Okay-- so I finally figured out how to edit my journal. Go me.
I don't really have anything intersting to report-- I was speaking with a friend of mine recently, this friend has entirely too much time on his hands, and he pulled out this report by the FDA that states that people who smoke a cigarette a day live longer then people who don't. People who smoked at one point in their lives (short period) and quiet live longer then people who don't. Though, I don't know how much I can believe this.
I am tempted to torture you all (as if anyone reads this) with some of my poetry....
no
yes...
okay..I am doing it-- just this once..if I do it again, hunt me down and slaughter me please.
First Late Notice
She adduces her lifes value as the descendant of an ancient red headed Italian warrior, riding gallantly on his steed, dressed in the latest fashions from prague and milan, emerald encrusted hilt wrapped within the confines of dirty peasant hands,
credit card debt from past mistakes.
who cares if it was true?
Running down the cobble stone streets of saint louis
pulling her hair as I bite into her neck, pressing her back
against the cold stone
"somethings about you have changed" she tells me
with a look of anticipation and a hint of fear
Im not the school boy she could take advantage of anymore
I don't really have anything intersting to report-- I was speaking with a friend of mine recently, this friend has entirely too much time on his hands, and he pulled out this report by the FDA that states that people who smoke a cigarette a day live longer then people who don't. People who smoked at one point in their lives (short period) and quiet live longer then people who don't. Though, I don't know how much I can believe this.
I am tempted to torture you all (as if anyone reads this) with some of my poetry....
no
yes...
okay..I am doing it-- just this once..if I do it again, hunt me down and slaughter me please.
First Late Notice
She adduces her lifes value as the descendant of an ancient red headed Italian warrior, riding gallantly on his steed, dressed in the latest fashions from prague and milan, emerald encrusted hilt wrapped within the confines of dirty peasant hands,
credit card debt from past mistakes.
who cares if it was true?
Running down the cobble stone streets of saint louis
pulling her hair as I bite into her neck, pressing her back
against the cold stone
"somethings about you have changed" she tells me
with a look of anticipation and a hint of fear
Im not the school boy she could take advantage of anymore
Hmmm. It just occurs to me that you are probably working on a $100,000 literature degree (blush) which -I should add- many bold and talented mavericks have done before you. I mean, didn't the Beats all meet at Columbia University? Maybe. I didn't mean to imply... Anyway, welcome, is what I meant.