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<rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description></description><title>How Doth the Little Crocodile</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @howdoththelittlecrocodile)</generator><link>http://howdoththelittlecrocodile.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>for the one who doesn’t know. that’s one thing i...</title><description>&lt;iframe class="tumblr_audio_player tumblr_audio_player_118635516" src="http://howdoththelittlecrocodile.tumblr.com/post/118635516/audio_player_iframe/howdoththelittlecrocodile/ouTDWqTnRocyhbkfVUIC7kde?audio_file=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.tumblr.com%2Faudio_file%2Fhowdoththelittlecrocodile%2F118635516%2FouTDWqTnRocyhbkfVUIC7kde" frameborder="0" allowtransparency="true" scrolling="no" width="500" height="85"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;for the one who doesn’t know. that’s one thing i would never say to you&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://howdoththelittlecrocodile.tumblr.com/post/118635516</link><guid>http://howdoththelittlecrocodile.tumblr.com/post/118635516</guid><pubDate>Fri, 05 Jun 2009 17:31:25 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Aimee Mann, “Pavlov’s Bell”  </title><description>&lt;iframe width="400" height="323" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Dr08SIHELV8?wmode=transparent&amp;autohide=1&amp;egm=0&amp;hd=1&amp;iv_load_policy=3&amp;modestbranding=1&amp;rel=0&amp;showinfo=0&amp;showsearch=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aimee Mann, “Pavlov’s Bell”  &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://howdoththelittlecrocodile.tumblr.com/post/106889684</link><guid>http://howdoththelittlecrocodile.tumblr.com/post/106889684</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 May 2009 17:11:00 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>i hate the doctors</title><description>&lt;p&gt;i hate the doctors and the whole health care sysytem. im not even old and cynical (at least not old) but i cant stand it. so now that thats of my chest, i have another little poem to share. im just full of em!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strike&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;small glance&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;brief touch&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;big talk&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;long walks&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;this isnt real&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;but i just want to feel&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;nice to talk to you&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;but now talkings done&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;we have to see&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;where we stand&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;on the edge&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://howdoththelittlecrocodile.tumblr.com/post/106881251</link><guid>http://howdoththelittlecrocodile.tumblr.com/post/106881251</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 May 2009 16:49:00 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>“Sweet Dream” by Greg Laswell
short, yes
good, hell...</title><description>&lt;iframe width="400" height="323" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/q0u_1MAygU0?wmode=transparent&amp;autohide=1&amp;egm=0&amp;hd=1&amp;iv_load_policy=3&amp;modestbranding=1&amp;rel=0&amp;showinfo=0&amp;showsearch=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Sweet Dream” by Greg Laswell&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;short, yes&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;good, hell yeah&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://howdoththelittlecrocodile.tumblr.com/post/104286083</link><guid>http://howdoththelittlecrocodile.tumblr.com/post/104286083</guid><pubDate>Wed, 06 May 2009 16:30:38 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>just another little poem</title><description>&lt;p&gt;i want to take the hurt away
things fall apart, they fall apart so hard
you can&amp;#8217;t ever put them back the way they were
like puzzle pieces for life

it takes too much time
there&amp;#8217;s so much work
having to learn if we&amp;#8217;re the same people we were
if you fit into the other&amp;#8217;s life

it&amp;#8217;s a long and important process
and can&amp;#8217;t we just skip it? &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://howdoththelittlecrocodile.tumblr.com/post/104285051</link><guid>http://howdoththelittlecrocodile.tumblr.com/post/104285051</guid><pubDate>Wed, 06 May 2009 16:27:28 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"The difficult I can do today. The impossible will take a little longer."</title><description>“The difficult I can do today. The impossible will take a little longer.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Billie Holiday&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://howdoththelittlecrocodile.tumblr.com/post/102981479</link><guid>http://howdoththelittlecrocodile.tumblr.com/post/102981479</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 May 2009 12:12:00 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>i'm not who you want</title><description>&lt;p&gt;i&amp;#8217;m not who you want,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;but i might be the one you need.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;you don&amp;#8217;t get to like the people you love&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;and you&amp;#8217;ll never love the people you like.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;if yes means no, does hello mean goodbye?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;if i tried to be reasonable, would you turn me off&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;after keeping me on?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;nothing stands between us&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;except ourselves&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;because misery loves company.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;-so i wrote that. or i tried anyway.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://howdoththelittlecrocodile.tumblr.com/post/102635515</link><guid>http://howdoththelittlecrocodile.tumblr.com/post/102635515</guid><pubDate>Sat, 02 May 2009 11:21:00 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the..."</title><description>“&lt;p&gt;Turning and turning in the widening gyre&lt;br/&gt;
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;&lt;br/&gt;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;&lt;br/&gt;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,&lt;br/&gt;
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere&lt;br/&gt;
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;&lt;br/&gt;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst&lt;br/&gt;
Are full of passionate intensity.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Surely some revelation is at hand;&lt;br/&gt;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.&lt;br/&gt;
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out&lt;br/&gt;
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi&lt;br/&gt;
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert&lt;br/&gt;
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,&lt;br/&gt;
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,&lt;br/&gt;
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it&lt;br/&gt;
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.&lt;br/&gt;
The darkness drops again; but now I know&lt;br/&gt;
That twenty centuries of stony sleep&lt;br/&gt;
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,&lt;br/&gt;
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,&lt;br/&gt;
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?&lt;/p&gt;”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;“The Second Coming”, William Butler Yeats&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://howdoththelittlecrocodile.tumblr.com/post/101982722</link><guid>http://howdoththelittlecrocodile.tumblr.com/post/101982722</guid><pubDate>Thu, 30 Apr 2009 16:36:48 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>WWBD?</title><description>&lt;p&gt;what would buffy do? yeah, i made a buffy the vampire slayer reference. besides the fact that it&amp;#8217;s actually a very socially aware show, and it has multiple metaphors for real life problems inside its ongoing mythos, it opens the question, &amp;#8220;what do we do when we&amp;#8217;re against problems bigger than us?&amp;#8221; i don&amp;#8217;t know about anyone else, but i would certainly like to have superpowers when i have to deal with my life. granted, not very logical, but sometimes it feels like the world just goes under and we can&amp;#8217;t fight back up. so what would the buffster do? besides some snarky punning and putting sharp pointy objects through monsters, probably the same thing we do-try and fight, even if we never win.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://howdoththelittlecrocodile.tumblr.com/post/101982406</link><guid>http://howdoththelittlecrocodile.tumblr.com/post/101982406</guid><pubDate>Thu, 30 Apr 2009 16:35:42 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>if you think it, you should say it.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;thoughts are not meant to be kept inside. obviously, there are limits to what should be said aloud, but if you think it, you should say it. secrets are fine and dandy sometimes, but people should say what they think, concequence free. alas, the world in which we live cannot be as such. i wish there were things i could say to certain people about the way i feel about them and have there be no penalties, but i can&amp;#8217;t. i should.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://howdoththelittlecrocodile.tumblr.com/post/101581034</link><guid>http://howdoththelittlecrocodile.tumblr.com/post/101581034</guid><pubDate>Wed, 29 Apr 2009 16:44:56 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>I made this after I went to Chicago, which was probably the...</title><description>&lt;iframe width="400" height="323" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/QpIhlqAe1RQ?wmode=transparent&amp;autohide=1&amp;egm=0&amp;hd=1&amp;iv_load_policy=3&amp;modestbranding=1&amp;rel=0&amp;showinfo=0&amp;showsearch=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;I made this after I went to Chicago, which was probably the nicest city ever.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Song: “Chicago” by Sufjan Stevens&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://howdoththelittlecrocodile.tumblr.com/post/101578608</link><guid>http://howdoththelittlecrocodile.tumblr.com/post/101578608</guid><pubDate>Wed, 29 Apr 2009 16:36:41 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"Out of the night that covers me,
      Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may..."</title><description>“&lt;p&gt;Out of the night that covers me,&lt;br/&gt;
      Black as the pit from pole to pole,&lt;br/&gt;
I thank whatever gods may be&lt;br/&gt;
      For my unconquerable soul.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;In the fell clutch of circumstance&lt;br/&gt;
      I have not winced nor cried aloud.&lt;br/&gt;
Under the bludgeonings of chance&lt;br/&gt;
       My head is bloody, but unbow’d.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Beyond this place of wrath and tears&lt;br/&gt;
      Looms but the Horror of the shade,&lt;br/&gt;
And yet the menace of the years&lt;br/&gt;
      Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;It matters not how strait the gate,&lt;br/&gt;
      How charged with punishments the scroll,&lt;br/&gt;
I am the master of my fate:&lt;br/&gt;
      I am the captain of my soul.&lt;/p&gt;”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;“Invictus”, William Ernest Henley&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://howdoththelittlecrocodile.tumblr.com/post/101550236</link><guid>http://howdoththelittlecrocodile.tumblr.com/post/101550236</guid><pubDate>Wed, 29 Apr 2009 15:00:00 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Why Are People So Weird?</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I mean, mostly people are weird in a good way. Like a very good friend, she&amp;#8217;s crazy as anything, and possibly the strangest person I know (discounting myself), but she&amp;#8217;s awesome. It&amp;#8217;s amazing how she just is who she is all the time. Really, it&amp;#8217;s incredible. You should meet her one day&amp;#8230;change your life. Anyhoo, people are weird. We think, we move, we are-but why? Why do we do the little things that make us who we are? Why do I have a problem with wrists, the word &amp;#8220;syringe&amp;#8221;, and bunnies? Which are really, really creepy if you think about it. Like, really.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://howdoththelittlecrocodile.tumblr.com/post/101548225</link><guid>http://howdoththelittlecrocodile.tumblr.com/post/101548225</guid><pubDate>Wed, 29 Apr 2009 14:52:46 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>“Beautiful Awkward Pictures”
Toni Collette and the...</title><description>&lt;iframe width="400" height="242" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/pjx9BfneXF8?wmode=transparent&amp;autohide=1&amp;egm=0&amp;hd=1&amp;iv_load_policy=3&amp;modestbranding=1&amp;rel=0&amp;showinfo=0&amp;showsearch=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Beautiful Awkward Pictures”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Toni Collette and the Finish&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Great song, amazing band.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://howdoththelittlecrocodile.tumblr.com/post/101282596</link><guid>http://howdoththelittlecrocodile.tumblr.com/post/101282596</guid><pubDate>Tue, 28 Apr 2009 22:02:00 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"When you realize the value of all life, you dwell less on what is past and concentrate more on the..."</title><description>““When you realize the value of all life, you dwell less on what is past and concentrate more on the preservation of the future.”&lt;br/&gt;
						-Dian Fossey”</description><link>http://howdoththelittlecrocodile.tumblr.com/post/101277716</link><guid>http://howdoththelittlecrocodile.tumblr.com/post/101277716</guid><pubDate>Tue, 28 Apr 2009 21:46:40 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>My First</title><description>&lt;p&gt;So&amp;#8230;my first blog. Ever. Also, like, my first anything. Not exactly the most up-to-date person, but I like myself that way. Favorite of mine, for those interested-Lewis Carroll, hence the title. I&amp;#8217;m the little crocodile, and the world is my Nile, with many little fishes. I love all kinds of poetry, most kinds of art, and lots of kinds of music. I&amp;#8217;m a pretty well-rounded member of society, so they say. So here I am. No wear, no tear, just here.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://howdoththelittlecrocodile.tumblr.com/post/101277391</link><guid>http://howdoththelittlecrocodile.tumblr.com/post/101277391</guid><pubDate>Tue, 28 Apr 2009 21:45:39 -0400</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
