Miguel Angel Gonzalez
i am... an abstinent virgin pacifist writer ... my run of luck has run out, death's at my door and there's no way out, there's nothing i can do but talk to death, and see what's next for my luck... it's just a matter of time before i give up on reason, i'm already talking from beyond the grave, a place very far from being saved... my disaster is getting set to last for ever. i was wrong to something, but not ever was i dishonest, to me... nothing was with ever to be fine, and a piece of mind was lost to gods time if i knew what people liked, i'd do them... but i don't, so i won't... in a heart beat, even in cold feet... every-one deserves a treat, but no one gets that i'm done... i wipe the slate clean of sleet, eager to see if what's next to greet, will be what can tell me what to see, and look for, to hear, and listen for... to breathe, and breathe for and into... so what do you think can take me to the brink? without letting my heart sink, in spite the fact that my spirit's low.
Shopping. Entertainment. Social Networks.