the bulls are grand as the side of the sun, and although they kill them for the stale crowds, it is the bull that burns the fire, and although there are cowardly bulls as there are cowardly matadors and cowardly men, generally the bull stands pure, and dies pure, untouched by symbols or cliques or false loves, and when they drag him out nothing has died... something has passed and the eventual stench is the world. -bukowski
My Interests
my man. my pets. my buds.
I'd like to meet:
Music:
Led Zeppelin
Books:
The Green Mile
Heroes:
ESTEPHOTOGRAPHY.COM
My Blog
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on this day i was wondering just what made the sky blue
i was thinking if i'd ever leave this place
i saw the storm pass overhead along the sky
you'll be gone on that day i know
i'll be coming hom... Posted by little on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST
