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.



1.05.2010

The new millenium.

Haha I remeber when ten years ago
everybody had those huge fucking Nokia phones.
Now it's the first decade of the new millenium.
Yee.
I'm glad I'm alive to see it.
I remeber when I was a young innocent child and
I though that they would be making flying cars and teleporters by now.
These assholes haven'teven made a water proof labtop yet. Smh.
Well lots of changes wioll be happening this year.
And I adore change.
New housee.
My car.
New school.
More shoes and clothes.
Moree more more.
Oh yeah happy new years to all the people.
:)