I have fell in love.
By a mere object.
Something to capture the little moments in life.
Far more fun than a memory that no one can see.
Photography is the best hobby I have.
I take pictures.
All the time.
Knowing terms or not doesn't make the photographer.
The skill does.
The lighting, the objects, the people.
I've been fascinated with an particular artist.
His music, his style will never be able to be duplicated or found anywhere else.
He's a creative genius.
I am amazed.
I am infatuated with this guy's work.
He's more of a person I can look up to.
He's a self racist and a atheist I'm proposing.
Him being either one of those things doesn't stop me from listening to what
the guy has to say. I'm a Christian, yeah.
But I'm not a narrow minded wealkling either.
Society is a bitch.
Not all rappers rap about popping champange and glocks.
This guy is more than that, he's a enigma.
If I ever got to meet this guy...
I, I just...
Sigh.
You wouldn't understand.
I don't think anyone would ever either.
I could end this entry with a fuck you.
and I don't need this shit blah blah bitch rant.
Fuck you anyway.
But no, not fuck you.
Fuck this world.
HighRise.
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.
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.
