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Today my friends, i am going to blow you all away. i am going to attempt to actaully write a long entry about my life. i used to sit and stare at heather and sharons's tediously long entries and wonder "could i captivate an audience for over half a computer screen of text?" how is this done i puzzled, without leading the reader into boredom and letting them stray to another perhaps shorte entry? i'm still not quite sure but i am now going to dive full force into that realm of european crap.
yes, it's still springtime, heading into a nice summer here in amsterdam. but there's a difference in my life. this has not become just a vacation. it has become a journey through nights of staring deeply and contently into the eyes across from mine. the dark burst of blue that comes from the pupil to expand outward to the lighter blue of the rest of the iris. this is what i do in a mosquito infested room, yet soon to be a tent. i will continue to do this nigh after night and think about getting a job and staying for a while because of the intensity of now. he is with me and as long as this fact remains embedded into the lips of his smile i know that i can be ok and without worry in this old and curious city.
i will walk by certain things now and recall whatn happened where. i rolled my first cigarette on that side of the canal facing the used english book store from which i frequently steal books. that is the cheesy trance club i met meic in. this is where i used to walk every day with my discs spinning. look the market on waterlooplein. my old house on ferdinand bolstraat. the tram. trams 13, 5, 16 have fond memories in them.
love is going to conquer. i am at this point a silly romantic, but i think things are this way for a reason.
yes, it's still springtime, heading into a nice summer here in amsterdam. but there's a difference in my life. this has not become just a vacation. it has become a journey through nights of staring deeply and contently into the eyes across from mine. the dark burst of blue that comes from the pupil to expand outward to the lighter blue of the rest of the iris. this is what i do in a mosquito infested room, yet soon to be a tent. i will continue to do this nigh after night and think about getting a job and staying for a while because of the intensity of now. he is with me and as long as this fact remains embedded into the lips of his smile i know that i can be ok and without worry in this old and curious city.
i will walk by certain things now and recall whatn happened where. i rolled my first cigarette on that side of the canal facing the used english book store from which i frequently steal books. that is the cheesy trance club i met meic in. this is where i used to walk every day with my discs spinning. look the market on waterlooplein. my old house on ferdinand bolstraat. the tram. trams 13, 5, 16 have fond memories in them.
love is going to conquer. i am at this point a silly romantic, but i think things are this way for a reason.