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notes from peru
I'd never openly admit this, but my love for maria is slowly wanning. I don`t know if it'll peak again, but I think I`m fine about the whole idea. If we break up, great, I can go on to greener pastures, and if we stay together, we`ll try to work things out. I set boundries and limits and expectations. None of them are out of the ordinary. ( Read more... ) -
On Perception and Ideology
Measurement in an age of precision and quantum mechanics creates a high demand for standardization. To maintain the global community both congruous and sane, science has become somewhat obsessive compulsive in it's experience of the world. And, justly so it maintains these pillars of perfection ( Read more... ) -
valentine's day and single
Both have become almost synonymous. I've never been in a relationship on Valentine's day. -
To The Only Man I Ever Loved
Heath Ledger...
You Were The Only Man I Ever Loved,
(My first and my last)
And as the days progress,
the depth of my sadness will lengthen, for
I will miss you!
I will miss you each day I
wear a dress shirt or roll up my sleeves,
lead the way or ignore my pet peeves
I will miss you everyday I
put on my boots or light up a square
collect money for a dirty ( Read more... ) -
whose misadventured piteous overthrows
I'm a little teenage twat - this I know.
I'm full of self-deprication and angst - duly noted.
Now, my literary intentions may lie in the thematic complexities of Bradbury, Dostoevsky, Kafka, Orwell, Rand and Somerset, but at the end of the day my mind's simplicity is drawn into books by Alex Flinn, Julie Anne Peters and the legendary anonymity of Go ( Read more... ) -
life on a silver platter
I didn't really understand that whole statement about having to like yourself before you can like anyone else. Now, I live and breathe that quote as many before me have and many after me will. Although people who constantly spew sunshine and rainbows into this world generally make me ill, I've been caught in a rut of sorts. Dare I say it?
I have ( Read more... ) -
It's a wonderful life
George George George...
Lassos the Moon for little ol'Mary Hatch
You know, I'm eighteen years old and I've never seen that movie until my VCR accidentally recorded it last night. Suicidal rampages do seem all the rage in the "George" Archetype, but let me interject this tid bit of truth:
Guardian angels are very underated.
I grew up in a spanish ( Read more... ) -
Pity him for my betrayal
The more I think about it,
the more I come
come to the conclusion that:
I am not the misfortunate one
I have not been cheated on
I should not pity myself prone
I pity him, who knows not what ills his better half has committed and knows not what treasonous sea his heart's ship is in the middle of. Yes, pity I do, for I with stroke of will alone, titleless ( Read more... ) -
spanish poetry?
Mi tudor
Tal Residente de ese nombre
ni trompa canina l'enontraria,
Aunque'n Guerra, l'Flor de Victoria
Sonríe para solo un hombre.
Tu, mi vida, no existiras siempre
y'n tiempo dejaras tambien mi cuerpo
Pero t'absencia, mi Flor, me llena'dentro
con mas dolor qu'ocuparia mi muerte.
Yo no soy el dueño de la verdad.
pulgar incapaz de tapar un sol,
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