I am loving fresh...
Right far back corner, near the projector. Head leaned heavenly in the red accented notebook, writing and writing a song in b minor. He stood 5 foot nine inches, olive toned/red bone, light mohagony hair. Slim and tucked in his own style. FRESH! I love it. Latino in disguise, he wore a mohawk with brown eyes and a nose as gentle as a swooping willow. Fitted jeans, black chucks and a too small t-shirt that read latin music fest. Fresh! I'm loving it. A musican at mind and a purist at heart. Damn, I wish I could have that. A style so unfamilar to many, he held his composure. I never really knew what I considered attractive until today. I like someone with style. Now not your ordinary Diddy, Cam'ron, Kanye style, but a style that is so fresh that you almost hate it type of style. Have you ever seen a puerto rican with a mohawk and a liking for hip-hop and punk. Can't no one put a lable on this boy and sell it. He's too original and its ornate. He juxtapsoed the the style of life. Fresh, is what i call him...Fresh Martinez, and I'm loving it so well. A trend setter, and he probably doesn't even know it. I bet you he knows hows to skateboard and make a jump-shot. Damn, now that feels good! After class I followed him to the library...LOL...acted like i was looking for something and went back to my room. Funny, but I am loving Fresh, we just started dating this afternoon. LOL!PS> you can't have him.... because he's taken...sorry!
posted by Liber8Lyph @ 7:15 PM
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Yo man that was tight. I swear - "Where does this all come from? I swear..."
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