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.



10.16.2009

WeAreTheSuperlativeConspiracy Of Highsnobiety is proud to present : My Fucking Best Friend .


My BEST friend .
My sister .
Chiamakaaaaa .

I remeber when I first met you . At damn Garciaa on the bus September 21, 2005 . I'm such a lebian for remebering that date , and EVER since then we've been kicking it .Me and this broad cannot talk for weeks . But as soon as I talk to her nothing changes . She's always there for me .
She can't fight , that's whyy I'm, here . Lol . JK . She'll beat that ass .We are total opposites . Chiamaka is more blue and I'm red . If that makess sense . We don't fight , we never fall out either . We're too cool for that weak shit . She goes to Kempner and I go to Austin : Oh well It's not like I'm gonna be there too much longer . Anyway I love her with all my heart , she's my sister .All those crazy nightss out .Fucking driving around in the rain going nowhere . Good ass times that we've had and we will continue to have .


We NEVER CHANGED .
Yeee .