Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Monday, September 12, 2011
Saturday, September 10, 2011
Everyday, Life.
Ma' City
Cerritos Regional
Hot weather
Regulations and sh*t..
shoes
Hi Mom
The Birds & The Bees
Out in the morn
Solo Lunch
Mr2
my baby... currently in the garage :(
Man, let me get in my zone first..
T2 aka treo, aka jasperspective, aka jas. aka jasper LOL :P
Had more photos, but I'm getting hungry, and I got work so...
I'M OUT!
Cerritos Regional
Hot weather
Regulations and sh*t..
shoes
Hi Mom
The Birds & The Bees
Out in the morn
Solo Lunch
Mr2
my baby... currently in the garage :(
Man, let me get in my zone first..
T2 aka treo, aka jasperspective, aka jas. aka jasper LOL :P
Had more photos, but I'm getting hungry, and I got work so...
I'M OUT!
Friday, September 9, 2011
Writing...Words. (perspective)
Dot dot dot..
Old Drafts, from sometime...
Putting quite an effort on putting or setting up things just to have a picture, perfect. It's really all in the mind, and sometimes when I set these things up the way I like 'em, I really find peace. That's how it is kinda, I'm just feeding my mind full. I feel like I have a passion for something, but I can't seem to pinpoint it...
writings' explicit like the restless mind,
If I couldn't rest less, than it wouldn't been mine...
work or play like grind or live it up,
regrets, cries, rants, you betta suck it up
no downgrades in here, no halfway decisions
on point, on scope, on red dot precision
that art flow though, creative bars stay stacked
while confidence and initiatives be easily racked
self made behavior, so things get bitter
put ya mind to it, if ya ain't a quitter
hungry as mind be keepin' me buggin'
perspective ever-changin' while emotions be tuggin'
seshes here and there, keepin' the foos lifted,
i've drifted circles, forever shiftin' mentality, what is gifted?
cultivated many works, but never blew up like a firework
hyerr...
higher than most, on both sides iced like the coasts
foot of the ground, head's makin' a toast
we good, we aite, on point and game tight
all rights, no wrongs, 'cuz all wrong is no right
what's the impression when it's really no more
the expression i have but what's the show for
creativity, all emotion, no logic, no common sense
art no standard, no rules makes sense
un-physically, artistically, mentally, it's spiritually,
music and fotos, no science, bio no chemically...
get my stupid on but never stay on some dumbshit
don't dig my hole, when i fall like some dumpshit...
No faced book.
take a look
the mask that I wear is really kinda crooked
No castle, it's a battle,
outside inside hearin' these rattles,
brain storm thunderin', rain drops and rumblin'
I'm writing stacked notes but papers still crumblin'
tumblrin', finding inspiration
while I swim in my mind tryna land the next destination
hold up, questioning if I'm still the same me,
losin' side, and balance cause I stay care-free
It is what it is and I do what I can
which is doin' me, who ever I am...
pictures with words, what was seen and read
from the past last time, my camera had lead
like horoscope accurate, my decisions take precision
om a mission, intuition, make my shine glisten
stay fishin' and swimming, we're all in the sea
we're all in the pot that's burnin' like my tree
spending half my life, mending my crafts
that's no problem, no pays, no love and no tax
imagination is at bliss, but that's when I'm stoned or stuck
wakin' to reality, feels like I could give a fuck
don't really judge, my conclusions aren't proof
I question what's bad, and what's really good
.....
vandalize the world, fuck it, it's my canvas
like I'm that high, can't feel the hippocampus
all power, all good, i stay leveled out
stay runnin' the game, while your bike peddled out
speeding high levels while the guages maxxin out
while i got the redbull, the bullshit is tappin out
stayin straight writing, the mind stays explicit
money hungry never full, devil came for a visit
he's on the left shoulder, near my left hand
tellin' me about life, what's left to understand
what only really seems, is merely a dream
that goes vice versa, you should know what I mean
...
livin in a world, fabricated by the fakes
bitches be animals and im feelin like a snake
conform, camoflauge, with my entorauge we reach
never stopped spinnin, if i stop i screech
say life a beach, then my worlds in the sand
tickin' life away with the gold grains of sand, that's time
it's gold, let the story unfold, sooner of later we all turn to mold
ice cold, it's okay, greedyness is wealth
unattached like predator, stayin' in stealth
older that ya, translate it to wisdom
ez widers rolled same shit that Wiz done
in the cut, never been, spotlight is away
create and form like I'm molding the clay
...
quiet kid, mind is loud
just a face in the crowd
internal conflict is the biggest issue
fuck the world, fuck love, you can pass the tissues
here's an issue, an article of mine, brain insane noggin particle grind
my spirits always haunting, never really laxed
friend or foe, still watchin' my back
ghosts advocate from a past me, like the future don't exist
somewhere gone is sapce dissapearin' in mist
wonderman, like comic books, crooks, castle and huf tees
black diamond, advertising, rhymin' puffin' trees
got these freewords, like freebirds, free chillin'
freedom, freelancin' freestylin' cuz I'm freewillin'
...
Not holdin' my side on the friendship that's already sinkin'
fool's acting up, ignore 'em, like I ain't thinkin'
what you may think, take a second to know, i've been on a slippery slope
it's hard to find what your looking for when I'm on a constant dope
they say talent favors beauty, but my talent is rather ugly
cause I feel like a cynic that flows through the debri
I don't have time to be postive, I'm fixing what's fucked
realize it's impossible, 'cause the past don't give a fuck
Life goes on, three words like OneFourThree
Ain't about love though, It's one for the peace
......................
The Mind, The Music, Writing words, and perspectives...When it comes to personal life, judging and assuming is nothing short than the opposite what's truth. Know one really knows, and that's higher truth. Living righteous, being who you really want to be, giving credit when it's due, trying harder, and giving love and respect to the ones that deserve it. The World is too broad and intricate for an individual to scrape the resins of their own life towards attack, I'm learning more things than these crafts. These right here are just writings and passages. The shadow of loneliness lights up creativity, willpower, and a reason to keep pursuing. ~
Old Drafts, from sometime...
Putting quite an effort on putting or setting up things just to have a picture, perfect. It's really all in the mind, and sometimes when I set these things up the way I like 'em, I really find peace. That's how it is kinda, I'm just feeding my mind full. I feel like I have a passion for something, but I can't seem to pinpoint it...
writings' explicit like the restless mind,
If I couldn't rest less, than it wouldn't been mine...
work or play like grind or live it up,
regrets, cries, rants, you betta suck it up
no downgrades in here, no halfway decisions
on point, on scope, on red dot precision
that art flow though, creative bars stay stacked
while confidence and initiatives be easily racked
self made behavior, so things get bitter
put ya mind to it, if ya ain't a quitter
hungry as mind be keepin' me buggin'
perspective ever-changin' while emotions be tuggin'
seshes here and there, keepin' the foos lifted,
i've drifted circles, forever shiftin' mentality, what is gifted?
cultivated many works, but never blew up like a firework
hyerr...
higher than most, on both sides iced like the coasts
foot of the ground, head's makin' a toast
we good, we aite, on point and game tight
all rights, no wrongs, 'cuz all wrong is no right
what's the impression when it's really no more
the expression i have but what's the show for
creativity, all emotion, no logic, no common sense
art no standard, no rules makes sense
un-physically, artistically, mentally, it's spiritually,
music and fotos, no science, bio no chemically...
get my stupid on but never stay on some dumbshit
don't dig my hole, when i fall like some dumpshit...
No faced book.
take a look
the mask that I wear is really kinda crooked
No castle, it's a battle,
outside inside hearin' these rattles,
brain storm thunderin', rain drops and rumblin'
I'm writing stacked notes but papers still crumblin'
tumblrin', finding inspiration
while I swim in my mind tryna land the next destination
hold up, questioning if I'm still the same me,
losin' side, and balance cause I stay care-free
It is what it is and I do what I can
which is doin' me, who ever I am...
pictures with words, what was seen and read
from the past last time, my camera had lead
like horoscope accurate, my decisions take precision
om a mission, intuition, make my shine glisten
stay fishin' and swimming, we're all in the sea
we're all in the pot that's burnin' like my tree
spending half my life, mending my crafts
that's no problem, no pays, no love and no tax
imagination is at bliss, but that's when I'm stoned or stuck
wakin' to reality, feels like I could give a fuck
don't really judge, my conclusions aren't proof
I question what's bad, and what's really good
.....
vandalize the world, fuck it, it's my canvas
like I'm that high, can't feel the hippocampus
all power, all good, i stay leveled out
stay runnin' the game, while your bike peddled out
speeding high levels while the guages maxxin out
while i got the redbull, the bullshit is tappin out
stayin straight writing, the mind stays explicit
money hungry never full, devil came for a visit
he's on the left shoulder, near my left hand
tellin' me about life, what's left to understand
what only really seems, is merely a dream
that goes vice versa, you should know what I mean
...
livin in a world, fabricated by the fakes
bitches be animals and im feelin like a snake
conform, camoflauge, with my entorauge we reach
never stopped spinnin, if i stop i screech
say life a beach, then my worlds in the sand
tickin' life away with the gold grains of sand, that's time
it's gold, let the story unfold, sooner of later we all turn to mold
ice cold, it's okay, greedyness is wealth
unattached like predator, stayin' in stealth
older that ya, translate it to wisdom
ez widers rolled same shit that Wiz done
in the cut, never been, spotlight is away
create and form like I'm molding the clay
...
quiet kid, mind is loud
just a face in the crowd
internal conflict is the biggest issue
fuck the world, fuck love, you can pass the tissues
here's an issue, an article of mine, brain insane noggin particle grind
my spirits always haunting, never really laxed
friend or foe, still watchin' my back
ghosts advocate from a past me, like the future don't exist
somewhere gone is sapce dissapearin' in mist
wonderman, like comic books, crooks, castle and huf tees
black diamond, advertising, rhymin' puffin' trees
got these freewords, like freebirds, free chillin'
freedom, freelancin' freestylin' cuz I'm freewillin'
...
Not holdin' my side on the friendship that's already sinkin'
fool's acting up, ignore 'em, like I ain't thinkin'
what you may think, take a second to know, i've been on a slippery slope
it's hard to find what your looking for when I'm on a constant dope
they say talent favors beauty, but my talent is rather ugly
cause I feel like a cynic that flows through the debri
I don't have time to be postive, I'm fixing what's fucked
realize it's impossible, 'cause the past don't give a fuck
Life goes on, three words like OneFourThree
Ain't about love though, It's one for the peace
......................
The Mind, The Music, Writing words, and perspectives...When it comes to personal life, judging and assuming is nothing short than the opposite what's truth. Know one really knows, and that's higher truth. Living righteous, being who you really want to be, giving credit when it's due, trying harder, and giving love and respect to the ones that deserve it. The World is too broad and intricate for an individual to scrape the resins of their own life towards attack, I'm learning more things than these crafts. These right here are just writings and passages. The shadow of loneliness lights up creativity, willpower, and a reason to keep pursuing. ~
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