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.



5.12.2010

May Days.



Shout outs fam.
I shoudv'e done this blog earlier, but fuck it.
Happy birthday to 2 very special people.
The first one is Christopher Agboola.
Christopher, It's always the ones with Christ in
their names who tend to be the most ill mannered and ill tempered. But
then on Sundays will dress up and go to church to praise the lord, quote the Bible and stuff hahahahaa. You know I'm not lying. :)
I picked this picture because I never see this guy with his glasses off.
Happy 17th birthday punk.
I would buy you something but sometimes I don't have any money.
And sometimes I don't like to spend it. But I'll be at you dinner thing :)


                                                                               


              The second person is Kelechi Tikoo.KC is one of the most straightforward, creative people I can think of. She is very Vogue oriented, but at the same style she has her own style. Not punk, or hipster, Herself. And thats what a lot of young women are missing these days, no orginatlity.That's why she has my respect.
Happy 19th Birthday chick.


The real milestones are less prepossessing. They come to the door of memory unannounced, stray dogs that amble in, sniff around a bit and simply never leave. Our lives are measured by these.