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<rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description></description><title>writing</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @33snowfish)</generator><link>http://33snowfish.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>the time for me to be“kitty”. sixteen,5′ 11″,white,prostitute.is quickly coming to a closei ache...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;the time for me to be&lt;br/&gt;“kitty”. sixteen,5′ 11″,white,prostitute.&lt;br/&gt;is quickly coming to a close&lt;br/&gt;i ache with the ending&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;but i really don&amp;#8217;t know what i&amp;#8217;m so sad about&lt;br/&gt;even before i turn one year too old&lt;br/&gt;i tell all the ephebophiles my name is &amp;#8220;sadie&amp;#8221;&lt;br/&gt;and i&amp;#8217;m only 5&amp;#8217;4&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://33snowfish.tumblr.com/post/47995406676</link><guid>http://33snowfish.tumblr.com/post/47995406676</guid><pubDate>Sun, 14 Apr 2013 19:16:01 -0400</pubDate><category>poetry</category><category>ee cummings</category></item><item><title>there are few thingskeeping me alive(just barely)and noneof themare you</title><description>&lt;p&gt;there are few things&lt;br/&gt;keeping me alive&lt;br/&gt;(just barely)&lt;br/&gt;and none&lt;br/&gt;of them&lt;br/&gt;are &lt;br/&gt;you&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://33snowfish.tumblr.com/post/44763263678</link><guid>http://33snowfish.tumblr.com/post/44763263678</guid><pubDate>Wed, 06 Mar 2013 23:25:00 -0500</pubDate><category>poetry</category></item><item><title>she doesn&amp;#8217;t knowthat my dad was buriedjust down the roadfrom where i first mether mother
she...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;she doesn&amp;#8217;t know&lt;br/&gt;that my dad was buried&lt;br/&gt;just down the road&lt;br/&gt;from where i first met&lt;br/&gt;her mother&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;she doesn&amp;#8217;t know&lt;br/&gt;that when my mom said&lt;br/&gt;&amp;#8220;he didn&amp;#8217;t make it&amp;#8221;&lt;br/&gt;i didn&amp;#8217;t cry&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;she doesn&amp;#8217;t know&lt;br/&gt;that, years later&lt;br/&gt;i&amp;#8217;ve never wanted to join him&lt;br/&gt;(perhaps in the plot next to him&lt;br/&gt;that mom bought for my brother)&lt;br/&gt;more than i do right now&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://33snowfish.tumblr.com/post/44752091711</link><guid>http://33snowfish.tumblr.com/post/44752091711</guid><pubDate>Wed, 06 Mar 2013 21:02:32 -0500</pubDate><category>poetry</category></item></channel></rss>
