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The Truth About David |
Tuesday, April 12
The more you ask, the less you get. The easier you make it for me, the harder I make it for you. Inside not outside, my world spins. The chase means nothing if the prize is not worth catching. I don't need to know Spanish to know more about salsa music than any of you. My soul, if I have one, is clean but not pure. I hate cinnamon and anything that contains cinnamon. Fat people are not inherently bad but being fat is not a right it's a symptom. I remember everything that is, ultimately, important. I have a bad memory. My love is a animal akin to the elephant not a cheetah. I'm not sure what that last statement meant but I'm certain it contains something important. Do not come at me sideways. I am a born figther and have mental stamia to withstand any pressure you may think you could apply. If I bought it and it's still in my name/registered to me-it's mine. No matter who is using at the moment. Yes, I am materialistic ; I'm a Capricorn. I would also like to add that I was raised to appreciate the things I have and take care of them (Thanks grandma) If you think you did something that pissed me off and I tell you "It's OK" then it is-unless I'm not smiling when I say it. Then you fucked up. I hate repeating myself unless I'm talking to children or students. I think kindness is underrated. Big, round asses are like an hypnotic beam of light shone into my brain-I find it very difficult to ignore them. My girlfriend has a big, round ass. I suck at the French language, but I refuse to quit because I am dumb. If anyone hurts my family/brother/girlfriend I will hunt them down and stab them in the throat with a blunt object. I am smart enough not to get caught for doing the above. And finally (for now): Diet Coke=Life
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