Hello.

I'm Augusto.

Can't help but write.

It's one of many things I guess I have the ability to do.

*smiles*

I'm incapable of writing if I don't have music.

Nor inspiration.

Sometimes you gotta draw it out of yourself.

Trying to keep from writer's block.

*lights a cigarette*

Let's see...

It's been a few years back I met Mr. Vincent.

*pouts*

Sadly, things happened in my life and I went M.I.A.

You begin to realize in life that you start to know what people in this world.

This life.

Are real.

Are fake.

I could write...

*thinks*

Or type.

*shrugs*

On and on about stuff.

Like how Vincent is one of those people you can gain alot of knowledge and information from.

*raises eyebrow and smirks*

He's cool.

Not on my shit list haha.

*is listening to 8-bit type music*

I'm boring.

Maybe I'm not.

I dunno.

I'm an asshole, really.

*flicks cigarette*

I go through phases.

I want to know more things about me.

I guess through understanding me.

I can begin to understand people or whatever.

*eyebrow raise...looks off*

I'm simple.

Maybe I'm not.

I don't know.

I mean, I love myself.

My phase now?

*thinks*

I don't think I'm capable to love anyone else but me.

I like that.

I blab and blab on.

*rolls eyes about self*

I should stop here.

I'm sure there's better things I can post here.

*holds hands out as if holding a big plate*

Here's my first dab on the cork board.

I'll be sure to write more.

When it comes to me.

Or I'll post up the blogs I already wrote from now and before.

Or just read it.

myspace.com/4u9u5to

Yeah...

*looks around*

Goodnight.