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.



1.16.2010

Maybe 'cause you love me.

You know something, I adore staring into the sky on a pretty day.
This picture is pretty old. I took it in the late summer.
But the sky is a infinite ocean with no end and no begining.
The rest of these photos I took recently of my room.
I'm gonna miss it.

Pretty self explanitory.

Hahahaaa I'm like a few days from being seventeen.
And I haven't grew since like 13.
A true five footer for life.



But here I like like three days old.


"Dear Mama".
I love her.


A Christ figurine. Thank you God for every morning and every night.


Zulu Tribee New Orleans.


FIN.

Oh yeah. I'm not gonna miss this. Hahaaa.
I'm gonna constantly keep my new room clean in Cinco Ranch.
Where do the oven mittens come from?! Smh.