Just for Colin

wow, I just saw this last pic^^ in a new light after watching this vid...


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R6ZknMALOvI

Tem sido dito que o Brasil tem alguns dos melhores grafites no mundo...











O que VOCE acha?

"Nobody abuses us more than we abuse ourselves."



"You are what you think you are."



"Humans are mentally sick with a disease called fear."



"Imagine living your life without being afraid to take a risk and to explore life."










"The best path to happiness is learning to change as rapidly as life does."

- Don Miguel Ruiz

A country of graveyards.







I've been told I can get a bit too serious at times.

Geek to geek dating?

It just got real. Haha.

All I need is one pen.

I've seen heaven too





but



mine's just not as blue.

When I was a kid life was much more complicated. Life was abstract and strangely tangible; possibility filled me in the form of aching thoughts. Behind every physical door were the countless eyes of pretty girls watching the other side, waiting for me to grow up and get a good job and then quit it wildly one day and start anew, fresh again with ideas, with plummeting hopes and the temptation of hopeless, only to win out. For I was pure, and there was goodness, and the world was constantly at war with itself deciding whether or not collecting and connecting was more appropriate than collapsing - inward and on top of itself, over and over again.

As an ex-kid, life is simple. The overwhelming possibilities I dreamt of are available, and therefore no longer extravagant. I don't chase anything that won't chase me back. I don't get upset if ducks don't like the bread that I try to feed them; and most tragically, sometimes I don't feed them at all because of those signs they have posted that tell me it will interrupt their natural dietary requirements. These signs indicate I could over-domesticate a duck, so that he'd be looking for bread instead of... fish, or whatever the hell ducks eat.

As an ex-kid I meet girls and then I kiss them. I write them poetry instead of dreaming about poetry. I live poetry instead of dying over the beauty of poetry. I pull poetry out of my punctured pores and pour it onto the page until my threads get moved into the Poetry section.

Children - most children - see the world, and the people in it, and they are indebted to contentment, which is a sad and sick and frequently punishable feeling. Children worry about things that they have control over. I worry about things I won't try to solve. Children eat ice cream. I buy ice cream and end up not eating it. Children sleep in. I sleep around.

Sometimes I still climb things which has temporarily exempted me from complete decimation but I swear that I'm a twisted ankle or a broken hand away from being near death.

That's just me, though. I'm not an adult much. When I feel in love, which I have, I try to be a decent ex-kid.

Most children grow into larger versions of themselves...

You have no idea



what goes on



in my secret life.

Let me know when you sort out your



and I'll give you a call and we can have



to talk about.

Make it go to 39 already...

God, you get some weird stuff when you look up images of numbers.