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.



5.01.2010



I don't care how ignorant this song sounds. I love it.
Look at how much fun everyone is having, especially the white people at 3:28.
I swear New Orleans is a city like NO other. The food, the ass-shaking.
I dance everytime I hear it haha.
God I miss my city.