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These words are the last testament of Jesus Christ in the New World.
Tuesday, September 06, 2005
The girls of berkeley laugh at things like men. I can no more clearly express it than that. It hurts to love something this much. It's not the algia of nostalgia, unless it's the pain of not understanding why i'm no longer the person i was. Not that I want to be that person, but I envy some of the things he had figured out.
This place is strong, and the people in it are too. They're dumpy and beautiful, like i've been.
It's good to be here.
also, i want to write an existentialist murder mystery.
This place is strong, and the people in it are too. They're dumpy and beautiful, like i've been.
It's good to be here.
also, i want to write an existentialist murder mystery.
