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Hi I'm Julian.
I'm 2+4+5+2+4= Thats My Age!
Don't ask how old I am.
Do the math and read.
Seriously don't add me
if you're going to make you're friend list bigger or
only talk to me one time.
That really annoys me with a passion.
My passion that i'll love to hit for my career is Art.
It's the best expressive thing a human being can take
over.
I draw:
-cartoons
-some portrits
-graffiti
-life style drawings
-any thing i see and can grasp.
Photography not so much but i'll grasp more into it.
Painting again not so much but i'll grasp more into it.
I do tend to write alot of poems/lyrics that are
emotional but again who doesn't
write emotional things?
I hope to make my own clothing line one
day with 5 high ambitious artist with
different styles of art.
Generally I'm easy to get along with.
I'm pretty open to anything.
I do put others ahead of me to see them smile
but in the mean time i still haven't found my own
happiness while its lingering all around me.
I don't have a type of style of clothing i wear all
the time but, i'll dress to whatever suits me.
Theres more to me but it's to much to write about
but if you're intrested "To Get To Know Me!"
ask for my e-mail address.
Any Ways..
Peace Out. :)
P:s - Time is precious. Make the best out of you.
|Read
|My
|Poem
No Vacancy (Poem)
I don’t set moods in people but
the reaction of a fatal attraction is remarkable.
Passing through cities of
lost hopes still roams dramatic
souls with rugged ropes attached to regrets.
Its not the religion or science we depend on.
It’s the inner consciences that smaller then insect.
Kindness is a lit up cigarette
its just of waste of you’re breath.
Small little steps to something
that we try to aim for is dreams
that streams down peoples cheeks.
Icicles and frost out side of
my window is the cold world we
live in but not the season.
The reason of humans beings
hunting down their pray.
Is to leave them lifeless so
they wont witness another cold day.
I must say it was pretty
warm in my mothers womb.
Momma never said I was set for doom.
Bodies decomposing for
mother earth to grow.
Spirits rise and still
has no place to go.
Chemical imbalance is
left to swirl like a little ballerina girl.
Taking love on its toll.
Its something we sacrifice
on a one to one base.
Till the time we cant look
at each other in the face.
The sowing needle is left on the ground.
For misunderstood words
wont create any sound.
For a smile to be turning
around into a frown.
Feelings turn to ashes when
the four winds will blow.
I’ll pack my bags and start to make a move on.
Like the little boy in corner
singing the blues.
The music that will drift me
away from being confused.
Lying down on the beach sand
where we once glanced upon a shooting stars.
Eventually has vanished into the dark.
Sorry to say we have to fall apart.
I’m not accepting you so there’s no vacancy.
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