paul's boutique ( Read more... )

man, t-biz is the fucking best dude. any babes who are single need to hit him up he just moved to denton...

i'm goekler and i';m gay, i love huge dick (specially up my butt)

ME GOEKLOR DUMBFACE
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ME TRUST FRIENDS ON LAPTOP
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Goddamn there's a lot of reading for my Literature in Nature class. Or maybe just comparatively more than I'm used to. It's really fascinating though. So far, we've read these essays on the dynamics of how humans define what nature is, which is often merely how we try to separate humanity and nature by defining nature as that which has been ( Read more... )

This whole weekend, I've been rattling on endlessly about all of my problems with this relationship with Karey and everything seemed to affirm to me that it was not going to work, that it should end very soon and I think we were both feeling that way. So tonight it ended and I feel relieved. It was a really good thing that happened and it re- ( Read more... )

New semester imminent. Closing in at lightning speed. What do I do? Summer happened so fast. My mouth flapped a good deal and I listened some, but what am I doing with myself and where did it get me? Here, which is home...or it used to be home. My mom's house - still feels like home, kind of. My old room though is a disaster, looks like I ditched ( Read more... )

Ugh. Why! Why! Why! Why do I give in? Why do I feel compelled to answer in my English class? To try as hard as I can to understand a story the same way my professor does? She must be substantially more intelligent than I, far more intelligent than I have a chance of ever being. That's what she communicates to everyone in the class when she asks us ( Read more... )

The windows rolling down
Her breath makes soulful sound
Wind whistles to me now
It's lost, but I have found love

God, save those mountain skies
That speak to lonely guys
Who tread those rough-hewn trails
They speak, but cannot spell right

God bless those tired eyes
Far lonelier than I
That wink at passersby
Who shrug but cannot cry, love.

Aside from having horrible, stupid hiccups, my morning is going swimmingly. I consciously decided this time around that I'd purposely procrastinate my art project away for just enough time for me to make critical decisions and execute them before the project is due, because I usually do my best work when under that kind of pressure. And the results ( Read more... )