<?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-3340741</id><updated>2011-07-30T11:36:49.008-04:00</updated><title type='text'>brown crayon</title><subtitle type='html'>mostly my randomness, but as always-when all is said and done. the pictures that i sketched of you are still brown...the color of my love</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>533</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340741.post-106718920343324432</id><published>2003-10-26T12:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-27T17:08:34.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>audio post powered by audblogYo I realize I said GLOB… but oh well.. it was free, and The joint wouldn’t let me fix it.. So flow with the general idea or don’t I’ve got a new spot that I vibe, I find it to be a more cathartic freeing release.. I will be back here every now and then. But there comes a point where you move forward or get rolled the fuck over..And well I am not in the mood to be</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106718920343324432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106718920343324432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/index.html#106718920343324432' title=''/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340741.post-106644608219794896</id><published>2003-10-17T23:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T23:01:22.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'>/</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106644608219794896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106644608219794896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/index.html#106644608219794896' title='/'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340741.post-106643532516939491</id><published>2003-10-17T20:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T20:14:27.850-04:00</updated><title type='text'>your recipe is only as strong as the ingredients</title><summary type='text'>i fuck myself every nightwishing it was youthat replaced my fingersdeep in the cushionwith yoursturning off the mechanicalmonotony of mypromiscuous mindallowing forroom tosettle into the comfortsof what it means tobe at homeeven though i'verealized thati can't beholding onto youin this spaceat this time</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106643532516939491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106643532516939491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/index.html#106643532516939491' title='your recipe is only as strong as the ingredients'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340741.post-106635162930561488</id><published>2003-10-16T20:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-16T20:47:08.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>how strange it bethat the same thingsthat give me peacedon'tnot when fifty fifty is reduced to 20fortyand that isn't even the whole of theeqautionthe photo isn't under my desk its still in the walletmaybe in another time and placeit would have made sensebut i guess now it don'ti never heard back from you when i last typedso i figure what is the usesis.do.wh.at.you.got.ta</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106635162930561488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106635162930561488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/index.html#106635162930561488' title=''/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340741.post-106592377519984732</id><published>2003-10-11T21:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-11T21:56:14.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>if you care to know the where abouts e meif notpeace </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106592377519984732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106592377519984732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/index.html#106592377519984732' title=''/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340741.post-106576875363178593</id><published>2003-10-10T02:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-11T02:41:53.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i am out.. hollaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-- done,  gone with the wind.. peace finito  roger that.  over and out</title><summary type='text'>was just a wordwith soundandoneindistinguishablesylablesound is a tap dance on decibles staggeredspaced like fake ass niggasmaking theiruntimely presenseat yo' funeralperpin' the realnessbut didn't even studythe textand continue to reviewfour and three quater stars for your performancei write thisbecause it is catharticto the souli gottapurge theshitthat</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106576875363178593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106576875363178593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/index.html#106576875363178593' title='i am out.. hollaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-- done,  gone with the wind.. peace finito  roger that.  over and out'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340741.post-106576802765423094</id><published>2003-10-10T02:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-10T02:52:26.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>roy ayers said it bestIT AIN'T YOUR SIGN, IT'S YOUR MIND</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106576802765423094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106576802765423094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/index.html#106576802765423094' title=''/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340741.post-106576464909658548</id><published>2003-10-10T01:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-10T01:46:20.730-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my sister is coming home for my moms b day..  i wonder what the weekend will bring.  it is hot in here, and i have the windows open, last night i heard a siren of some sort going full speed down the highway.  i thought hard for what was to  be at the destination, and i am all hopes that it wasn't too bad.  somebody asked me to pray for them, but i find it kind of hard to do, when i don't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106576464909658548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106576464909658548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/index.html#106576464909658548' title=''/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340741.post-106576418590266193</id><published>2003-10-10T01:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-10T01:36:25.563-04:00</updated><title type='text'>liquid soul</title><summary type='text'>so i am sitting here, listening to liquid soul radio stream, and what do i hear but d'angelo's Africa and i dig that joint so hard, so i am vibing like shit dood.  and then the telephone rings, its baby t, seeing wassup with me.. nuthin girl. chillin like shiiiiiet i watched pi again tonight.   very intelligent film..  i say you check it out,,elle  now to trainspotting</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106576418590266193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106576418590266193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/index.html#106576418590266193' title='liquid soul'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340741.post-106575340971075591</id><published>2003-10-09T22:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-09T22:36:49.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'>to my p did</title><summary type='text'>lmaogirl imma pray for that toeand you as a matter of factsince you are out funnin, all around the townjust hope you got some colorful mints handylove your ellelee brown</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106575340971075591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106575340971075591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/index.html#106575340971075591' title='to my p did'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340741.post-106574704066287156</id><published>2003-10-09T20:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-09T22:40:53.026-04:00</updated><title type='text'>because i don't believe you</title><summary type='text'>when you say that you are a revolutionaryfeeding your pocketsgetting stock tips frommarthai always knew you were an insiderfor the OTHER SIDEproviderliermother fuck thatand yeah rightyou are full of theshit that runsfrom my constipated assslow &amp; infrequentbaaaaaaaawwahahaha.. i love it .. cause i could care less what people you think</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106574704066287156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106574704066287156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/index.html#106574704066287156' title='because i don&apos;t believe you'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340741.post-106574605977357351</id><published>2003-10-09T20:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-09T20:37:07.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'>out of touch</title><summary type='text'>the lil' one called me and cursed me out, trying to figure out why the fuck i haven't called, she MOVED, and is on good terms with dum dum, although, he has yet to prove himself to her, and for real this timep has called to curse me out, lightly, asking where i have been, tellin' me of the goings on, that i have missed/have yet to hear abouti talked to j dig, for a moment on one of those </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106574605977357351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106574605977357351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/index.html#106574605977357351' title='out of touch'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340741.post-106574566794193540</id><published>2003-10-09T20:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-09T20:40:46.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'>random "power for the course"</title><summary type='text'>if only it would stop crumblingbefore the foundation had a chance to settledownchild before you go stirring thingsupagain</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106574566794193540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106574566794193540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/index.html#106574566794193540' title='random &quot;power for the course&quot;'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340741.post-106567133005363010</id><published>2003-10-08T23:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-08T23:48:49.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ms yak</title><summary type='text'>that carmel apple ciderwit' soywas BANGIN"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106567133005363010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106567133005363010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/index.html#106567133005363010' title='ms yak'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340741.post-106567030444002618</id><published>2003-10-08T23:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-08T23:31:44.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'>clam diggers</title><summary type='text'>isn't it CUTE!  lol</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106567030444002618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106567030444002618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/index.html#106567030444002618' title='clam diggers'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340741.post-106566967433956914</id><published>2003-10-08T23:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-08T23:59:08.286-04:00</updated><title type='text'>listening to john lennon, bootsie, and mr ayers, how bout that vinyl</title><summary type='text'>kinda small.  very small.. oh well, it may not serve the purpose, but it serves A purpose.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106566967433956914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106566967433956914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/index.html#106566967433956914' title='listening to john lennon, bootsie, and mr ayers, how bout that vinyl'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340741.post-106558486249690409</id><published>2003-10-07T23:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-08T00:02:06.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i am tired</title><summary type='text'>peaceps.. finished the shawl tonight, my back is killin me, i was sitting up in the spot with out of all peoples, the chess club.. lmao, they was hitting those timers back and forth, and i was tickin and tackin.  shawl done, whoooo hooo, my momma likes it, her eyes sort of lit up.  next time i make one, it will work with the big gul, cause now i want one, but it gotta work with meoh yeah </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106558486249690409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106558486249690409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/index.html#106558486249690409' title='i am tired'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340741.post-106558444914180954</id><published>2003-10-07T23:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-07T23:40:48.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the hookup</title><summary type='text'>i got this really cute shirt today, kinda off the shoulders, very cute.. shoes for work, and a pair of converse type boot things..  so we went to the grocery and this dude is straight staring me down, so my mom gets all up in his line, all up in his face and she keeps calling me over there, so i was like i am like mom, dood, i am chillin'.. so finally she is done with her order, and dood is still</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106558444914180954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106558444914180954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/index.html#106558444914180954' title='the hookup'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340741.post-106554268160635677</id><published>2003-10-07T12:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-07T12:04:41.683-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>driving ms daisyi am taking my grand mom and my mom shopping.  oh the joy of driving people that think that you can't drive.  toodle loo</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106554268160635677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106554268160635677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/index.html#106554268160635677' title=''/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340741.post-106548065134632271</id><published>2003-10-06T18:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T18:50:51.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'>honestly</title><summary type='text'>there are times that i can't help but question youshit i question mebutthis is when i realizethat maybe i wasn't wrong for stepping out on thingsdeciding to walk along the uncertainties,in essensepulling myself out before my headwas leveledby my urge to jumpin upside downi know that she still loves youi deduce this from haikus on sunday mornings</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106548065134632271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106548065134632271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/index.html#106548065134632271' title='honestly'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340741.post-106542004063609475</id><published>2003-10-06T02:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T02:00:40.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'>to my once friend</title><summary type='text'>i will call you the memento mando you realize that you are indeed the protagonistin your own disorientedrealitybeckoning for me to remember sammy jankiswhen it is you who has forgotten</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106542004063609475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106542004063609475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/index.html#106542004063609475' title='to my once friend'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340741.post-106541346850464367</id><published>2003-10-06T00:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T00:14:28.673-04:00</updated><title type='text'>aww damn</title><summary type='text'>i am a sucka for sad movies, and happy onesand i am sitting here watching antwone fisherand well it has me all teared upall teared upi can still hear the cow bells</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106541346850464367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106541346850464367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/index.html#106541346850464367' title='aww damn'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340741.post-106539104649590928</id><published>2003-10-05T17:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T17:57:25.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'>trading spaces 100 grand</title><summary type='text'>how did those lucky suckas get to be on the one hundred grand episode.. i must admit that i think they should have divided the money out a little better, maybe like 5 grand to multiple people... considering they do some nice designs with a thousand.  more people would have gotten better decorations, because some of those designs are crap.. and lets hope that frank is nowhere near the houses, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106539104649590928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106539104649590928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/index.html#106539104649590928' title='trading spaces 100 grand'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340741.post-106539033697983217</id><published>2003-10-05T17:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T17:49:19.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'>on the crafty front</title><summary type='text'>i have not dedicated myself to anything else besides, my moms shawl, which will be done by tomorrow, or shall i change that, the yarn that i purchashed will be gone by tomorrow, or late tonight, i am nott sure if it will do or not.  it has gotten much bigger that the picture below, but  i am still thinking that with one more skein, and about a fourth left, i am going to need to get some more.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106539033697983217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106539033697983217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/index.html#106539033697983217' title='on the crafty front'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340741.post-106538889694951918</id><published>2003-10-05T17:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T17:21:36.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'>clearer more detailed picture of colors involved in the scarf</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106538889694951918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106538889694951918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/index.html#106538889694951918' title='clearer more detailed picture of colors involved in the scarf'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340741.post-106538800431558187</id><published>2003-10-05T17:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T17:06:44.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i like the creative vibes, that my extra full room brings, with just the right amount of light, incense burning, and candles flickering, it has that peaceful feeling that i feel comfortable creating in.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106538800431558187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106538800431558187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/index.html#106538800431558187' title=''/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340741.post-106538588835621360</id><published>2003-10-05T16:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T16:31:28.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'>unconcious mutterings</title><summary type='text'>Coat:: peaAllowance:: monthlyMist:: fineDisorder:: eating Scheme:: colorDick:: mobyHomework:: ugh Milton:: bradleyShampoo:: peppermintZ::zzZZzzZZzzz...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106538588835621360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106538588835621360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/index.html#106538588835621360' title='unconcious mutterings'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340741.post-106525173542854517</id><published>2003-10-04T03:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-04T03:25:38.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>friday five @ saturday three15</title><summary type='text'>1. What vehicle do you drive?2001 ford escape, got it the same day i officially went natural, chopped it all off, with one inch to spare, got some gel twists, and went straight to the dealership 10 days after my 20th birthday (i got into a car accident 10 days before my 20th birthday)2. How long have you had it?since april 27th 20013. What is the coolest feature on your vehicle?urm.. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106525173542854517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106525173542854517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/index.html#106525173542854517' title='friday five @ saturday three15'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340741.post-106521000366178565</id><published>2003-10-03T15:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-03T15:40:03.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'>pea soup hat, and new wool</title><summary type='text'>hat and wristband set finished today started in the wee hours, new wool very small amount, not enough for a hat, so i will make some type of change purse or something</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106521000366178565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106521000366178565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/index.html#106521000366178565' title='pea soup hat, and new wool'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340741.post-106520466860838875</id><published>2003-10-03T14:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-03T14:13:49.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'>quoteables</title><summary type='text'>freedom is a daily neceaaity like water, and we love most loyally and longest those who allow us at least occasionally to vanish and wander the curious night------marge peircylove, i find is like singing, everybody can do enough to satisfy themselves, though it may not impress the neighbors as being very much------zora neale hurston....the personal life deeply lived always expands into </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106520466860838875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106520466860838875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/index.html#106520466860838875' title='quoteables'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340741.post-106516451706743302</id><published>2003-10-03T03:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-03T03:39:18.750-04:00</updated><title type='text'>it is hotter than a muh.. in here</title><summary type='text'>my right eye has got some serious problems.. i think it is because i crochet too much, and it tries to keep up with the movement of the fingers.. but it ends up getting lost along the way, and well, i think it is broke.. it wont focus on shit..  i'm like damn i need this joint for the rest of my life. which  reminds me of my uncle that i love dearly, (rest his soul) but anyway, he used to joke </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106516451706743302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106516451706743302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/index.html#106516451706743302' title='it is hotter than a muh.. in here'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340741.post-106516349771340866</id><published>2003-10-03T02:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-03T02:44:57.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i had a dream</title><summary type='text'>kevin was walking around with a big ass chain on, he had his shirt unbuttoned to his belly button, instead of his polyester patched elbow suit..  lmao and i tell you that shit was a big gigantic improvement.. ah.. these damn people i know.. i tell ya</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106516349771340866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106516349771340866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/index.html#106516349771340866' title='i had a dream'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340741.post-106516320179415528</id><published>2003-10-03T02:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-03T02:40:01.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i said clawd-haf-mercy on my soul</title><summary type='text'>i think meshell ndegeocello is the most beautiful woman in the world.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106516320179415528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106516320179415528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/index.html#106516320179415528' title='i said clawd-haf-mercy on my soul'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340741.post-106508001587017018</id><published>2003-10-02T03:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-02T03:55:26.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'>pun intended.............not really</title><summary type='text'>taking  a break from moms shawl, i completed this hat and wristband set,  it was getting a tad bit too monotonus, if ya know what i mean.  talked to my pd also known as my othamotha, its funny cause she has some great insight on the person that i beez.. she sees all the overanalyzations first hand, and she is just plain down to earth.  she told me that i just gotta let go of whatever it is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106508001587017018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106508001587017018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/index.html#106508001587017018' title='pun intended.............not really'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340741.post-106505649790662129</id><published>2003-10-01T21:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T21:01:38.053-04:00</updated><title type='text'>start of the shawl</title><summary type='text'>we'll see what it looks like.. my dad says my mom will love iti dunno. yet</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106505649790662129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106505649790662129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/index.html#106505649790662129' title='start of the shawl'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340741.post-106504679552225268</id><published>2003-10-01T18:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T18:19:55.413-04:00</updated><title type='text'>j diggy</title><summary type='text'>sorry i haven't been able to contact youas you may know the telephone has died of a natural deathbut i hope everything is going okay on your end, and you are okimma e mail yalove elleleebrownskin</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106504679552225268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106504679552225268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/index.html#106504679552225268' title='j diggy'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340741.post-106504403216161616</id><published>2003-10-01T17:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T17:38:36.413-04:00</updated><title type='text'>silk and winder</title><summary type='text'>totally off the subject, but sometimes i think that wade robeson is a convulser disguised as a dancer, i mean have you watched the show..  i am not saying that he can't dance, because i know my ass can't.. but alot of the times, his popping and locking looks like it is on some ADD, i mean he does nice videos and stuff, don't get me wrong, but some of it is a tad bit interesting.  the sharon </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106504403216161616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106504403216161616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/index.html#106504403216161616' title='silk and winder'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340741.post-106498984845517620</id><published>2003-10-01T02:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T02:30:48.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i was treated to borderswhat were they thinkingi got the new issue of ms and one worldand the book role call a generational anthology of social &amp; political black literature &amp; art third world press feb 2002.. at a whopping 5 dollars, i would say a steal for an anthology of beautiful black works.  they had some journals 75 percent off, that were covered with silk, kinda nice, but i got my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106498984845517620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106498984845517620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/index.html#106498984845517620' title=''/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340741.post-106495628354612816</id><published>2003-09-30T17:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-30T17:40:39.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'>you're beautiful though </title><summary type='text'>those words ring in my minds ears, because she told me that todaywow.. it was just by chance that i got in contact with you today, it never happens  i am thinking it was meant to happen that wayso i am coming to terms with the excavation and exploration of the dig site, once called our loveand i think i will call this projectunderstanding the understanding of it all, which is overstanding </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106495628354612816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106495628354612816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/index.html#106495628354612816' title='you&apos;re beautiful though '/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340741.post-106494934807787628</id><published>2003-09-30T15:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-30T15:15:47.980-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If only I Could let You taste my Words beforeI let them goexactlywhen theywere feelingspureand rightBefore theyBecame aProductOf myendlessMind FuckPassing them dirtyTo my tongueFor the elements to Have their way with themIf I could I would have drank Your salty bluesBefore they becameThis riverthati wanna Envelope myself in,If onlyTo feel your WarmthandFor </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106494934807787628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106494934807787628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/index.html#106494934807787628' title=''/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340741.post-106489856847642416</id><published>2003-09-30T01:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-30T01:11:25.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'>let me break it down, so it can forever and consistantly be brokkkkkkkkkkkeee-</title><summary type='text'>i need to take a runor a few milliona sista is sosososososososososososososossounhealty it makes no sensei am ashamed of myselfand in need of changei don't likeliving like thisit is no fun being fatmy clothes don't like meand i don't like them suckas eitherwho wants to run with meonward upward</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106489856847642416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106489856847642416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/index.html#106489856847642416' title='let me break it down, so it can forever and consistantly be brokkkkkkkkkkkeee-'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340741.post-106489630844066675</id><published>2003-09-30T00:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-30T00:31:48.143-04:00</updated><title type='text'>scarf</title><summary type='text'>knitting a hat, and finishing 2 scarves</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106489630844066675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106489630844066675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/index.html#106489630844066675' title='scarf'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340741.post-106488301815957964</id><published>2003-09-29T20:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-30T03:03:55.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'>in progress.. multiple publishings ensue for this post.. thinking things out</title><summary type='text'>i deleted iti am so confusedvery very very veryi just don't knowi dunno.. burn some candles and nag champa for my soul, it is still a baby with many lessons to learnelle</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106488301815957964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106488301815957964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/index.html#106488301815957964' title='in progress.. multiple publishings ensue for this post.. thinking things out'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340741.post-106480739783115327</id><published>2003-09-28T23:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-28T23:59:32.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HAIRRRRRRRRRRRstory</title><summary type='text'>today i had the joy of conquering the hair..here is the transition.. from, all stuck together, to separation, and twisting, it turned out mighty fine alrightelle</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106480739783115327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106480739783115327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/index.html#106480739783115327' title='HAIRRRRRRRRRRRstory'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340741.post-106480683779762688</id><published>2003-09-28T23:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-28T23:40:37.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'>unconcious mutterings</title><summary type='text'>Herpes:: simplexFreddy:: krugerOctober:: novemberHunting:: seasonMSN:: 836:: dollarsHotel:: my bed at homeTravesty:: disasterHealth:: problemsConditions:: urm?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106480683779762688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106480683779762688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/index.html#106480683779762688' title='&lt;a href=&quot;http://subliminal.lunanina.com/&quot;&gt;unconcious mutterings&lt;/a&gt;'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340741.post-106475184148393465</id><published>2003-09-28T08:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-28T23:25:48.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'>party over here</title><summary type='text'>sunday mornin'flashbackto a time i wasn't present -but love like it was my ownthrough the musicthat speakssopassionatelyto my ardentheartright on!--lemme turn down this music before the next time i walk out of here i got on three shoes platformstwo on my feet..  yall know where the other is gonna besincecerlyelleps hope that we can be together soon- go 'head harold melvin, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106475184148393465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106475184148393465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/index.html#106475184148393465' title='party over here'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340741.post-106474787222610921</id><published>2003-09-28T07:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-28T08:48:03.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the boondocks according to elle</title><summary type='text'>before i could get outside to see the sun, and the sky and the wind tickling the leaves, in its slyest manner(see previous post).i went downstairs got my obligatory ginger tea cup (the smell deems so,) i walk over to that OXYMORON of a water cooler, to get some hot water, and think of how lazy i am not to boil the water (but whatever), so i am looking for my tea, and i go over to the counter, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106474787222610921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106474787222610921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/index.html#106474787222610921' title='the boondocks according to elle'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340741.post-106474632449861760</id><published>2003-09-28T06:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-28T08:19:44.683-04:00</updated><title type='text'>smooth</title><summary type='text'>the sun is rising lovelysomuch so,that i mustgo outside to greet it's welcometo a new dayandtobetter viewthedark purplethrowing on mutetomake way for bright bluethat's love//thank mom and dad for sticking two together because we don't know how//--3000 hey ya</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106474632449861760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106474632449861760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/index.html#106474632449861760' title='smooth'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340741.post-106474478238556497</id><published>2003-09-28T06:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-28T06:45:05.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'>up for the day</title><summary type='text'>i got up at 4 something.. going out to get the paperand wash me hair..something about sunday morning hair washing that has got me hookedi must admit, i haven't been feeling the greatest lately, my body is not happy with me, and i am getting sick more lately, hideous headaches, arms feel like crap.. cloudy mind.. etci need some more nag champatoday shall be lazy (who am i kidding.. they </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106474478238556497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106474478238556497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/index.html#106474478238556497' title='up for the day'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340741.post-106473904162932423</id><published>2003-09-28T04:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-28T08:21:42.353-04:00</updated><title type='text'>straight girl blue</title><summary type='text'>she is jabbin in my ear aboutthis girl she saw that"was too good looking to be a girl"but i am likestopspittingthe old assrhetoricabout how she was socutebut you is madand now you questioning yourself cause i knowwwwwwww you is waxing poeticon themwoodenfloorsthat make apath straightthrough your hearttrying to save face-ityou are curious--and don't got shit to prove</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106473904162932423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106473904162932423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/index.html#106473904162932423' title='straight girl blue'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340741.post-106469634961125855</id><published>2003-09-27T16:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-27T16:59:08.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>will fix template later</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106469634961125855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106469634961125855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/index.html#106469634961125855' title=''/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340741.post-106467374415544996</id><published>2003-09-27T10:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-27T10:42:23.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>going to get me a record player..whooooo hooo!!my dad was like what is nextan 8 trackif i so desireelle</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106467374415544996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106467374415544996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/index.html#106467374415544996' title=''/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340741.post-106464579284952005</id><published>2003-09-27T02:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-27T02:57:34.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'>going to sleep at three</title><summary type='text'>i must admit, i have been spending a horribly insane amount of time typing on this thing.  most of the time it is between knitting, from patterns on here, simply cause i haven't hooked up my printer, i am knitting a tube top for t, and i hope it is small enough, she has the exact opposite problem i have with clothesi just got off the phone, my two-something ritual, and i must say, it was a joy</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106464579284952005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106464579284952005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/index.html#106464579284952005' title='going to sleep at three'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340741.post-106461702615512017</id><published>2003-09-26T18:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-26T19:22:49.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'>baby take off your cool, i want to get to know you</title><summary type='text'>strippin out theseclotheshot-knowinthat if you was herei wouldn'tcause i can't let yousee my insecuresidewhich is all of themand that is really the reasoni hold back on lovetherenow i said it</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106461702615512017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106461702615512017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/index.html#106461702615512017' title='baby take off your cool, i want to get to know you'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340741.post-106461610450898311</id><published>2003-09-26T18:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-26T18:41:44.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>we are taking the clothes to a womens and childrens shelter..  now i shall find the one, that i will donate tobout to go re-wash the clothes, and box by sizes:)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106461610450898311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106461610450898311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/index.html#106461610450898311' title=''/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340741.post-106461491595387502</id><published>2003-09-26T18:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-26T18:21:55.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'>t shirt making</title><summary type='text'>tired of the looking like everyone elsemake your owni am making tshirt transfers tonightany ideas?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106461491595387502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106461491595387502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/index.html#106461491595387502' title='t shirt making'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340741.post-106461256965033335</id><published>2003-09-26T17:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-26T17:52:43.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'>yarn</title><summary type='text'>i have aquired a heap of yarn lately, at more than perfect prices.  luck.. probablywhat is it you askgreen- 5 hanks of bahamas, made in italy for jakobsdals coulour 4124 lot 1951yellow- (2) katia menta color 22 tint 20245 novelty eyelash type yarn (2) katia blues viscose ribbon yarn tirqouise&amp; purple-(1) each dancing leaf farm chenille yarnmisc. yarnsome what i think to be bags that they</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106461256965033335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106461256965033335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/index.html#106461256965033335' title='yarn'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340741.post-106456076890039382</id><published>2003-09-26T03:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-26T03:37:34.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i am sorry</title><summary type='text'>for not making the phone ring on your sidei was too busy trying to fold myself into the hospital corners of my bedthe feeling you ask.. every bit of despondent, dejected, dispirited.. yeahyou get the picturei am about to go try out my new tooth brushyes--at three-oh-five in the morningbecause i finally got her to go to sleep, cause i don't feel like talkin on the phone, or watching a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106456076890039382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106456076890039382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/index.html#106456076890039382' title='i am sorry'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340741.post-106453683224706541</id><published>2003-09-25T20:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-25T20:44:16.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'>good news</title><summary type='text'>two text messages from two different people at the same timeamina lawal wins appeal against stoningtees best friend had a healthy baby gulpeace elle</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106453683224706541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106453683224706541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/index.html#106453683224706541' title='good news'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340741.post-106453065115570711</id><published>2003-09-25T18:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-25T18:58:55.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'>shower</title><summary type='text'>i am going to take a showersimplybecauseit is easier to disguise the tearswhen you havewater running down your face</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106453065115570711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106453065115570711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/index.html#106453065115570711' title='shower'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340741.post-106452934991549663</id><published>2003-09-25T18:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-26T03:31:20.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'>if only i could make this make sense to you-to myself</title><summary type='text'>i finallyfigured out, that i can't manifest my love for youthrough br ok e n    ke yst  ro  ke sand unintelligible grammerBefore, I musteredall of myheart into a ball and threw ItHalf ass hoping that you would catch itAnd throw me to the sideSo that I could recover in Normalcy And then againhalf ass hoping you would catch ittake me homeand when you did, its as if i gothome sick</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106452934991549663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106452934991549663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/index.html#106452934991549663' title='if only i could make this make sense to you-to myself'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340741.post-106452848816036612</id><published>2003-09-25T18:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-26T03:33:04.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'>don't mourn for my old words</title><summary type='text'>they used to call me a poetbut now my words aren't to their likingso i ball up every page of thosethingsand burn them in the firelike i want you to promise you will do me when i am gonephysically-Do that for meOr all shall not restdon't sit me in no churchi never graced after i wasold enough to choose for myselfI don’t want nobody standing over myLifeless body talking about </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106452848816036612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106452848816036612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/index.html#106452848816036612' title='don&apos;t mourn for my old words'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340741.post-106447165060504815</id><published>2003-09-25T02:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-25T03:01:39.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SHONUFF</title><summary type='text'>i miss my ginger altoids, and my tin of mints that ever so politely states"please enjoy a mint, since your breath smells like butt"it is hot as crap in here, my head is aching, and jata just told me i am fasting because i can't fit into my jeans..and then she laughed long and hard.. you know when i get your ass back, there is no discussion- how do they say it...  get back is a muthafucka..  ;</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106447165060504815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106447165060504815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/index.html#106447165060504815' title='SHONUFF'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340741.post-106447035893714825</id><published>2003-09-25T02:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-25T02:12:38.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106447035893714825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106447035893714825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/index.html#106447035893714825' title=''/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340741.post-106442209408996783</id><published>2003-09-24T12:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T17:32:59.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'>he</title><summary type='text'>if only this freedomthang didn't hurt so badi now know why my momma always sent me offfirst aid kit in hand</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106442209408996783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106442209408996783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/index.html#106442209408996783' title='he'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340741.post-106442061592407381</id><published>2003-09-24T12:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T12:23:35.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'>if these (uterus) walls could talk 1</title><summary type='text'>they vould probably be talking to me in the voice of ms. brown, sceaming obsenities..  like maybe"what the fuck is your problem" followed by !@#$%^@#$@#$#@$ah the pain..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106442061592407381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106442061592407381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/index.html#106442061592407381' title='if these (uterus) walls could talk 1'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340741.post-106440147569488364</id><published>2003-09-24T07:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T07:04:35.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'>forest gump</title><summary type='text'>I must have drunk me about 15 Dr. Peppers.i got to peeelle</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106440147569488364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106440147569488364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/index.html#106440147569488364' title='forest gump'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340741.post-106438875752927382</id><published>2003-09-24T03:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T03:56:07.540-04:00</updated><title type='text'>for you i wont move fast</title><summary type='text'>tomy best friend/geechee girli wont move fast for youi wont move too fasti will try not to move fasti wanna keep the pace with your riddemscause i see your firebright like those city lightsthat when stilldance with the samee-mo-tionas that photographi got etched in mysubliminalof movementsmadewith conciousnessof heartand mindi ain't never going to move to fast for youto </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106438875752927382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106438875752927382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/index.html#106438875752927382' title='for you i wont move fast'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340741.post-106438695015408948</id><published>2003-09-24T03:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T03:50:38.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'>twin souls..  i mean we both gave each other mangos for christmas..lmao if great minds don't think alike ;)</title><summary type='text'>i can't sleep, so i will give you a little letter to read at your desk tomorra..i was just sitting here, and i looked you up in google, and i was reading your archives, and gurl ain't shit funnier than that right there, maybe its cause we was going through it all together.  and out of all the folks that i can relate that hardest, and best times of my life with, it would be you, cause you was a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106438695015408948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106438695015408948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/index.html#106438695015408948' title='twin souls..  i mean we both gave each other mangos for christmas..lmao if great minds don&apos;t think alike ;)'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340741.post-106438357687512146</id><published>2003-09-24T02:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T02:06:16.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>they killed the pictures on my page.. who knows of good hosting that will allow, my visually stimulated mind to function.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106438357687512146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106438357687512146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/index.html#106438357687512146' title=''/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340741.post-106438313877317789</id><published>2003-09-24T01:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T02:00:46.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'>roses really smell like boo-boo   --andre 3000</title><summary type='text'>My lipsdon’t take no kissesPackaged in babies breathAnd apologyLeave that to your mrsFor not askin if you couldRearrange the flowers in her garden</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106438313877317789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106438313877317789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/index.html#106438313877317789' title='roses really smell like boo-boo   --andre 3000'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340741.post-106438218219105328</id><published>2003-09-24T01:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T01:46:45.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lets find new ways to make lovecause neither my mindNor my body, can continue to contortInto those god awful positions You got out of a Book for a buck ninety-nine</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106438218219105328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106438218219105328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/index.html#106438218219105328' title=''/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340741.post-106438060870129077</id><published>2003-09-24T01:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T05:30:54.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'>don't move too fast</title><summary type='text'>today is the second day of my accidental fast, it was actually pretty easy,  i feel pretty good, hopefully significant change will come, i purchased a pocket muse today, and sacred woman, by queen afua, and have decided to do a 21 day cleanse, lets hope we get to day three, i was talking to my loctitian, about cleanses, and fasts, and this is where i am now, feeling okay and creative, i'll post </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106438060870129077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106438060870129077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/index.html#106438060870129077' title='don&apos;t move too fast'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340741.post-106437962231392419</id><published>2003-09-24T01:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T01:01:22.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'>she pigeonholed</title><summary type='text'>my art,i can't help but feel my heart twinge at those words, sent by a sistasoul in life.. but i must remember "Try to write poems at least one person in the room will hate."this one's for youelle</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106437962231392419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106437962231392419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/index.html#106437962231392419' title='she pigeonholed'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340741.post-106437850214254794</id><published>2003-09-24T00:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T00:43:12.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'>untitledunfinished</title><summary type='text'>I smelled nostalgia, the sun was shining beautiful, And the clouds were soft, and inviting, as if to seduce my fingers into playing catch with the unattainable.Its funny butthat afforded me an understandingOr at least a smidgen Of how you must feel On your plight with my heartAnd if it is any consolationI would surely curl my venusWith your sunIf only the timeWas based on an</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106437850214254794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106437850214254794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/index.html#106437850214254794' title='untitledunfinished'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340741.post-106437597944783696</id><published>2003-09-23T23:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T00:15:30.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'>it's a family affair</title><summary type='text'>so i am riding down the street listening to the love below, and the next thing i know somebody scares the bejeevus out of me, horn blaring, i turn and look, he is waving at me "hey honey" he says, and i realize i have seen him somewhere, in a store with his significant other, maybe it was his boyfriend, and i turn to him, and wave, and smile wide and point to the rainbow lei that is over my rear </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106437597944783696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106437597944783696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/index.html#106437597944783696' title='it&apos;s a family affair'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340741.post-106434231741238073</id><published>2003-09-23T14:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-23T14:38:36.993-04:00</updated><title type='text'>put it in the air</title><summary type='text'>i put it out there, and it came to me,   ellelee has a j-o-b  i start on the 19th, by choice, i have a lot of things i need to finish up, to get started, to reconcile, to purge.. to find before i get up in that piece.yes, happy as shit, personal revolution going on here.. give thanks.. yepperzgoing to borders, to work on some hats, and tic tac as j-diggy would say "you tic tackin over there?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106434231741238073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106434231741238073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/index.html#106434231741238073' title='put it in the air'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340741.post-106429075398853636</id><published>2003-09-23T00:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T06:51:40.500-04:00</updated><title type='text'>new hats</title><summary type='text'>bout to start on another, i haven't eaten today, i guess i will go chew some orange juice.. and hit them pillows.  tomorrow is going to be busy, gotta drop the hats and thangs off at the shop, and head to aylins for some yarn for the PROJECTpeace and ...elle</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106429075398853636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106429075398853636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/index.html#106429075398853636' title='new hats'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340741.post-106427355864050366</id><published>2003-09-22T19:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-22T19:32:38.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'>donny is de man</title><summary type='text'>hang  on to the world as it spins aroundjust don't let the spin get you downthings are moving fasthold on tight and you will lastkeep your self respect and your manly prideget yourself in gear keep your stridenevermind your fearsbrighter days will soon be heretake it from me some day we'll all be free......keep on walkin tallhold your head up highlay your dreams right up to the sky</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106427355864050366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106427355864050366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/index.html#106427355864050366' title='donny is de man'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340741.post-106426966673591523</id><published>2003-09-22T18:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-22T18:35:39.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'>she works</title><summary type='text'>I am sitting here, listening to the dells, with my old ass, as p would say.  I swear I love some music.  Especially old music, cause they talk straight to you  And I would fuck so hard with those basement parties, my folks be telling’ me about, the joints with the blue light,  and you best believe my ass would be having a rent party, lol, but even moreso it makes me remember growing up in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106426966673591523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106426966673591523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/index.html#106426966673591523' title='she works'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340741.post-106420879805944783</id><published>2003-09-22T01:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-22T02:26:59.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i get it from my momma</title><summary type='text'>I get it from my mommathis weekend was peace! except no word from you.. hmmmmmmm who could you be?! isabel came through and wrecked all the havoc she cared to, and then left. so many trees down, two in our yard, and about the same in everyone else’s. saturday i went to go pick ms p up, from her house, but in the midst of listening to my radio, all the way up, and going somewhere space like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106420879805944783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106420879805944783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/index.html#106420879805944783' title='i get it from my momma'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340741.post-106399427167221491</id><published>2003-09-19T13:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-19T13:57:51.006-04:00</updated><title type='text'> </title><summary type='text'>why the fuck am i so gotdamn shy... oh my goodness,  i got this weird ass fear of rejection.......  stop the fucking madness..crazy asselle</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106399427167221491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106399427167221491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/index.html#106399427167221491' title=' '/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340741.post-106394208233419032</id><published>2003-09-18T23:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-18T23:44:38.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it is even hotter in here.. hotter than july..  whoo.. you could fry an egg on my forehead...  probably wouldn't be tasty but hey.. what can i sayi am sitting here in the complete darkness watching goodtimes in a tiny window on my 'puter, dreading the battery lights inevitable blink in some minutes. 38 to be exact.gosh.... its been so long since i have typed here about the state of thangs..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106394208233419032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106394208233419032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/index.html#106394208233419032' title=''/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340741.post-106387279428488692</id><published>2003-09-18T04:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-18T04:15:27.573-04:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing</title><summary type='text'>i've got a lot of stuff on my mind, it is hot in here, and i can't quite figure it out.  i have been thinkin on it ... for some minutes, and seconds and hours  if only i had a crystal ball  ughin the process i made three hats.. and my fingers don't like me no mo'   </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106387279428488692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106387279428488692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/index.html#106387279428488692' title='nothing'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340741.post-106373709180466093</id><published>2003-09-16T14:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-16T15:02:06.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'>that girl be playing with your mind</title><summary type='text'>oh my.. i was just thinkin' on how ms. t puts thangs.. she be trippin a sis up.  she got a way with words, and that is half the battle..    got me thinkin november is after september..  like immediately.. maybe its cause i was in the grocery sto' not thinking about what she was talkin' bout.. but damn.. i have known the 12 months since when..?  not to mention she is dangerous to be around, and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106373709180466093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106373709180466093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/index.html#106373709180466093' title='that girl be playing with your mind'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340741.post-106358029747390258</id><published>2003-09-14T18:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-14T18:59:10.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'>blessings</title><summary type='text'>peace to the people i got a new computer viao frv28 so many blessings.  i got my hair twisted up yesterday, and i now have a spot to sell my items.. my loctitian(sp) is so extremely nice, not only has she offered to do this, she has commisioned me to make  a set for her hat wristwarmers and poncho.  i can't finish this right now but before i go i wish peace to the williams family on the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106358029747390258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106358029747390258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/index.html#106358029747390258' title='blessings'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340741.post-106321370455240795</id><published>2003-09-10T13:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T13:19:26.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a scarf for yesterday</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106321370455240795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106321370455240795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/index.html#106321370455240795' title='a scarf for yesterday'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340741.post-106313334038864405</id><published>2003-09-09T14:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T15:06:12.870-04:00</updated><title type='text'>finished items last night</title><summary type='text'>three wristbands acrylicone penny purse</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106313334038864405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106313334038864405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/index.html#106313334038864405' title='finished items last night'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340741.post-106313298049875075</id><published>2003-09-09T14:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T14:43:20.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'>photo op- hair</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106313298049875075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106313298049875075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/index.html#106313298049875075' title='photo op- hair'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340741.post-106312726882010894</id><published>2003-09-09T13:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T13:09:10.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'>thoroughlywholeheartedlymadlydeeply</title><summary type='text'>in lovehmm what a feelingdon't dig too deep now-- for the speculatorselle</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106312726882010894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106312726882010894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/index.html#106312726882010894' title='thoroughlywholeheartedlymadlydeeply'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340741.post-106312522248053490</id><published>2003-09-09T12:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T14:15:56.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'>beauty lying in the unforseen.... seek it</title><summary type='text'>....and then the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom. -anais nineverytime i read that quote, which is plastered in my psuedio, i envision a georgia o'keeffe painting.. she made the most beautiful flowers, which were at one point encased in a boring old bud, which leads me to believe, that beauty is ever lying in the unforeseen  . </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106312522248053490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106312522248053490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/index.html#106312522248053490' title='beauty lying in the unforseen.... seek it'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340741.post-106312445126762080</id><published>2003-09-09T12:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T12:20:51.313-04:00</updated><title type='text'>today is not my day.. so far</title><summary type='text'>oh my.. i feel like shiti really dislike falling out of my bed, not to mention i only wake up after a mild concussion.  ha, i ventured outside to get the mail, equipt with a robe, only to realize, that i had an unmentionable, hanging loose.. i wonder if they saw me.. ahgotta love days like this</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106312445126762080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106312445126762080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/index.html#106312445126762080' title='today is not my day.. so far'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340741.post-106296938283730206</id><published>2003-09-07T17:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-07T18:46:08.353-04:00</updated><title type='text'>crafty</title><summary type='text'>some photos of what i have been working on in my spare time.  not all of it, just a taste.. i been gone for a minute, but i will be back with some of my old ass ellelee-isms  and some new funknastyness i am trippin' and you know how it be, so for the second time around we gonna make it funky for real this timeyou don't gotta fuck wit it---just let it flowi might not be picasso, but i'll tell </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106296938283730206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106296938283730206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/index.html#106296938283730206' title='crafty'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340741.post-106099973361661486</id><published>2003-08-15T22:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-15T22:11:38.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'>steak taste on a hotdog budget.. HAAAAAAAA</title><summary type='text'>so then t-diddy texts mewhere you at-home, you wanna meet me at walmart, returning rugs- hey gotta eati would but i have no money-i don't know about you, but i'm about to hit up the grocery store (for more ramen its amazing how inventive you can get with plastic noodles and a seasoning packet)don't you wanna go get me some potato soup from bennigans-where that come from, you better hit up </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106099973361661486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106099973361661486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/index.html#106099973361661486' title='steak taste on a hotdog budget.. HAAAAAAAA'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340741.post-106099925356739135</id><published>2003-08-15T22:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-15T22:01:45.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'>life and times</title><summary type='text'>a girl is broke.. understatement.. i am left to ramen noodles, and they have now dubbed me the queen of returns, cause hey i sometimes buy things that don't make any damn sense, which calls for return.. and all i got to know is what is so wrong with that?  its been a minute since i really put everything out there.. and tonight might not be the night, but i am in need of a good ole soul stirring</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106099925356739135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106099925356739135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/index.html#106099925356739135' title='life and times'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340741.post-106099829742467866</id><published>2003-08-15T21:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-15T22:22:29.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'>diggin this dwele</title><summary type='text'>she'll never know that she's the reason that i wrote this rhymeand i'll bet she'll never guessbut i go all out of my wayjust to deliver this rhymebut shel'll never know-no-oh ohsubject      numbers 5 &amp; 15dripping like thoughts wetyou quench me with each discoveryi am still amazed that you that you are willing to give MEeverything that you got whole heartedlyand with a fight"i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106099829742467866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106099829742467866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/index.html#106099829742467866' title='diggin this dwele'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340741.post-106040380793623289</id><published>2003-08-09T00:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-09T00:40:52.883-04:00</updated><title type='text'>niggas and flies</title><summary type='text'>ahhhhhhh.. dammit..i had some shit to say, but well i just been away from the computer, i got my hair twisted up type lovely, met this playwrite at the cafe, when i was throwin away my cup, and she asked me to sit down and hear her work.  it was hot, she is in this travelling womens theatre group, and she has invited me to be a part in her play... whatt?  its cool, one of those bomb meetings, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106040380793623289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/106040380793623289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/index.html#106040380793623289' title='niggas and flies'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340741.post-105837049710070298</id><published>2003-07-16T11:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-16T11:56:03.743-04:00</updated><title type='text'>shopping for her baby</title><summary type='text'>hmmthere is this girl, that i know who is really in a rut, she has a baby, and is currently pregnant by this guy i went to highschool with who has FOUR children already he is 22 ,  who quit his job so he wouldn't have to pay her child support, and who is very much an asshole.  anywho, she doesn't make much money and she needs help,  so my sister and i are going shopping for her baby.  now i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/105837049710070298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/105837049710070298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/index.html#105837049710070298' title='shopping for her baby'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340741.post-105836588046762306</id><published>2003-07-16T10:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-16T10:34:59.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ughh i feel horrible- don't read it is horribbly dumb</title><summary type='text'>hmmi don't feel much like talking.. all i got to say it that i don't like drama, and there seems to be alot of it lately.. oh yeah i will add that my cellphone sucks.. has zero signal, and i am tired of hearing "you are breaking up"  i had a weird ass dream this morning, after waking up at the buttcrack of dawn to get alfred to camp.. does 5-ish seem a little outrageous for a 7 year olds day </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/105836588046762306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/105836588046762306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/index.html#105836588046762306' title='ughh i feel horrible- don&apos;t read it is horribbly dumb'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340741.post-105789956457679434</id><published>2003-07-11T00:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-11T00:59:24.673-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dancing to your beati once danced to your rhythyms thump thump</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/105789956457679434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340741/posts/default/105789956457679434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browncrayon.blogspot.com/index.html#105789956457679434' title=''/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403201789521075350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
