Ricky introduced me to the abstract,
non-linear space of music's reach beyond
the stars and history. mmm.. listening
to venetian snares right now makes me
smile :) thank you ricky.
This man. I love him. Truly, madly,
passionately. Oh so deeply. I long to
be with him at all times. One of my
truest, dearest and oldest friends. And
my god! How can one be so cool just by
being...well, Ricky.
complete autaustic, and if i were a
georgia peach, oh man, i would love
you for ever, hes c=kinda like family,
but he doesnt want to be, i think.
lived the dream but it only last 4
hours at a time. i miss you truly and
you only live 20 fucking bocks'
at one time ricky had this "joke"
where he would always touch my
ass if I was walking in front of him. it
was freaky and annoying, and now
that ricky moved away I'm ashamed
to say that I miss it.
i dont know much about ricky but when i
chat with his ponytail, it's like my
pinhole mentality spreads wide open
like the beginning sequence of a jame's
bond film when roger moore shoots at
the audience and it turns blood red.
befire there was captain eo, there was
james bond. (those jello coloured
silhouettes of the cirque de soleil
hotties fuckin' ooze).
non-linear space of music's reach beyond
the stars and history. mmm.. listening
to venetian snares right now makes me
smile :) thank you ricky.
skills on the ghetto tech hard-break core tip. He
is also incredibly sweet......and cute...oops
passionately. Oh so deeply. I long to
be with him at all times. One of my
truest, dearest and oldest friends. And
my god! How can one be so cool just by
being...well, Ricky.
georgia peach, oh man, i would love
you for ever, hes c=kinda like family,
but he doesnt want to be, i think.
lived the dream but it only last 4
hours at a time. i miss you truly and
you only live 20 fucking bocks'
ciao george to my gilbert where are
you.
joke. woohoooooooo! tap that ass.
where he would always touch my
ass if I was walking in front of him. it
was freaky and annoying, and now
that ricky moved away I'm ashamed
to say that I miss it.
ohhh oh..the right stuff
chat with his ponytail, it's like my
pinhole mentality spreads wide open
like the beginning sequence of a jame's
bond film when roger moore shoots at
the audience and it turns blood red.
befire there was captain eo, there was
james bond. (those jello coloured
silhouettes of the cirque de soleil
hotties fuckin' ooze).