<?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-8171180699675542838</id><updated>2012-01-20T20:55:08.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Through the Eyes of a Kiddo</title><subtitle type='html'>An illustration of the turning gears in my head, revealing thoughts, ideas, and plans, all to provoke thought and to allow you to know who this bionic creature truly is.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-a-kiddo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171180699675542838/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-a-kiddo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kiddo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09403618339440361286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gem6t3fv4dU/TxN2te0UOnI/AAAAAAAAAWE/NdY8VU--SRw/s220/259910_156960867707896_154809537923029_328945_830125_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171180699675542838.post-3939983511723496879</id><published>2012-01-20T20:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T20:55:08.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>inside kiddo heart</title><content type='html'>my vessel and being is based almost entirely on emotion.&lt;br /&gt;of course, intelligent thought is fully present; however, emotion appears to be dominant.&lt;br /&gt;i feel emotion in everything.&lt;br /&gt;..especially in such things as music. film. poetry. and art.&lt;br /&gt;i'm a sucker for sad things.&lt;br /&gt;not too sure why. perhaps, i relate too much.&lt;br /&gt;i also find sad things to be so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;like a dark haired girl, alone in the rain, holding a single red rose.&lt;br /&gt;something like that.&lt;br /&gt;and piano music.&lt;br /&gt;i love the serenity and solemness it can imply..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm also a hopeless romantic.&lt;br /&gt;..even though i do not show it very much.&lt;br /&gt;i have always thought of the most romantic thing to be:&lt;br /&gt;2 long lost loves who find each other in places like london, paris, or tokyo.&lt;br /&gt;and it has been so long; and they hold each other tightly, and kiss each other, as the city lights create a glowing silhouette of the reunited duo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are things that get me.&lt;br /&gt;and i love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8171180699675542838-3939983511723496879?l=im-a-kiddo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-a-kiddo.blogspot.com/feeds/3939983511723496879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://im-a-kiddo.blogspot.com/2012/01/inside-kiddo-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171180699675542838/posts/default/3939983511723496879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171180699675542838/posts/default/3939983511723496879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-a-kiddo.blogspot.com/2012/01/inside-kiddo-heart.html' title='inside kiddo heart'/><author><name>kiddo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09403618339440361286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gem6t3fv4dU/TxN2te0UOnI/AAAAAAAAAWE/NdY8VU--SRw/s220/259910_156960867707896_154809537923029_328945_830125_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171180699675542838.post-8542827534534701546</id><published>2012-01-01T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T20:54:50.712-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Resolutions</title><content type='html'>some believe it to be important and/or useful to make new year's resolutions. i am one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i see it as an official, declarative way to make some life-changing and self-improving goals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only tricky part is staying accountable, and sticking with the goals and plans laid out.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here is what i have thought of:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. make at least 2 new pieces of artwork each week. (i figure the larger the portfolio, the better)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. find and apply/participate in as many indie craft shows as possible (selling prints, and ultimately gaining more exposure with each show)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. hang around more inspiring peeps- those who inspire me more in &lt;i&gt;art, life, and philosophies &lt;/i&gt;(i expect this to keep me motivated and excited to keep making more art, and establish healthy friendships)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. definitely write more, ...more journal entries (about ideas, thoughts, things i have seen, things i plan on seeing and doing, etc)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. encourage and inspire others to do their best, just as i plan on doing my best at what i love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i can keep these resolutions, and i will make double-sure that i keep them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-kiddo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. play my electric guitar more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/8171180699675542838-8542827534534701546?l=im-a-kiddo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-a-kiddo.blogspot.com/feeds/8542827534534701546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://im-a-kiddo.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-years-resolutions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171180699675542838/posts/default/8542827534534701546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171180699675542838/posts/default/8542827534534701546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-a-kiddo.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-years-resolutions.html' title='New Year&apos;s Resolutions'/><author><name>kiddo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09403618339440361286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gem6t3fv4dU/TxN2te0UOnI/AAAAAAAAAWE/NdY8VU--SRw/s220/259910_156960867707896_154809537923029_328945_830125_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171180699675542838.post-2972853660657935681</id><published>2011-12-20T15:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T15:45:49.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'>best friends</title><content type='html'>i just want to say that i think that best friends should stick up for each other no matter what.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;love interests should never get in the way of a true-blue friendship.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...because no one cares like a best friend does.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hope he one day sees that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/8171180699675542838-2972853660657935681?l=im-a-kiddo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-a-kiddo.blogspot.com/feeds/2972853660657935681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://im-a-kiddo.blogspot.com/2011/12/best-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171180699675542838/posts/default/2972853660657935681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171180699675542838/posts/default/2972853660657935681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-a-kiddo.blogspot.com/2011/12/best-friends.html' title='best friends'/><author><name>kiddo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09403618339440361286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gem6t3fv4dU/TxN2te0UOnI/AAAAAAAAAWE/NdY8VU--SRw/s220/259910_156960867707896_154809537923029_328945_830125_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171180699675542838.post-8533260275212969286</id><published>2011-12-11T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T13:33:51.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>time travel</title><content type='html'>it is a long time belief that i should have been born in the 1940s (in or near the year 1943).&lt;br /&gt;here is why:&lt;br /&gt;i would have been 20-something years old in the 1960s.&lt;br /&gt;the music &amp;amp; art from this era match my soul so much more than anything else from present day.&lt;br /&gt;music was pure, and possessed great skill and passion. you really had to be great.&lt;br /&gt;art was so expressive and raw. real materials and human hands created thought-provoking paintings and sculptures.&lt;br /&gt;everything was real.&lt;br /&gt;technology had not yet corrupted these two elements.&lt;br /&gt;this is where i belonged then, or perhaps belong now.&lt;br /&gt;if i had the opportunity to time travel, i know where i would go, and probably stay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8171180699675542838-8533260275212969286?l=im-a-kiddo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-a-kiddo.blogspot.com/feeds/8533260275212969286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://im-a-kiddo.blogspot.com/2011/12/time-travel.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171180699675542838/posts/default/8533260275212969286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171180699675542838/posts/default/8533260275212969286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-a-kiddo.blogspot.com/2011/12/time-travel.html' title='time travel'/><author><name>kiddo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09403618339440361286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gem6t3fv4dU/TxN2te0UOnI/AAAAAAAAAWE/NdY8VU--SRw/s220/259910_156960867707896_154809537923029_328945_830125_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171180699675542838.post-8908055798191743067</id><published>2011-11-28T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T21:11:21.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'>memories, dreams, and imagination</title><content type='html'>sometimes my mind drifts back to about a year ago.&lt;div&gt;and i think, "damn, it feels like a long time since all of that."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;things were so different then. so bittersweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and let's face it, things were so different 3 years ago too. and 5 years ago, and 7 years ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everything i have ever known and remembered feels to be in another lifetime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;people i have met, events and happenings in my life, and all other metamorphoses are so far, far away now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and well hell, after flipping through photographs of my childhood, and getting shot up with flashbacks of a forgotten bliss, all of those memories just seem like i was asleep and dreaming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;however, i woke up a long time ago; and i have been fighting to hang on to the faint images in my brain that sometimes slip away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and after all that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now i think, where will i be in 1 year from now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want to be where my imagination and heart take me.&lt;/div&gt;&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;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/8171180699675542838-8908055798191743067?l=im-a-kiddo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-a-kiddo.blogspot.com/feeds/8908055798191743067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://im-a-kiddo.blogspot.com/2011/11/memories-dreams-and-imagination.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171180699675542838/posts/default/8908055798191743067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171180699675542838/posts/default/8908055798191743067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-a-kiddo.blogspot.com/2011/11/memories-dreams-and-imagination.html' title='memories, dreams, and imagination'/><author><name>kiddo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09403618339440361286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gem6t3fv4dU/TxN2te0UOnI/AAAAAAAAAWE/NdY8VU--SRw/s220/259910_156960867707896_154809537923029_328945_830125_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171180699675542838.post-7307196466445284821</id><published>2011-11-23T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T18:55:12.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the journey</title><content type='html'>each day is a step, a step that makes up many within a long journey.&lt;br /&gt;although, i wish it were a quick and easy journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am working my way towards a goal, and a place where i can finally be who i am.&lt;br /&gt;this place is far, far away; and i find myself frustrated and hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they say "look at you. why haven't you made it yet? will you ever get there?"&lt;br /&gt;i look down at my feet and respond "i'm working on it. i promise."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are those who believe in me though.&lt;br /&gt;they say i can do anything.&lt;br /&gt;"you can do it, kiddo! i just know it!"&lt;br /&gt;and i feel a spark light within me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, should &lt;i&gt;i &lt;/i&gt;believe in me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i should.&lt;br /&gt;..because if i do not, then i will never make it.&lt;br /&gt;i have to make it.&lt;br /&gt;and no one, not even myself, will stop me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8171180699675542838-7307196466445284821?l=im-a-kiddo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-a-kiddo.blogspot.com/feeds/7307196466445284821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://im-a-kiddo.blogspot.com/2011/11/journey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171180699675542838/posts/default/7307196466445284821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171180699675542838/posts/default/7307196466445284821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-a-kiddo.blogspot.com/2011/11/journey.html' title='the journey'/><author><name>kiddo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09403618339440361286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gem6t3fv4dU/TxN2te0UOnI/AAAAAAAAAWE/NdY8VU--SRw/s220/259910_156960867707896_154809537923029_328945_830125_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171180699675542838.post-4054176408714747332</id><published>2011-11-21T19:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T19:16:08.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i make my world</title><content type='html'>i used to believe in everything.&lt;br /&gt;in my youth, i was naive and accepting of what the big people told me.&lt;br /&gt;the thought was grown-ups know best.&lt;br /&gt;life was easy- all the facts were laid out for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, i'm older now.&lt;br /&gt;and i see that adults lie and/or are misinformed and mistaken on what they say.&lt;br /&gt;the difference between what is real and what is false is blurred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to believe in everything.&lt;br /&gt;now, i'm skeptical and do not trust what is said to me without full evidence.&lt;br /&gt;it may be safe to say i believe in nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reality is what i make of it.&lt;br /&gt;i control what is real; and i believe what i make with my mind.&lt;br /&gt;it's the only way to live.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8171180699675542838-4054176408714747332?l=im-a-kiddo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-a-kiddo.blogspot.com/feeds/4054176408714747332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://im-a-kiddo.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-make-my-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171180699675542838/posts/default/4054176408714747332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171180699675542838/posts/default/4054176408714747332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-a-kiddo.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-make-my-world.html' title='i make my world'/><author><name>kiddo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09403618339440361286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gem6t3fv4dU/TxN2te0UOnI/AAAAAAAAAWE/NdY8VU--SRw/s220/259910_156960867707896_154809537923029_328945_830125_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171180699675542838.post-4380187374549549338</id><published>2011-11-17T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T21:27:47.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'>euphoric memories</title><content type='html'>after thinking carefully, i believe that if i could have one wish, it would be selective memory.&lt;br /&gt;how great would it be to be able to delete those certain flashbacks of heartache and remorse?&lt;br /&gt;i would like full control of my data banks.&lt;br /&gt;"ok, i don't need this now, nor ever."&lt;br /&gt;"this person. i would like to forget."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is understood that mistakes would absolutely be deleted.&lt;br /&gt;and don't we learn from our mistakes?&lt;br /&gt;don't care! DELETED!&lt;br /&gt;perhaps, i would encounter the subconscious knowledge that i should not go forward with person, place, or thing.&lt;br /&gt;maybe..i would just know, based on instinct..from learned, yet forever gone experience.&lt;br /&gt;therefore, it will be ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in addition, i would like to request memory replacement.&lt;br /&gt;i will fill in and repair those areas that seem empty and scarce.&lt;br /&gt;perspective determines one's reality.&lt;br /&gt;to improve personal reality...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would make it as if i were euphoric all my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8171180699675542838-4380187374549549338?l=im-a-kiddo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-a-kiddo.blogspot.com/feeds/4380187374549549338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://im-a-kiddo.blogspot.com/2011/11/euphoric-memories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171180699675542838/posts/default/4380187374549549338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171180699675542838/posts/default/4380187374549549338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-a-kiddo.blogspot.com/2011/11/euphoric-memories.html' title='euphoric memories'/><author><name>kiddo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09403618339440361286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gem6t3fv4dU/TxN2te0UOnI/AAAAAAAAAWE/NdY8VU--SRw/s220/259910_156960867707896_154809537923029_328945_830125_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171180699675542838.post-5392051619073988880</id><published>2011-06-22T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T20:35:51.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gaze of a human boy</title><content type='html'>these robot girl's eyes open and begin to flicker. the gaze is set on a human boy's eyes, which are staring into hers. no other pair of eyes has looked into hers like this before.&lt;br /&gt;the eyes of the human boy are dark and infinite, with such earnest intent.&lt;br /&gt;he looks at her with the most love she has ever seen; and she is left awestruck, paralyzed and mouth agape.&lt;br /&gt;all other eyes seem lifeless and unfeeling to her.&lt;br /&gt;his possess everything that is life, and he wants nothing more than to give that to her.&lt;br /&gt;robot girl cannot believe she found this.&lt;br /&gt;human boy who wants to love her.&lt;br /&gt;as he runs his fingers through her hair, and tucks a lock behind her ear, he leans in to whisper, "i'll keep you."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8171180699675542838-5392051619073988880?l=im-a-kiddo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-a-kiddo.blogspot.com/feeds/5392051619073988880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://im-a-kiddo.blogspot.com/2011/06/gaze-of-human-boy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171180699675542838/posts/default/5392051619073988880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171180699675542838/posts/default/5392051619073988880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-a-kiddo.blogspot.com/2011/06/gaze-of-human-boy.html' title='gaze of a human boy'/><author><name>kiddo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09403618339440361286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gem6t3fv4dU/TxN2te0UOnI/AAAAAAAAAWE/NdY8VU--SRw/s220/259910_156960867707896_154809537923029_328945_830125_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171180699675542838.post-6493876839052039861</id><published>2011-06-15T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T09:58:12.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>forward motion</title><content type='html'>everyday is one day closer to the accomplished plan. &amp;nbsp;i am working towards my goal little by little each day. &amp;nbsp;some days, it may be just a small step, and other days, i may take a huge leap. there are also days where i feel frustrated, and progression is slowed.&lt;br /&gt;however, i will not quit this plan. &amp;nbsp;it is the most important thing to me right now. &amp;nbsp;this plan i have will set me free and give me the ability to be who i am. &amp;nbsp;so, therefore, giving up is unacceptable and is absolutely not an option.&lt;br /&gt;keep moving forward- this is my philosophy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8171180699675542838-6493876839052039861?l=im-a-kiddo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-a-kiddo.blogspot.com/feeds/6493876839052039861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://im-a-kiddo.blogspot.com/2011/06/forward-motion.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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life</title><content type='html'>in my experience, disappointments are at its worst when i am in love with the person. that's the way it works, you know?&lt;br /&gt;maybe if it was someone else, it wouldn't really matter. &lt;br /&gt;but, since it is him, i cannot fight this feeling of betrayal, as melodramatic as that may sound.&lt;br /&gt;and i keep telling myself, "this is stupid. this is stupid. this is not a big deal."&lt;br /&gt;however, deep down inside, "it's a big deal to me."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8171180699675542838-221693290502339456?l=im-a-kiddo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-a-kiddo.blogspot.com/feeds/221693290502339456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://im-a-kiddo.blogspot.com/2011/05/fact-of-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link 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Night</title><content type='html'>Misty and damp, the nighttime atmosphere was illuminated by hazy, orange street lamps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were connected by cellular wires, as we held our phones so tightly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Where are you?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My right ear was hanging on to every breath and sound escaping your lips, as I ran excitedly in search for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Turning each corner of the building, my heart raced faster; so fast, it rattled loudly within the cage of my ribs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My innermost core was yearning to find you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the last bend, I was briefly frozen in my tracks at the sight of your celestial silhouette.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You turned, and fixed your gaze on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Without further hesitation, I flew to you to be met with the sweetest embrace ever bestowed to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, with your hand in mine, we ventured off into the rest of the night together, having never felt more young and free. &amp;nbsp;I remember that I never wanted the night to end.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I wish the sun didn't have to come up."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During that time with you, I realized I had stumbled upon a large puzzle piece that had been missing for a very long time. And it fit so perfectly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will always remember the colors, the sounds, and the way you held me that night, as you shared with me a story you had written. &amp;nbsp;It was the best story I had ever heard in my life. &amp;nbsp;Wrapped in pillowy blankets and feeling our hearts so close, I was so glad we were found.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You played this song for me that night. &amp;nbsp;And since then, it remains within me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lcgyKo7vbm4"&gt;In the Aeroplane Over the Sea&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/8171180699675542838-5491276729310896553?l=im-a-kiddo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-a-kiddo.blogspot.com/feeds/5491276729310896553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://im-a-kiddo.blogspot.com/2011/05/magical-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171180699675542838/posts/default/5491276729310896553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171180699675542838/posts/default/5491276729310896553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-a-kiddo.blogspot.com/2011/05/magical-night.html' title='A Magical Night'/><author><name>kiddo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09403618339440361286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gem6t3fv4dU/TxN2te0UOnI/AAAAAAAAAWE/NdY8VU--SRw/s220/259910_156960867707896_154809537923029_328945_830125_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171180699675542838.post-3296005418531364455</id><published>2011-05-19T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T20:39:54.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Current Plans</title><content type='html'>I received my order of prints today from&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.overnightprints.com/"&gt;Overnightprints.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I ordered 175 prints (25 prints of each of my 7 latest works).&lt;br /&gt;To keep the prints in pristine condition, I will be placing each print in a &lt;a href="http://www.matcutter.com/catalog.php?catid=66&amp;amp;styleid=0"&gt;protective, clear plastic sleeve&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I should be having my first show weekend of June 25th and 26th.&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I will be accumulating other items that exploit my work, such as postcards, buttons, and charming t-shirts.&lt;br /&gt;Great things are drawing nearer each day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8171180699675542838-3296005418531364455?l=im-a-kiddo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-a-kiddo.blogspot.com/feeds/3296005418531364455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://im-a-kiddo.blogspot.com/2011/05/current-plans.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171180699675542838/posts/default/3296005418531364455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171180699675542838/posts/default/3296005418531364455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-a-kiddo.blogspot.com/2011/05/current-plans.html' title='Current Plans'/><author><name>kiddo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09403618339440361286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gem6t3fv4dU/TxN2te0UOnI/AAAAAAAAAWE/NdY8VU--SRw/s220/259910_156960867707896_154809537923029_328945_830125_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
