My first survey~ (: |
FAVES AND LEAST FAVESLIST YOUR FAVORITE:sport in winter: Indoor hacky sacking!sport in summer: Skateboarding sport to watch: None, thanks.wild animal: Any kind of feline.animal for pet: My cat Caesar ...
Posted by Marquis on Fri, 11 May 2007 07:01:00 PST |
(nein.) |
I am doomed to be for eternity, regrettably,me.I am doomed to be for eternity, regrettably, me.I am doomed to be for eternity, regrettably, me.I am doomed to be for eternity, regrettably, me....
Posted by Marquis on Sat, 05 May 2007 09:55:00 PST |
Never drunk type... |
I'm straight-edge, as many of my friends well-know. So, I never "drunk"-anything. However, when I get tired, (or exhausted like most nights) I can approximate the affects of slurred brain movement and...
Posted by Marquis on Sat, 05 May 2007 09:24:00 PST |
"You Will Do Nothing." |
My inadequacy frightens me.It frightens me right into a corner until I'm ignoring frequencies and proclivities telling me not to worry. Saying I should "hang in there" and wait for the hands of some ...
Posted by Marquis on Mon, 23 Apr 2007 09:57:00 PST |
Rolling with the punches... |
Just do it.lol---'Quis
Posted by Marquis on Fri, 20 Apr 2007 10:23:00 PST |
Too Much. Too Soon. To Be Continued. |
I feel so fried! I had to stay home all day to house-sit for the rents; they went to Atlantic City. Basically I zig-zagged between practicing guitar, cleaning, and living on my computer. Must've...
Posted by Marquis on Sun, 15 Apr 2007 10:20:00 PST |
"Tip of a Thorn" |
Your eyes are wetin the morning of the call.The end to your faded photograph...Your tragic fallYour hands are dryin the autumn of the dayA bitter sadness wraps itself roundand around and fades...Your ...
Posted by Marquis on Wed, 14 Mar 2007 06:59:00 PST |
A few truths... |
1. I don't like voice mail very much. It's kind of freaky, having your friend trapped in the aural box, waiting to give you a message that you've already heard from the live (and less talkative frank...
Posted by Marquis on Sun, 18 Feb 2007 07:52:00 PST |
"Hardwood Floors" |
"Hardwood Floors." Hardwood floors. Her. Swathed in both New York City Daylight and the echoes of her laugh. Infectious. Her smile. The only thing that even comes close to the intensity of b...
Posted by Marquis on Sat, 03 Feb 2007 09:05:00 PST |
