MUSIC...loud, live shows, spoken word, the smell of new sneakers...it's a sickness really, green tea (liquid crack to my palette), mind sex, substantive art as a collective whole, dancing, the smell of markers, taking drives and walks with no destination, sitting and absorbing the atmosphere, the occult, the pursuit of knowledge conjoined with mental, spiritual and emotional expansion and therefore hopefully translating into wisdom , my piano & violin, the sound of heels clicking, the smell of citrus, raisins...dried fruit in general, food is my boo...the non FDA contaminated form to be exact, cold pillows, building with my mom, graf, men's cologne, reading, the sound of traffic, observing people, skyscrapers, swimming after it just finished raining and the sky is that weird pinkish color, jelly and/or honey...on rice cakes, 80s movies (I'm a throw-front classic), craft stores, things with skulls and music notes, writing, making stuff, sketching...just to name a few
HI
The NON-sheep. If you understand what I'm saying, splendid...you get a gold star. If not, I'm sorry that you're one of the sheep.
REFER TO BLOG TITLED "MUSIC..."
MUSIC IS MY LOVE
HIP-HOP IS MY CULTURE
I FUCK WITH IT ALL...(not a fan of country though, sorry...although I do like Patsy Cline)
PIANO & VIOLIN...WE HAVE A RELATIONSHIP
Too many to name but Coming to America is up there along with Fame, Clue, Beat Street, Donnie Darko, Bomb the System, Ferris Bueller's Day Off, The Breakfast Club, Juice, Old Boy, Requiem for a Dream and Memento
I read...a lot
MY MOM=MY EVERYTHING...TRUE BEAUTY
SOME OF MY PEOPLES