<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?>

<rss version="2.0" xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:creativeCommons="http://backend.userland.com/creativeCommonsRssModule">
    <channel>
        <title>deviantART: by:themilstead</title>
        <link>http://search.deviantart.com/?q=by:themilstead&amp;section=today</link>
        <description>deviantART RSS for by:themilstead</description>
        <language>en-us</language>
        <copyright>Copyright 2009, deviantART.com</copyright>

        <pubDate>Mon, 28 Dec 2009 16:56:08 PST</pubDate>        
        <generator>deviantART.com</generator>
        <docs>http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss</docs>
        <atom:icon>http://s.deviantart.com/minish/widgets/apple-touch-icon-precomposed.png</atom:icon>
        <atom:link href="http://backend.deviantart.com/rss.xml?q=by%3Athemilstead&amp;type=journal" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" />
                  <item>
                <title>I escaped Hell today.</title>
                <link>http://themilstead.deviantart.com/journal/22790057/</link>
                <guid isPermaLink="true">http://themilstead.deviantart.com/journal/22790057/</guid>
                <pubDate>Sat, 24 Jan 2009 19:56:05 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Miracles do still occur.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~themilstead</author>
            </item>
          <item>
                <title>so i was thinking today (part 3)</title>
                <link>http://themilstead.deviantart.com/journal/21533166/</link>
                <guid isPermaLink="true">http://themilstead.deviantart.com/journal/21533166/</guid>
                <pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2008 11:43:12 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ coffee @ 9am<br />chill in the air<br />felt quite lovely<br />and then<br />dream of all dreams, out of nowhere and real<br />can't wait to get home, someone is waiting at last<br />system's reset, the world is rebuilt<br />oceans are filling, the clouds are regathering<br />Sparrow may flutter wild and lightly to me<br />one day past 60 was all that she swears she'd need<br />"So, that's all you get, Child, loved while it was;<br />but never again, I guess we'll just have to readjust"<br />hung on that word, for all that i've strived<br />fruitless and emptying, slowly but steadily<br />60 more later, a drop or two lingering<br />can't seem to rid myself of drops you keep putting in<br />but then i thought<br />this is really ridiculous<br />and this is really delicious<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~themilstead</author>
            </item>
          <item>
                <title>the wind can feel amazing if you let it</title>
                <link>http://themilstead.deviantart.com/journal/21197752/</link>
                <guid isPermaLink="true">http://themilstead.deviantart.com/journal/21197752/</guid>
                <pubDate>Tue, 28 Oct 2008 06:38:02 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ It's getting cold! Something about that chill in the air that causes the wind to blow. This is when it always seems to happen, right? And what better season? New ways to warm up, that's probably why. Or we'll know for sure pretty soon, at least.<br /><br />I don't know why you hate the cold so much, it's always been great to me in the past. And I think this winter will be even better. Let's battle the winds together. Then you'll see. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br /><br />*unpauses the stopwatch*<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~themilstead</author>
            </item>
          <item>
                <title>so i was thinking today (part 2)</title>
                <link>http://themilstead.deviantart.com/journal/21084778/</link>
                <guid isPermaLink="true">http://themilstead.deviantart.com/journal/21084778/</guid>
                <pubDate>Mon, 20 Oct 2008 18:36:35 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ storms are nice as they come and go<br />but it seems monotony's mostly the case<br />enough to feel like once in a lifetime<br />is how often i feel the wind kiss my face<br />but today i'm having to decide<br />between a breeze or a gust<br />the wind in both ears means i'm ignorant to distant thunder<br />and makes the everlasting passing seem just<br />but should i make a left or take a right<br />either way i'd be willing to go<br />but the winter's approaching with rapidity<br />and acting quickly makes the season easier to know<br />so what would you do if you were me?<br />dare to be different or stick with something familiar?<br />i think i know the answer i'm looking for<br />and this winter just got a little easier<br /><br />your arms outstretched, your head tilted back<br />take a spin and lift off the ground<br />eyes shut tight, you can remove yourself<br />and have nothing to lose<br /><br />i should stop at this<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~themilstead</author>
            </item>
          <item>
                <title>so i was thinking today</title>
                <link>http://themilstead.deviantart.com/journal/20866981/</link>
                <guid isPermaLink="true">http://themilstead.deviantart.com/journal/20866981/</guid>
                <pubDate>Mon, 06 Oct 2008 22:34:27 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ at about 11:00am<br />drinking coffee<br />enjoying the sporadic wind<br /><br />the lightning let up and the clouds parted ways<br />and suddenly things were no longer the same<br />the earth's violent tremor was forever lost<br />and the quiet slowly drove me insane<br />without walking out of my door, i could tell<br />god's given weather no longer kept my attention<br />with light through the window cutting my room in half<br />my disdain for the contrast fueled my pretension<br />for everyone knows but they wouldn't admit it<br />singular darkness beats deciding where to sway<br />and the wind that your shutters hide you from<br />can feel amazing if you let it sweep you away<br />but as luck would have it, i've got no control<br />over storms that tend to come and go<br />so i'll just let them come whenever they'd like<br />and bask in them while they're still here to know<br /><br />but then i thought<br />nah<br />that can't be it<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~themilstead</author>
            </item>
          <item>
                <title>0908</title>
                <link>http://themilstead.deviantart.com/journal/20751264/</link>
                <guid isPermaLink="true">http://themilstead.deviantart.com/journal/20751264/</guid>
                <pubDate>Mon, 29 Sep 2008 22:07:59 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ The air smells like 8th grade again, and there I am. Sitting there in queue. The dad wouldn't let the children utter a single sound, and the mother was three times the size of her partner in crime. And neither of them looked pleased with life at all. I felt a little bad for them, but I won't say why. Because I never liked people who assume things with no basis, anyway. But, suddenly, there I was on my way back home, blasting a song that used to make me smile. It's effects have been worn out for at least a month, but I don't know where else to turn. And, walking in the door, the inevitable strikes me, just as it so familiarly did once or twice before. And I'm left here, not daring to say a word. Because if I did, I would be whining, right? Can't have that. But each day that passes allows me to wonder a little more if I had finally done myself in for good this round. Father Time hates it when I delay things, and I've suddenly just pissed him off once more.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~themilstead</author>
            </item>
    </channel>
</rss>