FiRST OFF. . . They call me Tiffo.
I was gone for a long time, but now I'm back and I've learned that GC is the devil.
My favorite color is OLIVE GREEN.
And I am not very picky when it comes to music. But I mostly listen to MCR, BMTH, Emilie Autumn and Lyndsey Sterling.
SO BASiCALLY. . . I want to get a degree in psychology or something in the medical field.
(although I have taken zero steps in either direction)
I just love how the human body works and the mind. I want to know everything there is to know about the mind and body!
Blood, muscles, organs, instinct, senses, brainzzzzz.
AND LASTLY. . . I am a very honest person.
...to the point where I can be rude.
I hate liars. Please don't lie to me.
I have a strange outlook on life sometimes.
And I'm highly sarcastic.
In all likeliness, I am drunk. (but maybe not?)
I'm hungry for sushi.
This is bat country. =O
THiS iS ME. . .
Here I am in my four corner cell,
sitting and thinking as each day looms.
Soledad with its big mighty fence and walls,
inmates graffic all standing tall.
What does it mean, if anything at all,
have passed through these great walls.
All had fallen one way or another,
from big time crooks to small time hoods.
Who were the winners, and who was the loser?
They all claim victory, but there were no cheers.
Trying to reach for something,
but never ever reaching what was there.
And believe me
in Soledad you don't shed a tear
only for your loved ones who have disappeared.
But when the madness is over,
will people still respect you,
knowing you have survived
the halls of Soledad?
You're gonna suffer…but you're gonna be happy about it.