Karl

.. width="425" height="350" .... width="425" height="350" .... width="425" height="350" ..My dear friend, what is this our life? A boat that swims in the sea, and all one knows for certain about it is that one day it will capsize. Here we are, two good old boats that have been faithful neighbors, and above all your hand has done its best to keep me from "capsizing"! Let us then continue our voyage—each for the other's sake, for a long time yet, a long time! We should miss each other so much! Tolerably calm seas and good winds and above all sun—what I wish for myself, I wish for you, too, and am sorry that my gratitude can find expression only in such a wish and has no influence at all on wind or weather! ---NietzscheMy mom makes me melt. I’ll probably forget your name once, twice, forty-four times but I’ll remember you and what you let me know you’re about. I was raised memorizing rap lyrics, idolizing mighty mouse, basking in cilantro-scented kitchens, and taking in more lessons then I’ve attempted to teach. I’ve probably read more issues of Cosmopolitan magazine then most straight men, thanks Miluska. Bitchin’ about time, I’m not down with. I’ve gotten up more times then I’ve fallen. I miss the days when hip-hop was fun. I’m sorry ya’ll, but Peruvian food is better, real talk. I believe that nice recognizes nice. I make eye contact with those who ask for money. My chess game is nasty son and my Xbox skills will make your palms sweat. I’m a middle child who likes to think that I don’t hold any of the baggage that it comes with. I make a mean lomo. Passion, however it may come, inspires me. Conspiracy theories I save for dessert. You can usually catch me cheezin’ it. I find myself taking on a lot more then I anticipated. I am enamored of intelligent Latin women. In fact, people in general fascinate me. You can’t tell me the bay isn’t about to blow up. Some things may slip a bit here and there but, for the most part, I hold things together pretty well. I don’t try to be anything but approachable and open. Few musical artists have escaped emulation behind my shower curtains. My sauce stays thick...