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  <title>Running_To_Stand_Still</title>
  <subtitle>Running_To_Stand_Still</subtitle>
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    <name>Running_To_Stand_Still</name>
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  <updated>2006-08-05T08:18:32Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:glenn_branca:1976</id>
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    <title>What's Good</title>
    <published>2006-08-05T08:18:32Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-05T08:18:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Life's like a mayonnaise soda&lt;br /&gt;and life's like space without room&lt;br /&gt;And life's like bacon and ice cream&lt;br /&gt;that's what life's like without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's like forever becoming&lt;br /&gt;but life's forever dealing in hurt&lt;br /&gt;Now life's like death without living&lt;br /&gt;that's what life's like without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's like Sanskrit read to a pony&lt;br /&gt;I see you in my mind's eye strangling on your tongue&lt;br /&gt;What's good is knowing such devotion&lt;br /&gt;I've been around - I know what makes things run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What good is seeing eye chocolate&lt;br /&gt;what good's a computerized nose&lt;br /&gt;And what good was cancer in April&lt;br /&gt;why no good - no good at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What good's a war without killing&lt;br /&gt;what good is rain that falls up&lt;br /&gt;What good's a disease that won't hurt you&lt;br /&gt;why no good, I guess, no good at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What good are these thoughts that I'm thinking&lt;br /&gt;It must be better not to be thinking at all&lt;br /&gt;A styrofoam lover with emotions of concrete&lt;br /&gt;no not much, not much at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's good is life without living&lt;br /&gt;what good's this lion that barks&lt;br /&gt;You loved a life others throw away nightly&lt;br /&gt;it's not fair, not fair at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's good?&lt;br /&gt;oh, baby, what's good?&lt;br /&gt;What's good?&lt;br /&gt;what's good? not much at all</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:glenn_branca:1771</id>
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    <title>Dirty Boulevard</title>
    <published>2006-08-05T08:17:59Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-05T08:17:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Pedro lives out of the Wilshire Hotel&lt;br /&gt;he looks out a window without glass&lt;br /&gt;The walls are made of cardboard, newspapers on his feet&lt;br /&gt;his father beats him 'cause he's too tired to beg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's got 9 brothers and sisters&lt;br /&gt;they're brought up on their knees&lt;br /&gt;it's hard to run when a coat hanger beats you on the thighs&lt;br /&gt;Pedro dreams of being older and killing the old man&lt;br /&gt;but that's a slim chance he's going to the boulevard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's going to end up, on the dirty boulevard&lt;br /&gt;he's going out, to the dirty boulevard&lt;br /&gt;He's going down, to the dirty boulevard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This room cost 2,000 dollars a month&lt;br /&gt;you can believe it man it's true&lt;br /&gt;somewhere a landlord's laughing till he wets his pants&lt;br /&gt;No one here dreams of being a doctor or a lawyer or anything&lt;br /&gt;they dream of dealing on the dirty boulevard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me your hungry, your tired your poor I'll piss on 'em&lt;br /&gt;that's what the Statue of Bigotry says&lt;br /&gt;Your poor huddled masses, let's club 'em to death&lt;br /&gt;and get it over with and just dump 'em on the boulevard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get to end up, on the dirty boulevard&lt;br /&gt;going out, to the dirty boulevard&lt;br /&gt;He's going down, on the dirty boulevard&lt;br /&gt;going out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside it's a bright night&lt;br /&gt;there's an opera at Lincoln Center&lt;br /&gt;movie stars arrive by limousine&lt;br /&gt;The klieg lights shoot up over the skyline of Manhattan&lt;br /&gt;but the lights are out on the Mean Streets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A small kid stands by the Lincoln Tunnel&lt;br /&gt;he's selling plastic roses for a buck&lt;br /&gt;The traffic's backed up to 39th street&lt;br /&gt;the TV whores are calling the cops out for a suck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And back at the Wilshire, Pedro sits there dreaming&lt;br /&gt;he's found a book on magic in a garbage can&lt;br /&gt;He looks at the pictures and stares at the cracked ceiling&lt;br /&gt;"At the count of 3" he says, "I hope I can disappear"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And fly fly away, from this dirty boulevard&lt;br /&gt;I want to fly, from dirty boulevard&lt;br /&gt;I want to fly, from dirty boulevard&lt;br /&gt;I want to fly-fly-fly-fly, from dirty boulevard</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:glenn_branca:1347</id>
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    <title>Romeo Had Juliette</title>
    <published>2006-08-05T08:17:15Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-05T08:17:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Caught between the twisted stars&lt;br /&gt;the plotted lines the faulty map&lt;br /&gt;that brought Columbus to New York&lt;br /&gt;Betwixt between the East and West&lt;br /&gt;he calls on her wearing a leather vest&lt;br /&gt;the earth squeals and shudders to a halt&lt;br /&gt;A diamond crucifix in his ear&lt;br /&gt;is used to help ward off the fear&lt;br /&gt;that he has left his soul in someone's rented car&lt;br /&gt;Inside his pants he hides a mop&lt;br /&gt;to clean the mess that he has dropped&lt;br /&gt;into the life of lithesome Juliette Bell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Romeo wanted Juliette&lt;br /&gt;and Juliette wanted Romeo&lt;br /&gt;And Romeo wanted Juliette&lt;br /&gt;and Juliette wanted Romeo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romeo Rodriguez squares&lt;br /&gt;his shoulders and curses Jesus&lt;br /&gt;runs a comb through his black pony-tail&lt;br /&gt;He's thinking of his lonely room&lt;br /&gt;the sink that by his bed gives off a stink&lt;br /&gt;then smells her perfume in his eyes&lt;br /&gt;And her voice was like a bell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside the streets were steaming the crack&lt;br /&gt;dealers were dreaming&lt;br /&gt;of an Uzi someone had just scored&lt;br /&gt;'I betcha I could hit that light&lt;br /&gt;with my one good arm behind my back'&lt;br /&gt;says little Joey Diaz&lt;br /&gt;Brother give me another tote&lt;br /&gt;those downtown hoods are no damn good&lt;br /&gt;those Italians need a lesson to be taught&lt;br /&gt;This cop who died in Harlem&lt;br /&gt;you think they'd get the warnin'&lt;br /&gt;I was dancing when his brains ran out on the street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Romeo had Juliette&lt;br /&gt;and Juliette had her Romeo&lt;br /&gt;And Romeo had Juliette&lt;br /&gt;and Juliette had her Romeo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll take Manhattan in a garbage bag&lt;br /&gt;with Latin written on it that says&lt;br /&gt;"it's hard to give a shit these days"&lt;br /&gt;Manhattan's sinking like a rock&lt;br /&gt;into the filthy Hudson what a shock&lt;br /&gt;they wrote a book about it&lt;br /&gt;they said it was like ancient Rome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The perfume burned his eyes&lt;br /&gt;holding tightly to her thighs&lt;br /&gt;And something flickered for a minute&lt;br /&gt;and then it vanished and was gone</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:glenn_branca:1035</id>
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    <title>glenn_branca @ 2006-04-01T19:56:00</title>
    <published>2006-04-02T02:56:42Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-02T02:56:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Keys to Your Heart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/heart.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are attracted to those who have a split personality - cold as ice on the outside but hot as fire in the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when your lover is creative and never lets you feel bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are stylish and alluring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was ruthless, cold-blooded, and sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal relationship is lasting. You want a relationship that looks to the future... one you can grow with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think of marriage pessimistically. You don't think happy marriages exist anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this moment, you think of love as something you thirst for. You'll do anything for love, but you won't fall for it easily.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/"&gt;What Are The Keys To Your Heart?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:glenn_branca:941</id>
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    <title>glenn_branca @ 2006-02-18T03:56:00</title>
    <published>2006-02-18T11:07:04Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-18T11:07:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Four jobs you have had in your life:&lt;br /&gt;* Hospital Porter&lt;br /&gt;* Door to door salesperson (I love the feeling of rejection)&lt;br /&gt;* Telemarketer (Did I mention how much I love rejection?)&lt;br /&gt;* Pizza Delivery Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four movies you could watch over and over:&lt;br /&gt;* Scarface&lt;br /&gt;* Glengarry Glen Ross&lt;br /&gt;* Wall Street&lt;br /&gt;* The Silence Of The Lambs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four places you've lived:&lt;br /&gt;* Winnipeg, Manitoba&lt;br /&gt;* Scottsdale, Arizona&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix, Arizona&lt;br /&gt;* Calgary, Alberta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four TV shows you love to watch that are on air:&lt;br /&gt;* The Office&lt;br /&gt;* SCTV (reruns, does that count?)&lt;br /&gt;* The Ali G Show&lt;br /&gt;* A Family Business&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four TV shows you love that are off the air:&lt;br /&gt;* Futurama&lt;br /&gt;* Miami Vice&lt;br /&gt;* Astroboy&lt;br /&gt;* Sally Jesse Raphael&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four places you've been on vacation:&lt;br /&gt;* Paris, France&lt;br /&gt;* London, England&lt;br /&gt;* New York, New York&lt;br /&gt;* Sydney, Australia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four of your favorite foods:&lt;br /&gt;* Spring Rolls&lt;br /&gt;* Moons Over My Hammy&lt;br /&gt;* Whiskey Chicken&lt;br /&gt;* Shrimp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four places you'd rather be right now:&lt;br /&gt;* New York&lt;br /&gt;* Flin Flon, Manitoba&lt;br /&gt;* Paris&lt;br /&gt;* Dublin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four sites you visit daily:&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com"&gt;http://www.livejournal.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;a href="http://www.hotmail.com"&gt;http://www.hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com"&gt;http://www.myspace.com&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:glenn_branca:601</id>
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    <title>glenn_branca @ 2006-02-13T05:16:00</title>
    <published>2006-02-13T12:16:09Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-13T12:16:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">12 days till my birthday.. weeeeeeee!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:glenn_branca:368</id>
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    <title>Hooey...</title>
    <published>2005-03-14T08:24:46Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-14T08:24:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">This is my first post on LiveJournal.com. Just wanted to say everyone that Eddie's was a blast on Friday night and thank-you to everyone who came out! Woot woot!..</content>
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