This is an odd poem about an odd habit I have. In one of my romantic sprits that I seem to have I have developed this habit of kissing my hand at night and touching the wall, the wall that happens to be right behind my beds headrest, that faces Spain. Well here a poem about it. Written in the middle of political rage that I usually get when I watch ( Read more... )

"Holiday" By Green Day ( Read more... )

I’ve been walking down these streets ( Read more... )

some astrology for me and Maria ( Read more... )

I must say that I’m a bundle of crazy felling these days, first off I’m shocked about my life and the turns that has mad. I think my mom, in a strange way has seen what Henderson would do to me if I stayed here.she is thinking about buying my car from me. This is the one of the few things that is holding me back from trying to be with María. The ( Read more... )

Hey, well today I had my picture taken with Darth Vader. I have a desperate headache. On better lines of existence. I have an overly strong want for María and I’m overwhelmed with desire. I really think I could live a life with her. I see us seeing the world and “learning” each other and “the everything”. Anywho, I took this test to see if my 2 ( Read more... )

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sorry,
i did that backwards
Gomez is the name of the group
"these 3 sins" is the name of the song
i love the british

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So I realize that I’m a mess of a person. Where do I begin? Well I’ve been all over the place in my mind this past fortnight. I begin thinking about my life, and what, if any thing might have went wrong. What was the purpose of my life? What is the reason for any life? And I wondered if I was truly alone. I came to the idea that I am alone, but at ( Read more... )