﻿<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>the_bakery_attack's Xanga</title><link>http://the-bakery-attack.xanga.com/</link><description>Latest Xanga weblog from the_bakery_attack</description><language>en-us</language><ttl>60</ttl><image><title>The Weblog Community</title><url>http://s.xanga.com/images/xangalogobutton.gif</url><link>http://the-bakery-attack.xanga.com/</link></image><item><title>Sunday, December 25, 2005</title><link>http://the-bakery-attack.xanga.com/413687344/item/</link><guid>http://the-bakery-attack.xanga.com/413687344/item/</guid><pubDate>Sun, 25 Dec 2005 04:36:24 GMT</pubDate><description>it seems superflously foggy today. &lt;br&gt;
3 rolls of film are waiting&lt;br&gt;
inspirations i have-&lt;br&gt;
its motivation and emily dickinson keeping me away&lt;br&gt;
peanut butter m&amp;amp;ms sounds good&lt;br&gt;
merry holidays&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;/font&gt;</description><comments>http://the-bakery-attack.xanga.com/413687344/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Wednesday, December 21, 2005</title><link>http://the-bakery-attack.xanga.com/411140449/item/</link><guid>http://the-bakery-attack.xanga.com/411140449/item/</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 Dec 2005 04:02:29 GMT</pubDate><description>this blogs become so obsolete&lt;br&gt;
today was strike day. basically i pilgrimized to park slope. hung out
with jonathan. we wandered around in an indecisive daze for quite some
time. then we threw marshmallows around at b&amp;amp;n and i took a box of
godiva chocolates and ate them. i subbed between a book on hippies
"fast food nation" and "choke" choke was good. its really cold. me and
jonathan walked me home throught suspicious streets. i felt bad because
he had to walk back to park slope all alone. i dont
like this weather. it gives me chronic sore throat. i dyed my hair
black. i guess it means pictures. but im too lazy for that right now.
it looks funny on me.&lt;br&gt;
nothing noteworthy has happened. i went to see senses fail and saves the day play and i saw pretty girls make graves recently.&lt;br&gt;
i twas all in good fun&lt;br&gt;
the strike day things make me feel like they are somehow undeserved&lt;br&gt;
fin.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;</description><comments>http://the-bakery-attack.xanga.com/411140449/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Sunday, December 18, 2005</title><link>http://the-bakery-attack.xanga.com/408942436/item/</link><guid>http://the-bakery-attack.xanga.com/408942436/item/</guid><pubDate>Sun, 18 Dec 2005 16:31:22 GMT</pubDate><description>I can feel the routine coming on. It can't be called something entirely
dreaded because it isn't; but its not something to immensely look
forward upon. I guess its begin sucked into the most obscure deja vu.
Some sort of paradox, a world weighty with repetition. We've said the
words so much they've gathered dust. Take out again, the bottle holding
the heated confessions you whispered in your swirling euphoria under
your drug of choice. Oh! my dear I still inflate you too highly. I
stand wary of such a black hole because coming out with scars is not a
mistake to repeat. But its all faded into an element of black comedy.
Stinging only because the devil is in the details. I guess its softness
and warmth of reliance I hate. The trust I detest falling into. This
might as well be any other time. Its the prospect of doing it all
before that frightens me the most. It still lurks in the shadows I've
gone too far away to see. &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
(to be cont'd)&lt;br&gt;
</description><comments>http://the-bakery-attack.xanga.com/408942436/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Thursday, December 01, 2005</title><link>http://the-bakery-attack.xanga.com/397906748/item/</link><guid>http://the-bakery-attack.xanga.com/397906748/item/</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 Dec 2005 01:43:44 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;i met austin scarlett today&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;on the street in person&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;wow&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://the-bakery-attack.xanga.com/397906748/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Monday, November 21, 2005</title><link>http://the-bakery-attack.xanga.com/391270627/item/</link><guid>http://the-bakery-attack.xanga.com/391270627/item/</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 Nov 2005 00:25:30 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;wonderful friday. to be horribly supplemented by a most terrible saturday.&lt;/P&gt;
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&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://the-bakery-attack.xanga.com/391270627/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Thursday, November 10, 2005</title><link>http://the-bakery-attack.xanga.com/384308913/item/</link><guid>http://the-bakery-attack.xanga.com/384308913/item/</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Nov 2005 02:01:14 GMT</pubDate><description>brilliant&lt;br&gt;</description><comments>http://the-bakery-attack.xanga.com/384308913/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Thursday, November 03, 2005</title><link>http://the-bakery-attack.xanga.com/379761336/item/</link><guid>http://the-bakery-attack.xanga.com/379761336/item/</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Nov 2005 02:29:33 GMT</pubDate><description>no school today. on account of the protest. more or less me and zhi
fang with chinatown sushi on the train. much to the amazement of some
expensive little girl. playing ping pong in the sun drenched room (i
wish) angry cat. going to school is to much effort. want/need more
photographs. cant wait till class. sort of but. &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
i hate it when people are friends with you but then stop being friends with you.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
</description><comments>http://the-bakery-attack.xanga.com/379761336/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Tuesday, October 25, 2005</title><link>http://the-bakery-attack.xanga.com/374035686/item/</link><guid>http://the-bakery-attack.xanga.com/374035686/item/</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Oct 2005 00:56:50 GMT</pubDate><description>i hope the story doesnt end this way,&lt;br&gt;
because im still in love with the person who helped me write it.&lt;br&gt;
</description><comments>http://the-bakery-attack.xanga.com/374035686/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Saturday, October 22, 2005</title><link>http://the-bakery-attack.xanga.com/372055636/item/</link><guid>http://the-bakery-attack.xanga.com/372055636/item/</guid><pubDate>Sat, 22 Oct 2005 01:31:12 GMT</pubDate><description>erins rooftop. much recitation of romeo&amp;amp;juliet. climbing up the
ladder. the roof ill jump off someday. just not today. evan nat and
carla earlier. starbucks and mishcief at urban. but in my- it was
depressing mischief. does such a thing exist? no real joy in any of it.
it was bitter cold. but not really. go a fan that said 'hopper on it'
circa the sperm cells.&lt;br&gt;
me and nat befriended an avant garde musician/new orleans refugee. with
dreadlocks of an orange nature. told us he slept on a beach (beautiful)
let the sun and decomb lead to neglect of hair=cool. he gave us his
email and we gave him 2 dollars. i dont know. its all devoid of
feeling. everyones state of affairs is making me melancholy.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
but the roof was magical.&lt;br&gt;
as only rooves can be&lt;br&gt;</description><comments>http://the-bakery-attack.xanga.com/372055636/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Saturday, October 15, 2005</title><link>http://the-bakery-attack.xanga.com/367869705/item/</link><guid>http://the-bakery-attack.xanga.com/367869705/item/</guid><pubDate>Sat, 15 Oct 2005 15:32:59 GMT</pubDate><description>happy birthday jocelyn&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;. ate
the best of strawberry cake. i have been most horribly unfaithful top my homework&lt;br&gt;
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