Simply not simple. Multifaceted. Witty, sometimes pretty, my mother prefers handsome :-), Hott, heavy handed, I can be a little high maintenance, a little kinky, really sarcastic, really stubborn and crazy funny. Im into Hot things, yet I love the cold. I am a City boy, yet Im learning to love Santa Fe. I Hate being alone, but I've learned to sit with my loneliness. Addiction is my biggest fear. I love having my own space yet love having people share it with me. I'm not into cartoons, I love reality TV, love to read, LOVE being spontaneous, LOVE traveling, love shopping, (Barneys, Bergdorfs, Saks, Neimans, Dior, Prada, YSL, SoHo, Robertson... ok ive got to stop.. moving on..) I LOVE to DANCE until the sun comes up, I love sophistication and a Makers Manhattan the way Ive learned to cherish a Corona light and a cheap burrito since moving out of the city. I love true friends, I LOVE New adventures and being spontaneous. Im just trying to find my old friends and maybe meet some new ones since I just moved to Santa Fe, NM by way of Beverly Hills, CA from Manhattan... I love meeting new people and seeing where this crazy life of mine takes takes me... Message me if you'd like to hang out sometime.
-L
My AIM - wthrpltavt //
Letter to N.Y." by Elizabeth Bishop
For Louise Crane :In your next letter I wish you'd say
where you are going and what you are doing;
how are the plays, and after the plays
what other pleasures you're pursuing:taking cabs in the middle of the night,
driving as if to save your soul
where the road goes round and round the park
and the meter glares like a moral owl,and the trees look so queer and green
standing alone in big black caves
and suddenly you're in a different place
where everything seems to happen in waves,and most of the jokes you just can't catch,
like dirty words rubbed off a slate,
and the songs are loud but somehow dim
and it gets so terribly late,and coming out of the brownstone house
to the gray sidewalk, the watered street,
one side of the buildings rises with the sun
like a glistening field of wheat.—Wheat, not oats, dear. I'm afraid
if it's wheat it's none of your sowing,
nevertheless I'd like to know
what you are doing and where you are going.
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