lips r witnesses
Age: 25 years old
Location: chicago, IL
Status: Single
Gender: Male
Orientation: Straight
Hometown: Houston, TX

Messenger: benjig02

11.18.08 Last Login

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Pinkfuzzyllama Says...
Nov 18 '08 | 5:20 PM

Nope, plane tickets are too expensive.
Pinkfuzzyllama Says...
Nov 16 '08 | 10:08 PM

Lol it was good I guess, I didn't really do anything :)..but thats alright, my friend and I had a good time..I didn't have a costume anyway :)

yours?
it's romance Says...
Sep 05 '08 | 7:20 PM

I acidentilly deleted you're comment!

But I read it first, I can't helps itt!
Sunday is my birthday. You should call me then, and bonus, I will be drunk!
it's romance Says...
Aug 26 '08 | 9:54 AM

I miss talking to you face!
:(((((
it's romance Says...
Aug 21 '08 | 11:04 AM

:(
FloBee Says...
Jun 11 '08 | 5:49 PM

Party huh? SOunds interesting but cant make it. Hope it turns out great.
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Love & Hate
Loves / Hates

I am: Lyricist, Bassist, Actor, Writer, Singer, Painter, Songwriter, Sex Symbol, Guitarist, Poet, Thief, Dreaming

Hero: marcel duchamp

Artists: felix Gonzales-Torres, Marcel duchamp, Salvator Rosa, John Baldessari, Ant Farm, Center for Tactical Magic, Miranda July, Group Material, Yves Klein, guillermo Gomez Pena, Coco Fusco, Lucio Fontana, Jenny Saville, max ernst, gerhardt richter, david Hockney, Lee Krasner, Jenny Holzer

Authors: See also Poets I love

Books: Confederacy of Dunces, Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair, The Sound and the Fury, The Sun also Rises, The Good Earth, Congifuraciones (A collection of Octavio Paz's Poetry)

Bands: too many too list, just ask me and ill tell you. its far simpler that way

Poets: Octavio Paz, Pablo Neruda, Jorge luis Borges, John Donne, William Faulkner

Things: rain, thrift store, glasses, blankets, music, my mom's tortillas, text messages, sleeping like babies, summer, music, poetry, writing, drawing, ncaa with the roomies, living/creating, smell of matches, paint/charcoal on my hands

myspace.com/lipsarewitnesses

Suicide Note: ...
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night was her face in my hand under my blanket
my blanket was our time between night and day
night and day is what we've become
what we lost was between sleep and wake