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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>As We Weep and wander</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @emilygordon)</generator><link>http://emilygordon.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>"One hundred years from now when our grandkids have all had sex, will they look back to the past and..."</title><description>“One hundred years from now when our grandkids have all had sex, will they look back to the past and know what they’ve missed? &lt;br/&gt;
Will they think we had it better than the way they have it then? Will they gaze at a strip mall where a field had once been? &lt;br/&gt;
Will they think they’re born late like the way we now do it?&lt;br/&gt;
 Or will they curse at the present and lend credence to it?&lt;br/&gt;
 Will they hear all the old songs and think they’re all true and hate all their own songs and everything new? &lt;br/&gt;
Well I’m here to tell you something that’s known, from someone who’s lived it from someone who’s grown, the somebody who somebody once loaned a home to.&lt;br/&gt;
 The grass is always greener, the past is always cleaner, the present is crap and everyone’s meaner.&lt;br/&gt;
 They say we’re moving towards something but I think we’re moving from something.&lt;br/&gt;
 There are some folks who are more apathetic and then there are some folks who are more money grubbin’. &lt;br/&gt;
Well, I know there’s always been greed and green acres, and war and peace makers. And then there’s your takers and your leavers, your havers and your needers. &lt;br/&gt;
And in this great froth as we skim through the batter, there’s now many more of the former and less of the latter. &lt;br/&gt;
Help us climb out of this pitfall disaster led by dynasties, charlatans, but not poetasters. &lt;br/&gt;
Where there is a mortal disconnect spawned by gluttonous connection, where you pick your own culture without viewer discretion. &lt;br/&gt;
Where there is no more history and nothing is learned.&lt;br/&gt;
Where you shun all your kin and all your bridges are burned. Where you are what you buy and you’re who what you own; and you think of yourself and you live all alone.&lt;br/&gt;
You make yourself feel fine when everything’s wrong. &lt;br/&gt;
The world keeps turning but you’re brittle as bone.&lt;br/&gt;
So to all you future dreamers and lovers and leavers, to all those who know there’s still something between us that binds us and reminds us of times that passed, I appreciate you listening to this one man’s last gasp.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WrCe-mA_m14"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WrCe-mA_m14"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WrCe-mA_m14&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://emilygordon.tumblr.com/post/50037207331</link><guid>http://emilygordon.tumblr.com/post/50037207331</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 May 2013 17:23:00 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>OMG</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m48ns29jyV1qdm6dfo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;OMG&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://emilygordon.tumblr.com/post/32651907789</link><guid>http://emilygordon.tumblr.com/post/32651907789</guid><pubDate>Mon, 01 Oct 2012 00:15:33 -0400</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
