Cheers to doing it again in '08 My boy KG winning a ring with Jesus Shuttlesworth and Paul "Stabby" Pierce? Consider it done. Purple Jesus
Music
I like Music. I Like Pictures. I like ‘em a lot.
Lady Sovereign Live @ Cinespace
Fatlip of The Pharcyde Interview - Diabolik, Outlier, Sambells, Tracy and Me
Snow Patrol @ The Gibson Ampitheater
Goodbye Leggy Blonde
Movies
Television
The Wire, WEEDS, Office, 24, Extras, Sopranos, The Soup, 24, South Park, or any documentary or anything on National Geographic, A/E, Discovery, AMC, history channel... hows that for nerdery?
Books
Reefer Madness, Great Gatsby, 1984, Catcher in the Rye, Downsize This, Fast Food Nation, Elephant, On the Road, Can't Stop Won't Stop, Wall and Piece, Existencilism..
Heroes
my mom and pops and this little fellow right here Christopher George Latore Wallace May 21, 1972 – March 9, 1997
Rilla's Details
Status:
Single
Here for:
Networking, Dating, Friends
Orientation:
Straight
Hometown:
South Hadley, MA San Jose, Costa Rica
Body type:
6' 3" / Average
Ethnicity:
Other
Zodiac Sign:
Cancer
Education:
College graduate
Occupation:
Producer/Writer
Rilla's Schools
Ithaca College
Ithaca, NEW YORK
Graduated: 2003
Degree: Bachelor's Degree
Major: Theater
Clubs: 420 Hitters, Thirld World Crew, Imports Anonymous
1999 to 2003
South Hadley High
South Hadley, MASSACHUSETTS
Graduated: 1999
Student status: Alumni
Degree: High School Diploma
Clubs: Lots
About me: Uncle G: Pleasure turns to the pain, Of the lessons learned from the strain Of the questions burned in my brain, About whether to love is humane in its touch. These thoughts are like salmon swimming upstream in the tears of your deceit. Fighting the current hurt that kills more than is created by the chaos of our intertwined emotions. Chatoic because the anchor of Eros' arrow has been plucked from the vessel of my undying infatuation. Separation not as simple as the distance between us My mind no longer possessed by the demons that had been the overseers of my enslavement to your lies. The seeds of these lies rooted so deeply they have cracked the foundation of what we once shared. Allowing the faith in us I had sealed inside to gush out like a river, Ripping the image of our future together from my thoughts as violently and as brutally as if it were a child being taken from his mother's arms. I'm left surrounded in darkness but I refuse to be swallowed by it. My loneliness like the night air. Invisible to the eye, obvious to the touch, In its cold uncomfortableness Yet if I could do it all over again, I'd do it in the same skin I'm in. To lay down and let love die, Just stay down and let love lie, No, no, not I. I'll stay 'round and let love fly, Even though I have seen its darkest form, deceit. Nothing else could taste this warm or feel this sweet. Did you get your tickets for the gun show.. no really, did you? Darryl says: Classic 2005 styleI used to be a music writer, then I stopped enjoying the music. Now I'm waiting for the next pen gig to come along. 32
Hey buddy! I've been meaning to call you back but have failed miserably. I will call soon to tell you all about the New Kids' homecoming! I went to the 1st (and best) show at the garden and saw paul pierce!! GO CELTS! and of course GO SOX!
my ass has been too passed out to even remember that we had kids. how are they? don't tell me you forgot to feed them. miss you hubbs. i'm trying to get better. you'd love my neck brace. hope to see you soon. xoxo
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