you are CPR certified in my book love. expert an in reanimation.  

aqua vice escape, back to the assurant shore present set beneath my feet, almost dry lovers sun shines warm against my skin, but the tide strikes high and again hammering at the knee, pummeling balance dragging me back far and deep into the qualmy sea again soaked in uncertainty, choking on the enfeebling water, blinded by the salty surf. once again reaching for the shore. last site seen, she's throwing me a life saver.  

cycle, cycle, learn those lessons over and over , cycle, break it. let us take a bat and a shovel and distroy that washing machine that drowns our lives into believing that the stains and rips are ment to be washed away forgotton. that our favorite shirts have to stay mint. thats not life, the most comfortable shirts are paper thin and holy. 

there's more there 

safe journey's man. 

apppreciate me~you, like me~you, love me~you, respect me~you,  

needles dedicated to the ex, managing to congragate a googleplex of bad karma in this life, your next few lives will suffer surely. it boggles the mind how there are people out there like yourself that are so wrong and yet live with themselves with out a hitch, even fool themselves into thinking that they are right. gosh darn. its sad for humanity. so sad. liars cheaters and thieves. note to self from now on only associate with women with some self respect. bunica says "peekaboo garbage"  

:) . looks, touches, motions, heart beats, dancing in the kitchen to no conventional tune. those are my favorite ways to talk.  

like a champion.