BEING SICK SUCKS !!! |
You can barely move, you can hardly talkYour entire body screams at you with your every attempt to walkYour nose is leaky and vision's blurredAnd you think you're hearing things you haven't heard."Tea... Posted by the only CONSTANZA PEZET on Fri, 27 Apr 2007 11:33:00 PST |
Sweet comment from a CO-WORKER |
The Coolest Uncle: Aaron Melancon Well, if no one else is going to say it, than I will: I'm going to miss you, Constanza. Even though we only really talked in passing and barely knew one another whi... Posted by the only CONSTANZA PEZET on Tue, 10 Apr 2007 07:03:00 PST |
RISE ABOVE |
Sex. Drugs. Celibacy silenced.Healthy to feel, or is it violence?Highs. Lows. Ups, AND downs.Happy people sure to frown.Stimulation by aggravations.Too many complex complications.There IS a "key" that... Posted by the only CONSTANZA PEZET on Sun, 25 Mar 2007 04:00:00 PST |
Everywhere I Go |
Everywhere I go.Anything I eat.Every breath I breathe.Every drink I pass up,Every drink I feel I need.Every single lie,Any little truth.Things that make me cryMemories of youth.Every dirty sewer,All t... Posted by the only CONSTANZA PEZET on Thu, 22 Mar 2007 03:44:00 PST |
The Games That We Play. Oh The Humanity! |
Life is so fucking bizarre in this way: How we play, but don't wanna be played. Admit, but don't want others to be honest with us. Are honest with people but fear their honesty with us, or opinion for... Posted by the only CONSTANZA PEZET on Fri, 27 Oct 2006 04:47:00 PST |
Here it Comes |
ROUGH YEAR
Add to My Profile | More Videos... Posted by the only CONSTANZA PEZET on Tue, 27 Feb 2007 10:58:00 PST |
I am alive. |
All the bullshit somehow is not on my mind. Not now.Not at this time.Writing, drinking.... this time: Green Tea.At this moment nothing out there bothers me.I have love in my heartA job to survive... (... Posted by the only CONSTANZA PEZET on Sun, 18 Feb 2007 03:05:00 PST |
Dining room Table |
Bent legsmismatched chairssibling rivalrypulling hair.Two paintings crookedlyhung on opposing sides aboveOne of immigrant field workersOne of "The" dove.I often times wonderedwhy weren't the field wor... Posted by the only CONSTANZA PEZET on Sat, 03 Feb 2007 03:56:00 PST |
Rest Now, Pop. Oscar Ivan Pezet 1922-2004 (R.I.P.) |
My dad died recently and today marks the anniversary of his death. He did not want to die in a hospital, but he did. He wanted his ashes spread over the lighthouse in Key Biscayne, Florida by where he... Posted by the only CONSTANZA PEZET on Wed, 17 May 2006 09:45:00 PST |
This sent to me by someone I hung out with B.I.T.D.! |
One of my ol' gal-pals sent me this ..._________________________________________________________
________________OMG, so I'm sitting here all bored, pam told me to start surfing my space for ol' hanger... Posted by the only CONSTANZA PEZET on Sat, 04 Mar 2006 07:37:00 PST |