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	<title>down in me &#187; Melancholy</title>
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		<title>To know what it&#8217;s like you in me</title>
		<link>http://downinme.com/2010/02/17/to-know-what-its-like-you-in-me/</link>
		<comments>http://downinme.com/2010/02/17/to-know-what-its-like-you-in-me/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 17 Feb 2010 20:41:32 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ani Smith</dc:creator>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://downinme.com/?p=2102</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[I feel like I want to know something about you, to know what is about you, your limbs, but it&#8217;s really more subtle than that, this something. To know what it&#8217;s like you in me. Perhaps because you&#8217;re the first to show me some kindness, some kind of. And me, I am very compassionate. I [...]]]></description>
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		<slash:comments>2</slash:comments>
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		<title>Dear Sometime Reader</title>
		<link>http://downinme.com/2009/08/12/dear-sometime-reader/</link>
		<comments>http://downinme.com/2009/08/12/dear-sometime-reader/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 12 Aug 2009 19:52:12 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ani Smith</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Melancholy]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://downinme.com/?p=1716</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Hi,
I have been going through a thing. But my god I miss you. I think about everything we don&#8217;t share and I feel crazy happy. Or neutral. I am remiss. It is easy to back and forth all day with nothing to show for it at night. I wanted to tell you that True Blood [...]]]></description>
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		<slash:comments>10</slash:comments>
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		<title>Chairs have no eyes</title>
		<link>http://downinme.com/2009/04/21/chairs-have-no-eyes/</link>
		<comments>http://downinme.com/2009/04/21/chairs-have-no-eyes/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 21 Apr 2009 19:33:54 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ani Smith</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Melancholy]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://downinme.com/?p=1388</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[ Lights are off save screen glow and the room is five below optimum. There&#8217;s a baggie of musty moist greenery on the coffee table like richly soiled fresh-cut clove grass times 50 billion. It makes my tongue curl and water. Also water bottles, fresh and cool and a bowl of rock candy on fancy [...]]]></description>
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		<slash:comments>6</slash:comments>
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		<title>Bureau of Change</title>
		<link>http://downinme.com/2009/03/23/bureau-of-change/</link>
		<comments>http://downinme.com/2009/03/23/bureau-of-change/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Mar 2009 19:47:42 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ani Smith</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Melancholy]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://downinme.com/?p=1293</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[I put the dinars in your mouth and we go off down the&#160;boardwalk.
How can we justify each other&#8217;s nightmares if we&#8217;re both too proud to throw them out to watch them flail in the open water. I put more pesos in your mouth. Third-world hungry currency for your world-weary country throat. You never did like [...]]]></description>
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		<slash:comments>2</slash:comments>
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		<title>The motherfucking pitch</title>
		<link>http://downinme.com/2009/02/16/the-motherfucking-pitch/</link>
		<comments>http://downinme.com/2009/02/16/the-motherfucking-pitch/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 16 Feb 2009 17:05:32 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ani Smith</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Melancholy]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://downinme.com/?p=1103</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[The pitch. You know, the pitch. The pitch for the book man, the pitch the&#160;PITCH.
Fuck.
What are you doing? I don&#8217;t know. Exchanging a momentary thrill for a lifetime of office christmas parties and crackers. Not sleeping. Eating poorly. Drinking in moderation. Where are you going with all of this, you had it in your mind, [...]]]></description>
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		<slash:comments>6</slash:comments>
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		<title>Romantic interlude</title>
		<link>http://downinme.com/2009/01/12/romantic-interlude/</link>
		<comments>http://downinme.com/2009/01/12/romantic-interlude/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 12 Jan 2009 20:46:11 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ani Smith</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Melancholy]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://downinme.com/?p=825</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[For weeks, this idea in my head. Big strong guy, light features, white shirt; he leans over a girl, a brunette. Places a large hand on the crook of her neck and it nearly covers her shoulder to ear. Soft he pulls her to him, she willing. They kiss. Surprised and pleased by her ready [...]]]></description>
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		<slash:comments>7</slash:comments>
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		<title>Yours truly</title>
		<link>http://downinme.com/2008/11/16/yours-truly/</link>
		<comments>http://downinme.com/2008/11/16/yours-truly/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sun, 16 Nov 2008 18:55:34 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ani Smith</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Melancholy]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://downinme.com/?p=733</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Hi,
Thank you for writing me. Sometimes, when I&#8217;m reading your words, I press on my laptop screen to make the light ripple and pretend I can dive into the electric sea and reach you. I have to stay content with listening to our favourite bands and reading about your misadventures in the Pacific Northwest. I [...]]]></description>
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		<slash:comments>11</slash:comments>
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		<title>Sometimes I&#8217;m someone else</title>
		<link>http://downinme.com/2008/09/08/sometimes-im-someone-else/</link>
		<comments>http://downinme.com/2008/09/08/sometimes-im-someone-else/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 08 Sep 2008 21:16:09 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ani Smith</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Melancholy]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://downinme.com/?p=215</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[We navigate through the wild life in each other&#8217;s gardens, like a symphony that&#8217;s missing certain, essential instruments. We touch a wild flower here and dodge an ornery bee there, but we don&#8217;t get the aerial view, nor do we show it. Where once there was green grass, now sits a hardened slab of concrete, [...]]]></description>
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		<slash:comments>7</slash:comments>
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		<title>An incongruity between what a writer says and what he means or what is generally understood</title>
		<link>http://downinme.com/2008/06/29/an-incongruity-between-what-a-writer-says-and-what-he-means-or-what-is-generally-understood/</link>
		<comments>http://downinme.com/2008/06/29/an-incongruity-between-what-a-writer-says-and-what-he-means-or-what-is-generally-understood/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sun, 29 Jun 2008 15:01:06 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ani Smith</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Melancholy]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://downinme.com/?p=242</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[You are the most quite tender soft beauty girl alive! Well, the fifth most, anyway. I give you a dildo called Christian Bale and you tell me it&#8217;s a mathematical equation of&#160;fact.
I know, but like, who cares,&#160;right?
I&#8217;m glad the temporal association to this particular aural sensation is a downturn statement of superbly low intensity. What I mean [...]]]></description>
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		<slash:comments>2</slash:comments>
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		<title>Riptides</title>
		<link>http://downinme.com/2008/05/05/riptides/</link>
		<comments>http://downinme.com/2008/05/05/riptides/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 05 May 2008 14:52:39 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ani Smith</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Melancholy]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://downinme.com/?p=222</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[I was created solar, seafaring, sanguineous. Carved from embattled men, rallying cries and rape. The product of colonial tiles set in the sun baked bones of a well-structured terrace. My salty tears were used to water the crops, raise the tides of the dusty river and pound the white linens clean. My earthly nature robbed; [...]]]></description>
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		<slash:comments>6</slash:comments>
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		<title>Iteration</title>
		<link>http://downinme.com/2008/04/13/iteration/</link>
		<comments>http://downinme.com/2008/04/13/iteration/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sun, 13 Apr 2008 17:48:13 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ani Smith</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Melancholy]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://downinme.com/?p=208</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[
Once there was and once there was not, plenty of time in which to co-exist and extinguish the various flames while looking into eyes streaming with sincerity. Scattered showers cleansed the forests and motorcycles made love to popsicle sticks that glow. Droplets of sparkle-clean mountains made us laugh. Anguish and austerity, we barely glimpsed through [...]]]></description>
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		<slash:comments>5</slash:comments>
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		<title>Unbroken</title>
		<link>http://downinme.com/2008/01/06/unbroken/</link>
		<comments>http://downinme.com/2008/01/06/unbroken/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sun, 06 Jan 2008 16:35:50 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ani Smith</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Melancholy]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://downinme.com/2008/01/06/unbroken/</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Following is the original, un-fucked with version of this: I wrote something for you but I broke it. I’m&#160;sorry. 
No childhood memories. I spent a few years systematically hacking away at what I thought were the bad memories, not realising - okay, not caring - that I was not only wiping the slate clean but wiping [...]]]></description>
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		<slash:comments>9</slash:comments>
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		<title>Idle fancies, vain imaginings</title>
		<link>http://downinme.com/2007/11/18/idle-fancies-vain-imaginings/</link>
		<comments>http://downinme.com/2007/11/18/idle-fancies-vain-imaginings/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sun, 18 Nov 2007 16:55:46 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ani Smith</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Melancholy]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://downinme.com/?p=149</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[No one steals a glance. I&#160;don&#8217;t.
Spend the day in that woolen haze, where time passes us by, as it forever has; our awareness wading through this thickly muddled murk. Our vanity, idle fancies that fancy&#160;themselves.
Woolgathering, comatose, serene, in waiting. Surrounded by tall grass. Feigning alertness while waving away the smoke. Worlds away, flickering the stars, bouncing in the [...]]]></description>
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		<slash:comments>9</slash:comments>
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		<title>Fair Weather Lust</title>
		<link>http://downinme.com/2007/08/28/fair-weather-lust/</link>
		<comments>http://downinme.com/2007/08/28/fair-weather-lust/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 28 Aug 2007 22:40:29 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ani Smith</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Melancholy]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://downinme.com/?p=108</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Off to hire a convertible again? Your search for the sun amuses me. You know your sensitive skin is unaccustomed to the burn. Why aren&#8217;t you satisfied in your own place, your native homeland with your birth mother who tended to you&#160;with utmost care?
The city cries out for you today and all you can do is wave her [...]]]></description>
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		<slash:comments>5</slash:comments>
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		<title>Flight 844</title>
		<link>http://downinme.com/2007/08/20/flight-844/</link>
		<comments>http://downinme.com/2007/08/20/flight-844/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 20 Aug 2007 19:42:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ani Smith</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Melancholy]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://downinme.com/?p=99</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[
Absent-minded, I watch you take off, day after day. My ears full to bursting with the rumble of your roar. The ground grumbling beneath my vibration. Lifting your nose towards the clouds, your glistening wide body glides effortlessly off the strip. Overwhelmed with the need to crawl inside you and feel you hoisting me away, [...]]]></description>
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		<slash:comments>5</slash:comments>
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		<title>Commonplace</title>
		<link>http://downinme.com/2007/08/17/commonplace/</link>
		<comments>http://downinme.com/2007/08/17/commonplace/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 16 Aug 2007 23:05:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ani Smith</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Melancholy]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://downinme.com/?p=100</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[I slowly open my eyes again. This near impossible task will be my biggest achievement for the day. But you&#8217;re not there to mouth your approval. I head out without breakfast, as usual. No one giggles a command of protein to start the day&#160;proper.
Right turn on the wrong street and from the opposite side. Who [...]]]></description>
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		<slash:comments>11</slash:comments>
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		<title>Want for Nothing</title>
		<link>http://downinme.com/2007/07/25/want-for-nothing/</link>
		<comments>http://downinme.com/2007/07/25/want-for-nothing/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Jul 2007 18:31:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ani Smith</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Melancholy]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://downinme.com/?p=82</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;m not lovestruck, lovelorn, lovesick. Two girls in my bed and love piled in the corner. Lying on either side of me, pink flesh and honey-coloured bottoms whispering obscenities through my mind. Uncovered, we explore ourselves and each other in turn surveying the vast, internal landscapes. Their cold, white feet kiss my insides as we [...]]]></description>
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		<slash:comments>6</slash:comments>
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		<title>The London Paper</title>
		<link>http://downinme.com/2007/07/19/the-london-paper/</link>
		<comments>http://downinme.com/2007/07/19/the-london-paper/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 19 Jul 2007 20:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ani Smith</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Melancholy]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://downinme.com/?p=76</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[VictoriaDistrict line at 7:35 on Monday morning. I searched for identifying features, I know some of them, enough of them to know. I looked strangers in the eye but saw past them. They&#8217;re not you. Not what I know of you. Not what I&#8217;ve seen of you. But if I saw you, would I know [...]]]></description>
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		<slash:comments>8</slash:comments>
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		<title>i want my mommy</title>
		<link>http://downinme.com/2007/07/02/i-want-my-mommy/</link>
		<comments>http://downinme.com/2007/07/02/i-want-my-mommy/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 02 Jul 2007 19:44:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ani Smith</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Melancholy]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://downinme.com/?p=63</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Olfactory memories wafting in uninvited and perhaps imagined. I&#8217;m doing something or nothing and it hits me. Someone walks by or doesn&#8217;t, wearing her perfume or not. A soft breeze brings it creeping through the window, tickling my&#160;nose.
There&#8217;s two distinct fragrances. The first she wore when she was frozen in time for me, at age [...]]]></description>
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