music of the moment: Mew's She Came Back for Christmas
holding the door for someone, not kick the fuck out little rascals that crosses path, taking photos of someone is taking a crap, going all the way to the other side of the city to meet a homie, buying simple cheap as hell presents for the fuck of it, take a great number of tequilla shots for a friend, not molesting a drunk female counterpart...
and another ga-fucking-zillion tiny gestures gibberish that people do to make someone's life better.
correct-o-fucking-mun-do. those are miniscules that that sums up to something gargatuan. the sort of buggering gibberish we know not of, but we unintentionally do to woo others around us feel myriad better. still, it is perhaps the best thing that has ever blesses a poor monotonous fucking soul because of you fucking did or did not fucking do.
which means the gesture/effort that we've achieved in life for somebody isn't because we want to do it, but rather, because we didn't know we did it. does that mean that, in foundation we're great but when we want to show people how generous a muthafucker we are, it's not emphasized on that simple uncollective fact.
fuck all, we're buncha confused wankers. or maybe i'm just confused.
[will you believe me i got so fucking wasted, i couldn't even sit but i manage to grave that shit into my head last night]
8:18 PM
that fucking traitor
liEw, 18 and since 2002, 270lbs, 5ft, brazilian chinese russian icelander hybrid, black eyes, short black hair, racist, antisocial, semi-alcoholic, ignorant, exhales profanity, black-poetry fanatic
