Jan 9, 2018
Las dos mediocres rozando lo absurdo y lo cómico.
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Las dos mediocres rozando lo absurdo y lo cómico.
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damn it i think i've injuried my knees... i have a bad feeling about this...
recently been fucking busy didn't write anything
only want to cry a lot
*sob*
So
I know I am basically talking to myself, but, I am really excited. - I decided to start writing again an I am purchasing a GoPro. I'm going to start my journey of traveling. Take saving money more seriously and shit like that and record and document my travels. Fuck yeah man.Â
03.22.2014
No concrete idea why I posted this in my IG account but I can still remember how happy I was during that day.
Because the sun finally shined on me again after the storm.
I'm really drunk and my friend made me the cutest sammich and cute into four triangles and I'm pretty fucking happy with life.
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Higher Love
The truth is; I’m sick of love And sick with it Tight throat, sore eyes Its rules and regulations Trivial restrictions On a wandering heart.
Burns, a biting whisky Solace in a dingy bar Reminiscing and rooted In the fucking past. Sick to the very marrow. Butterflies with jagged Titanium Edges, cutting at the inside Of a fragile stomach. Shaking fingers Like broken Winter leaves Rattling in the intrusive Breeze And flicking when syllables are fluttered Spewing serrated wings and acid, Dyspraxia, sullen cheeks twitching
As Springs sunrise emerges  This one did not Rise, Rise, rise From the ground As the spectre did, Floating, and carrying the dark away Gleaming and hot as Hell. But steadily, as warm breaths of life Waft, lazily over sun kissed skin Bountiful pleasures And assuredness of warmth And beauty. In the fresh morning air Filling empty lungs With glorious life The never ending supply To free freedom. The welcoming of birds In their many To the inexplicable magnitude Of the Suns rising brow, Soft dew, tingling refreshing As the caressing wet green tendrils Of the earth Wrap and envelope Love. I am sick  of jenga-block love Upon a designer see-through Table. I am sick with jenga-block love Upon a designer see through Table. I am blooming and inspired With every lug To fill, a happily insatiable appetite For now.
The whole of the message says "No Money Required" hell yes.
LUB
lub is lovely