for my first love |
adaszewski, who i know is reading:Lovers holding handsAnd falling deep in loveAnd sleeping andPassing conversationOoh, i stay wokeI stay wokeI stay wokeI stay wokePretty rings and pretty thievesWith s...
Posted by on Wed, 24 Jun 2009 02:27:00 GMT |
inevitable withdrawl |
"how you feelin'? you awight? cou. cou." -a.w.the end.
Posted by on Wed, 03 Jun 2009 00:09:00 GMT |
rationality kills our sparks looking alive in the wind |
remember that song that was sampled in that old song we used to listen to and share galactic conversations about?maybe you don't remember, clock murderer. either way, i finally found it after all the...
Posted by on Sat, 07 Feb 2009 15:19:00 GMT |
aretha franklin WHO?! |
on my new (and only edition) of who wore it best: aretha franklin sal paradise this blog is approved by tyra."fieeeerce."
Posted by on Mon, 26 Jan 2009 21:29:00 GMT |
sympathetic character |
you were best friendyou were my loveryou were my mentoryou were my brotheryou were my partneryou were my teacheryou were my very own sympathetic characteryou were my keeperyou were my hankeryou were m...
Posted by on Sun, 25 Jan 2009 06:44:00 GMT |
well, at least it's not as bad as valentine's day |
Happy birthday. I called, but no answer. I'm sure you're doing grand.Anyway, best wishes. Love and miss you.
Posted by on Fri, 08 Aug 2008 09:05:00 GMT |
you're killin' me, jenny! |
I was driving south of hwy 78. I happened upon my old lover's old house. I found myself staring at the closed up door like the day he threw me out. ______, ______, ______, I would die for you. I'm in ...
Posted by on Mon, 21 Jul 2008 22:55:00 GMT |
there's always this one question that keeps me up at night-- |
Are you my greatest love or disappointment of my life?
Posted by on Mon, 21 Jul 2008 22:30:00 GMT |
i wasnt taught it, but i sure did learn it. |
siempre supe que es mejor
cuando hay que hablar de dos
empezar por uno mismo.
i don't like being around people who can't apologize. what's even worse is when they do or say something...
Posted by on Wed, 09 Jul 2008 15:12:00 GMT |
filter |
I realized that when I feel strongly about someone or something I lose the filter in my throat. My thoughts and feelings come pouring out of my mouth and into the open. I wish I always had the filter,...
Posted by on Tue, 08 Jul 2008 11:55:00 GMT |
