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.
Damn. Haven't been here in a while.
Ummm let's just go down a list.
Saints won Super Bowl XVLI
I went to New Orleans, saw Reggie Bush, Drew Breees and Sean Payton.
Went to my first Mardi Gras in five years.
Came back to Houston of course.
Okay fuck this list shit.
I just got annoyed with it that quick.My nevers have been so irate. I want to stab everything that moves and gives me attitude. Fuck all you hoes. I'm disgusted right now.
Just got sick.
I'm out.
