A place to go for two minutes.

youll be smart when you admire yourself with obvious candor as if you're a dog gaining fun by tossing your jaw around.
fight of fun??

if he´s in the shower I'm over here spinning backwards, and theres a picture for this.

love a bus and the pizza shop. love a croissant given to you in the morning. love the two halves shared to mix flavor.
love the one who sends you money when you've got none. love the holiday which makes you eat. love the person who sits beside you. love a broken umbrella then throw it for being boring.

love a shower you don't have to heat.
and then get someone to ferret out food and eat a meal begging to be as good as zesty pad thai.
and there are the lengthening ideas that play something really Divine.

and walk down that lengthy shadow and finds its brink.

you´ll get it.

SMOKING KILLS-- II FUMO UCCIDE

MY NOSE I S CONGESTED WITH TRAFFIC.

click the pictures of things talked about:

by constructin his own mausoleum out of the city limits

now let me tell you about what ive been doing. i know this is a good topic, it will inspire you to move your feet. we woke up very early but i couldnt get up perfectly as lately ive been doing thi s thing where i sleep too much, its senseless but im trying to get organized or even just the opposite. alberto jumped in that shower and i was waiting in dreams to go after him but this is all the boring parts. it gets good here:

i went to the vatican and took ten jumps just to get thirty shots of me flying. and inside was another story becuase you had to take your hat off and be really respectful by not making jokes though the person beside me wouldnt stop cracking funnies, and i couldnt help it, it was beautiful though terribly scarry. every sunday the pope gives mass and theyre these huge TVs outside so you can stand there under all that pressure to feel the holy. i even saw his bedroom window and that didnt interest me as much as it shouldve. what kicked me was the narrow streets and those glasses hanging like christams lights over a few shops. and i wish i could write about rome in the same interesting way as that guy does on japan so heres a stab:


theres something called the vatican wall its usefull safety against invasions becusase the pope runs with his troop until they reach the end of the wall where they are greeted by "castel sant'angelo" which is also known as the mausoleum of hadrian. hadrian wanted to be a good example for rome. with an aim to teach the roman s about cleanliness. if you gthered the dead bodies and placed them outside the city it could diminish most diseases.. when you feel as if you are really dying and have lots of money get a mauseleum..

do you think suck it or suck me is too much?

you said you see this blog this has actual purpose. and its this whole quip titled super useless super powers. and shit my man couldnt get enough of it. and i was thinking to myself straightly: what the hell....

so what are you trying to say about the things i write?

im boring or something

i dont like what arriba has to say most of the time.. he thinks he knows somthing but hes retarded just like that cheesburger he ate last night. i wanted it . this is not over inforamtion. this is real life. if you dont like it dont watch movies. journalism is not going to dissapeqr because of muy blog

i make the best apple sauce in t he entire world.

meeting zec and tati at TGIF. i cant shake the american out of me most specially during happy hour. what a lame thing to say. you know whats happening at eight. mia's coming to eat chinese food wth me in the underground metro hole in my face. and you know what that means. i cant pack today. and you know what? i'm feeling really good.

guess who's turning twenty three

i got this horrible email from dad this morning and i'm startled.
there's a point when blogs become more and more less personal. this is happening to me most especially when seeing comments from weird names and you know things like that can almost really bug me. enough to consider making thoughts private. last night i had a talk with irene on me moving out and all i remember her saying was if i was still going to clean the kitchen and the bathroom and i almost threw my entire bed in her face. along with all the food in my mouth along with all the pee in my pussy. i have this odd strain on me. its enough to carry my shoulders down and walk almost like alberto and move my head satisfyingly. im thinking about the crepes we'd get in japan town, and that time with matt and miko. and playing tennis in the slums after me almost crying. last night before signing off i was trying to open up to one thing. i am a sore loser. i am not always a sore loser especially when things intimidate. but when i know i can win and its really biting me and suddenly you hit me with some hidden trick ill cry or quit or run into the bathroom and lock the door for a while. dad said worse things about me . i i feel the same with an added virus and i wont worry about my audience anymore. i cant eat anything asides from cereal but today i had a perrito and i hope you already pressed play to that song cause who doesnt like jason shwartzmen singing. i wouldnt mind anyone singing if they sounded like him or even something similarly deep.

alberto esta toma de pan y moja

no job no money so off i go to rome. if anybody knows about anything coming up soon in the local area let me know come march as thats when im heading back. not to mention in this new excitement, im leaving my house. ive decided to start bald .bold.

--when you leave im all lousy

who knows anything about being a big ball?
i do. announced the belly which gets me in loots of trouble. lately i promised myself more reality and that's exactly what's coming at me, no one wants to know it but i got the stomach flu. i would take exact pictures of what it looks like though my cameras in someone elses bin--- lost in infinity and i'm depression, like hell, just thinking of it. maybe even more so than how i feel when i think about worlds crashing or even burning intestines and inflamed things. but that's just me--materialistic. i'm better today. i think this because i can move. i finally insisted in mornings cereal w/ out shitting shortly after it. some people know what i mean and others not but its not for me to tell. alberto knows what i mean. he replaced all the sharp things i could've tripped on with fur coats. and made me a broth of choice.. i couldn't eat it. but it looked almost like sinigang minus the flavor and beef. it had a live hen inside which was actually dead and skinned. i cant believe he did it. i was in shock like i was the time i received that camera as a gift from tony. i don't have a picture of that though i have one of many other more socially conscious things, like once i had on e of me jumping really high but my dad wasn't quick enough so he created this jumping series, if i wanted i could create a movie. that time last year when drinking misso soup with my sister p was a good one because we felt very calm when eating together. and its something i really enjoy doing with people. when you have the stomach flu the problem is you loose your appetite for all things fun and when i say FUN I MEAN FOOD. and then there's no doing anything. louzy

babababa

i miss this more than anything else i know. i'm hungry for some family. though thanks to tom i get to see some live action.
brought straight from new years day

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