My Buddhist
Friend studies
The words of
Men whose foreign
Names I can
Neither recall
Nor pronounce
She blesses me
Though with thoughts
Deep and filled
With meaning
Tranquility
Peace
Being
She is brilliant
And wonderful
Consuming the
Meat of Philosophy
But eating no
Flesh
Just knowing her
Makes me a
Better person
Human
She freaks out when she drives a car
In the end
She is as
Screwed up as
I am
And I love her
That much
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About Me
- stickbooth
- I struggle with addiction and am just recently out of prison- I dislike most people and am bitter and self destructive. Yet somehow I have a good time. My first wife wanted to be an FBI agent when I met her in college, and the last one was a prostitute,the former gave me three great kids that I named Dakota, Skye and Willow, the latter a hell of a hard time. In the past I have been a busboy, a waiter, and a bartender. I have worked in nearly all construction trades including carpentry, brick laying, electrical, weilding, and plumbing. Once I had a job where I climbed tree's for a living. I fought Mixed Martial Arts when they still called it No Holds Barred, I have sold cars and was an editorial cartoonist. I am a failed actor, to lazy to try very hard, and lived with outlaw bikers in Northern California. I served as a medic in the army,and studied creative writing as well as radio tv. I cook a mean breakfast and like to sit and think sometimes all day. Did I say think or drink?
:) Hmm.
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