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.



1.18.2010

Oh God how times have changed.




Me at age fourr :)
The 90's was the best time for absolutely EVERYTHING.
Music was pure, especially hip-hip.
RnB wasn't always about sex.
And stuff just rocked.
Elementary was always wonderful.
Saturday mornings were cereal and nickelodeon.
My Bleached overalls and side ponytails with twists in the front.
Playing outside until it got dark.
Going to my grandmothers house across the street.
God life was true, and beautiful.
No meaningless shows, or cartoons.
Movies were always classic, the first House Party
and Love & Basketball.
Too niceeee.

TLC, Junior Mafia, 702. Everything man.
And It's just too sad to see how everything is now.
Maybe we can return to a true place...
maybe.








:)