My newfound friend from my old school days called upon me to introduce him to the world of blogging. And now I present to you, Dynast Amir. ~ Love, Lucie
I love peace. I hate war. I love happiness. I hate sadness. I love those who hate me. I love the meter maid that continues to give me parking tickets. I hate the sound of velcro. I hate the sound of loud smacking. I love flipping through glossy pics of couture clap-trap. I love muscle cars that rumble when they pass. I love Levi's 501 jeans. I love Chuck Taylor's. I love my LA Gear's from Sportie LA. I hate the Lakers. I love the Sacramento Kings. I love posin' in my Calvin Klein's for all the voyeurs to see (yes, you). I love my blueberry pancakes from Jumpin Java Kitchen. I love Ethiopian girls. I love the tattoo of the dragon on my right arm because it represents the negative forces within myself that I control. And I love the tattoo of my guardian angel on my left arm, whose name is Aset, because she represents the glory of all women whose rightful place is back on the throne. And I love my tattoo, the content of fire exploding from my chest, representing the fiery wrath of God that sits over my heart.
With divine Love for all. (Whoever is reading this, that means you, too). I love. dynast amir.
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