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About Me

I have a business...and that business represents...representing other talents. So people can know you. So know yourselves. It's a place where people can exploit themselves so exploit yourself.

My Interests

Drawing, Grafitti, Photograpy, Poetry/Spoken Word, Fashion (but not Pop Fashion) Beats, Journalism/Creative Writing, Dance (all forms...even country line dancing), Interior Design, Fine Arts, Production, Architecture, Graphics, Art Media, Fine Arts, Street Arts and breathing.

I'd like to meet:

I want to meet people with culture. I want people to meet people with culture. I want culture to meet people.

Music:

I'll let you guys know...who is well liked at the moment

Books:

The Dead Emcee Scrolls by Saul Williams, A New Band Of Drum by iSekou kamau

Heroes:

My goals....they keep me moving forward.

My Blog

Me...

I'ma decorated shell that is hollow inside. I...am a planner with nothing written in it. I'm like the seas filled with coral and washing up the seaweed...I am lost. I know what I want to do...I k...
Posted by KiraKira/Ethnicity on Sat, 14 Apr 2007 11:24:00 PST

The Punchin' Bag...

This would have to be the more emotional "in"let to how the two feels to me. I'm sure in regards to the picture "punching" becomes like it's definition...a physical attribute. But "punching" in these ...
Posted by KiraKira/Ethnicity on Sat, 14 Apr 2007 11:11:00 PST

The Retirement of Cupid...

Cupid... I guess this one is going to have to come 1st because it was a nickname given to me. The point of the nickname is to totally different from my own personal definition. Cupid to me is a curse ...
Posted by KiraKira/Ethnicity on Sat, 14 Apr 2007 10:56:00 PST

Trust Stabbers

Ima tiger... Yea Ima tiger running away from... strangers Ima loner... yea running away from... societies notions of "the circle" so I began to run around in circles to get away from the gossip...away...
Posted by KiraKira/Ethnicity on Sat, 14 Apr 2007 10:42:00 PST

Belittled

So belittled by the ticking of the second hand Everytime it reached the second So unaware she was of the simple plan The plain which was oh so simple The every minute was a year and ever hour was 6 de...
Posted by KiraKira/Ethnicity on Sat, 14 Apr 2007 10:33:00 PST

Blazin...

Was the blazin in her heart to big of a burn, that even the wind of a chilly moons night couldn't blow it out?...A child frantically trying to blow out trick candles while the wax burns into the delic...
Posted by KiraKira/Ethnicity on Sat, 14 Apr 2007 10:22:00 PST