February 2010
20 posts
Oye
If it’s any sort of
reconciliation,
I think the pills
supress my alter
ego.
Sorry, Memo. No wonder why it’s been so…
tough.
To write, that is.
Would you rather be unhappy?
(already know the answer and you do, too).
Besos, chicos.
January 2010
11 posts
“Es gehört oft mehr Mut dazu seine Meinung zu ändern, als ihr treu zu bleiben.
...”
– Friedrich Hebbel (via germanheit)
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sex me?
Only on Tuesdays.
Ask me anything
Entra/Hace
I can’t even begin. Sorry about that.
Much. So much. So very much. Almost way too much.
I’ve been watching movies in spanish or with spanish subtitles recently. I’m starting to think more in spanish, too. It’s really lovely.
Well, I guess there are some things I can’t avoid forever…if at all.
I didn’t go to Oceanside this year. I know people will say...
baila conmigo
Who should I take to prom?
preguntarme
http://www.formspring.me/thewilltabone
“Gregory House!… Will you marry me?”
– Dr. James Wilson
- House M.D.
Guitarra.
Maybe I’ll name him Memo? It’s a “he” for sure. When I pick him up, a force overtakes me. It makes me feel that feeling. That feeling when I write…when I embody that certain…character. Someone tall, lean and strong (in many many senses). He is, physically, smaller than me, but his character and build make me taller. My voice is loud, but his is something...
Sueños dulces.
These dreams have been keeping me in slumber, but, in the waking world, they are why I can not fall asleep.
It all started with the perverted little roots of falling asleep and remembering a vivd scene of kissing another girl. Then, I had another dream that I did the same thing…only, this time, different girl and I groped her. Nothing extreme, but a development, nonetheless.
Soon, they...
Visiones.
It must have been sometime in late June…at the edge of a dock…when I peered into the water.
Visions of the Deep. An undersea excurision with our fishier friends. Or is it just life in slow motion?
Today was a helping day. A life saving day. Not my life - don’t worry.
I thought about what others are thinking. What she was thinking. Maybe I’m too paranoid? Maybe it’s...