I am sure we’ve all looked at ourselves one time or another and not liked what we saw in the reflection.
Everyday it may be like World War III, fighting with your head and your heart.
But, what happens when you or I can no longer face our demons to keep them at bay?
like holding out hope that the world goes crazy and the mail arrives on a sunday! 
What crazy wishes do you all have?
If only it were 1963
and I was 23.
I could have seen Bob
walk off the Tonight Show
and no one would follow him,
like Lady Gaga making a press conference.
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I would have seen the master of invention
Adelous Huxley bite dust
and his book would create tidal waves
like the Tsunami in Bangladesh.
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If only it were 1963
and I was 23.
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If only it were 1963
And I was 23 I could
Just be free
Be free to be me
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Be the queen of black and white
Like my tv screen I set to His-Story.
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Be the woman that is inside of me
Like the one my dad raised me to be.
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Just wild and free.
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If only it were 1963
and I was 23.
Today in my spanish class, my professor made us write.
Do not write what comes to mind,
but write.
Hands moving.
And this is what happened.
I don’t know why, but it did.
And it’s spanish, so I will post this in english and spanish 
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Hoy en mi clase de español, mi profesor nos hizo escribir.
No escriba lo que viene a la mente,
pero escribir.
Manos en movimiento.
Y esto es lo que pasó.
No sé por qué, pero lo hizo.
Y es español, así que voy a publicar esto en Inglés y español;)
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Tress on the leaves fall around my head.
I cannot explain but feel.
So I write to make sense of the sounds that fall around my mind.
Yet nothing makes sense, so I keep on pressing my pen to paper to make it seem like I know what I am talking about,
I don’t.
And no one does.
And we are all human.
So we know nothing but what is on our bodies, clothes.
What an interesting thing,
clothes shield us from the rain,
yet never from pain.
So we wear clothes
to mask how we look.
which is all the same.
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Árboles en las hojas se caen alrededor de mi cabeza.
No puedo explicarlo, pero siento.
Así que escribo para dar sentido a los sonidos que se encuentran alrededor de mi mente.
Sin embargo, nada tiene sentido, por lo que sigo presionando mi pluma al papel para que parezca como si yo sé lo que estoy hablando,
Yo no lo hacen.
Y nadie lo hace.
Y todos somos humanos.
Así que no sabemos nada, pero lo que está en nuestros cuerpos, ropa.
Qué cosa tan interesante,
la ropa que nos proteja de la lluvia,
sin embargo, nunca del dolor.
Por lo tanto, usar ropa
para ocultar cómo nos vemos.
que es lo mismo.
Abundance.
Soft.
Woods.
Shallow.
Yearn.
Retreat.
Question.
Forgive.
Suburbia.
Lofty.
Govern.
Shine.
Outspoken.
Force.
Nature.
Generic.
Informative.
Copycat.
Listen.
Ignore.
Push.
Guide.
Change.
Accept.
Challenge.
Elect.
Create.
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My, How times and ideas over the years have changed….
What do you all think?
I wrote this in my research class when I was too bored to listen anymore.
Ha!
I doodled on 2 whole pages of notebook paper, filled every line.
This was an idea about the celebrity…
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Get an autograph by a celebrity
and each time you do-
(Google Images)
you collect a piece of their soul
that they can never get back.
We as a society want more than they can give.
(Google Images
All they have
is a name,
in the end,
that will live in print or in lights.
A name.
A name,
and every day
they sign it away
(Google Images)
so we may live,
and they may die.
Survive.
Todos mis pensamientos son en español ahora.
Tengo una prueba hoy 
Ayudame por favor!
Jajaja.
