Ah. thoughts thoughts, the musical fruit, the more you think the more you....aw fark i cant think of a good rhyme

anyway how about this for a short poem:

here i sit,
all broken hearted
came to shit,
but only farted.

anyway, mike said he liked this chickita
http://www.match.com/qsearch/showprofile.asp?SID=18859E0C-04C1-4EED-8572-DAC464687E66&TrackingID=509077&Theme=8&UserID=42424A4B4E4D4951&RN=28319&POS=6&Handle=kiyomi668

damn, if only i had a motorcycle, anyway, what do you guys think?

email me at lg39114@csun.edu