I hate Christmas. Don't get me wrong I love Jesus and I'm glad that he was born and died for us and all that jazz... But let's face it who really thinks about that while they are throwing elbows for the last black cashmere sweater at Macys? I wish we could get rid of all the hooha.
I'm sitting here alone and scared in the dark cause my car died. Either my radiator cracked or there's a hole in one of my lines but I'm alone and acerd and have no clue where I am I know I'm south of Montano and north of Menaul on san Pedro but the place where I died has no fucking sign on the street.
I'm gonna finish this later I'm gonna call someone to talk to me till me bro gets here cause I'm really freaking out.
About Me
- me
- Albuquerque, New Mexico, United States
- Pablo Neruda Sonnet XVII (100 Love Sonnets, 1960) I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz or arrow of carnations that propagate fire: I love you as certain dark things are loved, secretly, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that doesn't bloom and carries hidden within itself the light of those flowers, and thanks to your love, darkly in my body lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where, I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I don't know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close "Nothing in the world is the way it ought to be. It's harsh, and cruel, but that's why there's us. It doesn't matter where we come from, or what we've done, or suffered, or even if we make a difference. We live as though the world were as it should be, to show it what it can be." --Angel
