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Yea...well its really simple...i have a life and that means i have to work and i work alot, but when i'm out of work i like to relax. I love to ride my quads, hang out with my homies... ,and do lots of custom work on my car and if they pay me my friends cars. I've got a 2006 tiburon that i've put a competetion grade stereo system in and a bunch of other shit which you'll see in the pics that im getting around to putting on here. I'm not gay but i do like to write what I call short "litterary expressions of thought and emotions" I usually write them when i'm pissed off or sad or confused and don't bitch about my spelling i've been up for 31 hours and i can't think at par right now...so here is one of my new shorts... "Glutton For Punishment"...Long black smooth and soothing, her hair as soft and comforting as the knowledge of her being mine. But uncertainty reins as if it is an illness upon my mind. Is her love for me as certain and true as mine? I ask almost as if I don’t trust her, still she replies always the same reassuring way. But is it because of no trust in her, or no trust in love itself? Crushed emotionally I’ve wept for days on end, wondering how my heart could be so fragile. How could something so powerful, something that would will a being to die for another be broken by an empty phrase? As simple a phrase as “ I don’t want to see you anymore.” and it shatters like a pristine porcelain vase upon a cold coarse tiled floor. Can it ever be repaired without the scares of a past loves. Will it ever forget why it can’t trust enough to pair once more with another’s heart and become whole? Or will it be scared forever, never again to feel the warmth of another’s love? Love is trust and it can only be betrayed on so many occasions before it is completely lost. And because of this, because of the sad uncertain feeling of a spoiled heart love becomes second only to hatred and because of hatred the mind wanders and sees more or less the bad before the good which can only tarnish ones views of another. But no matter how much pain or disgust I feel I still feel welcome in the tranquility of her eyes. Although cold and blue I yearn to stare into them and get lost in a feeling once felt before. But is it love or is it hope? Is it the urge to be with or to be loved by? Or is it a feeling of compassion or just plain and simple desperation. Only time can tell what shall become of us, but there are still many more questions… Will time despise our unity and once more shatter the fragile shell of my being? What if I never let my shell become that fragile again, will I ever truly be able to love her? What if I don’t give my heart to her, or would that be the reason we cease to exist together. Or does my heart have to learn the hard way again; maybe I’m just a glutton for punishment. That of course was for an old girlfriend..not my steppers who i love very much..but drives me nuts...anyways.. I'm always up for a good chat so leave me a message or comment and i'll be sure to get in touch with ya My aol s/n is thelimppimpdaddy