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“We met at the wrong time. That’s what I keep telling...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m9xt83o4rm1qexhouo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://posporia.tumblr.com/post/30999954115/we-met-at-the-wrong-time-thats-what-i-keep"&gt;posporia&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;“We met at the wrong time. That’s what I keep telling myself anyway. Maybe one day years from now, we’ll meet in a coffee shop in a far away city somewhere and we could give it another shot.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://pumpkinkush.tumblr.com/post/40134670593</link><guid>http://pumpkinkush.tumblr.com/post/40134670593</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Jan 2013 19:57:40 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Classic</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Classic Tarantino.  Django kept me entertained the whole time from start to finish!  I highly suggest you grab some tickets on a free evening when you&amp;#8217;re in the mood for some fresh vengeance. That is, if your stomach can handle it.  Blood, blood, blood, and more blood.  His early works like Pulp Fiction had such gore, and such a great plot that the viewer could not avert their eyes.  For his newest production, he does the exact same thing with slavery and with a lineup of great actors and actresses.  So grab some popcorn, as expensive as it is which is a pain in the ass, and get ready to go back in time.  Just remember, the D is silent.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://pumpkinkush.tumblr.com/post/40134028861</link><guid>http://pumpkinkush.tumblr.com/post/40134028861</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Jan 2013 19:49:51 -0500</pubDate><category>Django</category><category>moviereviews</category></item><item><title>May I ask you a stupid question?</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Go right ahead, I love stupid questions&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://pumpkinkush.tumblr.com/post/39492392686</link><guid>http://pumpkinkush.tumblr.com/post/39492392686</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Jan 2013 14:38:20 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/97f45306f2076b68afb0a2b228027de6/tumblr_meyaol5zKQ1qkyz1oo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://pumpkinkush.tumblr.com/post/39481588797</link><guid>http://pumpkinkush.tumblr.com/post/39481588797</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Jan 2013 11:55:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>ASK ME ANYTHING: NO QUESTION IS A STUPID QUESTION</title><description>&lt;p&gt;pumpkinkush.tumblr.com&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;pumpkinkush.tumblr.com&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://pumpkinkush.tumblr.com/post/39481533811</link><guid>http://pumpkinkush.tumblr.com/post/39481533811</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Jan 2013 11:54:08 -0500</pubDate><category>ask</category><category>me</category><category>anything</category></item><item><title>It&amp;#8217;s cold out there again.  All the alcohol and weed are beginning to percolate from my body...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;It&amp;#8217;s cold out there again.  All the alcohol and weed are beginning to percolate from my body system.  It has been an interesting start to 2013, and I like it.  I&amp;#8217;m seeing most of all my old high school friends, drinking, smoking, and laughing; the key ingredient.  Also, movies!  Where would I be without them?  The anticipation of what is going to happen, where it will take place, the substance of the acting, and the final denouement of the plot is what has me hooked.  Whether it be drama, comedy, thriller, or horror, I&amp;#8217;m hooked on the business. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;An interesting thought for processing: The only reason these people are on TV is because of the looks on their faces.  The expressions that they make are also important, but its how their natural face portrays these expressions to the viewers.  If that actor did not have such a shiny bald head and piercing eyes, where would his career be?  If it wasn&amp;#8217;t for those beautiful teeth and luscious lips, where would she be?  Appearance, appearance, appearance.  &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;But then I snap back to reality.  Not only are the faces and voices of these entertainers intriguing, but their skills are worthy as well.  Entertainment success is not just handed to you on a silver platter with a fork, knife, and napkin folded so eloquently that you don&amp;#8217;t want to distress it, but it comes with hard work as a side dish.  Nobody said anything was ever easy, and I know these actors and actresses know that.  They work persistently to be where they are now, and to top it all off, they wait for the right moment and opportunity to present itself.  There is a place in the world for everybody, even if you don&amp;#8217;t have the most gorgeous face or iron board abs.  Don&amp;#8217;t worry, you can be the Hugh Jackman of photocopying, you just wait until that opportunity shows itself in the mirror.  Just don&amp;#8217;t forget to kick it in the ass once you see it!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So this New Year is a time for us to all find a little celebrity in us and begin to change our old ways in whatever way possible for us in order to be a little more satisfied with what God has given us.  I&amp;#8217;m about to do a little workout right now, what are you doing?&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://pumpkinkush.tumblr.com/post/39481313875</link><guid>http://pumpkinkush.tumblr.com/post/39481313875</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Jan 2013 11:50:20 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_meb213SGGE1qctyjdo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://pumpkinkush.tumblr.com/post/39314710549</link><guid>http://pumpkinkush.tumblr.com/post/39314710549</guid><pubDate>Mon, 31 Dec 2012 12:13:40 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Back Of It</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Sometimes I just can&amp;#8217;t resist you.  The glare in yours eyes once I step into the door is firing with intensity and warmth.  Some sort of balance is between us and keeping us leveled.  We have done the relationship thing before, but what is it we are really doing now, in this moment.  &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We step into the shower naked.  The warm water begins to build inside the teel painted tub.  There is no light but the light being let in by the window.  I&amp;#8217;m surprised I am actually a part of this right now…should I stop?  We haven&amp;#8217;t seen each other in so long and I thought we were going on independent roads.  The water touches the bottoms of our feet and hits our back.  Instant warmth and surprise touches our skin.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She moves closer to me and I move closer to her.  That irresistible force is between our lips now.  We talk about our naked bodies like they were the daily news.  Conveniently, we bathed.  It was calming and cleansing.  I wasn&amp;#8217;t confused, I was intertwined.  Things began to heat up and we graduated to different levels of sensation.  &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Next I knew we were in bed, constantly creating a consistent erupting noise between the bedpost and shutters.  Sometimes, she can be just so warm and comforting.  &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Her presence can sometimes be found in the back of my mind.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://pumpkinkush.tumblr.com/post/39292544373</link><guid>http://pumpkinkush.tumblr.com/post/39292544373</guid><pubDate>Mon, 31 Dec 2012 03:00:50 -0500</pubDate><category>relationships</category><category>bed</category><category>naked</category></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m9oc0v9LMQ1r2s1lro1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://pumpkinkush.tumblr.com/post/39291947376</link><guid>http://pumpkinkush.tumblr.com/post/39291947376</guid><pubDate>Mon, 31 Dec 2012 02:49:09 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m1xqkm6bIS1qjfd19o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://pumpkinkush.tumblr.com/post/39291798374</link><guid>http://pumpkinkush.tumblr.com/post/39291798374</guid><pubDate>Mon, 31 Dec 2012 02:46:16 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>ship-and-anchor:

(via Riding for the feeling - Jean-Baptiste...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m70nskdCz11qjfd19o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://ship-and-anchor.tumblr.com/post/27004196221/via-riding-for-the-feeling-jean-baptiste"&gt;ship-and-anchor&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;(via &lt;a href="http://journal.jeanbaptistesinniger.com/Riding-for-the-feeling"&gt;Riding for the feeling - Jean-Baptiste Sinniger — Journal&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://pumpkinkush.tumblr.com/post/39291730502</link><guid>http://pumpkinkush.tumblr.com/post/39291730502</guid><pubDate>Mon, 31 Dec 2012 02:44:57 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/89abea8bcc2a3920a1365a09a79e1200/tumblr_mep3x4j4jQ1qbbejoo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://pumpkinkush.tumblr.com/post/39291459321</link><guid>http://pumpkinkush.tumblr.com/post/39291459321</guid><pubDate>Mon, 31 Dec 2012 02:39:50 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Detainees Of Guantanamo Bay</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So last night while I was with my friends watching the ridiculously creative screenplay of Harold and Kumar: Escape from Guantanamo Bay, I couldn’t help but actually begin to wonder about the maltreatment of the prison’s detainees and what our high maintenance guards do to keep the order in check at these isolated places.  Of course, Harold and Kumar is a fictional story explaining the unbalanced ways of the Bush administration during a post-9/11 scenario including explicit presumptions of sexual abuse by guards and outrageous instigations of simple idiotic stereotypes.  That is what the point of Harold and Kumar is, and always will be.  Guantanamo Bay on the contrary, is a real place, where concrete security is overshadowed and is always under surveillance.  In 1903, Guantanamo Bay was first used as a naval base for the United States while slowly separating from the Cuban Castro’s political unbalance.  Located at the southern tip of Cuba, this prison camp is completely surrounded by dry climate and barbed wire fences.  Once you are in here, you’re in here.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;            There have been some relatively negative and positive remarks about the detention center for military combatants.  Some believe that its interrogation policies are a little too brutal for comfort, and others believe that these accused prisoners and terrorists’ rot on the cold concrete beneath them.  The release of explicit photographs showing prisoners’ face suffocated by a mask and shackles between their two feet are uncomfortable realities to grasp.  Throughout Guantanamo’s history, laws have been proposed to the Secretary of Defense office in relation to legal rights, interrogation practices, and screening priorities.  It was only in 2004,  that the Combatant Status Review Panel (CSRP) began to sit down and properly ask a detainee the details of their presumed terrorist negotiations and decide whether that prisoner was worth of Guantanamo Bay or not.  Innocent until proven guilty?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;            Conditions under the roof in Guantanamo Bay were most certainly not the most ideal.  Cement floors, hooded masks, and shackles, were all used to remind the prisoners of the harsh environment they deserved to be in.  But really, this place may have been a luxury to some of the combatants who may have had a home more gruesome and eerie as Guantanamo’s.  The next step in order to relieve oneself of the excruciating pain being pored on by the qualified guards was to attempt to commit suicide.  Was there another way out?  In 2002, of the 600 prisoners who were locked up, 27 tried to kill themselves.  That is a number that changes every year, but to most is no surprise when fixated in a camp so viciously known.  October of 2003, the Red Cross began to see some signs in psychological instability throughout the wards, and I could only imagine the coping process that was recommended to the detainees, or if there even was any.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;            Even in such a place where presumed hate flows uncontrollably, justice can be found.  This is only one statistic of one year, but in 2004, 38 out of 558 combatants were found to be of no harm and were clear to leave the prison.  There could have been a mid-morning epiphany that a prisoner may have had that suddenly flipped on a switch that caused the authorities to eat as much information as possible and allowed that man or woman to be free.  The human eye can see and feel things so real that no matter what may have happened in a previous decade or life, changes can come.  One sight, phrase, action, or reaction, can lead to mind altering ways of another.  Harold and Kumar were lucky to get out, but some were unlucky enough to get in and find their path.  We can only prevent this War on Terror one step at a time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://pumpkinkush.tumblr.com/post/39291390896</link><guid>http://pumpkinkush.tumblr.com/post/39291390896</guid><pubDate>Mon, 31 Dec 2012 02:38:34 -0500</pubDate><category>Guantanamo Bay</category><category>thoughts</category><category>justice</category><category>prisoners</category></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_md9faf1vGy1rkgsueo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://pumpkinkush.tumblr.com/post/39206287186</link><guid>http://pumpkinkush.tumblr.com/post/39206287186</guid><pubDate>Sun, 30 Dec 2012 04:37:46 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Bed</title><description>&lt;p&gt;As we lay in bed with our eyes closed and our skin warm,  I think of how soft your skin is and how I simply cannot resist it.  Where do we go from here?  I ask myself.  Let&amp;#8217;s not worry about that, just enjoy what this night has become.  If at first you don&amp;#8217;t succeed, you pick yourself up and try again.  I knew we would be hitting it off once we were fixed on each others eyes for more than the natural awkward standard time.  I just made up a new time zone for the human eye.  I just wanted to drink some beers tonight and maybe get lucky, but tonight was a little something else.  I engaged in an intellectual conversation with someone who could actually respond to my semi-charismatic statements.  I&amp;#8217;m not talking to a damn wall, which I could very well have been if my original plans had still been in tact.  But no, a couple of beers in, I made my move, and things are rolling again.  Rolling in sheets full of sweat and exuberance.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://pumpkinkush.tumblr.com/post/39205899186</link><guid>http://pumpkinkush.tumblr.com/post/39205899186</guid><pubDate>Sun, 30 Dec 2012 04:26:24 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Don’t forget your booties, it’s a #winterwonderland...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/b14e74fa804e9ac28a5ca00ecc635846/tumblr_mftprvSxws1r4jrb2o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don’t forget your booties, it’s a #winterwonderland out there&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://pumpkinkush.tumblr.com/post/39180891152</link><guid>http://pumpkinkush.tumblr.com/post/39180891152</guid><pubDate>Sat, 29 Dec 2012 22:02:18 -0500</pubDate><category>winterwonderland</category></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/0bce4394174488c4dc60d87c4d684c5e/tumblr_mezio5USr91rkrqvwo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://pumpkinkush.tumblr.com/post/39117064189</link><guid>http://pumpkinkush.tumblr.com/post/39117064189</guid><pubDate>Sat, 29 Dec 2012 04:21:31 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/3d9a11002ee681b458ba5b4f77449de7/tumblr_mfhibgXRIZ1r2gk1ko1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://pumpkinkush.tumblr.com/post/38993769858</link><guid>http://pumpkinkush.tumblr.com/post/38993769858</guid><pubDate>Thu, 27 Dec 2012 19:38:54 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>thewhiskysocial:

Safety.
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&lt;p&gt;Safety.&lt;/p&gt;
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