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.



10.23.2009

So guess what ,

I know you all see the four picture
collage I made at the top of the blog right ?
I know you all see that bluee shit I place between my eyes huh ?
I've been doing It for QUITE A WHILE now .
So If I see some weak ass girl doing it ,
I'm going to get real FUCKING mad and start talking
a wholee bunch of shit .

I'm just letting the people knoww .
Thank you and your'e welcome .