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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Tyler Mullen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15537139979544287892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vauc91F-U_8/SKukii9JosI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/s-7FoGtbRh4/S220/Picture+287.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>376</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969780468161077321.post-5944287391077124418</id><published>2012-02-07T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T20:43:10.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wrote A Song For You</title><content type='html'>in my catastrophic life&lt;br /&gt;tripping down the hallway&lt;br /&gt;i get to my bedroom as fast as possible&lt;br /&gt;and lock myself gone.&lt;br /&gt;limping dogs have a better chance&lt;br /&gt;to live their lives&lt;br /&gt;i see no shelter in my life&lt;br /&gt;only part of your miserable, remarried wife&lt;br /&gt;i know you bury a gun in here&lt;br /&gt;somewhere around inside a shoebox&lt;br /&gt;take the chance to take me out&lt;br /&gt;just hint me the move&lt;br /&gt;when you finally want to snap&lt;br /&gt;this house is lingering&lt;br /&gt;with an eery tension&lt;br /&gt;a smell that has never been cleaned up&lt;br /&gt;waiting for your arguments&lt;br /&gt;and you to tell me how much i never meant.&lt;br /&gt;why did you even bring me into this world?&lt;br /&gt;if you haven't given me a world to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;besides this home&lt;br /&gt;built with broken bones&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i pull up out front&lt;br /&gt;stare out my windshield&lt;br /&gt;dreaming that instead of parking&lt;br /&gt;i just drove straight through the house&lt;br /&gt;and fell into cardiac arrest&lt;br /&gt;here's your dead son&lt;br /&gt;that you never really could understand&lt;br /&gt;only business and the ass you wipe with your hand&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969780468161077321-5944287391077124418?l=tylermullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/feeds/5944287391077124418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969780468161077321&amp;postID=5944287391077124418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/5944287391077124418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/5944287391077124418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-wrote-song-for-you.html' title='I Wrote A Song For You'/><author><name>Tyler Mullen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15537139979544287892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vauc91F-U_8/SKukii9JosI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/s-7FoGtbRh4/S220/Picture+287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969780468161077321.post-5573883028277700123</id><published>2012-02-06T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T21:48:14.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>January Whatever</title><content type='html'>Bite more of my fingers down&lt;br /&gt;Cut for a stress relief&lt;br /&gt;Are you really this friend?&lt;br /&gt;The one to fuck everything up&lt;br /&gt;And begin again?&lt;br /&gt;Poison the bank&lt;br /&gt;And take all your thoughtless feelings&lt;br /&gt;That hold no spine or meaning&lt;br /&gt;Tell everyone its their fault&lt;br /&gt;The cause for your drinking&lt;br /&gt;How sad of you all to celebrate a death&lt;br /&gt;In the most meaningless way&lt;br /&gt;Find an excuse, occasion&lt;br /&gt;To get through each step.&lt;br /&gt;You make me fucking sick&lt;br /&gt;My stomach couldn't churn much more&lt;br /&gt;Slapping an empty mother&lt;br /&gt;In the face with a reminder&lt;br /&gt;That could save your life&lt;br /&gt;But you'll all just go on with your lives again&lt;br /&gt;It makes me feel like nothings ever going to be okay.&lt;br /&gt;Picture yourself flying through a windshield.&lt;br /&gt;You cant because you dont want to&lt;br /&gt;Ive been there for you&lt;br /&gt;And you just look right through me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969780468161077321-5573883028277700123?l=tylermullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vauc91F-U_8/SKukii9JosI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/s-7FoGtbRh4/S220/Picture+287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969780468161077321.post-5598457790002268582</id><published>2012-02-03T23:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T00:13:40.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Sadness</title><content type='html'>i cracked a few jokes on myself&lt;br /&gt;and it's not funny anymore&lt;br /&gt;im turning an age not worth seeing&lt;br /&gt;and it's not fun anymore.&lt;br /&gt;you're freezing and no one cares&lt;br /&gt;because they feel the same.&lt;br /&gt;everyone has heard that chapter of life&lt;br /&gt;but someone keeps dramatically living it.&lt;br /&gt;Look at me&lt;br /&gt;i mean really look at me&lt;br /&gt;from across the room.&lt;br /&gt;can you see the reflection in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;of how much your mouth is moving?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the whining will stop.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the bitching will not.&lt;br /&gt;Always complaining of summers hot.&lt;br /&gt;been alright, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;lost in your bedroom with the mess.&lt;br /&gt;three am&lt;br /&gt;i drag my body around again&lt;br /&gt;replaying a recorded conversation&lt;br /&gt;that can never burn out&lt;br /&gt;jump out of windows for all i care.&lt;br /&gt;but i live in a basement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969780468161077321-5598457790002268582?l=tylermullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/feeds/5598457790002268582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969780468161077321&amp;postID=5598457790002268582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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you of your spirit?&lt;br /&gt;Am i turning you on?&lt;br /&gt;Are you put down for the night?&lt;br /&gt;Im so tired of you&lt;br /&gt;I cant see what is real.&lt;br /&gt;Trust those dark roads you think you know so well&lt;br /&gt;Speeding up and down to death then hell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969780468161077321-1533890397334252433?l=tylermullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/feeds/1533890397334252433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969780468161077321&amp;postID=1533890397334252433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/1533890397334252433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/1533890397334252433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/2012/02/not-checking.html' title='Not checking'/><author><name>Tyler Mullen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15537139979544287892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vauc91F-U_8/SKukii9JosI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/s-7FoGtbRh4/S220/Picture+287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969780468161077321.post-8973185958767870175</id><published>2012-01-31T00:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T00:53:54.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do not ever come back.</title><content type='html'>kiss you into oblivion&lt;br /&gt;under the cracks in the moon&lt;br /&gt;were not even intoxicated&lt;br /&gt;i could really die for an argument.&lt;br /&gt;wondering if my phone call&lt;br /&gt;escaped you from that fate&lt;br /&gt;a terrible car crash bound to happen&lt;br /&gt;and it was just too damn late&lt;br /&gt;and its an uncomfortable sleep&lt;br /&gt;the mornings become more weird.&lt;br /&gt;never take the time to stop thinking.&lt;br /&gt;a dying sound getting worse.&lt;br /&gt;i hope for a tornado&lt;br /&gt;to blow through this town&lt;br /&gt;wipe out your friends and you.&lt;br /&gt;but nothing happens on the east&lt;br /&gt;because i honestly want to scream&lt;br /&gt;until my mouth falls apart.&lt;br /&gt;the roots of teeth being torn&lt;br /&gt;justifying what i wanted from the start&lt;br /&gt;never been surrounded&lt;br /&gt;by bigger morons in my life&lt;br /&gt;than at this time,&lt;br /&gt;right now.&lt;br /&gt;if you don't like where you are&lt;br /&gt;than make a move&lt;br /&gt;and when you do,&lt;br /&gt;don't bother coming back&lt;br /&gt;or running mouth on your own life&lt;br /&gt;because that's where you once lived.&lt;br /&gt;stay where you are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969780468161077321-8973185958767870175?l=tylermullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/feeds/8973185958767870175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969780468161077321&amp;postID=8973185958767870175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/8973185958767870175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/8973185958767870175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/2012/01/do-not-ever-come-back.html' title='Do not ever come back.'/><author><name>Tyler Mullen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15537139979544287892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vauc91F-U_8/SKukii9JosI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/s-7FoGtbRh4/S220/Picture+287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969780468161077321.post-8242572211675426226</id><published>2012-01-16T01:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T01:44:48.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Did Nothing In Life</title><content type='html'>Take the dog and put it in its cage&lt;br /&gt;For pissing on the ground&lt;br /&gt;So the lesson is taught.&lt;br /&gt;I live in your house&lt;br /&gt;And barely see your face&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen my room?&lt;br /&gt;And the mess i have made?&lt;br /&gt;My very own key&lt;br /&gt;Living invincibility&lt;br /&gt;Cant say i told you so&lt;br /&gt;Unless you caught me.&lt;br /&gt;Face to face with the greatest thing&lt;br /&gt;But i settle for worse&lt;br /&gt;Thats just the way things work&lt;br /&gt;Setting up where youll get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;You fucking tested me&lt;br /&gt;Youll never get a good side from me&lt;br /&gt;Not even a tickle to make me smurk&lt;br /&gt;Broke me off for the better&lt;br /&gt;Wake up and feel nothing could ever make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;Go for a good run&lt;br /&gt;And never return&lt;br /&gt;Finding a way to make it underground&lt;br /&gt;End the burn.&lt;br /&gt;Id rather set up to fail&lt;br /&gt;Then put up with your shit&lt;br /&gt;Sick to my gut of skating up this hill.&lt;br /&gt;Life is not short and no one is safe&lt;br /&gt;Spend all my money on spoiled food&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere to take myself out&lt;br /&gt;On a sunday night&lt;br /&gt;Just walk around til youre frozen&lt;br /&gt;And youre feelings go numb&lt;br /&gt;Dont eat everything in the medicine cabinet.&lt;br /&gt;Do you really need all that shit?&lt;br /&gt;You cant take care of a wateredown problem&lt;br /&gt;But you take care of hurting yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Let your batteries run dry&lt;br /&gt;Dont want to see my parents cry&lt;br /&gt;It was never a elementary school dream&lt;br /&gt;To end up this way.&lt;br /&gt;Dont wanna live this way man&lt;br /&gt;Dont wanna watch control out of my hands&lt;br /&gt;Be that guy that doesnt give one damn&lt;br /&gt;There it goes, absorbed in sand.&lt;br /&gt;Depth on life, never gonna stop talking that way&lt;br /&gt;Flowers for bruises&lt;br /&gt;Hospital visits arent gonna pay the bill&lt;br /&gt;Just gotta keep talking to you&lt;br /&gt;To keep you from feeling pushed away&lt;br /&gt;Riding this dead horse&lt;br /&gt;In one jaded day, ill grow useless&lt;br /&gt;The day im sick of acting like i knew everything&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969780468161077321-8242572211675426226?l=tylermullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/feeds/8242572211675426226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969780468161077321&amp;postID=8242572211675426226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/8242572211675426226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/8242572211675426226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-did-nothing-in-life.html' title='I Did Nothing In Life'/><author><name>Tyler Mullen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15537139979544287892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vauc91F-U_8/SKukii9JosI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/s-7FoGtbRh4/S220/Picture+287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969780468161077321.post-3183979772021802744</id><published>2012-01-09T23:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T23:45:10.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it aint that way</title><content type='html'>Would you take yourself?&lt;br /&gt;To get over this distance with them&lt;br /&gt;And be one again.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows where their dead is.&lt;br /&gt;What makes you think you'll see their face again?&lt;br /&gt;Wash out your heartache&lt;br /&gt;Because it doesn't belong their to begin with&lt;br /&gt;it makes me sick to see you this away.&lt;br /&gt;Dont want to remember you this way&lt;br /&gt;Every time you come around&lt;br /&gt;to watch your fucking face one more time&lt;br /&gt;and dizzy dance in your mirage&lt;br /&gt;I act as if you dont exist at all.&lt;br /&gt;And you do the same for others.&lt;br /&gt;Ill only care when youre dead.&lt;br /&gt;Ill be sorry that nothing was left said&lt;br /&gt;How come you understand me from this point&lt;br /&gt;But not in person&lt;br /&gt;You say im embarrasing.&lt;br /&gt;But youre embarassing yourself&lt;br /&gt;From the truth.&lt;br /&gt;am i breaking anything?&lt;br /&gt;is there a point in sight?&lt;br /&gt;is this aim meaningless?&lt;br /&gt;should i just die tonight?&lt;br /&gt;You and me&lt;br /&gt;constantly always going to be.&lt;br /&gt;wake up and put to sleep&lt;br /&gt;that sad noise that flows the sea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969780468161077321-3183979772021802744?l=tylermullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/feeds/3183979772021802744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vauc91F-U_8/SKukii9JosI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/s-7FoGtbRh4/S220/Picture+287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969780468161077321.post-7645419167722610157</id><published>2011-12-26T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T19:11:54.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rug Burn</title><content type='html'>please slow down&lt;br /&gt;you're better than me&lt;br /&gt;and i feel it&lt;br /&gt;this brain circles a trail in soil&lt;br /&gt;and the hand&lt;br /&gt;on the back of my neck&lt;br /&gt;cant stop rubbing off the stress&lt;br /&gt;like rug burn&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow will always be my turn&lt;br /&gt;it just hurts to be in this position&lt;br /&gt;some problems always go missing&lt;br /&gt;then find their way back home&lt;br /&gt;we think too much and feel too little&lt;br /&gt;could you cut the wires?&lt;br /&gt;that are feeding your head&lt;br /&gt;that keep you escalating from me.&lt;br /&gt;you mortal and pestle&lt;br /&gt;crush up all that i feel left&lt;br /&gt;if i could depopulate my feelings&lt;br /&gt;peace would live&lt;br /&gt;there would not be any of this.&lt;br /&gt;surroundings will always encourage&lt;br /&gt;just sick of wishing&lt;br /&gt;to catch up to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969780468161077321-7645419167722610157?l=tylermullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/feeds/7645419167722610157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969780468161077321&amp;postID=7645419167722610157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/7645419167722610157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/7645419167722610157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/2011/12/rug-burn.html' title='Rug Burn'/><author><name>Tyler Mullen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15537139979544287892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vauc91F-U_8/SKukii9JosI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/s-7FoGtbRh4/S220/Picture+287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969780468161077321.post-1758967567246624864</id><published>2011-12-24T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T21:12:46.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Next Try</title><content type='html'>those helping hands stretched out&lt;br /&gt;you always thanked&lt;br /&gt;freeloaded and scrounged&lt;br /&gt;then sneak through their shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just goes to say&lt;br /&gt;you could never make it&lt;br /&gt;on your fucking own.&lt;br /&gt;from payphone to payphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are the same blood.&lt;br /&gt;you wont get my money&lt;br /&gt;and i wont shelter you&lt;br /&gt;only a trip over the foot&lt;br /&gt;a quiet cold shoulder&lt;br /&gt;and a still room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you ever got out of your slum&lt;br /&gt;and lived a better life&lt;br /&gt;all that money you make&lt;br /&gt;you'd sure as hell feed yourself&lt;br /&gt;overload on all of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all that junk in your vein&lt;br /&gt;still find some way to fuck something up&lt;br /&gt;don't you know we love you?&lt;br /&gt;though i never show it&lt;br /&gt;and couldn't now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poverty cant sleep through the night&lt;br /&gt;somehow you can close your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;its like you're happy with yourself&lt;br /&gt;applauding a needle, kissing a pill.&lt;br /&gt;a body that never sits still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your phone call is hanging around&lt;br /&gt;and tomorrow comes.&lt;br /&gt;it'll be the worse day&lt;br /&gt;ill be woken up&lt;br /&gt;and everything was just too late.&lt;br /&gt;too bad for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969780468161077321-1758967567246624864?l=tylermullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/feeds/1758967567246624864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969780468161077321&amp;postID=1758967567246624864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/1758967567246624864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/1758967567246624864'/><link rel='alternate' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vauc91F-U_8/SKukii9JosI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/s-7FoGtbRh4/S220/Picture+287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969780468161077321.post-1245689770010555653</id><published>2011-12-21T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T22:20:51.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stug</title><content type='html'>something someday, hand clench your dirt&lt;br /&gt;i finally got away&lt;br /&gt;finally put you away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seem to have produced problems&lt;br /&gt;over the last few months&lt;br /&gt;collected over experience&lt;br /&gt;you'll always give me a&lt;br /&gt;"look what you've done"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you not fucking sleep alone?&lt;br /&gt;because i wake up just fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heart shoved hate&lt;br /&gt;no shame, no guilt&lt;br /&gt;you aren't very fond of me&lt;br /&gt;burn my photograph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i maintain a threshold&lt;br /&gt;im just fine&lt;br /&gt;hold tight on dear life&lt;br /&gt;im just fine&lt;br /&gt;my brain is screwed tight&lt;br /&gt;im just fine&lt;br /&gt;please don't give me shit&lt;br /&gt;im just fine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969780468161077321-1245689770010555653?l=tylermullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/feeds/1245689770010555653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969780468161077321&amp;postID=1245689770010555653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/1245689770010555653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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stare at the wall&lt;br /&gt;i do nothing&lt;br /&gt;you don't either.&lt;br /&gt;just footsteps in my head&lt;br /&gt;disappearance somewhere&lt;br /&gt;im glad your fucking gone for now&lt;br /&gt;you'll come around motherfucker.&lt;br /&gt;you always do&lt;br /&gt;i shouldn't of said what i said.&lt;br /&gt;but it was said anyway.&lt;br /&gt;living like a piece of shit&lt;br /&gt;is gonna get you dead like a piece of shit&lt;br /&gt;curse you&lt;br /&gt;through and through&lt;br /&gt;no matter if you burn your clothes and shoes&lt;br /&gt;burning in the dark&lt;br /&gt;i can always picture what you do&lt;br /&gt;you say you don't give a shit&lt;br /&gt;walk around not giving a fuck&lt;br /&gt;nobody really like you all that much&lt;br /&gt;god i hope you fucking disappear.&lt;br /&gt;playing your pity out&lt;br /&gt;holding your thread for so long&lt;br /&gt;holding hands with dead friendships&lt;br /&gt;walking around with your head cut off&lt;br /&gt;wanderer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969780468161077321-8648731554001084248?l=tylermullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/feeds/8648731554001084248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969780468161077321&amp;postID=8648731554001084248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/8648731554001084248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/8648731554001084248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/2011/11/footsteps-in-my-head.html' title='The Footsteps In My Head'/><author><name>Tyler Mullen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15537139979544287892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vauc91F-U_8/SKukii9JosI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/s-7FoGtbRh4/S220/Picture+287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969780468161077321.post-938134408759339441</id><published>2011-11-22T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T21:00:19.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoot Through</title><content type='html'>At the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;I have withdrawn all that could stay&lt;br /&gt;Wishing on the sun to crash into ocean&lt;br /&gt;To blow you and me separately away&lt;br /&gt;Keep your mind shut&lt;br /&gt;You don't know where ive been&lt;br /&gt;Though you'd love to find so&lt;br /&gt;I am on a dive of nowhere to go&lt;br /&gt;I cast myself to the sky&lt;br /&gt;I swallow my pride&lt;br /&gt;I somehow find grace&lt;br /&gt;It was a feeling, long lost.&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes in torrential downpour.&lt;br /&gt;Covered in glass&lt;br /&gt;From the window i was thrown through&lt;br /&gt;Head leaking in the grass.&lt;br /&gt;My situation is severe&lt;br /&gt;But you just stand there and look.&lt;br /&gt;Just like how i drag my toes.&lt;br /&gt;One day after another the pain goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969780468161077321-938134408759339441?l=tylermullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/feeds/938134408759339441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969780468161077321&amp;postID=938134408759339441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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words you spit&lt;br /&gt;People dont appreciate them&lt;br /&gt;As much as you do&lt;br /&gt;Every second matters&lt;br /&gt;Document your footsteps&lt;br /&gt;People dont appreciate breathing&lt;br /&gt;As much as you do&lt;br /&gt;All your companions turn to ghosts&lt;br /&gt;And all your memories go disposed&lt;br /&gt;Nothing hangs on&lt;br /&gt;Unless you do&lt;br /&gt;Lay on your back all day&lt;br /&gt;Meaningless it goes to say&lt;br /&gt;Ive never met someone who could&lt;br /&gt;control their happiness as much as you do&lt;br /&gt;Im just a piece of shit&lt;br /&gt;I never make it through each day&lt;br /&gt;Enough comtempt in each thought&lt;br /&gt;For one little thing i have to say&lt;br /&gt;This is what happens when moving away&lt;br /&gt;No one talks to any one.&lt;br /&gt;It all goes astray.&lt;br /&gt;Your rolled cigarettes and shitty whiskey.&lt;br /&gt;Is what you got now&lt;br /&gt;A couple of trendy, lost friends&lt;br /&gt;To close your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;Heart of clay&lt;br /&gt;Drying out my veins&lt;br /&gt;I have the least bit to say&lt;br /&gt;Walking through november rain&lt;br /&gt;Most likely will grow angry through each thought i couldnt put down.&lt;br /&gt;Some days its all about you&lt;br /&gt;Some days its not.&lt;br /&gt;Yes i feel sorry for you&lt;br /&gt;For all the shit you put yourself through&lt;br /&gt;You could of spared me the attitude&lt;br /&gt;I hope you sleep like shit tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969780468161077321-4754737893800769537?l=tylermullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/feeds/4754737893800769537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969780468161077321&amp;postID=4754737893800769537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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well or at least trying to&lt;br /&gt;Its funny to mock you.&lt;br /&gt;because ive watch everyone think they've got it.&lt;br /&gt;every hard life blow they have been through.&lt;br /&gt;take the worst part of the day out on someone else&lt;br /&gt;because you cant handle it.&lt;br /&gt;or hold your crumbled life together&lt;br /&gt;arriving home, a car drifted into the house.&lt;br /&gt;and you survive your crash.&lt;br /&gt;wishing it took life right there.&lt;br /&gt;nothing but scars left&lt;br /&gt;and glass stuck in your head.&lt;br /&gt;water in the tub&lt;br /&gt;a 160 pound body submerged&lt;br /&gt;you stare into the ceiling&lt;br /&gt;as if there was a mouth there trying to talk you out.&lt;br /&gt;brown eyes gone.&lt;br /&gt;gray inherited.&lt;br /&gt;"don't break down the door"&lt;br /&gt;pick the lock.&lt;br /&gt;where do you rest now?&lt;br /&gt;knowing that you don't have to wake up for work.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow morning is away.&lt;br /&gt;just one other dead day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969780468161077321-7631324051693763853?l=tylermullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/feeds/7631324051693763853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969780468161077321&amp;postID=7631324051693763853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/7631324051693763853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/7631324051693763853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/2011/11/tall-pines.html' title='Tall Pines'/><author><name>Tyler Mullen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15537139979544287892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vauc91F-U_8/SKukii9JosI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/s-7FoGtbRh4/S220/Picture+287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969780468161077321.post-637139723817016488</id><published>2011-11-09T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T08:27:02.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shampoo Mohawk</title><content type='html'>Woke up so so cold&lt;br /&gt;Expect the same tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;One more complaint for today&lt;br /&gt;Am i impressing anybody?&lt;br /&gt;Why am i not dead yet?&lt;br /&gt;Must be waiting for a clock to set&lt;br /&gt;I walk through the woods&lt;br /&gt;And endlessly stare past trees&lt;br /&gt;Into skies that give no birth&lt;br /&gt;That pours rain onto my shirt.&lt;br /&gt;To hear your voice&lt;br /&gt;I'm repeating the pain&lt;br /&gt;Another reason given&lt;br /&gt;To talk behind your back today&lt;br /&gt;To hear your voice&lt;br /&gt;I'm repeating the pain&lt;br /&gt;Alot of talking out to do&lt;br /&gt;Will never see the end of day&lt;br /&gt;making this worse&lt;br /&gt;Its been bad enough&lt;br /&gt;Crooked frown&lt;br /&gt;Half attempted smile&lt;br /&gt;"Why are you always down?"&lt;br /&gt;I haven't made a single sound.&lt;br /&gt;Though you felt a negative vibe&lt;br /&gt;Your poor assumption offended me.&lt;br /&gt;It makes me feel i dont stand a chance&lt;br /&gt;It keeps me flowing the blood&lt;br /&gt;It will help to plant the seed&lt;br /&gt;It keeps feeding the need.&lt;br /&gt;Throw me off your ship&lt;br /&gt;I cant stand your mouth one more time&lt;br /&gt;Push your luck throughout life&lt;br /&gt;You'll be at the bottom like me.&lt;br /&gt;I shoved myself there&lt;br /&gt;Away from you and sidewalks&lt;br /&gt;Away from a good place&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere unfamiliar&lt;br /&gt;My hands are constantly patched with scabs and blisters.&lt;br /&gt;Stopped taking responsibilities&lt;br /&gt;Stopped taking favors&lt;br /&gt;Because i cant maintain stability.&lt;br /&gt;You are not allowed in my life&lt;br /&gt;You couldn't fill the holes in my head&lt;br /&gt;Or adjust the loose screws&lt;br /&gt;Let my insecurity hurt you&lt;br /&gt;Give and take&lt;br /&gt;For every bone you break&lt;br /&gt;Forgive yourself&lt;br /&gt;For those you blame.&lt;br /&gt;I cant breathe&lt;br /&gt;I cant function a sleep schedule&lt;br /&gt;I cant dry my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe your mouth&lt;br /&gt;So id rather stay up&lt;br /&gt;And run myself sick&lt;br /&gt;Four in the morning&lt;br /&gt;The sun still sleeps&lt;br /&gt;And so does my life&lt;br /&gt;Exhausted in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Delirious and mesmerized&lt;br /&gt;Your skin lives with a false man&lt;br /&gt;Never thought your heart would live to die.&lt;br /&gt;Everything that you touch fucking breaks.&lt;br /&gt;No one cares or feels for your sake.&lt;br /&gt;Do you break down hard and hurt?&lt;br /&gt;These are things that heal tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;Selfish and selfless&lt;br /&gt;Keep playing that melody&lt;br /&gt;Because i like the way it feels&lt;br /&gt;I could dance in misery for days&lt;br /&gt;I could live crossed out.&lt;br /&gt;Ive spent my whole life with people like you.&lt;br /&gt;Watch a family member lose all control&lt;br /&gt;You're better off dead&lt;br /&gt;You ate through fat and bone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969780468161077321-637139723817016488?l=tylermullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/feeds/637139723817016488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vauc91F-U_8/SKukii9JosI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/s-7FoGtbRh4/S220/Picture+287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969780468161077321.post-8915612294832852519</id><published>2011-10-28T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T23:40:50.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>54</title><content type='html'>i am a lost S(p)O(a)M(r)E(a)O(s)N(i)E(te)&lt;br /&gt;an x between the eyes&lt;br /&gt;i will stand on my head&lt;br /&gt;stare the wall in the face&lt;br /&gt;take form of god.&lt;br /&gt;and end my being.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969780468161077321-8915612294832852519?l=tylermullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/feeds/8915612294832852519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969780468161077321&amp;postID=8915612294832852519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/8915612294832852519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/8915612294832852519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/2011/10/54.html' title='54'/><author><name>Tyler Mullen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15537139979544287892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vauc91F-U_8/SKukii9JosI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/s-7FoGtbRh4/S220/Picture+287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969780468161077321.post-333478548853678296</id><published>2011-10-28T23:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T23:29:28.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>burst</title><content type='html'>im crossing my fingers tonight&lt;br /&gt;in fact it happens every night&lt;br /&gt;i hold my breath&lt;br /&gt;until you come around.&lt;br /&gt;a broken watch&lt;br /&gt;stuck on fast forward&lt;br /&gt;though i see everything clearly&lt;br /&gt;i just wont have enough time.&lt;br /&gt;things fall to shit.&lt;br /&gt;will i have my way with words?&lt;br /&gt;will i make the biggest fucking mess?&lt;br /&gt;build anxiety to perfect my stress.&lt;br /&gt;my body just runs this spiraled path&lt;br /&gt;that eventually leads to a hole&lt;br /&gt;that nothings in.&lt;br /&gt;they might be dreams&lt;br /&gt;shake my hand and apologize&lt;br /&gt;i wont be here tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;my family wont find me in bed.&lt;br /&gt;the cops wont find me in the woods.&lt;br /&gt;no lost papers stapled up&lt;br /&gt;just somehow i disappeared&lt;br /&gt;it was numbing.&lt;br /&gt;people laugh in disbelief&lt;br /&gt;just like how i find them funny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969780468161077321-333478548853678296?l=tylermullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/feeds/333478548853678296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969780468161077321&amp;postID=333478548853678296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/333478548853678296'/><link 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/&gt;who will i be at twenty one?&lt;br /&gt;do i have to live with your face?&lt;br /&gt;a singed memoir in the back&lt;br /&gt;my eyes watch this burning grace&lt;br /&gt;I climb as high as i can &lt;br /&gt;before running out of time&lt;br /&gt;you wonder where ive been&lt;br /&gt;you try to see what i see.&lt;br /&gt;you and me.&lt;br /&gt;weren't meant to believe&lt;br /&gt;each other&lt;br /&gt;only fathers and mothers.&lt;br /&gt;i don't blame the world&lt;br /&gt;for keeping me stuck.&lt;br /&gt;my verge of tears&lt;br /&gt;stubbornness is whats fucking me.&lt;br /&gt;pity that's for free.&lt;br /&gt;hang around and become me&lt;br /&gt;you can medicate and drown troubles&lt;br /&gt;its only irritation to see.&lt;br /&gt;don't wanna wake up tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;and press repeat.&lt;br /&gt;don't wanna be that guy&lt;br /&gt;that has to swallow defeat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vauc91F-U_8/SKukii9JosI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/s-7FoGtbRh4/S220/Picture+287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969780468161077321.post-3704164384189870936</id><published>2011-10-23T00:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T00:06:47.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Neverlasting</title><content type='html'>Tell them all the wrong i caused&lt;br /&gt;The pain that grabbed hold for one day&lt;br /&gt;You're just sensitive&lt;br /&gt;Nothing stays or goes your way&lt;br /&gt;To leave this world&lt;br /&gt;Knowing im gone from you.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to hear you speak.&lt;br /&gt;Everything is through&lt;br /&gt;What is your depression?&lt;br /&gt;What does it stand for?&lt;br /&gt;You dont know shit.&lt;br /&gt;Your family or yourself&lt;br /&gt;I'm "weak".&lt;br /&gt;But you find a crutch for everything&lt;br /&gt;I cant help but judge.&lt;br /&gt;If i could just keep hating you&lt;br /&gt;I would stay content.&lt;br /&gt;Leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;Keep to your bones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969780468161077321-3704164384189870936?l=tylermullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/feeds/3704164384189870936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969780468161077321&amp;postID=3704164384189870936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/3704164384189870936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/3704164384189870936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/2011/10/neverlasting.html' title='Neverlasting'/><author><name>Tyler Mullen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15537139979544287892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vauc91F-U_8/SKukii9JosI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/s-7FoGtbRh4/S220/Picture+287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969780468161077321.post-2772856891072382947</id><published>2011-10-14T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T23:57:26.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>deathwish</title><content type='html'>im not sorry for loss&lt;br /&gt;nor would you be, if i had one.&lt;br /&gt;youve never asked yourself&lt;br /&gt;why and who placed me here,&lt;br /&gt;in such a crippled world?&lt;br /&gt;awake and stare into an empty room.&lt;br /&gt;you resent me.&lt;br /&gt;a brain showed me the way to see.&lt;br /&gt;nobody helps me for shit.&lt;br /&gt;i don't even throw a fit.&lt;br /&gt;but i will complain about it.&lt;br /&gt;because no one helped with shit.&lt;br /&gt;there's a creator in everyone.&lt;br /&gt;everyone of them gets crushed eventually.&lt;br /&gt;you're deathwished&lt;br /&gt;you sorry bitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969780468161077321-2772856891072382947?l=tylermullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/feeds/2772856891072382947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969780468161077321&amp;postID=2772856891072382947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/2772856891072382947'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;ways of growing up.&lt;br /&gt;bottled and throwing up&lt;br /&gt;you hit a brick wall&lt;br /&gt;somehow you still have luck.&lt;br /&gt;why do you live?&lt;br /&gt;how do you still exist?&lt;br /&gt;the good pass young&lt;br /&gt;pieces of shit live forever.&lt;br /&gt;you're that kind of person.&lt;br /&gt;i have to force myself around.&lt;br /&gt;and out of all of it.&lt;br /&gt;it was just a sad fucking day.&lt;br /&gt;all im doing is shutting you up one more time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969780468161077321-5577992367860229488?l=tylermullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/feeds/5577992367860229488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969780468161077321&amp;postID=5577992367860229488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/5577992367860229488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/5577992367860229488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/2011/10/dont-do-that.html' title='don&apos;t do that'/><author><name>Tyler Mullen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15537139979544287892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vauc91F-U_8/SKukii9JosI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/s-7FoGtbRh4/S220/Picture+287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969780468161077321.post-1915406273488953419</id><published>2011-10-06T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T20:10:45.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fuel</title><content type='html'>you are your own problems.&lt;br /&gt;speak for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;climb in others emotions.&lt;br /&gt;and try to tear them down.&lt;br /&gt;washed out drunk.&lt;br /&gt;you know it all.&lt;br /&gt;seen the heights.&lt;br /&gt;everyone is a wrong from right&lt;br /&gt;you've cause all the fights.&lt;br /&gt;i strip you down inside this head.&lt;br /&gt;nothing more or less&lt;br /&gt;than a fucking punk.&lt;br /&gt;too old to be this way.&lt;br /&gt;you try leave everyone with nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;you dropped out your life.&lt;br /&gt;i know every book you read.&lt;br /&gt;its the fucking same from start to end.&lt;br /&gt;your brain never grows, it didn't plant a seed&lt;br /&gt;knowledge doesn't get any brighter&lt;br /&gt;in fact it makes you a snob&lt;br /&gt;doesn't make you anything more than what you originally are.&lt;br /&gt;everyone has to know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;you just stand out in the room&lt;br /&gt;of course everyone knows who you are.&lt;br /&gt;i beg for hope that you pass soon.&lt;br /&gt;you disappear, you wont be missed.&lt;br /&gt;someone found your life and finally took it.&lt;br /&gt;cold in the ground, soon to be seen.&lt;br /&gt;you're just fucking crooked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969780468161077321-1915406273488953419?l=tylermullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/feeds/1915406273488953419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969780468161077321&amp;postID=1915406273488953419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/1915406273488953419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/1915406273488953419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/2011/10/fuel.html' title='fuel'/><author><name>Tyler Mullen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15537139979544287892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vauc91F-U_8/SKukii9JosI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/s-7FoGtbRh4/S220/Picture+287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969780468161077321.post-9039070935435291035</id><published>2011-10-01T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T09:23:12.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>eavesdrop</title><content type='html'>start your day off right&lt;br /&gt;ruined afternoons&lt;br /&gt;kill your good night.&lt;br /&gt;you cant drive tonight.&lt;br /&gt;have some self control&lt;br /&gt;use your head&lt;br /&gt;if you have one at all&lt;br /&gt;no one can hurt you&lt;br /&gt;more than yourself.&lt;br /&gt;but you let each other divide.&lt;br /&gt;pick at each others hearts.&lt;br /&gt;hold your fucking grip.&lt;br /&gt;because nowhere is there a start.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969780468161077321-9039070935435291035?l=tylermullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/feeds/9039070935435291035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969780468161077321&amp;postID=9039070935435291035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/9039070935435291035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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gone.&lt;br /&gt;things are miserable as can be.&lt;br /&gt;but you show yourself&lt;br /&gt;and i am burning down&lt;br /&gt;i only have a certain happiness&lt;br /&gt;and it drags me around.&lt;br /&gt;its wrong and tiring.&lt;br /&gt;its left me breaking down.&lt;br /&gt;"forgotten" makes a broken promise.&lt;br /&gt;you just bruised someones entire day.&lt;br /&gt;crying for a broken minute&lt;br /&gt;and it all goes away.&lt;br /&gt;i dont have an obsession.&lt;br /&gt;its just the way things are.&lt;br /&gt;i really do hate myself.&lt;br /&gt;people say i mean no harm.&lt;br /&gt;thats what hurts the most.&lt;br /&gt;my doubt that i have to hold.&lt;br /&gt;affection and commitment.&lt;br /&gt;are notions that just grow old.&lt;br /&gt;you should not ask me how i am&lt;br /&gt;or how i have been.&lt;br /&gt;do not fucking touch me.&lt;br /&gt;or try to find a way to begin.&lt;br /&gt;Ive caused a lot of temporary hurt in peoples lives.&lt;br /&gt;but they just let it go.&lt;br /&gt;that human nature with leaving earth.&lt;br /&gt;im next to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969780468161077321-7769203394139575431?l=tylermullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/feeds/7769203394139575431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969780468161077321&amp;postID=7769203394139575431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/7769203394139575431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/7769203394139575431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/2011/09/last-stop.html' title='Last Stop'/><author><name>Tyler Mullen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15537139979544287892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vauc91F-U_8/SKukii9JosI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/s-7FoGtbRh4/S220/Picture+287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969780468161077321.post-1243596561988080086</id><published>2011-09-04T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T21:43:43.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stealing gum</title><content type='html'>it is dry and has drug you sick.&lt;br /&gt;nothing gets better once exhausted&lt;br /&gt;thousands of make believers&lt;br /&gt;tell you how its going to be&lt;br /&gt;one out of a thousand&lt;br /&gt;you're gonna hear it from me.&lt;br /&gt;do not bother&lt;br /&gt;relying on a liar.&lt;br /&gt;love is a crutch&lt;br /&gt;for crumbled people who cant make the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969780468161077321-1243596561988080086?l=tylermullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/feeds/1243596561988080086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969780468161077321&amp;postID=1243596561988080086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/1243596561988080086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/1243596561988080086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/2011/09/stealing-gum.html' title='stealing gum'/><author><name>Tyler Mullen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15537139979544287892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vauc91F-U_8/SKukii9JosI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/s-7FoGtbRh4/S220/Picture+287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969780468161077321.post-542267203456168674</id><published>2011-09-03T21:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T22:38:23.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring Your Head</title><content type='html'>Find a warm place&lt;br /&gt;I will lay down inside&lt;br /&gt;The way to leave you disconnected&lt;br /&gt;Washed away down childhood slides.&lt;br /&gt;This deep sleep&lt;br /&gt;Hallucinating me&lt;br /&gt;The mouth of that gun against my teeth&lt;br /&gt;Blows them to the back of my throat&lt;br /&gt;I am a sinking stone&lt;br /&gt;A drifter with deceit&lt;br /&gt;You set me up.&lt;br /&gt;Soiled in rust.&lt;br /&gt;Ill leave you alone.&lt;br /&gt;Who is the first to fuss?&lt;br /&gt;You lend me nothing&lt;br /&gt;Nothing but an empty shell&lt;br /&gt;You place my heart in such a world&lt;br /&gt;Where hate only fucking exists.&lt;br /&gt;I have to beg to be fucking happy.&lt;br /&gt;I was never like this&lt;br /&gt;I always slept right.&lt;br /&gt;Without a goodnight kiss&lt;br /&gt;Its like i drag this dead body around all day&lt;br /&gt;This miserable soul&lt;br /&gt;I want to collect my steps&lt;br /&gt;and just live in peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969780468161077321-542267203456168674?l=tylermullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/feeds/542267203456168674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969780468161077321&amp;postID=542267203456168674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/542267203456168674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/542267203456168674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/2011/09/find-warm-place-i-will-lay-down-inside.html' title='Bring Your Head'/><author><name>Tyler Mullen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15537139979544287892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vauc91F-U_8/SKukii9JosI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/s-7FoGtbRh4/S220/Picture+287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969780468161077321.post-131625842561819066</id><published>2011-09-01T09:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T09:23:39.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cricket</title><content type='html'>love is this. love is that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969780468161077321-131625842561819066?l=tylermullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/feeds/131625842561819066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969780468161077321&amp;postID=131625842561819066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/131625842561819066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/131625842561819066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/2011/09/cricket.html' title='cricket'/><author><name>Tyler Mullen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15537139979544287892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vauc91F-U_8/SKukii9JosI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/s-7FoGtbRh4/S220/Picture+287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969780468161077321.post-6479676551622946524</id><published>2011-08-22T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T23:39:00.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As long as you know</title><content type='html'>Isolation from pain&lt;br /&gt;I live in a silent world&lt;br /&gt;I build myself sick&lt;br /&gt;Everything goes unheard&lt;br /&gt;I jam my fingers&lt;br /&gt;Ive caused myself fatigue&lt;br /&gt;It has been a rough month&lt;br /&gt;sleep on empty stomachs&lt;br /&gt;There are tendencies&lt;br /&gt;That a human does not need&lt;br /&gt;There are obsessions&lt;br /&gt;People need to bleed&lt;br /&gt;I lay myself down&lt;br /&gt;And my head starts to spin&lt;br /&gt;This turmoil created&lt;br /&gt;Hell knows where ive been.&lt;br /&gt;Burn my body&lt;br /&gt;Leave it out for the birds&lt;br /&gt;Leave it out for an example&lt;br /&gt;I dont care where i go&lt;br /&gt;Just as long as people see&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969780468161077321-6479676551622946524?l=tylermullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vauc91F-U_8/SKukii9JosI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/s-7FoGtbRh4/S220/Picture+287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969780468161077321.post-4977344587878086301</id><published>2011-08-15T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T12:25:47.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ask god</title><content type='html'>find a different way&lt;br /&gt;just don't come to me&lt;br /&gt;hands held high at the sun&lt;br /&gt;stop your complaining.&lt;br /&gt;you were born in an "unfortunate place"&lt;br /&gt;at least you're alive&lt;br /&gt;there is poverty sleeping on dirt&lt;br /&gt;there is no room for your hurt.&lt;br /&gt;happiness is wrong when you abuse it&lt;br /&gt;you've dried out your chance&lt;br /&gt;because you take shit for granted&lt;br /&gt;whatever, oh well, just stand it.&lt;br /&gt;place your life in my hands&lt;br /&gt;and i will plan it.&lt;br /&gt;overpopulation is sickening&lt;br /&gt;just be one less of you here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969780468161077321-4977344587878086301?l=tylermullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/feeds/4977344587878086301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969780468161077321&amp;postID=4977344587878086301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/4977344587878086301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/4977344587878086301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/2011/08/ask-god.html' title='ask god'/><author><name>Tyler Mullen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15537139979544287892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vauc91F-U_8/SKukii9JosI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/s-7FoGtbRh4/S220/Picture+287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969780468161077321.post-4024595785290268824</id><published>2011-08-13T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T00:58:54.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sincerely Yours</title><content type='html'>Remove my skull&lt;br /&gt;My spine involved&lt;br /&gt;Like i ever had one at all&lt;br /&gt;I talk alot but never stood so tall&lt;br /&gt;It pains me to say&lt;br /&gt;That pains brought me these days&lt;br /&gt;Ive gone under the sheets&lt;br /&gt;And ill never return.&lt;br /&gt;I stare into tree and sky&lt;br /&gt;In this golden town&lt;br /&gt;The only nostaglia that kept me breathing&lt;br /&gt;is the only hurt that formed this life.&lt;br /&gt;Im just a spoilet brat&lt;br /&gt;Selfish&lt;br /&gt;I dont appreciate shit&lt;br /&gt;Ill throw my fit&lt;br /&gt;Then leave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969780468161077321-4024595785290268824?l=tylermullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/feeds/4024595785290268824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969780468161077321&amp;postID=4024595785290268824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/4024595785290268824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/4024595785290268824'/><link 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was a crippled path.&lt;br /&gt;Thats what i chose&lt;br /&gt;I dont live in a medicine cabinet&lt;br /&gt;I dont live on a high hope&lt;br /&gt;I dont mean to recluse&lt;br /&gt;I live on a tightrope&lt;br /&gt;Why are you in my way?&lt;br /&gt;Im not in yours.&lt;br /&gt;Its nobodys fault but mine&lt;br /&gt;To use the heart and not the mind&lt;br /&gt;I come as your doormat&lt;br /&gt;And eventually find where youve been walking all day&lt;br /&gt;I would only wish for your house boarded up&lt;br /&gt;And set on fire with you inside&lt;br /&gt;I found a consequence&lt;br /&gt;Like a fool for black eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I mope around inside out&lt;br /&gt;What else cant i hide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969780468161077321-549991748267313608?l=tylermullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/feeds/549991748267313608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969780468161077321&amp;postID=549991748267313608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/549991748267313608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/549991748267313608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/2011/08/go-home.html' title='Go home'/><author><name>Tyler Mullen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15537139979544287892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vauc91F-U_8/SKukii9JosI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/s-7FoGtbRh4/S220/Picture+287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969780468161077321.post-9094742716082202568</id><published>2011-08-01T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T22:04:35.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>respiratory</title><content type='html'>you caused me pain&lt;br /&gt;you took whats mine&lt;br /&gt;you fucked me up&lt;br /&gt;revoked my luck&lt;br /&gt;how am i to respond on your cowardly act&lt;br /&gt;how am i to function air flow&lt;br /&gt;if its sanity i lack&lt;br /&gt;all this hope has crashed&lt;br /&gt;all lifes accomplishments are burning&lt;br /&gt;how will i forgive myself for not seeing her one last time.&lt;br /&gt;inhalation is for people who haven't felt a loss.&lt;br /&gt;only the devil knows how much you cost&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969780468161077321-9094742716082202568?l=tylermullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/feeds/9094742716082202568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969780468161077321&amp;postID=9094742716082202568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/9094742716082202568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/9094742716082202568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/2011/08/respiratory.html' title='respiratory'/><author><name>Tyler Mullen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15537139979544287892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vauc91F-U_8/SKukii9JosI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/s-7FoGtbRh4/S220/Picture+287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969780468161077321.post-6105198642703671483</id><published>2011-07-29T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T09:05:21.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wanting me</title><content type='html'>i can feel driving shifts with my brain&lt;br /&gt;some frustrated force on my life&lt;br /&gt;all i could wish for more is death.&lt;br /&gt;your life in my hands with nothing left&lt;br /&gt;you may upset me at times&lt;br /&gt;even disrespect my borders&lt;br /&gt;i will lose all i have&lt;br /&gt;just to keep you from fucking me.&lt;br /&gt;i don't mean no harm&lt;br /&gt;if the situation happened id be defenseless&lt;br /&gt;i run my mouth a little far.&lt;br /&gt;but you deserve to be put in a place.&lt;br /&gt;you've got some nerve&lt;br /&gt;better be careful&lt;br /&gt;your world could become somebody elses.&lt;br /&gt;gonna take you for all you possess.&lt;br /&gt;pillage some of the only things left.&lt;br /&gt;this is what you do to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969780468161077321-6105198642703671483?l=tylermullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/feeds/6105198642703671483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969780468161077321&amp;postID=6105198642703671483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/6105198642703671483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/6105198642703671483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/2011/07/wanting-me.html' title='wanting me'/><author><name>Tyler Mullen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15537139979544287892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vauc91F-U_8/SKukii9JosI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/s-7FoGtbRh4/S220/Picture+287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969780468161077321.post-7959954708873084738</id><published>2011-07-21T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T08:39:03.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>remember</title><content type='html'>simply annoying, over-hyper. never serious. cry baby. modest. drop-out. leech/mooch. self centered. super nintendo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969780468161077321-7959954708873084738?l=tylermullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/feeds/7959954708873084738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969780468161077321&amp;postID=7959954708873084738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/7959954708873084738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/7959954708873084738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/2011/07/remember.html' title='remember'/><author><name>Tyler Mullen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15537139979544287892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vauc91F-U_8/SKukii9JosI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/s-7FoGtbRh4/S220/Picture+287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969780468161077321.post-3988198129963714353</id><published>2011-07-11T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T18:33:37.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>parish</title><content type='html'>Influence my contradiction.&lt;br /&gt;make me lie for something else&lt;br /&gt;you cant convince me because you wont talk&lt;br /&gt;so im on my own here.&lt;br /&gt;put with visions behind my lids&lt;br /&gt;you really have my feelings in a clench&lt;br /&gt;lonely as my bus bench.&lt;br /&gt;rejection hurts anyone.&lt;br /&gt;your hair soaked with sweat&lt;br /&gt;ash covered skin.&lt;br /&gt;flames light up your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;unforgivable sin&lt;br /&gt;clothes smothered of smoke&lt;br /&gt;karma for your cruel joke.&lt;br /&gt;my dream didn't go so far&lt;br /&gt;ditching this grudge is just too hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969780468161077321-3988198129963714353?l=tylermullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/feeds/3988198129963714353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969780468161077321&amp;postID=3988198129963714353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/3988198129963714353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/3988198129963714353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/2011/07/parish.html' title='parish'/><author><name>Tyler Mullen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15537139979544287892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vauc91F-U_8/SKukii9JosI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/s-7FoGtbRh4/S220/Picture+287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969780468161077321.post-587091720619016024</id><published>2011-06-27T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T09:19:22.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yellow Slide</title><content type='html'>i am sure there's not a chance in sight&lt;br /&gt;to know someone who actually gives a fuck&lt;br /&gt;too bitter and jaded to fight&lt;br /&gt;on how you feel like a million bucks.&lt;br /&gt;To be honest im one of those people&lt;br /&gt;because im apart of an insect race.&lt;br /&gt;I live thoughtless and careless&lt;br /&gt;cant define my hate for such things&lt;br /&gt;Im in love with your ways&lt;br /&gt;But my eyes wander.&lt;br /&gt;Youve fucked with everyone&lt;br /&gt;But you cant do me&lt;br /&gt;I live in damnation&lt;br /&gt;And bow to one knee&lt;br /&gt;You cant kill me&lt;br /&gt;But i will decide when to take.&lt;br /&gt;they have been surrounding me for years&lt;br /&gt;i have been alone for the past couple years&lt;br /&gt;how could someone so young and stupid&lt;br /&gt;know anything of a mothers tears?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969780468161077321-587091720619016024?l=tylermullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/feeds/587091720619016024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969780468161077321&amp;postID=587091720619016024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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house.&lt;br /&gt;so i can see sights ive never seen&lt;br /&gt;heights when i use my spline.&lt;br /&gt;tired little mouse.&lt;br /&gt;i have to slime my way out a backdoor.&lt;br /&gt;to do as much as i fucking can.&lt;br /&gt;before im this machine of man.&lt;br /&gt;counting down from four.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969780468161077321-1783475045789348976?l=tylermullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/feeds/1783475045789348976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969780468161077321&amp;postID=1783475045789348976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/1783475045789348976'/><link rel='self' 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been fooling around&lt;br /&gt;sticking people under the impression.&lt;br /&gt;that ive droned myself entirely just like you&lt;br /&gt;and learned a valuable lesson.&lt;br /&gt;my head is toward a train track&lt;br /&gt;rolling thunder slipped through the crack&lt;br /&gt;im gutless because confrontation is too much.&lt;br /&gt;if i had them&lt;br /&gt;id runaway&lt;br /&gt;you never see me again.&lt;br /&gt;i cant stop biting my fingers.&lt;br /&gt;i use my shirt to stop bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;if i had money, would i be somebody?&lt;br /&gt;my collection for thoughts gone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969780468161077321-5954927230436304193?l=tylermullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/feeds/5954927230436304193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969780468161077321&amp;postID=5954927230436304193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/5954927230436304193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/5954927230436304193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/2011/06/used-to-have-it.html' title='Used To Have It'/><author><name>Tyler Mullen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15537139979544287892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vauc91F-U_8/SKukii9JosI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/s-7FoGtbRh4/S220/Picture+287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969780468161077321.post-1845520946677900527</id><published>2011-06-19T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T00:25:10.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Finishing</title><content type='html'>Its all secure, but foolish, and fun&lt;br /&gt;Better watch your last words with someone.&lt;br /&gt;If you even have anything to say at all&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Bigshot, Mr. Stand so fucking tall&lt;br /&gt;I hid words in conversations&lt;br /&gt;That you never ever saw.&lt;br /&gt;Youre going to hell&lt;br /&gt;Thats all we ever have for each other&lt;br /&gt;Something that hurts&lt;br /&gt;Nothing but discomfort.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969780468161077321-1845520946677900527?l=tylermullen.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vauc91F-U_8/SKukii9JosI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/s-7FoGtbRh4/S220/Picture+287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969780468161077321.post-3803031712788293877</id><published>2011-06-19T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T00:24:13.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sun Sets Behind Trees</title><content type='html'>Ask me if i fucking care&lt;br /&gt;Ive drained a whole year worrying about happy people&lt;br /&gt;And just hating them, hating their money, their wrongs, their friends, their lives &lt;br /&gt;It created a gateway for my negativity&lt;br /&gt;Those opinions&lt;br /&gt;Theyre meaningless and i dont matter&lt;br /&gt;Its pointless and you know it&lt;br /&gt;Ive become so ignorant and blind&lt;br /&gt;Friendships come for its end&lt;br /&gt;I cant be happy&lt;br /&gt;And i cant find a place to be&lt;br /&gt;Just steadily dancing with misery&lt;br /&gt;The person you heard through all your friends&lt;br /&gt;Yes thats me&lt;br /&gt;Thats my reputation and thats my fee&lt;br /&gt;Im ripping off my head to justify&lt;br /&gt;When were with each other i just cant watch my mouth&lt;br /&gt;Look me in eye and find what im about&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969780468161077321-3803031712788293877?l=tylermullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/feeds/3803031712788293877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969780468161077321&amp;postID=3803031712788293877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/3803031712788293877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/3803031712788293877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/2011/06/ask-me-if-i-fucking-care-ive-drained.html' title='The Sun Sets Behind Trees'/><author><name>Tyler Mullen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15537139979544287892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vauc91F-U_8/SKukii9JosI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/s-7FoGtbRh4/S220/Picture+287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969780468161077321.post-7097949782292808013</id><published>2011-06-19T00:00:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T00:22:03.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Werewolf</title><content type='html'>Im just an empty promise&lt;br /&gt;Filled with unfulfilled promises&lt;br /&gt;You can have more if wanted&lt;br /&gt;I can build you a letdown&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how i make you feel&lt;br /&gt;Living anger out by the gas pedal&lt;br /&gt;This is now, far from real&lt;br /&gt;There is less to settle&lt;br /&gt;Pull me out of my comfort&lt;br /&gt;Push me into a cage&lt;br /&gt;Where i become tired and insane&lt;br /&gt;Look what you made&lt;br /&gt;Filthy and ugly&lt;br /&gt;Out for the night&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting beginning moments&lt;br /&gt;Sad and out of sight&lt;br /&gt;This is the way things used to be&lt;br /&gt;Those are some things im yet to see&lt;br /&gt;Children capture butterflies and let them free&lt;br /&gt;You fight on what ive become to be.&lt;br /&gt;I lost my way.&lt;br /&gt;Youre snatching out my insecurities&lt;br /&gt;Thinking love involves purity&lt;br /&gt;I lost my way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969780468161077321-7097949782292808013?l=tylermullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vauc91F-U_8/SKukii9JosI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/s-7FoGtbRh4/S220/Picture+287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969780468161077321.post-7222405762270576155</id><published>2011-06-19T00:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T00:20:38.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sounds The Same</title><content type='html'>Remember who you are&lt;br /&gt;You'll live in roots&lt;br /&gt;Theres a tendency for adults&lt;br /&gt;Growing apart and throwing away a childish mind&lt;br /&gt;Writing novels on hope and chance&lt;br /&gt;But you're pretty good with words&lt;br /&gt;So you'll convince at least someone&lt;br /&gt;On wit and charm&lt;br /&gt;You'll manipulate but think no harm&lt;br /&gt;A heart may not break&lt;br /&gt;But you'll leave someone hopeless&lt;br /&gt;Who the hell are you?&lt;br /&gt;Wheres yourself?&lt;br /&gt;Just because you got something&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't mean ill have it&lt;br /&gt;I want an end&lt;br /&gt;Because i feel it just starting&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, suck it up&lt;br /&gt;Excuses for when i fuck it up&lt;br /&gt;Old man you gave it up.&lt;br /&gt;Go rest now&lt;br /&gt;Build walls from my childhood&lt;br /&gt;Let it die&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969780468161077321-7222405762270576155?l=tylermullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/feeds/7222405762270576155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969780468161077321&amp;postID=7222405762270576155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/7222405762270576155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Skipping education on the train&lt;br /&gt;You know you shouldnt do the things you do&lt;br /&gt;But you do them anyway&lt;br /&gt;Is it a future worth shattering?&lt;br /&gt;Do you even care?&lt;br /&gt;I am a prime example of why things arent there&lt;br /&gt;Youre constantly in denial with this place&lt;br /&gt;You think youll create home in some other godforsaken town&lt;br /&gt;Youre just miserable and headsick&lt;br /&gt;I am comfortably bound&lt;br /&gt;Pretending endings&lt;br /&gt;Start a new life over&lt;br /&gt;Youre still an idiot&lt;br /&gt;Youll still run into broken love&lt;br /&gt;If you depend on it for your happiness&lt;br /&gt;Itll get you going &lt;br /&gt;Hanging on a high hope&lt;br /&gt;You only let yourself down.&lt;br /&gt;Thought i was full of myself?&lt;br /&gt;Because i never had a good thing to say&lt;br /&gt;Maybe youre right&lt;br /&gt;I go about not believing, thats just the way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969780468161077321-9055208233441636698?l=tylermullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/feeds/9055208233441636698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969780468161077321&amp;postID=9055208233441636698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/9055208233441636698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/9055208233441636698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/2011/06/south-on-avenue-where-it-breaks-heart.html' title='Nothing Anymore'/><author><name>Tyler Mullen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15537139979544287892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vauc91F-U_8/SKukii9JosI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/s-7FoGtbRh4/S220/Picture+287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969780468161077321.post-1174115580236367813</id><published>2011-06-18T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T00:09:46.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad Youth</title><content type='html'>Scared of losing a past worth missing.&lt;br /&gt;I could really use a friend about now&lt;br /&gt;Take the roads I've always known.&lt;br /&gt;That's where it attacks the heart.&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me what a life is about&lt;br /&gt;Don't embrace me&lt;br /&gt;Don't fucking touch me&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing honest here to see&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck do I need home for?&lt;br /&gt;If it's the same anywhere else.&lt;br /&gt;The violence is too controlling&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder how I make it through a day&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck happened to the things I really had to say?&lt;br /&gt;Mom your medicine never works.&lt;br /&gt;You're whats killing me.&lt;br /&gt;The violence is too controlling&lt;br /&gt;Feel the tears run down my face.&lt;br /&gt;I am fucking livid on an edge.&lt;br /&gt;Thought it went away from the last time I was on that ledge.&lt;br /&gt;You can compare&lt;br /&gt;You can relate&lt;br /&gt;I just won't care&lt;br /&gt;It'll be too late.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be around&lt;br /&gt;To hear your wishes on how you never had a regret.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to talk&lt;br /&gt;Just because I have nothing good to say.&lt;br /&gt;Sad fucking world&lt;br /&gt;You can blame god for this fuck up&lt;br /&gt;Though you don't believe in him at all.&lt;br /&gt;That's only your stupid fucking fault&lt;br /&gt;For putting you where you are.&lt;br /&gt;Pathetic desperation for a shooting star.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could wash you away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969780468161077321-1174115580236367813?l=tylermullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/feeds/1174115580236367813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969780468161077321&amp;postID=1174115580236367813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/1174115580236367813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/1174115580236367813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/2011/06/untitled.html' title='Sad Youth'/><author><name>Tyler Mullen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15537139979544287892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vauc91F-U_8/SKukii9JosI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/s-7FoGtbRh4/S220/Picture+287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969780468161077321.post-4192080048206372823</id><published>2011-05-20T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T14:55:56.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>overwhelm the stomach</title><content type='html'>if you wanted to know about my personal best.&lt;br /&gt;dreaming of things i could do to you and the rest&lt;br /&gt;i mean i really try hard&lt;br /&gt;i only look on a nicer side.&lt;br /&gt;but i fucking hate your insides.&lt;br /&gt;ive grown obsessed.&lt;br /&gt;there's no winning on anything.&lt;br /&gt;suffer more than i already do.&lt;br /&gt;you're a fucking loser.&lt;br /&gt;that you never knew&lt;br /&gt;and probably will never get to see.&lt;br /&gt;im never going to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;live on wisecracks&lt;br /&gt;you want attention pretending that you dont care.&lt;br /&gt;nothing went planned spoiled brat, so unfair.&lt;br /&gt;Brushing your hair&lt;br /&gt;Youre still ugly both ways.&lt;br /&gt;I keep a dark place in me for you to stay.&lt;br /&gt;I have the biggest pact on loneliness&lt;br /&gt;Though there is someone i care for and cares for me.&lt;br /&gt;I used to know my way around.&lt;br /&gt;Every turn every street&lt;br /&gt;Now has got me beat.&lt;br /&gt;Homesick but homebound.&lt;br /&gt;I just dont understand&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969780468161077321-4192080048206372823?l=tylermullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/feeds/4192080048206372823/comments/default' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vauc91F-U_8/SKukii9JosI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/s-7FoGtbRh4/S220/Picture+287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969780468161077321.post-1399774926903537823</id><published>2011-04-20T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T22:38:43.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rejoice</title><content type='html'>please&lt;br /&gt;just tell me how you feel&lt;br /&gt;are you disappointed?&lt;br /&gt;itll effect behind the wheel.&lt;br /&gt;shame on love, for a childish play.&lt;br /&gt;shame on me, for erasing your name.&lt;br /&gt;watch every one go home happy&lt;br /&gt;watch all the lights turn off at night.&lt;br /&gt;no one is concerned for you&lt;br /&gt;why bother?&lt;br /&gt;im doing the same things to&lt;br /&gt;though i want nothing to do with you&lt;br /&gt;a part of me wants you around&lt;br /&gt;i have my dream set aside on something better&lt;br /&gt;medicine has murdered my family&lt;br /&gt;so i will not take it to get over for the best of me&lt;br /&gt;it will always take time&lt;br /&gt;there are no lessons to find.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969780468161077321-1399774926903537823?l=tylermullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/feeds/1399774926903537823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969780468161077321&amp;postID=1399774926903537823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/1399774926903537823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/1399774926903537823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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being about me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969780468161077321-5136023786525039251?l=tylermullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/feeds/5136023786525039251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969780468161077321&amp;postID=5136023786525039251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/5136023786525039251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/5136023786525039251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/2011/03/punctuation.html' title='punctuation'/><author><name>Tyler 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you be left alone&lt;br /&gt;when left alone reach for your phone&lt;br /&gt;attempting to be happy with you&lt;br /&gt;just over and over&lt;br /&gt;the feelings just tampers over and over&lt;br /&gt;where is the cure?&lt;br /&gt;do i hide from the air?&lt;br /&gt;ill keep passing here and there&lt;br /&gt;there is a lack in missing passion&lt;br /&gt;there's a crack on hope to all that's happened&lt;br /&gt;theres a shatter on a glass that your cheer resides&lt;br /&gt;there is your hole, drawing the body on the inside&lt;br /&gt;go hide&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969780468161077321-5931466172853066106?l=tylermullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/feeds/5931466172853066106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/670907957951061217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/670907957951061217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/2011/03/254.html' title='2:54'/><author><name>Tyler Mullen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15537139979544287892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vauc91F-U_8/SKukii9JosI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/s-7FoGtbRh4/S220/Picture+287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969780468161077321.post-8188704934673357325</id><published>2011-02-15T08:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T08:30:29.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'>now</title><content type='html'>My whole childhood were just rainy days&lt;br /&gt;All i can remember is rain&lt;br /&gt;Thats why you found me when i was upset&lt;br /&gt;I was happy with an adjusted head&lt;br /&gt;Dug a couple different holes&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes never come out.&lt;br /&gt;There goes home on tall pines drive&lt;br /&gt;Never found what im about&lt;br /&gt;Are you my maker?&lt;br /&gt;If so, give me a clue&lt;br /&gt;Have i lucked out?&lt;br /&gt;Lost on a shooting star, maybe a few&lt;br /&gt;Ill find my fountain of youth&lt;br /&gt;When im old and alone&lt;br /&gt;In some little kid thatll show me what its like to be again&lt;br /&gt;If i even make it to live 70 years old&lt;br /&gt;I gave you my word and it was sold&lt;br /&gt;I am a prime example of why things aren't there&lt;br /&gt;Layed on my back, passed the day and stared&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to improve&lt;br /&gt;I am the reason why its not there&lt;br /&gt;Nothing gets in my way when i want to quit&lt;br /&gt;Is there an end in sight?&lt;br /&gt;Do i make it through the night?&lt;br /&gt;im not complaining&lt;br /&gt;im just losing myself&lt;br /&gt;ive never been in a fist fight,&lt;br /&gt;just arguements with you&lt;br /&gt;and bad habits in a shell&lt;br /&gt;i just want to set sail&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969780468161077321-8188704934673357325?l=tylermullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/feeds/8188704934673357325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969780468161077321&amp;postID=8188704934673357325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/8188704934673357325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/8188704934673357325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/2011/02/now.html' title='now'/><author><name>Tyler Mullen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15537139979544287892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vauc91F-U_8/SKukii9JosI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/s-7FoGtbRh4/S220/Picture+287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969780468161077321.post-7959279525674120315</id><published>2011-01-24T09:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T09:33:29.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i finally have you</title><content type='html'>spent time with each other&lt;br /&gt;and it was only a moment&lt;br /&gt;communication goes both ways&lt;br /&gt;it leaves me here, it leaves me with nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;all youve ever done for me is produce anger and frustration&lt;br /&gt;i go on long walks and leave some worried&lt;br /&gt;my past is an impact that i keep running back to&lt;br /&gt;overflowing pain that’s intolerable and no one knew&lt;br /&gt;there’s just very little i can take from you&lt;br /&gt;and im the blame for a disconnected relationship&lt;br /&gt;well sometimes i am&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i cant take a stand on standing you anymore&lt;br /&gt;yearly dragging farther into the ground&lt;br /&gt;im miserable if you wanna say so&lt;br /&gt;maybe its all the open skies or the same places&lt;br /&gt;i may never smile, but you think you know&lt;br /&gt;youre doing better than i am&lt;br /&gt;and somehow my outlook is bitter about it&lt;br /&gt;will you take a picture so i can fit?&lt;br /&gt;youll never wanna come back around, im just shit&lt;br /&gt;left behind things you definitely wont remember&lt;br /&gt;someday itll all change your mind&lt;br /&gt;or will it at all?&lt;br /&gt;you wont have to hear what i have to say&lt;br /&gt;its sad to say the only time you’ll reach for me is at my funeral&lt;br /&gt;sad to say the only thing you want is for my face to see,&lt;br /&gt;but itll be at my funeral&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969780468161077321-7959279525674120315?l=tylermullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/feeds/7959279525674120315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969780468161077321&amp;postID=7959279525674120315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/7959279525674120315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/7959279525674120315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-finally-have-you.html' title='i finally have you'/><author><name>Tyler Mullen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15537139979544287892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vauc91F-U_8/SKukii9JosI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/s-7FoGtbRh4/S220/Picture+287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969780468161077321.post-1394964140392605002</id><published>2010-12-23T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T23:11:53.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ringfinger</title><content type='html'>Dont kill me because im unaware&lt;br /&gt;Whatevers been done, is unfair&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, youre undercover&lt;br /&gt;Youre not right, when i catch you stutter&lt;br /&gt;Things turn around and upside down&lt;br /&gt;By my life i swear&lt;br /&gt;The end of the night&lt;br /&gt;You love to open up&lt;br /&gt;About little things you fish from a sea&lt;br /&gt;Theyre just big problems that dont mean shit to me&lt;br /&gt;Better be wary about getting underneath&lt;br /&gt;Confessing to people who live with their teeth&lt;br /&gt;Issues are meaningless, if nobody will take you serious&lt;br /&gt;When you come from a family derailing to get along&lt;br /&gt;Find what you want to try to find&lt;br /&gt;When youve pissed on my mind&lt;br /&gt;Shoveling up my bones&lt;br /&gt;Unlocking all the wrong things&lt;br /&gt;Not letting sleeping dogs lie&lt;br /&gt;Eventually running to where they die&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969780468161077321-1394964140392605002?l=tylermullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vauc91F-U_8/SKukii9JosI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/s-7FoGtbRh4/S220/Picture+287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969780468161077321.post-8939773045623617685</id><published>2010-12-20T07:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T07:03:04.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>checked out</title><content type='html'>Yeah im tied down I dont need you around&lt;br /&gt;So the fuck what&lt;br /&gt;You lost a disagreement&lt;br /&gt;If you dont like what youve heard&lt;br /&gt;Move on out&lt;br /&gt;Move from here&lt;br /&gt;Move with your aspirations&lt;br /&gt;Should of moved from the start&lt;br /&gt;How unfortunate that you live with my heart&lt;br /&gt;When you could recieve so much more&lt;br /&gt;I was the frame on a wall to ignore&lt;br /&gt;Now its just so god damn hard&lt;br /&gt;I get so tangled, cant even get to a point&lt;br /&gt;I feel so tired, i bombard myself with an excuse&lt;br /&gt;I is me, thats all your ever gonna see.&lt;br /&gt;Dancing on your memoir is all its ever gonna be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969780468161077321-8939773045623617685?l=tylermullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/feeds/8939773045623617685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969780468161077321&amp;postID=8939773045623617685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/8939773045623617685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/8939773045623617685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/2010/12/checked-out.html' title='checked out'/><author><name>Tyler Mullen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15537139979544287892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vauc91F-U_8/SKukii9JosI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/s-7FoGtbRh4/S220/Picture+287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969780468161077321.post-6018374202276834421</id><published>2010-12-13T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T12:11:02.261-08:00</updated><title type='text'>canary</title><content type='html'>love keeps me just going back.&lt;br /&gt;and that's when a person has found a friend&lt;br /&gt;tore me apart before,&lt;br /&gt;until i found an end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969780468161077321-6018374202276834421?l=tylermullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vauc91F-U_8/SKukii9JosI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/s-7FoGtbRh4/S220/Picture+287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969780468161077321.post-7845496436226315043</id><published>2010-11-29T08:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T08:32:53.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>infect</title><content type='html'>9 hours of sleep&lt;br /&gt;the world is ending on the tv&lt;br /&gt;i don’t care that im not focusing.&lt;br /&gt;supposed to be making steps forward&lt;br /&gt;instead im just going back.&lt;br /&gt;got a safe for a brain&lt;br /&gt;that has collected it all&lt;br /&gt;nostalgia is pain.&lt;br /&gt;a fool and a sucker in for the fall&lt;br /&gt;no motivation on today.&lt;br /&gt;im just stuck in my room.&lt;br /&gt;nobody visits.&lt;br /&gt;mom don’t assume.&lt;br /&gt;i wasted time&lt;br /&gt;and ill do it again.&lt;br /&gt;wasting on you.&lt;br /&gt;who is really worth it?&lt;br /&gt;the problem is i dont realize where im wrong&lt;br /&gt;then its funny after i lose a friend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969780468161077321-7845496436226315043?l=tylermullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/feeds/7845496436226315043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969780468161077321&amp;postID=7845496436226315043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/7845496436226315043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/7845496436226315043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/2010/11/infect.html' title='infect'/><author><name>Tyler Mullen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15537139979544287892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vauc91F-U_8/SKukii9JosI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/s-7FoGtbRh4/S220/Picture+287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969780468161077321.post-7388581563007823357</id><published>2010-11-25T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T15:33:42.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'>utter</title><content type='html'>losing what you found and settled for.&lt;br /&gt;driving through an old neighborhood&lt;br /&gt;just couldn't keep your mind off of me&lt;br /&gt;what are friends for? just wait and see&lt;br /&gt;im not out for blood&lt;br /&gt;im deprived of inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing good to say&lt;br /&gt;everyday is not my day.&lt;br /&gt;i believe in a good pick me up.&lt;br /&gt;to feel better&lt;br /&gt;none of that shit works.&lt;br /&gt;bite my nails, rip off my shirt.&lt;br /&gt;sick for the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;and i thought my head was a cell&lt;br /&gt;created a cabin fever.&lt;br /&gt;been living in hell, if you could tell.&lt;br /&gt;and the one thing i want to do is show some utter emotion about our friendship&lt;br /&gt;but i find nothing&lt;br /&gt;ive carried timid expressions my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;bashing my hands on a kitchen table for something&lt;br /&gt;maybe a broken shell&lt;br /&gt;a pen stored with my life inside&lt;br /&gt;a wish to write things out in a clear sense&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969780468161077321-7388581563007823357?l=tylermullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/feeds/7388581563007823357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969780468161077321&amp;postID=7388581563007823357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/7388581563007823357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/7388581563007823357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/2010/11/utter.html' title='utter'/><author><name>Tyler Mullen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15537139979544287892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vauc91F-U_8/SKukii9JosI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/s-7FoGtbRh4/S220/Picture+287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969780468161077321.post-4412621529749875037</id><published>2010-10-25T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T08:53:34.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sleepyhead</title><content type='html'>where are headed now?&lt;br /&gt;gotta be there on time?&lt;br /&gt;do i believe in a liar?&lt;br /&gt;does someone believe in me?&lt;br /&gt;do you see right through my make believe?&lt;br /&gt;is the other side all you see?&lt;br /&gt;because you look better with each other&lt;br /&gt;then a hell of a lot other lovers&lt;br /&gt;who burn and crash&lt;br /&gt;and meet their heads with a dashboard.&lt;br /&gt;a car totaled next to the guard rail and gutter.&lt;br /&gt;on the side of the highway for days&lt;br /&gt;and nobody cared for it&lt;br /&gt;just like the pains in your stomach.&lt;br /&gt;im running out in an argument&lt;br /&gt;where i cant defend myself anymore&lt;br /&gt;if i cant justify and just say sorry&lt;br /&gt;ill be placed on a shelf just like before&lt;br /&gt;what i got to give is nothing no more.&lt;br /&gt;you get what you get&lt;br /&gt;when you place faith for a whore&lt;br /&gt;lost in a body of water&lt;br /&gt;then it rained and poured&lt;br /&gt;then i lay down my head&lt;br /&gt;woke up and disappeared in a months span.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969780468161077321-4412621529749875037?l=tylermullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/feeds/4412621529749875037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969780468161077321&amp;postID=4412621529749875037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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yesterday&lt;br /&gt;just things that were wasted on time.&lt;br /&gt;i don't have time for your shit&lt;br /&gt;just asking back, where it rightfully fits.&lt;br /&gt;saw god above, aiming swings where it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;making bets with satan on how long i could last.&lt;br /&gt;you dwell on your past.&lt;br /&gt;it involves a lot of pain.&lt;br /&gt;cracking open your chest&lt;br /&gt;comparing heart from brain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969780468161077321-2007250900812587164?l=tylermullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/feeds/2007250900812587164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969780468161077321&amp;postID=2007250900812587164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;tucking myself to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;when i hated a little bit more&lt;br /&gt;than i didn't like then&lt;br /&gt;you want to come at my throat&lt;br /&gt;you better cut off the breathing.&lt;br /&gt;fuck my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;it'll stop my believing.&lt;br /&gt;i sat in a room full of my entire family&lt;br /&gt;for five hours&lt;br /&gt;and watched her peacefully sleep&lt;br /&gt;it turned my stomach sour.&lt;br /&gt;though i collected myself&lt;br /&gt;on all the wrong i completed in a year&lt;br /&gt;it was hitting me hard&lt;br /&gt;and it started to tear.&lt;br /&gt;i wished instead of prayed&lt;br /&gt;that you forced your eyes shut&lt;br /&gt;comfortably resting at night&lt;br /&gt;trusting that i was doing right.&lt;br /&gt;but really its you&lt;br /&gt;that's putting me in place&lt;br /&gt;i felt something crush me inside&lt;br /&gt;and i went for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969780468161077321-1370801192856623098?l=tylermullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/feeds/1370801192856623098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969780468161077321&amp;postID=1370801192856623098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/1370801192856623098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/1370801192856623098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/2010/10/upstream.html' title='upstream'/><author><name>Tyler Mullen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15537139979544287892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vauc91F-U_8/SKukii9JosI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/s-7FoGtbRh4/S220/Picture+287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969780468161077321.post-369183102957469551</id><published>2010-08-26T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T23:07:43.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a man with his family, a kid without one</title><content type='html'>this is my cast&lt;br /&gt;walking under from where i fell&lt;br /&gt;this love just deteriorates&lt;br /&gt;im just not interested&lt;br /&gt;watching youth stroll along a track to its drain.&lt;br /&gt;give it to someone who can tolerate the pain&lt;br /&gt;its selfish to take away life.&lt;br /&gt;but i still found no meaning behind why.&lt;br /&gt;pushing back cuticles to eat the time&lt;br /&gt;i was a songbird&lt;br /&gt;cant wait much longer&lt;br /&gt;who's stronger?&lt;br /&gt;feeling monger.&lt;br /&gt;selling emotions to strangers down the street&lt;br /&gt;displaying a head, chin down.&lt;br /&gt;since when did anyone care in this town?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969780468161077321-369183102957469551?l=tylermullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/feeds/369183102957469551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969780468161077321&amp;postID=369183102957469551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/369183102957469551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/369183102957469551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/2010/08/man-with-his-family-kid-without-one.html' title='a man with his family, a kid without one'/><author><name>Tyler Mullen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15537139979544287892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vauc91F-U_8/SKukii9JosI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/s-7FoGtbRh4/S220/Picture+287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969780468161077321.post-8610768552689302754</id><published>2010-08-08T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T11:07:23.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shove</title><content type='html'>for thousands of days living a life&lt;br /&gt;my face will always meet with my hands&lt;br /&gt;sleeping through opportunities,&lt;br /&gt;that could of changed a future.&lt;br /&gt;but i prefer nothing.&lt;br /&gt;if i wanted something,&lt;br /&gt;it would be a favor out of a friend.&lt;br /&gt;that i constantly use.&lt;br /&gt;dont want your company&lt;br /&gt;dont want your love&lt;br /&gt;dont want your fucking problems&lt;br /&gt;love comes to shove.&lt;br /&gt;i will not tolerate your bullshit&lt;br /&gt;there are other things to waste time upon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969780468161077321-8610768552689302754?l=tylermullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/feeds/8610768552689302754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969780468161077321&amp;postID=8610768552689302754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/8610768552689302754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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world."&lt;br /&gt;college accepted you&lt;br /&gt;and i could give a care less.&lt;br /&gt;i will walk as far as a i want&lt;br /&gt;everyones intelligence has kept me shunned&lt;br /&gt;you stand all your friends up.&lt;br /&gt;you take everybody for granted.&lt;br /&gt;fewer and fewer love you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i cant give a shit, i cant stand it.&lt;br /&gt;look what you're handed,&lt;br /&gt;just how you planned it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969780468161077321-8443871541783666213?l=tylermullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/feeds/8443871541783666213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969780468161077321&amp;postID=8443871541783666213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/8443871541783666213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/8443871541783666213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/2010/07/handed.html' title='handed'/><author><name>Tyler Mullen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15537139979544287892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vauc91F-U_8/SKukii9JosI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/s-7FoGtbRh4/S220/Picture+287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969780468161077321.post-3617886155421041282</id><published>2010-07-27T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T19:53:35.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>spliced</title><content type='html'>ive caused some problems in the back of your mind&lt;br /&gt;one would be ever placing eyes on me.&lt;br /&gt;i was standing around, with a head to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;anchoring my emotions into your questions&lt;br /&gt;we dont talk at all&lt;br /&gt;when we find something we shouldn't of seen&lt;br /&gt;i just hide and seek, i have no spleen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969780468161077321-3617886155421041282?l=tylermullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/feeds/3617886155421041282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969780468161077321&amp;postID=3617886155421041282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/3617886155421041282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/3617886155421041282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/2010/07/spliced.html' title='spliced'/><author><name>Tyler Mullen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15537139979544287892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vauc91F-U_8/SKukii9JosI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/s-7FoGtbRh4/S220/Picture+287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969780468161077321.post-3758239683512916878</id><published>2010-07-24T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T18:48:36.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>doing in</title><content type='html'>thinking about being a movie star.&lt;br /&gt;because times are just so hard&lt;br /&gt;wishing that every dollar would complete you to happiness.&lt;br /&gt;doing in seconds&lt;br /&gt;its not going to save that second faced life.&lt;br /&gt;and those parents of yours blessed you with a true coldshoulder&lt;br /&gt;shoving loved ones in compact folders&lt;br /&gt;no calls answered.&lt;br /&gt;just a brain and a heart full of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;wishing every happy person along the way meets hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969780468161077321-3758239683512916878?l=tylermullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/feeds/3758239683512916878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969780468161077321&amp;postID=3758239683512916878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/3758239683512916878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/3758239683512916878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/2010/07/doing-in.html' title='doing in'/><author><name>Tyler Mullen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15537139979544287892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vauc91F-U_8/SKukii9JosI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/s-7FoGtbRh4/S220/Picture+287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969780468161077321.post-8627897699589154924</id><published>2010-07-17T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T20:18:40.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>growing pains</title><content type='html'>caught a dead feeling floating around town&lt;br /&gt;and i caught it without the slightest sound.&lt;br /&gt;my family isn't a family anymore.&lt;br /&gt;more of a tree in centuries dieing to pass&lt;br /&gt;my friends aren't really friends anymore.&lt;br /&gt;said what they had to say and that is that.&lt;br /&gt;got a mouthful, have no where to put it.&lt;br /&gt;must of been a stranger putting words in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;god honest truth though&lt;br /&gt;i will never tell you what you're making for whats going on in my life.&lt;br /&gt;it'll just sit around.&lt;br /&gt;until you cross a fucking line.&lt;br /&gt;ill bet a couple of nickles and dimes&lt;br /&gt;that your sneaking around&lt;br /&gt;but your not worth some pity dollar,&lt;br /&gt;i should donate to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;i shouldn't say things thatll push you away&lt;br /&gt;but i sure as hell wish it day by day&lt;br /&gt;itd be great to see you tonight.&lt;br /&gt;hold you like i always do&lt;br /&gt;pretending that its alright.&lt;br /&gt;but it'd be better if you just drifted off in your bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969780468161077321-8627897699589154924?l=tylermullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/feeds/8627897699589154924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969780468161077321&amp;postID=8627897699589154924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/8627897699589154924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/8627897699589154924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/2010/07/growing-pains.html' title='growing pains'/><author><name>Tyler Mullen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15537139979544287892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vauc91F-U_8/SKukii9JosI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/s-7FoGtbRh4/S220/Picture+287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969780468161077321.post-4915934989138290581</id><published>2010-07-16T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T09:26:31.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>world under pressured</title><content type='html'>when you find a hole, take a long nap.&lt;br /&gt;and stay in the middle of not knowing where you're at&lt;br /&gt;sticking around to bring people down inside&lt;br /&gt;mind settled on thinking shit will slide&lt;br /&gt;if its drug that are filling your needs.&lt;br /&gt;ive got enough to kill you for your greed.&lt;br /&gt;you numb brained girl, cant see him for what he is.&lt;br /&gt;did a spin on his life for you.&lt;br /&gt;but giving your heart to other guys eyes is what you'd like instead.&lt;br /&gt;don't know if you want to get ahead.&lt;br /&gt;because you're stuck in a teenage experiment.&lt;br /&gt;but being weak, buckling under pressure has left you bent.&lt;br /&gt;im the laugh of the town.&lt;br /&gt;because i cant compare and relate.&lt;br /&gt;and handed a downfall on my plate.&lt;br /&gt;i want to be a drone but i just cant relate.&lt;br /&gt;so im left with nothing except depth in hate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969780468161077321-4915934989138290581?l=tylermullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/feeds/4915934989138290581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969780468161077321&amp;postID=4915934989138290581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969780468161077321-5614532992680537249?l=tylermullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/feeds/5614532992680537249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969780468161077321&amp;postID=5614532992680537249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/5614532992680537249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/5614532992680537249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/2010/07/yes.html' title='yes'/><author><name>Tyler Mullen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15537139979544287892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vauc91F-U_8/SKukii9JosI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/s-7FoGtbRh4/S220/Picture+287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969780468161077321.post-4547204221849955155</id><published>2010-07-06T19:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T20:19:41.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>uninterested</title><content type='html'>i know that you're a happy person.&lt;br /&gt;but i just cant take one more standing through being around you&lt;br /&gt;and all those friends that i despise.&lt;br /&gt;that i kept a surprise.&lt;br /&gt;its actually a feeling of total disgust.&lt;br /&gt;but nobody understands the big fuss.&lt;br /&gt;id like to drop all interests&lt;br /&gt;do you know who i am?&lt;br /&gt;i wanted nothing to do with anything anymore.&lt;br /&gt;when i counted to four&lt;br /&gt;am i leaving your heart sore?&lt;br /&gt;chucking things behind.&lt;br /&gt;flushing out my mind.&lt;br /&gt;all because i don't love seeing you happy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969780468161077321-4547204221849955155?l=tylermullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/feeds/4547204221849955155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969780468161077321&amp;postID=4547204221849955155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/4547204221849955155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/4547204221849955155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/2010/07/uninterested.html' title='uninterested'/><author><name>Tyler Mullen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15537139979544287892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vauc91F-U_8/SKukii9JosI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/s-7FoGtbRh4/S220/Picture+287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969780468161077321.post-2391003645443975466</id><published>2010-07-05T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T10:22:09.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>connected</title><content type='html'>eighteen years built a rabbit cage for somebody who thinks to fast,&lt;br /&gt;in a town that's slowly coming apart under my feet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969780468161077321-2391003645443975466?l=tylermullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/feeds/2391003645443975466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969780468161077321&amp;postID=2391003645443975466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/2391003645443975466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/2391003645443975466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/2010/07/connected.html' title='connected'/><author><name>Tyler Mullen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15537139979544287892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vauc91F-U_8/SKukii9JosI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/s-7FoGtbRh4/S220/Picture+287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969780468161077321.post-6660773965056842583</id><published>2010-06-30T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T20:29:41.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sillyheart</title><content type='html'>when you drop me off,&lt;br /&gt;i am half safe and sound.&lt;br /&gt;but you leaving, it worries me to wonder,&lt;br /&gt;whose going to put you into the ground.&lt;br /&gt;i once had fingernails.&lt;br /&gt;then i ripped them right off&lt;br /&gt;because of buckling under pressure.&lt;br /&gt;unbuckled in your car is gonna leave me stretchered.&lt;br /&gt;who is first to go out of all us friends?&lt;br /&gt;whose karma is chasing them around,&lt;br /&gt;what taker is god eager to send?&lt;br /&gt;there's some drunk bastard on the road&lt;br /&gt;aimlessly having your fate to be sewed.&lt;br /&gt;desolating your car against his&lt;br /&gt;and he fucking lives.&lt;br /&gt;what paramedic or coroner gives?&lt;br /&gt;about somebody three breaths last to go.&lt;br /&gt;im just some organ donor with no chance to grow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969780468161077321-6660773965056842583?l=tylermullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/feeds/6660773965056842583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969780468161077321&amp;postID=6660773965056842583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/6660773965056842583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/6660773965056842583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/2010/06/sillyheart.html' title='sillyheart'/><author><name>Tyler Mullen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15537139979544287892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vauc91F-U_8/SKukii9JosI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/s-7FoGtbRh4/S220/Picture+287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969780468161077321.post-505017689500247951</id><published>2010-06-19T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T06:56:16.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this one doesnt make any sense</title><content type='html'>im not fucking worried anymore&lt;br /&gt;on finding disappointments inside a group of friends.&lt;br /&gt;all people have great things to say,&lt;br /&gt;if it has to do with someone you hate.&lt;br /&gt;why would you make amends?&lt;br /&gt;fraud in the end.&lt;br /&gt;no sides to fend&lt;br /&gt;no more backs to bend&lt;br /&gt;my girlfriends getting fucked by some guy in the back of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;i sleep to pass it by.&lt;br /&gt;im sorry for the way i am.&lt;br /&gt;i just cant hold myself anymore&lt;br /&gt;so i depend on jealousy&lt;br /&gt;liars, cheats, burnouts, drifters,&lt;br /&gt;kids can be what they want to be.&lt;br /&gt;all that i need, i can only see.&lt;br /&gt;life can pay a small fee for me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969780468161077321-505017689500247951?l=tylermullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vauc91F-U_8/SKukii9JosI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/s-7FoGtbRh4/S220/Picture+287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969780468161077321.post-5515738601995853735</id><published>2010-06-18T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T22:55:39.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>vertigo</title><content type='html'>how do i make you feel anymore?&lt;br /&gt;it shouldn't matter but it does&lt;br /&gt;i explained with because'&lt;br /&gt;just start locking your door.&lt;br /&gt;im overdosing in the middle of the street,&lt;br /&gt;in the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;one hundred different minds that all constantly race&lt;br /&gt;all of them putting up a fight.&lt;br /&gt;summer came when you graduated high school.&lt;br /&gt;you crossed me out.&lt;br /&gt;now i don't know which way to go.&lt;br /&gt;ill be visiting the hospital soon,&lt;br /&gt;flushing my veins to flow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969780468161077321-5515738601995853735?l=tylermullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/feeds/5515738601995853735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969780468161077321&amp;postID=5515738601995853735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/5515738601995853735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/5515738601995853735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/2010/06/vertigo.html' title='vertigo'/><author><name>Tyler Mullen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15537139979544287892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vauc91F-U_8/SKukii9JosI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/s-7FoGtbRh4/S220/Picture+287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969780468161077321.post-7473362775215538738</id><published>2010-05-27T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T23:29:06.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>resigned</title><content type='html'>you asked for hands&lt;br /&gt;i sort of already drifted away&lt;br /&gt;what can i say&lt;br /&gt;my commitment to friendships has changed&lt;br /&gt;because i cant stand being around you for the sake of living&lt;br /&gt;giving you something, you cant find.&lt;br /&gt;ive already gave my room a piece of my mind&lt;br /&gt;everyone goes.&lt;br /&gt;existence can just stay resigned&lt;br /&gt;a damned river flows&lt;br /&gt;everyone loves me.&lt;br /&gt;ill take that with me,&lt;br /&gt;rob them softly of what they owe me back.&lt;br /&gt;in the back of your mind, i left a smile cracked&lt;br /&gt;one of the last things you'd ever remember of me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969780468161077321-7473362775215538738?l=tylermullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/feeds/7473362775215538738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969780468161077321&amp;postID=7473362775215538738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/7473362775215538738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/7473362775215538738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/2010/05/resigned.html' title='resigned'/><author><name>Tyler Mullen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15537139979544287892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vauc91F-U_8/SKukii9JosI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/s-7FoGtbRh4/S220/Picture+287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969780468161077321.post-5519425049070743600</id><published>2010-05-24T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T20:16:33.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>take it with you</title><content type='html'>sometimes id like to make way&lt;br /&gt;through a crowd of people.&lt;br /&gt;stand on top of the highest steeple&lt;br /&gt;and drop all the accomplishments and friendship&lt;br /&gt;that i bottled up over the years.&lt;br /&gt;shattered and flattered people to produce tears&lt;br /&gt;i just cant relax.&lt;br /&gt;life's a job and id like to burn the place down.&lt;br /&gt;because i have a boss for a heart id dream of taking down.&lt;br /&gt;why cant you see what i can see?&lt;br /&gt;i payed a valuable lesson to be&lt;br /&gt;pretending im a lost person&lt;br /&gt;inside a happy soul,&lt;br /&gt;that breathes underwater.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969780468161077321-5519425049070743600?l=tylermullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/feeds/5519425049070743600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969780468161077321&amp;postID=5519425049070743600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>when people are looking for death,&lt;br /&gt;they'll take you out and then their self.&lt;br /&gt;the man who loved his kids&lt;br /&gt;but his wife slept around his affection.&lt;br /&gt;buying a shotgun bought her attention.&lt;br /&gt;the man who has it all,&lt;br /&gt;has got him by his throat.&lt;br /&gt;if one more drop of sweat hits the floor.&lt;br /&gt;twenty stories up high,&lt;br /&gt;through broken glass you'll see his body fly.&lt;br /&gt;one could dream of a let go.&lt;br /&gt;and live like a child.&lt;br /&gt;dying to start over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969780468161077321-482276602863718905?l=tylermullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/feeds/482276602863718905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969780468161077321&amp;postID=482276602863718905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/482276602863718905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/482276602863718905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/2010/05/on-breathing-line.html' title='on the breathing line'/><author><name>Tyler Mullen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15537139979544287892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vauc91F-U_8/SKukii9JosI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/s-7FoGtbRh4/S220/Picture+287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969780468161077321.post-3116519750582638048</id><published>2010-05-09T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T21:11:56.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mealworm</title><content type='html'>tell god i put myself in a predicament&lt;br /&gt;doubt he has the time for a drifter&lt;br /&gt;affix his eyes on me when i burn his scripture&lt;br /&gt;ill take a deep dive, straight drop into hell.&lt;br /&gt;where i find my lost understandings,&lt;br /&gt;most people didn't give a shit when i fell.&lt;br /&gt;because all i have is negativity for your surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;all im asking is for a little closure on wanting something to be.&lt;br /&gt;emotions and stubbornness cut out my eyes to see.&lt;br /&gt;but i can dream all i want about cutting out tongues.&lt;br /&gt;of friends committing their hardest and talking shit for fun.&lt;br /&gt;girls got my heart in a box&lt;br /&gt;waiting for me to put my guard into the ground.&lt;br /&gt;cant believe a thing,&lt;br /&gt;when a lie is what you found&lt;br /&gt;he threw a rope around the moon for you.&lt;br /&gt;ill just cut it right down.&lt;br /&gt;he'd leave you flat out fucked.&lt;br /&gt;id laugh without a sound.&lt;br /&gt;all these years, just specks ive found&lt;br /&gt;every morning i think i belong in the ground&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969780468161077321-3116519750582638048?l=tylermullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/feeds/3116519750582638048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969780468161077321&amp;postID=3116519750582638048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/3116519750582638048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/3116519750582638048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/2010/05/mealworm.html' title='mealworm'/><author><name>Tyler Mullen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15537139979544287892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vauc91F-U_8/SKukii9JosI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/s-7FoGtbRh4/S220/Picture+287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969780468161077321.post-2121531615495510473</id><published>2010-05-06T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T20:00:31.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bad root</title><content type='html'>a handful for the rest of a life&lt;br /&gt;now id finally like to ease my grasp,&lt;br /&gt;and lead every backbreaking friend to hell.&lt;br /&gt;every bodies personal business is a show and tell&lt;br /&gt;i suggest to stay inside your house&lt;br /&gt;bask in your room in the night.&lt;br /&gt;and put up a fight.&lt;br /&gt;your better off alone like you were before you met anyone&lt;br /&gt;the root keeps sprouting&lt;br /&gt;and out comes a world that is growing and crushing&lt;br /&gt;wrapping up internal problems and throwing&lt;br /&gt;them to the minds and mouths of teenagers.&lt;br /&gt;and off my shoulders, i disengaged her.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why would anyone need a person that would  recycle something you didnt want anyone else knowing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i casted out a seed that keeps growing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969780468161077321-2121531615495510473?l=tylermullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/feeds/2121531615495510473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969780468161077321&amp;postID=2121531615495510473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/2121531615495510473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/2121531615495510473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/2010/05/bad-root.html' title='bad root'/><author><name>Tyler Mullen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15537139979544287892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vauc91F-U_8/SKukii9JosI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/s-7FoGtbRh4/S220/Picture+287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969780468161077321.post-4175069848539158992</id><published>2010-04-25T20:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T21:13:03.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>back</title><content type='html'>im not going there,&lt;br /&gt;you're not stepping foot here&lt;br /&gt;so we both win&lt;br /&gt;that's the way i wanted it to have been.&lt;br /&gt;who were you thinking of anyway?&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, the day before and today.&lt;br /&gt;because you had me at a comfortable place&lt;br /&gt;now im living in heavens basement&lt;br /&gt;god told me i made the biggest mistake.&lt;br /&gt;and that's where i was sent.&lt;br /&gt;back; when it was right,&lt;br /&gt;now; when its wrong.&lt;br /&gt;everything is,&lt;br /&gt;im stuck writing tomorrows song.&lt;br /&gt;if its rain let me hear the sound&lt;br /&gt;if its sun, shoot it down&lt;br /&gt;let it crash down on you.&lt;br /&gt;so i would laugh at your families feelings&lt;br /&gt;like you laughed at mine&lt;br /&gt;you kept me thinking,&lt;br /&gt;enough fucking said.&lt;br /&gt;there are some people i just wish to be dead,&lt;br /&gt;they probably feel the same way about me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969780468161077321-4175069848539158992?l=tylermullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/feeds/4175069848539158992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vauc91F-U_8/SKukii9JosI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/s-7FoGtbRh4/S220/Picture+287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969780468161077321.post-5341083200608784004</id><published>2010-04-24T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T08:06:30.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no title</title><content type='html'>i kept quiet.&lt;br /&gt;and you made a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;accidentally forming a song&lt;br /&gt;everyone got along.&lt;br /&gt;he and shes a good friend may to think.&lt;br /&gt;your dead wrong.&lt;br /&gt;i am scared of who i am.&lt;br /&gt;im not afraid to not call anyone anymore.&lt;br /&gt;this room is my sanctuary&lt;br /&gt;and that is where ill be buried.&lt;br /&gt;it was written here.&lt;br /&gt;but i painted white over letter to letter.&lt;br /&gt;last night you said some things.&lt;br /&gt;that im pretty sure you don't realize half the time.&lt;br /&gt;whats in your backstabbing mind.&lt;br /&gt;yours is yours.&lt;br /&gt;mine is mine.&lt;br /&gt;disappointing, sad sad friend.&lt;br /&gt;you'd do it again and again.&lt;br /&gt;why do i ever care.&lt;br /&gt;i would like to give up being this way.&lt;br /&gt;i would like to give up all emotions.&lt;br /&gt;i would like to give up all that i have.&lt;br /&gt;i would like to give up everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vauc91F-U_8/S9MIjRqwNiI/AAAAAAAAACA/tqzrQqqCW3Q/s1600/24562_10150175294065228_762810227_12089220_2665237_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vauc91F-U_8/S9MIjRqwNiI/AAAAAAAAACA/tqzrQqqCW3Q/s400/24562_10150175294065228_762810227_12089220_2665237_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463720175061710370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969780468161077321-5341083200608784004?l=tylermullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/feeds/5341083200608784004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969780468161077321&amp;postID=5341083200608784004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/5341083200608784004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/5341083200608784004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/2010/04/no-title.html' title='no title'/><author><name>Tyler Mullen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15537139979544287892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vauc91F-U_8/SKukii9JosI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/s-7FoGtbRh4/S220/Picture+287.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vauc91F-U_8/S9MIjRqwNiI/AAAAAAAAACA/tqzrQqqCW3Q/s72-c/24562_10150175294065228_762810227_12089220_2665237_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969780468161077321.post-8135776551450540708</id><published>2010-04-06T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T19:15:11.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i do not</title><content type='html'>a slight change&lt;br /&gt;with how everything that surrounds is shit.&lt;br /&gt;a spring night,&lt;br /&gt;can take a bite to the heart.&lt;br /&gt;new kids were strangers from the start.&lt;br /&gt;how're you doing?&lt;br /&gt;things for you are going well.&lt;br /&gt;and my mom shes swell.&lt;br /&gt;the drugs have never treated her any better.&lt;br /&gt;built on frustration,&lt;br /&gt;i blame my headaches on the weather.&lt;br /&gt;grit your teeth, grind harder.&lt;br /&gt;find the longest street and just keep running.&lt;br /&gt;i may smile.&lt;br /&gt;but i live in a pile, i don't belong here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969780468161077321-8135776551450540708?l=tylermullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/feeds/8135776551450540708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969780468161077321&amp;postID=8135776551450540708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/8135776551450540708'/><link rel='self' 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fucking lies.&lt;br /&gt;don't know what mold to fit.&lt;br /&gt;i pray for every crack on this damned earth to absorb you&lt;br /&gt;for not pulling me through.&lt;br /&gt;to good to talk to anyone&lt;br /&gt;nose in the air, foot on my face.&lt;br /&gt;and you believe you still belong to this place.&lt;br /&gt;soon you'll live hell.&lt;br /&gt;built in a shell.&lt;br /&gt;in a cell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969780468161077321-1295602354724439310?l=tylermullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/feeds/1295602354724439310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969780468161077321&amp;postID=1295602354724439310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/1295602354724439310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/1295602354724439310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/2010/03/in-cell.html' title='in a cell'/><author><name>Tyler Mullen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15537139979544287892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vauc91F-U_8/SKukii9JosI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/s-7FoGtbRh4/S220/Picture+287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969780468161077321.post-1951258223851371426</id><published>2010-03-24T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T21:08:12.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kid</title><content type='html'>ill give it a year&lt;br /&gt;until the electricity is turned off in my head&lt;br /&gt;ill give it a year&lt;br /&gt;to leave without the right thing being said&lt;br /&gt;there's attention to be paid&lt;br /&gt;while im haunted in sleep.&lt;br /&gt;there's a man hiding in the dark, controlling my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;down under neighborhood lights&lt;br /&gt;you'll find your nostalgia in the night&lt;br /&gt;packed away.&lt;br /&gt;for the trash man to grab in the morning&lt;br /&gt;i have all my emotions in a suitcase.&lt;br /&gt;ready to run wherever nobody will find your familiar face.&lt;br /&gt;she'll be gone.&lt;br /&gt;i keep telling myself there's nothing to really live for after that.&lt;br /&gt;ill give it a year.&lt;br /&gt;until you're sleeping with fear.&lt;br /&gt;because im living a lie&lt;br /&gt;you don't know im up to.&lt;br /&gt;ill give it a year&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969780468161077321-1951258223851371426?l=tylermullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/feeds/1951258223851371426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969780468161077321&amp;postID=1951258223851371426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/1951258223851371426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/1951258223851371426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/2010/03/kid.html' title='kid'/><author><name>Tyler Mullen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15537139979544287892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vauc91F-U_8/SKukii9JosI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/s-7FoGtbRh4/S220/Picture+287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969780468161077321.post-6461593011941317255</id><published>2010-03-22T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T21:59:53.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>juked</title><content type='html'>you're the one that has to live with this inside&lt;br /&gt;a shallow mistake&lt;br /&gt;that i wont even let by&lt;br /&gt;go and cry on wishing i could forgive you&lt;br /&gt;picturing how you'll fuck the next guy, that's you.&lt;br /&gt;everything that fills hope&lt;br /&gt;will catch up in flame.&lt;br /&gt;meaningless thoughts that you think is from the heart&lt;br /&gt;i smashed my phone against the wall,&lt;br /&gt;and cut out all fucking communication.&lt;br /&gt;the world will move on&lt;br /&gt;friends become people and people become strangers.&lt;br /&gt;you believe they were fake&lt;br /&gt;for gods sake'&lt;br /&gt;theyre all snakes&lt;br /&gt;and you deserve each bit of being torn down&lt;br /&gt;broken trust in the form of sound.&lt;br /&gt;look, see, no ones around&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969780468161077321-6461593011941317255?l=tylermullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/feeds/6461593011941317255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969780468161077321&amp;postID=6461593011941317255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/6461593011941317255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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realize its a sad youth.&lt;br /&gt;a tooth for a tooth&lt;br /&gt;what is it that i just don't understand?&lt;br /&gt;if i gave a piece of mind, would you lend a hand?&lt;br /&gt;if so, i could still wish for the same things.&lt;br /&gt;the world caving in, everyone takes everyone with them.&lt;br /&gt;there is fear in all my beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;somehow i found a way to lose my voice,&lt;br /&gt;without saying anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't saying anything at all&lt;br /&gt;just scared of being small.&lt;br /&gt;fuck the tall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3087/2804459804_9e957bf59f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 325px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3087/2804459804_9e957bf59f.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969780468161077321-1806752728158313077?l=tylermullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/feeds/1806752728158313077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969780468161077321&amp;postID=1806752728158313077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/1806752728158313077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/1806752728158313077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/2010/03/mexican-ice-cream-truck.html' title='mexican ice cream truck'/><author><name>Tyler Mullen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15537139979544287892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vauc91F-U_8/SKukii9JosI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/s-7FoGtbRh4/S220/Picture+287.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3087/2804459804_9e957bf59f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969780468161077321.post-4862789488789049936</id><published>2010-03-14T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T20:51:32.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>14</title><content type='html'>"falling apart when nothings wrong"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969780468161077321-4862789488789049936?l=tylermullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vauc91F-U_8/SKukii9JosI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/s-7FoGtbRh4/S220/Picture+287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969780468161077321.post-4122221198156116426</id><published>2010-03-11T06:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T06:24:16.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is where im wrong</title><content type='html'>every morning i wake up thinking about how im education less&lt;br /&gt;and i run around with my head cut off&lt;br /&gt;trying to find it somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;i feel worth to nothing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969780468161077321-4122221198156116426?l=tylermullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/feeds/4122221198156116426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vauc91F-U_8/SKukii9JosI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/s-7FoGtbRh4/S220/Picture+287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969780468161077321.post-1764645225671827333</id><published>2010-03-07T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T19:32:44.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>for just once</title><content type='html'>i was caught in a drift tonight&lt;br /&gt;and all i want is somewhere new for once.&lt;br /&gt;i cant stop eating through my fucking hand.&lt;br /&gt;in which direction you're heading to.&lt;br /&gt;no matter how much the three words are used.&lt;br /&gt;tightly in place, you're still trusting loose&lt;br /&gt;i always knew&lt;br /&gt;only sometimes when i walk away.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i left you with the right thing to say&lt;br /&gt;no letters, nothing in written form.&lt;br /&gt;just crushing and burying things away&lt;br /&gt;i don't deserve many things&lt;br /&gt;and i don't enjoy you being happy some other place without me&lt;br /&gt;i had things going the way i wanted them to be&lt;br /&gt;stupid people blaming there moods on the weather.&lt;br /&gt;stupid people like me&lt;br /&gt;i only wish to be  someone better&lt;br /&gt;its a fucking miracle blowing out eighteen candles&lt;br /&gt;im the slightest from feeling normal anymore&lt;br /&gt;there aren't any childhood friends to run with out my front door&lt;br /&gt;how could you have known.&lt;br /&gt;when you all you've really shown&lt;br /&gt;is that things are dying inside.&lt;br /&gt;welcome to my new home&lt;br /&gt;i am a dying motherfucker&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969780468161077321-1764645225671827333?l=tylermullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/feeds/1764645225671827333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vauc91F-U_8/SKukii9JosI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/s-7FoGtbRh4/S220/Picture+287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969780468161077321.post-8884454462216741650</id><published>2010-03-04T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T21:49:49.252-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the ocean is blue</title><content type='html'>ive been walking in the way&lt;br /&gt;work all day,&lt;br /&gt;come home to find myself with something to say.&lt;br /&gt;stuck with a mouth of stale words.&lt;br /&gt;i cant give you my word.&lt;br /&gt;love is false.&lt;br /&gt;wake up snapped in half.&lt;br /&gt;no ones really sorry for your loss.&lt;br /&gt;you are tangled in my brain.&lt;br /&gt;life held up from the crows to strain.&lt;br /&gt;hes just insane.&lt;br /&gt;watch me slip through the drain.&lt;br /&gt;i cant give you my words.&lt;br /&gt;we've spent months together&lt;br /&gt;i find myself looking for the greatest moment&lt;br /&gt;now its refreshed love.&lt;br /&gt;you'll drop it on somebody new&lt;br /&gt;picked straight from my hands.&lt;br /&gt;now look where the moon lands.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969780468161077321-8884454462216741650?l=tylermullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/feeds/8884454462216741650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969780468161077321&amp;postID=8884454462216741650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/8884454462216741650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/8884454462216741650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/2010/03/ocean-is-blue.html' title='the ocean is blue'/><author><name>Tyler Mullen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15537139979544287892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vauc91F-U_8/SKukii9JosI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/s-7FoGtbRh4/S220/Picture+287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969780468161077321.post-4822385764371279043</id><published>2010-03-04T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T20:21:02.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hospice</title><content type='html'>where did you go today?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969780468161077321-4822385764371279043?l=tylermullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vauc91F-U_8/SKukii9JosI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/s-7FoGtbRh4/S220/Picture+287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969780468161077321.post-1795195875582192407</id><published>2010-03-02T23:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T20:21:48.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'>-=-=-=-=-</title><content type='html'>in that period of time i was wrapped up in some sort of emotional pain,&lt;br /&gt;and i got so used to it, i loved the feeling.&lt;br /&gt;i felt human and natural.&lt;br /&gt;now its just gone.&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea where it disappeared to.&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea where i disappeared to.&lt;br /&gt;im just out of my skin now.&lt;br /&gt;running around all night, looking for it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969780468161077321-1795195875582192407?l=tylermullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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/&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vauc91F-U_8/S4Hmmfg3ZjI/AAAAAAAAAB4/vcYy8KugqJI/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 211px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vauc91F-U_8/S4Hmmfg3ZjI/AAAAAAAAAB4/vcYy8KugqJI/s400/Picture+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440883373809034802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969780468161077321-7448570824975228200?l=tylermullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/feeds/7448570824975228200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969780468161077321&amp;postID=7448570824975228200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/7448570824975228200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/7448570824975228200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/2010/02/easing.html' title='easing'/><author><name>Tyler Mullen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15537139979544287892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vauc91F-U_8/SKukii9JosI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/s-7FoGtbRh4/S220/Picture+287.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vauc91F-U_8/S4Hmg19wHqI/AAAAAAAAABw/pYSjiw1iLeI/s72-c/Picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969780468161077321.post-2787900395712685377</id><published>2010-02-21T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T19:03:09.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what</title><content type='html'>sometimes i wonder if that's the last time ill ever see you.&lt;br /&gt;i was told these dreams are meant to be true.&lt;br /&gt;you sort of never really understand.&lt;br /&gt;im dying on the other line all the time&lt;br /&gt;it would break my heart if you left.&lt;br /&gt;but there's no point here, because im slowly leaving.&lt;br /&gt;im always sleeping inside myself.&lt;br /&gt;blankets and pillows for someone so sad.&lt;br /&gt;look what you had.&lt;br /&gt;there's this floor i always lay on,&lt;br /&gt;but i cant always seem to get a picture right.&lt;br /&gt;i end up erasing every friends face&lt;br /&gt;and structures of every place.&lt;br /&gt;all the colors of the world, i exchanged in your hands.&lt;br /&gt;empty out my account, make you all happy.&lt;br /&gt;all money does is spin your life around.&lt;br /&gt;its only paper&lt;br /&gt;you can have it all.&lt;br /&gt;have you seen what i saw?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969780468161077321-2787900395712685377?l=tylermullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/feeds/2787900395712685377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969780468161077321&amp;postID=2787900395712685377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/2787900395712685377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/2787900395712685377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-what.html' title='what'/><author><name>Tyler Mullen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15537139979544287892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vauc91F-U_8/SKukii9JosI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/s-7FoGtbRh4/S220/Picture+287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969780468161077321.post-6900183375819428898</id><published>2010-02-17T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T08:25:47.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>jackpot life</title><content type='html'>people cry because they can control their downfalls.&lt;br /&gt;they belong in the dirt, where its time to go.&lt;br /&gt;what do you have to show?&lt;br /&gt;except only looking out for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;im coming over to kick you down.&lt;br /&gt;you don't belong around&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969780468161077321-6900183375819428898?l=tylermullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/feeds/6900183375819428898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969780468161077321&amp;postID=6900183375819428898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/6900183375819428898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/6900183375819428898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/2010/02/jackpot-life.html' title='jackpot life'/><author><name>Tyler Mullen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15537139979544287892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vauc91F-U_8/SKukii9JosI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/s-7FoGtbRh4/S220/Picture+287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969780468161077321.post-6063154680638938932</id><published>2010-02-16T00:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T01:07:00.442-08:00</updated><title type='text'>flavour of salt</title><content type='html'>im just running through pictures of how it used to be.&lt;br /&gt;i cant tear them apart, if i stained the inside of my head with it&lt;br /&gt;its almost 4 am, i unfolded myself.&lt;br /&gt;and you should see what i have found.&lt;br /&gt;everyone is gone out of these photos.&lt;br /&gt;replaced somewhere else with good luck and health&lt;br /&gt;im the only one awake around this time.&lt;br /&gt;but im sleeping while we walk around during the day.&lt;br /&gt;the sky is red and gray because it likes to snow.&lt;br /&gt;we've had our share of smiles.&lt;br /&gt;time for you to go.&lt;br /&gt;for me? somewhere. i don't know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969780468161077321-6063154680638938932?l=tylermullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/feeds/6063154680638938932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969780468161077321&amp;postID=6063154680638938932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/6063154680638938932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969780468161077321-8228391143507461106?l=tylermullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/feeds/8228391143507461106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969780468161077321&amp;postID=8228391143507461106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/8228391143507461106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969780468161077321/posts/default/8228391143507461106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/2010/02/45-minutes-away.html' title='45 minutes away'/><author><name>Tyler 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vauc91F-U_8/SKukii9JosI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/s-7FoGtbRh4/S220/Picture+287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969780468161077321.post-28162846644569970</id><published>2010-02-12T22:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T20:31:03.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'>breezewood</title><content type='html'>i live violence in a thick shell head&lt;br /&gt;sleep is for resting, and i refuse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969780468161077321-28162846644569970?l=tylermullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/feeds/28162846644569970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969780468161077321&amp;postID=28162846644569970' title='0 Comments'/><link 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friends</title><content type='html'>the tv's on&lt;br /&gt;i am halfway to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;i have a piece of mind that you wouldn't believe.&lt;br /&gt;why'd you drive away?&lt;br /&gt;you have to be occupied in love.&lt;br /&gt;for little i push, the more you shove&lt;br /&gt;its just dust in time.&lt;br /&gt;i cant even pay for it back.&lt;br /&gt;i find it interesting in the pain you lack&lt;br /&gt;you're not even numb.&lt;br /&gt;just born with sore thumbs.&lt;br /&gt;stay out of touch&lt;br /&gt;i count less friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hes convinced and deceived&lt;br /&gt;you have your cards right&lt;br /&gt;hes lost and wrapped up&lt;br /&gt;in what you're doing at night.&lt;br /&gt;how do you see that its meant to be?&lt;br /&gt;now you're broken up and free.&lt;br /&gt;you don't know what you want to be&lt;br /&gt;i have no room to speak&lt;br /&gt;but you're not much.&lt;br /&gt;stay out of touch.&lt;br /&gt;i count less friends.&lt;div 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Mullen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15537139979544287892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vauc91F-U_8/SKukii9JosI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/s-7FoGtbRh4/S220/Picture+287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969780468161077321.post-691836738871277657</id><published>2010-02-03T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T19:35:44.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'>somehow between somewhere</title><content type='html'>perfect swindling family tree&lt;br /&gt;slips right under my feet.&lt;br /&gt;divorced parents in pain.&lt;br /&gt;like the confused child with nothing to explain&lt;br /&gt;whats wrong from the start,&lt;br /&gt;with an upside down heart?&lt;br /&gt;trying to find someone who cares for you&lt;br /&gt;you're just wasting months and years&lt;br /&gt;there are empty streets to be filled with homeless brothers.&lt;br /&gt;and stretchers to be broken in with dying sisters&lt;br /&gt;its like im supposed to watch everyone go down&lt;br /&gt;and tremble to the sound.&lt;br /&gt;of a thousand loved ones minds, fracture and grind.&lt;br /&gt;be whatever god wants you to be.&lt;br /&gt;meet all the wrong people that make your paths&lt;br /&gt;destroyers and lovers,&lt;br /&gt;what goes on in your head?&lt;br /&gt;coming from me, there's nothing ever said.&lt;br /&gt;i left myself half dead.&lt;br /&gt;what ever goes on in my head?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969780468161077321-691836738871277657?l=tylermullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylermullen.blogspot.com/feeds/691836738871277657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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