oxymoron, not clever enough
Shallow walks of life, no have beens and skum bags. People need people. Plus Ferenc Cako .. width="425" height="350" ..
Anything that can make me get into it, country, Rancheras tambien. Maturely Hip Hop and tuned Rock with sprinkles of classical, and a splash of spanish ambient music Immortal Technique System of a down Beethoven Manu Chao Cabesaradio
Letter to the President
C-span, 20/20
Freakanomics
In reallity everyone, but essentially I don't really care for everyone on this planet, I just carry compasion for all humans roming. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . English . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . . . . . The beauty of the nature is thus extensive. You are in my life as a mountain. But as the mountains, the water, the wind, the time, taken you low moved away til stops. Its natural and I know it. I do not make responsible for it and I do not keep it. The shade of the mountain never part. The side of the mountain, where the sun if raises, never part. I eye deeply in this side, waiting the sun to arise itself on the mountain. Only the ascensions of the sun and no mountain. But each morning I look to the mountain and meeting the sun to arise myself alone. I will remain myself to procreate from the sun each day, but little by little the waves he will wash the shade, moved away. Exactly later that the sweepings of the waves close, the search of the morning for the mountain will be always there. Thus will yearn on thyself Too much beautiful junk in the trunk