The impersonal blog of Nicholas Cueva, the once and future artist of America.
Sunday, May 31, 2009
We question the sorts of things we think of as we begin to pass into the obscure night. We don't always remember right. We think wrong. To think IS wrong.
Saturday, May 30, 2009
2 wks untl i gt the cast off. i cnt wait. it drvs me insane! i jst wnt to scrtch the hell out of it. i shld get mr people to sign it bfr it's off.
Friday, May 29, 2009
She said she loved me, and i would have believed her, if it wasn't for the way she moved her eyes. It was like REM or something. it creeped me out. I can't.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Detroit iz killin meee. whr cn i fnd sum hott grlz tht knw how 2 prty? i feeeel l1ke i teh only 1 who knwz how 2 hv a god time! h0lla @ yo boi!!1