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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>A Sad Clown</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @asadclown)</generator><link>http://asadclown.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>Shipping to Seattle...</title><description>&lt;p&gt; A Bright Future on the Horizon,&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://asadclown.tumblr.com/post/10350766506</link><guid>http://asadclown.tumblr.com/post/10350766506</guid><pubDate>Sun, 18 Sep 2011 03:12:47 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>In a Downward Spiral...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I see you following in my footsteps. It&amp;#8217;s a long and lonely path. I worry for you. Don&amp;#8217;t be like me.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://asadclown.tumblr.com/post/10286669565</link><guid>http://asadclown.tumblr.com/post/10286669565</guid><pubDate>Fri, 16 Sep 2011 16:40:23 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Just Found My Password...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Some one hid it underneath my Cocaine.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://asadclown.tumblr.com/post/10111672321</link><guid>http://asadclown.tumblr.com/post/10111672321</guid><pubDate>Sun, 11 Sep 2011 22:17:18 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>May 1st</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I will never forget this day&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://asadclown.tumblr.com/post/5124446081</link><guid>http://asadclown.tumblr.com/post/5124446081</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 May 2011 00:52:27 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Work...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;As I begin to work I realize that I could never be a stay at home leaching person. I actually don&amp;#8217;t mind working. It gets you unparalleled satisfaction.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://asadclown.tumblr.com/post/4039630168</link><guid>http://asadclown.tumblr.com/post/4039630168</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Mar 2011 01:28:48 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>A sad song...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;There once was a sad sad song. It went a little something like this,&amp;#8221;A man stands alone, and cries to himself &amp;#8216;why am I all alone?&amp;#8217; He sits by himself, and thinks, &amp;#8216;Why am I all alone?&amp;#8217; He wonders, what he wonders, he wonder just why?He makes excuses but he knows they are lies. His thoughts they get muttled, and scuttled and rather obscure. He feels alone all the time and he is never quite sure. But when he gets in his zone. He knows that he will always be all alone.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://asadclown.tumblr.com/post/3889904710</link><guid>http://asadclown.tumblr.com/post/3889904710</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Mar 2011 22:03:29 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>A Bum...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I feel worthless. I sit around and try and keep myself sane. I have tried with no prevail to get funds. I tried to start my career when I met with a time released road block. That has yet to cease. I feel like a bum.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://asadclown.tumblr.com/post/3664561846</link><guid>http://asadclown.tumblr.com/post/3664561846</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 Mar 2011 15:29:16 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Driving...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I am driving on the highway of life. I am speeding. I don&amp;#8217;t know where I&amp;#8217;m going or if I missed my turn. I always know where I&amp;#8217;m at but I am still lost. On the highway of life I am driving down yet I lack drive. I am lost inside my head.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://asadclown.tumblr.com/post/3319232989</link><guid>http://asadclown.tumblr.com/post/3319232989</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Feb 2011 20:58:03 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Blind...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I hate how people can hide stuff from me so well. All they have to do is put it right in front of my face. If you make deathly obvious I will never see it. I am blinded by looking too hard.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://asadclown.tumblr.com/post/3202261513</link><guid>http://asadclown.tumblr.com/post/3202261513</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Feb 2011 14:47:10 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>The Journey...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;As I sit in this beautiful place I can&amp;#8217;t help but be depressed. There is entirely too much on my plate. I feel like belimic at a buffet.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;First issue is a continuing issue. One I&amp;#8217;ve dealt with since I can remember. My felf image. It&amp;#8217;s wierd. I can see beauty in anyone. Anyone except my self. I see a lazy sloppy greasy ugly disgruntled mess when I look in the mirror. My reflection doesn&amp;#8217;t even like looking at me.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Second I can&amp;#8217;t help but be disgusted with who I&amp;#8217;ve become. I am a far cry from what I envisioned I would be when I was young. I thought I would be something. I thought that I would be the type of person people envied. I never imagined I&amp;#8217;d be what people strive not to become. I&amp;#8217;m a dick most of the time. I can&amp;#8217;t relate to people. And I feel isolated. The worst part is that I truely care about peoples feelings but not their problems. I am a depressed asshole. Probably one of the worst combinations out there.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Lastly I hate not knowing. I hate that I don&amp;#8217;t know what most people truely think of me. I hate not knowing why people don&amp;#8217;t like me. I hate not knowing what&amp;#8217;s in store for me along this journey called life.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Despite all this negativity I am not afraid of the future. As a wise man once told me &amp;#8220;The journey doesn&amp;#8217;t end with the trail. It ends when you stop moving your feet.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://asadclown.tumblr.com/post/2828834858</link><guid>http://asadclown.tumblr.com/post/2828834858</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Jan 2011 13:28:42 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Life...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;As I sit here I wonder. I wonder if I am going to end up disappointing every one I care about. I wonder if I am going to disappoint myself. I wonder if I am the only one who feels how I do. I wonder if life is going to pass me by. I am also very grateful for every positive thing that I do have. I love the fact I have a cousin that no matter how much of a bitch I am being will put up with me.I love the fact that I know what its like to love someone with all my heart. Even though I no longer have that person I am appreciative of what I used to have. I think that some people never know that feeling. I love the fact I have friends who are going to be brutally honest with em even if they know it&amp;#8217;ll hurt a bit. I also love that I have friends who can&amp;#8217;t get mad at me even when I&amp;#8217;m a total ass to them. Most of all I love that I care so much. Even though sometime I care too much and get down on my self. I love that I have not become numb. &amp;#8220;&lt;span class="body"&gt;We love life, not because we are used to living but because we are used to loving.&amp;#8221;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/f/friedrichn103522.html"&gt;Friedrich Nietzsche&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://asadclown.tumblr.com/post/2472315172</link><guid>http://asadclown.tumblr.com/post/2472315172</guid><pubDate>Sun, 26 Dec 2010 15:23:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Feelings....</title><description>&lt;p&gt;A poem I have been working on&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I got Soul&lt;br/&gt;Like a Jazz Player playing in the Cold&lt;br/&gt;Feeling his fingers Swole &lt;br/&gt;As he grips his Horn of Gold&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I know Pain&lt;br/&gt;Like an African Man on the Plains&lt;br/&gt;His whole village in Flames&lt;br/&gt;And he&amp;#8217;s the only one who Remains&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I have Might&lt;br/&gt;Like a Greek God in a Fight&lt;br/&gt;Battling for his Life&lt;br/&gt;His back stabbed with a Knife&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I got feeling like, like, well&lt;br/&gt;Metaphors can&amp;#8217;t Describe&lt;br/&gt;The feelings I hold Inside&lt;br/&gt;They can&amp;#8217;t show how much I Care&lt;br/&gt;They can&amp;#8217;t make you feel my Passion&lt;br/&gt;They can&amp;#8217;t show you how I Feel&lt;br/&gt;But if you look deep Enough&lt;br/&gt;You can Feel&lt;br/&gt;You can See&lt;br/&gt;And you Can Receive &lt;br/&gt;My Love&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://asadclown.tumblr.com/post/2465580944</link><guid>http://asadclown.tumblr.com/post/2465580944</guid><pubDate>Sun, 26 Dec 2010 00:19:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Excuse Me Miss...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;So tonight is the &amp;#8220;Buena Noche&amp;#8221;. It was a decent enough day. I am just wondering what I want. I miss a lot of people in my life. I miss my childhood. I miss being happy. I miss having friends that I loved. I miss when gifts could make me happy. I miss who I used to be. I miss playing sports. I even miss the struggles I used to have in my childhood. I miss struggling. I miss materialism. I miss being immaturity. I miss how I used to be. Most of all I miss having a mrs. But the problem is that every second I sit here and miss the past I miss out. In the words or JFK, &amp;#8220;&lt;span class="body"&gt;Change is the law of life. And those who look only to the past or present are certain to miss the future.&amp;#8221;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://asadclown.tumblr.com/post/2455193571</link><guid>http://asadclown.tumblr.com/post/2455193571</guid><pubDate>Sat, 25 Dec 2010 01:33:58 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Cold Winter Days...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;So today I am opening a new chapter in my life. It is a weird feeling  knowing that what i held in such a high regard will now just be another  pit stop in the road of life. I wonder how things will be now. I am  excited. The nice weather and the independence is rare back home but  abundant down here. I have been doing a lot of self-reflection and  thinking about what I want in life. I realized that all I want is for  people to love me for me. I feel kind of lonely as I have for the better  part of the last 6 years. It makes me realize that one of the coldest  days in my life was a sunny day in South Florida.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://asadclown.tumblr.com/post/2435109902</link><guid>http://asadclown.tumblr.com/post/2435109902</guid><pubDate>Thu, 23 Dec 2010 15:40:22 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Sunny Days...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#8217;ve taken a few days off from writing to truly gather my thoughts. I have decided I dwell entirely too much in the past. From this point on I&amp;#8217;m living for the present and the future. This weekend at home was warm and inviting. I laid in my own bed which caressed my entire body. I ate meals that were not just yesterdays reheated dinner. Every thing about being home after a long time away feels good. the Christmas tree to the fact I can walk around in nothing but my skivvy&amp;#8217;s, is an awesome feeling. It brings me back, appreciative my childhood. Even my dad getting drunk and yelling makes it feel like home. I am not dwelling in the past I am drawing from it for a better future. I am ecstatic for tomorrow. I&amp;#8217;m slinging myself down to the Sunshine State so I can soak in some sunny rays. Oh, how I love a sunny day.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://asadclown.tumblr.com/post/2390261197</link><guid>http://asadclown.tumblr.com/post/2390261197</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Dec 2010 13:21:24 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Boys don't cry...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;This is a poem I wrote August 18, 2010. It&amp;#8217;s kind of old but I hope you enjoy.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Boys don&amp;#8217;t cry
When I feel the moisture in my eyes
I am quick to wipe them dry
&amp;#8216;Cause boys don&amp;#8217;t cry&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;What am I to do when I wanna weep
As My sadness suppresses all my sleep
But boys can&amp;#8217;t cry&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The idea of me breaking down 
Is very blatant now
My emotions are hard to bury down 
But I have to because boys don&amp;#8217;t cry&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I have this great fear of
Being in public and beginning to tear up
&amp;#8216;Cause I always heard that boys need to be tough 
&amp;#8216;Cause boys don&amp;#8217;t cry&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;As I sat enduring the long ache 
The kind only found after a heart break
So I sit sorrowful with self pity
And think to my self &amp;#8220;boys don&amp;#8217;t cry&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;So passionatly I persipitate privately
In the only place possible
Into my pillow
&amp;#8216;Cause boys don&amp;#8217;t cry but men sure do&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://asadclown.tumblr.com/post/2369167625</link><guid>http://asadclown.tumblr.com/post/2369167625</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 Dec 2010 23:32:10 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>A Day in May, Well December...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Today was a duprising change of pace. I&amp;#8217;m in a pretty good mood. I feel like I mentally accomplished so much despite physically doing very little. I had alot of soul searching and I realized I need not be so hard on myself. I am always telling others that they need to love themselves more but I&amp;#8217;m not listening to my own advice. I am lookin and the world through new eyes. It&amp;#8217;s like my life is in HD. In the famous words of Curtis Jackson, &amp;#8220;The sun wouldn&amp;#8217;t look so bright if it wasn&amp;#8217;t for rain. And joy wouldn&amp;#8217;t seem so good if it wasn&amp;#8217;t for pain.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://asadclown.tumblr.com/post/2334002606</link><guid>http://asadclown.tumblr.com/post/2334002606</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 Dec 2010 01:45:08 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>A Tree...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Feeling extremely distant today. Despite my close friends being a phone call away, the loneliness combined with the shrilling cold and the murky darkness outside combines for a scene from a sort of depressing horror triller. I feel that when the most people are around I feel the most lonely. I am always Finding ways to make myself depressed without realizing it. Enough emotional 12 year old shit. If a tree in a forest falls does it get made fun of by the rest of trees for being clumsy.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://asadclown.tumblr.com/post/2322128059</link><guid>http://asadclown.tumblr.com/post/2322128059</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 Dec 2010 01:25:29 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>My Head...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;These darn headaches are killing me. My eyes hurt to be open. I can&amp;#8217;t seem to get her off my mind. It makes me happy but it also scares me. But the possibility of us being a maybe is all I need to stay positive. I miss you. &amp;#8220;Life is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you&amp;#8217;re gunna get.&amp;#8221; -Forrest Gump&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://asadclown.tumblr.com/post/2315998494</link><guid>http://asadclown.tumblr.com/post/2315998494</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Dec 2010 16:34:56 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>A Moment of Mixed Emotions....</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;I am slightly askew to how I am feeling. I just found out that the person on this planet I hold to the highest regard became available. She is a symbol of perfection in my eyes. But I don&amp;#8217;t quite know how to feel. I am not happy with the fact she broke up with someone who seemed to make her extremely happy. I am happy for a selfish reason that there may be a possibility that me and her can be together once again. But I don&amp;#8217;t know if that would really make me happy. You know how you felt in your childhood when Santa wasn&amp;#8217;t real. That&amp;#8217;s how I am afraid &lt;span&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; will end up. What if she doesn&amp;#8217;t want me. Or she isn&amp;#8217;t as good as i remembered. I don&amp;#8217;t know what to do. There are three possibilities. The first would be that I get rejected instantly in which my life will remain stagnant. The second is that she could disappoint me and that it give me the motivation that i have been looking for, for almost three years to get over her. Or lastly, the biggest long shot of the three is that we could work out and things could be how they were before or even better. I don&amp;#8217;t know what to do or how I should feel but I am currently leaning towards joy. In the words of George Washington, &amp;#8220;&lt;strong&gt;Fuck yea, Bitch&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&amp;#8221; Or something like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://asadclown.tumblr.com/post/2309230265</link><guid>http://asadclown.tumblr.com/post/2309230265</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Dec 2010 00:01:36 -0500</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
