so many of my friends have opted out of my friendship because i was going to get away from this site and because i really haven;'t been around. so cool... yeah really...no really cool. but i got a special offer and so here i am. what i really wanted was to also make a point.
THERE ARE ART FACISTS ON THIS WEBSITE!!!!!
okay let me state my postion. i have a unique taste in art that is in no way dependent on what other people say but i do take into account what others have said about pieces especially when i feel they deserve my consideration. who am i to be able to do that? well i am a talented writer and that's it. nothing much nothing special. but i like to think all the time i sacrefice to becoming better and exposing myself to life amounts to something. what have i experienced????
well too much to just put here without page after page... but a bit of sypnosis okay:
i am twenty-nine, borken hearted once when a teenager without knowing what real love was and once when i did and she had become my bestest friend(i do make use of sarcasm and irony in my spelling). shortly after the end of that i hopped into another kick ass relationship(less than a few hours), we danced in a piazza without any music except that of drunken horns and conversation. 9/11. got held at gunpoint. no biggie i laughed at the guy and tried to short change him. then i i was raped. fun. then my good friend died from a heart attack at the ripe age of twenty-six. then well i got drunk. tried to fix a relationship too late. she jetted and i cracked up a bit. then i tried to pretend i understood everything going on around me. didn't work and joined the army during a few wars. and well i went to war. reasonable enough? sort of. and after sixteen months in iraq i'm on my way to reclaiming frredom and my sense of self. i have survived the outside, war and myself. i lost alot and i'm still ready to push all my chips in the middle.
so party on wayne! and cheers salute nastrovia slapp on the ass and fucking rock on cause time flies when you're getting old.
chris;-)
THERE ARE ART FACISTS ON THIS WEBSITE!!!!!
okay let me state my postion. i have a unique taste in art that is in no way dependent on what other people say but i do take into account what others have said about pieces especially when i feel they deserve my consideration. who am i to be able to do that? well i am a talented writer and that's it. nothing much nothing special. but i like to think all the time i sacrefice to becoming better and exposing myself to life amounts to something. what have i experienced????
well too much to just put here without page after page... but a bit of sypnosis okay:
i am twenty-nine, borken hearted once when a teenager without knowing what real love was and once when i did and she had become my bestest friend(i do make use of sarcasm and irony in my spelling). shortly after the end of that i hopped into another kick ass relationship(less than a few hours), we danced in a piazza without any music except that of drunken horns and conversation. 9/11. got held at gunpoint. no biggie i laughed at the guy and tried to short change him. then i i was raped. fun. then my good friend died from a heart attack at the ripe age of twenty-six. then well i got drunk. tried to fix a relationship too late. she jetted and i cracked up a bit. then i tried to pretend i understood everything going on around me. didn't work and joined the army during a few wars. and well i went to war. reasonable enough? sort of. and after sixteen months in iraq i'm on my way to reclaiming frredom and my sense of self. i have survived the outside, war and myself. i lost alot and i'm still ready to push all my chips in the middle.
so party on wayne! and cheers salute nastrovia slapp on the ass and fucking rock on cause time flies when you're getting old.
chris;-)
cahrizz:
back in drunk!