life is what you make it. i'm gone make it. |
i'm out.all my art and shit is on this website:soul survival.listen to more DMX.love,autumn
Posted by on Fri, 12 Feb 2010 10:31:00 GMT |
truth... |
sometimes i just wanna say...YEAH FUCKING RIGHT, EVERYONE!holla if you got a dolla, the ghost busters are back in town.
still can't get over this one...
Posted by on Sat, 23 Jan 2010 00:54:00 GMT |
catholic travel (a poem) |
leave with me,we will go somewhere.miracles happen every day,crippled people are healed,no high fructose corn syrup in the pop e
Posted by on Mon, 28 Dec 2009 16:17:00 GMT |
come rain or snow, the buddha flows |
yo, who's listening?, my hair's growing, so it's not all curly and jaggedy like it was before.these days i stand at the window, looking though the cold at empty terrain, listening to portishead or the...
Posted by on Thu, 17 Dec 2009 12:27:00 GMT |
thrsty. |
my entire life is based on a series of coincidences. (random occurrences whose limbs and lips fit together in a way that connects them to the air and the sky and the gods and time and space and the du...
Posted by on Wed, 09 Dec 2009 10:35:00 GMT |
call me baby self-sustainability... |
the truth is, when you go out dancing in a short skirt, you should always bring warm ups with you even if it's not cold. i have a hard time caring about school 'cause i'm just going to get spit out in...
Posted by on Sat, 14 Nov 2009 14:22:00 GMT |
teen angel. |
* "la rock 01"waiting for family.listening to vitalic, old dnb, painted nails, mom's red polish.the word "delicious" written on blue paper in her handwriting.wonder why.found my black satin comanche n...
Posted by on Fri, 06 Nov 2009 17:30:00 GMT |
the name of this girl is talking heads. |
yo, i just wanna get shaky after school, but no one else seems to want to get shaky, go crazy, or break the rules...sometimes i pray for clarity, but what i really need is to get dressed up and dance ...
Posted by on Fri, 23 Oct 2009 19:01:00 GMT |
special stage |
me : youthe fanatic with a chipped toothcompletely tornsharp movements of the jawmy dreams: red pillow,the hair, not movingand black and two thousand years from now,a tiny falsity, if you forgive m...
Posted by on Fri, 16 Oct 2009 13:19:00 GMT |
disembody. |
............
this is a true story about me and a friend.The deep bleeding brains of the operation are killing the
little things we said and did, the things I want to recall. Trying to calm
ou...
Posted by on Wed, 07 Oct 2009 16:45:00 GMT |
