<?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-6270667535834852725</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:01:21.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>///</title><subtitle type='html'>This is an adventure.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrewstoked.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270667535834852725/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrewstoked.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>im ANdrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03986129891324153802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HRWO0IQhbf8/SYInWRxYABI/AAAAAAAAAEE/SyLSyPFjLe0/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270667535834852725.post-2338118302913756634</id><published>2010-01-11T22:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T22:19:46.261-05:00</updated><title type='text'>let it go</title><content type='html'>you stood right there and watched me turn the page back and mark out everything i thought i saw and replaced it with the words that i thought would help me get through it all. now its played a thousand times in my head and you must be happy knowing where you are. so pleased at the end with yourself and me not knowing where to start. i stood right there and watched you turn the page back and mark everything you thought you saw and you replaced it with the words that you thought would help but i have heard them all because its played a thousand times in my head. now im just wondering where you are with all the plans that youve been making just to turn and disregard. i should let it go. this one i will let go cause for me it was settled in a dream that lasted for months. i will remember everything that he said about how our actions make us who we are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6270667535834852725-2338118302913756634?l=andrewstoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270667535834852725/posts/default/2338118302913756634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270667535834852725/posts/default/2338118302913756634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrewstoked.blogspot.com/2010/01/let-it-go.html' title='let it go'/><author><name>im ANdrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03986129891324153802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HRWO0IQhbf8/SYInWRxYABI/AAAAAAAAAEE/SyLSyPFjLe0/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270667535834852725.post-2315366627296944621</id><published>2009-12-09T16:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T16:54:55.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>travel faster</title><content type='html'>i travel faster in the morning with the radio off. always late and never sorry from the night before. leave now but i still wont make it and im thinking that i need to break it. once im there i have to fake it. lets just call it off and lay in bed all day telling the world to go away. i know theres a better way. just put down anything and to me it will mean something. i know youre tired of dreaming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6270667535834852725-2315366627296944621?l=andrewstoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270667535834852725/posts/default/2315366627296944621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270667535834852725/posts/default/2315366627296944621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrewstoked.blogspot.com/2009/12/travel-faster.html' title='travel faster'/><author><name>im ANdrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03986129891324153802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HRWO0IQhbf8/SYInWRxYABI/AAAAAAAAAEE/SyLSyPFjLe0/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270667535834852725.post-4603779431120148345</id><published>2009-11-25T20:11:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T20:17:14.017-05:00</updated><title type='text'>lost</title><content type='html'>its been a long time, but youre still on my mind and there you will stay til the day my eyes set even. now as details fade away your acts become more innocent. we are the picture we took with reflections of the city now, lost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6270667535834852725-4603779431120148345?l=andrewstoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270667535834852725/posts/default/4603779431120148345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270667535834852725/posts/default/4603779431120148345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrewstoked.blogspot.com/2009/11/lost.html' title='lost'/><author><name>im ANdrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03986129891324153802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HRWO0IQhbf8/SYInWRxYABI/AAAAAAAAAEE/SyLSyPFjLe0/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270667535834852725.post-1449941121866357720</id><published>2008-12-01T20:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T20:09:58.499-05:00</updated><title type='text'>complex</title><content type='html'>forget everything she said. shes so already gone now. you know her, why are you waiting? lie to yourself, you know what happened. forget everything you had. like you could follow her moves. its in her. its in her mind that complex is the only way out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6270667535834852725-1449941121866357720?l=andrewstoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270667535834852725/posts/default/1449941121866357720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270667535834852725/posts/default/1449941121866357720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrewstoked.blogspot.com/2008/12/complex.html' title='complex'/><author><name>im ANdrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03986129891324153802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HRWO0IQhbf8/SYInWRxYABI/AAAAAAAAAEE/SyLSyPFjLe0/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270667535834852725.post-6270640265205431995</id><published>2008-09-18T12:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T12:35:33.618-04:00</updated><title type='text'>spaghetti arms</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;spaghetti arms throw jello jabs, and ill admit that im so scared. stable and responsible never seems to be what anyone needs, so how can this ever end nicely tonight? i think im grown up. christmas is the best time... sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6270667535834852725-6270640265205431995?l=andrewstoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270667535834852725/posts/default/6270640265205431995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270667535834852725/posts/default/6270640265205431995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrewstoked.blogspot.com/2008/09/spaghetti-arms.html' title='spaghetti arms'/><author><name>im ANdrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03986129891324153802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HRWO0IQhbf8/SYInWRxYABI/AAAAAAAAAEE/SyLSyPFjLe0/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270667535834852725.post-4820390869101144947</id><published>2008-09-13T20:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T21:41:46.285-04:00</updated><title type='text'>you are</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;what was better than getting lost in the city? driving around in circles, we didnt mind. roof climbing and fountain jumping. talk a lot of smack but you want to dance? and now? you're on a road trip going no where hoping your fashion dreams comes true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6270667535834852725-4820390869101144947?l=andrewstoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270667535834852725/posts/default/4820390869101144947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270667535834852725/posts/default/4820390869101144947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrewstoked.blogspot.com/2008/09/you-are.html' title='you are'/><author><name>im ANdrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03986129891324153802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HRWO0IQhbf8/SYInWRxYABI/AAAAAAAAAEE/SyLSyPFjLe0/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270667535834852725.post-4027918973133355028</id><published>2008-09-13T20:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T20:09:48.948-04:00</updated><title type='text'>3 pages later</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;what about control? well you lost it. what about her eyes? well you lost them. are you disappointed? well you should be. oh, and your space? boy can you still breathe? when she looks at me, i know what she sees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6270667535834852725-4027918973133355028?l=andrewstoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270667535834852725/posts/default/4027918973133355028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270667535834852725/posts/default/4027918973133355028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrewstoked.blogspot.com/2008/09/3-pages-later.html' title='3 pages later'/><author><name>im ANdrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03986129891324153802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HRWO0IQhbf8/SYInWRxYABI/AAAAAAAAAEE/SyLSyPFjLe0/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270667535834852725.post-2827809616361150250</id><published>2008-09-13T19:49:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T20:05:26.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'>what i said</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;beat myself up all day. youre here but you say you cant stay. i cant believe (because twice) i was to afraid to leap. i can never move on. remember all the words i said in my yellow letters? the ones i thought you never read. dont revive because its been too long and i cant feel much of anything anymore. i think im going and youre still leaving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6270667535834852725-2827809616361150250?l=andrewstoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270667535834852725/posts/default/2827809616361150250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270667535834852725/posts/default/2827809616361150250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrewstoked.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-i-said.html' title='what i said'/><author><name>im ANdrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03986129891324153802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HRWO0IQhbf8/SYInWRxYABI/AAAAAAAAAEE/SyLSyPFjLe0/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270667535834852725.post-3108311099771687565</id><published>2008-09-13T13:09:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T20:13:57.415-04:00</updated><title type='text'>fantasy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;if her heart skips a beat then you know that its all wrong. what you say? that youre happy with him? im turned through like a magazine, yeah. my mind is at work and i cant fucking sleep. its all wrong, its all wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6270667535834852725-3108311099771687565?l=andrewstoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270667535834852725/posts/default/3108311099771687565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270667535834852725/posts/default/3108311099771687565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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