ode to sickness and caballos
Being sick sucks balls. On the bright side, my roommate is completely crazy and we fight about everything, but it's extraordinarily entertaining and I'm slowly falling in love with her. (Catch you later Bryce!) It is true...people seem to study hard here, and party just as hard, if not harder. I saw a girl go out, get wasted out of her mind,
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and red juices flow like spilt oil
in the ever-lasting expanses
than sit in this dock--
a child with it's mommy's teet
stuck in it's mouth.
THE BLACK AND WHITE RAIN
WASHES CITY WALLS CLEAN
BUT THE RISING MUDDY WATERS
CAN'T TOUCH YOUR SOFT FACE
ETCHED IN DARK GRANITE
AND SEALED IN CHEST...
YESTERDAY'S TODAY
BUT I JUST CAN'T BELIEVE
THAT TOMORROW'S GONNA COME
SO I'M STILL TERRIFIED
THAT STATUE IS A GODDESS
AND I'LL NEVER TOUCH HER FACE AGAIN!!!
i love punk rock. actually, i just straight up love rock.
man, i want to run around argentina with an m-16 blowing shit up. i wanna go SKYDIVING!!! LET'S JUMP OUT OF A PLANE AND KISS THE SKY WITH OUR BODIES, WIND RIPPING AT OUR CLOTHES AND THEN SETTLE IN THE SWEET EMBRACE OF THE MOTHER EARTH!!!!!
if i die today, promise me you'll dance and laugh and sing at my funeral...promise me you'll never regret my death, but love my life instead...promise me that every second my heart is beating is a second that's more sacred than any god could ever be...
"i'm sooooooo tired, and turned around and scared..."
the darkest night time shadows are nothing, to my fear of not actually living.
if you can't guess, shame on you!!!
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