There's so much destruction all over the world and...
When I’m 50, I want to be have the artistic ability of Morrissey and the swagger of George Clooney. My hands are callused from weight lifting. I need to start wearing gloves again.
City lights surround her; days here fade to grey. I pay the price of our distance with bags under my eyes, ones I wear with utmost pride.
Vendredi, 19/2/10 Rise, I’m sleepless, Go...
“I wonder why lately I’ve been thinking of a time, product of our surroundings and we held up the sign. I loved. I learned. We sang all the words.” You remember how I first wrote about how my classmates used to dislike me, right? Well middle school was around that time when they started to change their minds. There was just something about my newly acquired style that they...
I’ve seen through your thieving guise With youthful heart and demon eyes. Your golden gates I’ve torn apart With this rage, this poisoned heart. Your scriptures broken, your grace turned black. On words you’ve spoken I’ve turned my back. I make this war for every grave In your name and every slave Who died in vain, who suffered pain and all the blood shed for your...
Pleather jacket: Tengo un hermano que se quiere venir. Cuanto cuesta el coyote? Broncos hoodie: Tres si no quiere caminar. Dos si si. It’s like a holy pilgrimage, almost (and I’ve never partaken). Katie and I spoke about crossing for thrills in the future, once everything is in order. “We’re just taking a walk, officer…” Haircuts are a love/hate relationship....
Some random kid tried to start a fight with me...
I’ve never talked to him before in my life.
Ever and a day.
I’ve always been bothered by the fact that we’ll never recall our first moment of consciousness. I stay up at night sometimes testing the limits of my memory, but it’s like a reality I never lived. Sure, I hear the stories of how cute I was, how my late grandfather got drunk in celebration, and how I covered up my face upon being emancipated from the womb. I’ve retraced the...