11.11.10
Old Poems
Oct 1, 2009
"On a Day Like Today"
I smile.
Not because it is oh-so-amazing-that-I-can't-help-it, but because
I want to.
On a day like today, where the smallest of things seem like the most devastating of pushes
I smile.
Because I know that today, I feel poignant and alive again.
On a day like today, it is perfect for forging anew old bridges; constructing new ones
And setting off on a new path
On a day like today, I breathe relief and relax, destined to live high and mighty.
"30 lbs."
Growing up, I was always the scrawniest, tiniest, most runt-like kid in the litter.
Picked on, for being unable to control my height, for not being the fastest; for being the smartest; for being different.
So, agitated and upset that I would go home at night and cry myself to sleep;
Wanting so badly to be apart of the fold, to simply be another face with the 'popular' kids.
It wasn't until I stopped really caring what others thought that I became 'popular' in my own right.
But only because I was willing to say what most thought, without remorse.
I remained the tiny, scrawny kid, but I had a mouth that wouldn't quit.
And that gave me reason to be confident.
Throughout the majority of my youth, I was always that teeny, puny kid until I joined JROTC in high school.
I can't credit them with my overall strength, for I've always been stronger, faster, more agile than I appeared, but for giving me a sense that being healthy and in shape was important.
I remained in good shape the remainder of my high school career and the beginning of my college . . .
But then something happened.
Something changed.
I forgot about how addictive and seductive the Sloth was.
Forgot about my pledge not to let him control me.
And while unaware, he did. He helped me settle into a sedentary lifestyle of food, laziness, and overall apathy.
Now, I'm thirty pounds heavier than I ever thought I could be.
I want them gone.
Not just to look better, but to feel better about myself and who I am.
Aug 25, 2009
"Unnamed"
We are meant to interact with each other, but to never fully understand.
I am beginning to see that.
I don't even know why it even upset me at all.
But it did.
It does.
Girls are an enigma.
Ridiculously candid, and fun to be around at times.
And then on the other end of the spectrum, the reason and cause of most of my woes.
F.M.L.
Jul 6, 2009
"It Is a Common Thing"
For me to be disappointed and have my expectations rarely met,
For me to feel as if I met halfway only to find the agreement neglected by the second party.
I know that I do not always do what I say I will.
Sometimes my mind becomes absorbed elsewhere.
I know this. I understand this.
I know that this happens to others, so why am I so disappointed still?
"Smells Like Kerosene and Matches"
I get it, okay?
You were right and I was wrong.
You weren't, aren't, and won't be ready for a long time.
You were right; you made it so that you could climb the rope and when you let go, it would hurt.
I get it.
You're sadomasochistic, and find some pleasure in hurting yourself
"Daily Devotional"
Kneel down and fold your hands.
Beg and plead for the solace that you can find nowhere else.
Close your eyes and wait;
Feel the anticipation build, as you pray day after day.
Thinking the more often you do it, the more he'll hear you.
"Unnamed"
Child becomes boy.
Boy becomes teen.
Teen becomes . . .
A man? A fool? A scholar? A detriment?
"And the Walls Will Come Down"
With this crumbling facade,
This need to let it break upon the shores,
You free yourself.
You draw back our outstretched arms.
You tuck your head and curl into a ball;
the beating will no longer hurt you.
With this roaring silence,
You close off.
You never did well with company.
Swallow your tongue and words and pretend you never let it happen.
"When You Are the Unwilling Villain"
It is best to lay down your armor.
Set aside your sword and shield.
Offer up your bow.
Wave the white flag and leave.
Do not defect. You will never truly be accepted on their side.
Walk away and give them solace.
Never to return.
"The Road Less Traveled"
There it is again,
That nagging, incessant feeling,
Standing like a shadow behind me.
I hate that in my free moments she clouds my mind.
How bright the memory of her eyes are.
Like Carl Thomas, sometimes, I wish I had never met her.
Don't it always seem to go that when things are simple, someone finds a way to make it difficult, complicated
"Ink On My Hands"
Melancholy,
I hate being sick
"Succubus"
The ideal woman
Driven by a desire to satisfy a man
Sated only by being the very dream of every man
"True to My Path"
Aware that any deterrence from my heart's conscience
Any failure to adhere to my most carnal instincts
Will result in my eternal anguish
I just want her back
Not for sexual gratification, but for selfish validation
For that burning glimmer in her eyes
Just to know that it takes all of her will to resist me
To feel that gravitation again
"Unnamed"
She had a look in her eyes
An unspoken permission to continue
So close, so driven
Her hands stroking my cheek
Her feet on my shoulders
Conquest!
But still the look in her eyes
Haunt my memories
A chance encounter
A chance encounter
"Empty Portrait Part Two"
I've a new empty portrait
It sits on the wall staring out
Aching, screaming out for companionship
And like most things, I am unable to give it what it needs, what it was meant to receive
Deserves
"Unnamed"
Like a pounding drum,
I can feel it in my core.
Waking my heart
Like an amazing rift,
My fingers strumming an invisible guitar.
Making me arch my back and groan.
The sexiest instrument, sometimes brings tears to my eyes.
Tone, pitch, melody.
The very essence of sensuality and longing.
"On a Day Like Today"
I smile.
Not because it is oh-so-amazing-that-I-can't-help-it, but because
I want to.
On a day like today, where the smallest of things seem like the most devastating of pushes
I smile.
Because I know that today, I feel poignant and alive again.
On a day like today, it is perfect for forging anew old bridges; constructing new ones
And setting off on a new path
On a day like today, I breathe relief and relax, destined to live high and mighty.
"30 lbs."
Growing up, I was always the scrawniest, tiniest, most runt-like kid in the litter.
Picked on, for being unable to control my height, for not being the fastest; for being the smartest; for being different.
So, agitated and upset that I would go home at night and cry myself to sleep;
Wanting so badly to be apart of the fold, to simply be another face with the 'popular' kids.
It wasn't until I stopped really caring what others thought that I became 'popular' in my own right.
But only because I was willing to say what most thought, without remorse.
I remained the tiny, scrawny kid, but I had a mouth that wouldn't quit.
And that gave me reason to be confident.
Throughout the majority of my youth, I was always that teeny, puny kid until I joined JROTC in high school.
I can't credit them with my overall strength, for I've always been stronger, faster, more agile than I appeared, but for giving me a sense that being healthy and in shape was important.
I remained in good shape the remainder of my high school career and the beginning of my college . . .
But then something happened.
Something changed.
I forgot about how addictive and seductive the Sloth was.
Forgot about my pledge not to let him control me.
And while unaware, he did. He helped me settle into a sedentary lifestyle of food, laziness, and overall apathy.
Now, I'm thirty pounds heavier than I ever thought I could be.
I want them gone.
Not just to look better, but to feel better about myself and who I am.
Aug 25, 2009
"Unnamed"
We are meant to interact with each other, but to never fully understand.
I am beginning to see that.
I don't even know why it even upset me at all.
But it did.
It does.
Girls are an enigma.
Ridiculously candid, and fun to be around at times.
And then on the other end of the spectrum, the reason and cause of most of my woes.
F.M.L.
Jul 6, 2009
"It Is a Common Thing"
For me to be disappointed and have my expectations rarely met,
For me to feel as if I met halfway only to find the agreement neglected by the second party.
I know that I do not always do what I say I will.
Sometimes my mind becomes absorbed elsewhere.
I know this. I understand this.
I know that this happens to others, so why am I so disappointed still?
"Smells Like Kerosene and Matches"
I get it, okay?
You were right and I was wrong.
You weren't, aren't, and won't be ready for a long time.
You were right; you made it so that you could climb the rope and when you let go, it would hurt.
I get it.
You're sadomasochistic, and find some pleasure in hurting yourself
"Daily Devotional"
Kneel down and fold your hands.
Beg and plead for the solace that you can find nowhere else.
Close your eyes and wait;
Feel the anticipation build, as you pray day after day.
Thinking the more often you do it, the more he'll hear you.
"Unnamed"
Child becomes boy.
Boy becomes teen.
Teen becomes . . .
A man? A fool? A scholar? A detriment?
"And the Walls Will Come Down"
With this crumbling facade,
This need to let it break upon the shores,
You free yourself.
You draw back our outstretched arms.
You tuck your head and curl into a ball;
the beating will no longer hurt you.
With this roaring silence,
You close off.
You never did well with company.
Swallow your tongue and words and pretend you never let it happen.
"When You Are the Unwilling Villain"
It is best to lay down your armor.
Set aside your sword and shield.
Offer up your bow.
Wave the white flag and leave.
Do not defect. You will never truly be accepted on their side.
Walk away and give them solace.
Never to return.
"The Road Less Traveled"
There it is again,
That nagging, incessant feeling,
Standing like a shadow behind me.
I hate that in my free moments she clouds my mind.
How bright the memory of her eyes are.
Like Carl Thomas, sometimes, I wish I had never met her.
Don't it always seem to go that when things are simple, someone finds a way to make it difficult, complicated
"Ink On My Hands"
Melancholy,
I hate being sick
"Succubus"
The ideal woman
Driven by a desire to satisfy a man
Sated only by being the very dream of every man
"True to My Path"
Aware that any deterrence from my heart's conscience
Any failure to adhere to my most carnal instincts
Will result in my eternal anguish
I just want her back
Not for sexual gratification, but for selfish validation
For that burning glimmer in her eyes
Just to know that it takes all of her will to resist me
To feel that gravitation again
"Unnamed"
She had a look in her eyes
An unspoken permission to continue
So close, so driven
Her hands stroking my cheek
Her feet on my shoulders
Conquest!
But still the look in her eyes
Haunt my memories
A chance encounter
A chance encounter
"Empty Portrait Part Two"
I've a new empty portrait
It sits on the wall staring out
Aching, screaming out for companionship
And like most things, I am unable to give it what it needs, what it was meant to receive
Deserves
"Unnamed"
Like a pounding drum,
I can feel it in my core.
Waking my heart
Like an amazing rift,
My fingers strumming an invisible guitar.
Making me arch my back and groan.
The sexiest instrument, sometimes brings tears to my eyes.
Tone, pitch, melody.
The very essence of sensuality and longing.
Old Poems
Jul 20, 2010
"Unnamed"
I don't know how to reassure her.
I suck at it. Literally.
I can't promise her a stable future.
I can't promise her a future where I'll be making most of the money; I'll be taking care of our family; where I'll be the provider.
Because I'm not a liar.
I've never really had a plan for my future.
I didn't plan to work at the Loop forever, but I didn't really plan anything beyond it.
Last night, she kept asking me what was my future goal; my final destination and I didn't have an answer.
What would I be doing if I didn't live with Mr. Adams and Sean?
I don't know.
I didn't say that if I didn't have a home, I wouldn't be living.
I can't see myself on the street . . . I can't.
I didn't say that, because it's melodramatic and scary and a cop-out.
She said to me that I look at everything as if it's insurmountable.
And strangely, I do.
I've never felt as smart or as motivated or as well informed as everyone around me.
The only thing I've taken to heart from my childhood, learned irrefutably from my mother and father is:
Everything that happens to me, is my own fault.
I am the cause of my own woes.
That I should have been smarter and known more, even if said information was not available to me.
That I should take the initiative to find it on my own.
And that I'm fucking lazy. To more than a fault.
"She's Going to Leave Me"
Every time, Megan asks me about my future with her now, my grandmother's words echo in my mind.
Like some sort of self-fulfilling prophecy.
Telling me that I'm not enough now, and based on past experiences, I won't ever be.
Don't get me wrong, she's not high maintenance.
She only wants me to succeed; to have money; to complement her.
I don't do any of those things now.
So, every time, I make her worry or cry, my grandmother's words echo in my mind.
And I remember that I'm not enough.
Jul 12, 2010
"Unnamed"
My grandmother told me today not to fall too deeply in love with her,
Said that, she, would devastate me, in the end,
That there's no way that Megan is going to marry me,
Let alone stay with me . . .
Now, I don't want to say that I just laughed it off,
Because I didn't.
That's actually one of my biggest fears.
And my grandmother went on to say: nothing is as bad as a broken heart.
I didn't tell her that I know or try to be sarcastic,
Because there was general angst in her voice,
As if she were reliving something on her own,
And I could hear the fear in her voice.
She doesn't want me to feel the same way,
To know that kind of agony;
So I appreciate the sentiment.
Really I do.
I just don't want to plan for a future where she isn't in it.
That's like letting go of the steering wheel and smashing the accelerator,
I don't want to facilitate a crumbling of our bridge.
I'll say it: I love her.
I want to marry her.
Just not yet, and I don't want to plan for the day when she does leave me for not being enough.
Nov 6, 2009
"Forward Progression"
So much potential, squandered, but not.
A full-on contradiction, I smile, laugh, and sneer at myself.
Like really, 'are you that ridiculous'?
'Will you really not take that extra bit of effort to change your circumstances?'
And then I smirk even wider, knowing that others have done so much more, with so much less.
Have tackled so much bigger things, and I lounge about in mediocrity and complacency.
And then I wonder, "Why?"
And in the immediate instance after, repeat a quote from a book: "the question is always deeper than the answer."
"Got It Backwards"
The interesting thing is that girls always ask me why I don't have a girlfriend already.
Always say that it's wild, because I'm such a good guy, or not a Creeper, or so smart.
That I'm so nice and such and such.
Not really understanding how arrogant I am, and how odd the majority of girls seem to be.
I think they (the majority) want a nice guy.
Want someone that will treat them with respect, but have it so twisted in their mind, that there is no such thing.
"But there's so many more women than men in the world"
Meaning that girls have the power, the ability to change us if they wanted.
But they don't.
They just accept the typical, assholish, jockish brute that treats them like property, a pet, and an imbecilic sack of flesh that they can consummate with as is.
As the way we are supposed to be.
So, that being their mentality, I stop trying.
I don't go out of my way to look especially nice.
I don't go out of my way to be especially different.
I just am (different).
And that is how I portray myself, unapologetically.
"I'm Awake"
I'm alive.
I breathe.
I sleep.
I dream.
I'm not dead or in jail.
I'm not crippled, physically.
Just suffering from ambition, but lack of motivation to achieve.
So teen-like still.
It's amusing and shameful at the same time.
I need to cow-prod myself.
"Unnamed"
I don't know how to reassure her.
I suck at it. Literally.
I can't promise her a stable future.
I can't promise her a future where I'll be making most of the money; I'll be taking care of our family; where I'll be the provider.
Because I'm not a liar.
I've never really had a plan for my future.
I didn't plan to work at the Loop forever, but I didn't really plan anything beyond it.
Last night, she kept asking me what was my future goal; my final destination and I didn't have an answer.
What would I be doing if I didn't live with Mr. Adams and Sean?
I don't know.
I didn't say that if I didn't have a home, I wouldn't be living.
I can't see myself on the street . . . I can't.
I didn't say that, because it's melodramatic and scary and a cop-out.
She said to me that I look at everything as if it's insurmountable.
And strangely, I do.
I've never felt as smart or as motivated or as well informed as everyone around me.
The only thing I've taken to heart from my childhood, learned irrefutably from my mother and father is:
Everything that happens to me, is my own fault.
I am the cause of my own woes.
That I should have been smarter and known more, even if said information was not available to me.
That I should take the initiative to find it on my own.
And that I'm fucking lazy. To more than a fault.
"She's Going to Leave Me"
Every time, Megan asks me about my future with her now, my grandmother's words echo in my mind.
Like some sort of self-fulfilling prophecy.
Telling me that I'm not enough now, and based on past experiences, I won't ever be.
Don't get me wrong, she's not high maintenance.
She only wants me to succeed; to have money; to complement her.
I don't do any of those things now.
So, every time, I make her worry or cry, my grandmother's words echo in my mind.
And I remember that I'm not enough.
Jul 12, 2010
"Unnamed"
My grandmother told me today not to fall too deeply in love with her,
Said that, she, would devastate me, in the end,
That there's no way that Megan is going to marry me,
Let alone stay with me . . .
Now, I don't want to say that I just laughed it off,
Because I didn't.
That's actually one of my biggest fears.
And my grandmother went on to say: nothing is as bad as a broken heart.
I didn't tell her that I know or try to be sarcastic,
Because there was general angst in her voice,
As if she were reliving something on her own,
And I could hear the fear in her voice.
She doesn't want me to feel the same way,
To know that kind of agony;
So I appreciate the sentiment.
Really I do.
I just don't want to plan for a future where she isn't in it.
That's like letting go of the steering wheel and smashing the accelerator,
I don't want to facilitate a crumbling of our bridge.
I'll say it: I love her.
I want to marry her.
Just not yet, and I don't want to plan for the day when she does leave me for not being enough.
Nov 6, 2009
"Forward Progression"
So much potential, squandered, but not.
A full-on contradiction, I smile, laugh, and sneer at myself.
Like really, 'are you that ridiculous'?
'Will you really not take that extra bit of effort to change your circumstances?'
And then I smirk even wider, knowing that others have done so much more, with so much less.
Have tackled so much bigger things, and I lounge about in mediocrity and complacency.
And then I wonder, "Why?"
And in the immediate instance after, repeat a quote from a book: "the question is always deeper than the answer."
"Got It Backwards"
The interesting thing is that girls always ask me why I don't have a girlfriend already.
Always say that it's wild, because I'm such a good guy, or not a Creeper, or so smart.
That I'm so nice and such and such.
Not really understanding how arrogant I am, and how odd the majority of girls seem to be.
I think they (the majority) want a nice guy.
Want someone that will treat them with respect, but have it so twisted in their mind, that there is no such thing.
"But there's so many more women than men in the world"
Meaning that girls have the power, the ability to change us if they wanted.
But they don't.
They just accept the typical, assholish, jockish brute that treats them like property, a pet, and an imbecilic sack of flesh that they can consummate with as is.
As the way we are supposed to be.
So, that being their mentality, I stop trying.
I don't go out of my way to look especially nice.
I don't go out of my way to be especially different.
I just am (different).
And that is how I portray myself, unapologetically.
"I'm Awake"
I'm alive.
I breathe.
I sleep.
I dream.
I'm not dead or in jail.
I'm not crippled, physically.
Just suffering from ambition, but lack of motivation to achieve.
So teen-like still.
It's amusing and shameful at the same time.
I need to cow-prod myself.
Old Poems
Sep 13, 2010
"She's Out of My Life"
Aug 5, 2010
"Unnamed"
She said that she doesn't doubt that I love her.
No, she said she knows for certain that I love her, completely.
What she fears is that one day I will find someone that I love more.
How baffling is that?
I don't see it happening, but she does.
Like she doesn't think I love her enough or something.
Like I am withholding something from her.
I'm not afraid of commitment.
I'm not super-forward-thinking, but I don't freak out when I think of her as mine; as my life, as my wife.
I know that that isn't for like years, but it doesn't upset me.
Maybe I am just strange.
What does freak me out, is the idea that she doesn't think I love her enough; that I don't show her all the passion and love that I know how.
That I am lax,
Or
Actively seeking or open to someone coming to supplant her.
Jul 22, 2010
"Gravity"
I am playing with fire.
Leaping without looking.
Running with scissors.
Sticking a fork in an electrical outlet.
And I've not been happier. Ever.
When I'm with her, I feel like I can move mountains. Most of the time.
When I'm not, I want to make grand moves to make to her smile.
Sometimes, I think Fate just decided to intervene.
Like it knew that I just was dying, literally, to give away the affection and love that has been building up like a river against a stocked dam.
Like I was a satellite orbiting Earth in the upper reaches, waiting to finally be pulled down by inertia.
"Unnamed"
Sometimes they are emeralds,
Burning with fierce anger.
Sometimes they are sapphires,
Burning with strong determination.
Sometimes they are opals,
Lost with a deep adoration for me.
Sometimes they are a full spectrum,
Telling me that I am the light of her world, that I am hers, alone; that I am good.
"She's Out of My Life"
I feel like she is rushing.
Like she's so happy to be rid of me.
Like she's on to the next one and I am just a statistic.
I don't know if my pride will hold. I want to beg her to take me back. Beg like a dog, like a pathetic cat out in the rain.
I need her. Like more than I thought I could another person.
Like I am a fish that has been snatched out of the ocean . . .
"Not In the Figurative"Like she's so happy to be rid of me.
Like she's on to the next one and I am just a statistic.
I don't know if my pride will hold. I want to beg her to take me back. Beg like a dog, like a pathetic cat out in the rain.
I need her. Like more than I thought I could another person.
Like I am a fish that has been snatched out of the ocean . . .
Aug 5, 2010
"Unnamed"
She said that she doesn't doubt that I love her.
No, she said she knows for certain that I love her, completely.
What she fears is that one day I will find someone that I love more.
How baffling is that?
I don't see it happening, but she does.
Like she doesn't think I love her enough or something.
Like I am withholding something from her.
I'm not afraid of commitment.
I'm not super-forward-thinking, but I don't freak out when I think of her as mine; as my life, as my wife.
I know that that isn't for like years, but it doesn't upset me.
Maybe I am just strange.
What does freak me out, is the idea that she doesn't think I love her enough; that I don't show her all the passion and love that I know how.
That I am lax,
Or
Actively seeking or open to someone coming to supplant her.
Jul 22, 2010
"Gravity"
I am playing with fire.
Leaping without looking.
Running with scissors.
Sticking a fork in an electrical outlet.
And I've not been happier. Ever.
When I'm with her, I feel like I can move mountains. Most of the time.
When I'm not, I want to make grand moves to make to her smile.
Sometimes, I think Fate just decided to intervene.
Like it knew that I just was dying, literally, to give away the affection and love that has been building up like a river against a stocked dam.
Like I was a satellite orbiting Earth in the upper reaches, waiting to finally be pulled down by inertia.
"Unnamed"
Sometimes they are emeralds,
Burning with fierce anger.
Sometimes they are sapphires,
Burning with strong determination.
Sometimes they are opals,
Lost with a deep adoration for me.
Sometimes they are a full spectrum,
Telling me that I am the light of her world, that I am hers, alone; that I am good.
I love it.
When an artist, be him musical, political, lyrical, or philosophical says or does something that makes me stop and think. Such as last night, I was listening to "All We Ever Do is Say Goodbye" by John Mayer. I know he doesn't write half of the lyrics to any of his songs, and that in real life is such a cock bag and womanizer that he's usually the opposite of what he's singing; but that doesn't change the fact that he sings in such a poignant manner that I always get a chord struck. :)
7.11.10
I love her . . .
Last time, we got a little bit into it. Like I think it was better than it's ever been; and that's saying something. Once, I almost had an asthma attack afterward . . . Last night, I didn't think I was going to need my inhaler, but fuck if she didn't try to make me pass out. That being said, I savored every moment. It's a bittersweet activity to be in the throes of passion with the one you love, knowing full well that tomorrow, she's probably going to be like "We can't do this anymore" or on some "that was a mistake" mindset. Despite that knowledge though, I fucked her like I was stupid. Like I'd never get the chance to again. Like I was going to die today. In the end, nothing changed. She loves me just as much as I've already known. I love her just as much as I always have. We are still not back together. Our future is still not in stone. She is still debating seeing Servio for the New Year; going to watch the ball drop with him . . . And I'd be a poor liar if I didn't say that that didn't just kick me in the gut. She's my girl. My woman. My one-day-fiance'. But for right now, we aren't together and I've got to accept that. As a man, I have to understand and endure whatever life throws at me.
It's pretty funny. The other day, John told me that I "want her, but you don't need her." I tried to tell him, that he's got it backwards. I haven't done anything drastic or stupid or completely out of character, because I know that I just have to build her faith in me. Otherwise, if I knew that I didn't have a snowball's chance in a fire pit . . . I'm sure I'd not be writing this shit out.
I fucking love her. She loves me. But nothing has changed. Everything has changed.
It's pretty funny. The other day, John told me that I "want her, but you don't need her." I tried to tell him, that he's got it backwards. I haven't done anything drastic or stupid or completely out of character, because I know that I just have to build her faith in me. Otherwise, if I knew that I didn't have a snowball's chance in a fire pit . . . I'm sure I'd not be writing this shit out.
I fucking love her. She loves me. But nothing has changed. Everything has changed.
5.11.10
What the fuck is wrong with MySpace?
I understand the need to compete with your "competitors", but this shit is ridiculous. Literally. I don't want my myspace to be like Facebook. Or to be like a more advanced version of Twitter. When I joined, it wasn't anything like how it is now. In fact, it was more like a place to express yourself, not all this advertising and whatnot.
It was about the chance to share your imagination, innovation, and ingenuity with others. Not be stifled by a site that clearly wants to compete with others, despite the fact that the reason it remains popular is simply because it isn't as stoic as twitter or facebook. You're supposed to be able to decorate your page. It is supposed to be your own little niche. It's supposed to be My-Space, not some facebook or twitter hybrid.
It was about the chance to share your imagination, innovation, and ingenuity with others. Not be stifled by a site that clearly wants to compete with others, despite the fact that the reason it remains popular is simply because it isn't as stoic as twitter or facebook. You're supposed to be able to decorate your page. It is supposed to be your own little niche. It's supposed to be My-Space, not some facebook or twitter hybrid.
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