This is what happens with free time...shit now it's just a method of procrastination
Havent updated so here we go (update as of 10/05/2006):
Poetry...it does a body good
Words are meant to be spoken but not heard. Poets dangle in between, dissecting the words into consonants, vowels, and syllables, reconstructing them into air that flows freely into your ear and is inhaled by your brain redistributing itself throughout ur body, from the brain stem down to the ends of your feet and back again. The circulation is effortless and endless. Immortality is what we obtain from these...words.
Uncultivated Rabbits
we like to breed...ART!!
Kababayan!
Kaba 1st year, YOUNG BLOODZ est. 05-05-05
Now a 3rd YEAR!!
Ok so life isnt about the bad things that happen it's about the good ones and the random moments that go in between. I know for sure that no one person on this planet looks forward to grim moments to occur to them the following day, no, they look forward to hanging out with friends, buying a book, hearing news, walking, cooking, talking to their family, and finally seeing that one person one more time only to ask for the time because they just wanna have that feeling again.
To be frank, life is a balance of physical interaction and emotion met with sleeping the night(day) before and looking forward to that beautiful morning. And that is my life's potion.
