Cf7qPMpuI/AAAAAAAAAew/vmGbsZ-lmE4/s72-c/may-flowers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147084.post-5820944326657974311</id><published>2010-03-26T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T14:14:48.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nehalem grindpost</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/S60jwvumAWI/AAAAAAAAAeo/kc-6Ld4CNLM/s1600/nehalem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/S60jwvumAWI/AAAAAAAAAeo/kc-6Ld4CNLM/s200/nehalem.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453054044168126818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who you rescue view - make shift running through - all i want to do - is grind up my daddy's shoe - more intelligent - farmers fencepost bent - to experiment - all i want is money spent - poorer appetite - village cackle white - knock down in the night - all we do is fight - sophie call you up - drill team muzzle pup - soybean in a cup - all i do is interrupt - halogen incriminate - sophocles combustulate - pellegrino overstate - all my dirt is on my plate - voice of innocence - don't buy johnny rents - hailstorm full of dents - all i want is common sense - apple blossom sugaree - haunted castle on a spree - cook your package perfectly - all we wanted is to be - get that raining man - hello pakistan - calling those who ran - all i want is all you ban&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36147084-5820944326657974311?l=raininghorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/5820944326657974311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36147084&amp;postID=5820944326657974311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/5820944326657974311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/5820944326657974311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/2010/03/nehalem-grindpost.html' title='Nehalem grindpost'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/S60jwvumAWI/AAAAAAAAAeo/kc-6Ld4CNLM/s72-c/nehalem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147084.post-26043236173629973</id><published>2010-03-19T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T15:37:38.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loudesaurus rexall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/S6P8rDhKSVI/AAAAAAAAAeg/WZqp4e6Nd0o/s1600-h/rexall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 162px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/S6P8rDhKSVI/AAAAAAAAAeg/WZqp4e6Nd0o/s200/rexall.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450477790657399122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hemmer voltail his eagle flyzone purchase next seat to you, viable option to motion over sideroad apprehensions pleabargain zanderdust, help you fickle son dowdy pancake versus piecemeal growth hormone, dancer hepcat zipping toothnail relativity focus beating rugrat antagonism swiftly surely perfectly hamhock orchid religion back to zero, butter window seen castle fintail macedamia hogwarts split vroom mickey toothless beasts carve open wringing hands all done now appleannie tugrope, can you just say yes over those objections posted halfhazardly imagined, toilet water ecosystem beggars voluntarily nailing corpus christi handbill rationalization offriggers, belltooth seeping into dealingdo hoppenscotch lakshmi singing singing singing singing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36147084-26043236173629973?l=raininghorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/26043236173629973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36147084&amp;postID=26043236173629973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/26043236173629973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/26043236173629973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/2010/03/loudesaurus-rexall.html' title='Loudesaurus rexall'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/S6P8rDhKSVI/AAAAAAAAAeg/WZqp4e6Nd0o/s72-c/rexall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147084.post-7253656296194727290</id><published>2010-03-16T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T16:43:07.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Justice dampen fill</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/S6AXg3nxuAI/AAAAAAAAAeY/3lrq6EjV3ro/s1600-h/justice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 122px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/S6AXg3nxuAI/AAAAAAAAAeY/3lrq6EjV3ro/s200/justice.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449381402572339202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you where wear ware it well, a little at time but i don't mind, my spare tire 55 going slower round curves voting no smoke gastronomical exclusion, during classtime vacation got a springbok leather sam protrusion, delicate embrace, haberdasher indicates no spelling bee before no more halle berry mac in cary nc, its my spoiled little brother mc doing justice imitations of his favorite downtown recording artist elevator pitchmen viewing deep holes of water right before the swim, come on down to madison park cafe, your momma gave you shoes to sup and dance out to a get away, hills and oceans rise to hold a massive sky in places we could never fill, ask you father who that fool is just in time to see those waters spill out and over nation building grace kelly sangria donut orange county no one canadian gives a mounty how each surgery is paid for let my country sell its radar operation to sum up my frustration god is witness toward during after lots are empty full of laughter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36147084-7253656296194727290?l=raininghorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/7253656296194727290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36147084&amp;postID=7253656296194727290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/7253656296194727290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/7253656296194727290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/2010/03/justice-dampen-fill.html' title='Justice dampen fill'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/S6AXg3nxuAI/AAAAAAAAAeY/3lrq6EjV3ro/s72-c/justice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147084.post-1990838478179155098</id><published>2010-03-12T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T12:31:13.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intermingle dance supposition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/S5qkeyWO6UI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/GDnq7_yx4nQ/s1600-h/intermingle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 153px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/S5qkeyWO6UI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/GDnq7_yx4nQ/s200/intermingle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447847548076091714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;virginia and i attended a lovely performance in the good shepherd sanctuary space last night, john &amp; anna dixon and friends, stimulated much discussion of how combining improvised music with improvised dance holds such a potent weave, entering into a 4th dimension where elements of story, rise, fall, audience, floor, air all begin to intermingle, take pointed shovel-fulls of now, tip over onto head, break open supposition that silence and stillness beg forgiveness from, post regal talons of wicker along fence foraged by wordless nights.&lt;br /&gt;surprise guest! little bun in oven danced its heartbeat for all to hear assisted by doctor abigail appearing as self, turning this multi-generational show into town hall variety, home team, burning both candles in end zone appreciation of life's big score, taking on a human, putting down those weary tracks on magnetic take one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36147084-1990838478179155098?l=raininghorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/1990838478179155098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36147084&amp;postID=1990838478179155098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/1990838478179155098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/1990838478179155098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/2010/03/intermingle-dance-supposition.html' title='Intermingle dance supposition'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/S5qkeyWO6UI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/GDnq7_yx4nQ/s72-c/intermingle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147084.post-7215809166173080555</id><published>2010-03-08T15:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T16:03:37.821-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First march</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/S5WQUmX2-0I/AAAAAAAAAeI/duqyogf3VzM/s1600-h/firstmarch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 158px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/S5WQUmX2-0I/AAAAAAAAAeI/duqyogf3VzM/s200/firstmarch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446418007946885954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in complicated lee somewhat grass stained knee forward looking i lean out window dressing expectation exceptional story board not floored fantasmagraphical representation of all due respect the henway nation whats a henway whats a case for dismissed turnout too bee burnout first march tan lashing oregon whole wheat campground denial summer up your windblown flyer focus everything in grassy knoll science project dance his hand up your watchamacallit and that don't lie we supply every catfish march on nigh given headway common orchid purchase vacillate in cogs we thrust our fanning hands to stop that machine stop that building of the hive calm down make this moment be alive a goose is walling off thin hooper hoppity hop easter bunny coming round again don't stop going door to door exclamation two tone rabbit dumping grassy basket nation finding every hidden dripper goal decision master gripper vanity escapes me doesn't my awakening enchant those dance run march first march down hallways collared starch buttons shine i am yours and you are mine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36147084-7215809166173080555?l=raininghorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/7215809166173080555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36147084&amp;postID=7215809166173080555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/7215809166173080555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/7215809166173080555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/2010/03/first-march.html' title='First march'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/S5WQUmX2-0I/AAAAAAAAAeI/duqyogf3VzM/s72-c/firstmarch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147084.post-1657999605530024970</id><published>2010-02-25T16:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T16:52:02.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mink forestation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/S4cbISU4A2I/AAAAAAAAAeA/RfFFd_H893U/s1600-h/mink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/S4cbISU4A2I/AAAAAAAAAeA/RfFFd_H893U/s200/mink.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442348503872832354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in speciality blood reason burns through camping time, loud hammers trim branch dividian suppositions down to size, curving mouth whistles through canyonland sleeves, cops beg mission bell campesinos to breathe through estuary terabyte focus group pencils, mormon circumstances dish up heaping fur lined bowls of forestation, a long time ago my grandfather taught me how to fly fish, some day that huge rock where the mink lived on spring creek will fall down with a big splash, but for now that terror of running through tall grass with pole in hand and hissing, spitting sleek shiny viscous mink chasing me, backwoods anterior grub look no further mandolin arbitrary sunglass wounds, making opal voice tumble exquisite agate pass apple cores through screenshot anthems, turn up beet, turn up beet, got your hound dog crying quitter busted all along this gutter, however bison crawl up muddy mounds our coyote skin wilts flowers to badland sunshine holograms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36147084-1657999605530024970?l=raininghorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/1657999605530024970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36147084&amp;postID=1657999605530024970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/1657999605530024970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/1657999605530024970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/2010/02/mink-forestation.html' title='Mink forestation'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/S4cbISU4A2I/AAAAAAAAAeA/RfFFd_H893U/s72-c/mink.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147084.post-3726806777174896478</id><published>2010-02-16T15:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T16:00:48.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catscanner beeline</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/S3sxen13-VI/AAAAAAAAAd4/lisaUl7XJG0/s1600-h/catscanner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 34px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438995377140791634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/S3sxen13-VI/AAAAAAAAAd4/lisaUl7XJG0/s200/catscanner.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;how allow me now this complication taro root explain to me why this pheromone education sell my suit out along mercury streetlight doing this dance and feeling alright tall methods cornerstoned by which way up and which way home peel that apricot expansion tested into gar seed extraction ample time for holding open doors polishing gunstock religion opposite attract elemental indecision care you for my hope card you for my liquor dope my liquor dope my liquor dope its a catscanner beeline forming on time doing up my hair in straight orchestration there there now missy would you pass that pretty fishy over cross table on a log turtle dancer peace of frog misty evening voice coming over to rejoice messing round accomplish nothing something burns and a wish for birthday drummer sixteen years exceptional summer winds were blowing out along the beestock mercy encouraged a home for we for we for we to expansion destiny and curry mansion sweet with indian spice how perfect combos fly across this surface of reality your specificity calibrates a long equation do right by catscanner beeline nation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36147084-3726806777174896478?l=raininghorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/3726806777174896478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36147084&amp;postID=3726806777174896478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/3726806777174896478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/3726806777174896478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/2010/02/catscanner-beeline.html' title='Catscanner beeline'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/S3sxen13-VI/AAAAAAAAAd4/lisaUl7XJG0/s72-c/catscanner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147084.post-8853494499572646020</id><published>2010-02-10T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T12:42:57.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tremuse voltairiffic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/S3MaSaAiCiI/AAAAAAAAAdw/-ZKdN65CJnQ/s1600-h/tremuse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436718078687840802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/S3MaSaAiCiI/AAAAAAAAAdw/-ZKdN65CJnQ/s200/tremuse.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;expequisite tangerificate, la fantasmarecognizable versiasion du marrier e vanquisheau&lt;br /&gt;et becilement danse sonagrafique ministrele en divielcarem sac mon lengue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exquisite tangerine signs, the glorious recognition of poetry married to defeat&lt;br /&gt;and draining off dances of the holographic singer whose tongue is in the devil's pocket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36147084-8853494499572646020?l=raininghorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/8853494499572646020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36147084&amp;postID=8853494499572646020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/8853494499572646020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/8853494499572646020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/2010/02/tremuse-voltairiffic.html' title='Tremuse voltairiffic'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/S3MaSaAiCiI/AAAAAAAAAdw/-ZKdN65CJnQ/s72-c/tremuse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147084.post-3454990786096333374</id><published>2010-02-05T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T09:54:26.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Downwind rollercoaster</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/S2xbQosc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAdo/xsx-f303fms/s1600-h/downwindroller.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 130px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434819191689243026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/S2xbQosc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAdo/xsx-f303fms/s200/downwindroller.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;you wrote your last name first, playing off the widow's peak refrigeration mountain climb, got wrong data thrust into your inbox tapestry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;he knows your heart dance because sounds drifting downwind from your rollercoaster somnambulance find comfort in those receptors of oregon grape, pieces of eight corresponding apologetically to who you were when you were thirsty, times hunger fans exposition discomfort wreath balloon harvest across dusty tracks in clouds of amber varnish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;how still we see thee light formless passion during lost handfuls of earth that irish ballad screams, too tight on this corner too fast falling placards dashed, held up with numbers, gritting teeth lashes blinking visible healthy coming home from logan utah arsenal as political salt dries on skin forming new layers, taste that acorn blackwatch if mommy doesn't rescue miraculous blades against chipping bone of reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hold your name last first talent rubbing down my back insolvent duty, hills buried economically further testified god holler ask this now we pray for giving receiving gratitude, forgiveness relaxation hands together through narnia toadstool effervescence tan delight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36147084-3454990786096333374?l=raininghorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/3454990786096333374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36147084&amp;postID=3454990786096333374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/3454990786096333374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/3454990786096333374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/2010/02/downwind-rollercoaster.html' title='Downwind rollercoaster'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/S2xbQosc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAdo/xsx-f303fms/s72-c/downwindroller.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147084.post-140554277739548358</id><published>2010-02-03T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T15:05:49.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ordinary crest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/S2oBRHCzEPI/AAAAAAAAAdg/TuI282fAc7M/s1600-h/ordinary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 171px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434157293836112114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/S2oBRHCzEPI/AAAAAAAAAdg/TuI282fAc7M/s200/ordinary.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;when your markings startled my imagination, requiring me to trace their origins through papal variegation's drains opened ruthlessly in night vocal hollowing, dresses held up to reveal those boots climbing steadily that gentle calf curve bloomingdale minnesota correspondence trail, all was not lost upon mire garish decks dealt randy hearst-style for reservation rosebud oligarchy hemlock cups on lips of blue descent, his tiller gobbling residential architecture palindromes downtown affirmations having clung to mothers torrid skirt as dragging dolls release, no purchases after hours for pleasing pipsqueak gnarl in picadilly circus squaredance hoops calling ordinary crest falling over when seven notes collide, exquisite gender army brat capillary vocation wounding elephant rider pleases your mother more carefully toward all souls danger bunny happenstance, don't your respiratory volume dealerships cascade overwhelming debt down waterfall bing cherry dimple headstone relish harmonic collard greens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36147084-140554277739548358?l=raininghorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/140554277739548358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36147084&amp;postID=140554277739548358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/140554277739548358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/140554277739548358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/2010/02/ordinary-crest.html' title='Ordinary crest'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/S2oBRHCzEPI/AAAAAAAAAdg/TuI282fAc7M/s72-c/ordinary.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147084.post-691507045449054082</id><published>2010-01-28T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T16:44:50.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Andalusian periwinkle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/S2Ivdao9VuI/AAAAAAAAAdY/jvHe6xDTZPk/s1600-h/andulusian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 164px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431956282976065250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/S2Ivdao9VuI/AAAAAAAAAdY/jvHe6xDTZPk/s200/andulusian.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;whenever the bluenote evidence wrings stamen fertilization decadence through rollers of hair soft downy flowing behind ears common soft needing to be cleaned restless hands touching hems of lily turbulence vast reaches of sand and sea grasses trampled by andalusian horse my raining feet fall around you in dance we seat ourselves across from each other making small whiny throat gesticulations your periwinkle eyes spark my bit is clenched and loosened in one movement falling from my raininghorse mouth tempting three bachelor button blue chivalry compositions over edge of standing water by portugese bay smelling salts train track rover combinations flooding through at high tide ominous tutelage my son weeping after meeting his fingers non-specific warts appearing turning larger with each passing day oh restless youth we made this horse our wedding gift because nothing larger would fit inside the box of rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36147084-691507045449054082?l=raininghorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/691507045449054082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36147084&amp;postID=691507045449054082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/691507045449054082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/691507045449054082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/2010/01/andalusian-periwinkle.html' title='Andalusian periwinkle'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/S2Ivdao9VuI/AAAAAAAAAdY/jvHe6xDTZPk/s72-c/andulusian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147084.post-497718284232968791</id><published>2010-01-14T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T13:29:29.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair explosion marshmallow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/S0-Mp7KzryI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/iMvj1XQaHQY/s1600-h/hairexplosion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 136px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426710727890284322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/S0-Mp7KzryI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/iMvj1XQaHQY/s200/hairexplosion.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;fabulous poodles think pink punky's dilemma i wish i was a kellogg's cornflake sterile cuckoo peel the tomato coogans bluff pigeon toed orange peel nancy sinatra these boots are made for walkin cure jumping someone else's train incredible string band hedgehog song danny thomas twenty one months two years and seven days corporal clegg had a wooden leg : a ,m wrung telis$$ precursor boot ^^^ dip*i*k sommore fantangle henterhinter -)pol#111! sply gt47&lt;lish)&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my tender distraction winds itself tightly into curving shadows, some quiet evening sound through open window held like current of electric breath, a bond between song, enunciation, sand castle, whodunnit, capsized dreamboat pushing diligence across desktop application, he know nothing more concrete than salamander speaking prophecy, driven dusty highway orchestration en salvo tanqueray mosaic china follicle air speckle boing boing hoop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;words take fire browning every surface perfectly into mouth explode yes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36147084-497718284232968791?l=raininghorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/497718284232968791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36147084&amp;postID=497718284232968791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/497718284232968791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/497718284232968791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/2010/01/hair-explosion-marshmallow.html' title='Hair explosion marshmallow'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/S0-Mp7KzryI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/iMvj1XQaHQY/s72-c/hairexplosion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147084.post-2477648652895944354</id><published>2010-01-05T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T13:09:40.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sell fish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/S0Oqi8K-WXI/AAAAAAAAAdI/WRaGYU7QXCs/s1600-h/sellfish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 156px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423365893528639858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/S0Oqi8K-WXI/AAAAAAAAAdI/WRaGYU7QXCs/s200/sellfish.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;across the street from china, merry widow waltz vagina, belly fuller by the hour, crested plume and gilded flower, saw you there your conversation building trills in adulation for my simple mind expansion up her staircase inner mansion, lettuce colleagues peaches folton begging for the lava molten flowing down in smoky river take me now i will deliver take me now i will deliver take me now i will deliver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;mortars crafted stone and scribbled words upon my chin where dribbles form and tenderly descending started slowly never ending swirl encapsulated venom tricky songs we segregate them out along the highway holy exposition dealing souly periscopes and comic wrinkles dusting time with golden sprinkles flowing down in smoky river take me now i will deliver take me now i will deliver take me now i will deliver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;enter foliage peering curious at hidden bird while furious mother marches in behind you takes a peck to try to blind you were you hungry were you marching to the cavern with your parching throat exposed and all a flutter pass the apple pass the butter spread it all across your fingers let me touch you i'm a singer flowing down in smoky river take me now i will deliver take me now i will deliver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36147084-2477648652895944354?l=raininghorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/2477648652895944354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36147084&amp;postID=2477648652895944354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/2477648652895944354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/2477648652895944354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/2010/01/sell-fish.html' title='Sell fish'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/S0Oqi8K-WXI/AAAAAAAAAdI/WRaGYU7QXCs/s72-c/sellfish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147084.post-6951367012463821259</id><published>2009-12-28T11:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T11:23:50.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Effervescent gobble</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SzkFvI9FAFI/AAAAAAAAAdA/Bfu1UZaprXo/s1600-h/effervescent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420369933932757074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SzkFvI9FAFI/AAAAAAAAAdA/Bfu1UZaprXo/s200/effervescent.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;are disarming farm barn denizens sent ten zillion death sentence relatives relishing real bubble stubble foaming chin chisel chicks across frosty foiled miracle-mile shelves and elves blister in twister negotiations salutations incrimination's appetite bite tight drumstick thumbs wicking water fodder sod-dirt-magic airline fare time paired wine sit down arithmetic wrestle detrimental lest vented sand castle blast and tasseled hound found wild birds cackle mild words crackle riled implications melting limp vacations waxing felt down feeling up wringing supper bells up doors reaching fallen peach swollen tender ripened hand around township intersection seated in your section wait on me late dawn meal you remember too be them for ever combined foods all down your wound falling sword shoes crawl to town on floor inner princess congratulations on your opening come fragile stations fawn door forest for rest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36147084-6951367012463821259?l=raininghorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/6951367012463821259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36147084&amp;postID=6951367012463821259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/6951367012463821259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/6951367012463821259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/2009/12/effervescent-gobble.html' title='Effervescent gobble'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SzkFvI9FAFI/AAAAAAAAAdA/Bfu1UZaprXo/s72-c/effervescent.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147084.post-3941841368163363047</id><published>2009-12-23T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T10:55:06.865-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tremble helicopter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SzJnYEV3eyI/AAAAAAAAAc4/eybRAK1vAcU/s1600-h/tremble.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 128px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418506964860107554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SzJnYEV3eyI/AAAAAAAAAc4/eybRAK1vAcU/s200/tremble.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(lyrics from 1975)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I've gone the way of my father the lion; he takes his days one by one in the jungle; summer-colored hair reflecting sun; who is this within my body now running to the call of the lion?" (v1 of The Lion)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;we kept after it and after it and you are now behind me trembling my wrists circle my elbows circle my hips circle and tremble like helicopter levitation conversation our bodies running circles around each others message correspondence delivery dance dance dance it all happens on the floor no other window to this particular physical world dance circle tremble shake elevate blood flow river flood application of dressing to wound healed margins erased non profit status secured marigolds harvested to seed new beds commissioned delivered cradled head arms lap mooring throughlines navigational traces of sweat taste salt water blood coming home coming home coming home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36147084-3941841368163363047?l=raininghorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/3941841368163363047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36147084&amp;postID=3941841368163363047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/3941841368163363047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/3941841368163363047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/2009/12/tremble-helicopter.html' title='Tremble helicopter'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SzJnYEV3eyI/AAAAAAAAAc4/eybRAK1vAcU/s72-c/tremble.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147084.post-6797926968241970226</id><published>2009-12-03T15:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T15:53:52.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boron fealty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SxhPG_RJjrI/AAAAAAAAAcw/VR9p1M9661o/s1600-h/boronfealty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411161933766823602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SxhPG_RJjrI/AAAAAAAAAcw/VR9p1M9661o/s200/boronfealty.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh how doth mine abernathy tabersomething violin digression piece together melon chomps with your obsession, ant clothing lifter click on older chevy 1966 evolution now gives way to quieter ride and less pollution, enthralled expanded axes taking down this forest on polo horseback dimming quiet lights then trading cards and going solo, metal terrific sacrificial leggings torn from knee to ankle bragging out along the waterside that melodious timbre-driven strings vibrate stretched tight across fresh elk hides, our cranes bow simply down where frogs swim slowly moving targets shadow water green and glowing imperceptible to them this beak of hunger still and sharp and knowing, loud tolstoy boomboom graduation elephants preen tenderly beneath a big top tent and reel around crouping clown invigorated by salesman shiny with hardstones liniment, not a month goes by without writing at least once about my eggy pans and spinach soups but here is evidence that sometimes raininghorse forgets to say whats on his mind whoops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36147084-6797926968241970226?l=raininghorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/6797926968241970226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36147084&amp;postID=6797926968241970226&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/6797926968241970226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/6797926968241970226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/2009/12/boron-fealty.html' title='Boron fealty'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SxhPG_RJjrI/AAAAAAAAAcw/VR9p1M9661o/s72-c/boronfealty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147084.post-8760879657351833947</id><published>2009-10-23T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T14:25:16.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gerling opposition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SuIe_sCvMcI/AAAAAAAAAco/1MRJVTLMheM/s1600-h/gerling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 133px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395909383046508994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SuIe_sCvMcI/AAAAAAAAAco/1MRJVTLMheM/s200/gerling.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;it was said and done before the bible man come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;demolition corps make me break down the door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he was resting there in a wingback affair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;having drawn up his plans for the poetry man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ruby excorsion, intervestible portion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ever setting a dewline, makes impossible through time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;turn time turning turning time away from all the witty cards be played&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alarms in opposition to his gerling intermission time is turning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;turn time turning turning time away from all the witty cards be played&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;occidental avenue a skateboard is killing you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at a wrong way turn his own comestibles burn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if you are here if you are now then fred astaire and take a bow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh the palm telling tree betting one two and three&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cappy automatic brewing gals in semaphore and newly pals&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;turn time turning turning time away from all the witty cards be played&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alarms in opposition to his gerling intermission time is turning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;turn time turning turning time away from all the witty cards be played&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36147084-8760879657351833947?l=raininghorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/8760879657351833947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36147084&amp;postID=8760879657351833947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/8760879657351833947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/8760879657351833947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/2009/10/gerling-opposition.html' title='Gerling opposition'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SuIe_sCvMcI/AAAAAAAAAco/1MRJVTLMheM/s72-c/gerling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147084.post-3886551710420683387</id><published>2009-10-09T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T16:37:50.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Endgate recompense</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/Ss_JQEWjAtI/AAAAAAAAAcg/LsWH1dfhq1A/s1600-h/recompense.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 190px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390748556869173970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/Ss_JQEWjAtI/AAAAAAAAAcg/LsWH1dfhq1A/s200/recompense.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;toypoloroid againavoid deuteronomy apolicy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;voiceovernow atomicwondercow zestypickleburn somethinginreturn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;gotalot sonnetella viceroy makingjello&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;whodidit enterific acollosus murkylosses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;fatswaller silverdollar musicaction ifyoulacksome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;interwoven happyhopper dillydally itsawhopper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36147084-3886551710420683387?l=raininghorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/3886551710420683387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36147084&amp;postID=3886551710420683387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/3886551710420683387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/3886551710420683387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/2009/10/endgate-recompense.html' title='Endgate recompense'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/Ss_JQEWjAtI/AAAAAAAAAcg/LsWH1dfhq1A/s72-c/recompense.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147084.post-7213177117074008024</id><published>2009-09-30T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T13:41:48.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Farmer relax hologram</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SsPCOm8pz3I/AAAAAAAAAcY/WURM2UovCfY/s1600-h/farmer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 129px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387363135494147954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SsPCOm8pz3I/AAAAAAAAAcY/WURM2UovCfY/s200/farmer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;in these final days of indian summer, my cool is lost, a flintstone bummer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cast in iron cages grilling sausage, makeshift worlds collide and lost at sea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your invitation was accepted but those algorithm negotiations mis-directed simplicity in process, my teeth and gums left at the office.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;noodle brained, death defying tricks a-plenty, my ornamental treescape growth has sent me over some brilliant edge of courage, mutually neutralized, enjoying the pure age&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dim, that brilliant sun is dashed out on the water, drink it in my son and daughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;believe in this and that if you will, all shapes will be plowed into yonder hillside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cut like crop circle doodlebug rambling, how did i become addicted to political gamboling?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no excuse, no refuge given or taken, this marvelous obsession like chocolate with bacon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who would have thunk it, dread it, monk it, and where will those visions collide with now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36147084-7213177117074008024?l=raininghorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/7213177117074008024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36147084&amp;postID=7213177117074008024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/7213177117074008024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/7213177117074008024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/2009/09/farmer-relax-hologram.html' title='Farmer relax hologram'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SsPCOm8pz3I/AAAAAAAAAcY/WURM2UovCfY/s72-c/farmer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147084.post-2910115254002361671</id><published>2009-09-11T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T09:22:09.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surrogate television dawn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/Sqp5Jxi5bvI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/jqEhaiEBk3U/s1600-h/surrogate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 143px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380245913672969970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/Sqp5Jxi5bvI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/jqEhaiEBk3U/s200/surrogate.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hair replacement argumentative volley, please organize efforts to blend and bend hurricane morgan stanley appetites over land-deal happenstance duration, my house fell over this cliff you know, grass haven curriculum now that school is back in session burgerific lapse on elbow visitation, 7 gables nuance drawn curtain tag team wrenching endless summer hormones along tracks toward grain elevator religion, his burnout rate grasping those airwave sunrise substitutions, gravel contour mellifluous scant denver peligroso munch munch did that taste anything like you expected it would, hollywood goes bananas during surrogate television dawn by jumping tree to tree with ronald reagan intensity, all we know was pressed between pages of catholic hymnal on purposeful nickel research diamond watch cumberbun, all hail this chief combine cornrow california manifestation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36147084-2910115254002361671?l=raininghorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/2910115254002361671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36147084&amp;postID=2910115254002361671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/2910115254002361671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/2910115254002361671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/2009/09/surrogate-television-dawn.html' title='Surrogate television dawn'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/Sqp5Jxi5bvI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/jqEhaiEBk3U/s72-c/surrogate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147084.post-5418607269108770167</id><published>2009-09-04T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T12:51:05.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time variation 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SqFvoHKoNmI/AAAAAAAAAcI/geZVBlUIy0A/s1600-h/longtime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 136px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377702164966159970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SqFvoHKoNmI/AAAAAAAAAcI/geZVBlUIy0A/s200/longtime.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;those odd interpretations splashed across the brow of pencil ships gathering windy monumental voice-over corrections dude come over now existence relationship garnering tank dividend hosted orbital veezee tuggery andrew cathological gets john irvine heatwave motions sickness award by fainting in ham/cheese fashion all furs and peaches gussing up maggieholmes attitude foreign beeswax yes it is none of yours dude willow streep carnival ethnobiologist applicant murky oblong juniperberry dividend spent holidays grassy effervescence this psychophantom wreckage belly hovering opera window cabbage logarithm anticles morse code ruth breckenridge over sunday times nestle chocolate protest more noise than substance will wayne heavy combat billows trade insignificant honorguard templeruns for blistering sacks of rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36147084-5418607269108770167?l=raininghorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/5418607269108770167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36147084&amp;postID=5418607269108770167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/5418607269108770167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/5418607269108770167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/2009/09/long-time-variation-3.html' title='Long time variation 3'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SqFvoHKoNmI/AAAAAAAAAcI/geZVBlUIy0A/s72-c/longtime.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147084.post-4095068445169969678</id><published>2009-08-18T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T10:21:11.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bent orchestral trim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/Sori_NmSvZI/AAAAAAAAAcA/tBzEiZYxg8s/s1600-h/bent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 193px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371355081202646418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/Sori_NmSvZI/AAAAAAAAAcA/tBzEiZYxg8s/s200/bent.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;when raininghorse dutifully entered the race, bent orchestral trim decorated those points of interest up and down his face, musical bells drawn and quartered through butchered beasts in time, tearing down sledded streets of snow with karaoke close behind. it was your ghostly haunting voice and sway that drove him from the barn that day, your overtures beguiling eyes both opened closed and tearing skies apart with burning gaze, the ice turned water falling from those rafters, second phase. beneath this bed of sound, some building tidal vibration commenting on all that's fallen down, held apart like legs of frogs when boys on hunting mission take it upon themselves to starve nutrition, dirt in meat collapsed all perfectly and lapsed ministry of justice anglers fishing in the sea, all are fed and sent to bed where perfectly the bentwood frame eclipses moontide wailing from viola and fiddlehead, where did forest hollows find you cringing in the cold and warm you with her breath, that countless curve of old religion, raininghorse is taking in this vision. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36147084-4095068445169969678?l=raininghorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/4095068445169969678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36147084&amp;postID=4095068445169969678&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/4095068445169969678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/4095068445169969678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/2009/08/bent-orchestral-trim.html' title='Bent orchestral trim'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/Sori_NmSvZI/AAAAAAAAAcA/tBzEiZYxg8s/s72-c/bent.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147084.post-5772202635469750220</id><published>2009-08-11T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T12:22:25.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harvey trampoline</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SoHE6gMapRI/AAAAAAAAAbw/nszmpwuQ5do/s1600-h/harvey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 197px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368788740155811090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SoHE6gMapRI/AAAAAAAAAbw/nszmpwuQ5do/s200/harvey.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;having recently been ignited, flames fanned, burnt to a crisp, fallen ashes swept up in wind, blown to four corners of the earth, resurrected, posted onto the web, bled into a billion screens as digital rain, nougat candy with peanuts eaten in bed, this reaction to dandelion antipathy obsession growing pale at the altar when marriage meets boxer-wrestler hybrid on the stage, harvey race and larry in twin city wrangle 1963, my one professional bout, poster lost sometime in the next decade, our family moved every two years from the time I was 9 until I was 17, what does your father know about those basement afterthoughts, quiet invitations to come downstairs and roil against the established trampoline safety recommendations, interspersed with western mass drive on 3 cylinders in comer caravan, that was a 62, when the numerologist ended up living in the round orange chair for 2 weeks, giving my insight into 3, 4 (the open cup) and all other root indicators, then gave up the violin to practice insanity, where the b.u. bridge walkway came to represent all manner of risk, no insurance available at the time of accident, on blackmer brother cassette release, playing for the mythical lori who lived in somerville, not to mention my green thongs melting into the central square payment on my first walk through the city, courtney on my back, searching for a way back home, for water, for shade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36147084-5772202635469750220?l=raininghorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/5772202635469750220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36147084&amp;postID=5772202635469750220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/5772202635469750220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/5772202635469750220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/2009/08/harvey-trampoline.html' title='Harvey trampoline'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SoHE6gMapRI/AAAAAAAAAbw/nszmpwuQ5do/s72-c/harvey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147084.post-5851030038452706408</id><published>2009-07-23T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T13:44:58.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dandelion antipathy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/Smj3YjKAU4I/AAAAAAAAAbo/B3ZqYqqvJ1k/s1600-h/dandelion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 148px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361807357510701954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/Smj3YjKAU4I/AAAAAAAAAbo/B3ZqYqqvJ1k/s200/dandelion.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;on the bus, weaving traffic patterns, light reflections all around our sorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we escaped into this conversation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;based in new militia, my cult status growing stale, impending marriage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that was tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then your parents took my wings apart and set them in the window&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like dandelion seeds they flew into my shameful meadow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;translucence giving out those details when confidence fell silent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was 1975, those invitations to the party&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all dressed in red and black, and starting up discussion groups on socialism&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all i wanted was to know you, hold you somewhat at my level&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;take your ivory tower down and take another bus to another town&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;reinvent that conversation and your head upon my shoulder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we were children who so smugly knew much better what the world should have to offer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then the war broke out, i saw you several evenings in a room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;upon that arm of that known quantity, the poison you held out to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;our cups were never empty, letters written then not sent, a dandelion antipathy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cops and robbers, sons and daughters, boys and angels, jewish fables&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mercenaries, januaries, apple blossoms, all are gone and not forgotten&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was your name that drew me in as much as anything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the darkest eyes i'd ever seen and so intelligent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;more than winter wheat in towers, steel construction for the flowers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bellicose and never stumbling, at the restaurant our fumbling words and touching fingers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mirrored all those noises that your father made behind his perfect glasses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nothing more to say, it was an era we both flew to pieces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where you used to be i know i was and now the present tense&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is so relaxed and there is nothing but the letters and the saxophone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your overseas excursions and the millionth night alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and what a field of stars to walk through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(basic tracks recorded August 6, 2009)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36147084-5851030038452706408?l=raininghorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/5851030038452706408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36147084&amp;postID=5851030038452706408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/5851030038452706408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/5851030038452706408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/2009/07/dandelion-antipathy.html' title='Dandelion antipathy'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/Smj3YjKAU4I/AAAAAAAAAbo/B3ZqYqqvJ1k/s72-c/dandelion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147084.post-5677210487983231134</id><published>2009-07-16T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T12:16:56.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Metricious pencil somnambulist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/Sl9ffw_Y1II/AAAAAAAAAbg/1aEOjIX25pU/s1600-h/metricious"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359107080925533314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/Sl9ffw_Y1II/AAAAAAAAAbg/1aEOjIX25pU/s200/metricious" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;interactive media discrimination, the hollow leg of reason burns whole tavern dissertations down through reflecting mirrors, the grasshopper of my memory on some south dakota sidewalk unburdened by life, this calculating exquisite notion leaps forward into sign post galvanized sleep-walking, hordes of anglosaxon registered nurse bun weavers tangled throughout the sea netting, theirs are octopus theories to be reckoned with, melville turban hornet nest registration pencils, moby dick dirges on the head of a pin, how now brown cow kid gloves come off in fighting ventilation, my grandmother sits at the piano, eyes closed, singing a hymn to ward off those detrimental childhood wanderings that plague me, the boxer across the street just bit my eye, i will not sleep tonight without looking beneath the bed, and if woken up by some unearthly sound may all souls blend together in sumptuous mass, helping each other through mirrors of destiny, carving our names into the tree outside your realm of hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36147084-5677210487983231134?l=raininghorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/5677210487983231134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36147084&amp;postID=5677210487983231134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/5677210487983231134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/5677210487983231134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/2009/07/metricious-pencil-somnambulist.html' title='Metricious pencil somnambulist'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/Sl9ffw_Y1II/AAAAAAAAAbg/1aEOjIX25pU/s72-c/metricious' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147084.post-8920494246401222316</id><published>2009-07-08T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T16:48:45.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carhop volcano</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SlUwTAWr6vI/AAAAAAAAAbY/r_66FRfR6hw/s1600-h/carhop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 140px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356240434897873650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SlUwTAWr6vI/AAAAAAAAAbY/r_66FRfR6hw/s200/carhop.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;if candy were the conciliatory avenue, beating wings of bat torrid afternoon, then mistaken cakes would offer themselves through oversized windows, blasted frosting ice cream absolutions across thumb street, dorito fusion coping saw impersonation gobble dee gook, have sun will travel across bursting skies off key dentistry, rinse composition antigua urinary time travel with sidebars galore, roller skating wait hopping vanity release by root beer common dream, up in smoke resourceful tuna caper sandwich making wrist rocket holograms, katrina dragging down the coast her dogleg variations, bach crowning imperceptible head of state with golden golliwogs of visionary excellence, mossy banquet drawn down into hot lava complex, these apartments are going for cheap today, come on in and sign up for a free pony.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36147084-8920494246401222316?l=raininghorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/8920494246401222316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36147084&amp;postID=8920494246401222316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/8920494246401222316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/8920494246401222316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/2009/07/carhop-volcano.html' title='Carhop volcano'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SlUwTAWr6vI/AAAAAAAAAbY/r_66FRfR6hw/s72-c/carhop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147084.post-2396067168046721480</id><published>2009-06-18T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T15:26:15.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apricot walkby disappearance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/Sjq9kMH_jAI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/t4wK5ij-Y_I/s1600-h/apricotwalk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 122px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348795936883575810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/Sjq9kMH_jAI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/t4wK5ij-Y_I/s200/apricotwalk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;caramel hovering snowblind diffidence longacre saddlesore mystique tambourine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't know where to go i don't know what you mean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;panasaurus kibblestar ventilicious kiddiecar iffy tiffy all alone and waiting on the hootaphone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't know where to go i don't know what you mean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;black and white red and green apricot embellishment vignette haircut polish off the scene&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't know where to go i don't know what you mean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;burgeoning alarmawake vigilante walkby taking elemental seams and tearing open summer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't know where to go i don't know what you mean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;collard implications ripple openly as simple windows close and open like a rose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't know where to go i don't know what you mean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kissing disappearance advertising holes and voices bend to eloquent distraction&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't know where to go i don't know what you mean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;intermittent automatic desperation common static electricity accumulates in heady seas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't know where to go i don't know what you mean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36147084-2396067168046721480?l=raininghorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/2396067168046721480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36147084&amp;postID=2396067168046721480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/2396067168046721480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/2396067168046721480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/2009/06/apricot-walkby-disappearance.html' title='Apricot walkby disappearance'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/Sjq9kMH_jAI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/t4wK5ij-Y_I/s72-c/apricotwalk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147084.post-3584462527079019170</id><published>2009-06-16T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T15:30:04.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Went camping birdwater</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/Sjgc4AHTnCI/AAAAAAAAAbI/q-51h9jPKsY/s1600-h/wentlarge"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348056305931361314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/Sjgc4AHTnCI/AAAAAAAAAbI/q-51h9jPKsY/s200/wentlarge" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;that alley cracks window, sullen picadillo, merry apprehension, virtual detention, complicated supposition all around me ammunition, pick it up and fire, pick it up and shoot, pick it up and take away the net around the hoop, amortization raffle, gonna make you travel, operation scrabble, tell a tale and tattle, periscope beneath a polar appetite a common solar, work it down and push, work it with your tush, work it down to tokyo and slap it in the bush, in philly there's a filly, kinda cute and silly, messin' don't you kill me, robin don't you bill me, personal examination pacing up and down the station, take it out of town, take it to the ground, take it to the camera and don't forget the sound, opera caption, cyberpunk reaction, destiny apartment, sliding down escarpment, vanish international a posse with a wheel, make it on the subway, make it over there, make it to the combination quartered with a square.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36147084-3584462527079019170?l=raininghorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/3584462527079019170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36147084&amp;postID=3584462527079019170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/3584462527079019170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/3584462527079019170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/2009/06/went-camping-birdwater.html' title='Went camping birdwater'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/Sjgc4AHTnCI/AAAAAAAAAbI/q-51h9jPKsY/s72-c/wentlarge' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147084.post-3348327946016895195</id><published>2009-06-05T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T08:56:11.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Indeed barnstorming</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/Sik_sIpNNSI/AAAAAAAAAbA/QPjvnm18pXU/s1600-h/indeed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 155px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343872460318913826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/Sik_sIpNNSI/AAAAAAAAAbA/QPjvnm18pXU/s200/indeed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;insist on the killside, bennies on the hillside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;doing what you want to an impersonable font&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;merciful exclusion when encased in an illusion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gelaphone intelligence attuned with solid evidence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bonnie johnnie lifted on the lawnie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;did you do it with a mission in mind, did you open up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dance around me now in loud pajamas hefted up toward your chin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;palliate disorganized crime, never telling what you know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was out in the street alone and waiting for the blow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;someone kept me away but now forever is a cabinet display&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;taste that chaste imperfect silo composition leaving holes throughout your wisdom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whaling orders falling short along a beach in window stalingrad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh shave that jackie oracle in celebration, dance around me now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;help secure expensive ambergris essentials, round and round&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;round and round, dance around me now in your stern associations&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bled relentlessly on portuguese vacations, doing time with david c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my gods deliver when the flower eats the bee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sandwich board expressions during randy hearst impressions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dance around yourself like mirror sondheim gillnet artifacts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;blades arrested loudly driven into backwood barbecue, my pride&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;entertainer grassy knoll the single bullet theory of my soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i knew you once upon a riddle not a rhyme&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dance around me now in perfect landau boots discovered&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;parking lot bravado dented fenders shiny avocado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whistling her favorite beguiling torrid afternoon delight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i saw you standing there between a raft of morning shaft of night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;willing statue cleaned up in this rainy correspondence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;elevator bondesolange redirected cassavetes lock and key&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where did andy warhol candidates fall open two one three&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dance around me now and dancing pale moon embrace this summer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36147084-3348327946016895195?l=raininghorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/3348327946016895195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36147084&amp;postID=3348327946016895195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/3348327946016895195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/3348327946016895195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/2009/06/indeed-barnstorming.html' title='Indeed barnstorming'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/Sik_sIpNNSI/AAAAAAAAAbA/QPjvnm18pXU/s72-c/indeed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147084.post-5007087015272412337</id><published>2009-06-01T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T14:29:00.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Personage stallion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SiRIENcaImI/AAAAAAAAAa4/rUcW5tR_708/s1600-h/personage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 132px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342474295133741666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SiRIENcaImI/AAAAAAAAAa4/rUcW5tR_708/s200/personage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;mock synthesis pandora rapping sugar tree campout rusty indignation drummer acting surface shavings distance louder vacuum misrepresented hollywood gerbil vasectomy garden happy dawn ruleset pumping bee-soaked urbanization mystery philodendren necktie showstopper melt cursive ginger hypersonic gold pasadena temple deuteronomy flimsy gel norris geyeser dimple surrogate zip tartar lithuanian nets playdough polywinkle jiggle grease monkey antwerp haybailer telephone willcall diamond logging efforts grief latitude kneestocking olympian nursery blended ostrich value crafting hand-written jimmy carcinogenic zookeeper plated hamburg verichrome muscle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36147084-5007087015272412337?l=raininghorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/5007087015272412337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36147084&amp;postID=5007087015272412337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/5007087015272412337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/5007087015272412337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/2009/06/personage-stallion.html' title='Personage stallion'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SiRIENcaImI/AAAAAAAAAa4/rUcW5tR_708/s72-c/personage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147084.post-568150467598160863</id><published>2009-05-14T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T12:08:43.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Xylophone barge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SgxsNDYO_HI/AAAAAAAAAaw/SPjQd3JBGz0/s1600-h/xylophonebarge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335758630028246130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SgxsNDYO_HI/AAAAAAAAAaw/SPjQd3JBGz0/s200/xylophonebarge.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;thankfully you have written an abstract melon crayon version of toe-touching reality on this back-stomach-relay farmstation gladly turning soil in buttery mounds high heaven hopes rounded in tablespoon rationalization it all comes round it all belongs it all rejoices hovering irons fire lacking oversight boiling intentions zurich bank wandering dervish absolution ten thousand years morphine capitola andrew shunning crept finality into bee-stroke effluvia it all comes round it all belongs it all rejoices tanlines search emits howl dampening mayshowers gavel up judge judy coronation feline exhibition dutifully recognized in major network gorgonzola factory blasted open cellophane curtain dancing cell-by-cell toward desalination telegraph pole bleeding heart canada dry lopsided interworkings it all comes round it all belongs it all rejoices sleep don't sleep calligraphy equalization knob trimming sealock plastic nourishment all-over appletree kelly services needle-in-haystack tamalpais visioning in tree sap elevation douglas fir breaking over waves of endless good fortune it all comes round it all belongs it all rejoices&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36147084-568150467598160863?l=raininghorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/568150467598160863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36147084&amp;postID=568150467598160863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/568150467598160863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/568150467598160863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/2009/05/xylophone-barge.html' title='Xylophone barge'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SgxsNDYO_HI/AAAAAAAAAaw/SPjQd3JBGz0/s72-c/xylophonebarge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147084.post-8478117445227701171</id><published>2009-05-08T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T09:37:50.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep sandbag honorarium</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SgRfaJ6SorI/AAAAAAAAAao/ppnq5-g1bTM/s1600-h/keeps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 176px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333492761655157426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SgRfaJ6SorI/AAAAAAAAAao/ppnq5-g1bTM/s200/keeps.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;emulation turning on the road we opened up to far away i see your distance see your merging with the light of day you know me to be certain in antiquity and grace to be a nomad with distinction streams of dirt all down my face you know my personage my applications opened to the sky you know my mercy combinations right and left behind to die there is a magic screen beneath the sandbag submarine that's shaking out the grains of honorific summer rain and when we carve that bone a complicated way back home will slow the highway down to 25 and save the town &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;interrogations come towards my heart and keep the sum of all directions the mother earth the father sky come tumbling overboard amidst cave dwellers corn and beans too wet for storage let them sprout and blow the amber candles out intelligentsia of sober action turned within and sold for apples on the street we let the carnival begin with booker t among the clouds expressing silence clear and loud there is a magic screen beneath the sandbag submarine that's shaking out the grains of honorific summer rain and when we carve that bone a complicated way back home will slow the highway down to 25 and save the town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we said we never would and never did that california trip was molded underneath a column neatly typed on pages ripped apart in windy apprehension voices coiled beneath the bench your judges sit upon like sparrows with a dollar crescent wrench who need to rebuild every engine on this carbon subterfuge alone together effervescent in beguiling what we lose it seemed so simple on the page and reaches fever pitch before it pounds in rage there is a magic screen beneath the sandbag submarine that's shaking out the grains of honorific summer rain and when we carve that bone a complicated way back home will slow the highway down to 25 and save the town &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36147084-8478117445227701171?l=raininghorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/8478117445227701171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36147084&amp;postID=8478117445227701171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/8478117445227701171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/8478117445227701171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/2009/05/keep-sandbag-honorarium.html' title='Keep sandbag honorarium'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SgRfaJ6SorI/AAAAAAAAAao/ppnq5-g1bTM/s72-c/keeps.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147084.post-6217686499775517760</id><published>2009-04-23T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T14:10:21.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dressing industrial herd</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SonHMikZT2I/AAAAAAAAAb4/4lE-5Auljac/s1600-h/dressing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 154px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371043048867843938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SonHMikZT2I/AAAAAAAAAb4/4lE-5Auljac/s200/dressing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(conceived in April, born in August)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the duty of a man is to orchestrate his parentage delivery, produce the aristocracy, make important tunes to sell on television, grab a headline wrestle down the sheet and sail again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;his only recognizable existence bells and whistles as the pig is greased and running through the streets, impossible to take the helm without an extra arm, this and he shall do no harm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and stuffed with dressing the industrial in sequence follows herd and breeds insurgence on a dividend unsatisfactorily, how did the chips fall on a sea of swimming turtles, let them be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36147084-6217686499775517760?l=raininghorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/6217686499775517760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36147084&amp;postID=6217686499775517760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/6217686499775517760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/6217686499775517760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/2009/04/dressing-industrial-herd.html' title='Dressing industrial herd'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SonHMikZT2I/AAAAAAAAAb4/4lE-5Auljac/s72-c/dressing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147084.post-3537469987557692222</id><published>2009-04-16T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T15:47:50.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonora calabash</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/See1bc-2EQI/AAAAAAAAAaY/yVjt-IzXYYk/s1600-h/sonora.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325424567629779202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/See1bc-2EQI/AAAAAAAAAaY/yVjt-IzXYYk/s200/sonora.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;agrarian reformation packaged attributes vocal militant duty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that which murky research voluntarily strikes down talented worm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;placard hint dirty salmon waterdown hunt implied aspirations palate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;intersection still pills nathalie columbine verses opened skunk cabbage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;signoria absolute nearsighted capillary volume that hair ill-advised&lt;br /&gt;dustbowl champion testing benefits out random milkrun tennis courts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;heaving basement misery over-qualified uptown vanishing dharma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36147084-3537469987557692222?l=raininghorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/3537469987557692222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36147084&amp;postID=3537469987557692222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/3537469987557692222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/3537469987557692222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/2009/04/sonora-calabash.html' title='Sonora calabash'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/See1bc-2EQI/AAAAAAAAAaY/yVjt-IzXYYk/s72-c/sonora.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147084.post-7548854244538684846</id><published>2009-04-10T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T12:58:43.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Barry bury</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/Sd-kviRIOXI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/zNH53QMC-1o/s1600-h/bury.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323154421134670194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/Sd-kviRIOXI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/zNH53QMC-1o/s200/bury.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;his noble nose cold in between the leaves and folds of ground, summer leaving in the wind and mercy pouring forth the sound, and sentient pads of feet once restless take their pause beneath the soil, fundamental education for the children's grief we toil. bells are silent, forest wild beside the apple tree today, nesting walker with his shovel and the sod removed to stay the hand of parsons rain, a stump is bleeding open forging pale, never let those growling memories invoke that wagging springtime tail, where he waits and speaks his greeting like a geyser by the stream, making most of joy companionship come visit in a dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36147084-7548854244538684846?l=raininghorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/7548854244538684846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36147084&amp;postID=7548854244538684846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/7548854244538684846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/7548854244538684846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/2009/04/barry-bury.html' title='Barry bury'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/Sd-kviRIOXI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/zNH53QMC-1o/s72-c/bury.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147084.post-8947634288024664828</id><published>2009-03-26T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T15:51:33.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interest vacation bolster</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/See12u9fv_I/AAAAAAAAAag/8KuLt-nmLBE/s1600-h/interestvacation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325425036312428530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/See12u9fv_I/AAAAAAAAAag/8KuLt-nmLBE/s200/interestvacation.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;regulations dim delight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;halls of mirrors in the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;winter wasted all your eggs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a million miles of misbehavior&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;up in smoke just like a toaster&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;interest vacation bolster&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;planned your mothers lost your dads&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;feeling angry feeling sad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no precision in this art&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a course in greedy sonsabitches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;driving buses into ditches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;interest vacation riches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;who knew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;got your guru&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in your pension&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there's a stench in here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nothing far and nothing near&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its a joke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;up in smoke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just like a toaster&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;frakin lack of trackin assets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from the valley to the peak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;be this fairly obsolete&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;finance caves below my feet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its a fryer not a roaster&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;interest vacation bolster&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36147084-8947634288024664828?l=raininghorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/8947634288024664828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36147084&amp;postID=8947634288024664828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/8947634288024664828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/8947634288024664828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/2009/03/interest-vacation-bolster.html' title='Interest vacation bolster'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/See12u9fv_I/AAAAAAAAAag/8KuLt-nmLBE/s72-c/interestvacation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147084.post-1098520356550235943</id><published>2009-03-10T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T14:34:00.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Excerpts" album nearly completed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SbbU2xoT2iI/AAAAAAAAAaA/ssWT1_FKv0U/s1600-h/excerpts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311666848030513698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SbbU2xoT2iI/AAAAAAAAAaA/ssWT1_FKv0U/s200/excerpts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; over the past 6 years i have made recordings here and there, some home recordings, some studio and some live. Since last may i have been collecting and editing enough pieces for an album titled "Excerpts". it continues the pattern of combining a variety of styles similar to "Crow" from 2002: blending folk songs with electro-acoustic trance-driven improvisations, and some very electrified guitar using a deer jawbone as a 'bow' to create percussive and overtone sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will be starting recording of new material with, most likely, Steve Boyce who was the engineer and sound advisor as well as adding some tasty bass and guitar lines on 1991's "Sons &amp;amp; Daughters" album. the past 12+ posts have been potential lyric ideas for this new recording project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both of these older albums, as well as "Excerpts" will be available for electronic download through iTunes, Amazon, and 50+ other sources later this year. my goal is to complete the new album by the end of 2009 as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36147084-1098520356550235943?l=raininghorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/1098520356550235943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36147084&amp;postID=1098520356550235943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/1098520356550235943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/1098520356550235943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/2009/03/excerpts-album-nearly-completed.html' title='&quot;Excerpts&quot; album nearly completed'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SbbU2xoT2iI/AAAAAAAAAaA/ssWT1_FKv0U/s72-c/excerpts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147084.post-3335185582888879437</id><published>2009-03-05T16:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T11:29:21.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hilltop burning solo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SbBy4tTE1QI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/WMkXvwlU3lk/s1600-h/hilltop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 148px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309870279227659522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SbBy4tTE1QI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/WMkXvwlU3lk/s200/hilltop.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh we wander felled in regions hand&lt;br /&gt;voices peeling off each mirror&lt;br /&gt;going door to door elliptical decision&lt;br /&gt;helena nash talked about you once again&lt;br /&gt;in a dream last night&lt;br /&gt;or at least i think it was her voice&lt;br /&gt;beside the envelope of music&lt;br /&gt;where have the years gone alissa&lt;br /&gt;has someone turned your head toward&lt;br /&gt;a northern solution to your lonesome wilds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that sign becoming your protection&lt;br /&gt;painted high above the roadway&lt;br /&gt;belly full and going nowhere after january cold&lt;br /&gt;moxie fruvous told the restless gale&lt;br /&gt;to wind down or be counted as a sales pitch&lt;br /&gt;naturally bending low a branch is broken in the rail ditch&lt;br /&gt;where have the years gone alissa&lt;br /&gt;has someone turned your head toward&lt;br /&gt;a northern solution to your lonesome wilds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how courage won the day from boredom&lt;br /&gt;nodding off behind the wheel&lt;br /&gt;is not an option for a singer like you&lt;br /&gt;editing each line before our modest dream&lt;br /&gt;explodes in saturated colors&lt;br /&gt;onto the scene where dudes are walking&lt;br /&gt;i saw you family cast in orange&lt;br /&gt;and over breakfast they were talking&lt;br /&gt;where have the years gone alissa&lt;br /&gt;has someone turned your head toward&lt;br /&gt;a northern solution to your lonesome wilds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(revised 6/15/09, basic tracks recorded 7/16/09)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36147084-3335185582888879437?l=raininghorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/3335185582888879437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36147084&amp;postID=3335185582888879437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/3335185582888879437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/3335185582888879437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/2009/03/hilltop-burning-solo.html' title='Hilltop burning solo'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SbBy4tTE1QI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/WMkXvwlU3lk/s72-c/hilltop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147084.post-7938887713078771388</id><published>2009-03-03T10:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T11:21:09.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enter pomona blister</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/Sa2DFbjZ-II/AAAAAAAAAZw/pEuqS_Z4mAo/s1600-h/enter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 119px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/Sa2DFbjZ-II/AAAAAAAAAZw/pEuqS_Z4mAo/s200/enter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309043665058527362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pour it up&lt;br /&gt;encaliforniculation&lt;br /&gt;be still my beating heart&lt;br /&gt;i need a vacation&lt;br /&gt;in my car&lt;br /&gt;impalavolvointegra&lt;br /&gt;you show me what you want&lt;br /&gt;and giving forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whowhat you seek&lt;br /&gt;so good to meet you&lt;br /&gt;here on the seat&lt;br /&gt;thisomething special&lt;br /&gt;more appetite&lt;br /&gt;more satisfaction&lt;br /&gt;here on the seat&lt;br /&gt;thispecial action&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mocking bird&lt;br /&gt;insingasongallegation&lt;br /&gt;bowled over 20 pins&lt;br /&gt;across the migration&lt;br /&gt;marsh of law&lt;br /&gt;oconnersandradaytrader&lt;br /&gt;tune into universal&lt;br /&gt;ruth ginsberg bader&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;intoxic rant&lt;br /&gt;its only natural&lt;br /&gt;thisycophant&lt;br /&gt;employment river&lt;br /&gt;icometoyou&lt;br /&gt;you see me happy&lt;br /&gt;invindaloo&lt;br /&gt;we curry favor&lt;br /&gt;out on the beach&lt;br /&gt;where is the sailor&lt;br /&gt;playonmcduff&lt;br /&gt;lackinawareness&lt;br /&gt;verisimilitude&lt;br /&gt;pomona blister&lt;br /&gt;voice on the roof&lt;br /&gt;calling your sister&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36147084-7938887713078771388?l=raininghorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/7938887713078771388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36147084&amp;postID=7938887713078771388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/7938887713078771388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/7938887713078771388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/2009/03/enter-pomona-blister.html' title='Enter pomona blister'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/Sa2DFbjZ-II/AAAAAAAAAZw/pEuqS_Z4mAo/s72-c/enter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147084.post-8100644491395380637</id><published>2009-02-23T12:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T12:33:59.007-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cathode royale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SaMIMv3pwJI/AAAAAAAAAZg/NsOrUiVlB50/s1600-h/cathode_clockfront.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 148px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SaMIMv3pwJI/AAAAAAAAAZg/NsOrUiVlB50/s200/cathode_clockfront.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306093801073918098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doo doo doo&lt;br /&gt;a beepie beepie beepie&lt;br /&gt;doo doo doo&lt;br /&gt;a sleepy sleepy sleepy&lt;br /&gt;ray gun sam&lt;br /&gt;he caught you off your guard&lt;br /&gt;the ways of old&lt;br /&gt;are lost and gone forever&lt;br /&gt;doo doo doo&lt;br /&gt;a beepie beepie beepie&lt;br /&gt;don't you know&lt;br /&gt;that peristaltic action&lt;br /&gt;go down slow&lt;br /&gt;and take a pound of peaches&lt;br /&gt;doo doo doo&lt;br /&gt;a beepie beepie beepie&lt;br /&gt;fair untwine&lt;br /&gt;a catastrophic tango&lt;br /&gt;bell in town&lt;br /&gt;intelligence accrual&lt;br /&gt;doo doo doo&lt;br /&gt;a beepie beepie beepie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36147084-8100644491395380637?l=raininghorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/8100644491395380637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36147084&amp;postID=8100644491395380637&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/8100644491395380637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/8100644491395380637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/2009/02/cathode-royale.html' title='Cathode royale'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SaMIMv3pwJI/AAAAAAAAAZg/NsOrUiVlB50/s72-c/cathode_clockfront.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147084.post-8669360882161717608</id><published>2009-02-20T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T11:02:15.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alpine barstool</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SZ7-L9DtOZI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/bJ9gQKRVq_w/s1600-h/alpine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SZ7-L9DtOZI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/bJ9gQKRVq_w/s200/alpine.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304956892411148690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;impellanegra&lt;br /&gt;O capa leaning on a france&lt;br /&gt;inseparable&lt;br /&gt;you got me dealing in to make&lt;br /&gt;a politician&lt;br /&gt;o corazon in calculation&lt;br /&gt;going nowhere&lt;br /&gt;operationally blank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;into me high land&lt;br /&gt;into me high stones&lt;br /&gt;into me small trees&lt;br /&gt;into me effervescent springs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;growing turnips&lt;br /&gt;dealing omniscient card&lt;br /&gt;a lot of dishes&lt;br /&gt;you tipping over in the yard&lt;br /&gt;it takes a long time&lt;br /&gt;intake available designer&lt;br /&gt;compositions&lt;br /&gt;and walk away into the alpine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;appellate bar stool&lt;br /&gt;apple in toxic&lt;br /&gt;upended attic&lt;br /&gt;a pterodactyl in the spring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who souparama&lt;br /&gt;so kelly appetite decide&lt;br /&gt;it calling over&lt;br /&gt;you never knew it never why&lt;br /&gt;it pointed out now&lt;br /&gt;vestibula antriago&lt;br /&gt;devil mission&lt;br /&gt;milking opportunity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know you go there&lt;br /&gt;i know you lost me&lt;br /&gt;i know you so well&lt;br /&gt;i know you costing everything&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36147084-8669360882161717608?l=raininghorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/8669360882161717608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36147084&amp;postID=8669360882161717608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/8669360882161717608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/8669360882161717608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/2009/02/alpine-barstool.html' title='Alpine barstool'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SZ7-L9DtOZI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/bJ9gQKRVq_w/s72-c/alpine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147084.post-5556894914172875955</id><published>2009-02-17T14:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T15:01:37.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Filling station grandmother</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SZtByube2-I/AAAAAAAAAZI/Yg1cK_vRMK4/s1600-h/fillingstation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SZtByube2-I/AAAAAAAAAZI/Yg1cK_vRMK4/s200/fillingstation.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303905325871455202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she left alberta long before&lt;br /&gt;the summer heat applied its locust passion&lt;br /&gt;and trekking where the greenery&lt;br /&gt;became a drinking gourd formality&lt;br /&gt;onto mossy rocks we go&lt;br /&gt;with a notebook and a ruler&lt;br /&gt;to describe in multiple perspective&lt;br /&gt;that which only her employer could believe&lt;br /&gt;bended willow carving wind today&lt;br /&gt;along a bank that's slipping with the flood&lt;br /&gt;a bridge you need has washed away&lt;br /&gt;there is no choice but to return&lt;br /&gt;to your ancestry&lt;br /&gt;and plug the chord into the socket&lt;br /&gt;mass transit computations will relieve&lt;br /&gt;your roots are showing now&lt;br /&gt;the upper midwest tan lines bared&lt;br /&gt;the tin of braces on the stairs&lt;br /&gt;this railway lion roars your name&lt;br /&gt;it is the duty as a lover&lt;br /&gt;to be crested beaked and flutter&lt;br /&gt;at the sound of summer crackling&lt;br /&gt;like a fire&lt;br /&gt;until you wire home your report&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing left to do&lt;br /&gt;no one renting you&lt;br /&gt;work a month or so by cleaning windows&lt;br /&gt;on the cars you fill with drafts antiquity&lt;br /&gt;maybe sell a can of soda&lt;br /&gt;toward a radical key&lt;br /&gt;lets unlock that door together&lt;br /&gt;when her merchant gloves come off&lt;br /&gt;on the road back to alberta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36147084-5556894914172875955?l=raininghorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/5556894914172875955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36147084&amp;postID=5556894914172875955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/5556894914172875955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/5556894914172875955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/2009/02/filling-station-grandmother.html' title='Filling station grandmother'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SZtByube2-I/AAAAAAAAAZI/Yg1cK_vRMK4/s72-c/fillingstation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147084.post-8613608140770664825</id><published>2009-02-13T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T13:26:42.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gin tactic gracias</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SZXljPZDFXI/AAAAAAAAAZA/hs2w4V4vTWU/s1600-h/gintactic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 198px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SZXljPZDFXI/AAAAAAAAAZA/hs2w4V4vTWU/s200/gintactic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302396529888400754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a barrel of monkey&lt;br /&gt;looking for a gun&lt;br /&gt;the retribution&lt;br /&gt;opening your hand&lt;br /&gt;make a motion&lt;br /&gt;somebody objects&lt;br /&gt;interpretation&lt;br /&gt;opening the sand&lt;br /&gt;you will be swallowed&lt;br /&gt;hole in the desert&lt;br /&gt;campus interview&lt;br /&gt;financial wunderkind&lt;br /&gt;exploding shoe&lt;br /&gt;mercy on the inside&lt;br /&gt;telegraphic&lt;br /&gt;opening your hand&lt;br /&gt;stopping traffic&lt;br /&gt;where is the axis&lt;br /&gt;uptown duty&lt;br /&gt;voracious appetite&lt;br /&gt;intelligentsia&lt;br /&gt;mike and ike deal&lt;br /&gt;tony lama boots&lt;br /&gt;tell me always&lt;br /&gt;what you're thinking&lt;br /&gt;mail delivery&lt;br /&gt;tarantella&lt;br /&gt;black and white tv&lt;br /&gt;opening your hand&lt;br /&gt;electric oven&lt;br /&gt;taking temperature&lt;br /&gt;with a glove&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36147084-8613608140770664825?l=raininghorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/8613608140770664825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36147084&amp;postID=8613608140770664825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/8613608140770664825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/8613608140770664825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/2009/02/gin-tactic-gracias.html' title='Gin tactic gracias'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SZXljPZDFXI/AAAAAAAAAZA/hs2w4V4vTWU/s72-c/gintactic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147084.post-2315810413262062478</id><published>2009-02-09T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T16:21:59.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wildebeest pale infraction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SZDIo8Ml89I/AAAAAAAAAY4/7jbFAtYYGaY/s1600-h/wildebeest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 167px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SZDIo8Ml89I/AAAAAAAAAY4/7jbFAtYYGaY/s200/wildebeest.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300957367094342610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;home to your effortless chain&lt;br /&gt;in calculations he abandons you&lt;br /&gt;turning off the highway robbery&lt;br /&gt;effective two degrees&lt;br /&gt;compulsion sets him free&lt;br /&gt;on a wildebeest, imagine&lt;br /&gt;you're a carrot top, the flag is&lt;br /&gt;burning high above america&lt;br /&gt;in fervent apprehension&lt;br /&gt;of the dare you never take&lt;br /&gt;the war on drugs a piece of cake&lt;br /&gt;your sugar intake an infraction&lt;br /&gt;along the palms align reactions&lt;br /&gt;oh wildebeest, follow on&lt;br /&gt;cape and hammer, chord the song&lt;br /&gt;on your fretboard elemental&lt;br /&gt;park that lincoln continental&lt;br /&gt;belfry warning signs&lt;br /&gt;bats are hitting square defines&lt;br /&gt;morgan held his hand out to you&lt;br /&gt;will you celebrate&lt;br /&gt;burning high above chicago&lt;br /&gt;such a reprobate&lt;br /&gt;its in the can, this documentary&lt;br /&gt;starring helena and her silent sister&lt;br /&gt;come back to the rain again&lt;br /&gt;i miss your smiling winsome blue&lt;br /&gt;and giving voice to opposition&lt;br /&gt;leaning back into the wall&lt;br /&gt;i smell your fingers&lt;br /&gt;life will never start again&lt;br /&gt;lets melt the refuge&lt;br /&gt;order up a cup of rice&lt;br /&gt;so pale against the night&lt;br /&gt;this was unplanned but no surprise&lt;br /&gt;he heard you calling and your eyes&lt;br /&gt;a lamp of twisted sweetgrass&lt;br /&gt;Wildebeest along the shore&lt;br /&gt;so out of place&lt;br /&gt;inside your face&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36147084-2315810413262062478?l=raininghorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/2315810413262062478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36147084&amp;postID=2315810413262062478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/2315810413262062478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/2315810413262062478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/2009/02/wildebeest-pale-infraction.html' title='Wildebeest pale infraction'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SZDIo8Ml89I/AAAAAAAAAY4/7jbFAtYYGaY/s72-c/wildebeest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147084.post-3143269360423530333</id><published>2009-02-03T15:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T16:17:47.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Down with it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SYjepg3DIKI/AAAAAAAAAYw/FplOzYBk4jM/s1600-h/downwithit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SYjepg3DIKI/AAAAAAAAAYw/FplOzYBk4jM/s200/downwithit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298729766378217634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;accomplishment television corporeal vanish copper&lt;br /&gt;place on the elevator carageenan apoplexy&lt;br /&gt;nellie on the tellie with a jewel in her belly&lt;br /&gt;like it is down with it like it is down with it like it is&lt;br /&gt;down with it&lt;br /&gt;melotron evaluation paris france incorporation&lt;br /&gt;duty free misty eyes palomino raininghorse&lt;br /&gt;raining in your eyes with a tear and a promise&lt;br /&gt;like it is down with it like it is down with it like it is&lt;br /&gt;down with it&lt;br /&gt;hoping for a chance take a chance you were hoping for&lt;br /&gt;a castle in the sky in the sky you were reaching for&lt;br /&gt;the rockets the rockets blowing out your pockets&lt;br /&gt;like it is down with it like it is down with it like it is&lt;br /&gt;down with it&lt;br /&gt;plastic well enough to abrogate intelligence&lt;br /&gt;illusionary vision copper kettle in the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;what you know what you want to what you want to know you know&lt;br /&gt;like it is down with it like it is down with it like it is&lt;br /&gt;down with it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36147084-3143269360423530333?l=raininghorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/3143269360423530333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36147084&amp;postID=3143269360423530333&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/3143269360423530333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/3143269360423530333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/2009/02/down-with-it.html' title='Down with it'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SYjepg3DIKI/AAAAAAAAAYw/FplOzYBk4jM/s72-c/downwithit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147084.post-3662132516889670644</id><published>2009-01-29T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T16:41:59.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zebra mash</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SYJM0kOlo2I/AAAAAAAAAYo/QNmqTgPZT9s/s1600-h/zebramash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 197px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SYJM0kOlo2I/AAAAAAAAAYo/QNmqTgPZT9s/s200/zebramash.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296880577702896482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he did the&lt;br /&gt;he did the&lt;br /&gt;messin' with you&lt;br /&gt;messin' with you&lt;br /&gt;purple alligator&lt;br /&gt;purple alligator&lt;br /&gt;i'm in here&lt;br /&gt;i'm in here&lt;br /&gt;you gotta walk that line&lt;br /&gt;talk that shimmer shine&lt;br /&gt;make it like a &lt;br /&gt;break it like a&lt;br /&gt;zebra zee-e-e-e-ba-a-ra&lt;br /&gt;you turn it&lt;br /&gt;you turn it&lt;br /&gt;peggin it through&lt;br /&gt;peggin it through&lt;br /&gt;moses on the mountain&lt;br /&gt;moses on the mountain&lt;br /&gt;you gotta walk that line&lt;br /&gt;talk that shimmer shine&lt;br /&gt;make it like a &lt;br /&gt;break it like a&lt;br /&gt;zebra zee-e-e-e-ba-a-ra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36147084-3662132516889670644?l=raininghorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/3662132516889670644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36147084&amp;postID=3662132516889670644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/3662132516889670644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/3662132516889670644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/2009/01/zebra-mash.html' title='Zebra mash'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SYJM0kOlo2I/AAAAAAAAAYo/QNmqTgPZT9s/s72-c/zebramash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147084.post-5513820199952133808</id><published>2009-01-27T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T16:49:30.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nettles will</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SX-rM3Hw5QI/AAAAAAAAAYg/3uxJ6gaes-o/s1600-h/nettles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 142px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SX-rM3Hw5QI/AAAAAAAAAYg/3uxJ6gaes-o/s200/nettles.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296139924254287106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;palomino formless antiquity&lt;br /&gt;darwin roots mechanical distance&lt;br /&gt;lost in forest sponge and toil&lt;br /&gt;entertain her wilting&lt;br /&gt;simple tips in shading&lt;br /&gt;melt appliance wander fun&lt;br /&gt;delicate amber wrinkle&lt;br /&gt;gals and guys behavior&lt;br /&gt;ornate bubble approval&lt;br /&gt;guesswork domination laugh&lt;br /&gt;in pinto rhizome&lt;br /&gt;casting dice foil reaches&lt;br /&gt;garden of jane&lt;br /&gt;dilettante gregarious apple&lt;br /&gt;hint of western salt&lt;br /&gt;impede licensure dogmatic&lt;br /&gt;rung over handing philharmonic&lt;br /&gt;this plaque gaps&lt;br /&gt;crates oblique homosapien&lt;br /&gt;nettles will originate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36147084-5513820199952133808?l=raininghorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/5513820199952133808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36147084&amp;postID=5513820199952133808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/5513820199952133808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/5513820199952133808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/2009/01/nettles-will.html' title='Nettles will'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SX-rM3Hw5QI/AAAAAAAAAYg/3uxJ6gaes-o/s72-c/nettles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147084.post-9060346909429530857</id><published>2009-01-26T11:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T11:54:43.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Railing helm purgatory</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SX4U_obY6VI/AAAAAAAAAYY/8eCO4bSn5Z4/s1600-h/railing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 131px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SX4U_obY6VI/AAAAAAAAAYY/8eCO4bSn5Z4/s200/railing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295693295250893138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Betty simple turn around devouring hours of time&lt;br /&gt;your hands are tied when economic challenges&lt;br /&gt;describe you well and train inspector vanishings&lt;br /&gt;Our father knows about a multiplier destiny&lt;br /&gt;horizons smoking with an opportunity you all behave the same&lt;br /&gt;our corkscrew simulation raises an awareness&lt;br /&gt;of the spoils, wars are fought and promises of peace&lt;br /&gt;determine which release will hit top 40&lt;br /&gt;don't mark my words up on your wall until tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;straight wheels will borrow tracks to roll in&lt;br /&gt;on the sea you have to hold in your aggression&lt;br /&gt;no confession will suffice until you've been here once or twice&lt;br /&gt;a stroll in your shoes impressive debuts&lt;br /&gt;all the star power keeps a candle in the window&lt;br /&gt;in person life is so much larger than the movie made it seem&lt;br /&gt;grass is greener it would organize your efforts&lt;br /&gt;to be wild awhile today&lt;br /&gt;let the corners of your imagination play&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36147084-9060346909429530857?l=raininghorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/9060346909429530857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36147084&amp;postID=9060346909429530857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/9060346909429530857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/9060346909429530857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/2009/01/railing-helm-purgatory.html' title='Railing helm purgatory'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SX4U_obY6VI/AAAAAAAAAYY/8eCO4bSn5Z4/s72-c/railing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147084.post-7685184066853350397</id><published>2009-01-21T11:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T13:49:56.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boxing rent habit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SXd2ASjz0dI/AAAAAAAAAYE/m4deJ-rTClA/s1600-h/boxing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293829634351419858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SXd2ASjz0dI/AAAAAAAAAYE/m4deJ-rTClA/s200/boxing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Li-la-li in the clearing&lt;br /&gt;evidence your day is nearing&lt;br /&gt;make that mark upon your face&lt;br /&gt;to hold your chin up, let the laces&lt;br /&gt;on your boots describe a shadow&lt;br /&gt;you are opening&lt;br /&gt;to the world&lt;br /&gt;like a flowering explosion&lt;br /&gt;from the corner&lt;br /&gt;dripping wet with guarded mouth&lt;br /&gt;and slipping into gloves of leather&lt;br /&gt;on your feet as light as feather&lt;br /&gt;but you hit him hard&lt;br /&gt;you hit him terribly&lt;br /&gt;a lamp of mercy shines above&lt;br /&gt;your gaze is locked into the love of&lt;br /&gt;mercy killing&lt;br /&gt;blood is spilling on the mat&lt;br /&gt;you haven't wept too long&lt;br /&gt;about selected memories&lt;br /&gt;to know that this will be the day&lt;br /&gt;you are opening&lt;br /&gt;to the world&lt;br /&gt;like a flowering explosion&lt;br /&gt;from the corner&lt;br /&gt;helping out that charity&lt;br /&gt;florescent glowing smoke and mirrors&lt;br /&gt;cameras flashing when&lt;br /&gt;you hit him again&lt;br /&gt;and every seat becomes a stand&lt;br /&gt;you have them eating from you hand&lt;br /&gt;you are a winner&lt;br /&gt;winning for those children who&lt;br /&gt;believe in miracles&lt;br /&gt;a combination and a jab&lt;br /&gt;were all you needed, all you had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(basic tracks recorded August 12, 2009)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36147084-7685184066853350397?l=raininghorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/7685184066853350397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36147084&amp;postID=7685184066853350397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/7685184066853350397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/7685184066853350397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/2009/01/boxing-rent-habit.html' title='Boxing rent habit'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SXd2ASjz0dI/AAAAAAAAAYE/m4deJ-rTClA/s72-c/boxing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147084.post-1237515760164473704</id><published>2009-01-15T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T16:42:25.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Siempre duality</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SW_X6-tTxiI/AAAAAAAAAX8/Rh5VMpAjrWw/s1600-h/siempre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SW_X6-tTxiI/AAAAAAAAAX8/Rh5VMpAjrWw/s200/siempre.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291685495449044514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twin survives technical fall in fencing match, a combination jab treating each individual leaf as quintessential tree, married vocation not angry with bolted metal ceiling fan, swallowed the birdsong until help arrives, meticulous grooming fortune hunter gobble, mystery turkey plays operational dance card on left-handed doll, make miracles happen down pillowy street worn at heel, garden whiplash, ended up just like his dad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36147084-1237515760164473704?l=raininghorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/1237515760164473704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36147084&amp;postID=1237515760164473704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/1237515760164473704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/1237515760164473704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/2009/01/siempre-duality.html' title='Siempre duality'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SW_X6-tTxiI/AAAAAAAAAX8/Rh5VMpAjrWw/s72-c/siempre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147084.post-5656430602713472475</id><published>2009-01-14T16:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T16:43:06.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gaps melodrama peatmoss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SW6GkBmrDTI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/6MDk8o7HTpM/s1600-h/gap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SW6GkBmrDTI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/6MDk8o7HTpM/s200/gap.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291314565670964530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long pans, turning lens, bashful personage, implicit relation, down fog, open homer, diligent recluse, pill wrestler, neutral melt, operatic virgo, plead acumen, believe helper, on constitution, gorilla waltz, donut empty, burden sense, intermediate hog, big world, plaque demon, sitting walgreen, maximum wrench, toad aperitif, skeletal dump, elf farmland, nelly vole, partition occupancy, melon hump, deer koolaid, sincere garbanzo, blood master.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36147084-5656430602713472475?l=raininghorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/5656430602713472475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36147084&amp;postID=5656430602713472475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/5656430602713472475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/5656430602713472475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/2009/01/gaps-melodrama-peatmoss.html' title='Gaps melodrama peatmoss'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SW6GkBmrDTI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/6MDk8o7HTpM/s72-c/gap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147084.post-1274993185627164487</id><published>2009-01-12T11:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T13:52:32.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Matriculation dill winter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SWug07ssBEI/AAAAAAAAAXI/2DF88vY7ylk/s1600-h/matriculation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 194px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290499018515547202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SWug07ssBEI/AAAAAAAAAXI/2DF88vY7ylk/s200/matriculation.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his refreshing seed&lt;br /&gt;durable absolution&lt;br /&gt;blinking awareness&lt;br /&gt;focused on your silence&lt;br /&gt;being wheeled around&lt;br /&gt;some hallway, some rail&lt;br /&gt;matriculation swords&lt;br /&gt;cold holding cold&lt;br /&gt;a cup of wine&lt;br /&gt;hens scratch back&lt;br /&gt;dill and chamomile&lt;br /&gt;performing dances&lt;br /&gt;out of snow&lt;br /&gt;flattened then flowering&lt;br /&gt;undisturbed passers by&lt;br /&gt;sand swept to side&lt;br /&gt;young universe&lt;br /&gt;beetles taking over&lt;br /&gt;a blended call&lt;br /&gt;who who who&lt;br /&gt;caw caw caw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(basic tracks recorded June 4, 2009)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36147084-1274993185627164487?l=raininghorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/1274993185627164487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36147084&amp;postID=1274993185627164487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/1274993185627164487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/1274993185627164487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/2009/01/matriculation-dill-winter.html' title='Matriculation dill winter'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SWug07ssBEI/AAAAAAAAAXI/2DF88vY7ylk/s72-c/matriculation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147084.post-3948852901912104834</id><published>2009-01-10T15:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T15:54:10.274-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Darwin voiceover</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SWk1GyTQ00I/AAAAAAAAAXA/gSY1NGFlozY/s1600-h/darwin_awards.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 144px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SWk1GyTQ00I/AAAAAAAAAXA/gSY1NGFlozY/s200/darwin_awards.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289817628021412674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Order descent acrimony tuna personable decibel&lt;br /&gt;Attempted mudra beknownst carbon belly flop&lt;br /&gt;Hetrovirus megatwist pelican mint lovable&lt;br /&gt;Extra hoop dishes intravenous argon hippie&lt;br /&gt;Nest density regain earnest bicycle clock&lt;br /&gt;Heaven anteater gymnastic parallel hobnob&lt;br /&gt;Elucidation element gibbon mercurial blessing&lt;br /&gt;This message is for you, are you reading?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36147084-3948852901912104834?l=raininghorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/3948852901912104834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36147084&amp;postID=3948852901912104834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/3948852901912104834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/3948852901912104834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/2009/01/darwin-voiceover.html' title='Darwin voiceover'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SWk1GyTQ00I/AAAAAAAAAXA/gSY1NGFlozY/s72-c/darwin_awards.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147084.post-5166809194658293030</id><published>2009-01-07T15:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T16:21:36.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Purpose errant longhouse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SWVHBJe25xI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gg9HvnkkQ38/s1600-h/purpose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 152px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SWVHBJe25xI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gg9HvnkkQ38/s200/purpose.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288711422467303186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My shaman drum is quiet, no dark solo journey for awhile,&lt;br /&gt;Rather dancing in community light, acknowledging the void,&lt;br /&gt;Bending my body through channels, around your arms, your back,&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps lifting you up on my hip, telling smiles, remembering to breathe,&lt;br /&gt;All in all these conversations blend well with polished river stone,&lt;br /&gt;Wooden instruments for beating down barriers into that world,&lt;br /&gt;Climbing down with confidence through roots and soil,&lt;br /&gt;Meeting those allies who specified how to release and unwind old wounds,&lt;br /&gt;Saying hello again, asking that perfectly-worded question,&lt;br /&gt;Huge space in barn filling with voice, banjo accompaniment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36147084-5166809194658293030?l=raininghorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/5166809194658293030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36147084&amp;postID=5166809194658293030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/5166809194658293030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/5166809194658293030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/2009/01/purpose-errant-longhouse.html' title='Purpose errant longhouse'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SWVHBJe25xI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gg9HvnkkQ38/s72-c/purpose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147084.post-5400795759058879099</id><published>2009-01-05T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T13:36:47.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Volunteer pleistocene</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SWJ9aeQyraI/AAAAAAAAAWw/4K1PuO2hquI/s1600-h/volunteer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SWJ9aeQyraI/AAAAAAAAAWw/4K1PuO2hquI/s200/volunteer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287926806239948194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hibble and hyde dance moves corrected by falling under bus&lt;br /&gt;telling mystery not to rationalize virgin hypotheses&lt;br /&gt;but now long held canopy recitations blaze new trails to turnover filling&lt;br /&gt;melted oblong distractions mercilessly when head over heels whaling was finished&lt;br /&gt;black atom programming its delicious mr vicious&lt;br /&gt;help contour hillside garden ragamuffin ventricle on ever-expanding wormhole&lt;br /&gt;beast hip cabinet vitamin bird-in-hand matriculation of pebble beach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36147084-5400795759058879099?l=raininghorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/5400795759058879099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36147084&amp;postID=5400795759058879099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/5400795759058879099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/5400795759058879099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/2009/01/volunteer-pleistocene.html' title='Volunteer pleistocene'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SWJ9aeQyraI/AAAAAAAAAWw/4K1PuO2hquI/s72-c/volunteer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147084.post-8149169508004678431</id><published>2008-12-16T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T16:34:51.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arizona dew furniture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SUhJHIEL7oI/AAAAAAAAAWo/mQSRLST5Efc/s1600-h/aridew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 153px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SUhJHIEL7oI/AAAAAAAAAWo/mQSRLST5Efc/s200/aridew.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280550949864861314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"DEW Office Furniture offers a great selection of quality office and seating solutions at low discounted prices. We carry a large inventory of chairs, stools, and now office furniture that are in stock and ready to ship. Browse through our wide selection of office furniture suites or customize your own desk to fit your specific needs. Finish your office with a matching conference table, reception station, or a high quality leather executive chair." (DEW Office Furniture website)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mill walking standard drink filipino verbatim happyclam dump wood elemental craggy sunflower destination billmelater vacuum pebble intake messianic gobble fly bentley corrugated helpdesk neurotic gill testtube gorganzola inmate taller fig gift trample argon dutiful sonny birkenstock dealbreaker satisfaction ear mental polecat hentai zebraskin ding after wristwatch elevation betting hump restore pelegrino mystery entertainment jerkin keepsake longsuffering noodle opinion quietly reconnected to understanding vertical xray youngblood&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36147084-8149169508004678431?l=raininghorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/8149169508004678431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36147084&amp;postID=8149169508004678431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/8149169508004678431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/8149169508004678431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/2008/12/arizona-dew-furniture.html' title='Arizona dew furniture'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SUhJHIEL7oI/AAAAAAAAAWo/mQSRLST5Efc/s72-c/aridew.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147084.post-4156965663237243026</id><published>2008-12-02T10:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T10:47:46.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantail alexie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/STWCvfVdnrI/AAAAAAAAAWg/RmUbhy7-XMo/s1600-h/fantail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 87px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/STWCvfVdnrI/AAAAAAAAAWg/RmUbhy7-XMo/s200/fantail.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275266290911387314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it says in the bi laws&lt;br /&gt;of your sanctity&lt;br /&gt;that my tuneful expression&lt;br /&gt;of absolute design&lt;br /&gt;compares all your shadows&lt;br /&gt;to tongue-waggin' ladders&lt;br /&gt;make turn-around an aggregate&lt;br /&gt;of composition scuttlebutt&lt;br /&gt;orion, horizon, dentition of my soul&lt;br /&gt;are you listening&lt;br /&gt;to an oboe&lt;br /&gt;piercing through the orchestration&lt;br /&gt;in a haunting celebration&lt;br /&gt;of those long lost days&lt;br /&gt;when did you see her&lt;br /&gt;on the palisade&lt;br /&gt;taller columns around her&lt;br /&gt;are they roman are they greek&lt;br /&gt;true moss growing fervor&lt;br /&gt;a telemetric server&lt;br /&gt;in due respect the lawn was wrecked&lt;br /&gt;with skidmarks from your wagontrain&lt;br /&gt;a seagull, so regal, expression newly full&lt;br /&gt;are you listening&lt;br /&gt;to an oboe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We negotiated the curves down from the Suicide Cliff, and went further downhill until we reached La Fiesta and then we turned left, went uphill and sped toward the direction of the tank. As we got closer, the tank appeared like a space ship looming large. Then we turned right and went farther uphill, driving along a paved road with thick grass encroaching on it. After 15 minutes of non-stop driving and mowing down the tall grass, we reached the place — Laderan Tangke." (By Alexie Villegas Zotomayor, Marianas Variety, Fro Nov 10, 2006)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36147084-4156965663237243026?l=raininghorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/4156965663237243026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36147084&amp;postID=4156965663237243026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/4156965663237243026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/4156965663237243026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/2008/12/fantail-alexie.html' title='Fantail alexie'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/STWCvfVdnrI/AAAAAAAAAWg/RmUbhy7-XMo/s72-c/fantail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147084.post-3384087189063726167</id><published>2008-11-21T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T15:29:38.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somnambulist breeze</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SSdEFRKSKAI/AAAAAAAAAWE/YSbiYIDJWyk/s1600-h/somnambulist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271256746157025282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SSdEFRKSKAI/AAAAAAAAAWE/YSbiYIDJWyk/s200/somnambulist.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"(all of &lt;a onmouseup="document.cookie='lastnode_id=0; ; path=/'; 1;" href="http://everything2.com/e2node/The%20king%20of%20somnambulists%20demands%20more%20and%20better%20moons"&gt;The king of somnambulists demands more and better moons&lt;/a&gt;, no other writeups in this node) (&lt;a href="http://everything2.com/index.pl?node_id=1546040"&gt;idea&lt;/a&gt;) by "etouffee"&gt;&lt;a onmouseup="document.cookie='lastnode_id=0; ; path=/'; 1;" href="http://everything2.com/user/etouffee"&gt;etouffee&lt;/a&gt; (18.3 hr) Sat Jul 10 2004 at 20:20:12&lt;br /&gt;There are a &lt;a onmouseup="document.cookie='lastnode_id=0; ; path=/'; 1;" class="populated" title="the heavenly host" href="http://everything2.com/title/the%20heavenly%20host"&gt;multitude&lt;/a&gt; of windows upstairs Some half open and filled with &lt;a onmouseup="document.cookie='lastnode_id=0; ; path=/'; 1;" class="populated" title="blue moon" href="http://everything2.com/title/blue%20moon"&gt;blue moonlight&lt;/a&gt;. Others shaded with &lt;a onmouseup="document.cookie='lastnode_id=0; ; path=/'; 1;" class="populated" title="reckless disregard" href="http://everything2.com/title/reckless%20disregard"&gt;apathetic drapes&lt;/a&gt;. Walking down the hallway he is apt to bump into paintings on the walls. Oblivious to &lt;a onmouseup="document.cookie='lastnode_id=0; ; path=/'; 1;" class="populated" title="Art history major" href="http://everything2.com/title/Art%20history%20major"&gt;art appreciation&lt;/a&gt;. It is also not unusual for him to &lt;a onmouseup="document.cookie='lastnode_id=0; ; path=/'; 1;" class="populated" title="this is why she stays" href="http://everything2.com/title/this%20is%20why%20she%20stays"&gt;leave the kitchen light on&lt;/a&gt; after fixing a snack, but it is strange for him to &lt;a onmouseup="document.cookie='lastnode_id=0; ; path=/'; 1;" class="populated" title="psychokiller" href="http://everything2.com/title/psychokiller"&gt;take a knife back to bed afterwards&lt;/a&gt;. There is no use in asking him directly, because he never &lt;a onmouseup="document.cookie='lastnode_id=0; ; path=/'; 1;" class="populated" title="don't speak" href="http://everything2.com/title/don"&gt;talks in his sleep&lt;/a&gt;." (etoufee on everything2.com)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;when i was a beggar moving between lovers, nodding off at the sound of goodbye, trading drainage applications for white noise generator cavalier blessings, a duty of nerves, cauldron boiling wishes understated when navel academia ventriloquist rationalization caught on zipper descending staircase brancusi offering, dipped in gold, magnificent regalia helping gull spit craft shell shock drop pavement oyster leach drift wayward, into sea out of bed a bitter melon telling all my head to split and spill, scattering spear-shaped seeds through corridors of apprehension, milk that gift or heft goat skin lapels through fashionable conversations, writing on wall or drawing dark horizons within simplicity, my notions wilt in excessive heat by driving late-night opportunity into early morning front seat montana mountain sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36147084-3384087189063726167?l=raininghorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/3384087189063726167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36147084&amp;postID=3384087189063726167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/3384087189063726167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/3384087189063726167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/2008/11/somnambulist-breeze.html' title='Somnambulist breeze'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SSdEFRKSKAI/AAAAAAAAAWE/YSbiYIDJWyk/s72-c/somnambulist.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147084.post-320406300138180095</id><published>2008-11-06T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T11:30:05.267-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SRNFcK6W8HI/AAAAAAAAAV8/zzMlsu1d51o/s1600-h/andrain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265628739594023026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SRNFcK6W8HI/AAAAAAAAAV8/zzMlsu1d51o/s200/andrain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;tell yourself again, what scent lies ahead, my hay or theater curtains, once a banana - always a vegetarian dish, beer now, what television is this, and on the seventh wristwatch hands were laid at rest, not that again, devil is in the retails, as goes avgolemono - so goes opossum, sacking krill went kurps to spill, down by the liver I bought my daisy, diner won't you snow - diner won't you snow - diner won't you snow your corn, thick as a snickers, rants in your stance, penny and the bets, four snore and sentence fears are low, our bother - who's art is kevin - haul the wood free by train - my kiddie's thumb - why spill the rum - on birth anise fizz eleven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Veteran filmmaker Barry Levinson (who gave us "Good Morning Vietnam" and "Rain Man" as well as the sci-fi botch "Sphere" and the Ben Stiller-Jack Black comedy you never heart of, "Envy") could write a book about the vagaries of Hollywood. Instead, he has filmed another droll movieland memoir, producer Art Linson's "What Just Happened?"&lt;br /&gt;The movie, starring Robert De Niro as a producer juggling familial and creative crises, with Sean Penn and Bruce Willis playing satirical variants of themselves, is the latest in a long-running Hollywood tradition of cheeky glimpses behind the industry's red velvet curtain. " (Colin Covert, Star Tribune, Minneapolis)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36147084-320406300138180095?l=raininghorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/320406300138180095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36147084&amp;postID=320406300138180095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/320406300138180095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/320406300138180095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/2008/11/and-rain.html' title='And rain'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SRNFcK6W8HI/AAAAAAAAAV8/zzMlsu1d51o/s72-c/andrain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147084.post-3417735167229724622</id><published>2008-10-27T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T10:26:30.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oblong validation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SQX3j6nmIoI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SxzEeqvrNX0/s1600-h/vaildation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261883936055108226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SQX3j6nmIoI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SxzEeqvrNX0/s200/vaildation.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Inductive coin validation system and payphone using it: A coin validation arrangement, usable for example in pay telephones, uses one or more inductive sensors (17) having a small effective magnetic field so that the inductive sensor (17) responds only to the material of a strip across the coin. Preferably a plurality of inductive sensors (17) are used, mounted at different heights above the floor (23) of the coin guide, at different positions along the coin path. At each position along the coin path there may be either one or a plurality of inductive sensors (17). Preferably the inductive sensors (17) are surface mount inductors on a printed circuit board which forms part of one wall (19) of the coin guide. Such arrangements are particularly useful for recognising coins having an outer ring made of a different material from the central disc, and for distinguishing such coins from uniform composition coins." (Free Patents Online)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like an orbiting particle around nucleus of earth center gravitational, we hip spin to stillness integrating dance breath wonder falling into merging introspection hug guard drop feast, allow air lift holding validation in oblong ritual, misting sweat eyes burning heels on wooden platform launch, derivation impulse congruent ballast virtuosity turn lift cancan halogen retrofit beacon duration epicenter handheld nest, bleeding rockhound carved wings plaster reach faust in furious backhand religion, how still we see thee light, our damp clothing slowly renting dubbed art frame well of fractal rucker notions, now lunch habitation, dawn flight back in touch, driving home over dense forest carbon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36147084-3417735167229724622?l=raininghorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/3417735167229724622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36147084&amp;postID=3417735167229724622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/3417735167229724622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/3417735167229724622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/2008/10/oblong-validation.html' title='Oblong validation'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SQX3j6nmIoI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SxzEeqvrNX0/s72-c/vaildation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147084.post-752994318312009095</id><published>2008-10-07T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T16:55:52.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zim zam zoom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SOv3AkHbj0I/AAAAAAAAAQc/c-v3LjdMzBw/s1600-h/zimzam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254564979324718914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SOv3AkHbj0I/AAAAAAAAAQc/c-v3LjdMzBw/s200/zimzam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;intention replay virtual horn swallow nest blue note crumble on coffee table whitestock balance dipping note replay oboe fundamental orchestration value caption let go recognition some thumb silver key replay vacation absolution onetwothree action best reckless vanity help hold this page open black white telemetric replay heck edmonds nesting lapdog imposition dusty hogtie next to nothing give in go forward replay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"One of the sweetest sets ever cut by organist Ron Levy -- and a record that's done very much in the mode of the older Prestige soul jazz and jazz funk that first inspired his work! Of course, that relation to Prestige is no surprise -- given that Ron's working here with Melvin Sparks on guitar and Idris Muhammad on drums -- who both help give the record a feel that's a lot more classic than you might expect for the date. But the real star of the set is Levy, whose clean, lean lines on the Hammond B-3 recall the early genius of Charles Earland at its best! Titles include "Zim Zam Zoom", "Lost Tribes", "Sons Of Abraham", "Last Go Round", "Silver Cannonball", and "Lonely Avenue". (DustyGroove newsletter)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36147084-752994318312009095?l=raininghorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/752994318312009095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36147084&amp;postID=752994318312009095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/752994318312009095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/752994318312009095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/2008/10/zim-zam-zoom.html' title='Zim zam zoom'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SOv3AkHbj0I/AAAAAAAAAQc/c-v3LjdMzBw/s72-c/zimzam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147084.post-1182595994851266779</id><published>2008-10-03T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T11:37:39.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nuptial cornrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SOZmaWYnLZI/AAAAAAAAAQU/KRsDbAEFFI0/s1600-h/nuptial.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252998618245705106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SOZmaWYnLZI/AAAAAAAAAQU/KRsDbAEFFI0/s200/nuptial.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"In India, wedding festivities, laced with arduous cultural rituals, are indispensable to the nuptial itself. So the phrase “weddings are made in Heaven and celebrated in India” is not an overstatement. The nation’s first Prime Minister, Jawaharlal Nehru, might have seeded that cultural microbe when he heaved his wedding celebration in 1916 for six weeks. In West Africa, the Mandingo ethnic group is notorious for its elaborate wedding pageantry that sometime takes years of planning, which culminates into days of festivities and cultural rites." (Robert V. Sesay 2005) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;trace elements grab hats, thrown into ravines of whale bone trouser revival, notching nests on toothless blades of steel, drandworthy corolla vantage point, bootless virtual placebo gamble, apprehensive oblong mechanical bullring appetite, tweedledee recompensing valued forward ballistic cantilever apple bean whip roper, on wrestling days mad help zippers up bellybug moochie for whistling gristle to comb his hairy legs, oh thee wringling supposition, down recognizable glasses this long nose whose tribal unknowns carve on mountainside, only now will panic drive the market, flying nooses gain hopping ants for halloween ride, stay focused.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36147084-1182595994851266779?l=raininghorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/1182595994851266779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36147084&amp;postID=1182595994851266779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/1182595994851266779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/1182595994851266779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/2008/10/nuptial-cornrow.html' title='Nuptial cornrow'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SOZmaWYnLZI/AAAAAAAAAQU/KRsDbAEFFI0/s72-c/nuptial.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147084.post-2777834549154129570</id><published>2008-09-17T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T14:48:12.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brainstorm vole</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SNF7CYQfFmI/AAAAAAAAAQM/lz9_vR5O8Ic/s1600-h/brainstorm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247110321664890466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SNF7CYQfFmI/AAAAAAAAAQM/lz9_vR5O8Ic/s200/brainstorm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;in a short nights sleep reconstitution happens, morning bath by candlelight, pockets fill with required items for the day, keys, more keys, motorcycle keys, wallet, checkbook, gate remote, reading glasses, and i also pack up walker's suit, shoes, and kore's dress for a motorcycle ride. its not a scramble, not an egg, now is now and fission voles break ground lebam belief system drumming down the shaman path, cyanotic skyround full moon pilferfund, dipping souls, dampening this pugetsound aircanal, language breathing moisture into newplants whose tender roots were repositioned, like 'a lone ambassador' (from lyrics for "lead time", a yet-to-be effectively recorded tune from the mid-90's) lunch today with mr robinson, call from dave e, all roads leading to familycone, icecreamstation, barnaclebill frequency on radio of hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="itemtitle itemundeleted" id="title-4510" href="http://brainstorm.ubuntu.com/idea/4510/"&gt;Crank Up the Volume&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by &lt;a class="authorlink" href="http://brainstorm.ubuntu.com/contributor/fester225/"&gt;fester225&lt;/a&gt; the 13 Mar 08 at 17:09. Category: Hardware support. Related to: Nothing/Others. New&lt;br /&gt;When using Amarok, Rhythm Box, or any other Ubuntu based music program, the volume comes out at about a third of what it did when operating under the vole. Turning up the volume controls all the way on-screen as well as on the physical speakers produces less than adequate volume. Please turn up the volume from the sound cards. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36147084-2777834549154129570?l=raininghorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/2777834549154129570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36147084&amp;postID=2777834549154129570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/2777834549154129570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/2777834549154129570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/2008/09/brainstorm-vole.html' title='Brainstorm vole'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SNF7CYQfFmI/AAAAAAAAAQM/lz9_vR5O8Ic/s72-c/brainstorm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147084.post-7362751216630751191</id><published>2008-09-12T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T09:14:24.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Periwinkle soybean</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SMqVWcUEnZI/AAAAAAAAAQE/zWX07c1LlMY/s1600-h/periwinkle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245168928816405906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SMqVWcUEnZI/AAAAAAAAAQE/zWX07c1LlMY/s200/periwinkle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Cytokinin treatment of periwinkle callus cultures increased the accumulation of a protein, designated T1, in two-dimensional separated protein extracts. The first 30 NH2-terminal amino acids were determined by Edman degradation and showed significant sequence homology with intracellular pathogenesis-related (IPR) plant proteins and the Bet v 1 allergen family. The deduced amino acid sequence of cDNAs coding for T1, isolated by RT-PCR and 5 RACE-PCR, exhibited an average sequence identity of 40% with both IPR and Bet v 1-related allergens. T1 and all related proteins contained a p-loop motif typically found in nucleotide-binding proteins as the most conserved sequence feature. Northern blot analysis showed that cytokinin treatment of periwinkle callus induced T1 transcripts, whereas addition of 2,4-dichlorophenoxyacetic acid inhibited this accumulation. Hybridization of genomic periwinkle DNA with the T1 cDNA suggested that the protein is encoded by a single-copy gene. Immunoblot studies with a panel of Bet v 1-specific antibodies and sera from Bet v 1 allergic individuals identified T1 as a protein that is immunologically distinct from the Bet v 1 allergen family and has no allergenic properties." ( Springer. &lt;a href="http://www.springer-sbm.de/" target="_blank"&gt;Part of Springer Science+Business Media &lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;inverted sugar plum fairies danced outside the headroom vanity mirror turntable omnivore whose protein sources vibrated loose when blue heron cackle rung sharp regional waves of frequency undetermined across marsh missing whole family cracker barrel fugazi tumbleweed milktoast ambercrombie dilettante knuckleheads going to and fro in field and forest burning out the home fire juniper berry capcomb smithereen halls of venus compacted retracted level bumpy tourmaline mysterious cauliflower encapsulation growing crystalline blue periwinkle soybean handwoven weedhoop cantelope knowitall billybongs wherein laughing ducktail curiosity creamed the cornwall vegetarian synthesis bone marrow cabinet leveling huge rich fields of populous green hovering seeds into calm wordless seasons of growing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36147084-7362751216630751191?l=raininghorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/7362751216630751191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36147084&amp;postID=7362751216630751191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/7362751216630751191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/7362751216630751191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/2008/09/periwinkle-soybean.html' title='Periwinkle soybean'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SMqVWcUEnZI/AAAAAAAAAQE/zWX07c1LlMY/s72-c/periwinkle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147084.post-1946015732732599207</id><published>2008-08-20T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T16:34:20.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Devils tower underground</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SKyp9BpHq_I/AAAAAAAAAP8/Kz9p03NCW28/s1600-h/devils.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236747332603063282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SKyp9BpHq_I/AAAAAAAAAP8/Kz9p03NCW28/s200/devils.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;as children we ganged in our rapid city secret society, the judy avenue gang of bicycle hoodlums ages 4 through 8, tearing up the roads, burning, smoking, stealing, giving all sorts of looks to all sorts of alarmed adults, hiding in the back yards, bikes laid out next to each other as the angry store owners drove by, answering to the police when they came to the door with big doe eyes of innocent concern and fear, no vandal no i, no arson no thief, not i, just baby innocent boy with rolled-up jeans and crewcut, green schwinn bike, just the right size for my 5-year-old speedster abilities, sidewalk, street, over the curb, across the lawn, up the dirtpath, through the weeds, keep pedalling and let the wind blow free, find that quiet corner to hide and listen to the howling rage of broken weather, fast from the east, tornado tearing down the fence, gone now, everyone can climb on through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"There are two theories about how Devils Tower formed. One theory holds that Devils Tower is a laccolith. A laccolith is a large mass of igneous (volcanic) rock which intruded through sedimentary rock beds but did not actually reach the surface, producing a rounded bulge in the sedimentary layers above. The other theory is that Devils Tower is a volcanic plug, or the neck of an extinct volcano. The composition of the volcanic material that makes up Devils Tower suggests that the magma body was fairly thick when it formed, thus enabling it to maintain the shape it presently has. A thinner magma body would form a hard layer over a wider area that resists erosion and remains a flat plateau. But, since it was relatively thick, the magma pushed into a massive lump, forming its visible shape. The magma then solidified, preserving Devils Tower." (answeringenesis.org)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36147084-1946015732732599207?l=raininghorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/1946015732732599207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36147084&amp;postID=1946015732732599207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/1946015732732599207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/1946015732732599207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/2008/08/devils-tower-underground.html' title='Devils tower underground'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SKyp9BpHq_I/AAAAAAAAAP8/Kz9p03NCW28/s72-c/devils.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147084.post-8436854207122506412</id><published>2008-08-18T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T11:37:04.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meaning past, milepost 103</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SKnA7EbrSuI/AAAAAAAAAP0/oLxvuQXnEaM/s1600-h/meaning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235928162829552354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SKnA7EbrSuI/AAAAAAAAAP0/oLxvuQXnEaM/s200/meaning.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Following the described events, and continuing southward on US 84, we observed two additional Guadalupe sheriff's vehicles working the next few miles in that county, all three handing out tickets. Maybe it was a "revenue enhancement" scheme underway. Not much traffic, like I said, but there must have been a goodly percentage of out-of-state travelers who would be disinclined to return and contest questionable traffic citations. If it actually was a speed trap, they picked a good spot for it. Highway 84 receives cars leaving the presently horrible surface of over-used Interstate 40, where the speed limit is dangerously posted as 75 mph (upon which bumpy road I had cautiously and judiciously traveled at 65)." (Laurence A. Keith, October 1, 2004; from Letter to New Mexico)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;helen voice, turkey lamb baste found resting, cup oval white composition 3 layer harmony, plenitude grass, telephony bleeding milepost 103, squirrel tone whodunnit rocking ever so gray behind once too many, certainly past dance orientation wringing wet handmaiden granting every wish upon cactus, thirst religion, encumbered latchkey happenstance drastically implicated for staring upward, stars recoil myself worrisome on target, naturally crested with beak attached formally as sharpness falls, gills help when swimming over rocky riverbed, notice hooks with yummy calligraphic worm balancing jokerish life death tummy, invite me to your wedding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36147084-8436854207122506412?l=raininghorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/8436854207122506412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36147084&amp;postID=8436854207122506412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/8436854207122506412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/8436854207122506412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/2008/08/meaning-past-milepost-103.html' title='Meaning past, milepost 103'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SKnA7EbrSuI/AAAAAAAAAP0/oLxvuQXnEaM/s72-c/meaning.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147084.post-8781529710100471140</id><published>2008-08-07T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T11:00:57.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Igor vandal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SJs4VKojIBI/AAAAAAAAAPs/rWdD1xuMR3M/s1600-h/igorvandal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231837328403800082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SJs4VKojIBI/AAAAAAAAAPs/rWdD1xuMR3M/s200/igorvandal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"In accordance with one feature of the invention, in certain particularly important embodiments, the push-buttons are biased to their inoperative positions by a novel spring arrangement. The buttons are connected in a"push-to-talk" mode such that communication with the remote location can only be had during the time the buttons are held in their operative positions. No handsets are employed, and the possibility of a connection with the remote location being maintained after leaving the station is eliminated." (from Patent application No. 415782 filed on 10/02/1989)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;static state one in which the nerves blocking tubal access from concocting this notionally foolhardy "way of isle, the riches style is tame, but is not real it seems, compared to wild wild wild dreams, your wild wild wild reams, your wild wild dreams" (from "wild" 1985). very nice jam session and motorcycle ride on tuesday in the warm evening, blessings on the new tires, those soft guitar cases with double shoulder straps, gasoline, my new helmet, all of the small pond folks who sing and play and listen with grace to each other, then a visit to the forest yesterday as a healing, preparing the way for visitors to rancho lebamo, love and cool forest air is polishing my wishing stone, now back to work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36147084-8781529710100471140?l=raininghorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/8781529710100471140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36147084&amp;postID=8781529710100471140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/8781529710100471140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/8781529710100471140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/2008/08/igor-vandal.html' title='Igor vandal'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SJs4VKojIBI/AAAAAAAAAPs/rWdD1xuMR3M/s72-c/igorvandal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147084.post-6648892276401593404</id><published>2008-08-01T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T13:09:46.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Terracita blonde</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SJNtH2lV-BI/AAAAAAAAAPk/Op86eq5jTjE/s1600-h/terracita.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229643573985933330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SJNtH2lV-BI/AAAAAAAAAPk/Op86eq5jTjE/s200/terracita.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;when traveling up little elk creek canyon as a child on the gravel road, which is now gone, washed out by the flood of 1972, the dust would choke me. it was always a fight among us boys as to whether rolling the windows down all the way or up all the way was the best option for keeping the dust at bay. I liked the more fresh air option, even if there was a dusty smell at least the air was moving rapidly (well, 25 mph rapidly). the blonde and gray limestone canyon walls high above us were a fascination, a distraction to not being able to breathe well. white gates and red gates, where the canyon walls descended to the road leaving a narrow passage, so narrow that at red gates a house-sized, squarish boulder leaned out overhead and driving beneath it was a thrill we always commented on. those were the days of hands, arms and heads out the window, something i would never dream of allowing my kids to do today for fear of losing part of themselves. and no seatbelts, no fear of a crash, even with the narrow road, loose gravel (cousin steve and i crashed on that road as teenagers by rounding a corner too fast) it was magic, impatience and ecstatic natural appreciation combined, and i can still feel that magic when i walk down the canyon today on my visits back to south dakota.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"One of the many wonderful things Laura taught me is that no mother, not even one who has won “Mother of the Year,” is perfect, but all are called to a deeper relationship with God. We still bring up the story she shared about the year she tossed the Advent wreath out the sliding-glass door because her children would not cooperate with her plans to bring the light of Christ into their home! When the snow cleared in the spring, an exposed wreath peeked out as a reminder of a well-intended but imperfect moment of wanting to better know God. Even exceptional mothers have their bad days! And of course even Christ had some “bad” days. How refreshing to know we don’t have to be perfect: only to yearn for perfection and to seek it through Christ’s love, guidance and example, which had become Laura’s quest." (from Tuesdays with Laura by Roxane B. Salonen)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36147084-6648892276401593404?l=raininghorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/6648892276401593404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36147084&amp;postID=6648892276401593404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/6648892276401593404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/6648892276401593404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/2008/08/terracita-blonde.html' title='Terracita blonde'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SJNtH2lV-BI/AAAAAAAAAPk/Op86eq5jTjE/s72-c/terracita.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147084.post-2351070734671032102</id><published>2008-07-22T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T15:24:15.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jordanaire viscosity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SIZcqvh2iQI/AAAAAAAAAO8/BYbOR2DjXDw/s1600-h/jordonaire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225966306992752898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SIZcqvh2iQI/AAAAAAAAAO8/BYbOR2DjXDw/s200/jordonaire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Havoc -1 Colavecchia-Fish 2210470 Lidia 2210504 twin 2210538 assortment 2210556 infact 2210566 Altnco 2210576 Slip -1 Anchor -1 Holy 2210586 Grail 2210604 cooks 2210622 impressions 2210632 Clearwater 2210678 Shimmer 2210688 Toyswood 2210730 Autumngold 2210748 Tiggy 2210758 Winkle 2210800 Paprika 2210842 Goody 2210860 Tiptoes 2210894" (the cavalier club uk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when oil in hair comes dancing through the air, on shaking rock and roll delivery, when you're batting rouge through expressions on your shoes, will that blue suede song be shivery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when its all the same and somebody calls your name, breaking strings of hearts like a boomerang, when eclipses wink from a moonrise on the pink, will your mossy bones meet a chain gang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when releases rain from a garden full of pain, building choirs of angels infinitely, when our love completes its apollo to the sheets, will the king sing a lullaby politely&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36147084-2351070734671032102?l=raininghorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/2351070734671032102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36147084&amp;postID=2351070734671032102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/2351070734671032102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/2351070734671032102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/2008/07/jordanaire-viscosity.html' title='Jordanaire viscosity'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SIZcqvh2iQI/AAAAAAAAAO8/BYbOR2DjXDw/s72-c/jordonaire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147084.post-6189008707166071313</id><published>2008-07-21T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T12:53:13.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Courtesy call</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SITpF1g5e7I/AAAAAAAAAO0/DDLfLv-kSSU/s1600-h/courtesy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225557754130299826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SITpF1g5e7I/AAAAAAAAAO0/DDLfLv-kSSU/s200/courtesy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't believe you anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i will not receive your opinions or "facts"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;they go into the spam folder of my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;you have proven to be a liar, a coward and a thief&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;totally unaware and unrepentant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's a bad combination&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and you get away with it by being offensive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;many people put up with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;not me, not anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"A "courtesy call" previously was seen as a polite &lt;a class="kLink" oncontextmenu="return false;" id="KonaLink0" onmouseover="adlinkMouseOver(event,this,0);" style="POSITION: static; TEXT-DECORATION: underline! important" onclick="adlinkMouseClick(event,this,0);" onmouseout="adlinkMouseOut(event,this,0);" href="http://www.netlingo.com/lookup.cfm?term=courtesy%20call#" target="_top"&gt;phone call&lt;/a&gt; meant to welcome someone to the neighborhood or to thank someone for their valued &lt;a class="kLink" oncontextmenu="return false;" id="KonaLink1" onmouseover="adlinkMouseOver(event,this,1);" style="POSITION: static; TEXT-DECORATION: underline! important" onclick="adlinkMouseClick(event,this,1);" onmouseout="adlinkMouseOut(event,this,1);" href="http://www.netlingo.com/lookup.cfm?term=courtesy%20call#" target="_top"&gt;business&lt;/a&gt;. However, now-a-days with so many telemarketers calling home &lt;a class="kLink" oncontextmenu="return false;" id="KonaLink2" onmouseover="adlinkMouseOver(event,this,2);" style="POSITION: static; TEXT-DECORATION: underline! important" onclick="adlinkMouseClick(event,this,2);" onmouseout="adlinkMouseOut(event,this,2);" href="http://www.netlingo.com/lookup.cfm?term=courtesy%20call#" target="_top"&gt;phone lines&lt;/a&gt; and starting off with, "Good evening, Mr. Smith, this is a courtesy call from __", these calls are seen more as a disturbance than a nice gesture."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(source: netlingo.com) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36147084-6189008707166071313?l=raininghorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/6189008707166071313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36147084&amp;postID=6189008707166071313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/6189008707166071313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/6189008707166071313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/2008/07/courtesy-call.html' title='Courtesy call'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SITpF1g5e7I/AAAAAAAAAO0/DDLfLv-kSSU/s72-c/courtesy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147084.post-8927697523932521063</id><published>2008-07-14T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T16:24:19.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog whinney blimp</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SHvgGi-FriI/AAAAAAAAAOs/E2P3d6Ub3S4/s1600-h/dogwhinney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223014595937283618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SHvgGi-FriI/AAAAAAAAAOs/E2P3d6Ub3S4/s200/dogwhinney.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(From Publishers Weekly) "Baynes's primitive black-and-white illustrations in the style of prehistoric cave drawings are simple and evocative. However, the story of the way in which wild wolves evolved as ancestors of today's domesticated dogs is a little far-reaching: wolves forage at the campfires of early man, hoping for scraps; a tribe's children find an orphaned cub and tame it; the grown wolf performs heroic feats, protecting and aiding the tribe with fierce loyalty. For all his feats, the tribe makes him a god, but he hangs his head and turns around, embarrassed by the honor. And so, they turn the word god around and call the wolf "Dog." This is written in a straight narrative that seems almost drily factual; it doesn't match the mythic or oral tradition of storytelling suggested by the drawings. Ages 5-9. Copyright 1987 Reed Business Information, Inc."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;make sounds, make food, transcribe verses, wallow in words, fly overhead but slowly, talk like a horse, eat like a man, prescribe drugs for your ten gallon hat, take a slow curve to the left, mark my worms, don't hogtie the hog until the tiedye is dry, beef up, boogie down, lock up your hair for the umpteenth time when it scribbles goodbye on the mirror, bill me later, plan the seeds of awakening in my salad, google it or lose it, one stroll over the line sweet jesus, did my puppy chow choice of illuminations break some wavering light across this stable of fortune, oh mantle of recognition, come over me with plastic ears on wednesday having lunch at my desk, bleat bleat bleat from the street street street, hoedown motown roasty toasty bumble stumble fido hiho bigamy figatree capulet snapubet orange doorhinge. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36147084-8927697523932521063?l=raininghorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/8927697523932521063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36147084&amp;postID=8927697523932521063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/8927697523932521063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/8927697523932521063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/2008/07/dog-whinney-blimp.html' title='Dog whinney blimp'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SHvgGi-FriI/AAAAAAAAAOs/E2P3d6Ub3S4/s72-c/dogwhinney.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147084.post-4727076426651492906</id><published>2008-06-10T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T11:27:17.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poland truffle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SE7HcMBoqRI/AAAAAAAAAOk/1TMhnpW_5cQ/s1600-h/truffle_lover_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210321105992591634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SE7HcMBoqRI/AAAAAAAAAOk/1TMhnpW_5cQ/s200/truffle_lover_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;initial pusen variety, the bones of wilhelmina joaquim who outlived 5 husbands, marching down cobbled streets to root out impulses, drives and clatters, northern pushing muscles developed over centuries without any specific purpose, like candlewhite morticians helping history take closure, bargain for themselves, knot hands together with blackened ropes, swing those smoking incense lanterns with chanting voice, change of heart, gobbling up children like fairy tale dragons whose priest and prince have not arrived for the slaying, telling hordes of camera-wielding tourists to back off as they exit the cave, where borders blur and pigs run wild in forest feasts, helping multi-millionaire foodies bind a cure, grip a grater, shave the white, then the black over top of steaming fillet, drowning in rouge her face in the mirror, over one shoulder seen but not heard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"It's the equivalent of grating a gold ingot over your plate of tagliatelle," was the verdict of one Italian commentator. He was explaining how the worst season for white truffles in Italy since 2003 – which was fiercely hot and dry from spring to autumn – has resulted in incredible prices for tuber magnatum pico, the so-called "white gold" of the forest.&lt;br /&gt;In Milan, it is changing hands for more than ¿10 (£7) per gram. With prices like that, the export market is in deep trouble. "Production is going down vertically," said Andrea Rossano the head of Tartufingros, a company based near Cuneo in the far north-west of Italy which sends truffles all over the world. "The situation is dramatic and the prices are sky-rocketing." (By Peter Popham in RomeThursday, 1 November 2007 )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36147084-4727076426651492906?l=raininghorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/4727076426651492906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36147084&amp;postID=4727076426651492906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/4727076426651492906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/4727076426651492906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/2008/06/poland-truffle.html' title='Poland truffle'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SE7HcMBoqRI/AAAAAAAAAOk/1TMhnpW_5cQ/s72-c/truffle_lover_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147084.post-5886643868738940272</id><published>2008-06-09T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T10:31:19.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 years mountain meet sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SE1owm9HexI/AAAAAAAAAOc/uaQf4mHcqkg/s1600-h/mountain-close2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209935528237431570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SE1owm9HexI/AAAAAAAAAOc/uaQf4mHcqkg/s200/mountain-close2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Millions of Americans have long had a fascination with our solar system. One of the early Americans who became infatuated with the heavens was Professor Thaddeus S.C. Lowe. Lowe, who is best remembered for his Civil War exploits, creating the Nation's first military air force. He sold his "Balloon Corps" idea to President Abraham Lincoln, and made a number of successful balloon flights over northern Virginia, observing Confederate lines for the Union Army.&lt;br /&gt;Lowe's own memoirs tell how he "would lie in a field or sit astride a picket fence, gazing for hours at the great white clouds hanging like banners or floating slowly across the skies." These observations would one day help him in his ballooning and aerial navigation. Lowe stated "from living in high altitudes, I had observed that there are often very different air currents in the valleys from those which exist in the upper atmosphere." What Lowe was observing were the jet streams that moved the clouds across the skies." (Paul Rippens)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;lie in the field shaking, this train, this conversation with god, making the most of the moment, wondering about that edge of fear, those rivulets of sweat down my neck and back, 4 years old in south dakota field, behind the house, laying low and elevated somehow at once, my crewcut shining with heat, breaking a blade of grass to chew, no toys, only my own 2 hands, songs forming on my lips, songs of praise, of play, of discovery, of disclosure, who knows who in this quiet place, my grandmother and grandfathers breath all around, an itchy leg, squinting because the sun is so bright, the red earth staining my corduroy pants, a poem, a weaving of ideas into a blanket of comfort, the smell of rain coming across the prairie from the east.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36147084-5886643868738940272?l=raininghorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/5886643868738940272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36147084&amp;postID=5886643868738940272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/5886643868738940272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/5886643868738940272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/2008/06/30-years-mountain-meet-sky.html' title='30 years mountain meet sky'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SE1owm9HexI/AAAAAAAAAOc/uaQf4mHcqkg/s72-c/mountain-close2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147084.post-2873767640121618283</id><published>2008-05-16T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T12:43:57.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dusty locks shoulder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SC3iouBWK3I/AAAAAAAAAOU/cppyCdqokiE/s1600-h/DustyInMemphis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201062333859113842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SC3iouBWK3I/AAAAAAAAAOU/cppyCdqokiE/s200/DustyInMemphis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;that trail of intention leads into leaning into contact at the shoulder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;at the hip, and intertwined breath leaving, entering along some parallel path&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;drips forming in the pockets of our bodies, turn inward on themselves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;intensify and last all night, growing dreams on their shining surfaces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;an orchid 2 years ago whose placement was unimaginable has burst through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;time and space, its swollen stem opening my imaginative funnel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;all wings curve to spiral flight, some elevations normally seperated collapse together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;wax is melting, sun is hot, feathers are falling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ocean swells rise and touch my ankles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The enlisted man stood with his head and shoulders protruding through the opening in the white canopy. His unruly red hair and freckled face gave the corporal a youthful look of an innocent schoolboy, but looks are often deceiving. Buck watched the corporal grow from a boy of seventeen into a battle-hardened veteran that, when the occasion called for it, was as tough as they come and had proved himself time and again. Some men were hard and tough, while others were dangerous; Chester Colson fell into the latter category. Like Buck, the corporal was from Texas." (from LONGHORN Book I "The Beginning" by Dusty Rhodes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36147084-2873767640121618283?l=raininghorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/2873767640121618283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36147084&amp;postID=2873767640121618283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/2873767640121618283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/2873767640121618283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/2008/05/dusty-locks-shoulder.html' title='Dusty locks shoulder'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SC3iouBWK3I/AAAAAAAAAOU/cppyCdqokiE/s72-c/DustyInMemphis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147084.post-6382585117354464336</id><published>2008-05-09T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T16:24:21.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gallivanting blouse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SCTdF7HcVdI/AAAAAAAAAOM/KopMW25O9-g/s1600-h/gallivanting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198522963730388434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SCTdF7HcVdI/AAAAAAAAAOM/KopMW25O9-g/s200/gallivanting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"In the 70s, there were three Mexican restaurants I frequented. El Coyote, La Fonda and Lucy’s El Adobe. I’d heard about Lucy’s from my friend at the time, Linda Ronstadt. I know, I’m name-dropping. Sting tells me I do that a lot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Van Dyke Parks took me to La Fonda. He knew I’d love the music there. I did. Instruments I’d never seen before, specifically for Mariachi. The guitaron, a huge guitar, I guess you’d call it a base guitar, a tijuela, a miniature guitar with an angelic harp-like sound. And the incomparable joy of the trumpets and violins blended together for an experience of living history. Sadly, La Fonda closed just recently. El Coyote features ‘chicas’ that look more like ‘duenas’ gallivanting in peasant, off the shoulder blouses and huge skirts. The food there, although produced on a massive scale, is still quite good. And Lucy’s still makes the best Tostada in town." (from "Lean Like a Cholo" by Laraine Newman; posted on One for the Table)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;last night working on the composition for dancers at the wedding in september, than diving into more cataloging of my recorded music, 300 or so songs from 30 years - a combination of home and studio work, arranged in about 20 albums, also realized that i am approaching a completed new collection of what will be called "excerpts", ranging from early 2003 up until present day, experiments, scratch versions of songs, work done in garageband. i'm also gearing up for finding the most effective placement and process to release my entire catalog online so it will be available on itunes, amazon and other music sites, making actual cd's available only on request directly from the artist, nothing else seems to make sense in this day and age, its a dream i had years ago that has come true, who knows i may even start creating videos and posting to youtube, as filmmaking has always been a passion. anyone who has ideas on this is most welcome to comment here or contact me directly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36147084-6382585117354464336?l=raininghorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/6382585117354464336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36147084&amp;postID=6382585117354464336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/6382585117354464336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/6382585117354464336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/2008/05/gallivanting-blouse.html' title='Gallivanting blouse'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SCTdF7HcVdI/AAAAAAAAAOM/KopMW25O9-g/s72-c/gallivanting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147084.post-382414277071540342</id><published>2008-05-07T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T16:15:19.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Affluence dervish vacancy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SCI39Opth_I/AAAAAAAAAOE/AAMMfYIcj-Q/s1600-h/affluence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197778444983568370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SCI39Opth_I/AAAAAAAAAOE/AAMMfYIcj-Q/s200/affluence.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;in step by step fashion waggle consternation perish version of combat welcoming fishtank pistol dropping billions of windowsill mixups down into have or have not personhood gibble sullen groupings now that high means low and loss means win now that all numbers change games challenge reality and grind on growl in low gear thoroughly wrecking transmission burning rubber leaking oil vanishing valuable days as selfishly vision pleading for mercy come now command your troops withdraw pawns regroup unite help bring to closure each passing hour no lies for a change breathe and bloom bursting seed out into capitol steps and allowing each small voice a place in this choir these dreamings going wide amongst those of us in towns and rivers burdened with newsworthy fits of insane garbage dump it call it out onto the carpet red rolling salmon lubrication drawn thin in days of campaign waging war together now move on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Rossetti himself seemed to conflate these two possibilities in a letter to his friend Dr Hake concerning the painting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You ask me about Lilith — I suppose referring to the Picture-sonnet. The picture is called "Lady Lilith" by rights (only I thought this would present a difficulty in print without paint to explain it) and represents a "Modern Lilith" combing out her abundant golden hair and gazing on herself in the glass with that complete self-absorption by whose fascination such natures draw others within their circle. The idea which you indicate (viz: of the perilous principle in the world being female from the first) is about the most essential meaning of the sonnet.&lt;/em&gt; "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36147084-382414277071540342?l=raininghorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/382414277071540342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36147084&amp;postID=382414277071540342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/382414277071540342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/382414277071540342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/2008/05/affluence-dervish-vacancy.html' title='Affluence dervish vacancy'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SCI39Opth_I/AAAAAAAAAOE/AAMMfYIcj-Q/s72-c/affluence.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147084.post-1277932877588711853</id><published>2008-05-06T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T12:25:26.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharpening dillweed fermentation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SCCwm4y_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN8/7mz72r2PsCA/s1600-h/sharpening.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197348152113312018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SCCwm4y_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN8/7mz72r2PsCA/s200/sharpening.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"My favorite pickle is not processed in a water bath. It is fermented much like sauerkraut. I make them in gallon jars. I prefer 2-3-inch size cucumbers for this pickle. First I scrub them with a vegetable brush, making sure they are free of dirt. Next I place them in a non-metal container and cover them with a brine made of 1-1/2 cups of salt and 4 quarts of water. Let them sit over night in the brine. In the meantime make a brine of 10-quarts water, 1-quart vinegar and 2-cups salt. Boil for 10-minutes. Let this brine stand over night.&lt;br /&gt;The next morning I drain the cucumbers and rinse with clear water. I sterilize my jars. Then I add a few peeled cloves of garlic to the bottom of the jar. Next I add a whole head of dill weed, stalk and all. I start packing the cucumbers tightly, adding more dill between layers of cucumbers. When the gallon jar is filled to about 2-inches from the top I pour the cold brine over the cucumbers, making sure they are completely covered with brine. I put the sterile cover on and tighten well.&lt;br /&gt;These will ferment in the jar for a week or more, depending on the temperature of the room. I let them sit on my counter. When they start fermenting they will get cloudy and look like something to be discarded. Just be patient, do not panic. When the fermentation process is done the pickles will clear up. At that time I move them to a cool place and leave them alone for at least 5-6 weeks. If you open them up too soon they will not be translucent, meaning they have not ripened long enough." (from "The Special Pickle Jar" by Bonita Anderson)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;we have traded cards up and down the length of coast, burning candles, forwarding mail, grappling with chords, melodies, blended wines - and its asking a little too much today for me to simply wash my hands of you, especially after listening to those melancholy aires of 1997, you with fingers on the drum, your newly mounted sticks and brushes trembling and tapping through improvised sessions stealing the bloodline at times, rationalizing thick whatnots of experiment through cracking a clean whip along the spine of meter, those non-verbal nights of yesteryear, lone rangers digging into pineforest mushroom compost intriguing, effervescent, gobbling little pills of ecstasy at the working intersections in musical tribe, called over by the teacher to discuss a little problem we were having with getting assignments in on time, breaking bread with merry muffins in hipwader confidence, all harvested from dad and mom when theory calms its runty head on rooty, bloodsoaked forests of dill, oh boyish wonder, oh carnival of venus taken into account, murky leftover wishes, but never a harsh word, only that absence that continues to plaster its posters across the wailing wall of creative partnership, let it be known that all is not lost, there is more fermentation to be reckoned with, life is long, green frogs swim freely into larger ponds when moose-trodden grassybanks give in to slide, wash and disappear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36147084-1277932877588711853?l=raininghorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/1277932877588711853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36147084&amp;postID=1277932877588711853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/1277932877588711853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/1277932877588711853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/2008/05/sharpening-dillweed-fermentation.html' title='Sharpening dillweed fermentation'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SCCwm4y_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN8/7mz72r2PsCA/s72-c/sharpening.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147084.post-3480533414802021102</id><published>2008-05-01T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T15:49:57.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost key, Mayday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SBpI1Yy_MQI/AAAAAAAAAN0/X7AVpCu38YI/s1600-h/lostkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195545202151862530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SBpI1Yy_MQI/AAAAAAAAAN0/X7AVpCu38YI/s200/lostkey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Mayday!'s self-titled debut is one of this year's pleasant surprises. The act (not to be confused with the Saddle Creek outfit of the same name) is the brainchild of producer/keyboardist Plex Luthor and MC Bernbiz. Luthor's early production work for Miami groups such as Algorithm and Spirit Agent offered simple blues beats that sounded like bedroom soliloquies. In contrast, Mayday! is vivid and colorful, with sounds that move from the hard organ crush of "Watchin' Me" to the tinkling and echoing piano keys on "The Customer Is Always Right." Meanwhile, Bernbiz's rhymes are tight and concise, especially in "Micro/Macro," where he addresses the so-called war on terrorism, and in "Angles," where he lays out his philosophy: "Cats have gotten far but not that far, dog/I see it every day -- ass, money and stardom/But everybody's gotta beg, borrow and rob/So I don't owe nobody shit, and I ain't paying for beats." In spite of the publicity that Cee-Lo's chorus on "Groundhog Day" lent them, Mayday!'s success is owed to Luthor and Bernbiz alone." (Mosi Reeves, Denver Westword, November 16, 2006)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;there is a short journey from the return home last night until the return home from work for lunch to enjoy some delicious chicken curry that virginia made last night, a simple few steps up the stairs from the car, a sleep, a shower, shave and change of clothes, finding a bagel, groping for ham to take with it to work for breakfast, then onto the motorcycle, wearing that jacket, that darn jacket with the tricky pockets, and who knows, somewhere between here and there or there and here it fell, but really now is that what happened or is it simply sitting in some little shelf space, or under a scrap of paper, or in the crack between two pillows, or inside a shoe, or under the lip of a cabinet, or in the bed, hmmm that is the one place i did not look and i did lean down to kiss her goodbye, so who knows, tonight when we get back home from the may day festivities that will be the first place i look, amidst the blankets, give it all a good shake, somewhere there is a key for squashy hiding, and hooray for the first of may!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36147084-3480533414802021102?l=raininghorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/3480533414802021102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36147084&amp;postID=3480533414802021102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/3480533414802021102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/3480533414802021102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/2008/05/lost-key-mayday.html' title='Lost key, Mayday!'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SBpI1Yy_MQI/AAAAAAAAAN0/X7AVpCu38YI/s72-c/lostkey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147084.post-3110629548704907825</id><published>2008-04-28T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T16:37:10.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quest for sustenance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SBZflYy_MPI/AAAAAAAAANs/eW0qdGWM6ng/s1600-h/quest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194444316134551794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SBZflYy_MPI/AAAAAAAAANs/eW0qdGWM6ng/s200/quest.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is a phrase i used once in a song; "the quest for sustenance, a sea bird's cry", it escapes me at this moment which song, does not matter, the stain of potato chips are on my fingertips already, i just brushed a little salt off of my t-shirt, bright sun shining as they fall through air to ground, halfway across the street, into the alley alongside dumpsters smelling ripe as late afternoon temperature climbs, a car behind me speeds up when i veer off toward the building entrance, back to my desk, this moment is waiting, discussion of spam, earlier a twix bar, what does $1.19 buy these days, one twix bar, one small bag of potato chips, and that little corner store survives another day in this economy, a little reading today about the $250 million it will cost to build detention centers for prisoners of this war that we started in iraq, how they have rioted in volumes of 1,000 to 10,000 at a time, this anger they feel, the small rocks that blind the guards when thrown at more than 100 mph with a makeshift slingshot, reading also glenn beck's column that today scorns our oil addiction while recommending drilling in the anwr, who very recently wrote on the benefits of corporate welfare, probably for oil companies right glenn?, the same companies that are racking up record-breaking profits over and over again, who is it that owns mr beck, not too hard to figure that out, and today the sun shines and the first 800,000 of our economic stimulus checks go out, so all will be wonderful now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;" The quest for sustenance is regarded as “seeking the bounty of Allah”, and is thus hued with a profoundly religious character. The Prophet (Pbuh) has said: “The quest for halal earning is a duty after a duty” which implies that seeking halal sustenance is a religious obligation second in importance to religious observance like prayer, fasting etc. Economic activity in the life of a Muslim is therefore regulated by divine principles, principles that are premised on commercial morality. Commercial morality is intrinsically bound to religion and is as important to faith, as wudhu is to salat. The Qur’an describes upright merchants in the following words: “Men whom neither business nor sale can divert from the remembrance of Allah, nor from regularity in salat or from giving zakat”. True believers are not recluses or mystics, they are men of action distinguished by their moral fibre. They steer clear from unbecoming business ethics or ill-gotten gain. " (Islamic Voice: Rabi-ul-Akhir 1422HJuly 2001Volume 15-07 No:175) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36147084-3110629548704907825?l=raininghorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/3110629548704907825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36147084&amp;postID=3110629548704907825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/3110629548704907825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/3110629548704907825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/2008/04/quest-for-sustenance.html' title='Quest for sustenance'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SBZflYy_MPI/AAAAAAAAANs/eW0qdGWM6ng/s72-c/quest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147084.post-7151798363673901915</id><published>2008-04-25T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T09:51:25.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Voices framing argenta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SBIMAYy_MNI/AAAAAAAAANg/ioiRogL6vrs/s1600-h/voices.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193226521107443922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SBIMAYy_MNI/AAAAAAAAANg/ioiRogL6vrs/s200/voices.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"In 1983 Nancy Argenta attracted critical attention as La Chasseuresse in Rameau’ Hyppolyte at Aricie at the Aix-en-Provence Festival. Since making her professional debut in 1983 she has established a reputation as one of the foremost sopranos of her generation. She is generally regarded as "the supreme Händel soprano of our age". However, this probably fails to show her wide range of repertoire, as she is also a renowned interpreter of Bach, Purcell, Mozart, Schubert and even Schoenberg. Her repertoire stretches from the 17th century to the present and comprises songs as well as oratorio and opera." (Baker’s Biographical Dictionary of 20th Century Classical Musicians (1997)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i remember going up to vancouver bc with elisabeth cutler in 1978 to see joni mitchell, performing on that tour with jaco pastorius and pat metheny, an amazing band, a truly lovely performance, much of which came from "hejira". we drove up in elisabeth's vw fox, she and i had a sweet friendship that allowed for gentle touchdowns of affection without crossing the line into romance. our passion was the love of music. later i know she studied guitar with ralph towner, then went on to have a career based out of nashville and traveling mostly in italy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;then next time i saw joni was in 2000 when she toured with van morrison and bob dylan - they had a show at the gorge. it was windy and she stood facing into the wind, moving like a willow trunk, supple, dedicated, and again, song after song from "hejira" - all dressed in black and with a bass player only. that was amazing, as were bob and van... who had just released "the healing game", one of my favorite albums for cleaning the house, driving to lebam, fixing the car and other spiritual pursuits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36147084-7151798363673901915?l=raininghorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/7151798363673901915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36147084&amp;postID=7151798363673901915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/7151798363673901915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/7151798363673901915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/2008/04/voices-framing-argenta.html' title='Voices framing argenta'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SBIMAYy_MNI/AAAAAAAAANg/ioiRogL6vrs/s72-c/voices.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147084.post-979564987704659496</id><published>2008-04-24T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T08:42:59.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tureen vagabond</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SBCqdoy_MMI/AAAAAAAAANY/JuWb6N3SlkA/s1600-h/tureenvagabond.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192837796502384834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SBCqdoy_MMI/AAAAAAAAANY/JuWb6N3SlkA/s200/tureenvagabond.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was in the day of soup, in the month of ladle, on the 17th serving of bread when we came to the table, and a swallow flew through dining car seven, our bags were packed in anguish heaven, carving the birdsong whistle blowing, pelting rain and winter snowing hard along the tracks of steel, our hands enveloped, turning wheel of fortune freeing up these names forsaken, lost along three strips of bacon, who was served from this tureen, that vagabond from county green, telling stories as he wanders toward some distant land of fathers coming home, and sitting with the children as is fitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HINDLEY: Keep away from the larder! Nelly, send him into the garret 'till dinner is over. He'll be cramming his fingers in the tarts and steeling the fruit, if left alone with them for a minute.&lt;br /&gt;NELLY: (&lt;em&gt;Placting.) &lt;/em&gt;Nay sir, he'll touch nothing, not he. And he must have his share of food as well as we. (&lt;em&gt;She goes to the stove, removes a hot tureen and carries it to the table&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;HINDLEY: He shall have his share of my hand if I catch him downstairs again 'till dark. Begone you vagabond! Wait 'till I get hold of those elegant locks - see if I won't pull them a bit longer!&lt;br /&gt;(Wuthering Heights, Act I, Scene 3). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36147084-979564987704659496?l=raininghorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/979564987704659496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36147084&amp;postID=979564987704659496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/979564987704659496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/979564987704659496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/2008/04/tureen-vagabond.html' title='Tureen vagabond'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SBCqdoy_MMI/AAAAAAAAANY/JuWb6N3SlkA/s72-c/tureenvagabond.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147084.post-621634822002736679</id><published>2008-04-21T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T16:51:01.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When the red red robin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SA0oOoy_MLI/AAAAAAAAANQ/OTN6Gf1c2I4/s1600-h/red%2520robin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SA0oOoy_MLI/AAAAAAAAANQ/OTN6Gf1c2I4/s200/red%2520robin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191850177362604210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN THE RED ROBIN COMES BOBBIN' ALONG&lt;br /&gt;(written by Harry Woods )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al Jolson &lt;br /&gt;Mandy Patinkin &lt;br /&gt;The Osmond Brothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When the Red, Red Robin Comes Bob-Bob Bobbin' Along &lt;br /&gt;When the red, red robin comes bob, bob, bobbin' along, along &lt;br /&gt;There'll be no more sobbin' when he starts throbbin' his old sweet song &lt;br /&gt;Wake up, wake up you sleepy head &lt;br /&gt;Get up, get out of your bed &lt;br /&gt;Cheer up, cheer up the sun is red &lt;br /&gt;Live, love, laugh and be happy &lt;br /&gt;What if I were blue, now I'm walking through, walking through the fields of flowers &lt;br /&gt;Rain may glisten but still I listen for hours and hours &lt;br /&gt;I'm just a kid again doing what I did again, singing a song &lt;br /&gt;When the red, red robin comes bob, bob, bobbin' along &lt;br /&gt;When the red, red robin comes bob, bob, bobbin' &lt;br /&gt;When the red, red robin comes bob, bob, bobbin' along &lt;br /&gt;There'll be no more sobbin' when he starts throbbin' &lt;br /&gt;There'll be no more sobbin' when he starts a throbbin' his old sweet song &lt;br /&gt;Wake up, wake up you sleepy head &lt;br /&gt;Why don't you get up, get up, get out of bed, cheer up &lt;br /&gt;Live, love, laugh and be happy &lt;br /&gt;What if I were blue, now I'm walking through fields of flowers &lt;br /&gt;Rain may glisten but still I listen for hours and hours &lt;br /&gt;I'm just a kid again, doing what I did again, singing a song &lt;br /&gt;When the red, red robin comes bob, bob, bobbin' &lt;br /&gt;When the red, red robin comes bob, bob, bobbin' along &lt;br /&gt;Along, along, along, along, along."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;red willow, red wine, red rings, red sleeping, red corners, red plot, red falling, red flicker, red moon, red ornament, red star, red hope, red rust, red development, red turning, red returning, red new, red old, red funny, red encryption, red sails, red nurse, red flag, red pilot, red duration, red crust, red cherry, red envelope, red flipside, red tummy, red eclipse, red revision, red sniper, red octopus, red night, red whale, red testimonial, red gratitude, red vegetable, red garcon, red carriage, red interest, red go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36147084-621634822002736679?l=raininghorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/621634822002736679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36147084&amp;postID=621634822002736679&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/621634822002736679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/621634822002736679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/2008/04/when-red-red-robin.html' title='When the red red robin'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/SA0oOoy_MLI/AAAAAAAAANQ/OTN6Gf1c2I4/s72-c/red%2520robin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147084.post-2196755728439238386</id><published>2008-04-07T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T18:55:55.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Elliptical creosote vanilla</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/R_rP1KUYiDI/AAAAAAAAANI/lLVOLVKobs4/s1600-h/sclph112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/R_rP1KUYiDI/AAAAAAAAANI/lLVOLVKobs4/s200/sclph112.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186686433080412210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where o where has my little rabbit gone, my minou living long leg wrapping formal evidentiary volume of wringing hands, my lambs, my causes for recitation, my ignoble burden heaved upon the back of slaves, your elliptical creosote history coming round to haunt you mr senator, voicing your ignorance just in time for the anniversary of his death, his murder, you're slow in making the connection, you can't quite remember why and what you said, this is becoming so familiar, your vanilla shampoo blazing away like varnished applewood alongside the bus, stepping down in your navy baseball cap for the reporters to chum up with you, your daughter's graceful steps keeping up appearances that the record will not support, you did say it and you did vote that way, you are not a fan of dr king and no matter how timely your sympathy and respect have come to pass, no one in their right mind is going to let you get away with this one... or will they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired signifies, in the final sense, a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and not clothed. This world in arms is not spending money alone. It is spending the sweat of its laborers, the genius of its scientists, the hopes of its children. This is not a way of life at all in any true sense. Under the cloud of threatening war, it is humanity hanging from a cross of iron." (Dwight D. Eisenhower)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36147084-2196755728439238386?l=raininghorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/feeds/2196755728439238386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36147084&amp;postID=2196755728439238386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/2196755728439238386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36147084/posts/default/2196755728439238386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raininghorse.blogspot.com/2008/04/elliptical-creosote-vanilla.html' title='Elliptical creosote vanilla'/><author><name>RainingHorse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05010758823508993052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.brucehaedt.com/sunself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wd_bEHF8ivI/R_rP1KUYiDI/AAAAAAAAANI/lLVOLVKobs4/s72-c/sclph112.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
