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Name: Kenny
Location: Arlington, Texas
Birthday: 8/2/1982
Gender: Male
Interests: Basketball is my first true love. I love football even though I never played. Poetry and spokenword are right up there, even though it's rare that you'll actually catch me on the mic. Those are true forms of artistic expression, and there's an energy and vibe you can't get by any other means. I love to read too. Besides that, I'm the average cat from around the way.
Expertise: Common sense
Occupation: Mortgage Consultant
Industry: Other
Message: message meEmail: email me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  dzxsoulonice
Yahoo:  smashonanig
Member Since:
7/8/2005
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| Memorable....are the moments we share together. There should be more, especially given the fact I want our time to last forever. No other times, with any other person could possibly compare, and even attempting to make 'em do so...is completely and utterly unfair.
Valuable...in terms of your own being, your entire essence. Outside of God and family, there's noone and nothing else that comes close to the place you hold in my everyday thoughts. Without you, I'm convinced life would be much more confusing, and I'd most likely be lost. The sun seems brighter, grass is a lil greener, and it's much easier to wake up at the beginning of each day, and it's all because I know the mark you make, in your own special and unique way.
Personal...in the sense that, even though others read the words, the only ones who fully understand this are you and me. It doesn't matter how much is exposed, and how much anyone else can see. The bond we have will never be broken, and can't be purchased with any amount of money, or any type of fee. From now and til the day we're dead and gone, you'll forever be my MVP.
3/3/09 @ 1:14 A.M.
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| You have a way of captivating the room, and making everything in it come to a pause. The charge brought against you will be upheld, regardless of the fact there's really no probable cause. There's no point in denying it any longer, because everything about it is definitely true. The truth of the matter is...I got a crush on you.
An exchange of hellos have led to just as many "how are yous." Laughter is always shared by the soda machines when you tell me you need a drink, and ask me which one you should choose. Our days end at similar times, yet we go on about our separate ways. It's all good though, 'cause despite the absence, my thoughts of you remain completely unchanged.
It's not so much the outer you, even though you're fine as hell; it's the intangibles...your mind, speech, and mannerisms that went and captured my attention. It's the combination of all those variables that put my psyche into complete and total submission. I'm definitely feelin' ya lady, and that's said with absolutely no shame. You've given me incentive to step it up, even if all I have to go by right now is your first name..
1/15/08 @ 1:54 P.M. | | |
| There are no regrets in what's been said, no desire to create a 'REWIND' button and press it in my head. The hunger of wanting the truth has finally been fed; there are no regrets in what's been said.
At one time, perception took precedence over all else. It was about image, lingo, and style. The change is gradually taking shape, despite the fact it's taking a lil while. Good things are definitely in store, especially going down this path that's being led. For that, there are no regrets in what's been said.
Sure, things could always be better, and will be eventually. Times will be as good as they've ever been. When they are, smiles and laughter will be shared together all over again. Things have a way of taking care of themselves, so there will be less stress in anyone's head. And for that reason alone, there are no more regrets in what's been said.
1/9/08 @ 10:53 A.M. | | |
| Disappointment...in knowing there's only so much that can be done from far away. The desire to help is evident, but it's best that noone tries to butt in. All that can be done is to hope things will get well in a hurry, so we can be in each other's presence again.
Audacity...must be flowing through my body by even thinking of anything else, besides your well-being. Then again, it's that smile of yours on your face that I've gotten so used to seeing. If it's unfair to have these thoughts swirling in my head, I apologize in advance. I just wish this didn't rule my thoughts, and I could break out of this continuous trance.
Memories...have been made in such a short period of time. It wasn't expected upon the first encounter; we were simply supposed to hang. Shit, you would think it was something unreal, judging by the giddy reactions everytime my phone rang. The same thing that makes one excited could end up being their kryponite. It's certainly mine, just from the fact it's gettin' rougher and rougher to have a peaceful night.
Negativity...will leave as soon as it came, as strange as it sounds. It won't last forever; it'll only be for a few rounds. As for the present, there's still plenty more to do, but it simply aint the same, 'cause it's being done without you.
Damn...this feeling sucks.
12/31/08 @ 11:45 P.M. 
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| Three weeks. Three! You would think by now that a mind would be completely and totally free...to find the words to string together, and construct 'em into some kind of prose and verse; to make a point so clear without having the slightest desire to punctuate it with a curse; realizing there's no dollar amount that can be placed to describe your worth. Yet, as this is written, it's the most challenging, thought-provoking activity I've ever engaged in since birth.
For the past 21 days, a mass amount of searching has been done. Discussions have been had, books ran through, and opinions galore. Even when it may seem like plenty, the desire to keep looking for words takes over even more. There's got...to be...a way for all of this to be done, and done totally right. At this rate, it's safe to say there's a long way to go, and it'll inevitably lead to restless days and sleepless nights...
but so what? Who cares? The urgency to tell a story outweighs it all. Besides, your impact deserves to be shared. Sure, it can be looked at as being selfish, or outright greed. If that's the case, call me guilty for taking the task of performing a seemingly impossible deed.
12/23/08 @ 8:54 A.M. | | |
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