tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82944312007-04-17T22:20:42.150-07:00naxalitenoreply@blogger.comBlogger40125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294431.post-1113957600793370382005-04-19T05:37:00.000-07:002005-04-19T17:40:00.793-07:00this is too much<br />too much of a time in my life<br />too much saddness<br />too much darkness<br />just too much<br />im closing the mothafucka down<br />and jumping ship<br />http://suchgreat.blogspot.com<br />itll be political, but no too political<br />be gentle, its a baby<br />oh, and the name thing? just call and ask<br />much love<br /><3naxalitenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294431.post-1112377173147491532005-04-01T05:35:00.000-08:002005-04-04T12:26:16.773-07:00i havent posted in like a million years (or a month... whatever)<br />and this isnt going to be long<br />if your reading this i probobly love you<br />i havent called you im probobly busy (or your in montana)<br />if you havent read the revolutionary worker on the terri schiavo case (Http://www.rwor.org) or sunsara taylors blogging (http://sunsara.blogspot.com) then you probobly (no... you just dont) dont know whats up<br />and i dont know what the fuck i want to do with this blog. its sort of sappy poetry, semi-coherent ramblings, with some literature and politcs thrown in. so im open to suggestion.<br /><br /><3naxalitenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294431.post-1110085442267562672005-03-05T03:43:00.000-08:002005-03-05T21:04:02.266-08:002 years later<br />from the day<br />my life changed<br />i remember<br />hundreds... flooding into the streets<br />people getting grabbed<br />and the war starting<br />bob avakian.... without state power all is illiusion<br /><br /><br />on march 5, 2003 thousands of youth all around the world said NO to the war on iraq<br />thoundands of high school and college students waled out of class to say NO... we stand with the people of the world... this war is not in our name<br /><br />on march 5, 2003 4o students walked out of avon lake high school<br />joined hundreds in downtown cleveland<br /><br />we joined a movement that dared to challenge the cource of this country and its imperial warpath... a juggernaut of war and fascism<br />we dared to dream.. that another world was possible<br /><br />and its not over....<br />we will change the cource of history<br /><br /><a href="http://www.rwor.org/future"> the battle for the future is on!</a><br /><br />seriously... check out bob avakian... check out the revolutionary communist party... and a vision of a whole diffrent future... resist<br />another world is possible<br />another world is possible<br />another world is possible<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">and we pledge to make it real</span>naxalitenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294431.post-1109612250365553522005-02-28T06:28:00.000-08:002005-02-28T09:37:30.366-08:00welcome home...<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">i need you so much closer</span><br />this is short<br />but come<br />come<br />come<br />come closer<br />build another world<br />build something diffrent<br />with me<br />build<br />build<br />build<br />with me<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">where im from<br />we live like its the latest<br />attraction<br /><br /></span>naxalitenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294431.post-1108511036944455852005-02-15T03:42:00.000-08:002005-02-15T15:43:56.946-08:00...i cant believe we'd ever die for these sins...<br /><br />i dont believe in purity standards<br />for friends or anyone else<br /><br />i dont believe in gods<br /><br />im just learning<br /><br />and i still believe in love and rock and roll<br /><br />and im sorry<br />for everyone<br />and everything<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">no day but today</span>naxalitenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294431.post-1108178330287441132005-02-12T04:16:00.000-08:002005-02-11T19:18:50.286-08:00The world lost a fabulous, original, and provactive voice today.<br />Arthur Miller<br />in loving memory<br />thanks<br />"We never told the truth for ten minutes in this house"<br />-from death of a salesmannaxalitenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294431.post-1108146786905333952005-02-11T02:24:00.000-08:002005-02-11T10:33:06.906-08:00i wrote it.. on the number 9 bus... get it?<br /><br />it seems as if this whole city is crying<br /><br />dark and abandoned<br />inside and outside<br /><br />devoid of meaning<br />buildings and tags;<br />faces and lives<br /><br />lost on wheels<br />lost in bibles<br /><br />drowning and abandoned<br /><br />the concrete plans of millionaires<br />call forth death<br /><br />solitary poet<br />depressed and self-righteous<br /><br />churches with broken stained glass<br />hospitals<br />all scream death<br /><br />gray construction<br />mimics faces, which imitate lives<br /><br />windows only give dark companionship<br />and no solace<br /><br />like our slow death<br />in this dead citynaxalitenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294431.post-1107230753929915372005-01-31T05:01:00.000-08:002005-01-31T20:05:53.930-08:00<i> <br />look <br /><br> <br />i find some of what you teach suspect <br />because <br />im used to relying on <br />intelect <br /><br> <br />but <br /><br> <br />i try <br />to open up <br />to what i dont know <br /><br> <br />because <br /><br> <br />reason <br />says <br />i should have died <br />three years ago <br /><br> <br />theres only us <br />theres only this <br />forget regret <br />or life is yours to miss <br />no other cource <br />no other way <br /><br> <br /><br> <br /><br> <br />no day but todaynaxalitenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294431.post-1107229969501694392005-01-31T03:44:00.000-08:002005-01-31T20:00:14.840-08:00some really good shit ive been reading, recently read <br />first mad props to <A HREF="http://www.insight-press.com">insight motherfucking press!</A> <br />for li onesto- dispatches from the peoples war in nepal and <br />bob avakian- from ike to mao and beyond: my journey from mainstream america to revolutionary communist <br /><br> <br />also been read/reading recently of note <br />jane austin- pride and prejudece <br />f. scott fitzgerald- the beautiful and damned <br />esther kaplan- mothers in the fatherland <br />barbra ehrenreich- nickel and damned <br /> <br />on the horrizon <br />anne bronte- the tennenet of wildfill hall (i think i butchered that spelling, but who has to google these things) <br />cornel west- democracy matters <br />whatever nabokov eszti gives me next <br />and excitingly in march <br />bob avakian and bill martin- marxism and the call of the furture <br /> <br />read.... <br />http://www.rwor.orgnaxalitenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294431.post-1106109150792814372005-01-18T20:32:00.000-08:002005-01-18T20:32:30.793-08:00come.come closer <br />no.no stay further away <br />forget about me <br />about us <br />come.come closer <br />no.no stay further away <br />stay out of my dreams <br />stay out of my house <br />come.come closer <br />no.no stay further away <br />i never forgot <br />never stopped thinking <br />come.come closer <br />no.no stay further away <br />get you smell off me <br />get your taste off my lips <br />come.come closer <br />no.no stay further away <br />take the dreams <br />take the tears <br />come.come closer <br />no.no stay further away <br />i hate you <br />i love you <br />its over <br />its only just begun <br />come.come closer <br />no.no stay further awaynaxalitenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294431.post-1104774621644473932005-01-03T12:09:00.000-08:002005-01-03T09:50:21.646-08:00lolita and euchre <br />cs lewis and snow patorl <br />i guess this is a new year <br />i guess im older now <br />someone forgot to send me the manual <br />on growing up <br />on being 19 and 20 <br />and then 21 <br />stuck in words and games <br />a sonnet would be <br />preferable <br />but i think i drink to much for that <br />dylan only wrote freeverse <br />i dont think anything else <br />would make me any <br />number <br /><i> lets all share our dreams <br />under a communist moon </i>naxalitenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294431.post-1104216695068353052004-12-28T02:32:00.000-08:002004-12-27T22:51:35.066-08:00im so sorry <br />im so sorry <br />im not that kind of boy <br />the perfect one <br />with the red wine on the pier <br />or the home cooked meal <br />i used to feel like i was stuck on the wrong side of town <br />now i feel like im stuck on the wrong side of town <br />but some things have changed <br />and some things haven't <br />but i need to stop drinking <br />go home and <br />make everything a little bit better <br />everything ive said has been wrong <br />everything ive thought has been wrong <br />and now ill im left with is well <br />this <br />repetition <br />i pore it all out for this screen <br />and it only feels like my life <br />maybe a little more crimson will get me <br />through the night <br />or a slight bit more repitition <br />will get me through the day <br />naxalitenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294431.post-1103353342182352312004-12-17T02:22:00.000-08:002004-12-17T23:02:22.183-08:00im not celebrating christmas this year <br />i read the headline <br />i know that you want to pump your icon <br />all over my world <br />im not celebrating christmas this year <br />i cant pretend that everythings going to be okay <br />with people like you in power <br />im not celebrating christmas this year <br />cause youll sing songs of peace <br />while you bomb entire cities <br />and im not celebrating christmas this year <br />because i wont join you in celebration <br />of your holiday of the birth of your religion <br />you front like you want peace and moral values <br />youre hollow and empty all your moral values <br />are <br />genocidal to people like me <br />and you tell me merry christmas <br />im not celebrating christmas this year <br />and ill fucking die before you people win <br />naxalitenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294431.post-1102806394881887112004-12-11T17:57:00.000-08:002004-12-11T15:11:47.430-08:00im so dirty <br />on the inside <br />and the outside <br />im getting too old <br />for the old games <br />that we play <br />that are supposed to numb everything <br />but just dredge up everything <br />like black oil from the ground <br />oh no <br />its the black from my soul <br />maybe its not like that <br />but everything seems <br />so <br />out.of.control <br />and theres little <br />to hold on <br />and little worth <br />holding on for <br />and nothing <br />no nothing <br />no no nothing <br />is rightnaxalitenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294431.post-1102482665454806492004-12-07T02:58:00.001-08:002004-12-07T21:11:05.456-08:00and that night <br />when i heard <br />i didnt know what to say <br />except that it was a mirror <br />to my own life <br />its the kind of life <br />that <br />shouldnt hurt this much <br />god damned much <br />and still does <br />cause <br />that lame ryhme <br />was the best ill ever get <br />and my god damned arms <br />are like the tree <br />that lovers carved <br />wen they wanted to tell everyone <br />how much they cared <br />that was before he hit her <br />for the first time <br />and on the other side <br />they two knew <br />how much they loved each other <br />before she was raped <br />and he dropped out <br />and they cut down the tree anyway <br />but my scars wont disappear <br />like that lost forest <br />and my feeling <br />on that night you told menaxalitenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294431.post-1101843306593866052004-11-30T05:30:00.000-08:002004-11-30T11:42:26.866-08:00why dont you believe me <br />when i tell you <br />that guys like me <br />realy arent for girls like you <br />cause girls like you <br />got bigger things ahead of them <br />guys like me hide in closets <br />and close the door <br />and live only for the <br />next day cause <br />we dont see no future <br />and girls like you <br />got a whole world in front of them <br />and girls like you <br />can take trash <br />and make art and guys like me <br />can only make trash like this <br />and <br />poets only end up as <br />old drunkerds anyway <br />and girl you got wings <br />you gotta look hard enough <br />and these closed off spaces <br />and suffecating moments <br />you can leave in the dust <br />cause girls like you <br />have so much more to live for <br />then guys like me <br /> <br /><i> <br />no day but today <br /></i>naxalitenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294431.post-1101310238705391832004-11-24T04:27:00.000-08:002004-11-24T07:32:14.546-08:00remember that night- <br />when you told me <br />that i drink too much <br />and i smoke too much <br />well didnt i tell you? <br />dont you remember what wordsworth said <br />the world is too much <br />with us <br />and it hurts <br />so much <br />cause there aint enough <br />to make it okay <br />cause its always gonna be <br />too much <br />so if i drink too much <br />or i smoke too much <br />and yeah <br />if it hurts too much <br />or i love you <br />too much <br />dont forget what i told you <br />that night <br />remember what wordsworth said <br />cause the world is <br />too muchnaxalitenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294431.post-1101194323052821552004-11-22T23:11:00.000-08:002004-11-22T23:18:43.053-08:00my father abbandoned me <br />sometime after he abandoned himself <br />i have no freinds except you <br />and <br />im so afraid <br />like this bottle your dark <br />like my flag your red <br />like my arms <br />you are crimson <br />cause i never knew love <br />until i met you <br />and your that good kind <br />thats everybody tells me is so bad <br />but i know you <br />my muse <br />i know you <br />but you know me <br />better than i know myself <br />my muse <br />cause were in the dark together <br />and pain never felt better <br />and everything <br />is <br />crimson <br />just like you <br />my musenaxalitenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294431.post-1100896641790694882004-11-19T13:29:00.000-08:002004-11-19T12:37:21.790-08:00a swirl of thoughts <br />a million words <br /><i> <br />i feel used <br />this isnt right <br />we have to save this fucked up planet <br />thanks for coming <br /></i> <br />and one of those three in the morning nights <br />with the god damned book for the 9th time <br />it hurts every time i read it <br />some nights i feel infininate <br />but most i just cry <br /><i> <br />we accept the love we think we deserve <br /></i>naxalitenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294431.post-1100632015909283162004-11-16T10:55:00.000-08:002004-11-16T11:06:55.910-08:00the world belongs to us <br />dont believe me? <br />well the world belongs to us <br />cause theres billions of us <br />and only a few of them <br />and from falluja <br />to hiroshima <br />from dresdon <br />to ohio <br />they act like they own the worold <br />and they do <br />but theres billions of us <br />and only a few of them <br />billions, have never taken it lying down <br />from chiapes to falluja <br />from nepal to peru <br />and even in ohio <br />the world belongs to us <br />in gaza and rammalah <br />kaffiah, gun, and rock <br />is shaping the future <br />and falluja is not alone <br />baghad <br />sammara <br />all of iraq can not be tamed <br />with guns and planes and thousands of soldiers <br />do you get it yet? <br />the world belongs to us <br />look in nepal <br />where 70 percent is ours <br />started with two guns <br />and peasents have lands <br />and the sisters are free <br />get it now? <br />cause they got big guns <br />and bigger weapons yet <br />religion <br />empire <br />democracy <br />but guess what <br />the world belongs to us <br />cause theres billion of us <br />and only a few of them <br /> <br />naxalitenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294431.post-1100580694781424862004-11-15T20:12:00.000-08:002004-11-15T20:51:34.783-08:00i only do surveys i take from eszti.... heres this <br /> <br />-last word you said: you <br />-last song you sang: some random get up kids song <br />-last thing you laughed at: your mom <br />-last time you cried: today <br />.PRESENT. <br />-what's in your cd player: in the car is a bob avakian talk (bobavakian.net) in the bedroom is mineral <br />-what color socks are you wearing: argyle, duh! <br />-what's under your bed: nothing, i dont use a frame <br />-what time did you wake up today: sometime after i was supposed to be in class <br />.FUTURE. <br />-what is your career going to be: getting paid for reading books? <br />-where are you going to live: fuck if i know, i do <3 ny but who knows <br />-how many kids do you want: none.. but i want to be an uncle <br />-what kind of car will you drive: something hot and little <br />.CURRENT. <br />-current hair: scandanivan blonde, but kind of dirty just got it cut so its sort of pre-shag with just enough product <br />-current clothes: argyles, chucks, low rise jeans cuffed, hoodie, tight black tee shirt, jean jacked <br />-current jewelry: friendship bracelet <br />-current annoyance: lack of alcohal <br />-current smell: glacier bay and smoke <br />-current longing: true love... obviously <br />-current desktop picture: the revolutionary internatinalist movement logo- a world breaking through chains <br />-current favorite music artist: hawthorne heights <br />-current book: the real life of sebastian knight- nabokov, collapse of the 2nd internatinal-lenin <br />-current worry: skrilla <br />-current hate: bush <br />-story behind your username: indian maoist gurriallas, look it up on the internet <br />-current favorite article of clothing: scarves <br />-one person you wish was here right now: jacqueline <br />-line from the last thing you wrote to someone: they suck <br />-i am happiest when: coffee.cigarettes.books.demonstrations.making out <br />-i feel lonely when: right now <br />-favorite authors: joyce, dylan thomas, mao, steinbeck, bob avakian, sallinger, <br />-do you think too much: you cant <br />-if you could live anywhere in the world, where: rolpa, neapl <br />-famous person you have met: some obscure communists i think are really cool, the dude from piebald, the smashing pumpkins <br />-do you have any regrets: 'forget regret, or life is yours to miss' <br />-sex or love: love... but deffinetly both <br />-favorite coffee: good... black dark and bitter... but that doesnt mean bad <br />-favorite smell: nag champra, glacier bay, cigarette, bree <br />-what makes you mad: imperialist fucks <br />-favorite way to waste time: driving <br />-what is your best quality: my body! <br />-are you currently in love/lust: jesse hudnutt is lust... im not in love with anyone persay <br />-what's the craziest thing you have ever done: there was jail, and drinking and driving in high school, some random sexcapeds <br />-any bad habits: smoking, which i love... <br />-do you find it hard to trust people: it's not hard, it's just that i dont' do it much. <br />-last thing you bought yourself: coffee <br />-bath or shower: shower for the love of god i love showers <br />-favorite season: summer <br />-favorite color: pink, red, black (hows that for indicision) <br />-favorite time of day: whenever night begines <br />-gold or silver: silver <br />-any secret crushes: do i have secrets? who the fuck doesn <br />.FASHION. <br />-how many coats and jackets do you own: lots and lots <br />-do you wear a watch: no, but i wouldnt mind one htough <br />-favorite pants color: grey jeans <br />-most expensive item of clothing: i have some dressier things from keneth cole, like a jacket... that may be it <br />-most treasured: great jeans <br />.YOUR FRIENDS. <br />-do your friends know you: a few <br />-what do they tend to be like: gay, pretty, liberal, and from the westside <br />-can you count on them: most of the time <br />-can they count on you: some of the time <br />.LAST. <br />-last book you read: yeats sellected poems <br />-last movie you saw: half of enemy of the state (i live with a fucking film buff) <br />-last movie you saw on the big screen: jesus... its been so fucking long i dont remember, coffee and cigarettes i think <br />-last show you watched on tv: sabrina! <br />-last song you heard: your no rock and roll fun, sleater kinney <br />-last thing you ate: chicken <br />-last time you showered: a few days ago (we onlly have a bath in my apt.) <br />-last time you smiled: "you have made me smile again, in fact i might be sore from it, its been a while" <br />-last person you hugged: eszti <br />-last person you kissed: fake or real?... bastards i dont kiss and tell <br />-last person you talked to online: mitch <br />-last person you talked to on the phone: jacqueline <br />.DO YOU. <br />-smoke: lots <br />-do drugs: sometimes <br />-drink: yes... for love of god yes <br />-sleep with stuffed animals: not in a few years <br />-play an instrument: no... <br />-believe there is life on other planets: its seems likely <br />-read the newspaper: the motherfuckin revolutionary worker fools <br />-have any gay or lesbian friends: do i have any non gay or lesbian friends? <br />-believe in miracles: certailnly not <br />-consider yourself tolerant: depends <br />-consider police a friend or foe: foe... deffinetly...deffinetly foe <br />-like the taste of alchohol: most <br />-have a favorite stooge: no... umm <br />-believe in astrology: no, but i read my horescope <br />-believe in magic: no <br />-pray: certailnly not <br />-go to church: not for church <br />-have any secrets: sure <br />-have any pets: no <br />-go or plan to attened college: cleveland state, but my hearts at elmhurst college <br />-talk to strangers: yeah sure <br />-have any piercings: not yet <br />-have any tattoos: i have a few in mind... <br />-hate yourself: sometimes <br />-wish on stars: not for serious, but we are stardust <br />-like your handwriting: have you seen my handwriting? <br />-believe in witches: no <br />-believe in ghosts: no <br />-believe in santa: no <br />-believe in the easter bunny: this is getting ridiculous <br />-believe in the tooth fairy: sus <br />-have a second family: not cohesive <br />-trust others easily: depends <br />-sing in the shower: frequently <br /> <br />these never are as much fun as they look <br />maybe well get a poem tommorw, who knowsnaxalitenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294431.post-1100301176142284982004-11-12T15:05:00.000-08:002004-11-12T15:12:56.143-08:00<i> you were up all night </i> <br />530 am <br />codine <br />burritos <br />coffee <br />nabokov <br />and anything <br /><i> anything </i> <br />to dull the pain <br />to save me from myself <br />this warm coffeeshop <br />aint nothing <br />like whats inside <br />me <br />and last night <br />the wind snaked through the trees <br />like the cold down my spine <br />and the emptiness inside <br />cause whats in my heart <br />doesnt match my head <br />and me feet wont follow <br />anything <br />but a throbing electronic beet <br />that tells them to <br /><i> run </i>naxalitenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294431.post-1099860767420931562004-11-07T13:50:00.000-08:002004-11-07T12:52:47.420-08:00cold wind <br />exposed skin <br />chbosky <br />moshi moshi <br />god damn it <br />faster faster <br />life doesnt move <br />life beats <br />like two hearts lying together <br />spilled wine <br />sylvia plath <br />god damn it <br />faster faster <br />lifes moving before i can jump <br />but <br />god <br />damn <br />it <br />im gonna live <br />passion <br />faster faster <br />wurthering heights <br />taught me a lot <br />about how to live <br />but more importantly <br />about how to write life <br />god damn it <br />faster faster <br />so much passion <br />you hurt your fingers on the keyboard <br />but thats better than hurting your arm <br />with a fucking razor <br />no time to pause there <br />cause the worlds moving <br />jump on <br />god damn it <br />faster faster <br />im a poet <br />god damn it <br /> <br />naxalitenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294431.post-1099765463965037102004-11-06T13:30:00.000-08:002004-11-06T10:26:58.873-08:00lawrence mass <br />1912 <br />tens of thousands of women textile workers go on strike <br />to demand fair wages and better hours <br />safe working conditions <br />overtime pay <br />an end to child labor <br />they are brutally attacked <br />housed firebombed <br />children harrased <br />leaders jailed <br />two young women carried a banner <br />"we want bread yes, but roses too" <br />and aint that the truth <br />and aint that what our lives need to be <br />but aint that god damned hard <br />cause its always good films <br />and bizzare hookups <br />redwine and degrassi <br />the format and old d/c records <br />joni mitchell told me to be a free man in paris <br />bertolucci painted it on the screen <br />fitgerald touched my soul with it <br />its always been going_home <br />but now i just want to leave <br />they told me to live like its the latest attraction <br />but i do it hiden in a closet and a corner <br />where no one can see inside of me <br />tyring to finding an escape <br />go back down back to my sweet home <br />but god damn it <br />red wine and sex and books <br />wont change the fucking world <br />but neither will bread alone <br /><i> bread and roses <br />bread and roses </i>naxalitenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294431.post-1099373438829658932004-11-01T21:21:00.000-08:002004-11-01T21:30:38.830-08:00we've had a million moments <br />no not a million <br />525600 <br />to be precise <br />'cause thats how i measure my life <br />and your voice made me giddy like a school girl <br />as much as i miss how it was <br />i know it wont be like that again <br />but i just want to be part of your life <br />i need you to be a part of my life <br />you might be doing fine without me <br />but im not doing fine without you <br /><i> the prettiest girl, to enter this dump. she drank all of the whisky <br />but she left the rum, and tonight ill take what i can get </i> <br />ill be a little creapy, i am getting old <br />and i think thats why ive learned some things <br />that brought me back to you <br /><i> <br />making out <br />long drives <br />brown eyes <br />guys the just dont quite fit in <br />dishing the dirt on the whole class <br />talking the big smack <br />playing the fool <br />wearing all of the latest fashions <br />bucking the new trends <br />wearing your old threads <br />coffee in the evenings <br />waiting through all of your bad bad days just to end them with someone you care about <br /><b> dreaming of things so impossible </b> <br /></i> <br />i still love it all <br />i think you do to <br />naxalitenoreply@blogger.com