Thoughts of A Purdy Pickup Artist I'm an open book with millions of blank pages waiting to be filled.
Remember 9/11

remember the families who have lost, remember the fire fighters, the nypd, remember the soldiers who have fallen and pray for the ones still risking their lives to protect ours. God Bless The U.S.A.

My thinking place. :)

My least favourite text

A text asking me if I think they are pretty :..

                 I hate that question, because I’m beyond picky and can be quite shallow. 

                 Also, when people tack on the word “honestly” I find it hard to soften the blow.

                  So yea I try and be nice and say something along the lines of I think you have pretty things about you but I personally am not attracted to you….. and then they ask the magical questions “why?”

                 WTF do you enjoy having someone pick you apart and tell you everything they find wrong with you.

                 I generally try to be a nice person and not rip peoples self esteem to shreds, though I’ve been known to do it on occasion when I felt it necessary, but in general I don’t enjoy it.

                It doesn’t make me fell good knowing I’m telling someone what I think is ugly about them.

                Gahhh sooo please don’t ask me I wont tell you unless I truly need to. 

                If what I find unattractive about you has to do with you throwing your life away I will tell you that in very vivid colourful words. lmao

Dead for a Time
                                   “Well, I’ve been dead
                                          For such a long time
                                        Been dead
                                                                Such a long, longtime
                    And I
                                                           Don’t want to die again
                    No, I
                            Don’t want to die once again
                                 Don’t want to breathe
                                                          To drown once more
                                                                Don’t want to believe
                                            To be lied to once more
                                                         Don’t want to see
                                                              To be blind again
                                            Don’t want to hear hi
                                    Just to say good-bye again
           Cause it’s been such a long time   Since, I have felt this alive
       I’ve been alive so many times
   And as many times
                                     I have died
      Inside
                        And now, I lie awake
                              As I wonder
                       When I wake
                       What will I discover
                              Will I be dead
                             Will I be alive
                               Will she be here by my side
                         Cause, I’ve been dead  for such a long time
                    Been dead
             Such a long, long time
               And I
                   Don’t want to live again
              No, I
                       Don’t want to live once again
                   Merely, to die
           One more time
Inside

Copyrightt 2002 Steve Giacomini

something i wrote a long time ago

in primis in rem in saecula saeculorum inter alia interalios internos in toto mirabile nisi omnia mutantur nos et mutamur inillis. cogito ergo sum de profundis inarticulo mortis horrible dictu hors de combat appassionato cum laude adnauseam ad astra per aspera afortiori

translation

among the first proceedings against a thing rather than a person, forever, and ever, among other things, among others, between us completely, entirely, wonderful, unless, all things change and we change with them. i exist out of depths on the point of death horrible to relate, out of the fight passionately with praise, with honor to the point of disgust to the stars through difficult places with greater reason all the more.

wonder…

 You ever wonder why you wonder? I have as of late. I wonder why I play with thoughts inside my head. Why I lead myself to believe things that will never be. Why I climb to the top then jump off the edge, till I fall farther then i was before. Why I set myself up for disappointment. Why I believe in love… I wonder what life would be like without wonder without possibilities… I wonder who I am suppose to become and if I’ve already failed. I just wonder.