When you’re angry for the right reasons.
Where the “I love someone who’s taken” saga ends.
A week of loving.
Came to the cyber, because my laptop power cord has been missing for a few days.
REDLINE Push the accelerator. Excuse me, I meant the “gas.” Hit the gas. Watch out for the redline! Just kidding. Most vehicles have a built in protection. A rev limiter. Still. Push it to at least the last white number, every so often. Now. Downshifting. It almost feels like a lost art. Try it once… Continue reading December 9 and 10 collection
Without growth There’s no happiness I like you, for you speak your mind. Rather, your words only seem to come out when you absolutely can’t hold it in. You have taught me how to feel. And by myself I have learned how to live. Yes I am a bozo. I fucking love it. Love me,… Continue reading Today, and everyday.
What has happened these last couple of days.
An analysis by yours truly. Recently I read up on a certain Mr. Nicholas Flammel. Apparently he happened upon the secret for the philosopher’s stone by… his labour. An accident, perhaps, but we’re not here today to discuss the meaning of fate. This book was bound in brass, and was written not in paper or… Continue reading Llorando salen las lágrimas
Hoy es un día excepcional. Me siento mejor que nunca, o como mínimo, lo mejor que conozco. Siempre se puede estar mejor, sabemos que esta es la base del sistema. El punto es que no tengo ganas de escribir. No he terminado de leer los confederate papers, y es algo de lo que realmente me… Continue reading Escribiendo por compromiso