*awareness.

*every 6 seconds a person gets infected with aids. are we that stupid? or is it no one still paying attention? could't we rise the seconds to 10, or 30? or maybe minutes? 6 seconds. think about it. every 6 seconds someone gets a death sentence. [si6x6s66ix6si6x66s6i6x66s6i6x66s6i6x6six66si6x66s6i6x6s6i6x6six66]

*bilingual.

*the only aphrodisiac i need is your voice. hearin you speak my name. telling me you want me. without words i use my tongue to tell the tale of us. tracing your shadowscape.

kneeling before you, my eyes feast upon your masculinity and all it's divinity. i praise you.

because all of that is for me.

i begin to indulge myself of your delicacies. digesting semi-sweet decadence as it melts.

dripping down my chin. your taste is something that i ever couldn't recreate.

needing every atom of your anatomy, subconciously i find myself rewinding our love scenes.

in my daydreams.

seeing that face you make when you make me cum.

and it makes me want you right there and right then. thinking of you in inappropriate places i get tingling sensations in private locations where I wish to be caught between a rock and your hard place.

as wetness develops my legs begin to open.

you know my body like the back of your hands. touch me and send me into ecstasy.

my thighs quiver with anticipation of deep penetration which gets me high.

body rising

sweating.

panting.

make-up melting.

pulling my hair back.

scratching my back.

you fucking me makes me bilingual.

[jose nuñez]

*tada!

*ladies & gents. introducing the new & improved

.[me].

*today, i saw him. his eyes fixated on me. as i entered the room it felt like being really hot & sweatty and entering a really cold & chilly environment. i felt the [shock]. i thought it had ended with the heat of the summer. i thought it had ended.

but it didn't. i won't deny i tried to run away many times. i also tried to run back.

but either way i went was wrong. so i got stucked in the middle of nowhere.

but now things are different. things changed.

now...i feel free*

*sünde.

1pride :pride, 'prId

the quality or state of being proud

having or displaying excessive self-esteem

2envy :en·vy, 'en-vE

painful or resentful awareness of an advantage enjoyed by another joined with a desire to possess the same advantage

3wrath :wrath,'roth

strong vengeful anger or indignation

4sloth :'släth

disinclination to action or labor

spiritual apathy and inactivity <the deadly sin of sloth>

5avarice :av·a·rice, 'a-v&-r&s

excessive or insatiable desire for wealth or gain

6gluttony :glut·tony,'gl&t-nE, 'gl&-t&n-E

excess in eating or drinking

greedy or excessive indulgence

7lust :lust,'l&st

usually intense or unbridled sexual desire

an intense longing

personal inclination

*i carry them [all].

*tugboat.

i don't wanna stay at your party

i don't wanna talk with your friends

i don't wanna vote for your president

i just wanna be your tugboat captain

it's a place i'd like to be...

it's a place i'd like to be...

it's a place i'd like to be...

it's a place i'd be happy.

galaxie 500.

*i never meant to be [that] evil.

*so, go fuck yourselves if you don't like it.*

*assholes!*

*scheiss.

*then he prolly feels like [me]. i pitty him. it really does feel [evil]...

but in the end... it's his fault.

i blame [him].

*note to self:

*must

smoking!

quit

*le livre de ma vie.

*my life is like a fucking dan brown book. every now & then the story completely turns & twists into something tottaly different. it's been exactly 10 days since i don't post anything, i've been too busy dealing with my love life. it seems right now i should start thinkin mainly about my [blank] life, not the love one... that one should go to hell. my french teacher said i was goin to fail cuz of my attitude. he says i have an attitude. the attitude of knowing how to speak french correctly... maybe?. also, i kinda solved some issues with my loved one. he's the kindof guy that when speaks, says everything yet at the same time, says nothing. he opened up to me. he let me open up to him. i feel it was worthless, on both ends. cuz in the end... we are still going nowhere. if i got a cent for everytime he lays his eyes on me at skool i'd be a billionaire. he speaks, but i still can't figure him out. shit! it's eating me inside. if he knew how hard it is for me to know how strong his feelings are, yet, not having a way to prove it? how hard it is to feel like an idiot cuz he knows my darkest secret? how hard it is knowing there's hope in me?

hope sux!

[if he only knew]

i'm sick & tired of the game already. i got to the part of my life again where i see everyone as equals... where i see everyone like shit. i hate to get to that point, cus then i feel disgusted to be around people. i feel they're bathing me with they're shitty existence. i also realized all my life i've been giving, and also recieving... but not quite what i ask for. i got utterly tired of that too. the typical case of the woman that dates the poor, dysfunctional, with lot of issues guys (also ugly) to feel superior. to kinda help them be better. to love them unconditionally. but then, when she helps them get up again, they turn their backs at her and she becones depressed and looks for another dysfunctional guy. that's what kinda happens with me, except i don't love them unconditionally, or help them up. they're just plain ugly guys with a sense of superiority, which i find delicious and makes my game a lot easier. then i play with them, ripping their guts out, but at the same time i teach them how to be decent lovers. after that they become monsters. but since they're really inmature, they use that power erratically. that's my problem, i got tired of being the one who teaches, the one who fucks, the one who loves or the one that has to care. i'm tired of dating toddlers. aussi, je suis très fâchée. je dois quitter la cigarette. it sux! smoking was one of my 4 pleasures in life, [(being: 1.sex; 2.smoking; 3.coke; 4.sleep.)] cuz i'm back on the pill. i should be happy, in this stage of my life: i've been gettin a lot of money, they're kinda lettin me loose at home [a little], my car works again, i have lots of prospects to get busy with now and it seems i'm moving over. my dog vomited all over me today, had to wash myself with plomerito. that kinda was an intermission. gettin back on the subject, being happy scares me. it ends so fast. i hate things that end fast. i got used to them tho. my birthday is comming... so is xmass, i should be jolly about it, yet i find myself feeling kinda scared, why could that be?.

-it sux, but that's life.

*ego.

*darling, yes... you!. ya que se que te das la tarea de leer mi blog... y no solo eso, [oh nigga!] you also comment, pero sperate.. que hay mas, tambien me copias el nombre. queria decirte que gracias... si: -merci!

-danke!

-thanx!

-grazie!

...y en muchos idiomas y colores lindos.

**ay, suiti, si supieras que asi con mis (dejame corregirte ;)) braces, con mis ñañaritas, sin "teta" y sin "nalga" at least... I'm getting it, and it seems you're not!... kiza por fe@ [lo mas seguro s ke sea asi] pero eso no es nada, para los gustos los colores. :D. y desde cuando una mujer no puede darselo a los tipos de una vez?...hmm. open your mind. si solo me interesa 'eso' no veo pk no 'tenerlo'. anyways, you're not suposed to care, or do you?

***bon, de cualquier forma, mi punto es que siempre he dicho que los insultos me suben el ego. me dejan saber que por mas que me odies, me llevas siempre en mente, incluso pierdes tu tiempo leyendo todas las mierdas que salen de mi mente... me admiras, quieres ser como yo. boo-fucking-hoo. too bad!!. ahorra, haste una cirugia y sal de ese hoyo. y vete a 'arracate' el ombligo cuando tes aburrid@ para que no vengas a ensuciarme el blog.

***que linda soi, que buena stoi... como me gusto!***