<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846</id><updated>2011-07-15T11:37:50.048+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Naked and Profane</title><subtitle type='html'>Obscene</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982485681539381825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>154</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846.post-4783681307057647473</id><published>2008-06-24T15:45:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T16:19:28.372+01:00</updated><title type='text'>One Year, One Month</title><content type='html'>It's been a year since you left me. Both of you, only one week apart. I'd never lost anyone that close to me before. And then the news came, unexpectedly. Twice. I cried, I grieved. I had to learn how to breathe again, how to live again. Then, one week later, for an hour or so, I thought my time had come, that I was going to die. And even though now I think that I wasn't in danger, for a moment I believed I was and  that was enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that in less than a month. It changed the way I saw the world. It changed the way I felt about the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a year and I've been busy living my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I miss you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505846-4783681307057647473?l=naked-and-profane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/feeds/4783681307057647473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6505846&amp;postID=4783681307057647473&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/4783681307057647473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/4783681307057647473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/2008/06/one-year-one-month.html' title='One Year, One Month'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982485681539381825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846.post-5384191238732711602</id><published>2007-05-24T23:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T19:57:20.912+01:00</updated><title type='text'>For you, My Friend</title><content type='html'>We will all do the best we can to grant your last and greatest &lt;a target="blank" href="http://avenidacentral.blogspot.com/2007/05/para-ti-tiago.html"&gt;wish&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/target="blank"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget you. Your memory will always be alive in our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505846-5384191238732711602?l=naked-and-profane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/feeds/5384191238732711602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6505846&amp;postID=5384191238732711602&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/5384191238732711602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/5384191238732711602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/2007/05/for-you-my-friend.html' title='For you, My Friend'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982485681539381825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846.post-275137272480257542</id><published>2007-05-19T15:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T15:37:10.762+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Don't Die</title><content type='html'>How does it feel? Does it hurt? I don't want you to die, do you want to die? Do you want to let go? Will it be easier, will it ease the pain? Don't leave us, don't leave them, don't leave me. Do you know what's happening? I need to know, need to know how it feels, how much it hurts, if it hurts at all or if it's just tiredness and numbness and memories. Could it be quick and painless? Could you find the peace you deserve? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will see you tomorrow. I will hold back my tears. And I will smile for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505846-275137272480257542?l=naked-and-profane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/feeds/275137272480257542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6505846&amp;postID=275137272480257542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/275137272480257542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/275137272480257542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/2007/05/please-dont-die.html' title='Please Don&apos;t Die'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982485681539381825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846.post-8307579263794470618</id><published>2007-05-17T20:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T20:33:07.764+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Be Still</title><content type='html'>I thought I'd do something. Be there and be helpful. Didn't work, did it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my. Love's a bitch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505846-8307579263794470618?l=naked-and-profane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/feeds/8307579263794470618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6505846&amp;postID=8307579263794470618&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/8307579263794470618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/8307579263794470618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/2007/05/better-be-still.html' title='Better Be Still'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982485681539381825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846.post-84141626346109817</id><published>2007-03-19T23:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-19T23:50:52.472Z</updated><title type='text'>Never Mine</title><content type='html'>I guess it was an epiphany of sorts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The choking feeling, the sudden realization that I cannot hold you captive any longer. That you are no longer mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That you were never mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I never lost you. I never lost you. I never lost you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505846-84141626346109817?l=naked-and-profane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/feeds/84141626346109817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6505846&amp;postID=84141626346109817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/84141626346109817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/84141626346109817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/2007/03/never-mine.html' title='Never Mine'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982485681539381825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846.post-116952178478448405</id><published>2007-01-23T02:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-19T23:50:22.250Z</updated><title type='text'>Guilt</title><content type='html'>Sometimes when I find myself on her presence, it feels as if nothing has changed. Suddenly I'm ten or eleven again and I don't ever want to grow older because it feels comfortable and I forget why it should feel wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I hate myself for allowing it. For being such a fuck up. Because I'll end up seriously hurting someone who doesn't deserve to be hurt. Someone I love more than anyone in this world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's consuming me. The guilt is consuming me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505846-116952178478448405?l=naked-and-profane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/feeds/116952178478448405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6505846&amp;postID=116952178478448405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/116952178478448405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/116952178478448405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/2007/01/guilt.html' title='Guilt'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982485681539381825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846.post-116952028011654602</id><published>2007-01-23T02:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-23T02:44:55.156Z</updated><title type='text'>Despair</title><content type='html'>It's consuming me. I wish to be bare. Free of any emotions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like hurting myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505846-116952028011654602?l=naked-and-profane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/feeds/116952028011654602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6505846&amp;postID=116952028011654602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/116952028011654602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/116952028011654602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/2007/01/despair.html' title='Despair'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982485681539381825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846.post-116423912491275500</id><published>2006-11-22T23:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-22T23:45:24.926Z</updated><title type='text'>Scars</title><content type='html'>Now I can forget. And now I can move on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll still hurt now and then. Every time I see you, every time you smile at me, every time you touch me. A good kind of pain. The kind that leaves scars you wish to keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I'll always love you, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505846-116423912491275500?l=naked-and-profane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/feeds/116423912491275500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6505846&amp;postID=116423912491275500&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/116423912491275500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/116423912491275500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/2006/11/scars.html' title='Scars'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982485681539381825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846.post-116006987185335789</id><published>2006-10-05T18:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T18:37:52.023+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tease</title><content type='html'>I think I'm in love and there's hardly anything I can do about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I'm thoroughly and utterly fucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505846-116006987185335789?l=naked-and-profane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/feeds/116006987185335789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6505846&amp;postID=116006987185335789&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/116006987185335789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/116006987185335789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/2006/10/tease.html' title='Tease'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982485681539381825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846.post-116006790149141054</id><published>2006-10-05T17:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T18:05:01.576+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Demons That Tempt Me</title><content type='html'>Nick: &lt;i&gt;Commitment is dreary. It's not your thing. You have to... dig deeper... Tell me something interesting.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: &lt;i&gt;I've been doing these really terrible things.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- in The L word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505846-116006790149141054?l=naked-and-profane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/feeds/116006790149141054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6505846&amp;postID=116006790149141054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/116006790149141054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/116006790149141054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/2006/10/demons-that-tempt-me.html' title='The Demons That Tempt Me'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982485681539381825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846.post-115853527821654610</id><published>2006-09-18T00:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T00:21:18.230+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Masochist</title><content type='html'>Every time I see you, I die a little more inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…And I want to change and I want to forget and I want to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s this wicked masochistic pleasure, I guess. Wanting you and knowing I’ll never have you. Because I couldn’t. Because I wouldn’t. Because I bleed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Impure.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I see you, I die a little more inside. But it’s okay because it keeps reminding me of all the things that I’m not allowed to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505846-115853527821654610?l=naked-and-profane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/feeds/115853527821654610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6505846&amp;postID=115853527821654610&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/115853527821654610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/115853527821654610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/2006/09/masochist.html' title='Masochist'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982485681539381825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846.post-115395910972145252</id><published>2006-07-27T00:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T01:11:50.403+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The End of the Summer</title><content type='html'>I try not to smile for too long. I try not to stare. I try not to fantasize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try not to be affected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll be able to forget this foolish feeling when you go away. If you go away. I guess that's the only good thing about the end of the Summer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not love. It can't be love. I wouldn't know how to handle it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505846-115395910972145252?l=naked-and-profane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/feeds/115395910972145252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6505846&amp;postID=115395910972145252&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/115395910972145252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/115395910972145252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/2006/07/end-of-summer.html' title='The End of the Summer'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982485681539381825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846.post-115222624979188296</id><published>2006-07-06T23:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T23:50:49.806+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Without You</title><content type='html'>You are my skin. You are my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learned to live with you, to depend on you. I'm not sure I can deal with the loss. In fact, I'm sure I can't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loneliness peels my skin and pierces my soul. It hurts; make it stop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without you, I'm... dying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505846-115222624979188296?l=naked-and-profane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/feeds/115222624979188296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6505846&amp;postID=115222624979188296&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/115222624979188296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/115222624979188296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/2006/07/without-you.html' title='Without You'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982485681539381825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846.post-115222543238512995</id><published>2006-07-06T23:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T23:39:27.733+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Happiness</title><content type='html'>I'd pay any price just to see you as happy as you were last night. Dancing like there was no tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday, Mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505846-115222543238512995?l=naked-and-profane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/feeds/115222543238512995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6505846&amp;postID=115222543238512995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/115222543238512995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/115222543238512995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/2006/07/birthday-happiness.html' title='Birthday Happiness'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982485681539381825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846.post-115065453086078673</id><published>2006-06-18T19:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T19:15:30.876+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Trouble</title><content type='html'>And then I want more and it breaks my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're getting me into deep trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505846-115065453086078673?l=naked-and-profane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/feeds/115065453086078673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6505846&amp;postID=115065453086078673&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/115065453086078673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/115065453086078673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/2006/06/trouble.html' title='Trouble'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982485681539381825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846.post-114911192868673885</id><published>2006-05-31T22:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T22:45:28.700+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck up</title><content type='html'>How could I even think that I had any kind of chance with you? Why would you even look at me when you can have any pretty boy you want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly me. I'm such a fuck up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505846-114911192868673885?l=naked-and-profane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/feeds/114911192868673885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6505846&amp;postID=114911192868673885&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/114911192868673885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/114911192868673885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/2006/05/fuck-up.html' title='Fuck up'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982485681539381825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846.post-114634108815978159</id><published>2006-04-29T20:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T21:04:48.173+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing New</title><content type='html'>So now everyone is screaming at everyone else. The usual. Nothing new after almost three years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I the only one who realises how fucking ridiculous it is? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm the youngest of all. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505846-114634108815978159?l=naked-and-profane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/feeds/114634108815978159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6505846&amp;postID=114634108815978159&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/114634108815978159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/114634108815978159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/2006/04/nothing-new.html' title='Nothing New'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982485681539381825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846.post-114548061100643813</id><published>2006-04-19T21:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T22:03:31.066+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving On</title><content type='html'>Sweet and innocently pure. Exactly how I remember you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you didn't say goodbye. I'm glad I don't have any sad memories of the moments we spent together. Because thinking about you doesn't make me sad anymore. It only makes me smile, thoughtfully. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mourning time is over. Now it is time to move on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my girl. &lt;i&gt;My fallen angel.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505846-114548061100643813?l=naked-and-profane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/feeds/114548061100643813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6505846&amp;postID=114548061100643813&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/114548061100643813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/114548061100643813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/2006/04/moving-on.html' title='Moving On'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982485681539381825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846.post-114477422061672396</id><published>2006-04-11T16:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T17:50:20.693+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Haunting Presence</title><content type='html'>Temperature rising. Hands wandering, searching the most sensitive bits of flesh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slight shudders, my body trembling as a reaction to my own touch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soft whimpers, low sounds escaping from my lips. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, all self-control is lost in a sweet moment of maddening pleasure, as soft whimpers become audible moans. The awaited release of sexual tension finally comes and, as I find myself on the edge of the fine line that separates sanity from madness, I see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see your eyes, staring. The intense gaze I remember from our very first encounter, penetrating my soul as if trying to see through me. I struggle to remind myself that your image is only the result of the tricks my mind keeps playing on me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fall asleep, your presence still haunting my room and my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505846-114477422061672396?l=naked-and-profane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/feeds/114477422061672396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6505846&amp;postID=114477422061672396&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/114477422061672396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/114477422061672396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/2006/04/haunting-presence.html' title='Haunting Presence'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982485681539381825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846.post-114453890313891667</id><published>2006-04-09T00:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T00:28:23.150+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Vow of Silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;[in a stream of consciousness and slightly paranoid and exaggerated kind of way]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody notices until it’s inevitable. Until I am needed to please them, to serve their purposes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then everybody wants to know why. They demand knowing the reason as if they have the right to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They feel impatient, angry, exasperated. They don’t realise that it is not important why things happen, because it belongs to the past. One should only think about the present and wait patiently for the future. One should never dwell upon the past. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learn that we shouldn’t ask so many questions. We should never ask a question unless we are completely sure that we are prepared to know the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learn that the human being has lost the capacity to communicate properly without the use of words. I learn that the human race will never be able to reach an appropriate level of agreement and cooperation. I learn that we have a massive flaw as living beings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They can’t see beyond their interests. They are unable to understand one’s feelings and reasons. They get angry and hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learn that meditation is precious and that motivation leads you a step closer to higher self-esteem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learn that we should observe each other more often and touch each other more often. I learn that we tend to lose a great deal of information by reducing communication to mere words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learn something about myself. I learn that I am too selfish to break my vow in order to help a friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learn that we shouldn’t talk so much. I learn that people probably consider being silent such a difficult task because they worry too much about talking instead of listening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learn that self-control is the key to success and that frustration is the key to failure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learn that silence brings peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505846-114453890313891667?l=naked-and-profane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/feeds/114453890313891667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6505846&amp;postID=114453890313891667&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/114453890313891667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/114453890313891667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/2006/04/vow-of-silence.html' title='A Vow of Silence'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982485681539381825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846.post-114332900543574857</id><published>2006-03-25T21:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-25T23:23:25.500Z</updated><title type='text'>Friends?</title><content type='html'>Another dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were somewhere near the beach, I think. I'm not really sure. Eveyone was there. My friends. &lt;i&gt;Our&lt;/i&gt; friends. You are one of them, after all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then you told me you had to go. I don't know where, but it didn't really matter. We were close and you were saying goodbye and I was saying goodbye and suddenly my lips crushed against yours and your tongue found its way into my mouth and just for a second our bodies pressed together in an urgent expression of lust and desire, the curves of your body perfecty fitting my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for a moment. And then it was over and you were gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange way to say goodbye to a friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505846-114332900543574857?l=naked-and-profane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/feeds/114332900543574857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6505846&amp;postID=114332900543574857&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/114332900543574857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/114332900543574857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/2006/03/friends.html' title='Friends?'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982485681539381825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846.post-114290147175267480</id><published>2006-03-20T23:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-21T00:37:51.810Z</updated><title type='text'>My Lady of the Flowers</title><content type='html'>I exposed myself to you, even though my cheeks were flushed from the all the embarrassment I was feeling. But I trusted you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't blame you. I miss you, though. I wish I could be with you once more. Because I never really had the chance to say goodbye. And maybe that's the reason I keep holding on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm taking my time. And now it is time to mourn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;She stole the keys to my house&lt;br /&gt;And then she locked herself out.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505846-114290147175267480?l=naked-and-profane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/feeds/114290147175267480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6505846&amp;postID=114290147175267480&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/114290147175267480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/114290147175267480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-lady-of-flowers.html' title='My Lady of the Flowers'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982485681539381825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846.post-114254045978060995</id><published>2006-03-16T20:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-16T20:20:59.790Z</updated><title type='text'>Ridiculous Insignificance</title><content type='html'>Unbearable pain in my chest. Feeling rage and hatred for sympathy. Only to end up feeling miserable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s more than I can take. The crying, the screaming, the desperation, the anger, the swearwords. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The painful feeling of ridiculous insignificance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505846-114254045978060995?l=naked-and-profane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/feeds/114254045978060995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6505846&amp;postID=114254045978060995&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/114254045978060995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/114254045978060995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/2006/03/ridiculous-insignificance.html' title='Ridiculous Insignificance'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982485681539381825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846.post-114169007652701304</id><published>2006-03-06T23:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-07T00:07:56.593Z</updated><title type='text'>Missing Little Teddy Bear</title><content type='html'>I hesitantly pressed my lips against hers. Uncertain at first, but increasingly confident afterwards, she kissed back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly, one kiss was not enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505846-114169007652701304?l=naked-and-profane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/feeds/114169007652701304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6505846&amp;postID=114169007652701304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/114169007652701304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/114169007652701304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/2006/03/missing-little-teddy-bear.html' title='Missing Little Teddy Bear'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982485681539381825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846.post-114097361716112304</id><published>2006-02-26T16:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-26T17:06:57.176Z</updated><title type='text'>Those wonderful eyes</title><content type='html'>It felt as if it wasn't a dream, your hands right below my waist, your tongue exploring every bit of flesh... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must be careful. You surely are beautiful, but I mustn't allow myself to be intoxicated by those wonderful eyes of yours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505846-114097361716112304?l=naked-and-profane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/feeds/114097361716112304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6505846&amp;postID=114097361716112304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/114097361716112304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/114097361716112304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/2006/02/those-wonderful-eyes.html' title='Those wonderful eyes'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982485681539381825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846.post-114048008093302982</id><published>2006-02-20T23:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-21T00:01:20.976Z</updated><title type='text'>...And Again</title><content type='html'>I dreamed about you last night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked for hours. It felt right and perfect and it made me feel warm inside. And then I had to leave, but I didn't mind, because I knew I was going to see you again. And again, and again, and again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so vivid... and yet so unreal, since you are no longer a part of my life. You turned your back on me a long time ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fuck&lt;/i&gt;, I miss you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505846-114048008093302982?l=naked-and-profane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/feeds/114048008093302982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6505846&amp;postID=114048008093302982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/114048008093302982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/114048008093302982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/2006/02/and-again.html' title='...And Again'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982485681539381825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846.post-113987399241570033</id><published>2006-02-13T23:31:00.001Z</published><updated>2006-02-13T23:39:52.426Z</updated><title type='text'>So...</title><content type='html'>So today I wonder if I should have stayed in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505846-113987399241570033?l=naked-and-profane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/feeds/113987399241570033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6505846&amp;postID=113987399241570033&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/113987399241570033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/113987399241570033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/2006/02/so_13.html' title='So...'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982485681539381825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846.post-113925319723279781</id><published>2006-02-06T19:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-06T19:13:17.276Z</updated><title type='text'>Holding On</title><content type='html'>Honestly, I don't know what to do anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep having these thoughts about people who keep haunting me day after day. I can't help it. I know I should let them go, but I can't, I keep holding on to their memories, hoping that perhaps that will bring them back to my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad thing is, deep down I know they'll never be back. I'll probably never see them again, and even if I do, it will just revive those memories. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And break my heart each time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505846-113925319723279781?l=naked-and-profane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/feeds/113925319723279781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6505846&amp;postID=113925319723279781&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/113925319723279781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/113925319723279781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/2006/02/holding-on.html' title='Holding On'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982485681539381825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846.post-113915174334929240</id><published>2006-02-05T14:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-05T15:02:23.350Z</updated><title type='text'>Fateful Day</title><content type='html'>Today, I ask you to come to me. To sit beside me and celebrate this fateful day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/2005/03/lake-of-blood.html"&gt;Your golden spear is still carved there. You've carved your name on my heart, and now it will be there forever. You'll drain my strength, until you've taken all there is left to take. Until no more blood comes out of the crack. Until I die.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if you ever think about me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505846-113915174334929240?l=naked-and-profane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/feeds/113915174334929240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6505846&amp;postID=113915174334929240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/113915174334929240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/113915174334929240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/2006/02/fateful-day.html' title='Fateful Day'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982485681539381825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846.post-113839921182693225</id><published>2006-01-27T21:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-27T22:00:11.866Z</updated><title type='text'>Thinking about you</title><content type='html'>I still think about you, the way you moved, the outline of your body, your fragile figure... Your scent, your shy smile. After all this time, I still think about you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you happiness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505846-113839921182693225?l=naked-and-profane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/feeds/113839921182693225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6505846&amp;postID=113839921182693225&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/113839921182693225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/113839921182693225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/2006/01/thinking-about-you.html' title='Thinking about you'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982485681539381825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846.post-113823375622875520</id><published>2006-01-25T23:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-26T00:02:39.526Z</updated><title type='text'>Lucky Dream</title><content type='html'>You came through the window. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Is that even possible?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really want to. I didn't stop you though. Only because I was so damn horny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it didn't feel as it should. It was sort of meaningless. And then Mother came and I woke up. Before she entered the room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky, uh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505846-113823375622875520?l=naked-and-profane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/feeds/113823375622875520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6505846&amp;postID=113823375622875520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/113823375622875520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/113823375622875520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/2006/01/lucky-dream.html' title='Lucky Dream'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982485681539381825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846.post-113726489153224079</id><published>2006-01-14T18:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-14T18:54:51.543Z</updated><title type='text'>Sinking</title><content type='html'>I'm so lost. I don't know what to do, I don't know what to say... I would like to do something with my life, but courage seems to be missing. I'm not daring enough. I'm sinking. And I'll just keep sinking until I reach the lowest level of existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505846-113726489153224079?l=naked-and-profane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/feeds/113726489153224079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6505846&amp;postID=113726489153224079&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/113726489153224079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/113726489153224079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/2006/01/sinking.html' title='Sinking'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982485681539381825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846.post-113716425922311101</id><published>2006-01-13T14:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-13T14:57:39.270Z</updated><title type='text'>Excruciating desire</title><content type='html'>"&lt;i&gt;How&lt;/i&gt; is it wrong to act on desire, when we are both &lt;i&gt;suffocating&lt;/i&gt; from it? When it harms &lt;i&gt;no one&lt;/i&gt;... when it's so... &lt;i&gt;fucking... excruciating&lt;/i&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- in The L Word, 2x04 - Lynch Pin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505846-113716425922311101?l=naked-and-profane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/feeds/113716425922311101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6505846&amp;postID=113716425922311101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/113716425922311101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/113716425922311101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/2006/01/excruciating-desire.html' title='Excruciating desire'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982485681539381825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846.post-113633123468404457</id><published>2006-01-03T23:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-03T23:33:54.720Z</updated><title type='text'>Foolish Love</title><content type='html'>We think we've got everything under control. We don't ever think that things might turn out to be different than what we expected, that everything might just go wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so confident. I felt I could make it work. And I did make it work. Too well, actually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things got terribly out of control. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505846-113633123468404457?l=naked-and-profane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/feeds/113633123468404457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6505846&amp;postID=113633123468404457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/113633123468404457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/113633123468404457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/2006/01/foolish-love.html' title='Foolish Love'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982485681539381825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846.post-113544790036636889</id><published>2005-12-24T18:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-24T18:11:40.376Z</updated><title type='text'>Deeper</title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't working. I'll have to reach deeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505846-113544790036636889?l=naked-and-profane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/feeds/113544790036636889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6505846&amp;postID=113544790036636889&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/113544790036636889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/113544790036636889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/2005/12/deeper.html' title='Deeper'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982485681539381825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846.post-113527672053087513</id><published>2005-12-22T18:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-22T18:38:40.540Z</updated><title type='text'>Dangerous Thoughts</title><content type='html'>I must hurt myself for what I did was neither right nor pretty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505846-113527672053087513?l=naked-and-profane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/feeds/113527672053087513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6505846&amp;postID=113527672053087513&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/113527672053087513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/113527672053087513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/2005/12/dangerous-thoughts.html' title='Dangerous Thoughts'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982485681539381825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846.post-113493941706988000</id><published>2005-12-18T20:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-18T20:56:57.076Z</updated><title type='text'>Missing You</title><content type='html'>I'm going to miss you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We built a whole world together. I have to try really hard to remember my days without you. But holding on wouldn't be fair... Not for you, not for me. Maybe I'm being selfish, but you know I'm hurting too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. I miss you already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505846-113493941706988000?l=naked-and-profane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/feeds/113493941706988000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6505846&amp;postID=113493941706988000&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/113493941706988000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/113493941706988000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/2005/12/missing-you.html' title='Missing You'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982485681539381825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846.post-113484975617834538</id><published>2005-12-17T19:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-17T20:02:36.190Z</updated><title type='text'>Bad News</title><content type='html'>"There's blood in my mouth 'cause I've been biting my tongue all week &lt;br /&gt;I keep on talkin' trash but I never say anything &lt;br /&gt;And the talkin' leads to touchin' &lt;br /&gt;and the touchin' leads to sex &lt;br /&gt;and then there is no mystery left &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's bad news &lt;br /&gt;Baby I'm bad news &lt;br /&gt;I'm just bad news, bad news, bad news..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- in Portions for Foxes, by Rilo Kiley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505846-113484975617834538?l=naked-and-profane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/feeds/113484975617834538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6505846&amp;postID=113484975617834538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/113484975617834538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/113484975617834538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/2005/12/bad-news.html' title='Bad News'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982485681539381825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846.post-113468155448940880</id><published>2005-12-15T21:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-15T21:19:14.540Z</updated><title type='text'>Putrid Corpse</title><content type='html'>I can't feel anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insensitive. Heartless. Cold. Freezing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dead. I can smell the putrefaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505846-113468155448940880?l=naked-and-profane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/feeds/113468155448940880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6505846&amp;postID=113468155448940880&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/113468155448940880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/113468155448940880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/2005/12/putrid-corpse.html' title='Putrid Corpse'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982485681539381825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846.post-113261879135247513</id><published>2005-11-22T00:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-22T00:19:51.363Z</updated><title type='text'>Eternal Doubt</title><content type='html'>It feels as if I've gone back in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep seeing you everywhere. Again. It's hard enough without your body haunting my soul. Why did you have to return?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I might have seen you again today, with your loved one. But I'll never know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505846-113261879135247513?l=naked-and-profane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/feeds/113261879135247513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6505846&amp;postID=113261879135247513&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/113261879135247513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/113261879135247513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/2005/11/eternal-doubt.html' title='Eternal Doubt'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982485681539381825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846.post-112894745880946089</id><published>2005-10-10T13:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T13:30:58.836+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Predictions</title><content type='html'>If you only knew... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd probably run, stay away, break contact. Would you want to keep a friendship with that kind of person? Certainly not. That would be predictable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what if you surprised me instead? In a good way; a pleasant surprise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't that be just wonderful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505846-112894745880946089?l=naked-and-profane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/feeds/112894745880946089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6505846&amp;postID=112894745880946089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/112894745880946089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/112894745880946089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/2005/10/predictions.html' title='Predictions'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982485681539381825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846.post-112604417168978894</id><published>2005-09-06T22:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T23:05:50.546+01:00</updated><title type='text'>From Jenny</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt; "Tim. For you, my heart... Ripped from my chest. Eviscerated, I am. And if I could, I would plunge my fingers through my chest and rip out my heart and give it to you. A pulpy mass of morbid diathesis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to my heart, there are some small organs that I want to give you: glands... sweetbreads... variety meats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm offering these gifts. Rare gifts. I know that they don't amount too much in the face of what you've given me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard these organs can't survive outside the body for more than a few hours. But I'll try to get there as soon as I can. Whatever happens, it will be on me. On my heart." &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- in The L Word, by Jenny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Diathesis (according to Jenny): "&lt;i&gt;Um... it's like a susceptibility to disease. It's like... all those parts of me that are susceptible to invasion.&lt;/i&gt;"]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505846-112604417168978894?l=naked-and-profane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/feeds/112604417168978894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6505846&amp;postID=112604417168978894&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/112604417168978894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/112604417168978894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/2005/09/from-jenny.html' title='From Jenny'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982485681539381825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846.post-112466942250413548</id><published>2005-08-22T00:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T01:10:22.510+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Till Death Tear Us Apart</title><content type='html'>Freezing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Please tell the chicken that I'm really sorry for all this.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505846-112466942250413548?l=naked-and-profane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/feeds/112466942250413548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6505846&amp;postID=112466942250413548&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/112466942250413548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/112466942250413548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/2005/08/till-death-tear-us-apart.html' title='Till Death Tear Us Apart'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982485681539381825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846.post-112195534600815681</id><published>2005-07-21T14:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T15:15:46.056+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Cellophane</title><content type='html'>Try seeing through me. I bet it won't be difficult. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505846-112195534600815681?l=naked-and-profane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/feeds/112195534600815681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6505846&amp;postID=112195534600815681&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/112195534600815681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/112195534600815681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/2005/07/miss-cellophane.html' title='Miss Cellophane'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982485681539381825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846.post-112137626150882854</id><published>2005-07-14T22:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T15:20:43.553+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Placebo</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"Says he's a poet,&lt;br /&gt;This time he's gonna blow it&lt;br /&gt;'Cause he's dancing with his ego...&lt;br /&gt;I took a vow of silence,&lt;br /&gt;When he reads his work to me&lt;br /&gt;I swallow words like a &lt;/i&gt;placebo&lt;i&gt;..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- in Flesh Mechanic, by Placebo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505846-112137626150882854?l=naked-and-profane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/feeds/112137626150882854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6505846&amp;postID=112137626150882854&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/112137626150882854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/112137626150882854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/2005/07/placebo.html' title='Placebo'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982485681539381825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846.post-112101902382164135</id><published>2005-07-10T19:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T19:10:23.820+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping</title><content type='html'>My lover is sleeping in the bedroom. I haven't got the courage to wake him up. He's such a sweet little thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505846-112101902382164135?l=naked-and-profane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/feeds/112101902382164135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6505846&amp;postID=112101902382164135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/112101902382164135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/112101902382164135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/2005/07/sleeping.html' title='Sleeping'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982485681539381825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846.post-112056527802188631</id><published>2005-07-05T13:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T13:09:33.336+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Happy</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Mum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it has been tough for you, but hopefully things will get better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you a very happy life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love You Mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505846-112056527802188631?l=naked-and-profane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846.post-112052428462056902</id><published>2005-07-05T01:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T01:49:13.716+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The L Word</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"Girls in tight dresses&lt;br /&gt;Who drag with moustaches.&lt;br /&gt;Chicks driving fast&lt;br /&gt;Ingenues with long lashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women who long love lust&lt;br /&gt;Women who give.&lt;br /&gt;This is the way&lt;br /&gt;it's the way that we live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking, laughing, loving, breathing&lt;br /&gt;Fighting, fucking, crying, drinking&lt;br /&gt;Writing, winning, losing, cheating&lt;br /&gt;Kissing, thinking, dreaming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the way &lt;br /&gt;it's the way that we live&lt;br /&gt;It's the way that we live&lt;br /&gt;...And Love."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- in The L Word Theme (Season 2), by Betty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505846-112052428462056902?l=naked-and-profane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/feeds/112052428462056902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6505846&amp;postID=112052428462056902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/112052428462056902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/112052428462056902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/2005/07/l-word.html' title='The L Word'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982485681539381825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846.post-112051831107540246</id><published>2005-07-05T00:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T01:51:21.496+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Love's Embrace</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"You're so far away&lt;br /&gt;And so alone...&lt;br /&gt;You long for Love's embrace&lt;br /&gt;To keep you sane, to make you whole."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- in Endless Sacrifice, by Dream Theater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505846-112051831107540246?l=naked-and-profane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846.post-112026397091811176</id><published>2005-07-02T01:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T01:26:10.933+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sly and Evil</title><content type='html'>What kind of sick fuck sleeps with his students? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me to make a drawing for her. And she kept it. She showed it to me when I was a bit older. She still had it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"See how I kept it? See how much I care about you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I see. They knew it all. All that sweetness, the way she was desperately trying to be nice to me - it wasn't just for the sake of goodness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sly and evil... Rot in hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm truly pissed off. I'm mad. I'm furious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505846-112026397091811176?l=naked-and-profane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/feeds/112026397091811176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6505846&amp;postID=112026397091811176&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/112026397091811176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/112026397091811176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/2005/07/sly-and-evil.html' title='Sly and Evil'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982485681539381825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846.post-111930797310395531</id><published>2005-06-20T23:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T23:52:53.106+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustration</title><content type='html'>Isn't it utterly frustating spending an entire year preparing yourself for that final moment, and then, in the end, fucking it up? Well I just did that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck it. I'm tired of hearing all those people who are expecting me to do fine. Well, this time I'm not. I love you all very much, but please... Please shut the fuck up. Just for this once. Please offer me the chance to share my frustation with you. Please don't pretend that you know the end of the story. Because you don't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please let me know you're my friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505846-111930797310395531?l=naked-and-profane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/feeds/111930797310395531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6505846&amp;postID=111930797310395531&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/111930797310395531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/111930797310395531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/2005/06/frustration.html' title='Frustration'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982485681539381825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846.post-111930682371606060</id><published>2005-06-20T19:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T23:33:43.776+01:00</updated><title type='text'>So Cute</title><content type='html'>My baby sister is unbelievably cute. Really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505846-111930682371606060?l=naked-and-profane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/feeds/111930682371606060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6505846&amp;postID=111930682371606060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/111930682371606060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/111930682371606060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/2005/06/so-cute.html' title='So Cute'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982485681539381825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846.post-111895934986261511</id><published>2005-06-16T22:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T23:02:29.866+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Air</title><content type='html'>And suddenly, I couldn't breathe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was desperately searching for air to fill my lungs but it seemed like there was none. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, there was someone who cared for me enough to come and help me. Everyone else must have thought that I was only crying. And one of them... One of them didn't even care. You selfish bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you big bro. I owe you one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is still beating fast. But, luckily, it is still beating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505846-111895934986261511?l=naked-and-profane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/feeds/111895934986261511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6505846&amp;postID=111895934986261511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/111895934986261511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/111895934986261511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/2005/06/air.html' title='Air'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982485681539381825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846.post-111851687113239125</id><published>2005-06-11T19:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T20:07:51.136+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep Walking</title><content type='html'>I've just seen you. Ten, fifteen minutes ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I saw your hair. I didn't realise it right away, but I thought - it looks like her hair. Which came to me as no surprise since I keep seeing (or imagining) this kind of situation. Probably because I expect to see you in every corner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, as I kept walking, I saw him, right in front of you. I just looked, it was a mere coincidence, because I didn't believe it was possible to see you there. It had never happened before, after all. And then, as I looked distractedly, it hit me. It was him. And you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have the courage to look back so that I could see you. So I just kept walking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just seen you. Twenty, twenty-five minutes ago. I haven't smiled ever since. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505846-111851687113239125?l=naked-and-profane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/feeds/111851687113239125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6505846&amp;postID=111851687113239125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/111851687113239125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/111851687113239125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/2005/06/keep-walking.html' title='Keep Walking'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982485681539381825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846.post-111800941367361886</id><published>2005-06-05T22:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T23:10:13.680+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Leisha Girl</title><content type='html'>"She's kinda freaky,&lt;br /&gt;She's kinda weird...&lt;br /&gt;She's kinda freaky, &lt;br /&gt;But I don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I think she's a genius."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving Little Leisha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505846-111800941367361886?l=naked-and-profane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/feeds/111800941367361886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6505846&amp;postID=111800941367361886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/111800941367361886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/111800941367361886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/2005/06/leisha-girl.html' title='Leisha Girl'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982485681539381825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846.post-111793382233033214</id><published>2005-06-05T02:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T02:10:22.336+01:00</updated><title type='text'>For you, my friend</title><content type='html'>I know that it may seem like hell. Like life is turning her back on you. But it isn't true, you have to keep fighting. Fight for your happiness, for your dreams. For your life. No matter what, never turn your back on life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, my friend. With love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505846-111793382233033214?l=naked-and-profane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/feeds/111793382233033214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6505846&amp;postID=111793382233033214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/111793382233033214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/111793382233033214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/2005/06/for-you-my-friend.html' title='For you, my friend'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982485681539381825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846.post-111793170733686402</id><published>2005-06-05T01:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T01:35:07.340+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Up Against the Wall</title><content type='html'>Yes, I'm thinking about you. I've spent the last few days thinking about you. Wondering if you could reach me. Laughing at my own stupidity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I keep thinking about you. Up against the wall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505846-111793170733686402?l=naked-and-profane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/feeds/111793170733686402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6505846&amp;postID=111793170733686402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/111793170733686402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/111793170733686402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/2005/06/up-against-wall.html' title='Up Against the Wall'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982485681539381825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846.post-111697397864899173</id><published>2005-05-24T23:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T23:32:58.653+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Make it easy on Yourself</title><content type='html'>Don't worry, Candy. He'll come along. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't you know it's all right to be alone?&lt;br /&gt;You can make it on your own..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- in Candy, by Ash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505846-111697397864899173?l=naked-and-profane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/feeds/111697397864899173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6505846&amp;postID=111697397864899173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/111697397864899173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/111697397864899173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/2005/05/make-it-easy-on-yourself.html' title='Make it easy on Yourself'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982485681539381825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846.post-111689077340075982</id><published>2005-05-23T23:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T00:29:19.216+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Too much of a Woman</title><content type='html'>When he told me that he'd seen you I tried my best to hide my emotions. It was like my heart had been suddenly crushed by this incredible weight. And that incredible weight was you. When I thought that you were gone for good, that you had stopped following me with those huge, confident eyes... Right then, you came along and now I know that you will never go away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's only one thought crossing my mind. I want to have you, possess you, in a sweet moment of passion and insanity. I will offer you my body if you wish. I will offer you my soul if you wish, while the moment remains. Let me have you. Or have me instead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But please don't cross the street right in front of my eyes. You're too much of a woman to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505846-111689077340075982?l=naked-and-profane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/feeds/111689077340075982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6505846&amp;postID=111689077340075982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/111689077340075982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/111689077340075982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/2005/05/too-much-of-woman.html' title='Too much of a Woman'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982485681539381825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846.post-111627682096962159</id><published>2005-05-16T21:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T21:53:40.973+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Savouring the moment</title><content type='html'>Sweet sweet irony. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505846-111627682096962159?l=naked-and-profane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/feeds/111627682096962159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6505846&amp;postID=111627682096962159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/111627682096962159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/111627682096962159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/2005/05/savouring-moment.html' title='Savouring the moment'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982485681539381825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846.post-111593784078529920</id><published>2005-05-12T23:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T23:44:00.790+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Stay</title><content type='html'>Do it one more time, share the moment with me again, even if it seems as insignificant as you think it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It lights my fire, brings my flame back to life. For a few precious seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505846-111593784078529920?l=naked-and-profane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/feeds/111593784078529920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6505846&amp;postID=111593784078529920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/111593784078529920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/111593784078529920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/2005/05/please-stay.html' title='Please Stay'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982485681539381825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846.post-111593769331078259</id><published>2005-05-12T23:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T23:46:17.176+01:00</updated><title type='text'>To the sweetest one</title><content type='html'>I wish a happy birthday to the sweetest creature on Earth. I sure love you, little one. Big sloppy kiss to my darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505846-111593769331078259?l=naked-and-profane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/feeds/111593769331078259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6505846&amp;postID=111593769331078259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/111593769331078259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/111593769331078259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/2005/05/to-sweetest-one.html' title='To the sweetest one'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982485681539381825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846.post-111515796082316097</id><published>2005-05-03T22:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T23:06:00.823+01:00</updated><title type='text'>No Escaping</title><content type='html'>"Everytime I look at you, I feel so completely dismantled..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I've realised that you'll forever be a part of me. And though it saddens me, I thank you for everything you made me go through. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505846-111515796082316097?l=naked-and-profane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/feeds/111515796082316097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6505846&amp;postID=111515796082316097&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/111515796082316097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/111515796082316097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/2005/05/no-escaping.html' title='No Escaping'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982485681539381825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846.post-111478262740202789</id><published>2005-04-29T14:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T23:44:33.626+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nevermind</title><content type='html'>"And I forget just why I taste&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I guess it makes me smile&lt;br /&gt;I found it hard, it was hard to find&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, whatever, nevermind..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~in Smells Like Teen Spirit by Nirvana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505846-111478262740202789?l=naked-and-profane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/feeds/111478262740202789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6505846&amp;postID=111478262740202789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/111478262740202789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/111478262740202789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/2005/04/nevermind.html' title='Nevermind'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982485681539381825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846.post-111428096778861424</id><published>2005-04-23T19:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T19:39:30.326+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving on</title><content type='html'>It was just another dream, wasn't it? But unlike the others, this dream left bruises and wounds that will never heal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have seen it coming. There is no such thing as perfection. Everyone is selfish in their own way. Selfish and ungrateful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship, I thought. Silly me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I don't blame you. I couldn't possibly blame you. I could only do that if I weren't as selfish and ungrateful myself. But, guess what? I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, although your haunting presence remains, I will move on. And one day, hopefully, I will be able to live in peace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505846-111428096778861424?l=naked-and-profane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/feeds/111428096778861424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6505846&amp;postID=111428096778861424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/111428096778861424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/111428096778861424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/2005/04/moving-on.html' title='Moving on'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982485681539381825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846.post-111418835473119656</id><published>2005-04-22T17:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T17:45:54.730+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain</title><content type='html'>I miss you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart aches. My head hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you terribly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505846-111418835473119656?l=naked-and-profane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/feeds/111418835473119656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6505846&amp;postID=111418835473119656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/111418835473119656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/111418835473119656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/2005/04/pain.html' title='Pain'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982485681539381825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846.post-111418777768366596</id><published>2005-04-22T17:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T18:31:27.646+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuse me, I apologize</title><content type='html'>"It seemed to last for hours&lt;br /&gt;It seemed to last for days&lt;br /&gt;This lady of the flowers&lt;br /&gt;and her hypnotic gaze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wears her tears on her blouse&lt;br /&gt;confused and racked with self-doubt&lt;br /&gt;she stole the keys to my house&lt;br /&gt;and then she locked herself out..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- in Lady of the Flowers, by Placebo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505846-111418777768366596?l=naked-and-profane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/feeds/111418777768366596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6505846&amp;postID=111418777768366596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/111418777768366596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/111418777768366596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/2005/04/excuse-me-i-apologize.html' title='Excuse me, I apologize'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982485681539381825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846.post-111316805738892308</id><published>2005-04-10T22:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T22:20:57.390+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange Deja Vu</title><content type='html'>You spend your days following me. No matter where I go, you're always there, watching me, keeping me under control. The funny thing is that I can't see you. But I can feel you, I can feel your presence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spend my days following you. No matter where you go, I'm always there, watching you, keeping you under control. But you can't see me. I wonder if you can feel me, I wonder if you can feel my presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just can't help myself&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling like I'm going out of my head&lt;br /&gt;Uncanny, strange dejá vu&lt;br /&gt;But I don't mind&lt;br /&gt;I hope to find the truth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- in Strange Dejá Vu, by Dream Theater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505846-111316805738892308?l=naked-and-profane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/feeds/111316805738892308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6505846&amp;postID=111316805738892308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/111316805738892308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/111316805738892308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/2005/04/strange-deja-vu.html' title='Strange Deja Vu'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982485681539381825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846.post-111265270475348762</id><published>2005-04-04T23:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T23:11:44.753+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Only Lifeguards Can Save Me</title><content type='html'>"People in my head that won't stop talking&lt;br /&gt;Nothing in my dream that isn't creepy crawling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing on the box that hasn't been born&lt;br /&gt;No one in the street that isn't old...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving in the car and I think that I'm crashing&lt;br /&gt;Swimming in the sea and I think I'll...&lt;br /&gt;...You guessed it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ in Waiting for the Son of Man, by Placebo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505846-111265270475348762?l=naked-and-profane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/feeds/111265270475348762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6505846&amp;postID=111265270475348762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/111265270475348762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/111265270475348762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/2005/04/only-lifeguards-can-save-me.html' title='Only Lifeguards Can Save Me'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982485681539381825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846.post-111221748995106240</id><published>2005-03-30T22:15:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T22:18:09.953+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Somebody's Always Watching Me...</title><content type='html'>I would have stolen a kiss from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would, but the whole world was watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505846-111221748995106240?l=naked-and-profane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/feeds/111221748995106240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6505846&amp;postID=111221748995106240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/111221748995106240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/111221748995106240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/2005/03/somebodys-always-watching-me.html' title='Somebody&apos;s Always Watching Me...'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982485681539381825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846.post-111221730244473321</id><published>2005-03-30T22:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T22:15:02.446+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tease Me</title><content type='html'>I would have stolen a kiss from you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would, if you had teased me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505846-111221730244473321?l=naked-and-profane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/feeds/111221730244473321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6505846&amp;postID=111221730244473321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/111221730244473321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/111221730244473321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/2005/03/tease-me.html' title='Tease Me'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982485681539381825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846.post-111150253371353903</id><published>2005-03-22T14:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-22T14:42:13.713Z</updated><title type='text'>Ignorance is Bliss</title><content type='html'>I did not think you were going to understand, but I did think you were going to try. But after what you have told me... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts, it really hurts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You brought me to this world, you are part of my family, my blood is your blood. And still... You never knew me well enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to apologize for being what I am. Because I am proud of myself, and even though I know that some people will walk away from me and that very difficult times will come, I will stand up and fight. I will fight for acceptance, for freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want it to be like this. I wanted to wait for the right time, but now that I actually think about it, maybe that time would never come. But you insisted... And I couldn't lie to you again, could I? So I told you... You cried, I cried. And it's not finished yet, I know it's not. More tears will come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe things will eventually change. Ignorance is bliss, I know, but now it's done and we can't go back. We'll have to learn how to go through this together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505846-111150253371353903?l=naked-and-profane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/feeds/111150253371353903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6505846&amp;postID=111150253371353903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/111150253371353903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/111150253371353903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/2005/03/ignorance-is-bliss.html' title='Ignorance is Bliss'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982485681539381825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846.post-111134095755681174</id><published>2005-03-20T17:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-05T14:56:59.593Z</updated><title type='text'>Lake of Blood</title><content type='html'>Some things really hurt, you know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking above a lake of blood, the blood that is coming from my bleeding heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your golden spear is still carved there. You've carved your name on my heart, and now it will be there forever. You'll drain my strength, until you've taken all there is left to take. Until no more blood comes out of the crack. Until I die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what you've done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505846-111134095755681174?l=naked-and-profane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/feeds/111134095755681174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6505846&amp;postID=111134095755681174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/111134095755681174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/111134095755681174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/2005/03/lake-of-blood.html' title='Lake of Blood'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982485681539381825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846.post-111101162765891539</id><published>2005-03-16T22:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-19T15:33:58.976Z</updated><title type='text'>Everlasting Presence</title><content type='html'>I am hypnotized by your look, absorved by your presence, drifting away... And suddenly, I've got wings and I'm flying so high that I don't think I want to get back ever again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your hands are magical... Make it last forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505846-111101162765891539?l=naked-and-profane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/feeds/111101162765891539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6505846&amp;postID=111101162765891539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/111101162765891539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/111101162765891539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/2005/03/everlasting-presence.html' title='Everlasting Presence'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982485681539381825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846.post-111083361942741987</id><published>2005-03-14T20:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-14T20:53:39.426Z</updated><title type='text'>The Crawl</title><content type='html'>One thought, one word... And I'm crawling at your feet once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505846-111083361942741987?l=naked-and-profane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/feeds/111083361942741987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6505846&amp;postID=111083361942741987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/111083361942741987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/111083361942741987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/2005/03/crawl.html' title='The Crawl'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982485681539381825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846.post-111075269361104978</id><published>2005-03-13T21:58:00.001Z</published><updated>2005-03-13T22:24:53.613Z</updated><title type='text'>Torn</title><content type='html'>I want to scream, I want to tear everything apart. I feel like a stranger, an alien in this fucked-up world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please save me... You're the only one who can save me, you're the only one who can make me feel again. I want my life to have a meaning. Can you help me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna have to keep the blades away from me tonight, otherwise I might do something I'll regret later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505846-111075269361104978?l=naked-and-profane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/feeds/111075269361104978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6505846&amp;postID=111075269361104978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/111075269361104978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/111075269361104978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/2005/03/torn.html' title='Torn'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982485681539381825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846.post-111040247908517320</id><published>2005-03-09T21:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-09T21:23:17.810Z</updated><title type='text'>...Wicked</title><content type='html'>"Kiss me too fiercely&lt;br /&gt;Hold me too tight&lt;br /&gt;I need help believing&lt;br /&gt;You're with me tonight&lt;br /&gt;My wildest dreams&lt;br /&gt;Could not foresee&lt;br /&gt;Lying beside you&lt;br /&gt;With you wanting me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - by Wicked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505846-111040247908517320?l=naked-and-profane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/feeds/111040247908517320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6505846&amp;postID=111040247908517320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/111040247908517320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/111040247908517320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/2005/03/wicked.html' title='...Wicked'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982485681539381825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846.post-111024071711367055</id><published>2005-03-08T00:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-08T00:11:57.113Z</updated><title type='text'>Little Teddy Bear</title><content type='html'>Hello Little Teddy Bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Little Teddy Bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505846-111024071711367055?l=naked-and-profane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/feeds/111024071711367055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6505846&amp;postID=111024071711367055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/111024071711367055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/111024071711367055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/2005/03/little-teddy-bear.html' title='Little Teddy Bear'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982485681539381825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846.post-111015050973732401</id><published>2005-03-06T22:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-06T23:08:29.740Z</updated><title type='text'>Thank You</title><content type='html'>I felt amazingly comfortable with you. The way you let me share your lives... I felt like I've just come across two of the most wonderful human beings on Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505846-111015050973732401?l=naked-and-profane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/feeds/111015050973732401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6505846&amp;postID=111015050973732401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/111015050973732401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/111015050973732401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/2005/03/thank-you.html' title='Thank You'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982485681539381825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846.post-111014986298925712</id><published>2005-03-06T22:44:00.001Z</published><updated>2005-03-06T22:57:42.990Z</updated><title type='text'>Butterflies</title><content type='html'>"Right now, I want you once again..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your soul is beautiful, and your body... God, I could spend an eternity staring at your body. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling those butterflies in my tummy again. It is you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505846-111014986298925712?l=naked-and-profane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/feeds/111014986298925712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6505846&amp;postID=111014986298925712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/111014986298925712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/111014986298925712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/2005/03/butterflies.html' title='Butterflies'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982485681539381825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846.post-110989372384733934</id><published>2005-03-03T23:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-03T23:48:43.846Z</updated><title type='text'>Desire</title><content type='html'>I'm mad. You're making me crazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blind with desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505846-110989372384733934?l=naked-and-profane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/feeds/110989372384733934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6505846&amp;postID=110989372384733934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/110989372384733934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/110989372384733934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/2005/03/desire.html' title='Desire'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982485681539381825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846.post-110962111427373018</id><published>2005-02-28T19:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-04T19:28:45.106Z</updated><title type='text'>Idealism</title><content type='html'>"In itself, homosexuality is as limiting as heterosexuality: the ideal should be to be capable of loving a woman or a man; either, a human being, without feeling fear, restraint, or obligation."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ~ by Simone de Beauvoir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505846-110962111427373018?l=naked-and-profane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/feeds/110962111427373018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6505846&amp;postID=110962111427373018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/110962111427373018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/110962111427373018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/2005/02/idealism.html' title='Idealism'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982485681539381825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846.post-110942947588469924</id><published>2005-02-26T14:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-26T14:51:15.886Z</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>One year and one day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It won't be long before you become a beautiful young woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505846-110942947588469924?l=naked-and-profane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/feeds/110942947588469924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6505846&amp;postID=110942947588469924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/110942947588469924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/110942947588469924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/2005/02/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982485681539381825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846.post-110911227256961480</id><published>2005-02-22T22:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-22T22:44:32.570Z</updated><title type='text'>Little Trick</title><content type='html'>"Hello Death. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has my time arrived? Did you come to take me?..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body reacted faster than my mind, my head was spinning, my heart missed a beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One moment... And then it's over, it's gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears. Silent sobs. But I escaped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505846-110911227256961480?l=naked-and-profane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/feeds/110911227256961480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6505846&amp;postID=110911227256961480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/110911227256961480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/110911227256961480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/2005/02/little-trick.html' title='Little Trick'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982485681539381825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846.post-110911196987624158</id><published>2005-02-22T22:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-22T22:39:29.876Z</updated><title type='text'>Sorry</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry about that. I'm sorry about the last one. I didn't mean it like that... Or did I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505846-110911196987624158?l=naked-and-profane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/feeds/110911196987624158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6505846&amp;postID=110911196987624158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/110911196987624158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/110911196987624158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/2005/02/sorry.html' title='Sorry'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982485681539381825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846.post-110911189793829764</id><published>2005-02-22T22:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-22T22:38:17.936Z</updated><title type='text'>Remember?</title><content type='html'>Watch me sweating, feel me panting, hear me moaning and begging you to fuck me harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when we're almost there, when we can't take it any more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to see that sweet smile of yours again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505846-110911189793829764?l=naked-and-profane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/feeds/110911189793829764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6505846&amp;postID=110911189793829764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/110911189793829764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/110911189793829764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/2005/02/remember.html' title='Remember?'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982485681539381825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846.post-110858769961228487</id><published>2005-02-16T21:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-16T21:08:25.026Z</updated><title type='text'>Who am I?</title><content type='html'>"I'm the world you'll never see&lt;br /&gt;I'm the slave you'll never free&lt;br /&gt;I'm the truth you'll never know&lt;br /&gt;I'm the place you'll never go&lt;br /&gt;I'm the sound you'll never hear&lt;br /&gt;I'm the course you'll never steer&lt;br /&gt;I'm the will you'll not destroy&lt;br /&gt;I'm the gin in the gin-soaked boy&lt;br /&gt;The gin-soaked boy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - in Gin Soaked Boy, by The Divine Comedy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505846-110858769961228487?l=naked-and-profane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/feeds/110858769961228487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6505846&amp;postID=110858769961228487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/110858769961228487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/110858769961228487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/2005/02/who-am-i.html' title='Who am I?'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982485681539381825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846.post-110858708882933586</id><published>2005-02-16T20:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-16T20:51:28.830Z</updated><title type='text'>Purity</title><content type='html'>I love the way you smile, it brings that twinkle to your eye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virtue and innocence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505846-110858708882933586?l=naked-and-profane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/feeds/110858708882933586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6505846&amp;postID=110858708882933586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/110858708882933586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/110858708882933586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/2005/02/purity.html' title='Purity'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982485681539381825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846.post-110833648835960892</id><published>2005-02-13T21:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-13T23:14:48.360Z</updated><title type='text'>Fallen Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"Your beauty took my breath away,&lt;br /&gt;In awe all day..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- in Walking Barefoot, by Ash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you. I had a wonderful time. And you're such a beautiful person, I could look at you forever and you would still look beautiful. Your skin is so soft... But it felt like a sin. Touching you and laughing for you... You're an angel, a fallen angel. Will you smile for me? Will you sing, just for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what he meant by saying that you're the sweetest thing in the whole world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505846-110833648835960892?l=naked-and-profane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/feeds/110833648835960892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6505846&amp;postID=110833648835960892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/110833648835960892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/110833648835960892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/2005/02/fallen-angel.html' title='Fallen Angel'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982485681539381825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846.post-110807639016475864</id><published>2005-02-10T22:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-10T22:59:50.166Z</updated><title type='text'>To you, sweetheart</title><content type='html'>They have no idea of what it's like to be you. You're such a wonderful person, you've got that inner joy that impresses me everytime and fills me with that inevitable warmth... You're a bliss, to all of us; you've got what it takes to be a star. And you'd be a beautiful little star and I'd protect you from harm and I'd smile whenever you'd smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got that special something and they can't take that away from you, no matter how hard they try. You're not like them, you're different, you're with us now, we're a part of you, I know we are. And I know I must seem crazy and by now everybody must be wondering what the fuck am I talking about and I wouldn't be surprised if I'm not making any fucking sense, but to be perfectly honest, I don't give a flying fuck. But I do give a fuck about you, and it's you I'm worried about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I want you to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let them get to you. You're stronger than that. And whenever you feel that you aren't, whenever you feel that you're sinking and the water's coming in and you're drowning, remember that there's someone who can save you. And you can always count on that someone, no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can always count on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505846-110807639016475864?l=naked-and-profane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/feeds/110807639016475864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6505846&amp;postID=110807639016475864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/110807639016475864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/110807639016475864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/2005/02/to-you-sweetheart.html' title='To you, sweetheart'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982485681539381825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846.post-110798549055706936</id><published>2005-02-09T21:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-09T21:52:28.763Z</updated><title type='text'>The Beauty Regime</title><content type='html'>Beat stress and rebalance your life &lt;br /&gt;Make those dreams come true &lt;br /&gt;Impress all your colleagues and friends&lt;br /&gt;With the brand new you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many lives condemned for no need &lt;br /&gt;'Cause people don't buy the right magazine &lt;br /&gt;Take a look in the mirror and see &lt;br /&gt;Exactly how worthless you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a rut? Can't get out? Don't know why? &lt;br /&gt;It's time to make that change &lt;br /&gt;Cover up all the pain in your life &lt;br /&gt;With our new product range &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please don't feel blue - let us show you how&lt;br /&gt;To talk yourself into a good mood right now &lt;br /&gt;Feeling sad is no longer allowed &lt;br /&gt;No matter how worthless you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if your life depresses you &lt;br /&gt;Just live it through your favourite movie star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beat stress and rebalance your life &lt;br /&gt;All you need to do &lt;br /&gt;Is forget all the useless advice &lt;br /&gt;And &lt;i&gt;live your life for you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Don't let them sell you impossible dreams &lt;br /&gt;Don't be a slave to the beauty regime &lt;br /&gt;Look again in the mirror and see&lt;br /&gt;Exactly how &lt;/i&gt;perfect&lt;i&gt; you are&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- in The Beauty Regime, by The Divine Comedy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505846-110798549055706936?l=naked-and-profane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/feeds/110798549055706936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6505846&amp;postID=110798549055706936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/110798549055706936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/110798549055706936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/2005/02/beauty-regime.html' title='The Beauty Regime'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982485681539381825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846.post-110755665176179749</id><published>2005-02-04T22:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-04T22:39:29.100Z</updated><title type='text'>Friendly words</title><content type='html'>There's someone needing a comforting hug and a huge kiss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one's for you. It's for you to remember that I'll always be there. And I love you. I really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Smile, &lt;br /&gt;And the whole world smiles with you..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505846-110755665176179749?l=naked-and-profane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/feeds/110755665176179749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6505846&amp;postID=110755665176179749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/110755665176179749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/110755665176179749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/2005/02/friendly-words.html' title='Friendly words'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982485681539381825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846.post-110720621968086882</id><published>2005-01-31T21:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-31T21:19:49.220Z</updated><title type='text'>Imagination</title><content type='html'>Never thought that a corn seed could be so enticing and erotic. Well, I guess that everything must have its own sensuality. Even a corn seed. How strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even though it's terribly embarrassing for me to admit it, the situation got me thinking about things I'm sure you don't wish to know about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I looked at you for a second and fell asleep again. You were there, in my dream, eating popcorn and smiling, just for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505846-110720621968086882?l=naked-and-profane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/feeds/110720621968086882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6505846&amp;postID=110720621968086882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/110720621968086882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/110720621968086882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/2005/01/imagination.html' title='Imagination'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982485681539381825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846.post-110699817829767942</id><published>2005-01-29T11:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-29T11:29:38.296Z</updated><title type='text'>Similarities</title><content type='html'>I felt amazingly good among them. Haven't you? I feel that I've finally found people that think like I do, that are the way I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to meet them again. Will you come with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505846-110699817829767942?l=naked-and-profane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/feeds/110699817829767942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6505846&amp;postID=110699817829767942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/110699817829767942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/110699817829767942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/2005/01/similarities.html' title='Similarities'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982485681539381825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846.post-110669563076989423</id><published>2005-01-25T23:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-25T23:27:10.770Z</updated><title type='text'>Just wondering...</title><content type='html'>I've just realised that some of you will never understand how important you are to me. I will fight for you, I'll do everything I can to keep you with me but I know that you will inevitably walk away from me. None of you will stay. And none of you will ever know that one day you were the flame that kept me alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505846-110669563076989423?l=naked-and-profane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/feeds/110669563076989423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6505846&amp;postID=110669563076989423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/110669563076989423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/110669563076989423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/2005/01/just-wondering.html' title='Just wondering...'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982485681539381825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846.post-110669477107601867</id><published>2005-01-25T23:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-25T23:12:51.076Z</updated><title type='text'>Feelings</title><content type='html'>You made me laugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That felt good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505846-110669477107601867?l=naked-and-profane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/feeds/110669477107601867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6505846&amp;postID=110669477107601867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/110669477107601867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/110669477107601867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/2005/01/feelings.html' title='Feelings'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982485681539381825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846.post-110652619137244728</id><published>2005-01-24T01:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-24T00:23:11.373Z</updated><title type='text'>Don't be scared</title><content type='html'>Have I told you how beautiful you are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I? Well, it's true, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me touch you. I want it so bad that it hurts. Let me kiss your neck, lick you skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anything wrong? You're trembling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't be scared..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They won't hear us, I know they won't. Look at the door, it's closed, I closed it myself. I turned the key in the lock - see? There's nothing to be scared of. I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me take off your clothes. Don't worry, it's okay... It's just me, remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, your body... I could spend hours looking at you. Or days, or even years. What about forever?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? I think that forever wouldn't be enough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505846-110652619137244728?l=naked-and-profane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/feeds/110652619137244728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6505846&amp;postID=110652619137244728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/110652619137244728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/110652619137244728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/2005/01/dont-be-scared.html' title='Don&apos;t be scared'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982485681539381825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846.post-110617310956416892</id><published>2005-01-19T22:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-19T22:18:29.563Z</updated><title type='text'>Sweet</title><content type='html'>You are the sweetest things on Earth. And I absolutely love you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505846-110617310956416892?l=naked-and-profane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/feeds/110617310956416892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6505846&amp;postID=110617310956416892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/110617310956416892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/110617310956416892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/2005/01/sweet.html' title='Sweet'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982485681539381825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846.post-110599752777871791</id><published>2005-01-17T21:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-17T21:41:41.380Z</updated><title type='text'>Curiosity</title><content type='html'>How many real friends do I have around here? Anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please raise your hands. I wanna see if you dare...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505846-110599752777871791?l=naked-and-profane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/feeds/110599752777871791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6505846&amp;postID=110599752777871791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/110599752777871791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/110599752777871791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/2005/01/curiosity.html' title='Curiosity'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982485681539381825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505846.post-110590077035041818</id><published>2005-01-16T18:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-16T18:39:30.350Z</updated><title type='text'>Hypocrisy</title><content type='html'>He's here. He has come to spend some time with us. She's gone away for a while, she said she couldn't stand being near him and I totally understand that. She's being so strong, I admire her for that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a quite awkward situation. I don't really know what to say to him. Because in a few hours he'll be gone again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if he thinks that being with us once or twice a week will make us forget all we went through. I can almost smell the hypocrisy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505846-110590077035041818?l=naked-and-profane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/feeds/110590077035041818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6505846&amp;postID=110590077035041818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/110590077035041818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505846/posts/default/110590077035041818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naked-and-profane.blogspot.com/2005/01/hypocrisy.html' title='Hypocrisy'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982485681539381825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
