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Well oke secondhand from Tiquestar. Bfree’s installation for an exhibition at Iguapop Gallery in Barcelona. Technorati Tags: bfree, iguapop, gallery, exhibition, art, artist, illustration
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Well oke secondhand from Tiquestar. Bfree’s installation for an exhibition at Iguapop Gallery in Barcelona. Technorati Tags: bfree, iguapop, gallery, exhibition, art, artist, illustration
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lmfao ,, shat ,, * rolls eyes*
Vicki's version of the thing !!
yo homie do ya still lyke my biatch grace? [if yes] oh off the hook! she lykes u too my crazy little pimp [lad buzz's] later homie
,, for people who dont know mog is going to ask that but
Normal
well her normal
im not going to say who it is
cuz im nice like that
heehee
well more lates homies !!
x-xxXxx-x
Holes
strange thoughts on this quiet morning in weeksville... a odd presence still lingers in my room, of thoughts and feelings left incomplete. confusion and uncertainty... fear and loathing... could this have happened for a reason? or am i just another nameless junkie, wasting away? as the sun continues to rise, and the mist clears, will too my answers? or will i be left in the abyss as my surroundings elevate around me...? left in this cold dark to be swallowed by oblivion...
well i'm not quite sure about all of that, but it was fun to write :) either way, i am still kinda confused about things... things that i do, and things that i feel... i'm not quite sure the meaning of some of these things... but i feel that there are somethings still incomplete with me... holes that i cannot fill with everyday materials... not drugs, nor people, or any other tangible thing for that matter. i doubt that these holes are to remain emptie forever, and i also doubt that i am the one that dug these holes in my life... i beleive them to have been there all along... and since i have holes, i tried to repair myself, like any human would... filling them with useless and meaningless materials... drugs, girls, work, possesions, anything that i can cling to and think about... i beleive that these holes are to be filled with knowledge... thoughts, inspirations, creativity, and other things that promote self-growth and a better life style...
uncertain in your taxonomy,
you wonder around, homie,
maybe i was talking about myself in that poem i wrote last night? its hard to remember, since i wasn't conciously writing that poem... i hadn't realized that it was soo.... um... like it is, until i read it this morning... but i like it... perhaps it crawled out of one of those holes that i was talking about... the holes that just never seem to get filled up no matter how much knowledge i put into them... and maybe thats a good thing? that these holes never fill up? stuff goes in there i'm certain, and it does stay there (i have a good memory) but they never get filled up... perhaps this is to inspire me to fill them? or to always leave me feeling emptie? HUM...
perhaps i pick up intangible things from everywhere i go, and everything that i do. Filling my holes daily with the knowledge (or by other means, some sort of information) that i come across. everyday growing and seeking to fill the holes in my existence. will i ever fill them up? or will they swallow everything i give them?
strange thoughts on this quiet morning in weeksville... a odd presence still lingers in my room, of thoughts and feelings left incomplete. confusion and uncertainty... fear and loathing... could this have happened for a reason? or am i just another nameless junkie, wasting away? as the sun continues to rise, and the mist clears, will too my answers? or will i be left in the abyss as my surroundings elevate around me...? left in this cold dark to be swallowed by oblivion...
well i'm not quite sure about all of that, but it was fun to write :) either way, i am still kinda confused about things... things that i do, and things that i feel... i'm not quite sure the meaning of some of these things... but i feel that there are somethings still incomplete with me... holes that i cannot fill with everyday materials... not drugs, nor people, or any other tangible thing for that matter. i doubt that these holes are to remain emptie forever, and i also doubt that i am the one that dug these holes in my life... i beleive them to have been there all along... and since i have holes, i tried to repair myself, like any human would... filling them with useless and meaningless materials... drugs, girls, work, possesions, anything that i can cling to and think about... i beleive that these holes are to be filled with knowledge... thoughts, inspirations, creativity, and other things that promote self-growth and a better life style...
uncertain in your taxonomy,
you wonder around, homie,
maybe i was talking about myself in that poem i wrote last night? its hard to remember, since i wasn't conciously writing that poem... i hadn't realized that it was soo.... um... like it is, until i read it this morning... but i like it... perhaps it crawled out of one of those holes that i was talking about... the holes that just never seem to get filled up no matter how much knowledge i put into them... and maybe thats a good thing? that these holes never fill up? stuff goes in there i'm certain, and it does stay there (i have a good memory) but they never get filled up... perhaps this is to inspire me to fill them? or to always leave me feeling emptie? HUM...
perhaps i pick up intangible things from everywhere i go, and everything that i do. Filling my holes daily with the knowledge (or by other means, some sort of information) that i come across. everyday growing and seeking to fill the holes in my existence. will i ever fill them up? or will they swallow everything i give them?
the god has returned, breakfast, sacred of all that is sacred.
this is fucking ridiculous. i'm not pissed off about the immigrant shit, i'm pissed off at a bunch of stupid highschool kids that dont know anything about politics and think their RACE is being attacked by the government. this protest bullshit just stalls the amount of time that respect and acceptance will become second nature in this country. i know honest to god that a lot of the bullshitting scumfucking assholes that protested in that shit, at white, at tj or at any other dimwit breeding DISD school are just a bunch of idiotic, dipshit mother fuckers that want to look like tough shit because "theyre a minority in this country and everybody hates them"(bullshit), they drop out of high school because they dont think education is important and actually try to keep their "oh so superior" race in a cruddy lower part of society. its seems to me just the same as white folk that scam people to stay rich. all those teenage gangster mother fuckers that think theyre tough shit in the world because theyre so called foreigners here, so if a bunch of irish or jewish or japanese immigrants came to mexico they have the right to bring their own nationality or race to the shit lower class and just keep their "sacred" respect of being a fish out of water intact?
i'm not mexican, i'm costa rican, my parents didnt come here looking for a better life and they came here legally.
i think hispanics, and shit, anyone trying to start new life in a foreign place should start where they should for a better life: education. that way, they can ACTUALLY make a difference in politics and really do something about it.
PS
teenagers cant vote anyways so those god damn highschool dropouts that are protesting didnt make a difference anyways.
i'm not mexican, i'm costa rican, my parents didnt come here looking for a better life and they came here legally.
i think hispanics, and shit, anyone trying to start new life in a foreign place should start where they should for a better life: education. that way, they can ACTUALLY make a difference in politics and really do something about it.
PS
teenagers cant vote anyways so those god damn highschool dropouts that are protesting didnt make a difference anyways.
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