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<rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description></description><title>Hear Here.</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @chris315)</generator><link>http://chris315.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>&amp;#8230;&amp;#8230;this shit streak of bad luck can end at any time now. I have a life I want to fucking...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8230;&amp;#8230;this shit streak of bad luck can end at any time now. &lt;br/&gt;I have a life I want to fucking live. &lt;br/&gt;kthxbai&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://chris315.tumblr.com/post/47764932443</link><guid>http://chris315.tumblr.com/post/47764932443</guid><pubDate>Fri, 12 Apr 2013 02:01:27 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>grey bloom, tusk eyeshalf and twicethree flights up, then the basementsings (skips), trips, teeth...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;grey bloom, tusk eyes&lt;br/&gt;half and twice&lt;br/&gt;three flights up, then the basement&lt;br/&gt;sings (skips), trips, teeth chip&lt;br/&gt;iron taste of gravity&lt;br/&gt; the stream (cracked lips)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;for figures, four figures&lt;br/&gt;that&amp;#8217;s two split in two&lt;br/&gt;two hands in every room&lt;br/&gt;four numbers, or three&lt;br/&gt;one four means transfer through the city&lt;br/&gt;the fourth, corroded strums (second)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;you have one of those where you seek rest, it ticks.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;grey bloom, blue eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;flowers in a chandelier, greet with marble&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;three numbers in the corner of life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;#8220;be on time, the bus is at 6:45&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;get a slip and don&amp;#8217;t ask why&amp;#8221;.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;three figures, four six times a day&lt;br/&gt;sapphire bloom, singing eyes&lt;br/&gt;breathing patterns, the pines from a sigh&lt;br/&gt;three basements, then a figureless moon.&lt;br/&gt; &amp;#8221;it is time&amp;#8221;.&lt;br/&gt;(no numbers)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://chris315.tumblr.com/post/47154965623</link><guid>http://chris315.tumblr.com/post/47154965623</guid><pubDate>Thu, 04 Apr 2013 21:28:00 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/5ffa4709fec561a4785de130cbe9f145/tumblr_mka3tf8UHP1rpf5seo1_400.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://chris315.tumblr.com/post/46713385330</link><guid>http://chris315.tumblr.com/post/46713385330</guid><pubDate>Sat, 30 Mar 2013 20:06:58 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>I don&amp;#8217;t feel like mewhatever that&amp;#8217;s supposed to meanI&amp;#8217;m a different person every...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I don&amp;#8217;t feel like me&lt;br/&gt;whatever that&amp;#8217;s supposed to mean&lt;br/&gt;I&amp;#8217;m a different person every time I come home. &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://chris315.tumblr.com/post/46278902222</link><guid>http://chris315.tumblr.com/post/46278902222</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 Mar 2013 17:16:28 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>creepyisascreepydoes:

ianbrooks:

Infrared Landscapes by...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/a616fa4a24f24fdb5dfc48041f0763ca/tumblr_mja751AtHH1qzamioo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; Infrared Landscapes by Richard Mosse posted by ianbrooks.me&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/357bb180d4ec3a36c0f6e0d1f1c13fea/tumblr_mja751AtHH1qzamioo2_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; Infrared Landscapes by Richard Mosse posted by ianbrooks.me&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/9ed74546886c91ca963da3da870d24b6/tumblr_mja751AtHH1qzamioo3_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; Infrared Landscapes by Richard Mosse posted by ianbrooks.me&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/223acabe4ac86f7fcfcf18db71eb57c2/tumblr_mja751AtHH1qzamioo4_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; Infrared Landscapes by Richard Mosse posted by ianbrooks.me&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://creepyisascreepydoes.tumblr.com/post/44864623310/infrared-landscapes-by-richard-mosse"&gt;creepyisascreepydoes&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://ianbrooks.me/post/44806909409/infrared-landscapes-by-richard-mosse"&gt;ianbrooks&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Infrared Landscapes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by Richard Mosse&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Taken in the Eastern Congo, Richard’s candy-coated landscapes were created through a combination of an obsolete wooden field camera &lt;span&gt;and a rare technique produced by Kodak Aerochrome, a product developed for military use in the detection of aerial bombing targets, but used stunningly here, drawing out the dark crimsons and blood-red corals of the hidden spectrum within. These pieces are currently showing at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thearmoryshow.com/"&gt;The Armory Show&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt; through March 10th, 2013.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Artist: &lt;a href="http://www.richardmosse.com/"&gt;Website&lt;/a&gt; (via: &lt;a href="http://www.designboom.com/art/infrared-landscapes-by-richard-mosse-at-the-armory-show/"&gt;Design Boom&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://chris315.tumblr.com/post/46101179401</link><guid>http://chris315.tumblr.com/post/46101179401</guid><pubDate>Sat, 23 Mar 2013 17:01:50 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"I have committed the essential crime by thinking of a diary"</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I have spent the last three weeks paralyzed in my bedsheets. &lt;br/&gt;forcing myself from sleep,  work, returning home, chain smoking and compulsively clicking through my playlist in hopes of finding the right chord, chorus, or harmony to aid in the process of coping with the finality laid before me. Repeating the words I&amp;#8217;ve given to others and been fortunate enough to hear when I needed them, to myself. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;#8220;this will pass&amp;#8221;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;#8220;everything is temporary&amp;#8221;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;grasping for a pen to put to a page. &amp;#8220;Writing always helps&amp;#8221;. &lt;br/&gt;Pen to paper, paralyzed fingers. &lt;br/&gt;the pages stay blank&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;this used to be enough to cope successfully. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;somewhere between Oakland and home, I lost my mind.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;broke every rule I ever had set. &lt;br/&gt;watched my composure collapse on the 61B arriving downtown. &lt;br/&gt;looking at every clock in the manner a hammer would look at nails. &lt;br/&gt;every park bench as a jail cell. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;logic. horrible, mundane, and unforgiving logic. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;the cruel truth I&amp;#8217;m forced to accept.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;the incarnation of a lost dream.  &lt;br/&gt;tossed by time. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;miles away from anyone who can be of comfort. &lt;br/&gt;feeling too scared to ask for a shoulder to cry on. &lt;br/&gt;feeling too proud to admit that I&amp;#8217;ve broken in half. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;#8220;who&amp;#8217;s there to talk to that won&amp;#8217;t lock me up?&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://chris315.tumblr.com/post/45628418133</link><guid>http://chris315.tumblr.com/post/45628418133</guid><pubDate>Sun, 17 Mar 2013 19:30:00 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>“What was I doing? What was I an asshole? I was in love and I JUST met this person. I hated her...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;What was I doing? What was I an asshole? I was in love and I JUST met this person. I hated her ideas cause they were critical of me, but I loved her anyway.&lt;/span&gt;” &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://chris315.tumblr.com/post/41659799910</link><guid>http://chris315.tumblr.com/post/41659799910</guid><pubDate>Sun, 27 Jan 2013 20:15:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>it&amp;#8217;s been a bit since I&amp;#8217;ve posted anything here. which is more than likely good. I...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;it&amp;#8217;s been a bit since I&amp;#8217;ve posted anything here. &lt;br/&gt;which is more than likely good. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I feeling solid about living here. I&amp;#8217;ve felt pretty stellar about a lot of things in my life actually. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;People are, for the most part, pretty friendly. &lt;br/&gt;The loneliness of not having my friends back home at my convenience, has at least been filled with higher attention to goals and focuses on oneself. &lt;br/&gt;The handful of friends I have/have made in Pittsburgh thus far are absolutely wonderful people. Intelligent, compassionate, sharp witted, and caring people. &lt;br/&gt;Heike and Hatchet are, without a doubt, the most wonderful friends I could ask for. It&amp;#8217;s ridiculously awesome to have them as neighbors. It&amp;#8217;s the best to have had them for years in my life. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;the best word to describe existence right now, for the most part: quiet. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;peace and quiet. &lt;br/&gt;more aware, less distrustful, and living more openly. &lt;br/&gt;saying what I mean and understanding what I say. &lt;br/&gt;It&amp;#8217;s a feeling that, for awhile, felt foreign to me.&lt;br/&gt;I welcome it. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;on a small street, stepping out with quiet feet.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://chris315.tumblr.com/post/39466941356</link><guid>http://chris315.tumblr.com/post/39466941356</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Jan 2013 06:06:03 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>I believe in a world free of excessive desirea world filled with compassion and sensitivitynot...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I believe in a world free of excessive desire&lt;br/&gt;a world filled with compassion and sensitivity&lt;br/&gt;not senseless murder, hate and material obsession&lt;br/&gt;one life that condescends upon the importance of possession&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://chris315.tumblr.com/post/35222326855</link><guid>http://chris315.tumblr.com/post/35222326855</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 Nov 2012 16:31:01 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m8y827zF8K1r1p87vo1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://chris315.tumblr.com/post/34305375523</link><guid>http://chris315.tumblr.com/post/34305375523</guid><pubDate>Thu, 25 Oct 2012 14:06:52 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>the friends I&amp;#8217;ve lost whom, at one point, were so inspirational in applying these ideas of...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;the friends I&amp;#8217;ve lost whom, at one point, were so inspirational in applying these ideas of love and equality into my personal life. &lt;br/&gt;The questioning of myself as to whether or not, they would continue to mean much to me after realizing how little I mean to some of them now. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Acknowledging that I don&amp;#8217;t need to be vocal or involved in collective activism to validate myself as a person.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;further understanding over the course of a year that these aren&amp;#8217;t, and shouldn&amp;#8217;t be the founding principles of a friendship or romantic relationship. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;being ok with the confusion, or at least learning to bear with it. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;though I&amp;#8217;m not sure I know myself anymore, at the end of the day I know what I am feeling. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;anger, pain and distrust that I have been told repeatedly to ignore and disregard. Sharing personal information only to have it become table talk for everyone in Central New York. Turning to friends only to discover a deaf ear. The disgust that churns in me when I think of people I cared about and how insignificant I was to them/how awful they were to others.  &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;#8230;.I&amp;#8217;m not sorry for saying this. I won&amp;#8217;t miss any of you. &lt;br/&gt;I don&amp;#8217;t miss any of you. &lt;br/&gt;and I will do everything in my power to not allow that to happen here. &lt;br/&gt;for the first time in a long time, despite all mentioned confusion, I know my worth to myself. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It&amp;#8217;s great, it&amp;#8217;s kind despite the anger, it&amp;#8217;s loving despite the fear, and it&amp;#8217;s honest, despite the confusion. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;and I can promise it will never be a part of your life again.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://chris315.tumblr.com/post/33410466275</link><guid>http://chris315.tumblr.com/post/33410466275</guid><pubDate>Thu, 11 Oct 2012 23:35:12 -0400</pubDate><category>pickuptherocksandtossthemthefuckback</category></item><item><title>&amp;#8220;as far as the demigods are concerned, I sold myself out just the sameI&amp;#8217;ve burned...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;as far as the demigods are concerned, I sold myself out just the same&lt;br/&gt;I&amp;#8217;ve burned bridges to feign brothers of nothing more than a simple label, nothing more. So here I reside/in control/ I prove to myself I still am. But within these fields, they&amp;#8217;ll say I never was&amp;#8221;.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://chris315.tumblr.com/post/33276671139</link><guid>http://chris315.tumblr.com/post/33276671139</guid><pubDate>Tue, 09 Oct 2012 22:48:32 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>life to the tune of elementary school children shouting.</title><description>&lt;iframe width="400" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/syg6XGbdUkM?wmode=transparent&amp;autohide=1&amp;egm=0&amp;hd=1&amp;iv_load_policy=3&amp;modestbranding=1&amp;rel=0&amp;showinfo=0&amp;showsearch=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;life to the tune of elementary school children shouting.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://chris315.tumblr.com/post/32133139341</link><guid>http://chris315.tumblr.com/post/32133139341</guid><pubDate>Sun, 23 Sep 2012 13:15:39 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>resist psychic death: Pro-tip: white privilege doesn't mean white people have perfect lives.</title><description>&lt;a href="http://ineffableshe.tumblr.com/post/31134034526/pro-tip-white-privilege-doesnt-mean-white-people-have"&gt;resist psychic death: Pro-tip: white privilege doesn't mean white people have perfect lives.&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://ethiopienne.tumblr.com/post/16913941499/pro-tip-white-privilege-doesnt-mean-white-people-have" target="_blank"&gt;ethiopienne&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It means that white people do not have to deal with institutionalized, systemic racism in addition to their everyday problems.&lt;/strong&gt; It means institutionalized, systemic racism does not &lt;em&gt;cause&lt;/em&gt; white people’s everyday problems.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;It means when white people go home and turn on their…&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://chris315.tumblr.com/post/32108190426</link><guid>http://chris315.tumblr.com/post/32108190426</guid><pubDate>Sun, 23 Sep 2012 02:42:50 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>artoflivingslowly:

Jim Morrison
</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m9xwoyianw1rnm1ldo2_500.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m9xwoyianw1rnm1ldo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://www.artoflivingslowly.com/post/31120101414"&gt;artoflivingslowly&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Jim Morrison&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://chris315.tumblr.com/post/32098955616</link><guid>http://chris315.tumblr.com/post/32098955616</guid><pubDate>Sat, 22 Sep 2012 23:45:52 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>you’re not welcome in Oswego either. 

ineffableshe:

Fuck...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m8v555LfMP1qbuv3to1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;you’re not welcome in Oswego either. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://ineffableshe.tumblr.com/post/29566966040/fuck-yeah-baltimore-seen-on-charles-street-just"&gt;ineffableshe&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Fuck yeah Baltimore. Seen on Charles street just south of Lanvale (Taken with &lt;a href="http://instagram.com"&gt;Instagram&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://chris315.tumblr.com/post/30124275441</link><guid>http://chris315.tumblr.com/post/30124275441</guid><pubDate>Fri, 24 Aug 2012 17:31:00 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lujmc4SLHm1qifpa6o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://chris315.tumblr.com/post/29874034676</link><guid>http://chris315.tumblr.com/post/29874034676</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Aug 2012 23:14:04 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Video</title><description>&lt;iframe width="400" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Pp-IVPHH3jU?wmode=transparent&amp;autohide=1&amp;egm=0&amp;hd=1&amp;iv_load_policy=3&amp;modestbranding=1&amp;rel=0&amp;showinfo=0&amp;showsearch=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://chris315.tumblr.com/post/29443471388</link><guid>http://chris315.tumblr.com/post/29443471388</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Aug 2012 20:19:12 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>the whole crew is heading into town. for this reason, Oswego is the place to be these next few...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;the whole crew is heading into town. &lt;br/&gt;for this reason, Oswego is the place to be these next few days. &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://chris315.tumblr.com/post/28089842445</link><guid>http://chris315.tumblr.com/post/28089842445</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Jul 2012 20:20:08 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>I can no longer afford to nourish a place in my mind that feeds on the destruction of others and...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I can no longer afford to nourish a place in my mind that feeds on the destruction of others and myself. &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://chris315.tumblr.com/post/27494405872</link><guid>http://chris315.tumblr.com/post/27494405872</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Jul 2012 14:22:14 -0400</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
