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the cherries were bursting with color & juice that when squeezed they just multiplied.

my eyes turned into avocados and my skin more and more into a tomato. sliced and peeled my clothes shred and my smile larger.

my soul divulged itself 3x the bushel then my stomach.

even the dogz in chile drink

conquistadora

my conquest is done in silence.
i´ll tell you this much- im winning.
my clock is off but my heart and stomach are aligned.
my skin is bronzed with no thought of returning.

Here's to you JL.

you were always my favorite beatle.

our memories together go far back. even before my existence. You wrote my parent's song. my mom didn't know english but knew the words regardless.

I remember long road trips with your tape on repeat in the car.

thank you for your influence on music. philosophy. society. and me.

untitled

not often i'm taken seriously

my childish insides seep through my thin skin

the complexities and muck in my mind are swallowed by my simple sincerity.

help me. touch me. trust me.

jazzzzzzzzzz

brahhhhhhhhhht!

"you guys make a good partnership"

waking up to the sound of vaccumming

This only really happens when i'm home. My mom is always cleaning. even when its not even slightly dirty. But like my friend said - preventative measures always prevail. [not sure i fully agree.] It's nice that there is a full pantry and someone to cook with. I don't ever really have to leave my house because the reason i'm here is inside with me. allen has the greatest vinyl collection and so many other fun trinkets and books because of his job at the DI. allen & i were having a heart to heart, if you will, and we both decided the only people that will be your closest, most loyal friends is your family. thank god i have some really awesome brothers and parents for that matter.