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Pete from 3rd street

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About Me

I am inspired by & feel passionate about photography, guitar, wine, the ocean, films, social issues, noir art, girls with tattoos & graffitti. I'm skinny 6' 0" 158lbs, white/mexican, glasses, always changing facial hair-currently I have some sideburns, 10 inch penis, but only 6 of its real the other four are made up. While I'm making stuff up, I'm totally ripped & have a unicorn horn in the middle of my head...

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

no one, so fuck off. Unless you can hook me up with hot local singles or enlarge my penis or hook me up with a $500 Macy's gift card, then we should talk!

My Blog

I must have hit snooze

Saturday morning, 6 a.m.my alarm goes off"YOU MOTHERFUCKER, YOU ASSHOLE!"Two bums are fighting in front of the recycling center on 3rd & Pacific across from my apartment, waking me up because of a ter...
Posted by on Tue, 19 May 2009 10:17:00 GMT

Ive been sleeping alone

I've been sleeping alone for too long. There is no longer "my side of the bed," it is just "my bed."But there is no longer any vacancy in my bed, there is no room in this inn because now when I s...
Posted by on Fri, 02 Nov 2007 01:39:00 GMT

If I have to walk

If I have to walk , would you be ashamed?If my pace stutters, would I be to blame?If I can't keep up, would you forget my name?What will happen when my legs go lame? What happens when my legs drag acr...
Posted by on Thu, 25 Oct 2007 13:41:00 GMT

Mixed emotions & Hand Grenades

It's a dangerous game we playmixed emotions and hand grenadesAnd all these thoughts we savewill blow us all away And so the truth has now been toldwhen the strength starts to erodeAnd these mistruths ...
Posted by on Mon, 27 Aug 2007 15:26:00 GMT

You asked me

So you ask me, why am I here?like I have any other place to beFor what you are nowthat used to be me I can't leave you standing therebecause I've played that game tooand all the love they given to mew...
Posted by on Sat, 25 Aug 2007 16:34:00 GMT

When the bitter fruit tastes sweet

Everyday you come to see meI just want to tell you somehowthat the world you foolishly gave meI have now just run aground All the pieces fall all around meAll the shards sprinkle my mouthAnd your shri...
Posted by on Mon, 09 Jul 2007 12:18:00 GMT

A couple feet

In the middle of the weekthere's a girl at your feetShe is calling you completebut you know you're just a half When she turns up her big smileand sits with you for awhileshe is waiting for that mileto...
Posted by on Tue, 05 Jun 2007 13:05:00 GMT

sons of bitches

When your mother comes to meI laugh at her so easilyshe is the voice that you believeand that is sweet When you mom gives you adviceShe may be wrong, she may be rightBottom line, it is you lifeso live...
Posted by on Mon, 14 May 2007 19:12:00 GMT

So who is number six now?

In this world, you can never be 1no matter what you say, who you are, or what you've donetwo is the best you could possibly beBut that's impossible even for meI would settle just to be number threebut...
Posted by on Mon, 07 May 2007 17:49:00 GMT

With eyes to the ground

With eyes to the ground or don't try I lace up my boots and keep my eyes to the groundI head down fourth street to explore my townBut I decided to make it different todaybecause now I actually have so...
Posted by on Fri, 27 Apr 2007 11:42:00 GMT