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Adios, Leo.

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About Me

A picture is worth more than a thousand good words.
http://a693.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/81/l_0ced229d7 b5239bb48caaf60e83f9d04.jpg http://www.mootrealm.com/images/chomsky/white/large/chomskym edia.gif http://i12.tinypic.com/71od47n.gif .. .. Me? I'm a simple kid. I like books, art, iced cream, and computers. I like my girlfriend and I like Chicago. I like my dogs and I like the news. I like the mountains, I like kids, I like cameras. My aperture stop would be a seven, and my exit on the Green Line El is Oak Park Ave. I like swimming, I like bows and arrows. I like musical instruments and recording, and I like iPods. I don't like moldy cheese and dog poop but I do feed my dogs good cheese. I like text messaging, I like walkie-talkies, I like loudspeakers, and I like communication. That's me.
I'm set, I'm good, Life is wonderful in this neighborhood. ..Two maracas sit on my desk, two sombreros sit on my floor. I didn't hit up Mexico in a cultural American pillage; no, I just returned from a fiesta of ideas, people, and culture. That time, I didn't buy the disco suit, no, I bought the discount five-pound bag of candy for the brats to enjoy. I spoke stories as if I was some great philosopher, swearing as if Aristotle was my brother, while, in the same breath, cursing away the very action of swearing. Though that journey was in the opposite direction of Mexico, I feel that it will deliver me to the homelands that I should visit.http://i11.tinypic.com/5222f4i.png

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Adios, Leo.'s Details

Status: IN LOVE
Hometown: Whittier
Religion: Buddhist
Zodiac Sign: Leo
Occupation: Professional Lego Builder.

My Blog

An Angry Lady With a Pitchfork

Someone should punch that wench in the face, I said.She's deserved it for far too long. I'm in her area, so henceforth,she's being a jerk to all that come close.Big nuclear explosions come to those wh...
Posted by Adios, Leo. on Thu, 08 Nov 2007 12:19:00 PST

A good talking to

I am constantly belittled, often by others, but mostly by myself.If it is it true that I am sold short, by myself or by others, then I have left my own power, dignity, and truth on my bookshelf.If I h...
Posted by Adios, Leo. on Thu, 08 Nov 2007 07:41:00 PST

A Critical Analysis

A show:Twelve menOne BikeSeveral transvestitesAll deathly or death-boundSponsored by Kaiser PermanenteVIP Wristbands Jack FalfasTrain Tracks and Queue LinesExcuse me sir, I need you to get off the rai...
Posted by Adios, Leo. on Tue, 30 Oct 2007 03:04:00 PST

It’s a fusion

As these days pass by, I notice that the winds of yesteryear and yesterday and yesterhour and yesterminute are also present. I cannot escape the past, and I cannot differentiate the present to the fut...
Posted by Adios, Leo. on Tue, 30 Oct 2007 02:44:00 PST

Old layout.

:)that was my MacSpace.(click picture to see)
Posted by Adios, Leo. on Wed, 11 Jul 2007 06:46:00 PST

The White Stripe

His name was Pedro. He hardly spoke English, and my parents hardly spoke at all. This was disastrous.He said he was from a department of children something, whatever it was, it sounded bad."You, you w...
Posted by Adios, Leo. on Fri, 22 Jun 2007 09:20:00 PST

The Motorcycle

WRROOM.A motorcycle passed by, and it roared.The commending sunset reflected in the Harley's chrome exhaust, but nothing like what was happening.I sat there, adorned in a blue cap and gown, of a forei...
Posted by Adios, Leo. on Fri, 22 Jun 2007 09:05:00 PST

Capital R Reciprocate;

That exit you took about three miles agowell it all comes back, to hurt you so.A reprieve you took, rather, not this breakbecause a break is permanent, for god's sake.You realize the tarnished thing y...
Posted by Adios, Leo. on Tue, 01 May 2007 10:05:00 PST

i've parted with my past ways

become the departed, escape the heavy, ugly, painful evil spirits that hold you down. dash away, brokenhearted, push away all in this disdainful world that made you frown. sucess is measured in defea...
Posted by Adios, Leo. on Thu, 01 Mar 2007 09:46:00 PST

the seagull

the seagull smells food.he divebombs and grabs it all.now there is no more.
Posted by Adios, Leo. on Fri, 19 Jan 2007 03:46:00 PST