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[viralata]

Laurels party was awesome. after that, we went to marco's house and danced it up. No number of bad experiences could prove me wrong: i love latino boys. i love the way they move and dance and talk and scream and laugh and the way their eyes are dirt dirt brown like mine, and the way their hearts are big and hurt like home. i love dancing and

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Not as cool

[geechmarquise]

Yeah, well i wasnt at Laurel's or Marcos' I was in Waterfuckingeastbumblefuckmotherfuckingcracksnortingfuckingtown, and not the Heaven I found Arlington to be. I miss Santo Domingo so, it matters little that I was there less than 2 weeks ago, when you come back here where all of our sadly momentary freedoms are snatched away from us, where we are away form our oldest friends and anybody with a similar culture, where its so cold that you can't remember the warmth brought to you by your friend on a cool night in a parking lot talking nosense going through endless cigarettes and un par de chaticas. Its sad when you realize that in two and a half years a couple of kids your age can impact you more than pretty much everybody before them. Vamos a recordar los veranos en naco, las noches en el parqueo, los momnetos en Cafete, tener que buscar a maria durante una tormenta cojonuda cuando ella estaba en todos sitios y en ningunos al mismo tiempo, cuando no teniamos la preocupacion de aplicaciones para universidades y en las noches juntarnos adonde jose para comer on hot dog "con de to' ". Vas a tener que recordarte de comparar una caja de cremas y una chatica de carta blanca en mi nombre. I love you Gaba, have fun.

PS: Loca no seria jevy crusar un gepardo y una cobra. Asi podrias tener una cobra que puede moverse a 100kph?

Re: Not as cool

[viralata]

There's alot of shit about living on a fucking half lemon of an island like la Republica Dominicana, but i'm telling you... i don't really know what i would give to be able to step out into the sunlight drowing the broken cement of the parking lot, with all it's oil stains and plants growing out between the cracks somehow. Muchacho, to smell that air of palm trees doubling over and those damn chimis that Jose keeps the cart in the alley withall the rats, but we were born stray dogs, can turners, fucking viralatas who will eat and love and cry and scream and run across the street in a daze and think that we are the bellybutton of the universe.
i love you man,
you and i have history going down every line of our fucked up parallel lives.
<3

gabacha