when she's thirsty
nobody knows,
which way her sympathy goes.
Or why her sad sister
With her nose
On her toes
Has to face the nighttime snakes alone

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I’m writing this to be posted at a later date…because despite my generosity in bringing my laptop to France, exposing her to different places and cultures she was a bit shocked by the French, withdrew and refused to connect. She saw very little of Paris from the inside of her case ( Read more... )

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AAAAaaaaahhhhhh
mayday mayday...
spain is winning the war.
megan down...
megan way down.

i need a home!

mierda.
joder.
de puta madre.
polla...
cono.

How are you Megan ( Read more... )

Encontré la habitacion de mis sueños ( Read more... )

Gone, growing, glowing, going.
can't break the rhythm.
without my knowing
lines and lines.
of colored lines
surround and circle my sad face.

my cup has been capped
and it spills on the counter.
more and more and still more flowing
their mops won't seep.

my sloppy susan
i want more
than meaningless besitos
on the kitchen floor.

Well, I broke the running seal so I can write to vosotros now. I told myself I wouldn’t write again until I was pleasant enough to and since my moods are so dependent upon my exercising that could not possibly be until I went for a good ‘ol Spanish correr. I woke up at 7:10 and went to Parque de Retiro with a Davis triathlete and a Santa-Barbaran ( Read more... )