Showing posts with label style. Show all posts
Showing posts with label style. Show all posts

December 29, 2008

the new vacum

= your face. i like over dressed people .yes i like parisians. my people are cuban and we drink coffee like vodka shots.its not cold anymore uhhh! i want to wear sweaters and scarfs. i hate the sand and the nude upcoming season.i want Paris i want him. i need to shop. hopefully it will breezee on new years eve. i have to sit in the middle of south beach and check i.ds. stupid. well free champange. i still miss him. i like this i like my red nails and numerous rings on my pale fingers.yes i like my glasses i guess they are old but nice. i like leg warmers but i am getting cooked.












December 17, 2008

Love is Old Love is New

love is old, love is new
with things moving n grooving i become a moving text a number perhaps maybe a article ...?
i get interviewd daily with make up n with out

i start a new begining every step i take; nothing holds clarity
n if its sure then its not clear
but why should i weep n sorrow?
my happyness is busy with goals and future guides
c.ds videos & films all of what i am today
the fashion queen with no sleep
the white substance, the green trees
with lucy n the octopus under the sea
in the sky up high
or in the ocean down low
i am what u see what u desire in a woman
childish dreams with lolipops and nice silky sheets
the candle light dimmed with the capri in hand
the nice soft autum breeze n the dirty balcony
i love them dearly. we drink we smoke
we have sex
i hate him the next day, no calls no text all but ignore
so i walk n run from the thoughts of men
no feelings cold play
i am a bitch with no heart
bc love is old love, love is new

love is old & love aint you.