Kyle DeBoef

22 year old gypsy from San Diego

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Kyle DeBoef

Kyle D.

I NEED A JOB IN SAN DIEGO!!!!
anybody is the SD area: i just moved here a week ago, and i NEED a job!!!!

HALP!

Not Even

Not E.

i hope your move when well
and its sunny where you are now

Timothy Marko

Timothy M.

i would marry you if you asked!

Not Even

Not E.

i like running shoelss through the shopping center
but i have a wart on my toe. his name is Heni and he is
a little shy. its not that he lacks confidence he just dosnt need
the world to look at him.
when i first met him i was going to get rid of him. but im quite fond of him now
good luck with your move. i hope you have fun wherever you end up.
and there is room for me and Henri when we come and visit. :P

Not Even

Not E.

hello my friend from far
what has been happening?
ARE YOU A COWBOY OR AN INDIAN?

Not Even

Not E.

you are very sweet sir
at least one other person
finds joy in the shit dump of my blogg

Charles Matthews

Charles M.

serious class coming from your lookbook corner

D3e Licious

D3e L.

i love your style!.. you inspire me!

Kyle DeBoef

Kyle D.

don't tell my PO...
but i'm drunk.

and it's FAABULOOOUUUSSSS!!!!

Not Even

Not E.

im andy, andy rabbit
i like to think of people like hot plates on a stove
you finally burn yourself enough times you learn to
use the microwave. it might not taste as nice as the fry pan
but atleast you have a door there to protect you

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About Me

Kyle DeBoef

There are poets and thinkers and dreamers. They are everywhere. Distributed like heavenly sprinkles, they cling to the places where the frosting hasn't hardened from age and exposure. But some sprinkles get trapped in the crevices created by the knife or the spatula or the pre-pubescent finger that has so adorned the earth with this miracle frosting. Those sprinkles tend to fall off. When you tip the cupcake to your lips, before you can even taste them--before their potential can be realized at all--they are cast to the floor of the bakery. The classroom. The kitchen. The mini-mart… These are the sprinkles that get swept away and vacuumed up and sent someplace else. The journey ahead of them is long and arduous, but they must find their way back to the surface of things. Back to the sticky-sweetness of reality--the substance of waking life…. I am such a sprinkle. And I’ve accepted that.


My URL :: http://lookbook.nu/kyleinthetrees

My Blog :: http://kyleinthetrees.blogspot.com/

OG since February 23, 2009.
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