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I imagine what it would feel like to become the first African American President of the United States and often I get so emotional that I begin to cry.

Why oh why must I cry?

I love the Springtime.

quiero hacer contigo lo que la primavera hace con los cerezos (pablo neruda)
Mmm, the sweet perfume of cherry blossoms lifts me 10 ft. off the earth.

Is it incestuous to be so in love with my own cat?


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Things keep going and going on and I feel like I've snapped back into reality all of a sudden, ready to defeat all tasks at hand. Like this essay in spanish I need to finish by the 1st. It must have been that awful bum the other day who brought me to my senses. Through a pane of glass I smiled to him, I hoped maybe it would bring him a delicious ( Read more... )

I wish that
tomorrow would be
the first day of summer.

I don't have a fish, but I do have a fishbowl. It's not filled with water or pebbles. Inside are small rectangles of white paper and each one has a name written on it. I don't have to read the ink to know who lives in the fishbowl. They are my fantasmitas. These little ghosts are somewhat like a fish, though. They just float in the bowl and at ( Read more... )

My name is Maggie Hawk.

Something I learned yesterday: No matter what color a rose is, it will smell just like any other color of rose ( Read more... )

BIRTHDAY PARTY AT MY HOUSE FRIDAY NIGHT.