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	<title>Andrew and Liz</title>
	<link>http://andrewandliz.net</link>
	<description>Our Life, Online</description>
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		<title>passing by</title>
		<description><![CDATA[there were wild times among the family where we spun and laughed and cried and broke apart and mended.
strong moments that speak in flashes of sensation, not stories with beginnings middles and ends.
we were invincible in our eyes.
sleep didn&#8217;t touch us.
the world opened up for us and we walked to california without stopping, just singing [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://andrewandliz.net/liz/08102008/passing-by/</link>
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		<title>temporary</title>
		<description><![CDATA[in the prime tanning time (10-2 according to my mother) i was laying outside in the field for doing such things. beneath: two towels, the greenest grass, tiny curious spiders. above: stretching upandupandup sky, the shadows of growing leafy things, my eyes. relaxed, they watched for the moutains, the bluegreen mysterymountains that came instead of [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://andrewandliz.net/liz/07282008/temporary/</link>
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		<title>a bit of blather</title>
		<description><![CDATA[how do you ever know you made the right choice?
i&#8217;m here and i&#8217;m lonely and my job fell through. my boss hasn&#8217;t paid me for my training and he won&#8217;t give me a schedule -told me so to my face- and won&#8217;t call to say when i can work again, so i&#8217;m giving up and [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://andrewandliz.net/liz/06242008/a-bit-of-blather/</link>
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		<title>A Long Time (typical)</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I haven&#8217;t written anything here in a long, long time.  My bad
To be honest, there&#8217;s been quite a bit going on, but I expect most people are filled in on those things, so whatever.  Liz and I have moved to Warwick, NY and are now approaching three full weeks of living here.  Everything is going [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://andrewandliz.net/andrew/06192008/a-long-time-typical/</link>
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		<title>No baby.  No problem.  (Rantvegas)</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Since when did everyone get so judgmental when it comes to the decision to NOT have kids?
I remember high school when girls would get pregnant and all the whispers in the hall would turn towards her belly, her relationship with the father or supposed father, her due date, her promiscuity, whether or not she would [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://andrewandliz.net/liz/06182008/no-baby-no-problem-rantvegas/</link>
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		<title>alone</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The way I planned it, rain only touches my fingertips.
The complicated smell of earth and wet wood infiltrates.
The gray sky is sponge painted in careful swirls.
The growing things are too green with hope.
The rain (pain) is patiently quiet,
background noise,
but growing louder.
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		<link>http://andrewandliz.net/liz/06142008/alone/</link>
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		<title>Where am I?</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The tears crash familiar to make salty tide pools between my breasts,
in the curve of my collarbone,
down my arms,
into my mouth where the memories swim,
unable to breathe the strangeness of the air.
The cracked whiteness of the ceiling lets the uncertainty in,
marring would-be smoothness with black rivers,
gray mountain ranges,
erratic and thirsty veins departed from my certain [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://andrewandliz.net/liz/06112008/where-am-i/</link>
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		<title>out in it</title>
		<description><![CDATA[the indifferent stillness of summers in their heated dark times draws me out of the man-made coolness into the naturaleza:
yellow lights staring calmly out from stranger houses where i
imagine broad-faced glasses filled with strawberry wine
someone told me I ought to picnic with it, kiss
you with it that made my mouth sticky sweet,
nectar in a seductively [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://andrewandliz.net/liz/06102008/out-in-it/</link>
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		<title>the stupid in-between time ~ tales from the fuckfunk</title>
		<description><![CDATA[never thought i&#8217;d say this, but i want to get out of here as soon as possible. not because i want to get away from the people here, but because this has gone on too long. i feel like leaving is so close that i think about it nearly all the time, but it&#8217;s far [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://andrewandliz.net/liz/05202008/the-stupid-in-between-time-tales-from-the-fuckfunk/</link>
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		<title>The Loose Ends</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Remember that episode of Sex and the City when Carrie decides to go to Paris because she&#8217;s afraid of losing The Russian? I&#8217;m not blond or a sex columnist and he&#8217;s not a Russian artist, but I&#8217;m going with him so as not to lose him.
I said last night that my life is about more [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://andrewandliz.net/liz/05152008/the-loose-ends/</link>
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