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.



11.21.2009

You can come home again .

Oh how the times have changed .
The people , the music, everything is evolving .
They say everyone has a time in their lives when they begin to
try to discover who they are and what they like .





" To remain underground and
exclusive is to resist the mainstream ".
Seems some words just ring true no
matter the times or the drama going on .
Fight the good fight .