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Overcome the notion that one must be regular. It robs you of the chance to be extraordinary... From poetry, music, rantings, fashion or just anything that is going on in this jungle I call my mind.
Hell Kitty Road trip love, Little sister’s headphones, my nails and watch. I will never out grow my Hello Kitty!
11 months ago on July 01, 2011 at 08:08pm
New York is where the heart Lies
Didn’t bring my journal on this trip so, had to start writing this on here:
Why can’t I seem to settle for Boston?
Why must my heart reside in New York?
My mind is at ease here in Boston
My lips are always full of joy
My spirit relaxed
And yet I can’t seem to commit to this place
Boston offers me everything I possibly need and perhaps one day come to desire
But at night when all is silent and I am laying in its traquil peace by heart begins to whisper
He begins taunt my mind making it restless
It reminds the mind of what it has suppress of the thoughts and memories that it has long tried to forget and had neglected
My mind whispers back ” Please just let me rest”
The heart taunts the mind “New York is the only place that has every truly made you happy”
The mind getting aggravted snaps back “But you forget my dear frenemy that although New York has been the only one to truly make me happy it has also been the one place to also make me truly miserable, dragging me into darkness and pain”
TO BE CONTINUED
12 months ago on June 04, 2011 at 03:48am
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
Title: Americano
Artist: Lady Gaga
11 plays
I completely love this album!!
AMERICANO
I met a girl in east LA
In floral shorts as sweet as May
She sang in eights in two Barrio chords
We fell in love, but not in court
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
I don’t
I don’t
Aaaahhh America
Americano
Aaaahhh America
Americano
Mis canciones
Son de la revolución
Mi corazón
Me duele por mi generación
If you love me
We can marry on the west coast
On a Wednesday,
En el verano en agosto
I don’t speak your
I don’t speak your
Languagono
I don’t speak your
I don’t speak your
Jesus Cristo
Aaaahhh America
Americano
Aaaahhh America
Americano
I will fight for, I have fought for
How I love you
I have cried, for I will die for
How I care
In the mountains, las campanas
Están sonando
Todo los chicos, y los chicos
Se están besando
I don’t speak your
I don’t speak your
Languagono
I don’t speak your
I won’t speak your
Jesus Cristo
I don’t speak your
I don’t speak your
Americano
I don’t speak your
I won’t speak your
Jesus Cristo
Aaaahhh America
Americano
Aaaahhh America
Americano
Aaaahhh America
Americano
Aaaahhh America
Americano
Don’t you try to catch me
Don’t you try to catch me
No, no, no, no
I’m living on the edge of
Living on the edge
Of the law, law, law, law
Don’t you try to catch me
Don’t you try to get me
No, no, no, no
Don’t you try to catch me
I’m living on the edge of the
Law, law, law, law
1 year ago on May 29, 2011 at 09:53am
