these four winds ( Read more... )

i am imaging the dialogue between myself and my creator, back whenever i was sent to earth for this life. i can imagine asking for love, for contentment. and this divine thing is saying to me, no, no, no. for you i have other plans. you will spend the whole of your young life fighting and crawling over others for love that is entitled to you ( Read more... )

"i have a lot of...shit in my life."


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your scream ( Read more... )

it's embarrassing really, how obsessed i become with some love stories ( Read more... )

people in la give me so much shit for having lived in riverside and orange county. some of the guys i work with are from south central and east la and think that i must have had a white picket fence. i find this so hilarious. sure, mira loma isn't really a hood, but it's a fucking wasteland ( Read more... )

"respect for the dead ( Read more... )

you prefer girls who are different than me
but i never asked to know what your preference is.
pretty on the inside.

you like women with soft hands and small feet
but i am a laborer, an acrobat, a walker.
pretty on the inside.

you stare at girls with small bodies
but i am long long long.
pretty on the inside.you want one night stands ( Read more... )

This land is your land, this land is my land ( Read more... )

of this bullshit mentality i've always had. for as long as i can remember. this attitude of SOMEDAY. SOMEDAY i'll be pretty. SOMEDAY i'll make something of myself. SOMEDAY i'll show them. how sad is that? that i get joy out of the sheer idea that maybe some day in the future, people who think i'm ugly and stupid now will wish they hadn't ( Read more... )