Contrary to popular belief:
I'm complicated.
What it is one time PAC DIV.
My mind is a blood red brick house on Stone street
with thousands of rooms; blue mirrors,
the auroma of marajuana and music.
Cacoethes Scribendi. Get it tattooed on my wrist.
New Orleans native. My accent proves it all.
I am finally beggining to accept the fact that I am meant to be alone.
I am forever in the cycle of change.
I tend to treat serious situations like how I treat strangers.
I'm a starving writer and a dying phtographer.
No one will ever comprehend or understand.
When I die I want Bob Marley playing at my gravesite.
I am the rose that grew from concrete.
They said this day would never come... They said, our sights were set too high .
This ( dream ) is too divided ; too disillusioned
to ever come together around a common purpose . But Oh , They were terribly wrong .Because God has spoken .He gave me one .And it was so :)His name is Esau . ( ee-Sah)
So when you find the time ,Go on my Facebook or Myspace .And give me your number :))Peace and much love to youuu .
