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feisty.little.pistola

I am here for Friends

About Me

my music.
my dabblings in photography.

- what i plan never materializes; what i couldn't even dream of is what ends up happening.
- oh, and i have an irrepressible talent for mischief.

"This is the true joy of life: the being used up for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one; being a force of nature instead of a feverish, selfish little clot of ailments and grievances, complaining that the world will not devote itself to making you happy." - george bernard shaw.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:


guy berryman.

please lets runaway/stowaway to my loves in london so we can dance away the meanest reds you've ever seen. twist and shout instead of pout. pout. pout. of course after some family love time. i need a heart-shaped band-aid. cos, i miss you and it hurts real bad.

My Blog

as of late...

emotionless.my face lay placid as the calmest of seas.but eyes are open giving away every inch to the depths of me.i am equally excited and terrified.as much as i'm thrilled by the uncertainty of...
Posted by on Thu, 04 Sep 2008 19:24:00 GMT

weighted measures.

i live in a house with a ghostand a loonand a girl who can't find herselfburberry lingers on tear soaked pillowsnot shared by anyone elsesometimes i wonder if you're really listening to mewhen i talk ...
Posted by on Thu, 15 May 2008 11:45:00 GMT

before the dawn...

i was thinking of all of these things at my doorstep. beneath the bell that you'd ring and ring. here i still linger to pay my respects,escape or lay siege to all of these things? ...
Posted by on Fri, 25 Apr 2008 19:56:00 GMT

time for a trim.

i mean that literally...as you'll see in the photos. as well as metaphorically.haircut. he's pretty much adorable. the thinker. not a postcard. thanks very much. april blooms. exploring the...
Posted by on Tue, 22 Apr 2008 19:43:00 GMT

work in progress.

paint me with colorsthat show what you meanwhen you say you love mei’ll write you letters on tea-stained paperswith my own calligraphyi don’t want to grow older until i have tastedthe secr...
Posted by on Sat, 15 Mar 2008 08:21:00 GMT

if you dare to make sense of this...

sift through the wreckage of thoughts that cling to me and sink into my livid skin. running from fear like a new plague is spreading. racing along and i dare not slow down. even while sleeping&nb...
Posted by on Mon, 25 Feb 2008 12:13:00 GMT

its like this.

i've thought about you all day.i need your voice to fill the void of distance.finding a beautiful place to get lost... slipping away into a song's embrace and the next thing i know i see you...
Posted by on Wed, 20 Feb 2008 19:24:00 GMT

london v.2

on a wall in camden.    seeing it all for the first time in HMV.i have my own name divider thingy! valentines. complete with pink sign. afforementioned glasses.  dubli...
Posted by on Tue, 19 Feb 2008 08:21:00 GMT

twas the night before valentines...

and all through the house; not a creature was stirring...well... there's a bit stirring, actually.  there's a football match on the tv... justin and james are having business conversations. a gla...
Posted by on Thu, 14 Feb 2008 02:59:00 GMT

Anniversarybowl.

one year ago sunday, mark & aegis got married + superbowl = anniversarybowl.so we got cozy in the back yard and watched some football. and overate. and put stuff on our faces.   oh an...
Posted by on Tue, 05 Feb 2008 12:52:00 GMT