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outlaw peas

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About Me

Hi. Im an apsiring photographer living in a dreams world. I'm a music fan and an art scholar.I took a trip a while ago where I saw the sun rise above the clouds, looking down upon them and perceving of time. Seeing the tops of hills, of mountains peak through my mind. I saw the wealth and the decay of my brethren, falling in ths street. I heard the rich sounds of the road seep into my perception, one mile at a time. I came and went as I desired, only stay long enough to make my way to the next "Spare some change freind?" There is a giver in us all. I wafted in and out of freindships across the nation I call home. "Hello" I reached my religion and gave my heart to another, tears streaming, eyes flying, My heart is the eye of my soul. I can see now. I threw out my thumb and passed into another world.try it somtimehttp://www.mypsace.org/Get_Layout/Layouts_2/General/A bstract/Rainbow-2

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Check out this event: Leahs Big Birthday!

Hosted By: Not the Princess..Leah KiczulaWhen: Friday Feb 08, 2008 at 6:00 PMWhere: U.S.S. Cream Walls423 NE SchuylerPortland, OR 97212United StatesDescription:Not the Princess..Leah Kiczula Click Her...
Posted by on Mon, 04 Feb 2008 08:58:00 GMT

death

I helped to set up a memorial this afternoon that I will not attend.              Recently two students at my school have been killed in bicyc...
Posted by on Mon, 31 Dec 2007 18:45:00 GMT

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! stories from when I was mad!

When I was 16 I lived in my friend Gavin's uncle's garage. It was in Florida and hot almost year round. Gavin had to let me in late at night after his uncle had already gone to bed. Sometimes I woul...
Posted by on Sun, 16 Sep 2007 02:56:00 GMT

Autobiography poem

I wrote this in class today..and I just kinda liked it so..Im sharing. (YAY)I saw the Sun rise above the clouds that hung below meI watched the purple mist float in from a white bus that smelled of do...
Posted by on Tue, 11 Sep 2007 16:52:00 GMT

Alliteration rocks my world!

Fluttering, flittering orgasmic fingerings buried deep insideFlickering fragments of imagination and small moans brought out of meLeaving me speechless and full of unspoken words waiting to be screame...
Posted by on Sat, 08 Sep 2007 20:22:00 GMT

This is what dirt sounds like

    This is what dirt sounds like so close to the ground echoing the motion of growing older, taller, stronger...The fertle plains that it has imersed itself in, thriving and spreading ...
Posted by on Tue, 04 Sep 2007 23:40:00 GMT

America

These walls are covered in blood and spit and broken finger nailsLittle girls and grown men trying to claw thier way out of these four wallsThese all seeing wallsThese walls they know what you do here...
Posted by on Tue, 04 Sep 2007 23:13:00 GMT

Adventures from the road  Whataguy!

Adventures from the road  Whataguy!   Were in Prescott, AR, Miguel and I. We've spent the past few days driving and begging and sleeping, landing us here in this town where my aunt was once mu...
Posted by on Sun, 02 Sep 2007 11:17:00 GMT

Dirtyiest Glasses Ever

Today at work, I cleaned the dirtiest glasses I have ever seen. There was green junk and blakc junk and skin junk all over them. I have decided to share these glasses with the world at large, for you ...
Posted by on Sat, 01 Sep 2007 21:26:00 GMT

Words

When you fondle my words maybe as I speak them..... Touching all their syllabic curves. Gently, with finger tips and soft lips and whispers, moans, groans slow low ones, deep vibrations of speechReve...
Posted by on Wed, 29 Aug 2007 23:10:00 GMT