without the nye because i am not in spain anymore ( Read more... )

yesterday it was 103º.
i biked all the way home through a city that was a furnace.

it happens all at once, wrapped up like a swiss cake roll i would eat day after day in high school cafeteria. that is now, and i was eating the FUTURE. which means many things, like does it actually matter what i do my SP on, and can you do a watson on FEELINGS? no ( Read more... )

i hope i don´t die soon. i´ve a got a bad feeling, and all this nostalgia can´t be good.

what the light is like here:

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pierre. i mean really. making out in a club ceases to be squeezy if it is with a frenchmen named pierre. it´s more like diplomatic. he told me "you talk speed". there was a slight barrier. he said, "ne me quitte pas" but he said it in english, but i´ll pretend it was in french ( Read more... )

guess who can make crepes? c'est moi ( Read more... )

i was an accident, you know? and when i am quiet looking for the words to say, or some question that will hopefully last awhile, some stranger thought all the not-noise was nice anyway.

fig.
and would it have been worth, after all?
a class at 930 am on a friday, yay/nay? epic journeys, coming home, bruised elbow and hairless armpits.

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LOCATION : mountains and beach nearby ( Read more... )